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puppy love | ona batlle x reader

headcanons — Ona Batlle as your first love You and Ona Batlle have been best friends since childhood, always knowing each other better than anyone else. But as the years pass, hidden feelings begin to surface, and what once felt like innocent puppy love starts to bloom into something more.

contains: 10k+ words, firstlove!Ona, artist!reader, fluff, childhood best friends, friends-to-lovers, longterm yearning, some angst... not too much i promise, occasional use of y/n, cursing masterlist | please do not repost or plagiarize this.

firstlove!Ona and you met when you were both 7 years old. She was a new student at your school. At first, she was quiet and reserved, which made you want to take her under your wing; something about her drew you in. So, you would hang out with her during recess and sit beside her during class. It took her some time to open up but you were determined to be her friend.

firstlove!Ona wasn’t sure what to think of you at first. She was used to being alone, content with her own company—until you came along, full of sunshine, with that gummy smile and endless yapping. You were the sunshine she needed in her life. She decided that maybe it wasn’t so bad having a friend.

firstlove!Ona admired everything about you. She loved how you always took charge of class activities, acted so mature and polite to your teachers, and did so well in art class, teaching her different coloring techniques. You were her idol, and she wasn’t shy about letting you know.

firstlove!Ona grew fiercely protective of you. You were sunshine and always full of smiles and giggles. You also loved dressing up to school, with big bows and multicolored clips all over your hair which, for some reason, meant all the lame, insecure boys in your school loved to pick on you. Ona decided that as long as she was around, no one would dull your sparkle.

firstlove!Ona kicked your bully in the nuts after he stole the new pretty, blue ribbon clips out of your hair, calling you lame and girly. He was older than Ona, taller than her too… but that didn’t stop her. She chased him to no end with the most frightening expression an eight-year-old could have.

You watched as the nine-year-old boy keeled over in pain as Ona stood close by, panting after she had run after him. The boy cried out as Ona smirked in satisfaction. "Don't ever mess with her again." She barked at him.

You rushed over to Ona. "Are you okay?" To which she just smiled at you genuinely and said, "Of course, I got your clips back."

firstlove!Ona would draw only two things in art class: you, or you and her together. The teacher would ask everyone to draw dinosaurs. She would draw you two as dinosaurs. Cat? You two riding a giant cat. Her family? Her family… with you inserted there somehow. A rainbow? You two underneath a rainbow.

firstlove!Ona didn't have a concept of a crush or romantic love back then. But all your teachers noticed just how much the little girl admired you.

firstlove!Ona would often insist that you play house with her. Your favorite part of playing house was cooking “food” with her, which was just the two of you mixing soap, coins, and loose beads in a large bowl. But, Ona’s favorite part of playing house was being the husband while you were the wife. She’d brush your hair and hold your hand because, to her, that’s what husbands did. And, whenever other kids tried to tell her that she couldn't be your husband because she was a girl, she'd threaten to kick their balls too.

firstlove!Ona loved your movie dates at her house, especially when you two watched Disney princess movies.

"Ona, you can be Princess Belle and I'll be Princess Ariel!" You said, playing pretend after watching Beauty and the Beast on one of your play dates. Ona frowned. "Ew, I don't want to be Belle!" You frowned back. "Why? She's so pretty, just like you!" You teased. "I don't want to marry a beast," She exclaimed. "And I don't want you to be Ariel 'cause that would mean you'll be a fish and I can't swim that well yet." You laughed. "Then what princesses do you want us to be, then?" "We should just be our own princesses with no fish and no beasts and no princes." She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air and you looked at her like she was crazy. "No prince?" You frowned. "Can we be princesses with no prince?" "Yeah, duh! It's better to have no prince so we don't have to spend all our time kissing them and we can just play all day!" She exclaimed proudly.

firstlove!Ona was already very competitive at an early age. She was the best at playing tag in the playground, never letting anyone beat her. Well, except you. Even if you were almost twice as slow as she was, she would purposely slow down her pace just so you could catch up and tag her.

"It's so unfair when you two play." One of the kids in the playground said. "Ona always just lets you win." Ona frowned at her. "You're just bitter 'cause you run like a grandma." "Well, we still don't want you to join us anymore." The kid said, crossing her arms. "You're not our friend anymore." "Good! We'll go ahead and find friends who can run faster." Ona shouted.

firstlove!Ona loved to play football. She would move so well with the ball that the parents in the playground would think that she was older than she was. (You weren't as good as she was, but that was fine. You were more than happy being her cheerleader.)

firstlove!Ona hated it when the boys she played football with would say they had a crush on you. The more they said you were cute, the more she was determined to be better than them just so you would focus on only her and not on them.

firstlove!Ona's parents quickly realized how skilled she was in football and decided to enroll her in some basic classes near your school. She was excited but quickly got disappointed when she learned you weren't joining her.

"But why can't she join me?" One complained. Her parents sighed exasperatedly. "Ona, your best friend has other interests; you can't expect her to do everything you want to do." They tried to reason out to the eight-year-old. "And her mom already told me that she isn't interested in football." "But she likes being with me when I play football." She pouted. "She can just sit in the side of the field and watch me play." "Ona, her parents are not going to let her sit around all afternoon at the side of a field to watch you play. Besides, her mom said she's taking some art classes nearby so you can visit her after, okay?" Her mom explained to which Ona just scoffed.

firstlove!Ona started playing with local boy’s leagues in your town since there wasn't a local girl's team. She was starting to get more and more popular in school due to her football skills but she never wanted to hang out with anyone else except you.

firstlove!Ona secretly hated your new friends from art class. She hated how you had inside jokes that she never understood. She hated how you had matchy bracelets with some stupid girl named Carla. She hated how she saw Carla brushing your hair after your art class. She basically hated Carla ever since Carla bid you goodbye with a "Bye, Bestie!" which was off-limits to her. She was your best friend, not this stupid girl.

firstlove!Ona tolerated your art friends just so she could be around you. All the other girls tried to be nice to Ona too but they always did think she was kinda gross for always being covered in grass and mud, and that she was too clingy and possessive of you.

firstlove!Ona was invited to her first group sleepover for your ninth birthday. She hated it; it felt like your art friends were suddenly invading activities you used to do only with each other but since you liked them, she was forced to suck it up. They made you happy, at least.

"Let's play Truth or Dare!" Carla exclaimed. "I'll spin this bottle and if it lands on you, you choose truth or dare." All the girls chuckled and yelped, making Ona roll her eyes. She hated how shrill and loud your friends were. Much to Ona's surprise, the bottle spun to face her. She groaned, unwilling to play with her clueless nemesis Carla. "Truth, I guess." The girls all thought of their question. Your other friend Julia finally asked. "Who is your crush?" Ona looked confused. "My crush?" Julia nodded. "Crush means someone you like." “Oh yeah, I forgot what it meant.” Ona just shrugged. "I guess, then it's Y/N." The girls laughed as you awkwardly looked away from Ona, feeling a little bit shy and embarrassed. You didn't know why but her answer made you a bit flustered. Ona looked confused. "Why are you laughing?" "Crush means like-like, silly. Like someone you wanna marry or someone you wanna kiss." Carla explained. “Not just your best friend.” "Oh," Ona frowned. "Then it's still Y/N." The girls laughed again and you hid your face in your hands as you grew red at your best friend's answer. "It has to be a boy, Ona! You can't have a crush on a girl." Carla exclaimed, still chuckling. The other girls laughed, thinking Ona was stupid. But Ona genuinely met what she was saying. Ona gave her a stank face. "Then I don't have one, I guess."

firstlove!Ona felt shy after the whole Truth or Dare game. She decided to stay silent for the rest of the night, conscious of what she said around your friends. They already looked at her weirdly whenever she hung out with you after your art class with her muddy boots and grass-stained shorts. She didn't like how she felt like she had given them another reason to find her weird.

firstlove!Ona also felt shy about her gift after she had seen all of the drawings and friendship bracelets your friend had made for you. All she was able to prepare was a letter about how much she loved being your friend even if you liked drawing and she liked football. She tried to make it fancy with glitter and stickers but compared to your friend's gifts, it looked so messy.

"Ona, are you still awake?" You asked as you saw the girl standing by her overnight bag instead of beside you and the other girls, who were already drifting to sleep. You walked over to her to see the letter with purple glitter and Hello Kitty stickers all over it. "What's that?" Ona looked down shyly at it. "It's my gift... but I don't know if I want to give it to you. It's so ugly." You frowned. "No, it's not." You pouted. "Well, it's my birthday and you have to obey everything I tell you to do and I want you to give me your gift." Ona hesitated but decided that she wasn't one to go above birthday law so she handed it over. She watched you genuinely smile as she read your letter. It made her feel less insecure about it. You smiled at her, holding the letter to your heart, not caring about the glitter getting on your favorite unicorn pajamas. "Ona, this is my favorite gift ever." Ona beamed in joy. "Really?" "Well, duh! It's so sweet and I like the Hello Kitty stickers, especially this one where she has flowers." You pointed it out. You paused before continuing. "Also, I'm sorry my friends laughed when you said I was your crush. Honestly, I think you're my crush too." Ona felt her face get warm as you said it. "Oh... that's nice." She smiled. "Does that mean you're my girlfriend?" You thought about it, not sure exactly how it would work out. You’ve only heard about girlfriends and crushes from TV shows, and you've only ever seen girlfriends with boyfriends. "Is that allowed?" Ona frowned. "Why would it not be allowed?" You shrugged. You couldn't argue with that top-tier argument. "Okay, I can be your girlfriend."

firstlove!Ona went home after that sleepover, beaming to her parents that you were her girlfriend. Her mom tried to ask if she meant “girl-SPACE-friend” but Ona got mad, insisting that she actually meant girlfriend with no space and that you were going to get married.

firstlove!Ona grew fond of kissing your cheek and holding your hand. She was too giddy over the fact that you were her girlfriend. Even if she had no clue exactly how girlfriends worked, she was just happy because that meant you liked her more than you liked Carla, which was more than enough for her.

firstlove!Ona frowned when you tried to tell her that your parents said you were too young to be girlfriends and to understand what a relationship was.

“That’s stupid,” Ona complained. “We watched Hannah Montana. We saw her have a relationship. We totally get it!” You sighed, shaking your head in disapproval. “Yeah… but my mom said I have to wait until I’m in high school before I even think about dating.” “Fine, just as long as I’ll be your bestest friend, over anyone else.” She pouted, making you promise.

firstlove!Ona was getting so much attention for her football skills. By the time you were 10, there was not a single person in her age group in your town — boys and girls — that was on her level. It didn’t take long until everyone was talking about the tiny girl who played like a beast.

firstlove!Ona learned about different celebrations she could do online. She thought of which creative one she could do just in case she gets a goal. While watching a teen movie, she saw some guy playing basketball wink and blow a kiss at a girl he liked. Ona somehow decided that that was the coolest thing to do. So, she started being greedy with the ball and the goals, just so she could do her little loser-ish celebration and blow you a kiss.

firstlove!Ona naturally caught the attention of La Masia scouts. They would watch her games, taking several notes. Suddenly, football got serious for Ona. She would start training more and there was more pressure for her to perform well. It was more than the twelve-year-old girl could handle.

“What if I just give up?” Ona’s voice was barely a whisper, muffled by the blankets you both huddled under. Her words seemed to hang in the air, heavy and uncertain. You moved closer to her in the bed, resting on your side so that you would be facing her. Ona was resting on her back with her arm resting on her forehead. “I’m scared... I’m scared I’ll disappoint everyone, even if I train all day and barely get any rest. It feels like I’m not enough. Maybe this isn’t meant for me.” You frowned, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach. This wasn’t the Ona you knew; the Ona you knew never doubted herself and was confident almost to the point of cockiness. All the pressure seemed to be getting to her. “Quitting… but you love football? How can you possibly give up on it when you love it more than you love me?” You joked to lighten up the mood but Ona took it seriously and lightly smacked you as if to reprimand you. Ona turned on her side to face you and now you were both face-to-face. “But now… I don’t know. It feels like I’m not enjoying it anymore. I feel insecure.” Her voice shook a bit. It was hard seeing Ona like this. You had never seen her so… small. It was weird because Ona’s energy and passion was never small. Not even quiet, seven-year-old Ona acted like this. It hurt seeing your best friend struggle with something that she did so well. You reached over to gently touch her face. “Ona…” You started. “I know it’s hard… but everyone just has their eyes on you right now because of how good you are. These scouts and coaches from all over… they’re here because you are worth it. They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t believe in you.” ”And… even if they don’t pick you or even if you do decide to quit, I will be there. I’ll still be your number one cheerleader — on and off the pitch.” You smiled at her. “I’m here for you, no matter what.” And for the first time that evening, Ona gave you a small smile. It wasn’t the usual huge grin that was accompanied by a sparkle in her eyes, but it was something. And that was enough.

firstlove!Ona did the best she could in her next games and it showed. She was dynamite on that pitch and everyone just knew then that her future was secured.

firstlove!Ona started training in La Masia just before you two entered high school. She was still studying at your school but she was taking fewer classes and doing more training, which she didn’t mind. She was learning so much and improving exponentially, completely thriving on the pitch. Off the pitch, she was also doing pretty well. She made a bunch of friends from La Masia who she would enthusiastically tell you about whenever you got time together. The only thing Ona hated about being in La Masia was that so much of her life was now occupied by football. She'd wake up early to train, then it was class, then it was more training. She barely got time to be around you.

firstlove!Ona was so busy that she was one of the last people in sophomore year to find out about Pascual.

"Who the fuck is Pascual?" Ona asked your mutual classmate and friend, Julia. "Where did she meet him?" Julia rolled her eyes, realizing quickly that Ona had been busy for a while. "He's our classmate, Ona." She answered. "He's been our classmate since we were 10." Ona frowned. She never paid attention to the other people in class that much. She spent most of her time with you, after all. So, naturally, this Pascual guy was never on her radar. "And now what is it that I'm hearing that he's pursuing her? Who does he think he is?" Ona said loudly, not giving a fuck if anyone in the school hallway could hear. “Bet he’s like some lazy dumbass, just like everyone who has a crush on her.” "He's actually really nice and pretty smart. I know he even volunteers…” Julia went on and on talking about Pascual, seeming to approve of the guy for you. Julia noticed Ona clenching her jaw and frowning, causing her to roll her eyes. “He’s actually great, Ona. You're just too in love with your best friend for you to see that." Ona didn’t bother denying. She just rolled her eyes.

firstlove!Ona always knew she enjoyed being close to you, relishing the time spent together. She always knew she loved you… a lot… as a friend. But when the whole Pascual situation came to light, something shifted in her. She started to see you in a new light. Thoughts of you consumed her more and more, and with them came feelings she hadn’t anticipated—jealousy, possessiveness, clinginess. It was as though her obsession with you, something she’d always brushed off as just what best friends felt, was now much more intense, more undeniable. What once felt natural, and familiar, had become charged with a different kind of energy. It just felt… different.

