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octopotto · 1 year

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Yandere! Cloud Strife Childhood Headcanons (+ lil’ blurb)

OCTO NOTE:

*Seeing barely any yan cloud strife content*

Me: Fine… I’ll do it myself

Warnings: NOT PROOF READ, Mentions of: child injuries, self-dout, depression, and violence, Out of Character madness (even for yandere standards), Unhealthy behaviours, Yandere but not extreme but still—, Possessiveness, Kid Cloud is crazy protective, some stuff is inaccurate bc I’m writing this by memory.

**Will CONTAIN SPOILERS for the following: FF7 (original), FF7 Remake (2020).

REMINDER: Yandere behaviour of any kind is unhealthy behaviour. It should not be something to seek out for in real life. If you are experiencing any sort of inappropriate behaviour, please contact help/seek out help.

**The reader will ALWAYS be Gender-Neutral!

THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC BC FOR ME WRITING CHILDREN IN LOVE IS WEIRD AND I CAN'T SORRY.

ps: first fic!

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- Due to Clouds insecurities developing at a young age, he most likely won’t approach you first. You would either have to be the one initiating the conversation or Tifa has to introduce you two.

- Either way, it’s super awkward for the both of you.

- Lil’ boy is bitter because no one wanted to be his friend but here you are lol

- I think the best way to get Cloud to open up is for you to keep talking to him or approaching him first

- I believe that it’s those efforts that will help Cloud realize how much you genuinely want to become friends/closer with him.

- It will help him get out of his shell.

- Honestly, getting him to initiate the conversation FIRST is a HUGE development in y’all’s relationship.

- Kid Cloud: *Approaches you first* “Hi…”

- Kid You: 😧😧 —> 😃😭🥰

- It will probably be like that for a while, but it will do!

- It’s kind of his way of showing that he also now wants to become closer with you.

- But once you guys finally get out of the ‘awkward’ phase, Cloud will slowly start to become attached to you.

- He’s now more confident in expressing himself and approaching you.

- He even tried to hold your hand a few times because he saw you hold Tifas hand when playing

- At one point, you even made Cloud and yourself friendship bracelets.

- “It a symbol of how much we care for each other!” You expressed to Cloud.

- He never once took off that bracelet. It was probably the first time he received something that wasn’t from his mother.

- You would always see him with it on. Even if you guys got into a fight.

- But when time passed, he started to get clingy

- No like

- REALLY CLINGY

- It’s to the point where you guys arrive to your house and you walk in to call it a night, HE ALSO starts to walk into the house.

- Kid You: *Confused as to why Cloud is taking off his shoes in your house after waving goodbye*

- Kid Cloud: *Literally just inviting himself in because wherever you go, HE GOES*

- I feel like his mother would look over this behaviour.

- Remember, Cloud never had any friends or anyone to talk to.

- So his mother was actually over the moon when he finally has someone who cares for him.

- She would probably chalk it up as him just being excited to have a friend.

- Your own guardian/parents wouldn’t mind as well as much

- They don’t really like the other kids as much (besides Tifa), so they were also happy that you made a new friend (despite again, being very clingy to you)

- Another mouth to feed too since he likes staying over.

- Cloud doesn’t understand these emotions but he does understand that he cherishes you and wants to be around you more often.

‘Kay enough with the slow-burn, time for the angst! :D

- If you played the original FF7 or watched it, yknow what’s coming up.

- Tifa’s mother died when she was young and thought she could reach her if she climbed up Mt. Nibel.

- You and Cloud followed her as you two were concerned for Tifa.

- Up in the mountains, you were fortunate to push Tifa and Cloud away before the bridge fell.

- The consequence? Yourself

- You fell down the bridge in place of both Tifa and Cloud.

- While falling, you heard the most blood-curdling scream you ever heard from both Cloud and Tifa.

- Thankfully, you survived the fall.

- But you still suffered major injuries and was unconscious for several days.

- Which resulted you from going outside.

- This deeply affected Cloud so much. His one and only friend, the one person he care for so much that he would do anything to prove it to you.

- It didn’t help that almost everyone in the town blamed HIM for what happened.

- Even with Tifa’s protests and defending Cloud’s innocence, no one listened.

- IMAGINE BLAMING A CHILD

- Your guardian reassured him and Tifa that it wasn’t their fault, that you wouldn’t want them to feel bad.

- But even with all of the reassurance from your guardian and Tifa, Cloud couldn’t stop the guilt and despair that kept clawing within him.

- Thus, he started believing the blame that people keep telling him, blaming himself that he was the reason why you’re in terrible state right now.

- With you being unconscious and not being able to go out, Cloud started to keep to himself again.

- If he wasn’t staying by your side to see if you would wake up, he was in his bed.

- Just laying in there, surrounded by his thoughts and guilt.

- Why do anything if everything that happened was his fault?

- Why go out if you weren’t there with him?

- He believes that he ruined the one good thing in his life.

- When you finally woke up, Cloud never ran so fast to your house.

- Even forgot to knock, just kept jiggling the door handle until your guardian unlocked it.

- He quickly into went to your room

- And when he got there, it was like he finally woke up from his nightmare.

- Because there you were, alive.

- Quickly went up to you and hugged you so tight that you thought you couldn’t breathe for a second.

- You couldn’t process what was happening until you felt something wet on your shoulder.

- Cloud was crying. He was so relieved, so relieved to see you awake.

- He didn’t know what to say, all he could say was incoherent mumbles.

- “Im so sorry… I’m so glad you’re here with me” Is what Cloud could say.

- Once you were able to process what was happening, all you did was hug him back just as tightly, not even caring if your arms were still sore. You weren't sure as to why Cloud was saying sorry for, but you began crying as well.

- “I’m glad you’re here with me as well,” You said back.

- All Cloud did was hug you even tighter.

- All throughout your recovery, Cloud was there by your side 24/7.

- If you needed anything, Cloud the Delivery Boy was on the run! 👀👀👀👀

- Made sure to hold your hand extra tight in order for you to not fall.

- If y’all were going outside for a walk, IT WILL ONLY BE ON FLAT GROUND.

- No hills, no bumps, no nothing

- He can’t risk you hurting yourself again because of himself.

- He also tried to carry you

- Never again lol

- Also super protective

- Wouldn’t even let Tifa near you when she wanted to see you again.

- Tifa was so mad he didn’t let her hang out with you. She was your friend too!!

- Kid Cloud: *Puts arm out to create a barrier between you guys and Tifa*

- “No 😡😡😡😡😡”

- Kid Tifa: 🙁🙁🙁

- Tifa On the inside: 🤬🤬🤬

- yan! tifa lockhart hcs??👀👀👀

- After what happened to you, Cloud swore to himself that he will be the one to protect you from any harm. Even as you guys grew older, he always protected you.

- He wants to always be by your side.

- He doesn’t want to leave you alone from now on.

- Because it might make his nightmares come true once more: You leaving him.

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But what happens a few years later when he decides to leave for SOLIDER?

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It was late at night and Cloud left a note for you, asking to meet him at the water tower.

It wasn’t unusual for Cloud to ask this because you guys usually hang out whenever one of you feels like it. As you kept walking to the tower, you can’t help but have a strange feeling as to why Cloud didn’t specify why he wanted to talk to you.

Once you got to the top of the tower, you see Cloud sitting on edge of the platform. It seemed like he was lost in thought, like he was still figuring out what to say. You smiled, always finding his thinking-face to be so cute. You finally approached him and tapped on on the shoulder. He flinched, he didn’t even hear you walk up.

“Hey” You greeted Cloud while sitting down.

Cloud nodded his head at you and looked backed out on the ground below him.

Your eyebrows furred together. Again, the same feeling when you were walking to the tower came back and sense that something was wrong with Cloud.

“You said you wanted to speak to me?” You questioned as you continued to observe Cloud’s facial expressions. It took some time for him to say something, but when he did, it almost disappointed you.

“When spring comes, I’m leaving town and going to Midgard.” He stated while not looking at you.

You frowned. You knew this day would come.

You hummed at Cloud’s response. “Not surprised… every guy here is leaving for work, even Tifa’s friends are leaving too..” You quietly said, still sad that Cloud was leaving you. Cloud jumped at the tone of you voice, quickly turning his head in order to face you.

“B-But— I’m not like them!” Cloud exclaimed, worried that you thought he wanted to leave you. Never.

“I’m not just going into the city just to look for a job… I’m going to become a SOLDIER. Like Sephiroth” Cloud continued as he confessed.

“The legendary war-hero huh…” You said quietly.

You heard stories from some the guys around town talk about how they would leave town to either look for work or join a military program named ‘SOLDIER’. It’s been something that a lot of kids dream of when growing up, and Cloud was apparently not an exception.

You knew it was selfish of you to wished that Cloud wouldn’t leave town for the program. But he’s your best friend. It‘ll be painful for you to see him move far away for a long time, in a completely different city.

You guys stayed silent for a few minutes until scooted closer to Cloud. He looked at you surprised.

“Okay…then promise me this” You said to him. “When we’re older and you become a famous war hero and come back to visit… you’ll take me with you on your missions.” You said as you had this serious look in your eyes. If Cloud was going to be able to go cool and interesting adventures, you wanna come with.

“H-huh—?!”

“You’ll be like my guide or something!” You laughed at Clouds reaction.

“It will be dangerous for you!” Cloud exclaimed.

“Nu-uh! Tifa’s father has been teaching me some moves lately! At this rate, I’m going to be even stronger than Sephiroth and become SOLDIER” You proudly said as you flexed your non-existenting muscles.

“Plus..” You started. “Since you’re gonna become a SOLDIER, you’re going to be able to protect me. I know you will. You know I trust you with my life!” You continued as you smiled at him.

Cloud gasped at your statement as his eyes widen in shock.

You trusted him.

You wanted him to save you.

You wanted him as your protector.

You wanted him.

You felt your checks warm up in embarrassment as you realized what you said to him. You then grabbed Cloud into a tight hug.

You felt Cloud slowly hug you back.

"Y’know, I'm glad I met you, Cloud" You whispered to Cloud, hugging him even tighter. He also hugs you closer.

You guys just stayed like that while looking at the stars above.

All Cloud wants is to become strong enough to protect you. Since he saw how much Sephiroth has done to protect other people and cities in the papers, he knew that he had to join. To become stronger, to be able to become the best version of himself, for you to see that the only person that you could come to for protection and rescuing, will be him. He will become your protector.

He swore to himself ever since you got injured because to his carelessness.

‘Y/n…You have no idea what lengths I would go through just to keep you safe.’

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OCTO NOTE: This was supposed to be general headcanons but I went overboard (clearly lol). So most likely this will become a series.

This is my first ever fic that I’ve written for Tumblr as well as for Final Fantasy 7, so I deeply apologize if anything is inaccurate :((

Hoped you enjoyed these hcs! Again, Cloud gets no love in the yandere fic community so why not I just write some lmaoo

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teachugger69 · 2 months

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milestones!!

y’all i worked so hard on that shitty ass graphic design so you better read this

summary: relationships have important times that stand out (like firsts and special days!!) soo i’m bored and figured i could write what i think spencer reid would be like in some scenarios 😈😈 MUHEHEHEHE please don’t cancel or doxx me because you disagree with one of my ideas!! but i would like to hear more abt it 🙏🏽🙏🏽😏

(reader is afab for a small portion but mostly gn. also, please do not interact with if you’re a minor.)

meeting

when spencer first saw you he thought you were so incredibly beautiful (AND THEN WHEN HE SPOKE TO YOU HE ALMOST PASSED AWAY) his 187 IQ going poof in an instant just from hearing you speak, voice incredibly velvety to his ears. being up close to you made him able to take in your facial features. his eyes would travel down your face as you spoke with him, taking into consideration each and every detail as if he was analyzing a sculpture in a lavish museum. (he has a staring problem.) spencer seriously considered shaking your hand… like that’s how much he was drawn to you #what?? #zing

getting to know you personally/pals??

actually giggling bc this guy loveddd to ask you all sorts of questions. like he wanted to figure you out because he thought you were fascinating and you would be like?? spencer literally take a look at you? YOU’RE the special one… tf? every single time he could he made sure he learned more about you- almost as if he was studying you up bc there was a huge exam the next morning abt u!! he’d be so desperate bro like actual little kindergarten kid behavior on his behalf. im talking asking about all sorts of things from your favorite color or food or author. (also at some point definitely had matching bracelets or a “book club” between just the two of you.) of course, he was aware he sounded kinda silly, it was worth it. growing up he didn’t ever have a close friendship like y’all’s where he didn’t care what he did and was able to just have fun. thus, he rambled more often than usual because you allowed him to express himself freely- he found himself being able to show who he really was (rather than just masking.) he adored talking to his best friend, cherishing the conversations and always awaited the next one impatiently. (you would let him talk about like genghis khan and he would let you talk about like bagels) knowing you was a cure he didn’t know he needed.

realizing he is genuinely failing in love with you

this boy legit is a genius but cannot understand his emotions AT ALL. he may know why he feels a certain way from a textbook point of view, but he can’t really understand them all too well (maybe that’s just a me thing...) BUT one thing he did know… was that he loved you. he knew for sure that he platonically loved you, yes- but nah that man was falling head over heels before he could even realize. he noticed how he felt bored without you- even when he’s alone at his apartment which is literally his haven. he noticed how the smallest and most minuscule things made him think about you (he always found a way to tie anything back to you, duh.) also he writes about you SO much in his letters to his mom, bruh. it gets to the point where writing about anything else seemed like a chore. to him, the best part was being able to fawn over you in these letters. it felt so nice to let some feeling off of his chest. the longest part in the letters are totally about you and he writes in disgustingly prolific detail. diana literally feels like she knows everything about you- both your appearance (down to tiniest marks on your pretty skin that he described for her) and your personality that he loved oh so much (she loves you. like legit KNOWS YALL ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER. ik she definitely knew spencer was in luv before he himself knew. simply because mothers always know.) he felt safe and comfortable around you #securityblanket jeezzz BRO NEEDED YOU. but for some reason he felt guilty for falling in love with you?? extremely self doubtful, of course, he settles for not telling you cause like?? you’re only friends? he feels so bad for seeing you that way and he feels sad like omg they will never love me :((

first date/kiss??

ideally, i daydream about it being impromptu. like i’m just imagining it being very intimate like maybe at his apartment and your playing chess or baking or watching movies or simply just hanging out for the comfort of each other. (it’s totally meant to only be platonic tho…)but y’all get a little closer and snuggle up?? you’re like… “spencer… i like you.”h in a little petrified whisper bc it’s scary to admit and he’s definitely like WHAT THE FUCK internally but on the outside he’s just starting into your soul with his own widened puppy dog eyes and is STUNNED. 😧 it gets so bad bro almost seems like he’s going nonverbal or having a shut down and you’re like FRICK UHHHH and you just kiss him 😜🥺 (need to have my y/n moment.) this literally ruins him like bro he’s mush atp and RED. and you’re like “OMG IM SO SORRY- i shouldn’t have done that i’m so sorry if i made you uncomfortable spe-“ and BRO CUTS YOU OFF BY WHISPERING WITH THAT ONE SWEET VOICE WE ALL KNOW N LOVE GOING LIKE “shh it’s okay, i feel the same way.” (or a sassy but caring “shut up”) he softly cups your face and KISSESSSS YOU like it’s so desperate and makes both of y’all’s lips swell and flush. it definitely isn’t rough or long but it is passionate and kinda messy. (bro was WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT he was NOT gonna miss out)

sex 🤡 *afab!reader sorry :( im not assigned male at birth so i would have written something super dumb and anatomically wrong . this is for your own good. i didn’t go much into detail, though.*

first time is after a makeout session which have become a habit. but this time y’all were READY. after an awkward little ask to make sure y’all both wanted to move onto this point in your relationship, it was off to the bedroom! you unbuttoned his shirt agonizingly slow as he felt himself growing harder and harder by the second. once you’re both undressed, he gulps like the loser nerd he is because he’s going insane by just looking at you. first person to make a move is you, gently guiding his hands to touch you. “you’re beautiful.” he whispered nervously as his slender fingers traced your skin. you would realize that he is very much loser virgin nerd so you’re like let me guide you baby. N HE’S LIKE UHH OKAY!!(you ride him let’s be fr that man isn’t gonna be able to top) def finishes early because he’s super fucking sensitive but you assure him it’s okay and he helps you finish soon after aswell. (in my head this is baby version of spencer and he’s very careful because he prioritizes your safety so i imagine he makes sure to use a condom at least for a while early on until he wants to try it without.) oh and the aftercare is amazing like he tells you facts to make sure you’re safe and he’s like clinging onto you thanking you like a million times every minute.

first time saying he loves you

for a decent amount of time BUT NAH. he knows he loves you, so why wouldn’t he tell you? it’s very early on, and he does it super nonchalant but he planned it and was working up the courage for so long like he was freaking out hit you smile and and time you love him back and he’s like… oh yeah. also addicted to telling you after the first time seriously cannot go a day without reminding you.

okayyy that’s all im gonna write because im already bored #snooze 😴 i wanna write fics but i feel like i write stupid as fuck so this is just me dipping my toes in the water 😳😈

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds

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that-was-anticlimactic · 3 years

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1:45am thoughts with Corey:

sometimes I forget how cool my friendship with some of my internet friends is. Like... we can name each other’s friends, I follow their friends on Instagram and they follow me back, we follow each other’s siblings... we tell each other’s parents we love them and call them mom and dad... and we’ve never even met irl.

internet friendship are just so powerful if people give them the chance / are careful

#corey rambles:)#I also have all of their addresses and send them too many friendship bracelet #no y’all don’t understand how much I love friendship bracelets #I make so many #one of my internet friends sent their social security card number in the chat because they trusted us and felt like it #no one did anything—we were just like yeah this happens sometimes #friendship is magic #I’m just sentimental lol #might delete later

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shuasunflwr · 3 years

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beomgyu as your boyfriend headcanon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: choi beomgyu x gn! reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluff

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: none!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ requested?: yes!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lexi’s notes: sorry this took so long!

