#█⇣ ˟ with QUEUE ━ until the end ★ of the line.

[hey-august]

A Line from Me to You - Chapter 3

Description: Buggy finds a peculiar book on his ship. Enticed by the words contained on each page, the pirate opens up. Anonymity leads to vulnerability. What else will come from this? (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, check out the story tag)

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: This chapter is SFW (again). The story will eventually be NSFW. Some profanity. Buggy x afab!reader.

A/N: The plot building got out of hand with this entire story - sorry to those waiting for this to get hotter! I started writing the first spicy section, which should happen in Chapter 5. Thanks for your patience and I hope you're still enjoying this story!

Tag list: @lostfirefly @rorywritesjunk @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

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Buggy wasn’t sure if you would actually be interested in reading another book with him. He had a story in mind - a coming-of-age, but to Buggy, it was a mystery. The book was about two boys who became friends one humid summer.

The memory of where it came from disappeared long ago and all that remained were the reasons why Buggy kept the book through the different stages of his life. He wanted to know how the story ended. How that story ended. But ignorance was easier than reading, and fear was stronger than curiosity.

Your agreement to read with him was freeing. He felt lighter, as though his body would disconnect at each junction and his limbs would float apart without any effort. But there was a tether that kept him together - a string that had him connected to you, through the pages of a book. The outward pressure was what he needed to finally see that story to the end, whatever it may be.

The second book, titled “Rocks on the River,” was good. Really good. Buggy was pleased to read a note in the second chapter full of excitement and praise for how well-written the story was. He even circled your comment and added a checkmark, as if it was any other passage in the book that he approved of.

The author captured the carefree levity and gracelessness of childhood. The fictional duo - Harrison and Writt - would sneak out at night to swim in the watering hole, share stolen beer, and talk about a world bigger than they knew. During the day, they navigated the challenges of growing up in a small town full of strict expectations, unnecessary interpersonal conflicts, and demands to leave adolescence behind. 

As the story unfolded, so did Buggy’s past. Memories unfurled slowly, aching as they stretched out the creases from being stored for so long. They woke up quietly, almost as though they were always awake and waiting to speak. The need to be shared pushed the once organized queue, jostling the order until the long forsaken memories were clamoring for control of the pen. A chance to escape arrived with one chapter detailing a frustrating fight between the boys. An argument began with two different versions of the same truth and ended with a scuffle where Writt broke Harrison’s nose.

“I had a friend like this growing up... He was a total shithead.”

That was all Buggy planned to share. It was more than enough.

One night, with river rocks at their backs and the stars overhead, Harrison asked Writt if they would be friends in another lifetime. The sandy haired boy tossed a rock towards the sky and caught the smooth stone with an outstretched hand. “No…I think we’d be brothers.”

Buggy had finished the chapter before going back to that section. The words stuck to him uncomfortably. They were irritating but nostalgic, like sand clinging to damp skin. As much as he tried to brush away the past, he couldn’t let it go. And maybe a small part of him didn’t want to let it go. The pirate told himself that it wasn’t hope or remorse, but a reminder about the pain of betrayal. The same reasoning applied when he saw the question you penned after reading that chapter.

“Were you and your friend close like these two?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

“He wasn’t who I thought he was.”

You could see the lingering hurt in how the words were nearly carved into the paper. Even in the dim light, shadows settled into the deep grooves. Running a finger over the indents, a sense of guilt washed over you. This was the first time you asked questions unrelated to the story, but maybe you had crossed a line. The secrecy of sharing books made you feel closer to a stranger who might not reciprocate the fondness. 

The answer also unlocked an adjacent fear - that you might also be a disappointment. Just as you hadn’t expected to move onto a second book, you also weren’t sure if you would ever have an opportunity to put a name and a face to the other reader. Storing the second thought away for another version of you that could withstand preemptive rejection, you thought about how to respond to the reader’s pain. With a few swipes of your pen, you left a short acknowledgement and appreciation that they shared this piece of themselves with you.

Unlike the first book, there weren’t as many moments that required in-depth commentary or questions to untangle intent because this was a cohesive and well-thought story. The space that remained was used to share anecdotes and moments where the highs and lows of friendship were captured too well. With each unprompted recollection, you realized there wasn’t a boundary that you cut apart with an invasive question. 

Comforted that the connection was still intact, you also exchanged moments from growing up that stung decades later. One brutish story pushed you around and threatened a headache if you held onto it any long. Aware that the memory would force you to stay awake and stare at the ceiling of your small cabin while you scrutinized every mistake your past-self committed, you decided it would be less damaging to let it go free. Before you could change your mind, you began penning your own personal history.

Childhood friends had lied to you about meeting up in a nearby park. You waited by the east entrance where a crowd began to gather. Your friends weren’t present and the collection of people turned out to be participants in a footrace. For over an hour you waited and when faced with having to admit you were stood-up, you chose a different path. You pretended to be a racer. Even though you were dressed for an afternoon out, you  huffed and puffed your way through the course and your strappy sandals carried you to the finish line.