Ona and you sat side by side, eyes glued to the screen as you both watched the new MTV show your friend had recommended. Ona shifted uncomfortably, clearly awkward about watching a show centered on two childhood best friends who’d started dating, especially with everything running through her mind lately. “Karma’s kinda annoying, not gonna lie,” you said, crunching on a chip. “Like, Amy’s so obviously in love with her, and Karma still doesn’t get it. How can she be that oblivious?” Ona’s gaze flickered toward you for a moment. She bit her lip, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah… so clueless.”

Later that night, Ona and you lay cuddled up in bed, updating each other about each other’s lives. You’d both been pulled in different directions by your hectic schedules, but you always made the most of the time you had together, finding ways to stay close even when things got busy. “And, my friend invited me to volunteer as an art teacher at the orphanage where he volunteers at. So, I might try to do that soon.” You shared, humming thoughtfully. “I’m thinking of doing it soon. He said I’d be really good with the kids.” The words hung in the air, and Ona’s mind immediately went to what Julia had said about Pascual. So, is she hanging out with this guy? Does she like him? “Hmm? Which friend?” Ona asked as she knitted her eyebrows together as she tried to keep her voice casual. You noticed the change in her expression immediately. You two had been friends for so long that you could always tell when something was on her mind. “Pascual, from class,” you replied, keeping your tone light. “You should come too, teach football and stuff. The kids would love it.” Ona nodded, but her gaze remained distant, still thinking about that Pascual guy. You chuckled to lighten the mood before reaching out to touch her arm. “I’m sure the kids would love to be around a future football star.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled, all thoughts of Pascual fading away. “You think too highly of me.” She responded, trying to play it cool but the pink on her cheeks gave her away. “But sure… I’d love to volunteer.” ”Look at us both, a couple of philanthropists.” You joked. “Who would have thought the same Ona that kicked kids in the nutsack would be volunteering?” Ona smiled and sighed. “You know, I have this new friend from La Masia who would be so into volunteering too.” She brought up thoughtfully. “Maybe I should invite her to join us.” “Ooh, is she the girl you said who plays really well?” You asked and Ona’s eyes sparkled. Ona nodded. “Aitana’s like next level on the pitch. She literally plays like Iniesta,” She gushed. “And even outside the sport, she’s so amazing. She’s, like, their class top student and she reads so many books…” You hummed, thinking about how Ona used to gush about you like that before. Now, it was some girl named Aitana. So, now, it was your turn to be jealous.

You lay on your side with your back turned to Ona, trying to drift to sleep. But no matter how much you closed your eyes, your mind was still buzzing with thoughts: the show you’d watched, the conversation about volunteering, the conversation about Ona’s new idol from La Masia, and just... everything. You haven’t done a sleepover with Ona in a while and all these thoughts paired with her proximity were just making your hormones go haywire for no reason. “You awake?” You turned around, surprised to find Ona’s eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling. She looked over at you, her expression soft but thoughtful. You gave her a small smile. “Yeah…” She hummed, eyes flickering in consideration before she finally spoke. “How about you cuddle up to me? You always said my warmth makes you feel drowsy.” She offered nervously. “I could use some of your warmth too.” Her offer was light and casual but Ona was actually feeling nervous as she said it. Ona’s arms had been craving your presence ever since she got to your house but she was afraid it would be too awkward to just hug you or cuddle with you. She knew she was being ridiculous because you two used to literally live in each other’s hugs. Lately, though, everything felt different. The emotions and feelings swirling inside her were more intense and mixed with the strange rush of puberty, it made her feel shy and unsure. But she still couldn’t resist it; she missed having you pressed against her. You nodded, beaming. “I’d love that.” You shifted closer, resting your head against her chest. Ona wrapped her arm around you, pulling you in, and you instinctively placed your hand on her stomach. It was a simple gesture, but it made her acutely aware of the connection between you both—each touch felt loaded with meaning. Once she had gained enough confidence, she started brushing your hair with her hand, her gentle fingers soft against your scalp. “Remember when we used to be girlfriends…” She asked with a light tone. “We had no clue what we were talking about but I genuinely was so into it.” You laughed at that childhood memory. “Yeah, my mom was so confused when I told her.” You recalled. “She really had to sit me down and explain what the difference between girl friends and girlfriends was.” Ona chuckled at that, the sound warm and relaxed, but then fell quiet for a moment. You could feel her hesitating like she was choosing her words carefully. “Do you think you’d ever have a relationship? Like, with a boyfriend or... a girlfriend?” She asked it so casually, but you could sense the weight behind her question. Especially with the way her voice trailed off towards the end. You’d never really talked about your sexualities, and the last time crush you had, as far as Ona remembered, was on the lion from Lion King from when you were both seven. So, it always left her curious but afraid of asking you about it… afraid that it would make her have to talk about her own sexuality which she never really wanted to think about. ”Hmm, I don’t know. There isn’t really anyone I like.” You responded vaguely. “Why? Do you like someone?” You waited with bated breath. You didn’t know for sure what you wanted to hear but it still made you anxious. Unbeknownst to you, Ona was sharing the same nervous feeling that you felt. She wondered if you could hear her heartbeat against her chest. “Uh…” She started, her voice faltering. “No one.” She sounded unconvincing which you took note of but you didn’t push any further. Huh, could it be that Aitana girl? “But I’m glad you’re my first relationship, even if it wasn’t a real one,” Ona said, going back to your conversation about your childhood memory. “That just means whoever comes next is still the second.” You rolled your eyes, the slight jealousy you felt fizzling out. She was the same, old possessive best friend you had, and somehow, that brought you comfort.

firstlove!Ona felt annoyed whenever she would see you with Pascual. She hasn’t felt that jealous and possessive over you since Carla from your art school. It was obvious to everyone how much Ona hated Pascual, bullying him for seemingly no reason. Well, obvious to everyone but you.

Ona seethed when she saw you sitting with him during lunch. Without a second thought, she stormed over to your table, where you were laughing with Pascual and the rest of your friends. Ignoring everyone, she fixed her gaze on him, her jaw clenched. She tilted her head slightly to the side, gesturing for him to move, as if the space beside you was her birthright. “Move,” She ordered in a low voice. “That’s my seat.” Pascual was used to Ona’s possessiveness. He knew how clingy she could be, and to be honest, he never minded when she wasn’t around—because that meant more time to get to know you. But when Ona was around, he knew he would not have the opportunity to get a word in without Ona basically glaring daggers at him. He sighed, trying to keep his cool. “I got here first.” “Tell it to someone who cares,” Ona shot back. Pascual muttered under his breath, but he gave in, scooting over to the other side of the table with a resigned sigh. Meanwhile, you were oblivious to the silent war playing out just inches away. You smiled at Ona, wrapping your arms around her in a warm hug. “Ona, I missed you,” you murmured, completely unaware of the charged atmosphere. Ona, however, didn’t take her eyes off Pascual. Her lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smirk as she raised her eyebrows, silently daring him to say something. It was clear she wasn’t just competing for a seat.

On another occasion, Ona leaned uncomfortably close to Pascual as he tried to focus on drawing you. Pascual automatically stiffened up to Ona hovering around him again. She was always like this whenever she was around — too intrusive, too intimidating, too there. What made it worse was that Ona had just come from training, her freshly showered hair still damp, and the droplets were slowly dripping onto Pascual and his sketchbook. Each drop seemed to drive him a little mad, the cold wetness only adding to his growing irritation. Pascual looked up at Ona and gave her an incredulous look. “What, Ona?” “Huh,” Ona said, eyeing the drawing with exaggerated curiosity. “Who is that supposed to be?” Pascual sighed, exasperatedly as he pointed at you who was sitting across the table too focused on your own drawing. “Isn’t it obvious?” Ona huffed, pretending to think. The drawing was pretty decent — better than she could ever do — but she was never going to let him know that. Instead, she narrowed her eyes at the sketch and loudly asked. “Why’d you give her a fivehead? You hate her or something?” You looked up curiously, previously oblivious to the exchange. Ona was giving you an innocent smile while Pascual was trying hard not to snap at your best friend as he muttered. “It’s just the angle.”

The poor guy liked you so much, even though you were completely oblivious to his advances. And despite your best friend making his life a living hell at every opportunity, he still tried—harder than anyone could’ve expected. Ona skipped obnoxiously to where you were sitting in the front of the class, beside Pascual. It didn’t help that he always ended up next to you. That was another reason Ona couldn’t stand him. She was always a little late to class because of her training, so the seats were usually already taken by the time she arrived. And today, of course, you were stuck with him. “Congrats on getting the best grade!” Ona chirped, throwing her arm around your shoulders before plopping herself down in your lap. "You're so smart. I’m so proud to be your best friend.” Pascual couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her usual attempt to rattle him. He was used to it by now, but that didn’t make it any easier. Ona caught the eye roll, and a mischievous spark lit up in her eyes. She glimpsed at the paper on his table, snatching it without his permission. "Huh," she said, examining the grade with exaggerated interest, "87... that's nothing compared to my best friend’s 95." She flashed a knowing smile at him. "Guess she’s too smart for you, huh?" Pascual frowned but grew flustered by the comment. “I distributed the papers and saw you got an 83 so…” He wanted to snap back but it came out softer and meeker than he intended. Ona just smirked, taunting him. “And what about it?” Pascual opened his mouth, ready to fire back, but stopped himself. He could’ve said something—he could’ve retorted—but he didn’t. Instead, he looked at you, your smile more than enough to make him swallow his pride. He knew better than to engage in one of Ona’s little mind games, especially when she was already enjoying herself. He had been working so hard on making his slow courtship of you for a year and there was no way he was going to blow it now.

firstlove!Ona was pretty content with how clueless you were with Pascual. At first, it did anger her whenever he was around, always so desperate for your attention. But now, it brought her happiness whenever she’d go to you and he was around because that meant it was another opportunity to embarrass him in front of you. Although, you never really minded their interactions, chalking it up to just banter, even going as far as to cluelessly think they were starting to be friends.

firstlove!Ona was practically seething when she got to school and saw Pascual hovering over your locker, presenting you with a red rose. She looked at your face with your doe-eyed expression and your cheeks flushed, shocked by a friend’s sudden confession. Ona had to take herself out of the scene, knowing she would react badly if she let herself watch it unfold.

firstlove!Ona finally stopped running from her thoughts, forcing herself to confront the feelings she’d been denying for so long. She’d always laughed off the jokes about her being in love with you. She never really thought too much about it, chalking it up to just banter. But now, seeing the way he looked at you—seeing how she felt when he did—it hit her harder than she expected. She wasn’t just annoyed that some guy liked you. She was hurt. And it wasn’t just about friendship jealousy—it was something deeper, something that made her feel exposed, vulnerable, like a part of her she’d never wanted to face was staring back at her, undeniable.

firstlove!Ona decided that tormenting the guy who liked you wasn’t going to be enough. This time, she actually wanted to show you that she could be better was better than him. She wanted to splurge on a bouquet of flowers but she had already blown her allowance on new football socks. So, instead, she hopped the neighbor's fence just to pick flowers from their large garden. She could get in trouble but she didn't care. She wanted to give you a bouquet of flowers that would put Pascual’s rose to shame.

The first thing you noticed when Ona came over to your house for your study date was the beautiful array of flowers she had tied together with a ribbon. You gushed at the different flowers — lavenders, marigolds, poppies. They were so stunning. “W-what? These are so stunning! What is this for?” She'd smirk and shrug, nonchalantly as she unconsciously tried to hide the scratch on her arm she got from scraping it on the fence after the neighbor's dog chased her out of the garden. “Just wanted to show my appreciation for you.” The blush on your cheeks grew and you quickly turned around to hide it from Ona. “Let me put this in a vase. Hold on.” You said as you scurried. Ona casually followed you to the kitchen, looking around your house to see if you had a rose displayed anywhere. “So, I heard Pascual gave you a rose the other day.” You paused, feeling odd that she was suddenly bringing it up after she had brought you a bouquet. “Yeah, it was weird.” You said, shivering from the recollection of the awkward interaction.” She practically beamed at your response. “Yeah?” “Yeah, I had no clue he liked me. I genuinely thought he was just around me because he was sad and had no friends.” You responded honestly as you filled a vase with water. “I had to give the rose to Julia just cause I felt weird bringing it home with me.” You sighed. “Anyway, I don’t wanna talk about it. I just feel bad for the poor guy but also… grossed out, y’know.” You said frankly. Ona couldn’t hide her smile, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe how clueless you were with him but she was still happy now that she knew Pascual was finally out of the picture.

firstlove!Ona moved out of your school during your junior year, a decision driven by her desire to focus more on her football career. She was fully immersed in the La Masia system now—training with some of the best, living and breathing the game. At first, it felt like a punch to the gut, not seeing your best friend every day. But you quickly realized it wasn’t all bad. If anything, it meant Ona was on the rise, becoming a bigger deal with each passing day, and that was something to be proud of. Besides, no matter how packed her schedule was, Ona always made time for you. The moment her training sessions ended, she’d sprint to your school, barely taking a breath. firstlove!Ona was slowly becoming a football celebrity in your community. Now, whenever she’d visit school, there were people always hovering around you to get a glimpse of the U17 Spain player. It made you proud. But… you didn’t like how girls were always fawning over her. They would be running to you in school, asking you if Ona was single. Whenever you two were out, there was always someone making eyes at your best friend. It was amusing, at first. Then it got repetitive and annoying, always leaving you feeling uneasy.

“Hi, Ona. My friend is, like, a really big fan.” A girl said to Ona, completely not even acknowledging your presence. She pointed back to their table across the restaurant where a bunch of other girls were giggling. “She was wondering if she could ask for your number.” Ona looked over to the table and saw a pretty girl with long brown hair waving back at her. It was undeniable she was stunning but Ona just... wasn’t that interested. She was here to have dinner with you after all. And to her, there wasn't anyone else more stunning than you. Ona shot a look at you, gauging your reaction. But to you, it read differently. You thought Ona didn’t want to give her number out because you were there. You shrugged awkwardly at her. “Go ahead, Ona. She looks cute.” Ona awkwardly chuckled, not sure how to feel about it. She was honestly kind of disappointed that you even encouraged her to do it. “Oh, uh okay…” She said, causing the girl to smile widely and jump up. You looked down at your salad bowl, suddenly losing interest. "Here, I'll write it down and tell her to text me that she's the girl from the restaurant or whatever."