i think about boyfriend beomgyu a lot actually😳like i think it’s a daily ritual for me at this point

similarly to yeonjun, he would be really sweet but also a major tease

but he teases WAY more than anyone else in the group

his teasing is similar to bullying but he doesn’t mean it a malicious way, he just feels comfortable enough to tease you in this manner but if you’re ever uncomfortable with any of his teasing he’ll stop

he just really likes teasing you because it’s one of his ways of showing affection, plus he finds you cute when you get all flustered and upset with his teasing

but he’s a really huge romantic, as said by the members themselves

his love languages is cuddles and head pats

he LIVES for head pats

he loves the feeling of your hands just raking through his hair

that also means he really likes laying in your lap so you can run your fingers through his hair

it’s just really soothing and calming for him so he’ll definitely do this when his stressed out a bit or just wants to take a quick nap

speaking of naps, he LOVES them

like he loves you, and he loves taking naps, AND he loves cuddling

bros ascending to see god at this point

like he feels like he’s on cloud 9 just being in your arms and resting his eyes it’s just ✨chef’s kiss✨

like yeonjun i can see beomgyu bragging about you a bit as well

but it’s more of the rubbing it in your face type of way

“y/n is the best s/o ever, you wish you idiots had someone like them.”

so the members know a lot about you because he’s constantly talking about you any chance he gets

legit the first time you got to meet the members they felt like they knew you their whole life and vice versa because beomgyu also talks about the members all the time to you as well

so you really hit it off with the other 4, and you’re all like besties now

you have a friendship bracelet with the group too, that’s how tight it is with them

beomgyu really doesn’t mind because he trusts the members a lot to not do anything to you

he enjoys seeing you get along with his members because they’re like his brothers, they’re his family so he wants to see you getting along with them

and how can you not when they’re all so charming and funny?

i think beomgyu would be pouty and noticeable more clingy when he’s jealous though

like you can see him beginning to get restless as he’s eager to pull you away from that person because he doesn’t like the way they’re treating you

like he can only take so much before he wants all your attention on him, and he can sometimes be high maintenance so you need A LOT of attention on him

once you two went grocery shopping for the dorm because they were low on food, and he managed to get himself lost 2 times because he got so distracted by some of the decorations at the store

you then later found him in the snack aisle picking out some snacks for the dorm

“oh, y/n! look at all the stuff the others will enjoy!”

aside from having to constantly care for beomgyu likes he’s a 5 year old, he can really be quite sweet

he’s always looking out for you no matter what, he’s kind of a helicopter boyfriend :’)

he just hates the thought of you getting yourself into trouble so he tries to stick by your side a lot!

i think he also writes you songs because he’s always thinking about you :)

maybe y’all play video games together?

oh this reminds me, dates!

with beomgyu they definitely depend on his mood

like if he’s feeling pretty cozy in the dorms, you’ll most likely stay in and watch a movie or play some video games and nap afterwards

they’re kinda cheesy, but he really enjoys doing them with you because they’re a lot of fun

but when he’s feeling adventurous, i can see dates that aren’t too active, but they involve lots of fun and standing/walking

like an amusement park or simple walks in the dark those type of things

he’ll be hellbent on winning you a stuffed animal at a booth in the amusement park

it’s funny seeing him fail for the first couple times, until he wins and gives you the largest smile as he hands you the giant bear plushie

it’s cute :’)

he also loves seeing you wear his clothes! he’d think you’re utterly adorable seeing you drowning in his outfits

so a lot of the times, he’ll probably purposely give you his outfits

definitely would randomly give you his jacket while on a walk in the park because he “thought you were cold” just so he can see you wearing it

nicknames!

i think beomgyu would use stuff like angel, baby, babe, sweetpea, and sunshine

just nicknames that can also have a bit of a teasing and sarcastic undertone to them so he can call on you mockingly at times when he’s making fun of you

i feel like he’s 10x more clingy than yeonjun so he’s always attached to you, especially your lips so kisses happen often!

kisses with beomgyu are usually random but tend to get heated very quickly, he’s just super clingy and wants to be close to you

9/10 times the kisses will lead to makeouts or beyond that so just hope you didn’t have any plans for the day because he is not letting you go once his lips are on you

beomgyu has strong opinions on some things so sometimes that can get to heated arguments

they don’t spill over into full blown fights, but if you’re also a stubborn person with strong opinions, you’ll bicker back and forth trying to prove your view is the right one

but beomgyu hates all the constant shouting so most times he’ll put his pride aside and understand where you’re coming from so you two can talk it out without being at each other’s throats

last thing he needs is both of you being frustrated in each other and ignoring one another

if i remember correctly, soobin said he goes to beomgyu to talk whenever he has something on his mind? i may be remembering wrong but beomgyu would totally be a safe space to rant whenever

like he’ll pull you into a cuddle and stroke your hair and let you talk about your problems and he’ll just silently listen, humming along occasionally to let you know he’s listening

he’ll then give some advice afterwards about your situation and then maybe you’ll spend the rest of the time cuddling if he’s not busy

i mean he’ll always make time to cuddle you because he loves you❤️

beomgyu however wouldn’t open himself up too easily, so you might have to just be patient and let him figure out how he wants to tell you everything

he’s a very thoughtful and observant person so he wants to make sure he has a full grasp on whatever situation he has before he tries telling someone else

overall i think boyfriend beomgyu is the sweetest person alive

but also has teasing tendencies

just know he loves you and would never leave you for anyone else

#kpop #fluff #headcanon #romance #asks #anon #anon asks #requested #txt headcanon #txt #choi beomgyu #beomgyu #beomgyu headcanon #beomgyu fluff

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rkived · 3 years

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extra drabble #2: love is in the air and it’s rubbing it in right on pediatricsurgeon!jungkook’s face as he’s reminded that he’s awfully single once again. that doesn’t mean he can’t gift a special someone something, right?

or in which, jungkook thinks you’d look nice with tiffany & co. jewelry around your neck. (hospitalplaylist!au)

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‘‘What do you think she’ll like?’’ Taehyung asks Jungkook as they peruse through the Tiffany & Co. counters filled with expensive jewelry.

The youngest shrugs his shoulders, ‘‘Shouldn’t you know? You’re the boyfriend,’’ he comments, but it only garners him a displeased side-eye from his friend.

‘‘Why do I even bother asking for your help? You haven’t had a girlfriend in over a decade.’’ Taehyung mumbles, shaking his head as he keeps analyzing the sparkly bracelets. ‘‘So until you have one, don’t even try to use the I’m the boyfriend and I should know argument…women are far more complicated than that.’’

One of the pediatrician’s eyebrow raises, curious about the neurosurgeon’s words.

Jungkook blames Med School for his lack of ‘‘women knowledge’’. His dating life was basically nonexistent all throughout the years he was studying to get his degree and although he did try his best to go on a couple of dates after he got his specialization, he had realized that he was absolutely clueless about how to even date.

If he could grade his dating skills, Jungkook would give himself a less than average score.

He has to give credits to his friend. Although the older male was stressed about getting his younger girlfriend the perfect Valentine’s Day gift, at least he was trying. The neurosurgeon isn’t a patient person at all, and on any other occasion, Taehyung would’ve picked anything at random, swiped his credit card, and called it a day.

Jungkook doesn’t understand why does one put themselves through so much stress for one day. He’s a firm believer that there shouldn’t be a predetermined day to be romantic with your partner. Then again, Taehyung is right, the pediatrician hasn’t dated in a hot minute so what does he know?

The neurosurgeon clicks his tongue as he starts to think that he won’t be able to find anything for Yoonah in this store. He’s about to call Jungkook over to tell him that they should try Cartier next, but he holds himself back as he notices the youngest is stuck staring at one of the showcases displaying the latest arrivals.

Taehyung chuckles, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and startling him. ‘‘Thinking about getting someone something for Valentine’s?’’ He asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Jungkook laughs nervously, ‘‘No! I uh─’’

‘‘I think Y/N would really like that, don’t you think?’’ Taehyung interrupts him, a teasing tone to his voice. He actually has no damn clue what you even like, but he thinks it’s funny to pester his friend, especially when it comes to you.

It’s almost comical how embarrassed Jungkook gets whenever you’re romantically implied to him.

In any other moment, he’d tell Taehyung off. What does the neurosurgeon even know about what you like? This time, however, Jungkook remains silent as he looks back at the necklace that had caught his attention. Two interlocked pendants hanging delicately from the gold chain. It is something you would like.

‘‘So, are you gonna get it?’’ The neurosurgeon asks him, it almost feels like he’s cornering the youngest into swiping his black card right then and there.

Jungkook stammers, lips slightly ajar as he debates inside his head if he should.

He’s really not the type to give people gifts, not even to you. Although he did give you that spa day certificate last year, it was only because his mom had given it to him in the first place and he couldn’t seem to find the time to use it, regifting it to you because coincidentally you had been complaining about knots in your back that same week.

‘‘Let’s go,’’ the pediatrician mumbles, tugging his friends’ jacket to get him to leave the store.

There’s a really vivid picture of you wearing the necklace with a big smile on your face that he can’t seem to get out of his mind now.

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You’ve always had mixed feelings about Valentine’s Day.

On one hand, you think the festivity is cute. The hospital gets decorated with pink and red colors, there are heart-shaped paper banners hanging from the walls and there’s even free candy all over the place!

On the other hand, it serves as a yearly reminder that you’re terribly single and have no one to spend this day with. Of course, you could always do something with your friends. Sadly, your friends are all busy doctors. Besides, you are very aware this day is marketed for couples. Whoever came up with the friendship idea must’ve been single and felt left out.

You already have plans of your own anyway. A bottle of wine and a family-sized bag of your favorite chips are waiting for you at home, you’re only left to pick what movie will be the chosen one for tonight.

The debate of what rom-com to watch is stopped as you enter your office, a gasp escaping your mouth as you notice the bouquet of flowers over your desk. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, taken aback by the sudden surprise.

You hadn’t been expecting anything from anyone. You were quite content with the amount of candy you had received, but something like this was far away from your mind.

It almost even scares you to look at it closely. Afraid it could be a terrible joke or a simple mistake someone had made, an arrangement wrongly delivered to you instead of the original owner. That’s a possibility.

Mustering up the courage to get closer, you pick up the bouquet to notice there’s a small blue box snuggled between the pretty flowers. Your eyes widen because...Tiffany & Co.? Yes, this must be a mistake.

There’s no note attached, which only makes you wonder who could possibly this gift be for.

You can almost hear a little devil Yoongi whispering from your shoulder finders keepers, it’s only fair since it’s in your office anyway. But there’s also ethical angel Namjoon on your other shoulder telling you to do the right thing, which is to head towards reception and ask who had entered your office and left it behind. Which you do ─ angel Namjoon rejoices as devil Yoongi swears he’ll get away with it someday.

The receptionist is typing away at her computer’s keyboard, registering the new files into the system as she notices you approaching with the bouquet on hand and she stops her work to smile at you.

‘‘Hello, Doctor Y/L/N! I see you got your Valentine’s Day gift, heading home already?’’ She asks curiously.

You chuckle, ‘‘I think there’s been a mistake.’’ The comment makes the receptionist’s eyebrows furrow together, confused at your words. ‘‘I don’t have a Valentine, so there’s no way this is for me. There’s not even a note attached to it.’’

‘‘Ohhh, I see.’’ She says in a tone you can’t quite pinpoint, getting back to her typing quickly.

You clear your throat, ‘‘I was wondering if you know who went inside my office today?’’

The receptionist refuses to look at you again, eyes focused on the screen in front of her. She shakes her head no, ‘‘So many people come and go, I lose track of them!’’

You sigh, defeated. The receptionist takes one last look at you before you leave, ‘‘That gift is for you, Dr. Y/L/N.’’ Your gaze moves back towards her, but you can tell her lips are sealed. Whoever left this behind must’ve asked for secrecy.

Looking back down at the bouquet in your hands, you smile slightly at the idea of this being yours. Someone actually gave you something for once.

The receptionist chuckles at your flustered cheeks and the smile you’re biting back from spreading across your face.

----

Jungkook’s phone buzzes as he steps outside his bathroom. It’s a message from the group chat and he quickly opens it, fingers beginning to tremble as he hopes it’s the long-awaited message he’s been hoping to see throughout most of the day.

[9:30 PM] Y/N 🥰❤️: i think i have a secret admirer?

[9:30 PM] Seokjin: Welcome to the club!

[9:31 PM] Namjoon: Why? Did you get something today?

The message that proceeds is one that makes Jungkook’s heart stop momentarily. It’s a selfie of you smiling, a gold necklace being the main focus as it sits pretty on your chest. These are the moments the pediatrician doesn’t question Namjoon’s diagnosis, he is crushing hard.

[9:34 PM] Yoongi: It looks expensive, good for you Y/N.

[9:32 PM] Taehyung: omg :0

[9:33 PM] Taehyung: that necklace looks awfully familiar…..

Jungkook is too busy staring at the picture to even notice Taehyung’s teasing.

It’s just like he had pictured, but much better.

a/n: hiii guys happy valentine’s day!! my gift for y’all is this drabble <3 pining 101 is a crowd favorite and i feel rlly guilty abt abandoning it :( but i HAD to write smthn for these two for vday!! hope u enjoyed n sorry (again) for the wait :P ps: although this is an extra drabble, this does take place during the main drabbles timeline!

#jungkook au #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook drabble #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook au #jeon jungkook drabble #bts drabble #d: pining 101 #kept it cute n short y'all for once

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some fluffy adamkate for @neilusgrey because this ship is adorable <3 i used some prompts from this post while writing. it fit them too well!

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Adam X Kate: Turn your face to the sun

“So? What do you think?” Kate asked.

Adam looked around their surroundings. They were attending a folk concert held in Kate’s hometown, and even though it wasn’t Adam’s usual scene, he’d been quick to accept when Kate had invited him.

The sun was shining bright in the sky and nearly everyone was smiling, the sound of music getting louder but nowhere near unbearable as they approached the small stage in the middle of the park. There weren’t as many people as Adam had feared, only a small crowd forming in front of the stage.

“It looks nice,” Adam said. “I’m glad you asked me to come.”

“Of course!” Kate said. “It’s about time we—”

“Kate! Over here!” someone shouted from behind them, effectively interrupting their conversation.

Adam watched as Kate turned around to face a group of people, her face cracking into a brilliant smile once she seemed to recognize them.

“Hey, y’all!” Kate beamed, hugging one of the women. “Long time, no see.”

It was strange to see Kate so in her element. Just walking across the park and to the event area, they’d been stopped several times as people wanted to catch up with Kate and a few even asked for her autograph.

“It’s so good to see you! Where have you been?” one of Kate’s current admirers asked.

“Oh, I did a bit of soul-searching,” Kate explained. “Kinda needed to drop off the grid for a while.”

Adam could tell Kate was struggling with the lie. It had been a couple months since their escape from the Entity and they were only just now getting used to the normalcy of the real world. Standing here, being alive and well and surrounded by happy people with the sun shining down on them was almost too good to be true.

“This is my date, Adam!” Kate introduced him.

But the best thing about the situation was that Adam was here with the most incredible woman he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

“Nice to meet you,” Adam said, giving a polite nod to the group.

“Likewise!” one of Kate’s friends said. “We’ll leave you to it, but let’s catch up sometime, okay?”

“That sounds lovely!” Kate agreed, before turning to Adam. “Come on, let’s find a good spot!”

Adam followed Kate closer to the stage, almost transfixed on the way her long dress swayed in the gentle breeze. With her flowy sundress and the daisies in her hair, Kate looked like a personification of summer, and Adam was honored to be allowed to bask in her warmth.

It also reminded Adam how overdressed he was for the occasion. He’d chosen to wear a suffocating button-up and stiff chinos that already felt too warm for the weather. Hopefully he’d manage a few hours in the Pennsylvanian summer.

“You wanna stay farther away from the stage?” Kate asked.

“Yes, please,” Adam said with a grateful smile.

Kate knew how much of an introvert he was and she had never appeared to see it as a big deal. The concert was already out of Adam’s comfort zone, so getting some relative privacy would be very welcome.

They found a spot away from the commotion but with a relatively unobstructed view of the stage and Adam pulled out the picnic blanket he’d packed earlier and spread it over the soft grass. All the while Kate kept looking at him in intrigue, making Adam wonder whether he’d done something wrong.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“You have a really good smile, you know that?” Kate said, making Adam realize he’d been smiling the entire time.

“Oh. Thank you,” Adam said, scratching at his neck self-consciously. “I guess I don’t tend to smile that much. Especially after…”

He didn’t need to explain further. Kate nodded in understanding, knowing they all had their own demons to battle after their capture and subsequent escape from the creature that still haunted their nightmares.

“Let’s make some better memories together,” Kate said with an adorable, soft smile.

Adam felt his face heat up and he merely offered a stiff “yes” as they started unpacking their bags.

They’d never officially decided what this was between them. For what felt like years, they’d been closer than friends but not quite lovers. None of the other survivors had batted an eye when Kate sought comfort in Adam’s arms by the campfire every time the trials became too much. There were jokes about them being a couple, sure, but to this day nothing had actually happened between them. Adam had never wanted to push and regardless, a world of violence and death wasn’t exactly the best setting for romance.

But now they were free and Kate had wasted no time in asking him on a date. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he was certain that it had to mean something.

“I brought snacks!” Kate's triumphant grin snapped Adam out of his thoughts.

Adam watched as she retrieved a small box of strawberries as well as a packet of cookies from her beach bag.

“I wanted to have a picnic but didn’t know what you liked, so…” Kate explained.

“That was very thoughtful of you,” Adam said. “I didn’t realize to bring anything…”

“And I didn’t expect you to!” Kate reassured. “Come on, have some!”

They sat down to enjoy the snacks together, catching up on the brief period of time they’d been apart. Adam had been busy with a pile of paperwork about his disappearance in Japan and Kate had temporarily moved in with her parents. It became clear that neither of them were certain what the future would bring.

“There’s so many opportunities!” Kate said. “We can do whatever we want. The freedom is amazing.”

“It is,” Adam agreed. “But also a little overwhelming.”

He had no idea what he would do or where he would even go. All he knew was that he wanted to be near Kate; she was his rock and no matter what happened, he was sure he’d be okay as long as they were together.

Of course, he couldn’t say that out loud. They weren’t a couple and it was a little too intense to place so much importance on their friendship.

“We’ll figure something out,” Kate said, and just her smile was almost enough to reassure Adam.

They sat together and finished the snacks while enjoying the music, until the crowd seemed to get even more invigorated as people got up to dance. Adam watched a small group form in front of the stage with people twirling, jumping and laughing as they danced to the upbeat music.

"Let's join them!" Kate suggested almost immediately.