“OBVIOUSLY they didn’t think you were there to race if you were wearing a goddamn sundress.” The loopy handwriting was loose and each curve struggled to stay on course due to the writer laughing with their whole body while transcribing the note.

“Yeah well where the hell were you that day? Logic and anxiety don’t always go hand in hand.” You added a frowny face, knowing it would only add to the humor of an otherwise humiliating moment.

Unfortunately, the joy captured in the pages of the book didn’t last. As the story came to an end, so did Harrison and Writt’s friendship. 

Buggy was the first to read the final chapter. He finished long after the sun rose. Normally, a long night of reading would leave him with dry eyes, but not this time. The bright beams stung his eyes, which were already sore from crying and ached from reading without glasses. When the tears began falling, they came fast and spilled onto the lenses. Frustrated with having to frequently wipe his eyes and the glasses separately, Buggy tossed them aside and hunched over the tormenting book. 

Years later, Writt thought back to a crisp morning, one only found at the edge of summer. One morning he spent waiting at the river for a friend who would never appear. For a friend who disappeared without a goodbye and without a trace. When school started that autumn, none of the teachers knew where Harrison was, just that his enrollment was pulled unexpectedly. After searching through the changing seasons, Writt eventually gave up on learning where Harrison and his family moved to. Sometimes, he felt the memories of the summer months slipping away. Whenever Writt felt lonely, he’d find himself laying in the shallow river water and tossing a stone to the sky. Coming back to the present, Writt was surprised to see a familiar face in another town. A face that was older, having grown a few wrinkles, and carrying the weight of life. Harrison nearly looked past Writt before recognition dawned on his face. A familiar smile grew, sitting crookedly under a nose that was broken long ago. Writt returned the smile. The boys - now men - were strangers. Time had passed, wearing them away, like rocks in a river. 

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You were just finishing breakfast when word came around that today was a “nothing” day. Every few months at sea, the captain would announce a day where nothing except necessary tasks were completed. If anything could be postponed or skipped, it was. The extra time became free for the crew to use as they desired. Most would use it to catch up on sleep, while others would take advantage of extra practice sessions, and others would corral their friends into playing games and drinking the day away.

You had one required duty for the day and would have almost an entire day free after restocking the infirmary. Before getting started, you stopped by the bench to see if you were lucky enough to have something to fill your day.

Struggling to carry the boxes and containers you stacked far too high, you kicked open the infirmary door and startled the sole occupant. The captain cussed loudly as he slammed a draw shut on his hand. The thick fabric of his glove and the slow moving, sticky drawer prevented any actual digit pinching, but adding to the superficial injury were a few boxes that slipped off your teetering pile and fell onto his feet. They weren’t heavy, but still unwelcome.

“Sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in here!” you cried out while shuffling through the obstacles on the floor until you reached the table and could release the rest of the inventory.

“It’s a pirate ship, of course people are going to be in the infirmary,” Buggy grumbled. A floating hand dropped off the boxes of bandages and gauze that fell to the floor before returning to its search of the drawers. “You got anything for headaches in that mess?”

“Mmm, I should. Give me a second, Captain.”

Buggy watched as you rummaged through the mess. After a moment, you sighed and started searching by organizing the different supplies. Tossing similar items into piles, you uncovered the book you used as a base for carrying the ungainly amount of items. A book that Buggy had slipped under a bench less than an hour ago. Barely using his throbbing brain, he turned towards the door. Before he could make a hasty exit, a hold on his coat sleeve stopped him.

“Wait, I found ‘em. You should take some extras, in case the first dose doesn’t take care of it all.” You pressed two packets into his hand. Looking up, you were greeted by a wash of red. Aside from his usual nose, the captain’s eyes were deeply bloodshot. The crimson color eclipsed the usual cool tones of his eyes and were a stark contrast against skin that was paler than usual. His mouth was tight and his Adam's apple bobbed with a nervous swallow. 

“Is it just a headache, Captain? You don’t look good��” You reached up to see if he had a fever burning under the facepaint, but a hand on your wrist stopped your movement.

“I’m fine. It’s just a headache,” Buggy said with a clipped voice that indicated the end of that topic. “Looks like you have something to spend your ‘nothing’ day on.” He tilted his head towards the table with the book. “No need to worry about me, just take care of whatever you’re doing.” He turned and left, pursued by the guilt of knowledge. Guilt from taking away your anonymity and leaving you to deal with the sad ending alone.

But you weren’t alone. The still damp spots from tears that were poured into the book were company enough.