Ona was driving you home after the dinner. After she gave out her number, you grew quiet, not wanting to talk much about anything anymore. She was confused as to why you were suddenly acting out when you didn’t seem to be affected by it initially. Could she be jealous? Ona looked over to you. You were staring out of the window, silent. But, why would she be jealous? “So…” Ona said cautiously, drumming her fingers on the driver’s wheel. “I assume the salad was bad?” You just hummed out a response, not even bothering to look at her. You sighed. “You should have just let me go ahead,” You said, shifting awkwardly in your seat. "I told you I could have just taken the bus." She frowned. “Why would I let you take the bus?” ”You could have stayed and chatted with those girls.” You muttered under your breath. “That would have made them real happy." To your shock, Ona chuckled. You turned to her and saw the expression on her face. She looked amused. You looked at her questioningly and she just shook her head, smiling. “What?” “Nothing,” She smiled, locking eyes with you. “You’re just being cute right now." You blushed and looked away, feeling your heart thump faster at how she looked at you. Ona chuckled at your reaction and said. "Glad to know I'm not the only jealous, possessive one..." And just like that, you knew that she knew.

firstlove!Ona knew at that moment that you shared the same attraction she had for you. She didn’t know how serious it was on your end but it was just satisfying to know that her feelings (or at least, her attraction) were somehow reciprocated. A year ago, she had finally come to terms with the truth: she had a crush on you. At first, the idea of being in love with her best friend had felt confusing, almost impossible to process. But over time, she stopped fighting it. She had always loved you and that never seemed to get in the way. Why should it now? firstlove!Ona was just pissed off that you have avoided her ever since that night in the car. She didn’t say anything other than you were cute for being jealous but the feeling of being caught was too much for you to confront; you hadn’t even fully accepted the fact that you were down bad for your best friend and she was already figuring out?!

Julia laughed as you told her the story about that night, clearly amused by your confusion. You hadn’t known who else to turn to; you figured your mutual friend of nearly a decade might have some valuable insight. She shook her head, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, we all saw this coming. Honestly, I’m surprised it took you two a decade to figure it out.” She shared. “I was going to push your heads together if it took any longer.” You groaned, frustration creeping into your voice. “What does that even mean? How could you know when I’m not even sure myself if I have a crush on Ona, or if it’s just some weird version of best friend clinginess?” Your friend raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the bed’s headboard. “Did you feel this way about me when I had to spend a semester in Granada with my grandmother?” She challenged your theory. “And were you suddenly jealous when I came back and started dating Carla?” You paused. “No…” “Then obviously, it isn’t just some sort of friendship clinginess.” Your friend explained it to you. “I’ve known you two since we were children and I genuinely think I learned the concept of crushes because of you and Ona.” “What do you mean?” You asked, falling backward on your bed and covering your head with a pillow. Julia’s voice softened, but there was a certain conviction in it. “Ona practically walked around with heart eyes for you. And you—well, you ignored every boy who liked you. You just wanted to be around Ona. All the time.” She smirked, though there was a hint of exasperation in her tone. She reached over to grab the pillow off your head to stare you down, making sure every point she said was heard. “I seriously reached a point where I was fed up with you two. It felt like I was third-wheeling 24/7.” You knit your eyebrows together as you listened to your friend. “But what do I do now? I obviously can’t go to my best friend and tell her I like her? I don’t even know that for sure.” ”Look,” Julia said, looking you straight in the eyes. “You have to realize that there has to be a reason that, after all these years, after all of the boys who courted you, you never seemed interested in any of them. You always just wanted to be around Ona. All the time” You fell quiet, thinking it over. Everything she was saying was true. You never had a crush in your life. You never showed interest in anyone. Whenever someone asked where you’d see yourself years from now, you often would mention still being best friends with Ona. It had to mean something. Julia squeezed your hands gently, her voice earnest. “There’s a reason for that, you know?” You stayed silent for a while before sighing. “But… what if I’m wrong? What if I tell her I like her, and it turns out it’s just some kind of puppy love? What if I lead her on?” Julia sighed, the sound filled with both frustration and understanding. She took your hands in hers, her grip firm. “It would break Ona’s heart, yeah. But honestly…” She paused, looking you dead in the eye. “I think Ona’s always been preparing for that possibility. She knows what’s at stake, and she’d rather give it a chance than keep guessing. I’m sure she doesn’t want to spend another 17 years second-guessing herself.” Your heart ached at the thought of breaking Ona’s heart, but Julia’s words carried a certain truth that you couldn’t ignore. Judging by Julia’s statements, Ona had more to lose in this; you could easily break her heart. But that didn’t mean it was exactly riskless for you. Julia’s gaze softened. “You owe it to both of you to take the chance. You need to allow Ona to love you without that barrier of friendship between you two. If it doesn’t work out, at least you tried, right?” You nodded, making it a silent promise to yourself that you would take your emotions seriously and that you would be honest with Ona once you got the chance. You looked up at your friend. “Julia, promise not to tell her... while I'm not ready yet, at least?" "Ugh, fine but if you two get married, I get to tell everyone how dumb you two were," Julia said with an eye roll.

firstlove!Ona was clueless about your emotions, second-guessing herself after the whole interaction. Did she make a mistake in thinking you were interested in her? Did she completely fumble the bag? She had no clue how to go about it until she realized she could bait you into revealing yourself. firstlove!Ona started sharing more and more photos of her and Aitana, trying to see how you would react. She would post photos of them in training, eating ice cream after school, hugging each other after a game. She’d try so hard to get a reaction but you never seemed to mind. In fact, it felt like you were back to your clueless self, oblivious to what she was trying to do. It was obvious to everyone just what Ona was trying to do, even Aitana called her out on it, saying she was done with being used as bait for her crush. It probably would have worked for someone who wasn’t you. firstlove!Ona didn’t know that it was working but not in the way she wanted to. You did get jealous but instead of thinking that Ona was trying to make you jealous, you thought that she was moving on. You thought she had finally found someone who liked her and wasn’t afraid to admit it just at the very moment that you were gearing up to confess. You started avoiding her, restricting her from all your social media just so that you would see less of her with her new crush. You decided that you would only reach out once you’re ready to talk it out with her. But for now, you had to shut her out. firstlove!Ona got an angry call from Julia as soon as she woke up, one random day.

“Are you and Y/N seriously still not talking?” Julia’s voice blared through the phone, loud enough to make Ona wince. Ona blinked away the sleepiness, squinting at the clock beside her bed. “Julia, it’s three in the morning,” she groaned, rolling over and burying her face in her pillow. “I’ve got training in two hours. Couldn’t this have waited?” Julia groaned back. “Do you even remember what day it is today?” Ona blinked, trying to shake off the fog in her mind. “Uh… Tuesday?” ”ONA BATLLE, IT’S YOUR FRIENDSHIP ANNIVERSARY.” The frustrated girl shouted over the phone, causing Ona’s phone speaker to crackle at the volume. “And you two haven’t said a word to each other in A MONTH!” Ona winced, groaning into the phone. “Great. Thanks for the reminder.” She let out a long sigh, dragging herself upright. “But, how is it exactly my fault? She’s the one who has been dodging my calls? Why should I try to make the first move in greeting her when she hasn’t even reached out to me at all?” Ona rubbed her forehead in frustration, trying to calm herself down. Once she spoke again, her voice was quieter, more defeated. “I’ve tried, Julia. I’ve been trying for years. But… I’m tired now.” “I’m just… trying to adjust with being okay with being just friends again.” Ona continued silently. “I can’t chase after nothing forever, Julia. I don’t have it in me anymore. It’s been ten years. I can’t keep chasing after her anymore. At some point, I have to stop.” Another long pause. Ona thought maybe Julia had hung up, but then, her friend spoke again—quiet, almost reluctant. “I promised not to say anything but obviously, I was stupid for promising that.” Julia muttered, the words heavy with something Ona couldn’t quite place. “But… it’s not nothing, Ona.” Ona furrowed her brows, feeling a pang of confusion. “What are you talking about?” Julia groaned, exasperated. “Ugh, I’m done dealing with both of your oblivious and mopey asses. I’ve done my part and it’s too much already. You two figure it out yourselves.” Before Ona could respond, the line went dead. Julia had hung up.

firstlove!Ona couldn’t get Julia’s words out of her head. It’s not nothing. She had no fucking clue what Julia meant exactly but there was a part of her that couldn’t help but wonder if that meant that you… No, we’re not going through another round of what-ifs, Ona. She said to herself. Focus on training now and berate Julia to be more clear later.

firstlove!Ona couldn’t keep herself focused no matter what. In the morning, she practically missed every instruction her coach said. In class, she spaced out during Spanish lessons that she hadn’t noticed the teacher was already growing red in the face, trying to catch her attention, until Aitana basically kicked the back of her seat. It was so bad that her coach sent her home, refusing to include her in afternoon training until she sorted herself out.

firstlove!Ona headed home that day, feeling defeated. She thought about you the entire day but still couldn’t come to a conclusion as to what Julia meant, and what she wanted to do with your relationship now. Sure, what Julia said gave her hope but that quickly fizzled out every time she would check her phone and there was not a single notification from you. She obviously was misreading the situation yet again. Was this the end of the line for the two of you?

firstlove!Ona stormed into her house, practically stomping in frustration.

“Ona?” Her mother called from the living room as Ona slammed the door behind her. “Why are you home so early?” Ona sighed, already feeling the weight of the day pressing down on her. “Coach sent me home,” she muttered, not bothering with any excuses. “Didn’t do well in training. Couldn’t concentrate.” Her mom looked at her sympathetically. “Aw, my baby.” She started toward Ona, arms open for a hug, but Ona remained rooted to the spot. “Does this have anything to do with—” ”Let’s not talk about her right now, please.” She cut in, her voice low but firm. Her mom pouted, looking at her daughter with careful eyes.“You two are best friends. It’s really sad that you’re not talking anymore, especially when I practically raised her like my own.” She smiled wistfully. “I even know what kind of juice she likes and doesn’t like.” Ona winced at the memories. “I… I don’t wanna think about her for now.” She said with a strained voice. There was a long pause as her mom considered her words. Then, after a beat of awkward silence, she hesitated before speaking again. “Hmmm, well, then you might not want to go upstairs to your room.” Ona’s eyes widened. “Mom… what did you…” Her mother’s eyes softened, but there was a hint of guilt there. “If you don’t want to talk to her right now, I can just send her home, sweetheart.” She offered gently, but her voice carried a subtle note of apology. Ona groaned, rubbing her face with both hands. The last thing she wanted was to confront this right now, but she knew she couldn’t keep avoiding it. She needed to face the situation head-on. “No, it’s fine,” she said, her voice quieter now, resigned. “I’ll… talk to her.” Her mother nodded, her face filled with understanding. “You know I’m here if you need me.” She gave her daughter a soft smile before walking away. Ona stood there for a moment, collecting herself, steeling her nerves for what was coming. She wasn’t ready, but maybe she never would be. She still had to face the situation eventually. Might as well get it over and done with.

firstlove!Ona didn't know how to talk to you. She didn't know how to face you after you two haven't talked in a month, which was basically centuries in best friend time. She didn't know how you'd react to seeing her again. Were you pissed off? Sad? She sighed, knowing she wouldn't find out until she opened that door.

The door creaked open and you nearly jumped off of the edge of Ona's bed. You waited with bated breath for her to enter, feeling yourself grow anxious. You finally see her. You didn't know why but you expected her to look different even if it had only been just a month; she still looked like the same Ona you knew, except maybe a bit tanner. You cleared your throat, feeling uneasy as she entered, closing the door behind her. "Hey…" You said with a soft voice. Ona leaned her back against the door, crossing her arms across her chest. "Hey." She responded with a cold voice, avoiding eye contact. You bit your lip, hesitant about what to say. "I haven't seen you in a while…" You started. "Julia told me you were doing even more training since you're gearing up for some big game." Ona just nodded, keeping her eyes on the floor. Again, you two fell silent, filling the room with words left unsaid. "Ona…" You started again, choosing your words carefully. "I'm really sorry I haven't reached out in a month. I really should have said something instead of just disappearing on you." Still, she didn’t respond. You exhaled shakily and pressed on. “I just… I didn’t know what to do.” Ona’s brow furrowed slightly at your words, but her eyes remained distant. “That night we had dinner…” you hesitated. “Even before that, I’d already been feeling weird... no, not just weird... insecure.” Her gaze finally lifted, confusion evident. “Why?” You rubbed your arm nervously, your words faltering. “I felt like we were drifting apart. You were spending so much time away from me, and then… then you were giving girls your number.” You paused, your throat tightening suddenly. “I know it sounds stupid, but I felt upset. I thought maybe you were going to forget about me when you got famous or that we wouldn't be friends anymore.” Ona’s jaw tightened, and she muttered under her breath, “Bullshit.” “What?” you asked, blinking in surprise. “You can’t even tell me what you’re really feeling,” Ona said, shaking her head. “Besides, I don’t know why it’s such a big deal that I gave someone my number. You told me to do it. And then, when I realized and pointed out that you weren't being genuine about wanting me to give my number, somehow I became the bad guy.” You sighed, feeling the guilt twist in your chest. “I wasn’t upset with you.” “Then why?” She looked at you with an almost pleading look. “I was upset with myself,” you admitted. The words felt heavy. “I hated how I reacted, how I got upset that you had realized what I was feeling... and I hated that I didn’t understand why I did react like that.” Ona tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. “And why did you?” You hesitated, biting your lip. Then, softly, you confessed, “I was jealous. I didn’t even know why at first… I just was.” Her expression shifted, cautious but curious. “And it wasn’t just that,” you continued. “I felt the same way whenever you talked about Aitana. I know how ridiculous it sounds, but I couldn’t help it." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "When you started posting all those pictures of you two, I felt like I was being replaced. And instead of talking to you, I just… shut down.” Ona sighed, her voice quieter now. “Look, about Aitana—” You cut her off, shaking your head. “No, I got it. Instantly got it." You said. "And, I saw you two playing online last week. She’s amazing. I’m happy for you both." Ona laughed dryly, catching you off guard. “I’m not dating Aitana.” “What?” you asked, completely thrown. She shifted uncomfortably, rubbing her arm. “I only posted those pictures to get your attention. To make you jealous.” Your brows furrowed in disbelief. “Why would you want to make me jealous?” Ona scoffed, her lips curling into a small, bitter smile. There was a moment of silence before she looked at you again, locking eyes. “I think you know why.” Her voice came out low and quiet as if she didn't want you to hear.

Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken feelings. “I mean,” you stammered, trying to piece your thoughts together. You were just stumbling with your words. “If you had started dating, I would’ve congratulated you. Aitana seems like a great person, and you two would—” “Are you trying to push me toward someone else again?” Ona interrupted, shaking her head as she looked down with a dry laugh. You raised your hands defensively. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just… I’m still figuring all of this out.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I’ve thought about us a lot over the past month—how I feel about you, about us.” Her eyes softened, but her guard didn’t drop. “Then, why didn’t you answer any of my calls?” “Because I was scared,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Her stare was making you nervous. “I thought if I talked to you, I’d lose focus. I wouldn’t be able to sort out my feelings and I'd just fuck up. But I'm glad I took my time...” “And what now?” Ona asked, her voice cautious. “I realized that I like you,” you said, the weight of the confession lifting slightly from your chest. "I like you beyond just as friends." Ona’s eyes widened, but she stayed silent, waiting for you to continue. You took a deep breath, letting the words spill out. “I feel so stupid for not realizing sooner. You’ve been so obvious about it, but I was clueless. And worse, I didn’t even know my own feelings.” You laughed bitterly. “I’ve always liked you, Ona. But I never thought of it as a crush because… well, we’ve always been so close. It felt like we were already together. I never thought I’d have to say it out loud.” You swallowed the lump forming in your throat before continuing. "And, I was scared that if I had said something, it would do more bad than good." You confessed, being completely vulnerable. "We already were there for each other all these years. I was scared that if I had said anything before, it would drive you away and I would lose you. And I didn't want to lose you." Ona stepped closer, her expression unreadable. “And now? What are you trying to say?” Your lips trembled as you laughed nervously, tears stinging your eyes. “I’m asking if you still want to be my best friend, even after everything I said." Ona’s face fell, disappointment flashing in her eyes. “Oh.” “But—” You reached for her hand with some hesitation. “I also want you to know that I think I might be in love with you." Her lips parted in surprise, her breath catching. Slowly, Ona stepped closer, her eyes searching yours. A smile grew on her face as she took your face in her hand. Without another word, she leaned in, her lips confidently capturing yours. It felt firm and sure as if answering you without using words. Just like that, your insecurities melted away. Suddenly, everything was back to before. No, it's even better than before. It was what you've always wanted, even back when you didn't know that you wanted it yet. When she pulled away, her lips curled into a small, teasing smile. She looked at both your eyes and you gazed into hers, taking in the moment between you. Ona chuckled. “Took you long enough.”

a/n: my first fluff fic <3 please be nice. i appreciate reblogs, comments, likes and messages or requests! i'm open to following this fic up if i get enough inspiration later on <3 taglist: @allaboutnayeli @shayepe @tsaynsp @acrypa24 @iliketozoneout @yapileon @kelseyaparker19 @wosocity @pitchsidestories @micaluvssoccer @lenorelovesgirls @marialife03 @jana22188

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callsign-rogueone · 1 month ago

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hi liz!! how are you doing?

I just wanted to ask if you could do a halloween edition of all the girlfriends dressing up

hope you ok

hi!! I’m doing okay. long weekend this week 🥳

here are my thoughts!! I had the hardest time picking costumes for some of them that could be possible in their universe — so like not pop culture references or anything. and I added how they’d be at a party, too.

Duchess is the one hosting the party, despite it being Xaden’s house — he lets her have the reins because he doesn’t do holidays, even if they’re dark and broody. I’m stuck on what she would dress up as. her and Brennan might not, honestly, with the excuse that “they’re getting too old for this” but at the very least she’d wear a nice fall-colored dress, not her rider’s clothes. she also lets her hair down for the occasion, which Brennan likes very much.

Angel dresses up as an angel, of course. cute, peaceful, and a reference to her nickname from Garrick and the boys. it’s easy enough to put together; a little white dress and a halo. Gare is a big fan of the exposed leg and the wings she’s got on. he’s going to try to pull her away from the party multiple times that night, but Angel is too polite and too shy to leave early, so Gare is a little pouty about that.

Spark is one of those people who does not care about any holiday ever. but Liam is excited about it, so she’ll play along, because she does care about him. Her costume probably consists of a t-shirt and pants, maybe a hat or a headband, but that’s it. Plunk some ears on her, and she’s the black cat to Liam’s golden retriever. Love attempted to convince her to let her draw some eyeliner whiskers — that went about as well as you’d expect it to.

Peach, our sweet healer girl, borrows someone’s flight jacket and dresses in all black to be a rider. (Dain gets over it when he sees how starry-eyed Sawyer is about this.) Later in the night, she steals the hat from Sawyer’s costume, looking him in the eye while she does. he blushes so hard, nearly choking on his drink, but thankfully these city kids don’t know the rule: wear the hat, ride the cowboy.

Darling is hand-making treats for the occasion, obviously, because she’s extra like that. she borrows a dress and shoes from Love or Duchess and is a ballerina 🥹 (this will make more sense whenever I finally finish one of her chapters… anyway) she’s classy and practical through and through, so she’s wearing tights under. and she encourages everyone to drink water and eat some real food to balance out the alcohol and churam.

Love dresses up as a fairy (because she has Tinkerbell energy). it’s easy enough to put together — a little pastel dress (of which she has dozens) and some wings, which she can make flutter with her little wisps of air. she’d make a dramatic entrance by floating down the stairs. Dain is probably a little anti-Halloween in the sense of it being “impractical” and “for children”, because there is no whimsy or fun allowed in the Aetos household, but when he sees how happy Love is, he’s on board. like Garrick, he’s into the dress and the wings, but he has the restraint not to drag her away from the party.

Sweetheart doesn’t want to stand out too much. she’s probably not going to dress up. or if she did, it would be something simple. maybe she’s another black cat with Spark — Liam plays that sunshine role for both of these withdrawn, “cold” girls. she hangs back at the edges of the party most of the night (with Xaden!) and watches it all unfold.

Sunny is also one that’s stumping me right now. she wouldn’t have any impractical clothes or shoes to wear, so she’d have to borrow something from one of the girls or make something herself. she spends a lot of the time bartending for the party, as she’s experienced in that. Aaric stays closeby the whole time, helping her, even though he has no idea what he’s doing. he probably didn’t dress up — he doesn’t seem very whimsical.

#liz.txt #answered #girlfriendverse #too lazy to tag all the couples rn

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fandxmslxt69 · 1 year ago

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Daisy (modern, small town AU)

mechanic!Frank castle x f!sunshine!reader

Warnings: Frank's an asshole lmao. UM me making up shit as I go about cars (i dont know enough abt them okay). Um, Frank works at an automobile shop/garage (he owns it more like but whatever). WRITTEN IN LIKE 3 HOURS AND AN IDEA THAT WAS BIRTHED THIS MORNING. Some swearing, lazy descriptions, probably HORRIBLE structure but idc idc idc.

Synopsis: You just moved to a small town, and just your luck, your car breaks down after a few errand runs. You have no choice but to go to the town's official Mr. Grumpy (Frank) to ask for help.

Word count: 1.8k (WHOOPS)

A/N: BAHAHAH SO THIS WAS BORN LIKE THIS MORNING/LAST NIGHT and i could NOT get the idea out of my head so I had to do SOMETHING about it. Yeah, there'll probably be more to this but FIRST, i have to go study after putting it off to finish this. SORRY IT MIGHT BE SOOO FUCKING OOC AND CRINGE BUT I WAS TOO LAZY TO WRITE IT PROPERLY! this is kind of just a set up/build up bit it gets BETTER promise promise anyway was this just me reading like 10 small town romances and going "all of them, but with Frank?" yeah basically, you're welcome.

Tags: YEAH um @soft-girl-musings its kinda your fault for encouraging me (im kidding ily) and um @runa-falls cuuuz yknow you <3 and Frank <3

Imagine a modern AU in a small little town where Frank owns the only garage there. It’s just a small happy town with a little community that grew up with each other- everyone knows Frank as Mr Grumpy- he’s always got that frown and those eyebrows knitted together in annoyance.

Imagine you’re new in town and you feel just a bit out of place in this tightly knitted community. You try to make some friends, but it’s hard fitting into already tight social circles.

Imagine your car breaking down on your way home from a grocery run. The front of smoking and its making weird jumbling and rumbling noises. You leave the car quickly, not wanting to be inside of it in case something goes wrong. You’re nowhere near your house, and the cute sandals you’re wearing are in no shape to walk the rest of the way. You really don’t want to barge into a random shop and ask for help. But you notice, a little far from the rest of the shops in town, a little store with an ugly neon sign that said GARAGE in big, flickering red letters. You sigh heavily, making sure to grab your keys from the car, along with your purse and phone, lock it, and start walking towards the shop.

Imagine walking into the little automobile shop to find it pretty much deserted. The walls were lined with different tires, tools and various car parts lined the little room with a small area left unlittered for the cash register. And yet, there was no one to man the station. You walk around, feeling hopeless, until you hear voices coming from behind the door at the back of the room.

Imagine walking through the door hesitantly into a big garage, and you’re greeted with the sight of a gorgeous shirtless man in loose jeans stained in grease stains. He’s bent over a car and wiping the windshield while a radio beside him blasts some country tunes. You stood in the doorway, mouth hanging slightly open at the sight. Who could blame you? His hair looked so soft, and from what you could see, his face was probably just godly. He looked heavenly,and he clearly didn’t hear you come in from how loud the music was. You clear your throat lightly, clutching the strap of your purse tightly. “Um, excuse me-” you say as quietly as you can, not entirely sure you want to draw his attention. Yet somehow he still hears you. His eyes snap up to meet yours and the look of peace on his face immediately transforms into a look of permanent annoyance.

Shit. He does have a pretty face. A sculpted jawline and a little stubble lined his jaw. Pretty eyes too.

Imagine the way his eyes would roam over you. Your hair held back in a little ponytail, your short blue sundress with daisies that barely just reaches your thighs. The way his pretty lips would set in a hard line and his jaw clenches, and while his eyes take in your pretty look, the way that dress rides up your thigh whenever you take a step, you can see his jaw tick and the frown lines forming.

“Yes?” He said slowly, one eyebrow raised.

“Um,” You shuffled a bit, carefully stepping into the garage, but making sure to keep a distance from him and the car. “Um, my uh, my car broke down, and I kind of need help,”

He wipes his hands on the towel tucked into the pocket of his jeans, walking around the car to stand in front of you. Well, more like tower over you. He was, to put it simply, enormous. At least 6 foot something with broad shoulders and a deliciously sculptured and defined chest. His muscles weren’t the pretty boy skinny things you’d see at the gym- his biceps looked big enough to crush a man’s skull, and his chest looked comfy enough to use as a pillow.

He clears his throat, and you realise you missed a question. You look up (practically STRAINING your neck) to meet his eyes. He definitely looks frustrated. Maybe he's annoyed that he has to repeat himself.

Imagine how mean he’d be about it- he doesn’t mean to be rude, or to come off as an asshole. He definitely didn’t mean to act as if your lack of knowledge in this situation bothered him. Normally he didn’t care, but the way you looked up at him with big worried eyes and the anxious fiddling of your hands just…ticked him off. He certainly doesn’t mean how condescending his tone is, but he just can’t help it. Pretty girls fucked him in the head.

“What’s wrong with your car, doll?”

You fiddled with a strand of your hair. “Um, I don’t actually know,” He lets out an annoyed grunt, running a hand down his face. “Where’d it stop?” “Um, just a little back,” You pointed behind you. “Not too far. I don’t know, it started smoking and making weird noises. Assumed it was bad, so I came here,” He shakes his head, throwing the towel in his hand to the side and grabbing a shirt from one of the chairs. “Yeah sweetheart, that is very bad,”

“Okay well, I figured,” You hesitated. “Can you uh, can you fix it?” “Depends,” He grunted, pulling the shirt over his head. He’d walk past you out front to grab his truck keys from the cash desk, making a couple more caveman noises to indicate that you should follow him.

Imagine getting to his truck and you stand there awkwardly because there’s no fucking way you could get in there. It’s too high up, and you sure as hell can’t just jump into it. You throw your purse in, brace your hands on the door, and try to lift your leg high enough to reach the step.

Imagine Frank getting so fucking pissed when your dress rides up to barely even cover the curve of your ass and he just places his (very big, very warm) hands on your waist and hauls you up, firmly sitting you on the chair and slamming the door shut.

Imagine how the short drive to where your car stopped is just filled with really awkward silence as you clutch your purse to your chest. Frank's got the radio on, an arm hanging out the window, but his other hand on the steering wheel is holding it so tightly his knuckles are turning white. And he looks almost calm, if not for the way he’s clenching his jaw so hard you think he might shatter his teeth.

You pull up to your car, and Frank whistles quietly as he gets out of his truck and walks over to examine it. “What d'ya do to this thing?”

You practically hopped out of the truck, frowning. “Nothin’! I didn’t even do anything. I was just driving back home and it broke down,”

“Well ya must’ve done somethin’ if she broke down this bad,” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Can you open the front?”

“What if it like- explodes on you? What then?” You ask horrified. That’s a horrible impression to leave on someone.

“Not gonna explode, now open the damn front,”

You nod hesitantly, unlocking the car to open up the front. He tries to blow away the smoke with his hand, but it’s really no use. “Yeah, might need to take it back to the garage,”

“But-” You felt your bottom lip wobbling. How could everything go to shit so fast. “I need to get home!”

Despite how grumpy Frank wanted to stay, he can’t help soften when it’s clear how panicked you felt. He knew you were the newest person in town, and he also knew he’d have everyone on his ass if he didn’t try and help a little more.

But he’s still gonna be an ass about it. “I’ll drive you back to your house and send someone for your car, no need to cry ‘bout it, doll,”

You nod hesitantly, taking a few deep breaths. “Okay. Okay, thank you,” And then you smiled this shy, grateful smile at him and he felt like the air was knocked right out of his lungs. You were gorgeous, he knew that, but looking at you now he felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. You looked….cute. And he wanted to keep that smile on your face. Shit. Imagine Frank realising just how fucked he is, having to help such a cute and pretty girl out, he’d just shut himself off even more. His frown deepens and he only communicates in grumbles and grunts as he drives you back home and calls someone to come pick up your car. He only holds out his hand to ask for your keys- not even uttering a word, just holds out those really sexy hands. He just sits in his truck with his arm out the window as you hop out of the seat and make your way up your porch. He feels so screwed. Even your house looked cute.

“Thank you,” You call out to him.

He raises a hand in return and then he pulls out from in front of the house and drives back to his shop.