Adam shouldn’t have been surprised. Kate’s love for music knew no bounds, and even now she was nearly shaking with the boundless energy she always seemed to possess.

"We can't just leave our things," Adam tried to reason. "You go on, I'll stay here."

"Aw, you can’t get rid of me that easily! I wanna dance with you!” Kate said. “Nobody's gonna take anything.”

"I'm not much of a dancer," Adam protested, abruptly feeling the nervousness start to kick in.

"You'll be fine, hun—I promise!" Kate smiled at him and extended her bracelet-clad hand.

Before the fog had swallowed him all those years ago, Adam would have declined in a heartbeat. But he wanted to believe he had changed. During the last few years, he’d learned he was much more capable than he could have ever imagined—a little dancing surely wouldn’t kill him.

So he grabbed Kate’s hand and let himself be briefly pulled into her world of sunshine and spontaneity.

While they approached the stage, Adam tried his best to learn the choreography by observing people dancing. To his mortification, there didn’t seem to be choreography, all of the dancers seemingly able to effortlessly improvise a professional-looking routine.

By the time they reached their destination, Adam’s hand was sweating where it was holding Kate’s. She didn’t seem to care, only turning to him with a bright smile before settling closer to him in a dance position.

"Don't worry hun, just follow my lead!" Kate said.

Kate started leading him into a dance and Adam followed the best he could. He stared at her feet to try to get the hang of her movements, focusing too hard and completely ignoring the beat—

It was only a matter of time before his foot landed on Kate’s much smaller sandal-covered one.

"Sorry!" Adam apologized, embarrassed over his mistake. “Did I hurt you?”

"Don't worry so much," Kate said. "Look at me and just go with the flow."

Adam lifted his gaze to Kate's face and some of his tension melted away under her familiar smile.

Gradually, he got the hang of it. The song changed but the rhythm of Kate's movements stayed the same, and eventually Adam's clumsy steps got more confident and mirrored the spring in Kate's. He learned to read her ques, changing directions when she did and twirling her around when she wanted to. Kate laughed and giggled while they danced, the smile never leaving her face, like this is what she was made to do.

Adam realized she might not have gotten the chance to dance with anyone before this, not since their escape. Kate was never meant for the dull grey world of the Entity; she was meant for this, sun and music and dancing without a care in the world. And Adam was honored to be able to give it to her.

He lost count of how many songs they danced to. Previously, he might have been embarrassed of letting Kate lead, but any worries about arbitrary gender roles had disappeared during the years where their lives were nothing but survival.

Worrying about the past was the last thing on Adam’s mind as he followed his ray of sunshine into another dance. He was sweating something fierce but he didn't care, absently popping a few buttons on his shirt and rolling up the sleeves to try to cool down. Kate seemingly didn’t tire of dancing, but Adam spotted the redness on her cheeks and the more pronounced breaths she took as they picked up the pace and the exertion started to kick in.

At some point, people started forming a ring in some sort of group dance, and Kate didn’t hesitate to guide them to join in. The choreography was easy to understand this time, Adam effortlessly keeping up as everyone danced in a ring, before partnering up and switching every so often. Even though he stumbled a few times, Adam had always prided himself on being a fast learner.

When Kate twirled herself into being his partner for the finale, Adam found himself laughing. He was having fun.

"See? I knew you'd like it!" Kate said.

“Only you could convince me to do something like this,” Adam said.

Kate laughed with him, the sound radiant and inviting. She was beautiful and so full of light, turning heads even on the makeshift dance floor. He didn’t think he’d ever quite understand what she saw in a nerd like him.

Once the song ended, Kate let out a sigh.

"Whew, I'm beat!" she said.

Adam couldn't agree more. No matter how much he enjoyed the dancing, he was starting to get winded and his shirt was now drenched in sweat.

"Let's go drink some water," Adam suggested.

They returned to their spot and, to Adam's surprise, everything seemed to be exactly the way they left it. He'd completely forgotten about his worries while they danced.

Adam got out his water bottle from his backpack, when Kate's voice interrupted him.

"Aww, no!" Kate said, clearly disappointed when she peered into her bag.

"What's wrong?" Adam asked.

"I didn't close my bottle properly," Kate said, pulling out her wet, empty water bottle. "It's leaked all over."

She showed her bag that contained some now-soaked cookie crumbs and her keys bathing in water.

"I'm so sorry," Adam said. "We should hang it to dry somewhere—"

"It's not a big deal," Kate said with a smile. "It's just gonna smell like soggy cookies for a bit. That's what I get for being a klutz."

Adam's full water bottle felt heavy in his hands.

"Here, have some of mine," he said, extending the item.

"Are you sure?" Kate asked.

"Absolutely," Adam said. "We need to stay hydrated in this weather."

"You're the sweetest," Kate said and Adam felt his face heat up from the compliment.

Kate accepted the bottle, and only took one prim, small sip before holding it out for him.

"Come on, take a proper drink," Adam encouraged. "We’ll split it in half."

Kate gave him a sheepish smile, before tipping her head back and taking big gulps of the beverage, drinking nearly half of the bottle.

"Whew, that was refreshing," Kate said with a happy sigh. "Thanks, doll."

"My pleasure," Adam said.

He followed Kate's lead and emptied the bottle with similar gusto. The water felt heavenly in his dry throat and overheated body.

Afterwards, Adam insisted on setting up Kate's bag to dry in the sun.

"It should dry in no time," Adam said. "It's really hot today. I wish I was dressed for the weather."

"But you look so snazzy," Kate smiled. "Feels like I'm with royalty."

"I don't know about that. You look incredible today. I mean—err, you always do, but..." Adam floundered. "Your dress is beautiful."

"Thank you," Kate said with a shy smile, doing a little twirl. "It's good for dancing."

"I still can't believe you got me to dance," Adam said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Admit it. You had fun back there!” Kate was positively beaming at him.

"I did," Adam admitted. "And I never would have tried it on my own. Thank you."

"Thank you for doing it for me," Kate said. “I know this ain’t your thing, and I didn’t wanna push too hard. But I knew you’d be great, and…”

Kate trailed off, and Adam followed her gaze to an ice cream booth at the foot of the hill.

"Do you want to get ice cream?" Adam asked.

"I was just about to ask!" Kate grinned.

They walked to the kiosk, only standing in a short line as most people were still busy dancing. Adam took some time to browse the list of available flavors while they waited.

"Do you know what you're getting?" Adam asked.

"Not yet—there's so many to choose from!" Kate said, almost as in awe.

Adam hummed in agreement and focused back on the list. He was a little disappointed to not find matcha flavor on the menu, as it was his favorite from his time in Japan. Most of the options looked sickly sweet, and Adam skimmed over the cookie and candy flavors until eventually settling onto pistachio.

He glanced over at Kate who was still staring at the menu. If Adam had to guess, she was choosing between some of the more strange flavors—maybe even thinking about mixing them into a daring combination.

"Okay, I'm done!" Kate said once it was their turn to order. "You go first."

"One pistachio, please," Adam said.

"And for the lady?" the vendor asked.

"Chocolate," Kate said.

Adam turned to look at Kate in surprise.

"I ain't that adventurous with food," Kate explained with a sheepish grin.

After Kate's usual spontaneity and boldness, it was incredibly endearing to find out that she was a picky eater. Adam was suddenly eager for an opportunity to introduce her to Japanese and Jamaican flavors in the future.

"You can't go wrong with the classics," Adam assured.

"Here you go," the vendor said, handing over their orders. "That’s $3 a piece."

Kate started fishing out her wallet, but Adam beat her to it.

"It's on me," Adam said, already paying for their orders. “I owe you for the snacks.”

"Well, ain't you a gentleman," Kate said with a mischievous smirk.

Rather than stay closer to the stage, they returned to their spot to enjoy their ice creams.

"How is it?" Adam asked.

"Love it!" Kate beamed. "Do you wanna try?"

Butterflies danced in Adam's gut when Kate extended the treat to him. He nodded and carefully took a bite out of the ice cream. The chocolate flavor was not as rich as he'd normally like, but the texture was creamy and it didn’t taste too sweet.

"It's really good," Adam said. "Do you want to try mine?"

Kate regarded his green ice cream skeptically.

"Sure!" she eventually decided.

Kate hesitantly tasted the ice cream with the very tip of her tongue, before her face twisted into a grimace and Adam found himself laughing.

"Not for you, huh?" he teased.

"No, sorry, it's…" Kate said. "It tastes weird. Why is it salty?"

"Different strokes, I suppose," Adam smiled, digging back into his strange-tasting dessert.

They ate in companionable silence, watching the music performance and the people dancing to it.

"Thanks for coming with me today," Kate broke the silence.

"Thank you for inviting me," Adam said. "It's not my usual type of event, so I hope I didn't make too much of a fool of myself."

"What are you talking about? If anything, you're too cool for a place like this," Kate said.

"That's definitely not true," Adam protested. "I am not ‘cool’ in the slightest."

"Yeah you are," Kate insisted with a smile. "You're always so calm and polite and know exactly what to do. It feels like I'm just a dumb country girl in the presence of a prince or something."

Adam couldn't believe his ears. All this time, he’d thought Kate was too good for him, and she’d felt the exact same way about him?

"You are anything but dumb, Kate," Adam said. "To be honest, your charisma and talent sometimes overwhelms me. I often wonder what you see in me."

Kate laughed; not a mocking one, but a laugh that told Adam he was being absurd.

"Guess we're both kinda dumb, then," Kate smiled.

Adam returned the smile, feeling immense relief. He now knew that—for some crazy reason—Kate was just as fond of him as he was of her. Neither of them broke eye contact, and for a while they merely looked into each other’s eyes while their ice creams slowly melted.

"Can I kiss you?" Adam found himself asking.

It was barely above a whisper, finally having the courage to ask the words he hadn’t been able to during all these years.

"Thought you'd never ask," Kate said just as softly.

They both leaned into the kiss, and feelings of affection for this woman bloomed in Adam's chest when their lips met. Kate's lips were chilly from the ice cream but there was an underlying warmth in them that spread through Adam's body, like he was basking in the glow of the sun.

Their lips moved slowly against each other’s, hesitant at first and then finding a shared rhythm; just like when they danced together earlier.

When they pulled away, Adam was breathless, but it wasn’t not from a lack of air; it was from everything that was Kate.

"Hmm," Kate said conversationally.

"Hmm?” Adam repeated.

"Guess I don't mind pistachio flavor when it's mixed with Adam flavor," Kate smirked.

Adam threw his head back and laughed, and Kate did too.

They finished their half-melted ice creams while listening to the last songs of the concert. They talked about anything and everything, Adam no longer feeling like he had to hold back or keep up appearances. He placed his hand on Kate's and Kate insisted on trying some more ice cream from his lips.

It was the best date of Adam's life and he couldn't wait to see what their future might bring, knowing that Kate would be right by his side.

#adam francis #kate denson #adamkate #dbd fanfic #dweetwrites #dbd #dead by daylight

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thelowlysatsuma · 4 years

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y’all know what? fuck it. time for headcanons

so. SO. logan, patton, and janus being the Tired Adult Friends

they are. so fucking tired

they have two brain cells that they share between the three of them in order to keep the other sides in line. patton is least often seen in possession of them, but sometimes he’ll show up with them in hand

they do “boring adult shit” for fun like go drink wine together and talk shit about the others

they’ve each had turns having to stop the other two from getting too into something and doing something monumentally stupid. janus had to stop a sleepless marathon of sherlock holmes audiobooks. patton had to disarm MANY dangerous thought experiments. logan had to prevent the great puppy heist of 2020.

the all listen to the adventure zone together. logan and janus take turns awkwardly reassuring patton when the swearing/innuendos get too much. they all get a little weepy over lucretia. patton dresses up as magnus one day and forces the other two to cosplay with him. they go as john (jan goes ALL OUT with the eye imagery) and barry (logan allegedly didn’t wanna put in the effort, but actually did some very convincing skull makeup) respectively.

they have a group chat and all silently judge each others’ texting styles

patton: check out this cool meme I saw on Facebook!

janus, looking into the camera like he’s on the office before checking out the meme he’s seen 17272818272828 times before: you’re doing amazing, sweetie; I love it

PRANK WARS!!!! but lovingly!!!

patton and logan fill janus’ room with cats. logan denies being a part of the scheme, but he was VERY excited about it. janus walks into the common room covered in cat hair and ready to murder

logan and janus bonding over art theory and shit talking famous artists

logan and janus are science buddies!! it is terrifying! do not let these two be alone together because they will Wreak Havoc!

patton: *sticks up for someone who’s hurt*

logan: 👀👀👀👀👀😳

janus: 🙄

logan walks into a room and patton starts gushing abt how happy he is to see him and janus is done with this sappy feelings bullshit so he says “wow, glad to see you too, friends of mine” and patton immediately Pouts and does puppy dog eyes and goes in for a hug

*distant explosions* *roman screaming*

logan and janus, in unison: not it

any time patton understands or references a dirty joke/swear word, janus puts a quarter in a jar. it’s half full, but nobody will ever believe him

i would say cuddle piles, but knowing these three dipshits it’s more likely that logan passed out annotating papers on the couch, patton fell asleep beside logan waiting for him to wake back up so he could say hi, and janus just flopped down on top of both of them because he honestly doesn’t give a shit anymore

they do just. the most ridiculous competitions together. patton gets a visitor’s pass to the imagination so he can whip up a wipeout course for them. logan makes them games of jeopardy. janus hosts EXCELLENT murder mystery parties

patton may be bad at most board and card games, but if you try to beat him in uno, you will face death in the face. janus finds this hilarious up until it gets turned on him

in their group chat, patton will yell at the others for being up late, in spite of the fact that he himself is also up late

okay but if you think they don’t gossip about stupid fictional crushes together then You Are Wrong

janus is just as touchy feeley as patton, but he leans more towards arms around shoulders and back claps than hugs

patton, entering the common room, hands dripping red:

janus: oh my god he finally killed somebody

logan: absolutely not. the consistency is all wrong for blood. he stuck his hands in a bucket of kool aid

patton, who’d just returned from helping dye roman’s hair: guys, could you lighten up a little?

patton and janus cry together at 3am over that one time a cornsnake curled around thomas’ arm and it was very cute.

logan and janus shit talk discrepancies in popular media, especially doctor who. patton is generally just there for the good shows and the snacks.

janus: shut up, fives. a ten is talking.

logan: we all have the same face???

god save anyone on the receiving end of the combined powers of patton’s “i’m not mad, I’m just disappointed”, logan’s “explain what exactly you think you’re doing right now”, and janus’ “why are you like this you dumbass” glares

patton makes them friendship bracelets. logan and janus both hide theirs on their person but patton knows they keep them with them at all times

patton tries to convince the entire mindscape to go as the scoobies for halloween one year. he and janus divide and conquer with the core four and the others, and together, they manage to pull it off. remus is a truly horrifying scrappy doo

logan goes through a pirate kick for a little bit and teaches the other two how to duel. patton is surprisingly good at it, and logan dies a bit inside. janus thinks all this is fucking hysterical, and appreciates it immensely

they play calvinball together once. only once.

“sincerely meeeeeeEEEEEEE” “siNCERELY MEE”

yeah don’t even get started on all the musicals they do karaoke of. logan and janus insist it was patton’s idea, which it was, but they’re filthy liars who have just as much fun as patton

janus: *turns on anaconda*

logan: *plays phantom of the opera along to it*

when they get bored they just lie on top of one another, throw wads of paper at the walls of the commons, and play word association games

they fuckin Jam Out to schoolhouse rock. don’t tell me they wouldn’t

anyways I’m back on my sanders sides bullshit, y’all. please feel free to throw some more headcanons out there

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thecreelhouse · 3 years

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like vines, we intertwined

Paring: Steve Harrington x Reader (up to interpretation of platonic or more)

Summary: It started with an exchange of friendship bracelets, meant to last as long as the bond between you two: forever. Life has a finicky way of defining “forever”, though. (AKA: the hurt/comfort friendship bracelet fic nobody asked for)

Read on AO3

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: PTSD, swearing, mentions of violence/blood/injuries, a whole fuck ton of angst and hurt— and fluff and comfort to balance it out.

A/N: hi! been a minute since I’ve posted something that isn’t nsfw lol, so I hope y’all enjoy! I really forgot how much I love writing hurt/comfort fics. shoutout to @stonersteve for helping me with the car breakdown scene!! title is from ‘we intertwined’ - the hush sound.

“We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news—“

Your head snaps up to the TV set; you had it on to some rerun of some sitcom as mindless background noise to paint your nails to.

The screen shows a fuzzy view of Starcourt, the new mall that had recently opened up and run small businesses out of Hawkins.

Only it wasn’t like the commercial they had been airing all summer; where a glowing, neon utopia once stood strong in those ads, was now a slow, crumbling fortress, with flames tearing through from the inside out.

Your eyes grow wide as your stomach drops at the sight. You set your nail polish down before shuffling over to the TV, fidgeting with the volume buttons to listen carefully while your eyes glue themselves to the screen. You drop to the ground in front of the news report, waiting for more.

“It is unclear as to what started the fire, but the damage already done is devastating enough,” a reporter claims as the camera zooms off of the destruction and onto their face. “Authorities are saying it could be anything from arson to accident, and they’re not leaving out the possibility of fireworks being the cause.”

Your breathing falls shallow at the sight of Starcourt in the background, recalling a similar shot for the commercial, mind buzzing as you recall a familiar face while they showcased Scoops Ahoy! within the ad. Absent-mindedly, you tug at the bracelet loosely hanging from your wrist while your mind clings onto that one person.

Steve.

Him in that tacky sailor’s uniform, hat and all, flashed back in your mind. You always laughed to yourself when you saw how visibly uncomfortable he was in a goofy hat that hid his best feature. Now, you feel sick, panicking while hoping he wasn’t working during this disaster.

It’s late. The mall’s been closed for a few hours now, so he should be safe, right?

The camera’s smooth panning across the scene unfolding shakes suddenly.

“Whoa- hey! What—“

“You can’t film here. This is an ongoing investigation, and you must vacate the premises immediately.”

“Excuse me? We’re just trying to report the n—“

Your gaze floats to the background, while out of focus and unsteady, you catch a glimpse of blue. You can’t make out who or what it is, but your gut feeling has the answer already, and it makes your head spin with nausea.

Panic shakes you back to reality, and you bolt through the house to find your wallet and keys before leaving your home and jumping in the car. Your nails are smudged at this point, but that doesn’t matter.