[8turning]

HII can u do a 8turn headcannon abt how they r like crushing on the reader and what they do to show the reader their love for them ?

thank you for this request!! apologies that it took me so long 💔

☆⠀⠀8TURN — when they're pining for you !

hyung line + jangshinz (separately) x gn ! reader ★ fluff. mutual pining. ★ headcannon

warnings: swearing. physical affection. let me know if i missed anything!

n. i have a similar headcannon here about how they'd show their love; this fic will focus more on how they pine for reader since a lot of my thoughts are already shared on that post!! ♡ also this derailed a bit,,, there's implied confessions HELP sorry 🤒

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〈 REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED ! 〉

⁰⁰¹ : JAEYUN.

wouldn't realize he liked you until someone pointed it out to him 1/2 🤕

^ he would regret thinking deeper about what yoonsung had told him: "are you sure you don't feel anything for them?" . . . queue a montage of every single memory he has with you where his stomach did a "weird flip" that he never chose to acknowledge.

basically. jaeyun was fucked LOL

BUT despite his revelation, he managed to keep himself composed pretty well. he was never overly affectionate with the members so him suddenly getting lost in his thoughts a lot wasn't exactly foreign.

what was foreign, though, was his very apparent distance.

to be fair, he wasn't fully aware he was doing it. it was more so "when i'm around them i get this Feeling. i cant handle that Feeling right now," then he kinda just. goes somewhere else for the time being.

you'd realize it, overthink it all, and text him on a whim that you needed to talk to him.

he'd get so nervous and only then would he really think about his behavior and . . . yeah you deserved an explanation, even if it resulted in rejection for him :(

he wouldn't speak first. he'd want you to feel welcomed to let out any emotion you were feeling; you were the one who wanted to talk, it wouldn't be right of him to take over.

he'd know that no matter his reason, him suddenly avoiding you and saying "i didn't realize" wasn't going to cut it, so swallowing whatever anxiety he had, he confessed then and there. it wasn't too in depth, of course, but it didn't feel right for him to hide it any longer - especially after everything.

but, the silence that followed his confession made all the anxiety bubble up again, only for you to speak about your reciprocated feelings.

in an unknown way, him pulling back from you is what brought you two together in the end; strange how that works.

⁰⁰² : MYUNGHO.

he's not shy in the slightest LMFAOO 💀 it'd be more shocking if you didn't know he liked you.

it doesn't even matter if you two were hanging out with other people either, he'd make a point to sit by you during a movie. even if it wasn't a horror movie, he'd still tell you that if you're scared, you can cling to him (as if he is any better with scary movies . . . his arm ends up around your shoulder anyways).

he's not usually one for talking during a movie, but he cant help but crack jokes here and there, using that as an excuse to lean in closer to you and watch as you try to hold your laughter in, his eyes watching you adoringly.

myungho would pull you into your own little world when you're with one another,,, he'd literally be so obvious about his feelings for you i'm crying.

openly flirting and complimenting you non-stop,,, holding eye contact if you ever caught him looking at you,,,

myungho would literally tell you how much he liked you straight up 🤭 "i like you a lot, y'know that?" "i'm so glad i met you." "you'll let me stay with you, right?"

the only time EVER he'd get shy if it was you who initiated something. he'd actually lose his mind.

it'd be such a stark contrast to the myungho you knew previously that you couldn't help but laugh a bit whenever you caught him like that.

holding his hand out of nowhere or leaning your head on his shoulder is a surefire way to make heat rise along his neck and make him go speechless.

he's so open about it and talks about you so much. his members are SICK OF HIM!!!! /j

minho probably threatened that if he doesn't make a move soon that he'll ask you out himself . . . you'd get a message from myungho the next morning ♡

⁰⁰³ : MINHO.

bye he's so so playful and he'd be able to cover up how he truly felt pretty well, which was both a positive and a negative for him.

positive: he'd be able to hug you nonchalantly or tap his cheek asking for a kiss and you'd think nothing of it.

negative: you'd think nothing of it.

since minho often acts this way with his friends as well, he slowly becomes self-conscious of his actions, worrying that that's all you saw him as - a friend.

he'd probably slowly try to either a: be more forward with you, or b: reserve certain actions for you only.

minho would stop blowing kisses to myungho and asking seungheon to kiss his cheek. he might even go as far as to not be as physically affectionate with his members anymore.

slowly letting you come to the conclusion yourself that the way he treats you is different from his members.

if you weren't the type to fight against him when he acted this way, if you suddenly started reciprocating the same actions towards him, his head would start spinning.

if it was a normal occurrence for you to return his energy, he'd start to wonder if you treated your friends like this as well.

but . . . he never saw you cling onto jaeyun's arms like you do with him . . . and you don't look at haemin the same way you look at him . . . hm . . .

minho crushing on you would be hard to detect until he made more of an effort to let his guard down about it.

you'd pick up on his behavior change pretty quickly which only opened the conversation of "why are you suddenly treating me like i'm special?"

(hint: its because you are special to him).

⁰⁰⁴ : YOONSUNG.

he is taking this to his GRAVE!!! he'd try to be so so so secretive and discreet.

yoonsung falls hard and doesn't want to overwhelm you with how he feels and everything :( wants to try and soak in the feeling of crushing on you but every time he sees you he just gets so overjoyed and just wants to confess right then and there.

which is why he feels he needs to take this to his grave 😭 he's not sure if he will ever be able to fully "calm down" around you enough to properly confess to you the way you deserve to be confessed (he thinks you deserve the world).

tries to act as Normal as he can around you, but most of the time i think he'd fall kind of silent.

whether you're with a group of friends or just talking one-on-one, he'd get so wrapped up in his thoughts and become uncharacteristically quiet.

it was a constant internal battle for yoonsung. he wanted to be near you but also knew he likely couldn't hide how he felt for much longer.

unlike minho, yoonsung wasn't going to hug you or hold your hand out of no where. he did this with his friends, sure, but he didn't see you as just a friend, which made physical affection towards you that much harder.

the lines would get blurred in his brain and he feared if you reciprocated, even if it was platonic, he'd make an assumption that could end up hurting him.

of course, yoonsung was unaware of your feelings towards him as well, and seeing him seemingly pulling away from you, you subconsciously do the same :(

he doesn't realize just how different he was acting towards you until that moment, and as if his heart took control over his brain, he'd spill all of his feelings for you, doing his best to explain away his behavior.

and it worked - who could stay mad at him for too long?