You falter a bit, feeling a tad stung at how shut off he is. Maybe not everyone is as open as you were, but he could have at least smiled. You sigh, walking into your house and dropping your purse at the door. You discard your shoes, and head to the kitchen to grab a couple snacks and collapse on the couch, feeling overall exhausted and drained from the whole day. Maybe you won’t have to see Grumpy for another few days- just so you could cool down.

The landline rings a few minutes after, and you frown. Who the hell would have the landline’s number? You get up and answer the phone. “Hello?” “Hey daisy, it’s Frank. You left your groceries in the car,” Frank’s voice fills your ear (god he sounds so…so hot)

Your eyes widen and you gasp in shock. “Fuck, I did!”

He hums in response. “Yeah. Bet you need those, don’tcha?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, I kind of do,”

There’s commotion from Frank’s side, it sounds a lot like someone yelling at him. He sighs heavily. “Alright daisy, I’ll figure somethin’ out f’r you,” And then he hangs up.

Daisy? Figure it out? And why was it so oddly comforting to know he could handle this without you needing to worry?

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle x f!reader #the punisher #jon bernthal

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brimarie0512 · 11 months ago

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Stray kids fanfic ot8 series part thirteen

Slow burn

WC: 3.7k (3,711)

There are pov switches, female reader, use of y/n, nicknames

Warnings: Mentions of food

Summery: Spending the morning with Changbin, Felix, and Seungmin and going out on the town with one of the three after a misunderstanding.

Guess who’s back!!!!!

Chapter Thirteen "Misunderstandings"

Y/n’s pov

I woke up still surrounded by the guys. Most of them were also awake and just on their phones lounging.

“So is this going to be the new hang out space?” I asked drawing their attention away from their phones.

“No doll, this will be your room, I think we were all just tired and wanted to be together.” Chan said while snuggled into my side.

“Is it such a crime that we want to be with you?” Seungmin asked from the couch.

“Well when you put it like that I can't complain.” I said slightly laughing. “So Channie, what's the plan for today?”

“Well majority of us have to go to the studio for a while but Seungmin, Changbin, and Felix don't have to come. Speaking of that, all of the ones that are coming to the company today we have to get ready.” Chan said, starting to sit up. “I will see you later, doll, I love you.” He said, leaning down leaving a kiss on my lips.

“I love you too, have a good day.”

“Thanks doll.”

“Where's my kiss goodbye.” Changbin asked from beside Chan.

“You really are a big baby.” Chan said before leaning in to give him a kiss.

He also gave one to Felix before being the first one to leave the room. The rest of the boys kissed their lovers goodbye for the day and left until it was Changbin, Felix and I on the bed while Seungmin sat on the couch. Changbin was cuddled into the right side of me and Felix on my left.

“So what are you guys doing for the day?” I asked.

“I don't have any plans. I just want to chill.” Said Seungmin.

“Yeah same.” Changbin agreed.

“I just want to hang out in the dorm and maybe bake brownies later.” Felix said beside me.

“Ooh sounds nice, your brownies are amazing. Do you guys want to just have a lazy day and chill in here? We can order food.” I suggested.

“Sounds perfect to me.” Changbin said.

“Yeah, I'm cool with that.” Seungmin said.

“Okay sounds like a plan.” I said. “Do you guys want to order some food?”

“Yeah I will order us all something.” Seungmin chimed in again.

I get the feeling Seungmin is trying to act cool or something because he's still just sitting on the couch and barely acknowledging us while we all wait for the food.

“The food is about to be here.” Seungmin said.

“Okay perfect I will go get it. Lixie, will you come with me?” I said starting to stand.

“Of course sunshine.” He said standing with me.

“Wait, I want to help too.” Changbin whined in an adorable way.

“We can get it Binnie, you can help me when we order lunch okay?” I said to calm him.

“Okay, that's fair I guess.”

Seungmin just chuckled to himself while Felix and I left. There was a knock on the door and Felix answered it taking in the food while I got the utensils. When Felix came into the kitchen with the food I decided I needed to talk to him.

“Lix come here for a second.”

“Okay sunshine,is everything okay?”

“Yeah I just have a question.”

“Okay what is it?”

“Is Seungmin okay? I feel like he doesn't like me very much. I mean I have seen him with you guys and he's not the most affectionate but he still shows that he cares and he at least makes fun of you guys. I feel like he barely talks to me.”

“Oh sunshine. He doesn't hate you or anything. I think maybe he's scared. We have all been together before you came along and you know that. But Seungmin isn't one for change. Trust me he likes you but I think he might just be a little nervous. I can talk to him if you want.”

“No you don't have to do that. I mean it makes sense. I just want him to like me.”

“Trust me he does okay?”

“Okay, thank you Felix.” I said, giving him a small peck on his lips before going back into the room.

Once we entered I placed the food on the bed.

“Hey Seungmin, why don't you come sit over here with us?” Felix said.

I gave Felix a slight glare but all he did was smile at me.

“Yeah.. uh okay.” Seungmin said while standing up.

Seungmin sat on the far right against the wall while Felix and I remained standing, taking everything out of the bag and laying it all out on the bed. Felix got on the bed next, sitting next to Changbin leaving the only space available between him and Seungmin. I reluctantly climbed on the bed situating myself in between the two. Seungmin reached for one of the containers and a chocolate milk and he placed it on my lap.

“Here I ordered this for you, I remember you having something similar before.” Seungmin said nervously, now reaching for his own food.

I opened the container and it was waffles with strawberries and whipped cream just like the first time I ate at the dorm.

“Thank you Minnie.” I said, giving him a kiss on his cheek, making him blush.

I looked over at Felix who just gave me a look of I told you so. I couldn't help but smile at his antics as I started to put on a movie in the background. We all ate in silence just watching the movie for now. As we finished Changbin put all of the garbage in the bag and placed it on the nightstand for now. Once Changbin had done that Felix cuddled into his side as Changbin put his arm around him. I looked over at Seungmin who had noticed the same thing but he had a slight tint of pink on his face. I decided to let him be, seeing as I did not want to make him uncomfortable but soon he reached over, placing his arm around me slowly as if he would scare me off. To show him I didn't mind, I leaned over placing my head on his shoulder. I also placed my hand on his stomach to place it next to his other hand. I slowly intertwined my fingers into his. I was facing the screen but Seungmin leaned down leaving a kiss on top of my head. I adjusted slightly to look up at him and gave him a sweet smile. I then reached my hand up to cup the side of his face bringing it back down to mine giving him a proper kiss this time. I could tell he was surprised at first but he slowly melted into the kiss as I slipped my hand from his cheek to the back of his neck lightly grazing the hair at the back of his neck. We broke away after a moment and he looked over my shoulder at something behind me. I adjusted so I could see what he was looking at and It was Felix and Chanbin Staring at us.

“So much for he doesn't like you.” Felix said teasingly.

“Lee Felix.” I said surprised at the fact he repeated my words from earlier.

“Ooops.” He said again.

“Wait, you thought I didn't like you?” Seungmin asked from beside me.

“Kinda, I am sorry.” I said now upset with myself.

“No, don't be sorry. I am sorry. I just didn't want to scare you off.”

“How would you scare me off? I mean don't you think if I was going to be scared it would have happened already? I mean none of this is typically normal.” I said slightly laughing.

“I know it's just well, besides Minho I am known to be pretty intense. And like I know what youve done with Chan and Han but Chan is gentle when he needs to be and Han is just a sub and well I am not like Han. I was afraid if I got close to you I wouldn't be able to stop and I thought that would scare you off.” Seungmin said, sounding incredibly nervous.

“Minnie, I appreciate your concern but I am not a scared little kitten, you're not going to scare me off. Plus who doesn't love a little fun even if it's new. I promise whenever we are ready you will not scare me off, I know what I am signing up for.” I said, smiling at him.

He sighed. “You really are amazing, just wait until it is the two of us.” He said, smirking.

“I mean you don't have to wait.” Changbin spoke up from behind me.

“Changbin I love you but shut up.” Felix said, lightly slapping his chest.

Seungmin and I couldn't help but laugh at their antics. Seungmin and I went back to cuddling while Felix and Changbin did the same. After watching the movie for a little while Seungmin leaned closer to me and started whispering in my ear.

“I know we had talked about having a chill day but once the movie is done why don't we ditch those two and go out shopping. I want to make it up to you since you thought I didn't like you.”

“I would love to, but what do we do about them?” I asked to shift my eyes to look at Felix and Changbin.

“They will understand plus they would like some alone time, just follow my lead once the movie ends.”

“Okay.” I said with a smile.

The movie ended shortly after our hushed conversation and Seungmin sat up and stretched his arms above his head.

“Hey, y/n and I are gonna go out for a little, I want to make it up to her since she thought I disliked her. Seungmin spoke as he stood up.

“But thats- “ Changbin started but Felix just slapped his chest again.

“That's perfectly fine, I hope you guys have fun. Come on Bini.” Felix said as he started to get up himself.

Changbin whined but eventually got up and started heading for the door. Felix followed after him and before he fully exited the room he looked back and gave me a sly smile but continued leaving.

“See I told you it would be fine.” Seungmin said while still standing against the wall. “Okay get ready, we will leave in an hour and dress nice.” He said before leaving the room himself.

I did not know his definition of nice but I started off with showering anyways. I did my normal routine and when I was done I decided it was time to pick an outfit. I looked through my closet that was now conveniently in the dorm. I picked out a black turtleneck dress that fell on my upper thighs and clung to my curves perfectly. I paired it with a pair of black stockings with a long felt jacket and leather boots that fell just below my knees. I started on my makeup next, doing a natural base and a ;light brown wing on the outer corners of my eyes using eyeshadow and smoking it out slightly. I put on my signature jewelry and put on my favorite perfume before grabbing a small black purse that hung on my shoulder with the bag falling to my midsection. I checked the time and figured Seungmin should be ready for now. I put on a sheer red tinted lip gloss and left my room. Seungmin was standing against the counter in the kitchen looking fine as hell. He was wearing a black button up shirt and a pair of black slacks with leather boots. He was scrolling on his phone but looked up and immediately looked me up and down before smiling slyly to himself.

“Wow you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you Minnie, you look amazing yourself.”

He came over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Ready to go?” He asked me.

“Yeah” I said smiling.

He reached down and held onto my hand as he led me out of the dorm. When we exited the building the car was already waiting outside for us. Seungmin held the door open for me as I got in. He followed after sitting right next to me.

“So I was thinking we should go to this strip I know about. They have good stuff without it being super crowded and busy. Innie and I found it a while back and now we all love it.”

“I love that, it sounds perfect.”

We arrived shortly after. Seungmin got out of the car first and held out his hand taking mine helping me get out. He continued to hold my hand as we walked down the street. Seungmin excitedly dragged me through the small amount of people around and we entered a nice looking shop with two floors full of elegant clothing. Seungmin went and started looking at some coats. He picked out a long black one to try on and it matched him perfectly. He held onto it as I continued to look around. I saw this beautiful deep red dress. It was full length with a slit that goes all the way up to my thigh. Seungmin came and walked over to me.

“That's gorgeous, do you want to try it on?” he asked, feeling the fabric.

“I don't know, it's really fancy.” I said back.

“Money is not an object sweetheart, try it on. Please.”

“Okay, fine.” I said laughing lightly, taking it off of the rack.

Seungmin and I approached the changing rooms where he asked the girl to take me back to try on the dress. Once I entered I undressed and slipped the dress on. I can not lie, it does look amazing and it's sexy. I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and smoothed the dress out before leaving the changing room to show Seungmin. When I walked out of the changing room he looked me up and down.

“Wow, that looks amazing on you, we are buying it.”

“Seungmin you don't have to.” I tried to say.

“No way in hell we are not buying it. It looks fantastic on you. Go get changed and then we will check out.”

“Okay, okay.” I said turning around to go get my clothes back on.

I changed into my clothes again and left the dressing room. Seungmin took the dress out of my hands and put it on his arm with the coat he was getting. He held my hand as we walked up to the checkout line. He paid for both of the clothes even with my protesting. He led me out of the store and into another one across the street. This one was full of shoes. He started off by looking at some sneakers. He found one black and white pair that he liked and then found a nice pair of brown leather dress shoes. After finding his two pairs of shoes he went over to the women's section. I followed him as he looked at heels. He found a nice pair of heels with silver accents that were strappy. He picked them up and held them out to me.

“What do you think about these?”

“I like them, they are really cute.” I said smiling.

“Here, I think these will look perfect with your new dress.” He said handing them to me.

“Seungmin, you really don't have to do this.”

“Oh shhh I want to dress you up nice and pretty so let me.”

“Okay.” I said, still smiling.

“Come on.” He said, leading me to checkout once again.

He placed all three boxes of shoes on the counter and paid once again. It was now late afternoon. Almost four. Seungmin once again held onto my hand dragging me out of the store.

“Wanna go eat something?” He asked.

“Yeah, what are you thinking?”

“Follow me, I know this little cafe.” He said as he once again led me through the crowd.

We rounded a corner and as we did I could see this secluded cafe. It looked really nice and not very busy. We entered and the hostess told us to sit anywhere. Seungmin chose a table in the back right corner in front of the shop's window.

“Is it okay for us to sit here? Normally we have to hide in the back.” I said, looking around worriedly.

“Like I said, this strip is never busy and I like to people watch. Plus you work with us now so I am not worried about people seeing you.” He said, smiling at me.

“Okay, thank you.”

“No need, also I already know what we are ordering so there's no need to look at the menu.” He said with confidence.

Our waitress came over and took our order from Seungmin. We talked for a bit while we waited for our food to arrive. Soon our food came. He ordered two side soups. French onion to be precise. He also ordered us sandwiches. It was toasted bread with fresh tomatoes and mozzarella with garlic and parsley aioli. We both ate our soups first and then ate our sandwiches.

“Wow this is amazing, I am glad I trusted you to order for me.” I said with my hand over my mouth as I talked.

“I am glad you like it. It is one of my favorite things to get here since it's so fresh. Ait till you taste desert.”

“I can't wait.” I said smiling.

We continued eating and when we finished seungmin went up to the front to return our dishes and order dessert. Soon our dessert came and he had ordered a slice of carrot cake. It was really good. The perfect amount of savory and sweet but not overly sweet like most of them tend to be. We ate our desserts talking lightly and then Seungmin went up to pay for our meal and refused to let me pay for anything. He took my hand as we walked back to the car as the sun set. He placed our new clothes and shoes in the back before sitting next to me.

“So I assume you will be coming to our dinner again tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yeah, I think so at least.”

“Trust you will be there, there is no way in hell Chan will let you stay home.” He said laughing.