All that does matter as you pull out of the driveway, while your tires are squealing against the road, is Steve and his safety.

——

“What’s that?”

Working diligently with the embroidery floss taped onto the table, you don’t look up as you answer the boy that came up to you with curiosity.

“Friendship bracelet,” As soon as you reply, your tongue sticks back out slightly as you focus on your work.

“Who are you makin’ it for?”

“I’unno, whoever wants one, I guess.” Your small fingers move quickly with the string, braiding and knotting the colors in a specific pattern.

There’s a silence that follows, and you can see the boy rocking back and forth on his heels nervously. You stop to finally look up; a boy your age with brunette hair and wide, curious doe eyes watches you closely.

“Did- um- did anyone ask for that one yet?” He musters up the courage to ask.

You look down at the nearly finished bracelet before glancing back up at him, shaking your head slowly.

“All yours if you want it,” You answer, and a warm smile breaks on the boy’s face. “What’s your name?”

“Steve,” The boy answers as he slides into the bench across from you at the table. “What’s yours?”

You reply with your name as you continue tying off the last few repetitions of the bracelet. Steve repeats your name, making it known he wants to remember. You like the way your name sounds coming from him; makes you feel safe.

“All done!” You grin proudly before leaning over the table, grabbing Steve’s hand to pull it towards you.

Steve blushes a bit at the sudden contact, realizing he likes the way your hand feels in his, but is too young to recognize why it feels nice.

You tie the ends of the bracelet together, making sure it isn’t too tight, but hangs close enough that it can’t slip off. Steve watches in wonder at the tiny, powerful gesture. He admires the bracelet, smile growing brighter as he takes note of the colours.

“Hope it’s okay, they’re my favourite colours.” You admit shyly. “I can make you a different one if you wa—“

“No! No,” Steve exclaims as he holds his wrist to his face, studying the detail of the string wound in a pretty pattern. “I- I want to make you one… with my favourite colours… is that okay?”

Your cheeks flush up as you nod slowly. “Yeah!”

“I just- I need you to teach me first… please.” Steve asks shyly, and you smile, scooting off your bench to move next to him.

Your arms are touching, and you can feel the hairs on his arm stand on end, and you’re certain he notices the goosebumps across your skin.

It doesn’t take very long to teach Steve how to make a friendship bracelet. It doesn’t come without trial and error, though. He asks to take the string home, the colours he picked as his favourites, to work on it and bring it back finished the next day.

And so, he does.

Steve finds you first thing in the morning, before you’re told to sit in your assigned desks, and he ties the bracelet he made himself around your wrist, just like you did for him. Not too loose, not too tight.

You admire the colours, admire the quirks of some knots being a little messier than others, bringing the bracelet character. It’s more than one of a kind, it was made with his heart.

“Thank you, Steve,” You say softly, tugging on the bracelet. “We’re friends now, friends forever.”

“Will the bracelets last forever?” Steve asks, already knowing the logical answer.

You surprise him, however, with an answer more emotional than logical. “If we protect them, they will. As long as you have that on, you can always count on me, Steve.”

Steve’s eyes shine over with happiness; he’s never had a real friend before. Not yet. Here and there some kids liked him because he had the latest and coolest toys, or they were jealous of him. Not you, though. You didn’t care about all the silly talk that your classmates spread about. The friendship was pure, gravitational through a simple conversation about friendship bracelets.

Before the bell rings, he pulls you into a hug quickly. It’s tight, warm, secure. You hug him back, trying to match how he makes you feel.

“You can always count on me, too.”

———

It doesn’t take very long for the damage of Starcourt to fall into view. It makes your stomach drop, makes you nauseous at the thought of Steve’s safety being threatened.

What should’ve only taken a few minutes felt like hours, even while you were speeding, avoiding the streets busy with neighbors setting fireworks off on the asphalt. Your brain wouldn’t rest with the questions filled with dread; was he okay? Was Steve alright? What the fuck was going on?

… Were you even sure that was Steve that you assumed you saw on the news report? That blue blur could’ve been anyone, but your mind immediately jumped to Steve.

And while the questions felt the need to continue, why on earth were you worried? You couldn’t remember the last time you and Steve talked, couldn’t remember the last time you truly called each other best friend.

Steve fell into a crowd of people that were only his friends for superficial reasons. He fell off your grid pretty fast when he was busy stealing alcohol from his parents’ liquor cabinet, trying to entertain the most rotten of the Hawkins High, not limited to Carol and Tommy H., of course.

It didn’t take very long for Steve to stop responding to your waves in the halls, your attempts to keep up with his life. He stopped answering your calls, always letting it ring, or the few times his parents were actually home, his mother always said he was ‘out somewhere’.

Steve’s bracelet disappeared around the time he abandoned you, yet you kept yours on. You couldn’t understand why you still had yours on, but felt only guilt when you’d even think about cutting it off.

You see flames rising despite the multiple fire hoses attempting to tame the destruction, breaking you from your racing thoughts of the past.

The parking lot is sectioned off from the entrances, all far from the mall and emergency vehicles. A man dressed in military grade riot gear holds his hand out as he steps in front of your car. You stop, rolling the window down to speak to him, but not before you’re met with the overwhelming smell of smoke and melting man-made materials.

Your face scrunches up, eyes squinting for a moment. You can almost feel the heat from this far back, and it just makes you more nervous and sick.

“Sorry, you can’t be here. This is an ongoing investigation and the scene is potentially still dangerous.” The man’s voice is muffled behind his helmet, but you hear him clear enough.

“Wh- the people inside? Are they okay? Where are they? Where did they go?” You rush out, and the man sighs.

“Anyone who made it out is most likely home by now. They were all treated by first responders here, and none of them wanted to be taken to the hospital. That’s all I’m able to tell you right now.”

You nod silently as his words sink in, realizing the danger is much graver than you assumed. This…. this was bad.

You thank the guard as you reverse out of the lot, flooring it as soon as you hit the road, driving twice as fast with only Steve still on your mind.

——

Steve isn’t sure how he made it to his driveway safely, but he does.

He can’t remember the drive from the mall to his house. But he’s behind the wheel, and alone in the car, so he had to have driven himself. Black and blue, swollen-shut eye and all.

It’s a miracle he hadn’t passed out from the excruciating headache he earned and swerved off the road.

——

Among the chaos of emergency vehicles in the parking lot, Steve noticed his car sitting alone, further back in the middle of empty spaces. When he had the energy, he decided to humor himself, and check on the car to at least make sure it was alright, even if just from the outside, while his keys laid in the bunker, now blown to smithereens.

Steve circled the car while his hand dragged across the red paint. He glanced through the windows, not noticing any damage, thankfully. Yet, he still wondered how mad his father would be about having to get a new key.

Mindlessly, as Steve made his way to the driver side door, he tugged on the door handle, startled at how the door clicked open with ease.

As the door moved, his jaw fell open in disbelief. This whole time, he left his car unlocked.

It’s an accident that wouldn’t be such a huge deal, something to laugh off when everything inside is accounted for, but Steve slumped into the seat and sobbed. No warning, just tears finally breaking along the edge of his tired eyes.

Everything came to a head, churning anger and grief deep within Steve, and it only came out in unsteady sobs. He quickly closed the car door, hoping no one could hear him from here. Everyone else has their own demons to worry about. He can’t add to that. He can’t add to anyone else’s pain.

Steve cried while snot rolled down his face alongside his tears. The tears stung his wounds, but not as much as his own stupidity stung whatever was left of his ego.

Frantically, he searched for any tissues in the car, even napkins, anything to remove some of the mess from his face. As he opened the glove compartment, a shiny key fell onto the car floor.

It was a punch to the gut. The cherry on top of this incredibly fucked up evening. Not only did he forget to lock his car, he left his spare inside the goddamn car itself.

Steve wanted to laugh, wanted to shrug it off, but only more sobs racked through his body the further his thoughts snowballed.

He couldn’t keep everyone safe tonight. He couldn’t keep his friends or himself out of trouble. And on top of it all, he couldn’t remember to lock his car?

Steve grabbed the key off the floor and started the car, realizing he couldn’t burden anyone tonight. Everyone else had someone to go home to, had someone to comfort each other with, but he was alone.

Voice shaky, he couldn’t help but wonder out loud, “Am I really that useless?”

———

Steve’s body doesn’t just ache, it burns. Everything hurts terribly, from the bruises already in full bloom across his torso, to the way his ears ring so loudly, he’s expecting blood to begin to pour out of them. Blinking hurts, breathing hurts, thinking hurts.

He wants to cry. He wants to sob, but he knows how bad it’ll hurt; that post-sob headache with a stuffed, sniffly nose and exhaustion wrapping around like a weighted blanket.

It’s late, and most of the neighborhood, despite celebrating, are inside and tucked into their beds, safe and sound. Steve wants that, more than anything. He wants so badly to run inside and collapse even onto the floor. He could worry about cleaning himself up tomorrow, with the house to himself. No nosy parents around to poke and prod with invasive questions.

Then again, even if his parents were home, he’s certain they would pay no mind to their son, collapsed on the floor, battered and bruised.

But he doesn’t move. Steve can’t bring himself to move. He can move, if he tries hard enough, but he’s just so drained. Resting his head against the steering wheel seems like the next best option.

Even resting his head softly, the contact stings. He hisses out at the pain, but it feels so good to not have to hold his head up on his own. That benefit sure outweighs the pain. Well, almost.

Steve’s fingers fidget and fumble around to whatever is near him, trying to take his mind off of the pain. At least, until he can muster up the strength to leave his car.

It’s only a few feet, and then the floor is all yours.

He picks at a hangnail on his thumb, blissfully ignorant to the pain as he tugs at the dead skin, for it doesn’t even compare to the heavy ache he feels everywhere else.

Stop, you haven’t picked your nails in years. Don’t go back to it.

Steve fights the urge as he pushes the annoying voice from his head, reminding him not to give in. Still, his fingers shake, desperately looking for something to tug at, just while he sits here uncomfortably. Anything to distract him.

For a moment, Steve is still, but then he digs in his pocket, frantically searching for something. His sudden movements earn a distressed groan from him, but he pushes past the pain and pulls out a bundle of threads, tied in a pattern, adorning a variety of colours. Your favourite colours.

It’s the friendship bracelet you made him all those years ago.

Steve holds the bracelet, broken and fraying at each end, up to his compromised eyesight. Tears threaten to fall again. He barely had time to cry during Starcourt’s demise, but ever since he got into his car after all was said and done, he couldn’t stop crying.

Now, as he remembers the dreadful night spent in the underground bunker, it finally hits him where it hurts the most.

——

Amidst being punched around like a dummy, the Russian guards searched nearly every inch of Steve, desperate for clues that would expose him for the spy they believed him to be.

“I told you, I- I got nothin—“

A sharp blow to his face stole away the rest of his sentence. Steve wheezed, gasping for the wind knocked out of him.

Taking no pity, one guard continued to search him. He noticed the bracelet, worn but showing signs of a once vibrant, bright life, and slid a switchblade underneath the embroidery thread.

Steve’s eyes grew wide as his heart dropped.

“No- no, wait—“

He tried tugging his wrist back, tried keeping the memento safe, but the blade sliced through it easily. As it fell to the floor, the other guard stomped on it before shoving it aside with his boot.

“Oh, that did something,” The guard’s voice was smug, noticing the tears that sprang to Steve’s eyes finally. “If you don’t speak, we will break you.”

Steve felt his breath fall shallow, panicking over a simple, handmade bracelet. It wasn’t just any bracelet, though. To him, that was the last connection he had to you, even if he royally fucked everything up.

Tears stung the split skin among his bruises as he continued to cry, falling apart at the thought of shoving you so far from him, and now…

Well, now, he’d never get the chance to fix things. Or try to, if you’d even let him.

Steve would die far underground before ever getting the chance to repair what he destroyed.

——

A car door slams loudly, and though it sounds distant to Steve as he pulls himself from the flashback, it echoes throughout the now empty streets of his neighborhood in Hawkins.

Frantic footsteps rush past his car, and he pulls his head up from the steering wheel. He watches a figure urgently skip up the stairs before banging loudly on the front door.

At first, Steve can’t make out who it is, and he wants to know, but he can’t bring himself to move. Not yet. Everything feels heavy and he doesn’t even feel like he’s in his own body.

Slamming their fists away against the door’s surface, the person finally yells out, “Harrington, I swear to god, if you don’t open this door I will gladly find the spare key! I’m sure it’s still where you left it years ago!”

Steve can’t help but laugh as he recognizes your voice along with your trademark, persistent attitude, and a smile cracks along his lips. It’s small, nearly nonexistent, but it’s there. He clutches the bracelet tightly between his sore fingers before taking a deep breath, and finally pushes himself out of the car.

He watches as you mutter to yourself, panicking and trying to come up with another plan to check up on him, when he finally clears his throat to catch your attention.

——

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?!”

Steve’s legs wobbled as they threatened to give out, but he held himself up to the wall quickly for support.

“I- I gotta find it—“

Steve turned a corner to find the room the guards first held him in, and clear as day, the bracelet laid waiting for Steve’s return on the cold floor.

Out of excitement, he tripped over his own feet, landing onto the floor and only adding to the pain he already felt across his body. But Steve ignored it as he reached out to the bracelet with grabby hands, and he sighed in relief.

“Dude, you’re seriously asking to get killed here, let’s go!” Dustin yelled, panicked and annoyed at Steve as he tried to tug him off of the floor. Steve struggled, but he finally got to his feet and followed as Dustin dragged him back down the hallway.

As Dustin and Erica drove Robin and Steve back to the elevator for their escape, Steve clutched onto the bracelet like a priceless prize. Even high out of his mind, giggling away with Robin about the dumbest shit, he knew what he had to do.

Steve was going to fight his way out of this to stay alive, and he’d make his way back to you. He vowed to himself, and to you silently, he’d make his way back to you as soon as everyone was safe.

He was going to fix this, once and for all.

——

Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes lock with Steve’s. Granted, his gaze isn’t in great shape, with one eye nearly swollen shut, but you’re still holding each other’s gaze intensely.

Neither of you move or speak. A moment passes, but it feels like an hour, and then you take the first step.

You sprint to him, about to knock him over in a great, big hug like you used to, but Steve flinches, and your heart drops as you skid to a stop just feet away from him.

From further away, he looked like hell, but this close up, Steve looks like he died and barely came back.

“Fuck- sorry- right- what am I doing—“ You curse yourself for thinking you could just embrace him like everything was okay, when just looking at him hurts your heart.

Steve shakes his head before forcing himself to move, fighting against the intense aches and pains, wrapping his arms around you as best as he can.

You notice immediately his grip isn’t what it used to be, and you assume that has to do with the suffering he’s in right now. You want so badly to squeeze him back, envelope him in your embrace to signal he’s safe now. That whatever happened can’t hurt him now. Not here, not with you.

But you don’t. You hear him grunt in pain and remind yourself you have to be gentle with Steve. He’s always been fragile, deep down, but tonight, he’s shards of someone who doesn’t exist anymore, held together by the flimsiest tape found.

You’d get in the way of anyone or anything that tried to lay a hand on Steve ever again. Your heart aches heavily, wishing you could’ve been there to protect him from whatever nearly destroyed him.

“The spare key is definitely still in the same spot,” Steve manages to say, and you know his tone would be lighter, joking, if he wasn’t in so much agony.

“Knew it,” You reply with a sniffle, pulling back. You don’t let go of Steve completely, though, letting him lean onto you for better balance. “Let’s get you inside, okay?”

It takes a bit longer than expected, moving slowly alongside Steve as you hold him upright as you carefully shuffle with him into the house. Immediately, you notice the house’s interiors have changed, but Steve’s mom always liked changing things up, even for someone who was rarely home.

The loneliness that settles in as the house swallows you two whole, though, that’s painfully familiar. Your heart breaks at the thought of Steve coming home broken to nothing, to no one.

You get a better look at him as you flip on some lights, stomach sinking as your eyes travel over the bruising and swelling across his skin, splits and tears and marks that were unwelcome on his body. They travel down his neck, slipping under the fabric of his worn, blood stained work uniform. It’s almost a comical contrast, the dried bodily fluid splattered about a tacky sailor’s outfit, but you don’t laugh.

You don’t know exactly whatever caused this, but you assumed it had to be worse than the fights he got caught up in the previous two years before.

“M’so tired,” Steve whines, letting his head fall to your shoulder. “Just wanna sleep.”

“You should at least clean up—“

“No.”

“Steve, you’re covered in blood and god knows what else.”

“Just wanna lay down, s’too bright in here.”

You flip the switch off, gently lifting Steve’s head before guiding him towards the stairs.

“You’re going to at least let me nurse these awful injuries-“

“It’s fine, just a- a bad fight, that’s all—“

“Steve, I know you. This isn’t fine. Shut the fuck up and let someone take care of you.”

Steve’s mouth presses shut, remembering how hard you were to argue with, especially when you were right. You were always looking out for his best interest.

It’s just been so long since anyone has.

You send him upstairs to the bathroom, to which Steve takes his time climbing the stairs. Each step is harder to reach than the last, but he’s so close to his bed, some form of comfort, finally.

You scramble to find an ice pack in the kitchen, when your eyes catch on a picture frame, tucked away on a shelf in the next room over. It’s small, but even from here, you recognize what it is.

A moment in your younger years, frozen in time, arm in arm with Steve. You’re both covered head to toe in paint after he helped you paint the clubhouse your dad built for you in the backyard. The two of you are cheesing wide at the camera, and you can practically hear your childish laughs through your teeth. Back when the world belonged to you and Steve, and you two only.

You shake yourself from your thoughts to hurry back to Steve, ice pack in hand. You meet him in the bathroom, handing him the ice pack before getting to work on his wounds as he sits on the edge of the tub.

It’s silent for a moment, but you can’t ignore the questions swirling your brain any longer.

“What happened?”

“Stuff.”

You roll your eyes as you press a cotton pad with rubbing alcohol to an open wound. Steve hisses at the sting, but only for a moment.

“Listen, you’re gonna have to start somewhere if we’re talking again.”

“Well, I’d like to keep you away from this mess as much as I can.”

You clean off the blood, caked onto his face, huffing in frustration.

“Why was Starcourt on fire?”

“Because a fire happened.”

Annoyance began to bubble within you.