⁰⁰⁵ : HAEMIN.

wouldn't realize he liked you until someone pointed it out to him 2/2 ���

everything would be going perfectly fine for haemin,,, until minho jokingly commented about how much he liked you. then that became all he thought about.

begin haemin's internal debate of if he liked you romantically or not! and if it was true (it was), how long? upon actually giving it a lot of thought . . . he's liked you for a while without really processing his feelings effectively.

and now,,, he cannot properly face you!! at least, not in the beginning.

everything hits him so fast and he's forced to process his emotions at a rapid pace now. he does a decent job at hiding his inner turmoil about the topic, but he eventually confides in kyungmin about it (though it wasn't on purpose),, kyungmin just caught him while he was dazed!! totally not like he went to kyungmin stressing about possibly ruining your friendship hahaha . . .

once he was able to fully "recover" and process everything, he's a goner. heart eyes are permanent.

just so absolutely infatuated with everything you do and say. comes around more often and always manages to take the spot next to you if you're with a group of people.

always always always joking around with you because he loves the sound of your laugher and how happy you seem when you smile, especially when you smile because of him.

in a twisted ending, haemin is grateful that minho made him fall into a crisis. if he hadn't, he wouldn't have been able to have these moments with you.

once you end up together, minho rightfully takes full credits for the relationship starting, kyungmin taking credit for helping haemin get over his fear of ruining everything between you two.

so - albeit his disagreement - haemin accepts that they should get some credit for their help.

but how it all came to be doesn't matter much, as long as in the end, he ended up with you.

⁰⁰⁶ : KYUNGMIN.

i'm not usually fond of the trope of someone who brings up the person they like every time they can but,,,, kyungmin does exactly that. his members get so tired of him for it too HELP (he's gotten into the practice of just,, thinking of you instead of verbally bringing you up so often).

his members' anger (/j) doesn't stop him though!! every chance he gets he talks about you,, the only time that stops is when you're around 🧍‍♂️

you BET the members are gonna poke fun at him for that too LMFAO

when you're around, he'd be much more into listening rather than speaking himself.

"platonic" kisses on the backs of your hands. "platonic" hand holding. (nothing about it is platonic).

kyungmin would love love love to rest his head on your shoulder!! whether he's standing behind you while talking with a group of friends or sitting next to each other watching a movie, he just likes the feeling (bonus points if his arm is looped under yours to play with your fingers).

he'd be in his own head a lot,,, daydreaming and such,,, even though you're right next to him 🧍‍♂️

if you were to nudge him while he was like this, he'd look at you with the most love-filled gaze.

he didn't have to say anything to you, just from the way he looked at you and the light blush forming on his cheeks, you knew. the way your stomach filled with butterflies as you held his gaze was also a great indicator that his look meant something more.

it was then when he saw how your gaze changed too - it changed to one that matched his own. with a deep breath, he'd squeeze your hand before a smile spread across his face.

© 8turning 2023.

[whimsyskittles]

he likes the girl in the band hobie x f!reader PART 1!

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my first fic everyone..sorry if it disappoints lmao

TW: i literally cannot do hobies accent for the life of me I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE

also i started losing sanity throughout writing this because it was like 3 when i started and 5 when i finished!!1! (if i dont finish an 'assignment' all together without breaks i end up procrastinating until it never gets finished) teehee anyways here you go!!

word count: 1542

it was the night of your concert, you and your bandmates were practicing on stage before the doors to the arena open. you were the bass guitarist and were very skillful. skillful enough to the point where people have cried at some of your performances.

a few minutes later, people started filling the arena. everywhere you looked you seen thousands of heads. close to where you were standing, in the very front section, you seen an absolute gorgeous tree-like figure standing there, cheering with the rest of the crowd. your cheeks turned a rosy pink color, before you snapped back to reality (eminem reference??!!?) just in time to prepare yourself to get in position.

after everyone had gotten in, the keyboard started playing, which led the singer to start vocalizing. this meant it was almost your turn. you had to start playing your bass in front of thousands of people. the intensity and anticipation rose as it was almost your queue to start moving your fingers along the guitar in your arms and really get the concert going.

after a few seconds, you started jamming to the music and plucking your guitar. everyone was screaming and cheering to the point where you could hardly hear your increasingly fast heart beat. you continued to play as you eyed the guy you had noticed before the area filled up to its maximum capacity. you were making eye contact with each other and you grinned as he watched you, he looked quite mesmerized as he sung along with the rest of the fans.

after a few seconds of maintaining eye contact with the boy (and an internal confidence booster), you winked at him as you got a little more funky with your guitar playing, showing off a few free spirited moves before the end of the song. even thought you couldn't tell, he was definitely blushing. "did the guitarist just wink at me?" he thought, as he paused his singing before starting again. "nah, there's too many people for y/n to even notice my appearance." (ironic considering the situation) he settled with this and cleared his mind before turning his attention back to the concert.