“Yeah you're probably right.” I said laughing lightly myself.

“How are you feeling? Ya know, like starting work with us soon.”

“Honestly I am excited but I can't lie, I'm a little nervous too. This is all so new and different ya know.”

“That makes sense but I know you do well and I hope you will like it.”

“I am sure I will Seungie, thank you.”

“Of course sweetheart.”

The car then pulled up to the dorm and we got out. Seungmin grabbed our things and led me inside. He brought my new things to my room.

“Thank you again Seungmin, I had a lot of fun today.”

“Of course, it was my pleasure. I am sorry about the fact you thought I didn't like you but I really do.”

“Its okay, I can see that. To be honest it's just my own anxieties. Especially because this is all new and different.”

“That makes sense. It's all going to be okay, you are an amazing person and you fit right in with us and our family. I am glad you're here, we all are.”

“Thank you Seungmin.”

“Anything for you sweetheart. Goodnight.” he said as he leaned in, placing one hand on my cheek before kissing me.

Once we broke away we said our goodnights. I put my new things away and laid down on my bed. I was scrolling on my phone when Changbin came in.

“Hey gorgeous, how was your day?” he asked.

“Hey Binnie. It was good. How was yours?”

“Goog, good. I wish I got to spend some time with you.”

“I am sorry Bin, why don't you spend the night in here?”

“What about Chan?”

“He will be fine, I promise.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Of course Bin. Why don't you come here so we can cuddle.”

“Okay.”

With that he climbed onto my bed with me.

“I just have to put on some pajamas. This would not be comfy to sleep in.” I said laughing lightly.

I got up and picked out a black silk tank top and matching shorts. I got undressed with my back facing Changbin. I slipped on my much more comfortable clothes and turned around just to see him staring at me.

“Oh, um sorry.” I said meekly looking at the ground.

“No.uh… it's okay, I've just been around the guys so much. I haven't seen a girl like that in a while. I am sorry.”

“It's okay, Bin. I promise.” I said laughing.

I went and crawled back up the bed and sat right next to Changbin resting my head on his chest. We put on a movie and spent about two hours like this when I felt my phone vibrate next to me.

Channie🐺: I will be coming home soon. Sorry its so late.

Y/n♥️: It is okay, just so you know I am in my room, Chanbin is going to spend the night with me.

Channie🐺: Okay, no problem. Can I still say good night when I get there?

Y/n♥️: Of course Channie, see you soon

Chan came home within the hour and when he did he came and knocked on my door.

“Come in.” I said as I heard the knocks.

“Hey doll, I just wanted to come say goodnight.”

“Of course Channie. How was your day?” I asked.

“It was good, just long. How was your day?”

“It was good, I went out with Seungmin and now I'm here with Binnie.”

“That's good, and I hope you both sleep well, I will see you both tomorrow.”

“Goodnight Chan.” Changbin said.

“Goodnight Channie.” I said.

Chan leaned down and gave both Changbin and I a kiss before leaving the room. Changbin and I went back to watching movies and fell asleep cuddling each other.

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#skz #skz x reader #slow burn #lee felix #kim seungmin #seo changbin

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flowersarefreetherapy · 2 years ago

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You Are My Sunshine: pt. 9

CW: Self-hatred, implied past violence, negative internal dialogue, past conditioning

(takes place a few days after this piece)

They had already talked it out. Robin said it was fine, Thad assured them it wouldn’t happen again, and they went to talk with the young man. Star. That is his name. Robin went to talk to him and everything was supposed to be fine. That’s how it’s supposed to work out.

But as Thad sits there, staring at his students as they laugh about something, he can’t stop thinking about the kid. And not just him, but the others they have taken in over the years. All Romantics, all pretty faces and perfect voices and calculating movements. He loves them, he really does, and he wants to help them, want them to get out of the training and the walls that have been placed around their lives, but there's always something when he looks at them. Their beauty which has kept them alive this far is a glaringly obvious difference to his scarred skin and missing hand.

“Mr. Castillo?” Philipp runs up to him, holding up his worksheet. “Lilia drawed on mine!”

Thad forces himself back into the moment and kneels down so he is on the same level as the young boy. “I’m sorry, Philipp.”

“I looked away and then she drawed on mine!”

Thad takes a deep breath and lets Philip lead him to where the other kids are sitting. The rest of the day is spent with reading and addition and no time to think. Normally he enjoys the time, but he can’t do that now. He can’t have his brain spiraling.

When he gets home, there is a pot of rice on the table, the air thick with the smell of curry. He smiles and hangs up his jacket and keys.

“I’m home, sunshine!”

“Hey,” Robin walks into the hallway. Their hair is up in a messy half bun, a few strands falling around their face. Thad recognizes the button up they’re wearing as his own; a light blue plaid. “Dinner is ready.”

“Thanks.”

His smile doesn’t last. It drops and Robin’s follows. They step forwards, gaze darting between his eyes.

“Thad? What happened?”

“Is Star here?”

Robin frowns. “He’s in his room. Why? Thad, what happened? You’re scaring me.”

“It’s nothing,” Thad says. “Well, nothing important. It’s just stupid.”

Robin reaches out and takes his forearms. Their thumbs rub across his skin, passing over scars long devoid of feeling. Thad rests his forehead against theirs, letting out a long sigh. He closes his eyes and rests in safety, allowing his muscles to relax. Whatever he is struggling with means nothing when he’s with his partner, when they can take it on together.

“Thad, honey, what’s wrong?”

“I–I’m not them.” Their question is all it takes for his barriers to come crashing down. His voice cracks on the words, his hand starting to shake. “I’m not pretty and I’m not desirable and the only thing I’m good for is fighting and killing and I don’t know how to make you happy and–”

“Thad, what-what are you talking about?”

“Them,” Thad whispers. “The others.”

Robin’s eyes widen. They’ve drawn the connections and he can see the wheels of their mind start to turn, picking apart whatever arguments he is about to throw at them.

“They were wanted,” Thad breathes, holding onto Robin’s hand to keep from drowning. His eyes burn. “They were wanted.”

He remembers seeing them through the bars he can never forget, in that dark room where the smell of blood and urine burned his nose and eyes. Grinding his teeth behind the tight muzzle they clamped around his face, watching with hatred as the pretty, clean Pets fawned over their owners, got to have fresh water in little cups, ate bright food that wasn’t mush. He hated them, hated when he looked up, standing in the middle of the ring, covered in blood and sweat with a body at his feet, and there they were, sitting there in laps, kneeling with smiles on their faces. They were loved, they got to go home to soft beds and warm blankets and a master who loved them, not threw them away at the first sign of weakness.

Then there were the ones he saw even further back, the ones he doesn’t like to think about. Surrounded by white walls and white floors and white uniforms. They were the ones all the handlers wanted to have. He remembers them standing over his body, warm blood running down his face as they talk about one of them. Words he doesn’t like, describing things he doesn’t want, all while he struggles to breathe through cracked ribs. They were the ones who got candy and gifts and their training was always better, always leaving them breathless and smiling, not screaming for mercy he will never receive.

“They are always wanted,” Thad chokes out. Blinding pain stabs into his temples. Phantom pain lances up his arm from where his hand once was. “Always! No one wants the ugly ones, the stupid ones, the dumb mutts.”

Once a dumb mutt, always a dumb mutt. You know that. Stupid, thinking you could be anything else.

“Thad, you are none of those things. You are brave and smart and funny and handsome, you are so handsome.”

Robin’s hand cups his face and Thad leans into it. He can’t remember the last time he has spiraled this far. He meets his partner's gaze, holding it as he tries to match Robin’s steady breathing.

They would make a beautiful Romantic.

Thad recoils. Where the hell did that thought come from? Bile burns the back of his throat as he struggles to recover, but he knows the truth. Their auburn hair and hazel eyes would have been enough on their own, but once their easy grace is factored in . . . Thad shakes his head, pulling his mind away from that very dangerous path. His palm sweats, his skin crawling with the sensation that he has been defiled.

“Thad, look at me. What happened?”

Thad shakes his head. It’s the most he can manage. How can he explain that to Robin? How could he ever explain the full darkness coiled inside of him to the person who loves him the most? Robin, for all their beauty and love and kindness, could never know. They know how horrible the world is, but they can never understand all he has done, all that he is capable of doing.

He looks at them and sometimes, instead of seeing his partner, he sees the fifty ways he can kill them without a weapon. He looks at them and sometimes he knows he can take whatever he wants without asking and they won’t be able to stop him. He looks at them and sees a beauty who never deserved a beast.

“Come on.” Robin leads him to the couch and they pull him close. Thad presses his head in the crook between their jaw and shoulder, tears burning his eyes. “Shh, love, I have you. You’re home, you’re safe, you’re loved. You aren’t there. You’re with me. Do you remember your name?”

He nods. He hasn’t forgotten, he just remembers more than he wants. It isn’t the answer Robin is looking for, so he forces himself to swallow back a sob and whisper, “My name is Thad Castillo. Your name is Robin. You’re my partner. I love you.”

Good mutts speak when asked questions.

“I love you too,” Robin responds. “You’re safe, Thad. And whatever is going on, whatever lies they told you, they’re just that. Lies. You have value and you are not the lies they told you.” They rub circles across his back, forcing his tensed muscles to relax. “You are not a mutt. You are a man and you are my husband.”

Good mutts have owners. Good mutts belong to their masters.

Thad clenches his hand into a fist, sharply exhaling. His wedding ring digs into his finger, pinching the skin. The moment of pain brings clarity. Robin shakily exhales, their breath ghosting across his face.

“I love you,” they whisper in his ear. “Nothing will change that. I love you, I chose you, I want you by my side for the rest of my life.”

Good mutts stay with their masters. They protect their masters.

Thad nods. It’s easier than trying to combat the lies. He nods and can feel the tension training from Robin’s body. Good. They aren’t panicking. He hates when they panic and he doesn’t know what to do.

Stupid mutt. They don’t want you. They’re smart. Why would they want a stupid creature like you?

Tagging: @pigeonwhumps @blood-is-compulsory (let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

#implied past violence #angst #conditioning #negative internal dialogue #self-esteem issues #bbu universe #self-hatred #bbu #pet whump #Thad #Robin #sunshine house #amputee character

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pinksparklelps · 2 years ago

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For that ask game, answer whatever you want here!! Especially 30 :3

Hell yea

First of all i am doin great my friends n I are cutting down every tree in the forest because its funny

1: Pinksy was my first oc! And she has developed quite a lot. One thing about her is that her sweater used to change color depending on her mood. And also she had a sparkle form. Ive changed her drastically over the years because of learning about how to make a proper character and im proud of pinksy

3: Maple is probably my biggest self-insert. Back in elementary i was a BIG fan of splashkittyartist and kinda made my own little world based of it. I went by the nickname maple back then and loved cats so maple was born. Shes never had any big story stuff, she just always represented me

6: plenty of my ocs are storyless atm. But having the multiverse gives them a place to hang out and just exist! Im not sure if some will get a story, but characters like stonewalker eventually got one so its a possibility

7: I absolutely love Omu and Tichis friendship!! I love writing them together and how they interact. I see it as a found family situation and they both love each other /p after being found and accepted by tichi, omu simply refuses to leave this pink ray of sunshine

13: the story with the most lore is probably Sanctuary Of Wilted Flowers, as i have the entire plot written down and have thought about making little oneshots for everyones time before the main story events. Following it would be a tie between Lilystar And The Warriors Of WingClan, Crystal Colors, and The Spirits Of The Seasons

20: Im incredibly proud of SOWF and Crystal Colors!! I draw the sowf gang a lot, as well as melody and mute from CC

21: might sound cliche but ever since i was a kid. I would make up stories with friends about fairies, i would draw with a kid at school, i drew a lotta undertale fanart, and i even used flipaclip back then. I still carry that dream of becoming an animator, but i probably wont be there for a while

25: unsurprisingly fantasy! I love being able to make entirely new worlds and new rules they follow. Magic and creatures and robots and everything really fascinate me and i love drawing/writing them

26: i really like Warriors and Wings of Fire. My parents did try to get me into Harry Potter a few years ago but it just never stood out to me and was incredibly boring. Glad because i hate the author with a burning passion

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majormeilani · 4 years ago

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so many things to want to drraaaawwww but brain and hands said naaaaaahhhhh

#i want to draw ale and donut #i want to draw fritz and jer #i want to draw norie and zeta #i want to draw calandra and ruben #i want to draw a giles moment bc it's funny #i want to draw the sunshine kids just hanging out together #grrrrr

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lveclouds · 2 years ago

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↬ pairing: childhood best friend! hoseok x reader, other members might be mentioned, txt makes appearances <3

↬ genre/aus: fluff, slightly heavy angst, non idol au, college/university au, friends to lovers, slow burn (like slower than the sloth in zootopia slow)

↬ wc: 5.6k

↬ summary: in which you and your longtime best friend experience all of your firsts.