“No shit, Harrington.” Steve fidgets with something wrapped around his fingers, and you glance down. Your heart leaps into your throat at the sight of familiar colours, your favourite colours. “You- you still have it?”

Steve’s gaze falls to your wrist, drinking in the bracelet he made you, in his favourite colours. The strings show signs of wear, hanging loosely now, but still intact, at least.

Tears threaten to spill again.

“I- uh- I didn’t think you’d still have yours,” He admits softly, and you nod.

“Never took it off.” You push his hair out of his face, matted down with dried sweat and blood. “Guess you did. I figured you did.”

“No, I—“

“It’s okay, Steve. Really. I’m shocked you have it at all.”

His heart sinks at your words. You had figured he gave up completely on you, and he knew it. Still, it didn’t make this hurt any less.

“Wait- listen-“ Steve reaches up to your wrist, grasping it gently. You freeze at the sudden contact. “I- I kept mine on.”

You eye him, suspicious. “So, how’d it fall off?”

“It’s- I can’t tell you—“ You sigh, annoyed, but Steve shakes his head frantically. “It’s not like that. I have to keep you safe.”

You shove your hand away from his as you sit back onto the closed toilet lid, staring at him in disbelief.

“Safe? Steve, safe went out the fucking window as soon as I asked the goddamn feds what was going on and was told I had to leave.” Your voice was stern, but shaking. Tears slipped from Steve’s eyes, but he kept himself calm, letting you speak. “I thought I lost you forever, and you have the nerve to still try and keep me in the dark? When I said you could count on me, I meant it. Always. Even after we grew apart.”

Steve tries to speak, but his bottom lip quivers and his thoughts snowball once more. He hasn’t seen you in years, not this close, not face to face and so personally. Across your features lie worry and hurt, but your bright soul still shines through. You’re here, and he still can’t help but fuck things up instead of trying to fix it all.

“I- I- I-“ Steve can’t get it out, he’s not sure where to start. Does he apologize for abandoning you? Or for the way he traded in everything pure in his life for some shoddy illusion of popularity? Maybe he should mention to you that the fall from grace nearly broke him, but would that help anything now?

Steve tugs at the remnants of his bracelet nervously while his breath quickens, grasping desperately for the words he needs to say to you, but they all slip away too fast. His eyes squeeze shut as his vision tunnels in.

That’s when you realize: he’s hyperventilating. He’s having a panic attack.

“Steve, hey,” You gently call out to him, softly reaching out for his hand. “Is this okay?”

He doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t push himself away, so you grasp both his hands in your own. You run your thumbs along his skin in circles, hoping the movement soothes him.

“You’re okay, Steve. You’re safe. Whatever was after you is gone now.” You try reassuring him, but he shakes his head, and that’s when the sobs escape him.

“I- I-“

You gently shush him, “It’s okay, just take a moment to breathe. Breathe with me, can you do that?”

Steve tries following your steady breathing pattern, but he hiccups another set of sobs out, panic pulling him back down.

You sink to the floor, gently pulling Steve down next to you before cradling him in your arms. “You’re okay. It’s okay.”

Steve buries his face into your shoulder, gripping onto you for dear life.

“It’s not- it’s—“ He sobs again, pulling you close to him.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it now.” Your heart sinks at the way he cries out, unsure of what to do from here.

You think back to the photo you saw downstairs.

“Steve, I… I saw that picture of us, in your living room.” You whisper softly as you rub circles on his back. “I didn’t think you still had it.”

Steve can only nod, too exhausted and scatterbrained to find the words to properly respond.

“It’s one of my favourite memories of us,” You admit, taking note of the way the sobs had begun to settle slowly. Every now and then, one escapes him, but his body continues to relax in your arms.

“M- mine too.” Steve’s voice shakes as he tries to settle down.

“You don’t have to tell me everything right now. I… I’ll need to know things eventually, but—“

“I almost died.”

The wind is knocked from your lungs.

“I- I-“ Steve’s trying his best not to start crying again, not as hard as he just was, at least. “It- you- I couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d lose you.”

Though you keep silent, your heart continued to ache at the way he spoke of your importance to him.

“I did lose you. I pushed you a- away. I left you behind and-“ A sob racks through his body, and you squeeze him gently to remind him he’s not alone. “We- we almost died. Me and Robin. Erica and Dustin were with us, too, but… they were safe at least. Th- the Russians didn’t hurt them, thankfully—“

You pull back to look at Steve, “Russians? Steve, is- are you-“ Your words die in your throat as you try to figure out just what you were trying to ask.

“Starcourt was j- just a cover-up.” Steve hiccups, clamping his eyes shut to try and hold his tears back. “It was all this- this huge cover-up, and we found out, and they almost killed us for it, and if it wasn’t bad enough, this giant fucking …. monster…”

His eyes open and he trails off as he watches your face cautiously.

“... I sound fucking insane, don’t I?”

You shrug, “I mean… yeah, a little, but … I believe you. Whatever happened, I believe you, Steve.”

He wants to explain everything to you. Tell you all about the last three years, how the Upside Down quite honestly flipped his entire life upside-down. How he quickly realized how fragile and temporary everything is in life, and that he can’t even attempt to sleep without checking that the nail-ridden bat is still under his bed, just in case.

Steve owes you an explanation of everything, he knows that. Keeping you hidden from the truth won’t keep you safe. It’s just now, after crying again, he’s ready to pass out for the night, and this will all take quite some time to fill you in on.

As if reading his mind, you speak up, “You’re tired, let’s get you to bed, okay? If you’re still sore tomorrow, I can wash your hair over the tub.”

Steve feels something lighten the heaviness he had been carrying around for so long on his shoulders. The weight of his world lessens just a bit.

“You- you’re- you’ll stay?”

You push to your feet, pulling Steve up with you and holding him steady.

“What did I say when we became friends?” You remind him as you lead him into his room.

Steve sniffles, still trying to shake the sadness clutching onto him so tightly. It won’t leave, not anytime soon. You’re prepared for that, though. You’re ready to pick things up where they were left off, fully aware it would take a lot of work to rebuild the bridge Steve burned years ago.

He won’t have to rebuild it alone, at least.

Steve climbs under the covers, rolling over to the far side to make room for you, and you join him. Limbs aching, he still wraps himself around you, afraid to let go, to lose you again.

“That I could count on you.” Steve finally answers, his voice soft but raspy from crying. “And that you could count on me.”

You nod, wrapping yourself around him in return, afraid to let go, afraid he’ll slip from your grasp again. Not from his own doing, but from whatever demons hold him down.

“I… don’t know what your monsters are like, but I’m going to be here for you, every step of the way. You’re not getting rid of me easy this time, Harrington.”

A glimpse of a smile plays up along Steve’s lips, making your stomach flutter. Finally a good sign. A sign of hope.

“I’m super gluing myself to you,” Steve murmurs, eyes drooping with the need for sleep. “You’ll never lose me, never again.”

As his eyes flutter shut, your eyes fall on the broken bracelet, still wound between his fingers.

“Steve?”

He shifts closer to you, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“Mhm?”

Your eyes trail over his face, still damaged, still in pain, but finally relaxed. You expect he won’t sleep a full night, and if he does, it won’t be without nightmares of whatever tortured him, but for now…. he’s at ease, and you’re right there alongside him.

“I’ll make you a new bracelet tomorrow, too.”

The only response are the soft snores from Steve, reassuring you that he’s safe. He’s okay, even for a moment.

You’re both safe, and in time, you both will be okay.

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yay! I’m gonna rapid fire send a few short ones but there’s no rush in getting them all answered! okay so you’ve mentioned that suki’s love language is touch, but what about everyone else? -😌✨

Ooooh! Good ask! I’m assuming you want the L.Y.E cast but I’ll add a few extra characters into the mix. I’ll do just the male characters for this post and do a female list at another time if y’all want it!

I also separated giving/receiving love languages because a few characters I feel would give love different to how they would like to receive it.

(Also this took SO LONG to finish I’m sorry for making you wait!)

Love Languages

💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

Gives in Touch / Receives in Touch

Receiving: As I’ve said before, Bakugou’s love language is touch, and as I’ve also said he’s super uncomfortable with people touching him casually because he just expects physical contact to hurt in some way or another. So once he does get a SO it’ll take a while for him to open up to any sort of physical affection, especially in public. At the start of the relationship the best they’ll get is holding hands, and even that is more a possessive gesture than anything else, it’s meant to signal to anyone passing by that this person is his and his alone.

However, after a bit of time Bakugou will open up to his SO and allow himself to accept the affection they give. It’ll start with the hand holding, progress into accepting hugs without complaint, to even letting his SO play with his hair while he lays in their lap and tells them about his day. It’ll eventually become apparent that Katsuki loves to be touched, craves it even, though he’d never admit to this outright. It’ll take a while to get there but gain his trust and he’ll accept any sort of physical affection his SO has for him.

He’ll still never tolerate anything further than a chaste peck on the cheek in public though. He loves the gesture don’t get him wrong but Pro-Hero Ground Zero (Bars Dude ✌🏽) does have a reputation to uphold you know.

Giving: Katsuki loves to be touched sure but he also loves to touch. Similarly it’ll take time for him to get comfortable with giving physical affection but once there he can’t help but wrap himself around his SO nearly all the time.

If he’s out with them he’s got an arm around their shoulders or their waist.

If he’s home with them and they’re doing something he’s right there next to them, bumping shoulders so frequently he might as well just press himself to his SO and stay there. Or he’s behind them, arms wrapped around their waist and head on their shoulder watching whatever they’re doing.

If they’re laying down or relaxing in anyway he’s laying under them, next to them, on top of them, doesn’t matter to him as long as he’s there with them. Katsuki has never been good at expressing his feelings verbally, so he Koala’s himself to their form and just hopes all his emotions can transfer through his body and into theirs and they can understand how much he loves them.

🥦Izuku Midoriya🥦

Gives in Gifts & Words of Affirmation / Receives in Words of Affirmation

Receiving: Listen, after a childhood full of being looked down on a belittled for being Quirkless, Deku has developed something of a mental blockage about his own self worth. The fact that the most common way for people to refer to Deku is as “The Plain One” doesn’t help his inferiority complex. Even after years of having One for All he still has lingering doubts about his capabilities and desirability.

So when his SO tells him something they like about him, even if it’s something as simple as “I like your outfit today” he is over the moon about it and won’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day.

He’s more than a little embarrassed about it, he thinks it makes him narcissistic and shallow in a way, but he simply can’t get enough of the praise his SO gives him (maybe or maybe not has a praise kink like who knows ya know).

It gives him a rush to hear it, to know that he means something to someone, to know he’s appreciated, loved, and desired by at least one person. A simple “I love you” is all he needs to make his day, any sort of affirmation is the highlight of his week and he craves it like a starving man craves food.

Giving: Izuku loves to compliment his SO, but he also tends to assume that they, unlike him, already know their value. He doesn’t think his words hold nearly as much weight to his SO as their words do for him. So while he’ll definitely lay on the verbal affection pretty thick he’ll also supplement it by going out of his way to never let a week pass without getting his SO a gift.

It’s usually something small, just something to let them know he was thinking about them throughout his day. Since Izuku never let his fanboy behavior of obsessively taking notes go, he definitely knows his SO’s favorite everything ever so they can expect to frequently receive their favorite candy, flowers, etc, on a regular basis.

❤🤍Shoto Todoroki🤍❤

Gives in Gifts & Quality Time / Receives in Gifts

Receiving: Now Gifts as a love language often get a bad rap for being the choice of the rich and materialistic; it’s seen as the shallowest of the love languages by a non-insignificant number of people. Shoto, however, is not interested in expensive and highly-sought after gifts like cutting-edge tech, lavish jewelry, or any other similar staples of wealth. He’s too used to his father getting him things like this to try and win his affection and display the affluence of the Todoroki family. No, Shoto’s not interested in that, Shoto loves gifts that indicate the giver was thinking about him.

What I mean by this is that if someone were to give Shoto a nice watch as a gift he’d say thank you and would definitely wear it but wouldn’t give it a second thought; but if someone where to give him something they hand crafted, like a painting, a ceramic vase, or hell even one of those shitty friendship bracelets everyone who went to bible camp had to make, Shoto would cherish it like it was his own child. He’d be up thinking about it for weeks, completely overwhelmed by the genuine love behind the gesture.

If his SO is not the creative type and isn’t prone to making things, they can still achieve this same affect by just getting him something he likes. Pop in to his agency with some cold Soba or his favorite candy? He’d be flustered to the point of needing to take his lunch break early just to calm down. To Shoto, the ultimate display of love is taking time out of one’s day to make him something or bring him something he enjoys.

Giving: As much as Shoto dislikes the giving of expensive gifts as a way of showing love, it’s really one of the only ways he knows how to express it. Gifts were they only way he was shown affection as a child, so gifts are the only language his brain really understands. He’ll get his SO anything they could possibly want, anything they even vaguely express the desire for they’ll have in a heartbeat.

His SO was talking about a cute outfit they saw the other day that was slightly out of their price range? Consider it theirs. Were they thinking about replacing their old laptop? He’d get them a new one shipped to their address in less than a week. Even if they just need their tires replaced Shoto wouldn’t hesitate to get it taken care of.

Naturally, this can be incredibly overwhelming and discomforting, especially if his SO isn’t wealthy to begin with. So when it becomes apparent that his SO is uncomfortable with this indulgence his backup way to show affection is to spend time with his SO. Shoto is an excellent listener, and there’s nothing he loves more than to listen to his SO tell him about their day.

Shoto is attached by the hip to his SO most days; when he’s not at work he’s with them, doing his best to fill their average days and menial tasks with fond memories together. He turns a regular night at home into a cluster of warm and loving moments by spending as much time with his SO as possible. He simply cannot fathom ever wanting to be apart from them.

💜Hitoshi Shinsou💜

Gives in Acts of Service / Receives in Words of Affirmation

Receiving: Hitoshi Shinsou has a lot of self-doubt, even after years of training and proving to himself and others that yes he can and will become a Pro-Hero, he still cannot overcome the lingering sense of uncertainty about himself and his abilities. Imposter syndrome who? Hitoshi’s never met her and yet she lingers on his shoulders and weighs him down even after all these years.

So when Hitoshi does finally open up and start dating someone, he’s not entirely sure how to handle being frequently told that he’s loved. Being complimented on his appearance sure, he thinks he’s cute enough and dresses well; but being told something like “You did great on your last mission! You really handled the situation so well” or “Your cooking is excellent, you always know exactly what I like!” will send him into a mini identity crisis.

He never really thought he did anything exceptionally well, and yet here is this person telling him he’s doing everything exceptionally well? It doesn’t make sense to him but that doesn’t mean he won’t eat the praise up and revel in every kind word.

Giving: Hitoshi has spent so much time focused on his Hero Career, (working twice as hard for half the recognition someone with a flashier quirk would get, yes I’m still bitter) that he’s spent very little time getting to know other people. Mr. “I’m not here to make friends” has suffered in Human Interaction department because of this, getting close to other people is not his strong suit.

So once he does get an SO he’s not entirely sure how to let them know he loves them? Sure he can tell them but actions speak louder than words right? So he takes to doing things for them whenever he gets the chance. If they work at the same agency he’ll handle some of their paperwork for them. If they live together he’ll be sure to keep up on the laundry and dishes, even if he’s the one doing them most of the time. He doesn’t mind taking responsibility for the chores, it’s how he shows his love.

Hitoshi might not have the best intuition when it comes to other people but one thing he does know is that everyone likes to have their work load lightened, even if it’s only a little bit. So any chance he’s got to do that for his SO he’ll take it in a heartbeat.

⚡Denki Kaminari⚡

Gives in All of them / Receives in All of them (lmao)

Receiving: There’s no one more familiar with rejection on this list than Denki Kaminari. Much like Mirio he’s a natural flirt, but unlike Mirio he lacks the overwhelming brightness and charm that lights up the room the second he walks in. Because of this Denki has become rather close with the concept of being curved.

Denki doesn’t let it get him down; he’s got a very easy going personality, so it’s not like he’ll never find someone! It’s only a matter of time before he comes across someone who likes him for him, right?

That was easy to believe back at UA, but he’s an adult now with a flourishing career as a Pro-Hero and yet still can’t seem to find someone. The last thing he wants is for this to make him bitter and reserved, but it becomes increasingly difficult to deny that it hurts. Is there something wrong with him? He can’t help but feel like he’s just unpalatable to the majority of the population.

So when Denki does manage to find an SO he’s over the moon about it. He’s so desperate for any type of affection that he’s open to any kind of love his SO can give him. Is their language gifts or words of affirmation? He’ll cherish every present and kind word they can give him. Is their language Quality Time or Acts of Service? They can expect him to never leave their side, or to shower them with praise and thanks, never letting them forget how much he appreciates them and all they do for him. Is their love language touch? They’ll have full access to his body 24/7, anytime, any day, just say the word. Denki just wants to be loved so badly.

Giving: Just as Denki is open to receiving any kind of love, he’s also open to providing any kind of love. If his SO wants gifts he’ll go bankrupt just to shower them in any material possession they want. If they want his time he’ll give it to them, his touch his hands will never leave them. If they want his praise he’ll be sure to never shut up about them and their accomplishments, if they like acts of service than call him Nicki Minaj because yes he’ll do the cooking, yes he’ll do the cleaning.

Anything his SO wants he’ll do it for them, he’d let them walk on his face as they come in the door if they wanted to. He can’t stand the idea of his SO leaving him, he’d die before letting go of the love he has with them. He’s convinced that if they leave him he’ll never find it again, at the end of the day he might just be right.

💎Eijirou Kirishima💎

Gives in Words of Affirmation / Receives in Words of Affirmation

Receiving: Eijirou Kirishima is not full of himself, not in the slightest, but that doesn’t stop him from getting butterflies every time someone compliments him (especially on his quirk or pro-hero work). He knows he’s not as flashy as others in his field, but he’s making due with what he has. If anything, he’d just like to have his hard work recognized every now and again.

Eijirou dislikes that his love language is words of affirmation, but he can’t deny the fuzzy feelings he gets when his SO praises him, or compliments him, or even just tells him they love him. Much like Denki, Eijirou just needs to be loved to feel fulfilled, and he’s not one to question the motives of the people he cares about. So just telling him how appreciated and loved he is will make him believe it. Just being the world to one person is enough for him.