[timeskip: after the concert] IM SORRY IF THIS IS A LITTLE WEIRD JUST A REMINDER THAT ITS MY FIRST ONE BARE WITH ME

your band walked off stage into the back rooms (BACKROOMS REFERENCE???!!!!) and grabbed a few waters before you walked into the main lobby near the entrance to meet a few of your fans. (i'm sorry i dont really know how that works lmao) you and your bandmates moseyed on down to the main lobby where a couple of tables were set up. the trio stood by a table as the crowd flooded in and formed a line amongst (amongus reference??? i apologize it's 3 in the morning) the rest of the people who had decided to leave instead of waiting in the now huge line. with each fan, each member signed their name and if wanted, took a photograph with them. as it got down to the last person in line, you blushed a little and zoned out into the eyes of the beauty standing in front of you (the much noticed beauty of course). you felt yourself get nudged in the rib cage

"give the man his autograph, y/n, what're you doing?" the voice was coming from literally right next to you. it was your bandmate, ryan.

"oh, uh, yeah, sorry about that, got zoned out there." you tried to cover up what had just happened by signing your name on the newly purchased poster and handing it down to the other members.

"no worries, love." the boy said, directed towards you, "my names 'obie, 'obie brown. im a 'uge fan of your band, been listenin' for years now. it's my favorite for sure." he grinned and looked directly into your eyes, much like how you guys had locked eyes before during the concert.

the lead singer handed the poster back to hobie. "okay hobie, here ya go, it's your lucky day, you get all three signatures of the members from your favorite band." said ryan, the one who had nudged you before. "sorry about y/n, don't know what's going on with her today." he nudged you again, you were still looking at hobie, admiring the outfit he was wearing.

you finally zoned back in and your bandmates, including hobie were staring at you.

"you okay there, love?" hobie inquired, raising an eyebrow

"yeah, yeah sorry about that..again..uh...you know what, i've gotta go get another water, wait here and we'll get a picture with you."

he nodded and smiled as he watched you walk away to go grab another water bottle

as you walked backstage to get another bottle, you sat down for a moment. you thought to yourself "oh my god what am i doing?? am i so obvious that the man himself was taking notice of my behavior?? you put a hand on your forehead and took a deep breath out. you composed yourself and finally walked back with your water.

"woo, she's finally back, here she comes!" shouted one of your bandmates

hobie looked at you, focusing on your lips as he grinned while you were walking back to the area where you were originally standing. "you're ready to take the picture now, yeah?" he raised an eyebrow at you and held his phone up to take a selfie with the members.

"yeah, of course, go ahead and shoot." you said, grinning back and posing for the camera.

[SORRY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO PUT TIMESKIP TIME!! timeskip: one day later at a park]

you and a few of your closest friends, including ryan, a member from your band, decided to have a fun little picnic at a nearby park. you were laughing and joking around with the group when you seen him. hobie was also with a friend, you seen him in the corner of your eye.

"hey, guys, i'll be back in a few minutes, i'm gonna go over here and chat a little, kay?" you looked at the group and nodded your head towards hobie.

"yeah, go talk to your boyfriend, y/n" ryan teased

"oh, stop. he's not my boyfriend, he just stuck out a little from the rest of our fans, i wanna go talk with him for a bit, and don't say another word about it" you threatened joked, as you walked away from your friends and started making your way towards hobie.

as you got close enough to where he could hear you, you shouted and waved, "hey, hobie! it's me, y/n!"

he turned around and had a surprised look on his face "y/n? a member from a famous band came to see me? i'm not complainin'. what brings you over 'ere?" he looked at you and waited for a response (like he doesn't know the entire population is attracted to him in some way)

"just wanted to stop by, you stood out to me yesterday and i think we have a good chance at becoming friends!" you looked at him and smiled, not having any intention of creeping him out in some kind of weird stalker way, even though the entire situation was a little odd.

he blushed a little as you were always his crush favorite in the band. "alright, let's get to know each other a bit more then, yeah?" he started asking a few questions and a bit later he had asked one that really made you stop and overthink for a minute, "so, y/n, are you single at the moment?" he was looking right at you. was he crushing? was he genuinely just wanting to 'know more about you'? or was he just messing around?

after a minute, you responded, "uh, no, i'm currently single. i've been trying to find the right person before i start dating anyone." you so badly wanted to tell him that you genuinely had at least a little bit of feelings for him. but what if he didn't accept and made a fool out of you? what if you don't like him as much as you think you do? you had zoned out for a minute as you were questioning everything before he tapped on your shoulder.

hobies pov at that time:

he was extremely flushed when you came over, but he was doing a great job at hiding it. way to go, hobie, you didn't stutter this time! (lmao just you wait)

he had just asked you what had seemed like a normal question, although you and him were both sorta overthinking it a bit. was he too direct? was it an odd thing to ask all of a sudden? had it made you uncomfortable? these are the questions he was currently asking himself.

you had finally responded to him to which he said, "ah.." you didn't catch that, though.

he looked at the grass for a moment before noticing that you were zoned out as well. he scooted closer to you and tapped on your shoulder. it felt like it was just the two of you, looking into each others eyes.