↬ rating(s): pg15, nc17 (see warnings)

↬ tw: heavy swearing, mentions of alcohol, light alcohol consumption, heavy angst (im sorry i couldn’t resist), happy ending, mutual pining (ah yes we love her), hoseok is an actual sweetheart but a bit oblivious, mentions of stress (bc college/uni can be a pain, briefly mentioned), mentions of heartbreak, rejection (brief)

↬ note: this drabble is loosely inspired by the song ‘best friend’ by conan gray, which is another song that i have had on repeat lately, and is part of my ongoing ‘footnote’ drabble series! i’ve had lots of fun drafting and writing these drabbles, and i hope you all are enjoying them <3 it feels really good to be putting out fics, it’s been too long :’) also, i kind of strayed a bit from the original meaning of this song bc i’m a sucker for romance ahaha :) + oh and this drabble is dedicated to the angel herself, cam (aka @sunshinejunghoseokie) bc she’s sunshine personified, just like hobi <333

hoseok had always been there, a constant and comforting presence in your life. it’d all started on a warm, sunny afternoon in april, when the weather was just right, and your mother had decided to take you to the local park for some fresh air. after she’d settled down on a park bench and had dismissed you with a gentle, loving smile, assuring you that it was alright for you to go and “be a kid”, as she’d put it.

you’d smiled with pure delight, running around and feeling the cool wind wash over you. you’d soon gotten distracted by a butterfly flitting by, its paper thin wings pure white, and it fascinated you, for how could such a plain color look so ethereal? your nine year old self was easily swayed, and the sight of the tiny butterfly was no exception.

you’d watched in awe as it flitted around with ease, occasionally pausing to land gently on a clematis, its white wings a stark contrast against its light purple petals. the butterfly was like art in motion, gliding smoothly through the air effortlesly. “it’s pretty, right?” a voice had said from beside you, and you’d yelped in shock, turning to see who’d managed to sneak up on you.

though you were much too young to know what beauty really was, the young boy who’d silently materialized beside you seemed to be the visual representation. he was about an inch taller than you, with wavy, black hair and hazel eyes, features delicate. a sheepish smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you, it’s just… you looked so peaceful and i didn’t want to bother you.”

his voice was kind and gentle, yet soft, impossibly so, as if he were afraid of scaring you. “i-it’s okay, i was just a little surprised.” the boy’s expression brightened. “i’’m glad! my name’s hoseok, by the way, what’s yours?” “y/n.” you’d replied, feeling a smile of your own tug at the corners of your lips as you held out your hand for him to shake. when his hand engulfed yours, soft and warm, you knew that this was the start of a long-lasting friendship.

it’d turned out that hoseok had newly moved to seoul from gwanju, and was now living in the house adjacent to yours. thus, every afternoon, you’d always hang out together, running around and letting out loud shrieks of joyful laughter as you played tag, giggling when you’d use chalk to draw on the sidewalk, hands covered in pink and purple and blue and yellow dust, grinning mischeviously as you purposely jumped into puddles as you played in the rain, ignoring your parents’ warnings that you’d both get sick, curled up next to each other when you’d both ran a high fever, small hands grasping each others’ tightly.

then, middle and high school drifted by, with you and hoseok both navigating the ups and downs of your teenage and adolescent years, dealing with puberty and crushes and the like. middle school was quite uneventful, as the majority of it was spent with you teasing hoseok over his voice cracks and he with your first crush, jeon jungkook, who was a transfer student from busan and had the prettiest pair of doe eyes you’d ever seen.

hoseok would relentlessly tease you about said male, laughing when you’d blush profusely anytime he’d so much as look in your direction, and that’d you should just tell him how you felt. of course, you’d refused to do such as thing, and thus spent the remainder of eighth grade pining after jungkook from afar.

then, high school came and went, and college fast approached, with you and hoseok starting to branch out and meet other people, as well as be involved in your school community, joining clubs and the like. hoseok even joined the male dance team one year, and you the art club, having had a penchant for drawing and painting as a child. it was during your junior year of college that both you and hoseok experienced your first heartbreak.

for you, your first heartbreak had come in the form of choi soobin, who was a tall and kind-hearted senior who’d caught your eye the minute you laid eyes on him during summer orientation. he’d been with his older sister and brother at the time, all of them towering over half of the people in your group, and you’d fallen instantly, admiring the sharp slope of his jaw and the curve of his soft mouth.

you’d somehow managed to muster up the courage to confess to him, stumbling and stuttering over your words, and then, a long stretch of stunned silence. after what seemed like an eternity, soobin awkwardly cleared his throat, hand rubbing the back of his neck, smiling nervously. “i’m really, really, sorry, but i’m not looking for a relationship right now. you seem like an amazing girl, though, and i’m sure any guy would be lucky to date you.”

all you could so was apologize profusely, ducking your head so soobin couldn’t see the fresh tears forming, of which he waved off with a kind and sad smile. “no, no, it’s okay, no need to apologize, i’m sure it took a lot of courage for you to be so honest with me. i hope we can still be good friends, though. that is, if you’re willing.” despite yourself, you’d nodded, giving him a watery smile, and gotten his phone number before giving him a small wave as he turned and left.

though soobin had been an absolute sweetheart about the whole situation, even going as far as wanting to be friends with you, it’d still hadn’t taken away the sting of the rejection. you’d ran to the school’s dance studio after, tears in your eyes, and one of hoseok’s teammates, lisa, had immediately ran and gotten hoseok, who’d been getting ready for rehearsal in the boys’ locker room.

you didn’t even have to say anything before hoseok pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a warm embrace, rubbing comforting circles on your back. you’d immediately started sobbing into his shoulder, blabbering about how guilty you felt for interrupting his practice, and hoseok, ever the evangelist, had said, “y/n, don’t be ridiculous. some stupid dance practice can wait, but comforting my best friend can’t. now hush and cry your heart out, love, it’s okay.”

and so, you did exactly that, sobbing profusely into the crook of hoseok’s shoulder, which was warm and solid and familiar, and comforting. he’d spent the next few weeks watching all your favorite movies without complaint, making sure to bring over your favorite snacks and alcohol, letting you use his lap as a pillow, carding gentle fingers through your hair.

this was familiar to you, as you and hoseok had done the same as kids, curled up next to each other on your living room couch, eyes glued to the tv, watching an animated movie or show, enjoying each other’s presence and company. you were grateful that hoseok was so comfortable with you that seemingly intimate moments like this just felt natural, casual, even.

then, you’d finally gotten over the stinging (yet polite) rejection from soobin, hoseok had just experienced his first heartbreak. he’d had a little crush on one of his dance teammates, jisoo, who was slim and gorgeous and kind, and told you over lunch one day that he was going to finally confess.

you’d immediately encouraged him to go for it, and that you’d be waiting to hear all the details later. as soon as hoseok had gone to his next class that same day, you immediately texted soobin, who’d you surprisingly gotten closer too, ever since the initial rejection.

he had become someone that you could confide in and text at random intervals throughout the day. you message threads consisted of memes, cute pictures of puppies and his pet hedgehog, odi, who was actually very adorable, despite soobin’s insistence that he could be quite the brat at times, and so on. and, on occasion, “intel” on fellow students. thus, what’d led you to texting him abruptly one afternoon, momentarily distracting yourself from writing an important paper.

do you know anything about a girl named jisoo?

jisoo? ah, isn’t she on the dance team with hoseok hyung?

yeah, that’s her. do you know anything about her?

not much. i just know that she’s a transfer student, she arrived here sometime last year or so

well, do you know anyone who knows anything about her?

i might. why? what’s with the sudden curiosity?

ah, well, it’s really not my place to tell.

this information isn’t going to be freely given, i’m afraid <3

you rolled your eyes. soobin was always one for dramatics, it seemed. you sighed, before writing, you’re a pain in the ass, you know that? fine. hoseok’s planning on confessing to her sometime after their dance team’s practice tonight. happy? and if you breathe a word about this to anyone i will kill you.

i’m very happy, thank you very much. and, yes, i’m very much aware. my roommate, taehyun, tells me that all the time actually :) AND OMG WHAT??? ARE YOU FR??

you snorted and wrote, yes. insantly, soobin began typing in reply. the bubble started and paused, and then, finally, the message came. finally, some interesting shit is happening for once at this hellhole of a school. i’ll text you all the info later <333

you huffed a laugh at soobin’s dramatics, setting your phone aside and trying to focus on the paper you’d been trying to write for the past hour, the soft blue glow from your laptop illuminating your features. this essay is going to give me a headache, i just know it.

true to his word, soobin had texted you an hour later, with the information he’d gathered about jisoo, courtesy of his best friend, choi yeonjun, who happened to be on the same dance team as both hoseok and aforementioned female. apparently, jisoo was a film major, and had joined the dance team about a year after she’d transferred to seoul.

and, according to yeonjun, jisoo wasn’t really one for relationships, and had no known romantic partners, nor crushes. when you’d learned this small piece of information, your heart had sunk immediately, stomach curling with dread. hoseok’s going to be devastated.

a few hours later, just as you’d feared, a text from hoseok came. meet me at the gazebo near the fountain. please, was all it said, and you immediately knew something was wrong. the aforementioned gazebo, which was located on the east side of campus, was where hoseok often went when he was feeling down or just needed to clear his head.

you’d immediately shrugged on a light hoodie and slipping on a worn pair of sneakers, slipping quietly out your door, not wanting to disturb your roommate, who’d fallen asleep hours ago, exhausted from her long day of classes, locking it carefully behind you.

when you’d finally reached the gazebo, your heart immediately broke at the sight before you. hoseok was sitting on the bench, hugging his knees to his chest, body shaking with quiet sobs, and you’d rushed over, not bothering with words as you’d gathered your best friend into your arms, hugging him tightly and rubbing comforting circles on his back.

just as hoseok had done for you, you spent the following weeks watching all his favorite films, bringing him his favorite drinks and alcoholic beverages, letting him use your shoulder as a pillow, carding gentle fingers through his soft hair.

it’d felt like old times, when you’d comfort each other during a sad film or after getting scolded by your parents for misbehaving. little words were spoken, for you and hoseok always understood each other, and always knew what the other needed, and thus words were not needed.

a few months later, when hoseok was seemingly over jisoo’s rejection, he’d started seeing aureum, an arts major, who had a lovely, friendly face and dark, wavy hair that fell just above her shoulders. you’d had the pleasure of meeting her one day, when hosoek had finally decided to introduce you after they’d been going out for weeks. you’d been a bit apprehensive, but had agreed to have lunch with her and hoseok, to see if this girl was really as lovely as your best friend had described her to be.

to your relief, aureum seemed to genuinely like hoseok, and was sweet and unfailingly polite and forthcoming. she also had a passion for dancing, just as he did, and had even decided to join the dance team he was on. and, she was as lovely as hoseok had made her out to be, and you’d immediately taken a liking to her, especially after expressing that one of her favorite films was howls moving castle.

their relationship had started out smoothly at first, and your heart was warm and delighted at seeing hoseok so happy. aureum seemed to adore your best friend, for there was no mistaking the fond smiles and looks of pure, unadulterated adoration she’d send him. they were quite adorable together, you’d admit, always going out on cute picnic dates, walking to class together, and even dancing together.

then, you’d started to see less and less of hoseok, who’d spend more time with his girlfriend, too infatuated to realize that he was starting to pull away from you. you’d tried not to let it bother you, for this was the first time in a while that you’d seen hoseok so happy, and you’d never forgive yourself if you tried to deprive him of that happiness.

so, instead of feeling bitter about how your best friend was spending way more time with his girlfriend than you, you’d thrown yourself into your coursework, letting yourself be distracted and occupied with assignments and exams and the like. and, when you’d have free time, you’d hang out with soobin. and, you wouldn’t say you were purposely avoiding hoseok, but then, it wasn’t entirely a lie either.

aforementioned male seemed all too happy to indulge you, for he always asked you to hang out after classes, and you’d spend hours with him at the park or at the campus starbucks, laughing and talking about nonsense. and, soobin had decided to introduce you to his friends, who were all very kind and a bit chaotic, and “absolute menaces” (soobin’s words).

first was his roommate, taehyun, a wide-eyed music major who, despite soobin’s insistence that he was an “absolute menace to society”, was an absolute sweetheart, and a little quiet and soft-spoken. then, there was yeonjun, a dance major and who’d been the one that had had provided details on jisoo. and, according to soobin, he was known to be a massive flirt, and many females (and some males) were putty in his hands. but, he was also very caring and the eldest of their friend group.

lastly, there was beomgyu and huening kai, two freshman who’d transferred to seoul recently, both also music majors, along with taehyun. beomgyu was loud and a bit chaotic, and huening kai was also equally as chaotic and a bit loud at times, and also one of the tallest people you’d ever met, save for soobin.

aforementioned males were also very kind, albeit a bit too honest at times, but very fun to be around nonetheless. they’d all accepted you into their friend group fairly quickly, and you’d found yourself spending a lot of time with them outside of classes, getting korean barbeque, a drive-in movie, and the arcade, where you’d giggle over how competitive they all were, especially when it came to air hockey. it’d also served as a distraction from how hoseok was spending more time with his girlfriend.

and, one day, hoseok had finally noticed. it was a sunny afternoon, of all things, and you’d been holed up in the campus library for hours, trying to draft an essay for your english literature class, hands hovering above your keyboard, mind whirring for ideas. he’d abruptly burst into the library, earning a few annoyed glances by people around you, but hoseok had paid them no mind.

he’d immediately walked right over to you, confusion and sadness written all over his face. you’d tried to act casual, simply looking up at him over your computer. “what’s wrong?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral, and hoseok had frowned. “shouldn’t i be the one asking you that?” he whisper-yelled, and you’d blanched. “what are you talking about?”

“why have you been avoiding me?” hoseok had blurted, and you’d immediately froze. shit. you hadn’t expected him to confront you directly about it. there was no way you could tell him that you were feeling hurt because he wasn’t spending as much time with you as he usually did. “n-nothing’s wrong, and i haven’t been avoiding you, i’ve been busy with assignments.”

hoseok had rolled his eyes, clearly not buying into your blatant lie. “don’t bullshit me, y/n, we’ve been friends for years, don’t think i can’t tell when you’re lying.” though his tone had been calm, you knew him well enough to know that he was pissed, for you could hear the hidden anger in his voice.

and that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore, and something in you snapped at his words. “well, if you’re so curious, it’s because of you. you’ve been spending more time with aureum lately. and before you yell at me and spout some bullshit, i don’t hate her. i adore her, actually, and i don’t care if you spend time with her, she’s your girlfriend, for fucks sake. but, when you start to neglect me, your best friend, might i add, it kind of stings. i’m not fucking expecting you to spend every minute of everyday with me, but we’re friends, you asshole. you’re not supposed to just forget about me, it’s like our friendship doesn’t even matter to you anymore.”

you were practically rambling at this point, trying to keep your voice as even as possible, fighting back tears of anger and frustration. “i didn’t want to say anything because i know you’re going to think i’m being overdramatic or whatever. but just so you know, i tried not to resent you. i mean, i loved how happy you were, and i would never forgive myself if i took that away from you.”

you exhaled slowly in an attempt to soothe your anger, to no avail. to your frustration, hoseok had just stood there, mouth opening and closing, as if he wasn’t sure what to say. you packed up all your things in a rush, shoving them in your backpack, and fled the library, not sparing a hoseok another glance. after the confrontation, you’d somehow ended up in soobin’s dorm, not wanting to go back to your own, for it was a place that you’d spent a lot of time with hoseok in, and you didn’t want to be reminded of them at the moment.

soobin, ever the angel, had immediately ushered you inside his dorm, running to fetch you a warm blanket to wrap around your shoulders, gently guiding you to sit on his comfy living room couch while he made you a cup of hot chocolate. to your surprise, soobin didn’t question you, demanding for an explanation as to why you’d suddenly shown up at his dorm in the middle of the day, eyes red-rimmed from crying.

he’d just sat beside you on the living room couch in companiable silence, putting on a drama for background noise, and he’d even let you rest your head on his shoulder. “i’m sorry for disturbing you.” you’d whispered after a while, voice slightly hoarse, your now empty mug of hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table. soobin had just shaken his head, giving you a sympathetic grin.