Giving: Likewise, Kirishima will give back all his lover gives him tenfold. He knows there’s not enough kindness in the world so any chance he gets to tell his SO how wonderful they are and how much he appreciates them he’ll take it. Kirishima loves to see his lovers face light up when they receive a compliment from him, even if its something small like how nice they look that day. It’s like an addiction, he can’t get enough of the pure unadulterated joy.

🥢Tamaki Amajiki🥢

Gives in Words of Affirmation / Receives in Quality Time

Receiving: Tamaki Amajiki is an introvert, that much is readily apparent after meeting him for the first time. He wouldn’t call himself a loner per say, he just prefers solitude to spending time in big social groups. He’s got a very small social battery, it gets depleted very quickly and takes a while to re-charge.

So when Tamaki’s SO offers to spend some time with him and a day he had scheduled to be alone he’s every so slightly disgruntled about it. He loves his SO with all his being but he really does need the time alone.

Of course he can’t turn them down though, so he just makes peace with the fact that he’ll have to re-work his brain to get into the “human interaction” mode again for a while longer that day.

That is, until it becomes apparent that actually he loves to be alone with his SO. Anything he had planned for that day is made infinitely better with their presence. Anything from reading, to shopping, to just cleaning house, he’s not sure how they do it but the tasks just somehow become exponentially more palatable and enjoyable with his SO around.

Tamaki quickly starts to take little blocks out of his day just to spend with his SO, even if it’s just something small like getting a coffee together and chatting for twenty minutes outside the café. Life is just better with his SO around, easier with them around, and he every time he has to leave he’s counting the minutes till he can come back and see them again.

Giving: Tamaki has never been good with words, but that doesn’t stop him from needing to shower his SO in praise and love. He just can’t hold back whenever he sees them, he has to pay them a compliment on something, even if it’s just what scarf they chose to wear that day. He just needs them to know that he sees them, sees the effort they put in every day, and admires their dedication and work ethic.

Tamaki hates that his stutter gets in the way of this, but another thing he loves about his SO is that they never seem to mind. They don’t get irritated with him about it, nor do they tell him to just spit it out. It really helps his anxiety and nervousness and he can’t help but bring it up every time they meet as well. He knows he sounds like a broken record, but it kills him inside to think of his SO going even one day without knowing how wonderful and special they are to him.

☀Mirio Togata☀

Gives in Quality Time & Touch / Receives in Quality Time

Receiving: Much unlike his best friend Tamaki, Mirio is an extrovert through and through. He loves spending time with people and can’t get enough of being around them. He’s invigorated by company and is always open to making new friends.

That being said he also makes it a point to make time for the most important people in his life, and the best way to let him know that he’s cared for is to return the gesture. Nothing excites Mirio more than getting a text or a call from a loved one inviting him out to spend time with them. He’s so ecstatic that someone would not only be thinking of him, but actually want to take time out of their day to see him. Just wanting to be around him is the quickest way to his heart.

Giving: Mirio loves spending Quality Time with his SO, not a week goes by that he doesn’t plan a date with them. He pulls out all the stops as well, romantic picnics atop a hill, stargazing on the roof, catching a movie, or even just going to the beach for an afternoon. Mirio will never cheapen out on a date, he wants the time with his SO to be memorable so he’ll put his heart and soul into treating his SO right while out with them.

Mirio has also gained the reputation of a flirt, and for good reason. He’s incredibly charismatic and charming, the only thing smoother than his words and cheesy one-liners is his hands. He keeps them soft and moisturized so he can run them over his SO’s body with little to no resistance.

Mirio loves capital L LOVES touching his SO. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t have his hands on them if he can help it. He wants his SO to feel cared for, appreciated, and above all loved to the highest degree, and if that means he gets to grope them for hours on end to prove that then so be it. If his extended deep tissue massage ends up getting more physical than he had first intended it to be than no one will hear him complaining about it. It definitely wasn’t his plan in the first place...

🦅Keigo Takami🦅

Gives in Touch & Gifts / Receives in Touch

Receiving: Keigo’s had a hard life, which is to be expected of a man taken in by the Hero Commission at such a young age and essentially turned into a pawn. He’s not used to letting people get close to him, for both their safety as well as his own.

It’s highly unlikely that he’d end up with and SO, but Keigo’s never been good at telling himself no, so should he find someone he really wants to pursue he’ll do it, consequences be damned.

Keigo’s never had a normal romantic relationship with someone, but it doesn’t take long for him to find out that his favorite part of it is being physically intimate with his SO. He loves having their hands all over him, it sets his skin alight and electrifies him in a way he’s never felt before.

Touching doesn’t have to just be sexual either, he can spend just as long cuddling with them, wrapping them in his arms and dwarfing them as he covers them with his wings.

Speaking of his wings, he absolutely loves when his SO touches them. He leaves a feather or two with them every day, just so he can always be touching them in one way or another. He loves to be on patrol and feel them gently stroking it, running their fingertips over it or brushing it across their skin. He nearly plummeted out of the air the first time he felt them kiss it. Keigo would rather pluck each and every feather out of his back one by one than not be able to touch his SO again, he couldn’t even bear the thought of losing their physical affection.

Giving: Keigo isn’t one to take without giving back, so touch for touch Keigo will match his partners affections. He’s definitely into body worship and can spend hours on end just running his hands over their body, mapping every inch of them under his palms. His favorite pass-time is to sit and massage his partners back and shoulders while they tell him about their day. Any excuse to have his hands on his SO he’ll take it.

Keigo sometimes doesn’t feel like that’s good enough though, he feels like when he offers touch as a form of love he’s simply offering himself to his SO. That just won’t do for Keigo, that’s just not enough in his mind. To him it’s pompous to assume that he’d be enough for anyone at all, no matter how much is SO might tell him differently.

So to supplement this he’ll shower his SO in gifts, often of the more expensive variety. What’s the point of being a famous and wealthy pro hero if he can’t spoil the people he loves. He definitely has some bird like tendencies as well so his SO can expect to get a lot of random gifts with “It was shiny and I thought you’d like it” as they explanation behind it.

🔥Touya Todoroki🔥

Gives in Acts of Service & Touch / Receives in Acts of Service

Receiving: Listen, Touya is used to people only doing things for him out of hear or because they need something from him in return. He ran away from home and was presumed dead from a pretty young age, so he’s had alot of time to figure out that if he wants something done he’s either doing it himself or threatening someone to do it for him. People don’t do things for Touya because they like Touya, they do it because they fear Dabi.

So when he, against his very nature, decides to settle into a relationship with someone he’s not entirely sure how affection is displayed between partners. So he’s reasonably skeptical when his SO starts to just do random nice things for him, like cleaning up a mess he’d left for later or bringing him dinner when they knew he missed lunch and breakfast.

He just can’t fathom why his SO would do something like this on a whim, and just decides to bring up that if they needed him to do something for them, they didn’t have to butter him up like everyone else did. Needless to say he was surprised when they told him they just do these things for him because they love him.

Well he’s not entirely sure about that but he’s never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth now has he? Since they last person to genuinely give a shit about him was his mother Rei and brother Natsuo he’s not about to let someone who says they love him go. Especially not if they continue to do nice things for him.

Giving: Touya Todoroki would never deny being an absolute asshole, he just doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything most of the time. That being said, he’s not one to be in debt to anyone either. If his SO is performing acts of service for him then dammit he’s going to do the same.

He can’t help with things like house work (not that he would if he could) but he can definitely do things a little more underhanded than what his SO is comfortable with. Should his SO need something they can’t afford they can consider it theirs as long as they don’t ask where it came from. If they’re having trouble with someone at work, be it a manager or just a co-worker, they needn’t worry about it for long. Again, just don’t ask where that person might have gone off to...

Another thing about Touya is that he despises being touched, absolutely hates having anyone's hands on him for almost any reason. If you’re not fucking then don’t touch him without expecting fiery repercussions.

That being said, Touya also knows (or at least he assumes?) that most healthy couples enjoy touching one another, even when they’re not fucking. So he’ll suck it up for his SO and let them cuddle into him on a cold night, but he’ll make it a point to bitch about it the entire time.

🎮Tomura Shigaraki🎮

Gives in Quality Time and Acts of Service / Receives in Touch

Receiving: For very obvious reasons Tomura Shigaraki does not touch people, not unless he intends to harm them of course. His biggest fear is hurting someone he cares about simply because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Fortunately for him he rarely lets anyone get close enough for this to be a persistent problem for him, occupational hazard of being a villain you know; but should he manage to find himself an SO he’ll quickly be overwhelmed by the need to touch them in some way or another. Even if it’s just letting them sit in his lap for a minute, he desperately needs to be in contact with this person who (against their better judgement, in his own opinion) has seen past his flaws and enjoys being around him.

A loophole is quickly found though, he can’t touch his SO, but his SO can certainly touch him. He absolutely loves it when they do it as well, any sort of physical affection he eats up with a rabid fervor. It can be something as simple as brushing their knuckles across the back of his neck as they pass behind him that’ll make him go absolutely feral. Their touch is like a drug and Tomura is hooked.

Giving: While Tomura would love to express his affection with touch he’s really just not able to do so without getting sick with anxiety. So instead he makes sure to spend as much time around his SO as possible. Being a villain gives him quite a lot of down time, these evil plots don’t just appear out of thin air! So while he is planning his next move he goes out of his way to include his SO, or at least make sure he’s near them while doing so.

Having his SO around near constantly not only ensures that they’re safe but also helps to make the time he has to spend around the rest of the LOV more bearable. His SO really is the only person he can tolerate for an extended period of time.

That being said, should his SO need help with anything Tomura will gladly oblige. He’s not one to help with dishes or cleanup, but say his SO needs someone to disappear quickly? He’s got no issue getting his hands dirty and reducing said person to dust. Tomura would dust the entire world if it meant his SO would be happy.

#answered #love langauges #mha #bnha #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #hitoshi shinsou #denki kaminari #eijiro kirishima #tamaki amajiki #mirio togata #keigo takami #touya todoroki #dabi #tomura shigaraki #extra stuff #headcanon #ask prompt

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peachcitt · 3 years

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fanfic year in review - 2020

hey laddies i was tagged by both @miabrown007 and @strangerahne to do this, so without further ado here we go!

1) List of fics completed this year in the order they were finished:

Bone Tea (march) // All These Selfish Feelings (march) // Doomed from the Start (may) // Wouldn’t it be Nice (may) // my favorite set of stairs is the one up to your room (may) // screw the classics, and screw you for believing in them (june) // Friendship Bracelets (june) // Those Benevolent Stars (june) // the dark and the stained glass watchers (july) // Bloodsucker (july) // Messy Advances (july) // Happy Endings, the Sun, and Other Steps to Madness (july) // Guessing Game (august) // Passion Fruit Sunset [zine piece, currently unavailable] (september) // Home Coming [zine piece, currently unavailable] (november) // here (november) // bread and oranges (november) // clarity (november) // burgundy, near black (december) // About Emma Martin (december) // cherries (december) // falling, flying (december) // aloe-infused fuzzy socks (december)

23 fics??? okay well looking at it like this just makes me feel ridiculous

2) Number of words written:

219,184 words (which includes my unfinished fics on ao3 and the wips i haven’t posted)

again looking at it like this just makes me feel ridiculous

3) Your most popular fic:

friendship bracelets - the first in the series of my homoerotic college au zukka fics. honestly? i can’t even say im surprised

4) Your personal fav:

MAN this is hard. okay it’s gotta be a four-way tie between bone tea, those benevolent stars, home coming, and screw the classics and screw you for believing in them but really i could be lying because i wrote so much this year (i guess now last year?) that i was really really proud of

5) Your fav scene:

okay i have a lot of favorites but for right now i’ll say: the scene in chapter 3 of those benevolent stars when adrien and marinette are sitting on the banks of the seine and they talk about their favorite colors and adrien’s soulmate - it’s such a quiet and gentle moment, and because you know that their favorite colors are based off each other’s eyes but only marinette knows that and because you know adrien is talking about his soulmate to his soulmate and she knows it but he doesn’t. it’s full of such beautiful, tragic dramatic irony that i just love so so much

6) A fic or scene that challenged you:

hm okay the last few chapters of bone tea were definitely challenging not only because of, like, the big fight scenes (which, im not really comfortable writing fight scenes) but also because i had take all of the mess of emotions in bt and wrap it all up into a conclusion that needed to be satisfying. the same could be said about happy endings, the sun, and other steps to madness (minus the fight scene part)

writing impure - my changeling jim au fic - has also been a fun challenge because i basically watch trollhunters episodes as i write, examining each line of dialogue and each character interaction and seeing how that scene or relationship would be changed by the fact that jim is a changeling. it was also a little challenging to keep everything fresh and new - especially at the times when the dialogue from the show stayed the same in the fic, but so far, im really really happy with the way the fic is going

7) A line of writing you’re proud of:

off the top of my head are these two lines, both from screw the classics:

It was the ‘Daisy, Daisy, Daisy’s, over and over. Like her name conveyed some sort of deeper meaning that she expected Daisy to be able to understand. Like if she repeated it enough, it would become a sort of prayer that God would listen to, that He would enact to make Daisy put her fists away for once in her pitiful life. It was just “Daisy, Daisy, Daisy” over and over until her name stopped sounding like a name, like a word, and it was just a sound to fill the silence so that neither of them would have to talk about the way Basira’s touch lingered each time she wiped blood away or the way Daisy would always sit so that her knees touched Basira’s even though they were on the floor and there was more than enough room for them to breathe different air.

and

But sometimes Jon was easier than Basira. He didn’t have any of Basira’s softness - he was all edges and sharp lines. His elbows were basically knives, and his hips were edged with broken glass.

the first paragraph i really love because there’s almost a rhythm to it - like poetry - and i love the sound of it and all that it means in the context of the fic.

the second little bit i just love because every so often i think about it and i love the imagery and metaphor and the way it fits jon - in canon and in this fic. in this fic, they’re all in high school so jon is gangly and skinny and bony and in general, he’s just abrasive and a little rude. this description of him i just love (and the way i described him from martin’s pov in doomed from the start; “Jonathan Sims looked, even from a distance, as if he was perpetually smelling something awful. His features, just left of handsome, were marred by furrowed eyebrows and a distasteful frown.”)

8) A comment that touched you:

LITERALLY SO MANY????? the comments on the final chapter of bone tea, telling me that the story was something that they loved and found comfort in, the long comments on any of my fics detailing their exact favorite parts, the comments that were just short jokes that made me laugh out loud - literally i can’t pinpoint one. im just so thankful to have written things that people respond to with such kindness and love

9) Something that inspired your writing:

music!!!!!! i found myself making playlists for a few of my fics this year or listening to specific old playlists of mine for the right mood for a fic, and it’s really inspired me to write

also, as always, my own personal experiences. i thought and felt a lot this year, and i think in every single one of the fics i posted this year, you can probably find a central thought or feeling driving it that no doubt comes from my personal life

10) Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

finishing bone tea and tying the title to the fic!!!!!!!! finishing happy endings and also tying that title to the fic!!!!!! getting accepted into two different zines and working with two different amazing artists and completing those fics!!!!!!!! literally writing anything at all!!!!!!!!!

11) Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

i think mainly i just want to write, you know? i want to stop putting so much pressure on myself, because this past year i put so much pressure on myself that i was constantly feeling like i was underperforming (which was, like, super untrue, but you know how it goes) so when i wasn’t writing i felt like i was wasting time. i mean, don’t get me wrong, i had so much fun writing and creating all of these things that im so so proud of, it’s just the space in between writing sessions that i want to let myself breathe in. i don’t want to dread thinking about writing for fun anymore because that’s not fun

besides that, i think my other goals are to just continue forward with my unfinished projects - impure, the new wave, the bone tea extras - and to officially start the other two long fic ideas i have for mlb that ive been really excited about for a long while. this past year i wrote a lot of one shots (like. so many. oh my god) so maybe this year i might focus on long projects. who knows though definitely not me it’ll be a surprise for all of us

anyway that’s all!! thanks mia and strangerahne for tagging me!! ive been needing a lot of reminders lately that i have, in fact, written this year, and having to, like, do math and scroll through my ao3 page and all my google docs has been really enlightening so thanks so much for this

i tag: @lnc2, @chatnoirinette, @deinde-prandium, and @rosekasa! y’all don’t have to do this, but i’d love to see how y’all felt about your works this year and also to see y’all love yourselves very much because you deserve it. also literally anyone can do this you can just say i tagged you i don’t mind it’ll be our secret - i highly encourage it because it’s very sweet and very fun to look back on all you’ve accomplished this year

<3<3<3<3

#tag game #GOOD LORD.THIS TOOK ME LIKE TWO HOURS KJFBGLKDFJHLSDIHG:SD #i will admit. most of those two hours was spent trying to figure out my word count akjfghlk #also scrolling through my ao3 and linking all my fics that also took a while #BUT REALLY while i was adding up my word count i just kept on staring at the growing number like ????jfc???????#i know ive been posting about it a lot lately but the fact that i have had the audacity to keep on getting antsy over not writing???#literally im ridiculous. OVER 200k WORDS. LITERALLY SHUT UP THAT'S RIDICULOUS.#and the fact that i wrote so much of those words during a pandemic and going through perhaps one of the worst years of my life???#struggling with personal issues and mental issues and school issues and like. SO MANY ISSUES????? HOW #idk this was just so so validating. also terrifying. god #im scared of myself tbh. i have no idea how i did any of this. i feel like i just. blacked out and now im here and FUCK I JUST FUCKJFHLGJSR #IT JUST SUNK IN THAT IT'S 2021 NOW???????? H O W #like logically i knew 2020 would have to end at some point but like most days felt like fucking decades so ??#god. it's a whole new year now. that's fuckng wild bro #im feeling emotional. it doesn't help that im listening to my favorite band (armors) now and it's the song that always brings me to myknees #EMPTY AND WORN YOU CARRY ME HOME NOW YOU'RE LETTING GO OF ME BROKEN AND TORN YOU CARRY ME HOME NOW YOU'RE LETTING GO OF ME #tell me that doesn't send you into a State. you can't. fuck.#(the song is comatose by armors btw)#SPEAKING of armors when i was typing out the fics i had written this year i realized that two fics in a row were named after armors songs #all these selfish feelings (chlonette; lyric from portland by armors) and doomed from the start (jonmartin; lyric from name by armors)#im literally so lame. and that's fine #also i scrolled up just now to check and i realized that i have FOUR FICS IN A ROW NAMED AFTER SONGS???#man i really wasn't kidding when i said i was inspired by music huh sldjfhgsjfh #also in case you're wondering they're all these selfish feelings and doomed from the start and ALSO #wouldn't it be nice (jonmartin; lyrics from wouldn't it be nice by the beach boys)#and my favorite set of stairs is the one up to your room (adrinette; 11:11 by waterparks)#ANYWAY i should be done with this post now sorry for anyone who is still reading for having to deal with my rambling #and goodnight sweet dreams happy new year ily

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peterstanslizzie · 4 years

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Reacting To: Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts (Season 2 Episode 1)

Episode Title: Paw of the Jaguar

Spoiler Warning: Kindly proceed if you’ve already seen the episode or are able to tolerate spoilers.