(love how everyone else including the friend hobie was with is just being ignored 😍)

back to your pov:

you looked up and met your eyes with hobies, you two looked at each other for a good while before..

before he had leaned in to..to kiss you?!?

before anything could happen you quickly stood up, swerving hobie. "uh..sorry..i've uh...i've got to go.." you stood there for a minute, feeling bad about your actions.

hobie looked away, you couldn't tell if he was disappointed or understanding of what had just happened

you stood there for awhile longer, allowing the awkwardness to settle in. you were about to apologize, but quickly shut your mouth and decided it would just be best if you had left, so you walked-almost speedrunning-away from hobie and his friend. you walked past your own friends, and walked back to your apartment, which was only a couple of blocks away from the park.

you unlocked your door and sat on your sofa. thinking of everything that happened. wondering if you did the wrong thing. questioning your actions. did i really just do that? we don't even know each other that well...but i do like him...but what if he hates me now? does he? what am i saying..we just met! but he's so...amazing..he probably hates me. what is wrong with me??

a couple of hours had went by and you were in a constant loop of laughing at the tv show that was currently playing and stressing about what had happened at the park

suddenly, you hear a knock at your door.

CLIFFHANGER!!! (i bet nobody could guess who's at the door 🤭)

ANYWAYS, ILL START WORKING ON PART TWO TOMORROW BECAUSE IF I DONT SLEEP NOW, I WILL QUITE LITERALLY COMBUST!!1

goodbye and thanks for reading!

-whimsy ☆

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closed starter for GINA ( @cherryflcvoured​ ) location: aaaaaaah coffee shop??? coffee shop.

   ★. ── a lot of people had fallen in and out of kal’s life over the years. mostly, they had been silent loses ; just friends that, after a few too many missed phone calls or awkwardly cancelled plans had just stopped trying. but every couple of years there was someone who had come along who had made enough of an impact that their eventual departure would feel like a hole in his life he hadn’t expected to feel. he didn’t mean to push them away. it wasn’t on purpose. but his life had become so routine, and he had become so focused on saving other people, that all too often those that were standing right in front of him were forced to the wayside. when there were people’s lives at stake, and when he saw himself as the first person in between saving someone or letting their families feel the same pain that he had witnessed his go through, everything else seemed inconsequential. the problem, though, was that to others it wasn’t inconsequential. it was important.

    he probably should’ve seen the end coming far before it did, but with gina, it had felt like more of a punch to the gut than kal cared to admit. the statement ‘ you never know what you have until you’ve lost it ‘ had never rung clearer. but gina had been trying, hadn’t she ? for weeks leading up to it, she had been quietly pleading with him for more time, and kal had been too blinded by his own thoughts and fears to see it. and by the time he realized ── it was too late. things had been over. ( had she wanted him to chase after her ? ask her not to go ? he was so afraid of hurting her more that he had never tried. ) 

    he thought he saw her all the time, bits and pieces in different people. someone in line at the grocery store, or standing waiting for the subway. but for the most part, the line between them had been completely dead. until, of course, the one day kal wasn’t paying attention. too lost in his own thoughts, and half-dead from an extra shift, it wasn’t until they were standing right beside each other in the queue that kal even processed the brightly coloured clothes and big brown eyes he associated with her. “ gina ? “ kal spoke before he could process that he was doing so, though his eyes widened when he realized he’d said it out loud. he fumbled with his words for a moment, the only thing following her name being a few awkwardly sounded out syllables, before he forced a weak smile and raised his hand up in a tiny wave. “ um ── hi. “

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❝ kids today with techno music. you should enjoy the classics, like hasselhoff. ❞

〈   OVERWATCH STARTERS.   〉

❛    ‘ classics ‘ …   ❜     steve echoes, his voice lacking no amount of dubiousness at deadpool’s words. in fact — he makes no effort to hide how he’s eyeing the man with incredulity at his statement.      ❛    right.   ❜       he finishes. a pause, and then —–        ❛   i thought hasselhoff was the ACTOR.  ❜    

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★⋮（ oflehnsherr.  iinfinitcly.  ）

“ what makes you so sure about this? “

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❝ woo, nothing’s gonna stop me. ❞

〈   OVERWATCH STARTERS.   〉

❛    maybe you should try to take things a little EASY ...   ❜     he suggests, though steve has a feeling (knows, really) it will do nothing to damper her, not in face of her iron willed determination. despite steve’s words, though, they carry something softer in them. a bit of respect, really. he’s always known dazzler to be tenacious and stead-fast. it seems the years since he’s last seen her has done nothing to dampen her spirit. it’s refreshing, in its own little way, to see.        ❛    though i think you established that fact early on.   ❜       he jokes, and offers her a small – but genuine – smile.

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❝ wait for me! ❞

〈   OVERWATCH STARTERS.   〉

❛    keep up, son.   ❜       steve’s steps pause a little despite his words ; and he turns around as the flash speaks up. he honestly hadn’t been expecting anyone to JOIN HIM on this part of the mission ; though company is always nice. it doesn’t hurt when company’s got talent and heart, either. still. steve smirks before saying the next words, joking and friendly. there may be years of age between them, and steve may be direct and serious when on the job and mapping out a plan of attack ——- but he’s still got a sense of humor. and he’s looking forward to seeing the flash live up to his name after steve’s next comment.       ❛   i thought you were faster than that.  ❜   

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❝ i’ll tell you my secret if you give me your coat. ❞

〈   OVERWATCH STARTERS.   〉

he can’t help it (not that he’s trying to stop himself) ; he smiles. it’s a slow and gentle thing that lifts the corners of his lips, the right more than the other, and blinks before pretending to give wanda a thoughtful look.   ❛    you drive a hard bargain, wanda.   ❜       steve states, but his mind is already made up.        ❛   but you have yourself a deal. a coat for a secret.  ❜   he shrugs his coat off, tugging his arms out of the sleeves, and pauses in his steps a bit to move over towards wanda and drape the coat over her shoulders. his smile is softer now, but just as fond. steve lets the moment linger, just for a second longer, before he looks away and begins to walk again, side-by-side with her.     

 ❛   so … about that secret of yours …  ❜     he murmurs, purposely trailing off and his smile growing a bit teasing, a bit wider, as he looks down and over at wanda.

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❝ i will be on my best behaviour. ❞

  〈   OVERWATCH STARTERS.   〉

 ❛    good.   ❜     he adjusts the straps of his shield on his back, and pulls his cowl down a bit more to fit better on his face. it’s when he’s finishing up that steve glances over to kate.     ❛   i’ll try not to worry too much about that promise.  ❜       it’s a joke despite how DRY it sounds ; though there’s a bit of truth that’s carried in it as well. he knows that this hawkeye is as talented with a bow and arrow and keen on her senses as the first, but any protege of clint’s is bound to pick up some of his habits. 

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"Aren't you warm wearing all that?"

 〈   OVERWATCH STARTERS.   〉

❛    it’s COLD outside, tony.  ❜      is his short and direct response. as if to emphasize the fact, steve tugs the collar of his turtleneck higher over his neck. to be HONEST —- he is just the slightest bit toasty, with the added heat from the tower filtering in and settling under his skin.          ❛    some of us had to go outside, today.   ❜ 

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❝ you might not want to tell your friends about that. ❞

〈   OVERWATCH STARTERS.   〉

❛    which PART ?   ❜       steve asks in response, and though hidden by the cowl of his disguise, he raises an eyebrow.       ❛   the bit where you’re still alive, unknown to the world and the government ? or the bit where a priceless historical artifact belonging to a foreign country was accidentally destroyed while fighting our guy of the hour ?  ❜      there’s a slight pause after that, before a small smile quirks at the corner of steve’s lips, and he plants his fists on his hips, turning to survey the mess around them.     ❛   my lips are SEALED about your status, buck. but i’m afraid the rest is going to be a little more difficult to hide … and speaking of hides, it’s mine that’s going to be on the line when they find out about the artifact.    you owe me for this, buddy.  ❜  

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"Still trying to play hero?" MCU VERSE HMU

〈   OVERWATCH STARTERS.   〉

okay. he deserved that, steve knows, no matter how low of a blow that comment was. it stung ; and rightly so. there’s no regret in steve’s gaze when he looks at tony, though the clench of his jaw and the subtle shift in his stance, the way steve doesn’t retort or deny the comment (he isn’t trying to play ANYTHING) is a quiet but telling sign of guilt. guilt ; but not remorse. sadness, maybe, at the sight of what they’ve become — what they’ve broken apart into, really — but as for his DECISIONS, his stance, being on the run from the government  … steve doesn’t regret those things at all.       ❛    the world is a large place tony.   ❜       steve replies instead,        ❛   your avengers are good. but we both know there are places and situations where a high profile team isn’t going to be able to get into … problems that registration won’t be able to solve. 

                                                   & my team can.  ❜      

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( ✰ ⋮ █  *HEADCANON #02.  )  fighting.

Steve’s fighting style is very diverse, very comprehensive, and very effective. From the start of his career as captain america, he was trained under various masters and experts in combat: judo, tae-kwon-do, krav maga, boxing, brazilian jiu-jitsu, karate, and more. Steve’s training didn’t stop there ; he also become an olympic level gymnast, and also gained an eidetic memory and the world’s foremost strategic mind. His fighting extends to hand-to-hand combat, strategy, melee, and ranged -- and Steve’s an expert in all four. He was taught, from the beginning, that his added muscle mass and therefore weight, would be a disadvantage if he didn’t learn how to use it. Steve is 6′2″, and 240 pounds. He’s a big guy, and as a result, he was slower than he used to be. He trained and pushed himself until he wasn’t just as fast as the average runner, but faster. Steve made sure that his weight and mass was NOT a disadvantage to him. He covered all of his bases, and made sure that not only would he be able to handle himself in close range combat without a weapon, but that he would be able to take down enemies from a distance with his shield as well as cross the distance between them in a matter of seconds. 