1. Naturally, Season 2 picks up where things left off at the end of the first season; Kipo manages to avoid being captured by Scarlemagne by reining in (or still trying to) the Mega Flamingo that grabbed her. Wolf says that the flamingo is their best bet and so, she, Kipo, Dave, Benson and Mandu hop on it in the hopes of it leading them to Scarlemagne and Lio Oak, Kipo’s dad.

2. Back at Scarlemagne’s Court, we find the captured denizens/humans including Lio and Hoag, whom are all apparently separated from the kids of the burrow for some reason. Hoag is blaming Kipo for their kidnapping, which I have to be honest; He is right. She did unknowingly lead Scarlemagne to Site B. One of the mind-controlled mutes starts spraying the Puppet Pheromones on the humans, which includes Hoag. But Scarlemagne/Hugo doesn’t want Lio to get sprayed with the pheromones.

3. I have a prediction. I bet Lio and Scarlemagne used to be friends or co-workers and I’m pretty sure they had something to do with Kipo being part mute.

4. Before taking off, our heroes are spotted by Troy, Asher and Dahlia and they are wondering what’s up with Kipo’s arm to which she tells them she’s part mute. Troy wants to tag along to help out but Kipo says that it’s too dangerous and suggests that Wolf and Benson take them to the Timbercats while she and Dave go after Scarlemagne. Despite some push-back from Wolf, her plan is more or less agreed upon. I think not bringing Wolf along isn’t a very good idea since she’s the best fighter. Also, he has an entire army; What makes her think that only her and Dave could take them on?

5. As she makes her way over to Scarlemagne’s Court, she is making sure to leave some remnants of Dave’s exoskeleton to allow the others to know where they’re going. Suddenly, the mind-controlled Mega Monkey attacks them. Kipo tries to calm it down by singing the iconic song, ‘What We Have Is You’ again but it doesn’t seem to be working as well as before. Maybe she needs to play the guitar lol.

6. The Mega Monkey grabs Kipo and she tries singing to it one more time and thankfully, she manages to calm it down but for only a few seconds before the pheromone-infused collar it’s wearing starts to activate. Luckily, Kipo swiftly uses her huge cat arm to destroy it, freeing Mega Monkey from Scarlemagne’s control. Aww, I’m so glad because I can’t bear to see it being controlled any longer.

7. Kipo seems to understand what the Mega Monkey is saying because it tells her that it wants to come along with Kipo to stop Scarlemagne. Kipo does the right thing and convinces it to stay put because she doesn’t want it to get mind-controlled again. I agree with Dave; This moment was so cute and touching but I’m sure we will see Mega Monkey again. Plus, Kipo gave it her bracelet/wristband as a symbol of friendship. That’s so sweet.

8. Kipo tells Dave that the Mega Monkey is “special”. I’m now actually wondering if it’s somebody Kipo knows or has met before. Maybe it’s her mom, Song? But didn’t she die when Kipo was a baby or something? Hmm...

9. Meanwhile, I don’t really know what Wolf and Benson are trying to do with Troy, Asher and Dahlia. They want the three of them to learn how to wrangle Pierre in order to gain the respect of the Timbercats. They cover Asher and Dahlia’s faces with maple syrup to lure in Pierre, which catches its attention and it charges right at them. Troy tries to defend them but Benson pushes him out of the way and we get this moment:

10. STOP THE PRESS! Did y’all see this? They blushed! Not just one of them but both of them! OMG! This is lowkey confirmation that Troy is gay too. Well, we all suspected it but c’mon this blush pretty much confirms it. Plus, the little pessimist within me is fearful of one-sided crushes. But luckily, we didn’t get any of that; YASSS!

11. Anyways, back to the story hehe. Pierre starts licking Asher and Dahlia’s maple-syrup covered faces, which makes Benson and Wolf think that they’re doing a good job. Anyways, I love how Wolf doesn’t know how to fist-bump. I guess it’s because she was raised by wolves lol.

12. It’s already night time and Kipo and Dave have finally reached Scarlemagne’s Court but it’s strangely empty. We then quickly shift over to a shot of Scarlemagne and his army flying over (or is it to?) Ratland.

13. Oh, great. More lessons on how to impress the Timbercats in order to let Asher, Dahlia and Troy stay with them; Is this really necessary? Don’t they have better things to do during a time of crisis? This time, they want them to learn how to properly chop wood. They do a decent job with it but Dahlia (I think?) unexpectedly goes ham on the wood and according to Asher, it’s because it has been a long day for her.

14. Kipo eventually spots her dad inside a prison cell that is guarded by two of the primate mutes and she rushes in to attack. One of them sprays the pheromones on her but it doesn’t seem to do a thing. I wonder why? She then beats them and frees her dad.

15. More Troy and Benson moments! We basically see them talking some more and Benson comes up with an idea to have them give flapjacks to the Timbercats. He also says that he has the best recipe in the world to which Troy asks if it includes flour, milk and eggs and Benson replies yes. Don’t they know that those are the basics? LOL.

16. But please, go ahead and be your cute gay selves while you guys flirt and bond over flapjacks. And it’s pretty clear that Wolf, Asher and Dahlia can sense their chemistry.

17. We shift things over to Ratland and all of its patrons are freaking out whilst rushing to exit the theme park since Scarlemagne has arrived, without an entrance ticket for that matter. Scarlemagne reveals to Amy and Brad (two of Ratland’s personnel) that he plans to take over Las Vistas and rename it as Aurum. He envisions Aurum to be a city where mutes will reign supreme over humans. He then proceeds to order his army to dismantle Ratland, which upsets Amy and Brad. Aww, I feel so bad for them!

18. Benson, Wolf, Mandu as well as their new friends arrive at the Timbercats’ forest and they try to return Pierre back to Yumyan. Yumyan notices that Pierre is acting differently because he seems to be attached to Asher. Benson and Wolf try to convince Yumyan and the rest of the Timbercats to let them stay with them by telling them their story about losing their home and etc. And guess what? It’s working because Yumyan is in tears as he is overcome with emotion knowing how brave they’re being despite the hardships. Umm, okay??? And so, they manage to quickly win over all of them. Well, it’s mostly because they’re friends of Kipo but a win is still a win lol.

19. As Wolf and Benson are getting ready to go back to help out Kipo and Dave, Troy walks over to Benson to thank him. They then talk about what they plan to do once they hopefully reunite again; They’re basically setting up a date! And oh, before leaving, Troy gives him one of these:

20. Oh. My. God. A kiss, a gay kiss on the cheek! And it’s only the first episode? I’m screaming! I love these two; I ship these two! YASSS! I hope they meet up again soon because I need more Troyson moments. And Benson is obviously so happy about what just happened. Same here, Benson. Same here.

21. Now back to Kipo, Dave and Lio. Lio reveals to Kipo that he and Song had infused Kipo’s DNA with a mutagen in order for her to become a Mega Jaguar herself. And that is why Scarlemagne’s pheromones didn’t work on her because they only work on primates. What a revelation lol. I was kinda right; I knew that Lio had something to do with his daughter’s transformation. But why would he and Song want to experiment on their own daughter, even if it’s to save the world or whatever? That’s kind of....I don’t know, off?

22. Just as I was half-expecting for Kipo to get mad at her dad, she reacts in the complete opposite way and is excited about becoming a Mega Jaguar and wants it to happen now to get everyone to safety.

23. I have questions lol. If she becomes a Mega Jaguar, will it be permanent and she can she ever turn back to her normal human form? Or maybe switch between the two forms? Lio says that she needs to train with the Chevre Sisters (who we’ve never heard till now) in order to control her transformation or else she’ll never come back. What does that mean when he says “never come back”? Like is she supposed to learn how to switch between her human form and her Jaguar form?

24. They notice that the flamingo that flew them there is being taken away by the primate mutes and Kipo foolishly rushes to attack them to retrieve the Mega Flamingo. She is stopped by Lio but it’s too late because one of them manages to grab hold of Lio whilst trying to escape with the help of Dave who has now transformed into his flying hero mode. Kipo tries to fight back to rescue her father but there’s too many of them. Lio urges Dave to fly Kipo out to safety and the scene cuts off.

25. Back at Ratland, Amy and Brad are devastated at the destruction of Ratland by Scarlemagne and his army. He then grabs hold of two humans and sprays them with his pheromones. Here, we also find out more about Scarlemagne’s evil intentions, which is similar to how Planet of the Apes is and that is to overcome their oppression by humans for thousands of years and basically topple over them.

26. Please don’t kill the rats, please don’t. Scarlemagne wants to make an example out of Brad and Amy as he threatens to launch a bottle of explosive nectar at them. He advises them to run but unfortunately, the scene then cuts off. Oh how I hope they survived!

27. Back in the woods, Benson, Wolf and Mandu bump into Kipo and Dave. Kipo then tells them what happened and she totally regrets not thinking things through, which led to her unsuccessful rescue attempt of her dad. She feels like her instincts have betrayed her. Wolf and Benson try to console her by telling her all the good things she did in the past to which there’s a lot of them.

28. That immediately makes Kipo feel a lot better and we then get a nice group hug between all of them. But the love-fest ended quickly because they hear a loud rumbling in the background, which of course, as we know, it’s coming from Ratland. Again, I hope Amy and Brad are alright. Scarlemagne and his primate mute and human army are seeing flying away from the area, taking some of the wreckage from there.

29. We then see in the distance, a group of cloaked individuals looking at the result of the explosion. I wonder if they are mutes or humans? I can’t tell. One of them does appear to have a beak and two of them have really long ears. Although, their legs looks very human-like. Maybe they’re part-mutes like Kipo? But what we do know is that they’re against Scarlemagne, which is good news.

30. Thinking back, I suspect that they’re the Chevre Sisters, Lio was talking about to Kipo. And it would make perfect sense if they’re part-mutes too because they’re supposedly going help Kipo to learn how to control her transformation.

31. Well y’all. That is the end of my review of episode 1 of Season 2 of Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts. This episode absolutely exceeded my expectations; It was filled with so much excitement, action and of course, love. Stay tuned tomorrow for my review of episode 2. Thanks for reading! Till then, bye!

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nc7dr3am · 4 years

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LILY’s RELTIONSHIPS WITH THE DREAMIES

MARKLY:

so their ship name is just his full name LMAO

they love it

so yknow how dream clowns mark?

obviously she does too

but she’s more gentle and has a TON of respect for mark

“minhyung oppa is extremely hardworking ... he’s always working to be his absolute best and he is so kind and down to earth”

they’re actually a really soft duo

because like. mark is truly her big brother

he cares for her a lot and helped her so much during her debut

he helps her practice her dancing (even after he left dream)

because she trusts him a lot and he know the exact way to help her

but yeah she still clowns him

calls him old man all of the time

but she was full on SOBBING at their last concert with mark

like she had to move her mic because it was so bad

mark isn’t too big on the pda but when they’re together he always lets his baby sister give him so many hugs

when sm told them that mark was coming back and they were a fixed unit ... god she cried a lot then too

she was so happy

“lily is actually so sweet guys. like, she’s so genuine. she cares a lot for all of us and she’s also so intelligent? she’s always reading” - mark when asked about her on vlive

he’s trying to teach her guitar but the only instrument she formally knows is violin

her skill with the bass is self taught and she doesn’t know actual notes so she applies that to guitar and mark is trying to ACTUALLY teach her

mark also understands her well because they were both raised in the west

she expresses herself better in english and mark is always there to understand and listen

they’re just actual siblings and love each other so much

LILJUN:

firstly

lily makes renjun look a lot taller

she doesn’t ever make fun of his height and gets mad at the other dreamies when they do

she clowns his voice crack tho HAH

lowkey the savage duo

lily is more secretly savage though

renjun is the one allowed in her room the most

he works on his art and she reads or writes or practices violin

they have a lot of quiet moments

but they also get silly together

so lily doesn’t think about the universe deeply because she lowkey thinks it’s a waste of her time

like .. she’ll never know and she’s fine with that so why dwell on it

HOWEVER she really believes in aliens and she and renjun legit have sat for hours looking online ab alien shit

they’re also both so smart

and she’s always talking about how much she admires renjun’s brain

stans his vocal talent. like. she’s loud about it

fans love this duo a lot nd they have a lot of romantic shippers

even tho .. they have never liked each other that way LMAO

at the airport she links arms with him a lot and they look like they’re gossiping hhhhh

when the dreamies are being too much they just look at each other and fans love that shit

also they’re both arguably the scariest members

renjun because... duh y’all know him

but lily doesn’t get annoyed often. when she does... there’s hell to pay and she has a good punch

“renjun oppa is so good at korean! i’m actually korean and he speaks it better than i do!”

“that’s because i’m smarter than you”

“do you want to die?”

basically just a really close pair! they’re always there for each other 🥺

JENLY:

she openly says that jeno is the cutest member

“he’s the most adorable person ever! his eyesmile is too cute”

the way she laughed when jeno ripped his shirt off-

she clowned him for DAYS

every time she was wearing a jacket or cardigan she ripped it off and mocked him

also whenever she’s drinking something around him she recreates his milk cf

also!!! she thinks jeno is so funny

she loves him and his humor

she and jeno have a really really deep bond.

he saw her journal (refer to my post about her room) and he’ll take what he read to the grave

he checks in on her a lot because he knows when she’s hurting

when they were trainees she was struck by how kind he was to her

and they were stuck together ever since

lily hasn’t ever been mad at him ONCE

they’re arguably the softest duo

they have a lot of romantic shippers too but

again

it’s a no

she’s a big nomin shipper too like unironically she thinks there’s something there

she always hypes his vocals!! he doesn’t get to sing enough >:(

he’s also her biggest cheerleader and when she cries and gets upset about her dancing he always pulls her aside and consoles her 🥺

he helps her with writing songs too!

wholesome beautiful friendship

they go out to eat a lot

jeno also helps her paint her nails LMAO

and they ride bikes together a lot

can’t commit to working out with him though because it’s way too much for her to do all that

lily also bakes a lot. and jeno appreciates that. a LOT

they’re best friends. she even bought them stupid girly heart bracelets that connect together LMAO

JIHYUCK:

so much affection!!!!

she is such a hyuck stan

“haechannie is my bias!!”

always calls him fullsun (in english)

number one hyuck skin enthusiast!! she thinks he’s gorgeous and glows brighter than all of them

also she loves his singing and thinks his vocal tone is so unique

always laughs at his jokes and finds him hilarious

he doesn’t prank her as much as the others because he’s actually so sweet to her

he’s used to having a younger sister and thinks of lily as his little sister

they constantly text and facetime a lot since they live in different dorms

she’s lowkey whipped for him and he’s whipped for her

not in a romantic way tho!

another member who always eats her baking

they learn girl group dances together

now we all know damn well that hyuck is the sweetest boy and so full of love

but we also know he annoys the shit out of the members

jimin is NO exception

he pokes fun at her and mocks her all the time

so she slaps him in the back of the head LMAOO

when does she actually get mad tho? when he shows up at the dorms and enters her room without permission

cue her chasing him around the dorms with murder in her eyes

yknow the vine where it’s like

“let me see what you have?”

“a KNIFE”

“NO”

that’s the other guys making sure hyuck doesn’t get brutally murdered

because lily can pack a punch

all in all though, they’re a great duo and they’re always so proud of each other

JAEJIMIN:

okay jaemin babies the FUCK outta her

he always takes care of her and talks to her about her concerns and vice versa

he was so happy for her when she debuted and was sad he couldn’t be there for it

she visited him all the time when he was gone

and she was heartbroken that he wasn’t with dream

she is a BIG 8dream stan because they are a family

but yeah fans can’t even ship them romantically because they know lily is his lil baby

she helps him with his english

and he always compliments her singing and dancing

proud of her songwriting

so much affection

even tho she hates when he pinches her cheeks n calls her cute

when he came back during go she was overjoyed

“go is our special era! we were all reunited~~”

he always wanted a sister and now he has one <3

she drinks a lot of coffee but not as much as him and was so worried about his health

they’re the biggest flirts w czennies

you’ll always find them with their arms linked in the airport

and everywhere really

during empathy era she was always hugging jaemin’s side

they also do a lot of lives together!!

such cute bffs

she is a big nomin stan like i said

name twins and they always tell everyone that they’re actual siblings

jaemin’s mom is so fond of her and treats her like her own daughter

HE REALLY TRIES TO GIVE HER FASHION ADVICE AND GIVE INPUT ON HOW HER HAIR SHOULD LOOK FOR COMEBACKS

they’re really true siblings and best friends 🥺

LILLE:

THESE MFS ARE BEST FRIENDS

01’ liners and so similar in ages but he ALWAYS brings up that he’s older

they compete over a lot

literally everything is a competition

she’s at her most childish with him

they also make lots of bets and she usually wins

clowns him for those predebut pics LOL

SHE ALWAYS SEND THEM IN THE GC AND EVEN POSTS THEM ON BUBBLE N SHIT HAHA

they can be really soft but will never admit it even if they are caught on camera

they’re pretty calm if they’re cooking together

he is Banned™️ from her room and she won’t budge at all

“chenle isn’t allowed in my room because he will disturb my peace”

remember on that one ep of weekly idol where chenle was SCREAMING while they did aegyo

yeah it’s louder when lily does aegyo

u didn’t hear it from me but her aegyo is SO cute it’s not as cringey as the others

but chenle hates it because she’s cute and he wants to clown her but he CANT

really proud of each other. super proud of each other

chenle has sat with her as she’s cried a lot. and comforted her. and it always stays between them.

she’s always there for him too

a LOT of fans have suspected that there’s something there

his mom loves her so much!!!!!

when she and jisung went to his house they were BAFFLED and impressed

“something bothers me a lot. one day, chenle woke up and looked grown up. he used to have chubby cheeks and looked like a kid and now he looks like an adult and has such defined cheekbones. it’s so strange”

when they became adults they got SHITFACED DRUNK

they definitely don’t say it a lot and when they do it’s in private (even tho everyone knows)

but they really love each other 🥺

LILJI:

jisung and lily is

p o p u l a r

with fans

because fans put together the pieces that jisung had a crush on lily during debut

lily thought it was sweet because jisung was always so cute and young

she saw him as a little kid

they used to not have MANY interactions

she always laughs when jisung is bein funny

and is in AWE of his dancing

he always assures her when she gets upset about her dancing

lilchenji is an ICONIC friendship

they watch a lot of movies together

she’s been on chenjis this and that a few times

remember that live when nomin got all in each other’s faces while chenji just froze and looked at them and then looked at the camera and looked real shocked

she was there and the three of them were like 😶

so yeah when jisung started getting really tall lily was real confused

and then somehow

during go and we go up

jisung started looking different. like. more grown up

and he had more confidence and talked to her more

and lily was like 😳😳

but spoilers so i won’t go too deep into that

they’re really good friends these days tho

the fans LOVE THEM it’s such a popular ship

at the dream shows when they sing bye my first

the song that lily famously LOVES

yknow that one line jisung has where the music goes quiet and he goes

“na geuttaeneun cham eoryeosseo”

blessed line it was beautiful

anyway at the dream show jisung would hold the mic to lily and have her sing the line or they’d duet it

and their eye contact!!!! and lily’s SMILE IS SO BRIGHT

stars in their eyes

um anyway!! they’re great friends nd very shippable for. reasons!

author’s note! i’m also a ‘01 liner! so don’t think it’s weird if i’m writing a jisung romance LMAO or who knows if it’ll be jisung? 👀👀

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ultsoobins · 5 years

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and so we march on - CBG

requested:

if you're taking requests, can you do something with beomgyu? maybe he just realizes how much he loves the reader please? thank u ilysm !!

notes:

zombie apocalypse au! some angst, mostly fluff and friendship and love. there’s swearing. got kinda carried away writing it, it’s way longer than i originally meant! i hope y’all like it, i had fun writing it.

summary:

five boys, you, and a bus. also there’s dead people.