There’s a reason why, despite Steve’s lack of preternatural powers or super abilities, that he’s a TOUGH GUY TO TAKE DOWN. Steve has spent years upon years upon years training himself, pushing himself to the limit and then exceeding it in order to stay ahead and make sure he never slips or slacks off. He may not be the quickest, or the strongest, or the smartest, but he’s quick and strong and smart enough. Steve is talented enough in all of his fields and that’s what makes him dangerous. It’s part of what makes him a legend - the fact that he can take down guys stronger than him.

In terms of his ACTUAL fighting style, it is brutally effective. In close combat, like hand-to-hand, he doesn’t waste his time with flair or dramatics : Steve’s fights when they’re close range are quick and calculated. His blows are aimed to incapacitate, immobalize, and disarm. He aims for the weak areas on a person’s body: the throat, the kneecaps, the back, the face. The places where a person takes the most pain and is least likely to get up from. Steve uses peoples’ momentum against them as well, and if they’re coming at him fast, he’ll use their speed to push them into an object or redirect them. In terms of MCU, CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER, the fight scenes on the boat and the elevator show this really well -- it takes him a little under three minutes to take out around fourteen guys, and he comes in quick and quiet -- and takes them out just the same. Steve doesn’t sugarcoat anything he does: he’s honest and straight-to-the-point, and his fighting reflects that. Steve aims for effectiveness and speed, and uses every available resource he has around him - his fists, his shield, his enemies’ weapons, his own enemies - to win a fight. He’s a very calculated guy, and that’s because of how strategic he is. He pinpoints the best way to take an enemy out, and is neither overly violent nor merciful. 

If you’re fighting against him, and your aim is to knock him out or hurt him, he will do everything in his power to make sure you don’t get the chance. 

His gymnastics are a great help to him too; and he uses his flexibility and his agility to get past enemies or cross distances and leap over objects with ease. He’s very reliant on movements where it’s easy to twist his body around and to turn sharply on his heels, and he lands on the balls of his feet whenever jumping down from a height for greater ease of movement. Steve likes to alternate between fighting styles in any given fight : not only because he’s flexible and can fight in most styles, but because it makes it more difficult to map out his moves and follow, and easier to throw his enemies off-guard. He’ll be fighting range with his shield in one instance, and then fighting in close quarters with his fists in another. 

To put it simply, Steve’s a versatile fighter in every sense of the word.

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❝Isn’t that exactly what you are, Captain? I stand for my people, and you, for yours. The only difference is that you define yourself by arbitrary, ephemeral national distinctions, rather than by any real scientific measure.❞

”  i don’t hold myself above others, magneto. i hold myself by the values of this country, yes -- but under the idea that all men and women are created equal, regardless of race, creed, or species. the measure you hold yourself to may be scientific, but not justifiable, and certainly not under the impression of equality. “

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( ✰ ⋮ █  *HEADCANON #01.  )  technology.

Despite the many jokes and jabs that people like to throw at Steve about his age and his intelligence / understanding when it comes to technology, Steve is actually VERY adept at learning how to use tech. He’s not the guy who can learn how to create tech or take it apart like Tony or Beast or Reed, but he can learn how to use it just as quickly as anyone else. 

In Man Out Of Time #2, when Steve met up with Rick Jones and went with him to his apartment, he was introduced to the modern computer. The kind of computer that Steve was familiar with was used mainly for military operations in anything that required mathematics, like calculations in aiming missiles or torpedos. There was no such thing as a search engine or websites, and so he had no idea what Rick was doing using a computer to help him track down the Avengers. Rick informed him what a computer could do -- and Steve decided to try his hand at it. Within the span of a couple of minutes, Steve was able to understand the modern computer’s uses, and able to pick up how to use the computer and use google. 

In Avengers Assemble (volume 2, #21), Anya Corazon receives a text from Steve Rogers, where he sends her an audio file to download of the Avengers theme song. This completely expels the idea and trope that Steve doesn’t know how to use technology properly either. Steve is fully capable and aware of how to text: he’s aware of how to send files. He even tells Anya not to let anyone know that he can, giving the idea that he leaves people in the dark about just how much he knows about technology / phones / computers / social media on purpose. Steve doesn’t make people think that he’s incompetent with technology, but if they get the idea that he is, he’s not going to prove them otherwise. He’s a pretty private guy who doesn’t ever like to show all his cards, he’ll reveal them when necessary or when he feels like it. 

Remember, the supersoldier serum didn’t just enhance his body and physical strength, it enhanced his mind as well. Steve gained an eidetic memory from the serum, and his strategy skills rocketed up to the point where he became the world’s number one strategist. It’s no real big stretch to assume that the serum also let him catch on and learn new things quicker too, like weapons and fighting and ... technology.