“shit,” beomgyu hisses from up above, and your hands still at his tone. you stop tinkering with the radio in your hands just long enough to look up. he rapidly retreats back into the broken-down school bus you’ve all been living in for the past few weeks, closing the emergency exit hatch fluidly as he does.

“what is it?” you ask in a voice barely above a whisper, trying your best to keep the tremor in your voice masked. taehyun echoes you, his words sounding even lower.

“there’s a couple stragglers out by the big tree. they’re a ways off, but there’s no telling if and when they’ll realize there’s breathers here.” beomgyu settles into the bus seat in front of you, wincing as he does so. he stretches his arms out, letting out a grateful groan at the small relief his muscles feel. it’s understandable - his four hour watch shift had extended itself into five, six hours as he’d decided to take over for you to let you keep fiddling with the radio.

“should we shoot ‘em?” yeonjun pipes up from the front, his card game with kai momentarily forgotten. while the elder is distracted, kai switches out some of his cards with the main deck. you disguise your giggle at this as a cough.

“we barely have any bullets left, and we currently only have one of our two guns with properly working silencers.” taehyun responds, wringing his hands. his voice may be stable, void of nervousness, but his actions never are - a byproduct, you suppose, of living during an apocalypse.

the space where your unofficial leader would typically interject is empty, and you realize that you’re all thinking the same thing.

“soobin will get back fine, right?” you question, tugging at the bracelet around your wrist anxiously. “he’s got a good eye, he’s a good shot, and he’s smart as hell.”

“plus, he’s coming in from a different direction than where the zombies are.” kai responds, moments before yeonjun flicks him in the forehead.

“i have peripheral vision, idiot. give me your cards, i’m reshuffling. also, zombie is such a vulgar term. try undead, or something.”

beomgyu mutters an agreement before letting his face get even more serious. you reach over the bus seat, holding your hand out for him to grab. once he does, you squeeze it in an attempt at comforting him.

“he’s also 6’2” and built like a kangaroo. if the zombies -” yeonjun shoots him a look. “the undead are going to spot anyone, it’ll be him.”

“don’t speak it into existence,” you sigh. “he’ll get the gas, and we’ll get the fuck out of here. you just see.”

this time, he squeezes your palm.

“in the meantime,” taehyun diverges. “how’s the radio coming?”

“i’m sure you all heard the static - which means it’s now picking up some signals, at least, but i also fixed the power source. rewired the whole thing to use solar energy.”

“guess those panel bits i found last week worked wonders, huh?” beomgyu grins, and you smile back. you draw your hand back from his, trying your best not to reel from the loss of his warmth. you look around the bus - your current home, you suppose - for a brief moment, taking in the lack of true light in it.

you all have flashlights, sure, and the occasional ray of sunshine will seep through the boards that the six of you fixed over the windows and the black paint you’d swiped over the door. the majority of your light intake comes from whenever the hatch is open and some one’s on watch, and that’s sporadic as it is.

it’s the days that light seeps in, by some miracle, under an entire row of windows that you’ve already come to love.

funny how the sun shines through the end of the world.

you blink, drawing yourself out of your thoughts.

“with a solar panel radio, though, i’m suddenly not a fan of the fact that we have everything boarded up and blacked out.” you point out, and yeonjun groans slightly at the truth in your words. “i think i only need to tweak it a bare amount more for it to catch any signals that are findable, but it isn’t going to work without semi-steady light source.”

“we can probably do something about it, i mean - “ beomgyu is interrupted by a graceless banging against the back door. kai, the only one with his feet in the aisle, gets up, ready to rush towards it.

taehyun quickly juts an arm out, effectively stopping the younger boy.

“we don’t know who it is,” he whispers harshly, and kai steps back. before any of you can open your mouth and ask your safety question, the banging resumes.

“open up!” soobin’s voice calls. none of you move. “fuck, fine,” he pauses. “bang opened his music academy in 2013, that’s where we all met!”

you rush over immediately, swinging the door open. soobin stumbles in, one arm wrapped around a canister of gasoline. the hand attached to the same arm is toting two others. he pulls the door shut with his free hand, making sure that it holds. as he does so, you pull the gun from his makeshift holster, setting it gently with the rest of the weapons stockpile you all have.

“didn’t even wait for me to ask,” the words fall out of your mouth to try and lighten the situation, and soobin lets out a dry chuckle. he shakes his head, taking a moment to gather his thought and his breaths. he’s very evidently been running from something. you move back, settling into the seat beomgyu happens to be in.

before you can apologize and sit back in your own space, he wraps his arms around you. seems like you could both use some comfort right now.

“two undead were out there - one was by the tree and the other was way far out by the tire. the second one was on my ass the moment i came in sight, so i had to put a bullet in its head. i don’t know if the other saw me or not - i booked it.” soobin’s story comes out in pants and is short and sweet and to the point. still, you find yourself tensing. beomgyu’s arms wrap tighter around your body.

“you got the gas though,” taehyun responds, trying to find optimism in the situation. “that’s something.”

kai nods, gesturing vaguely to the canisters before speaking, his words directed towards soobin. “i jump started the battery and all of the systems the moment you left - there’s a bare minimum of gas in the tank now, but it isn’t enough to even get out of this lot. once we pour it in, we should be home free.”

you knock on a wooden window board at his words, just in case.

“who’s going to do it, then?” yeonjun asks, nervousness laced in his words like a poison. it’s obvious that nobody wants to be the one, but it’s obvious that nobody wants any of the others to do it either.

you sigh.

“i will.”

“no-” beomgyu is quick to speak, but you’re quick to quiet him, too.

“i’ll be fine, beom,” you say, shooting him a smile you hope is bright enough to mask your growing fear. after all, the second zombie is still out there.

waiting.

“listen -” he tries again, but you disentangle yourself from his arms in favor of starting the walk out the back door. on your way out, you pick up one of the fuller canisters.

“i’ll be out and in in no time,” you say, and with that you’re out the door and into the day.

or, as it turns out to be, the night. when had the sun set? you aren’t sure. still, you make your way quickly to the fuel tank’s opening, ignoring the weight of the canister and the grimness of the night that envelopes you. it’s once you open the valve and put the mouth of the gas can to the mouth of the tank that you realize you’ve forgotten a weapon.

“shit,” you whisper under your breath.

it’s just as the can empties and you drop it that, suddenly, you feel the hairs on your neck stand up. you whirl around, and upon your eyes meeting another pair you can’t stop the scream that rips out of your throat.

it’s within five meters of you, and, no matter how slow the undead can be, you know that you almost have no time.

that, and your fear is paralyzing you.

its flesh is rotting, and the foul smell overtakes your senses before anything else. as it drags towards you in slow motion, chunks of skin and hair fall off of it, tainting the ground underneath it. one of its eyes has been gauged out, and it barely has any fingers left.

another scream escapes you as your fingers twitch in the air, searching for the weapon that isn’t at your hip. your panic has your senses so dampened that you don’t notice the sound of the emergency escape hatch clicking open, nor do you hear the back door clanging.

even the call of your name, distinctly from beomgyu, is lost on your deaf ears. the zombie drags closer. you close your eyes on instinct, the grotesque creature becoming too much for your senses.

suddenly, a shot rings out, just as a hand tightens around your arm. you jump, screaming once more as you open your eyes to see yeonjun’s fingers pressing into your bicep, and the undead being dead on the ground in front of you.

you glance up.

there, a revolver in his hands and relief in his eyes, leaning out over the emergency exit hatch, stands beomgyu. he lowers the gun only once you make eye contact with him, and doesn’t hesitate at all to hand the gun off to whoever is underneath him, climb out onto the roof, and slide down to meet you on the ground.

the moment he lands, yeonjun lets go of you, stepping back to watch you embrace your savior. as beomgyu wraps his arms around you, feels your tears stain the collar of his worn, torn-up old shirt, he realizes something.

he loves you, and he can’t live without you.

“don’t ever,” he starts, voice breaking at the thought of what could have happened. “don’t ever pull shit like that again, you hear me?” he presses his lips to the crown of your head, pulling you impossibly closer. you clutch at the back of his shirt like a lifeline, your sobs dying down after eons, soaking instead into beomgyu’s clothes.

you eventually step back, wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands.

“thank you,” you whisper, and beomgyu shakes his head, letting his hands rest on your hips still. his grip tightens suddenly, and he pulls you back into his arms.

“i love you,” he mumbles, lips right above your ears.

“i love you.” you whisper into his neck.

before either of you can lean in, your lips mere centimeters from his, a voice interrupts.

“can you guys finish this on the bus? soobin’s driving, so we’re dying today anyways. just a little later rather than sooner.”

soobin’s voice follows as you start giggling.

“kai, i swear -”

“what? I’m just telling the - put that board down!”

beomgyu smooths down your hair before moving away from you, opting to lace his fingers with yours instead as he pulls you back onto the bus. you lean into him unconsciously once you both settle into a seat.

“we lived another day,” you say, quietly enough so only he can hear. he grins.

“and we’ll live another tomorrow.”

bonus:

you turn the dial one last time, ignoring the bumps as taehyun drives. it’s been three days on the road, and you’re getting tired of all the false signals and dead ends you’ve been hitting.

before you can dismiss this try as well, however, a distinct noise echoes through the bus.

everyone stops.

“for anyone listening, we repeat, an army base is just outside of south bend off of the interstate near the old local clothing store. we have food, water, clothing, shelter healthcare, and protection. today is april 21st, 2019. for anyone listening, we repeat, an army base is -”

yeonjun is the first to let out a yell of pure happiness, and the rest of you follow soon after. you’re safe. you’ll be safe. all will be well.

in the heat of the moment your best friend - your boyfriend - pulls you close, kissing you with all of the emotion in his body. before you can pull away, he whispers against your lips.

“we’ll live for forever,” he says. you smile, eyes shining with happiness.

“and forever continues tomorrow.”

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Adrien’s Marinette Lucky Charm “Part 2”

Well, y’all asked for it and I had an idea so here you go :>

“Sorry, I’m gonna sit down for a bit.” Adrien said as he went into the locker rooms.

“Kagami!”

The short haired girl turned around to see Marinette running up to her with a worried look on her face. “Is everything alright?”

Kagami eyed the bracelet on Marinette’s wrist. The bracelet that Adrien had given to her. It was a simple piece of accessory and it was nothing like the rose Adrien gave her. The rose has meaning to it, a red rose, meaning that Adrien and her were meant to be, while the bracelet was just nothing but a gift. A friendship bracelet and nothing more.

At least... that’s what she wanted to think.

“No... Adrien um... he sort of got mad at me.” She said.

“What!? Why!?” Marinette asked in shock. She knew Adrien wasn’t one to get mad, especially at his own girlfriend.

“I ended up touching something of his. Something really special to him.” She said with furrowed brows.

Marinette looked at the girl sympathetically and let out a small smile as she placed her hands on her shoulder. “I’m sure if you talk to Adrien, you two will work it out.”

Kagami looked up at Marinette. Her smile was so sincere. Very similar to Ladybug’s. Kagami then remembered Adrien’s bracelet. How deep and threatening his voice became when she simply picked it up from the ground. How he stared at it in hopes it wasn’t broken.

“Kagami?”

She looked up and blinked at the pig tailed girl. “Y-yes?”

“I said you should go and talk to Adrien.” Marinette chuckled.

Kagami furrowed her brows at her. She told herself she’d never give up on Adrien even for the sake of a friendship. She loved the boy and she knew that they were meant to be together.

Or were they really?

“No.” She sighed, “I think... he’d prefer to talk with a friend than his girlfriend right now.”

“O-Oh, I’ll get Nino then so-“ Before she could walk away, Kagami had grabbed her arm causing the girl to jump in surprise.

“Marinette. You already know.” She said.

Yes. She did know. She knew Kagami had wanted her to talk to Adrien. But she wasn’t at all ready to. They were a lot closer than before but as friends. She had learned to accept the fact that Adrien was with someone else. She had learned to enjoy her life. Most importantly, she had learned to accept herself, her true self.

Now she felt like she had to wear the mask again. To hide who she really was around Adrien. Never being able to tell her real feelings in fear of the rejection and a broken friendship.

“Kagami, I.. I can’t.” She said.

“But you have to.”

***

Adrien sat in the locker room alone staring down at the lucky charm Marinette had given him. It was his first real gift from a friend and he treasured it very much.

Don’t ever touch this again.

Maybe a little too much.

He felt guilty for the way he had talked to Kagami. Maybe he was a little too harsh on her.

“Why the long face?” Plagg asked as he flew out of Adrien’s dufflebag to look at his owner.

“I’m confused.” He said.

“About what? Kagami?” The Kwami asked.

“Yeah. I mean, I like her but these past few days I’ve been so confused with Marinette.” He said.

“Why’s that?” He asked as he flew into Adrien’s duffel bag to retrieve a piece of camembert.

“When I look at Marinette, I get this feeling in my heart. Like... if I’m not with her then I’ll be heartbroken.” He said. “Plagg, do you think... I made the wrong decision with Kagami?”

Before Plagg could answer, they heard the door open causing the Kwami to fly back into Adrien’s duffel bag. Adrien looked up to see Marinette waving shyly at him.

He let out a small smile as he patted the space beside him gesturing her to sit down. She smiled as she sat down next to him. Unknown to them, Kagami was listening in on their conversation.

“I heard what happened with you and Kagami.” Marinette started.

“Oh...” He said as he looked down at the ground in shame. “I didn’t mean to get mad at her like that, I swear...”

“I know. Even I was surprised to hear you got mad.” She chuckled.

He smiled at her, “yeah, I’ll apologize to her.”

“Well, she’s waiting for you outside. But could you tell me why you got mad at her?” She asked.

He averted her eyes as he opened his hand to reveal the charm bracelet. Marinette raised a brow at it confused then looked back up at Adrien. “The charm bracelet I gave you? Why would you get mad at her for that?”

“It’s because you gave it to me.”

“I don’t understand...”

“Marinette, I-“

Before Adrien could say anything the door opened and Kagami walked in. Both Marinette and Adrien looked up at her surprised.

“Adrien, Mr. D’Argencourt is expecting another match from us.” She said.

Adrien furrowed his eyebrows at her and nodded. He then looked over at Marinette as he put the charm bracelet back in his pocket. “See you later.” He said as he got up and walked out the locker room with Kagami beside him.

Marinette frowned at them, watching as they make their way out the locker room. Tikki flew out of her purse to look at her owner worriedly. “Are you okay, Marinette?”

“Yeah, I... I’m fine.” She lied.

“Marinette...”

She choked out a sob, “I thought I could handle it, Tikki. Letting Adrien go... I really thought I could.”

Tikki went over to her owner and hugged her cheek trying her best to comfort her.

***

“Point! Tsurugi.” Mr. D’Argencourt called out. “What’s happened Adrien? You were doing excellent this morning.”

“Sorry, Mr. D’Argencourt. Just a little worn out.” He lied.

Mr. D’Argencourt nodded his head at him and told him to sit down for the rest of the lesson. Adrien thanked him and went to sit on one of the benches. He spotted Marinette sitting on the stairs alone scribbling in her sketchbook. He wanted to call out to her and continue their conversation but couldn’t. Maybe he’d see her after school and then talk.

“That’s surprising. Adrien Agreste being worn out when he was practically sitting in the locker room for most of the lesson.” He looked up to see Kagami crossing her arms at him.

“Sorry.” He apologized.

She sighed at him and took a seat next to him on the bench. “What’s wrong, Adrien? You’ve been acting weird ever since Marinette came into the locker room.”

He looked back up at the pig tailed girl scribbling away in her sketchbook.

“Do... Do you not like me anymore?” She asked.

Adrien flinched.

Kagami got her answer. She turned away from him to look up at Marinette. She furrowed her eyebrows at the girl. “I guess I lost then, didn’t I?”

“Kagami, I-“

“You’re confused, aren’t you? Whether you like Marinette or not.” She asked him.

“Well, I... I don’t know.”

That’s all for now whoopsssss decided I’ll just do a part 3 to this or 4 who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

EDIT: MY PART 1 WAS DELETED AND I JUST— DKCDJFNSKF IFF BRB WHILE I CRY AND TRY TO REWRITE PART 1

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