“you’re not, don’t worry. taehyun wouldn’t mind, either. and besides, we’re friends, and aren’t they supposed to be there for each other in times like this?” you’d smiled, despite yourself. “yeah, they are.” then. soobin had started talking about random things, light blue eyes sparkling as he rambled away, and you let him talk your ear off, listening to the comforting timber of his voice.

it’d seemed like hours before there was a knock at soobin’s door, and you felt your stomach curl with dread, knowing exactly who it was. thankfully, soobin only gestured for you to stay put while he went and answered the door. sure enough, it swung open to reveal a frazzled hoseok, jet black hair unruly. “i-is y/n here?” you heard soobin let out a deep, resigned sigh.

“she is, she came here a few hours ago. why?” he asked calmly. “we had a bit of a disagreement earlier, and i just wanted to make sure she’s okay.” you internally scoffed at his words. he wants me to apologize? absolutely not. “well, i can assure you she’s alright. a little emotionally damaged due to a certain someone, but she’s okay. for the most part, at least.”

though soobin’s voice was deadly calm, you knew him well enough to hear the hidden anger in his tone. “i-i didn’t know she was-” “of course you didn’t, because you were too busy with your girlfriend. aureum, was it?” hoseok blanched. “h-how did you-” “y/n tells me everything, asshole. now, you either apologize for hurting her or you get the hell out. your choice.” soobin’s voice was uncharacteristically cold, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

hoseok had apologized, tears streaming down his face, shakily reaching out to clasp your hands in his, and your weak, fragile heart had forgiven him instantly. you knew that you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, it was virtually impossible, especially when he was always so sincere.

then, weeks later, it’d seemed that hoseok and aureum weren’t speaking to each other, for he would scoff and roll his eyes everytime his phone would ping with a new message from her, or when she’d try to call him at ungodly hours. you hadn’t wanted to ask, for hoseok didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about aureum. then, that’s when you’d witnessed a heated argument between them. hoseok had texted you to meet him at the campus starbucks, and so, after a long day of classes, you headed over there, humming softly to yourself as you went.

then, that’s when you heard the yelling, causing you to hover awkwardly in the doorway of starbucks. “what is she to you?!” aureum screamed, tears streaming down her face, mouth twisted in anger. hoseok seemed to be having a hard time containing his own anger, hands curling into fists. “aureum, i already told you, she’s my best friend. i’ve told you this a million fucking times, but you won’t fucking listen to me.” hoseok snapped, voice uncharacteristically cold.

aureum was unfazed as she let out a patronizing laugh. “you expect me to believe that bullshit? i see the way you two look at each other, there’s no fucking way you’re just friends. what’s so special about her anyway? isn’t she always hanging around soobin and his friends? she’s such a-” “don’t you fucking dare insult her in front of me.” hoseok snarled, and aureum’s expression darkened, mouth twisting into a scowl.

other students, bless them, were pretending not to notice the couple arguing, instead feigning interest in the colorful paintings on the walls or the veritable mountain of papers and textbooks scattered on their tables.

“or what? what are you going to do, hoseok? slap me? i’ll have you reported if you do.” she taunted, dark eyes gleaming, and hoseok gritted his teeth, jaw clenching. “i-” “kindly fuck off, aureum.” you said cooly, abruptly cutting him off. said female whirled towards you, dark eyes blazing with a mixture of annoyance and anger.

“he’s not lying to you, you know. i am nothing but his mere best friend, we’ve been friends since childhood. hoseok’s never cheated on you, and even if he did, it certainly wouldn’t be with me. if you actually doubt that hoseok would do such a heinous thing, you’re delusional. he’s one of the most honest and caring guys i’ve ever met, and if you don’t see that, then, i honestly don’t know what to say to you.”

aureum was practically fuming at this point, hands curling into tight fists, nostrils flaring. “what the fuck? who the hell do you think you are to tell me this shit? you don’t get to stand here and insult me.” she spat, and hoseok let out a resigned sigh. “aureum, we all knew this wasn’t going to last long. i mean, i enjoyed all the times we had together, but if you can’t trust me the way i do you, then maybe we shouldn’t let this continue.”

aureum’s eyes widened. “what the hell are you saying?” she asked, lips quivering. “i’m saying that maybe we should take a break. it’s not an official breakup, but i think we need time away from each other, figure things out.” “fine, but don’t come crying to me if you end up missing me too much.” she hissed, and with a withering glare towards you, she stormed out of the starbucks, the door slamming behind her.

“i’m sorry about her.” hoseok mumbled, pale cheeks flushing with shame. “i didn’t expect her to start yelling at me so suddenly, i didn’t even say anything to her.” you shook your head. “no, it’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for.”

“thank you, by the way. for speaking up for me, i mean.” you waved off his thanks with a dismissive hand. “don’t mention it, you looked like you were about to strangle her, i thought i’d save you the trouble.” hoseok snorted, and you fell into an easy and light conversation as you went to order your drinks, the tension in the air slowly fading.

weeks passed, and hoseok seemed much happier without aureum, throwing himself into dance practices, as well as his classes, having late night study sessions with you when he wasn’t stuck at the dance studio. much to his relief, he’d said, aureum had quit the dance team. and, throughout those long weeks, you found yourself falling in love with your best friend.

it horrified you, for hoseok technically still had a girlfriend, they were just on a break. you felt ashamed for even entertaining the thought of hoseok being yours. idiot. he has a fucking girlfriend, for heavens sake, you can’t develop feelings for him.

thus, you tried to ignore the aching feeling in your chest whenever hoseok would give you that gorgeous smile, the one that made his hazel eyes practically sparkle, crinkling at the corners, the shiver that ran down your spine at the loud, full bellied laugh that would spill out of him after you’d tell him an awful joke, or the way his voice sounded in the mornings when he’d call you to come over and bring him a cup of coffee, low and raspy.

it also didn’t help that hoseok was infuriatingly gorgeous. dark hair that fell over perfectly chiseled cheekbones, hazel eyes that were always full of mirth and pure, unadulterated joy, plush lips, and, oh, his smile. it was utterly devestating, the effect it had on you. it lit up his entire face, and it never failed to take your breath away. his voice was soft and deep and gentle, and, not only that, hoseok was kind and intelligent and witty, not to mention one of the most caring people in your life.

you weren’t sure when your feelings had started, but you knew that there was no denying your feelings, especially when you’d noticed that you’d blush when hoseok would do so much as look at you, for heavens sake. fortunately, hoseok was much too oblivious to notice that you’d started to get a bit flustered around him, and for that you were a bit grateful.

you were determined to keep your feelings for your best friend under wraps, no matter what it took. then, one cool, spring night, hoseok asked if you wanted to go to the gazebo with him for a bit, to get some fresh air. of course, you’d said yes, thinking nothing of it, for thet request was nothing new. so, there you were, sitting under a gazebo with the person who always made you feel safe, looking up at the stars.

the air was cool and crisp, and you were grateful that you’d worn your favorite beige cardigan over your loose, black t-shirt. a comfortable silence settled around you, and as such, your mind started to wander. hoseok was sitting close to you, too close, in fact, to the point where your shoulders touched, warmth radiating from the former. you were grateful for the darkness, so hoseok couldn’t see the blush threatening to form. “so, why did you call me out here? i assume it’s not just because you wanted to see me.” you joked, and hoseok let out a soft chuckle.

“you always see right through me, huh?” you nudged his shoulder playfully. “of course, i mean, we’re best friends, aren’t we?” hoseok turned to face you, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating his sharp features, and you tried not to stare at the slope of his jaw. “y/n, i need to tell you something, and i need you to promise me something.”

he sounded nervous, tone slightly shaky, and immediately, your heart sunk into your stomach. “of course, hoseok, you can tell me anything. and anything.” “promise me that you won’t hate me.” you nearly flinched at his words. “hoseok, i could never hate you.” you whispered softly, and saw the corners of hoseok’s mouth curve into a sad, small smile.

hoseok took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling with the thudding of your heart. “i like you. a lot, actually. i’m not sure when it exactly started, nor when i realized it, but you’re the only person that’s always been by my side. and, ever since we met in the park that one afternoon, i knew that i wanted to have someone as beautiful and amazing and kind and brave and honest in my life, even if our relationship didn’t turn out to be romantic. you’re brilliant and loving and caring and the most stubborn person i’ve ever met, and though i tried to convince myself that what i felt you for was purely platonic, it was no use.”

“and, before you say anything, i broke things off with aureum. i decided to do before i came here. there was no use in trying to save our relationship anyway, we were doomed to fail from the start. i was a fool for ever thinking that you were just a friend to me.” after the confession had spilled from his lips, you’d sat there, stunned, heart pounding.

“w-what? y-you l-like me?” you stammered, and hoseok let out a soft laugh, running a hand through his messy black hair. “yeah, i do, and i’m sorry it took me this long to realize.” “i-i like you too, hoseok, i have for a long time.” you murmured, quiet enough for only hoseok to hear.

“c-can i kiss you?” he asked, hazel eyes soft. “yes. please.” your heart was pounding wildly as hoseok pressed his lips to yours, butterfly soft and almost fleeting. feeling a surge of confidence, you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into him for a proper kiss, feeling hoseok smile as his mouth slotted perfectly into yours, hand cupping your cheek gently.

the kiss was long and sweet and felt like coming home, and you felt hoseok arms wrap around your back, pulling you into him, and it was pure bliss. it’d taken a lot for this day, this moment, to happen, but you wouldn’t have changed it for the world, not one bit.

a/n: the ending was so bad wtf anyways i hope you all enjoyed this <333 i’m having so much fun writing these superache based drabbles, and i hope you all are enjoying them as much as i am <3 shoutout to @joonlery and @sunshinejunghoseokie, my fellow conan enthusiasts i literally adore y’all so much mwah <3333

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little-fairy-forest · 3 years ago

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Hii I just wanted to say I love your blog and I also wanted to ask if you can make a small Drabble or Imagine from your previous head canon Class 1A meets Todoroki's older sister reader, like where the reader bist and but this their kid is a little older like maybe a toddler and the boys try and use the toddler to get close to the reader😂and you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to you

🍀Hello sunshine! This has been sitting in my drafts for far too long im so sorry 💀 hope you enjoy my unorganized mess

Class 1-A meets Todoroki's older!sister | 2

Platonic, fluff

S/n = son's name

So you came back to visit Shouto again with s/n, he missed him like mad since Shouto hasn't been able to visit home in a while

When you showed up with s/n, everyome recognised you immediately as Shouto's sister. They all instantly said their hellos and making you feel welcome

"How are you y/n?" Midoriya strikes up as he waits for you and s/n to swap out your shoes for slippers, he bends down to s/n height to say hello

Your kid was definitely similar to shouto since they instantly his behind Shouto's legs as you went to go say hello too, you knew it would take a while to get him to talk to all of Shouto's friends again

"Hello!" Kaminari makes his way over to s/n putting his hand up waiting for a high-five off s/n, which never came

"Uhh...thanks bud," Kaminari said deflated, he had an idea to get him to talk though

"Hey kiddo, do you know what your moms favourite sweet is?" Kaminari hopes that what the answer is he has in his section of the kitchen

"Um..anything sour" s/n says as he fiddles with the ends of his shirt, trying his best in conversation

"Perfect!" Kaminari dashes to the kitchen in hopes to return with the sweets to give to you and then have you complement Kaminari on his kindness

"Oi brat, go ask your old hag if she wants tea...im makin' a pot anyway" Bakugou tries to cover his tracks incase anyone suspects he wants to make you tea personally :')

"No she likes coffee" S/n was really fed up of people asking questions about his mommy, why not ask him questions about himself?

"Hey s/n do you want to colour with me?" Kirishima offers as he has a hero themed colouring booked layed out for the boy to play with. S/n eyes lit up, like seriously colouring? Yes please

Kirishima and s/n sit colouring together their favoruite heros as they chat about kindergarten and the hardships of learning how to count

Bakugou bring you your coffee especially made just for you since your not a big tea drinker, is that a cookie was well? Your in luck because Bakugou never shares his cookies!

Unfortunately your currently munching on the sour sweets Kaminari brought over for you and Shouto. Kaminari sends a smug look in Bakugou's direction as you thank Kaminari for sharing. Bakugou's angry glare vanishes as he watches s/n run up to you with two coloured in sheets for you too look at

"Mommy mommy look what me and Kirishima made!" S/n bounces with delight as you look so amazed at these drawing coloured in, are they coloured inside the lines? Of course not but its the thought that counts.

"Mommy I coloured in the All Might one and Kirishima coloured in the Red Riot one!" S/n points out as he grabs his drawing to show you in detail,

"Oh wow! I must hang these on the fridge later!" You gush as s/n beams with happiness because his artwork is going on the fridge! Best day ever for this young child

Kirishima sends a glace towards Bakugou who's teacup is shaking due to his anger and Kaminari is deflated on the couch since he wasn't able to get your attention like that

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After a long day at the dorms filled with you chatting to all Shouto's classmates, whiched included you helping Sero with his maths homework since you were "really smart" accoring to sero. You helped Shouto explain to s/n as to why he stays at the dorms, ugh! It's been a long day.

You look around the common to find your sleepy son napping on one of his newest friends. Who's that friend you might ask? Well only his best friend, *ahem* Tokoyami because he let him feed dark shadow an apple before dinner....

You stare at your son looking all cute until you felt a hand tap your shoulder. Kaminari smiles at you and asks you a risky question

"So as you can see, s/n is fast asleep, and of course never wake a sleeping baby" he starts off and you start to laugh as Kaminari mentions s/n as a "baby" sure he was your baby but still.

"Soooo you could spend the night–" Kaminari is cut off by an angry Shouto

"Absolutely not, y/n needs to get home with s/n, there isn't any beds available–" Shouto was cut off by a desprite Kirishima

"I can share my bed! It's the manly thing to do!" Bakugou cuts in angrily

"Hah! As if! Y/n would want a nice bed to sleep in with s/n, not some crusty ass bed you got! They can take my bed I'll take the couch" Bakugou offers proudly as if he won the argument

You start to laugh at these boys attempts to get you to stay over...you were aware of their actions all night but it was worth it to see Shouto's reaction. You speak up before Shouto gets too pissed at his friends hitting on his sister

"Unfortunately we do have to go home as my partner will be coming home from work soon" you say as you watch their faces drop

You never mentioned a present partner if your life– obviously s/n got here somehow!

As you wave your goodbyes you think to yourself "maybe i shouldn't visit for a while for Shouto's sake"

Thank you for reading!

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errorpeachy · 3 years ago

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hello :) i hope you are having a fantastic day ^^. I'm currently re-watching soul eater and am in soul eater blog mode fgujergiub- would it be possible for me to request crona, death the kid, patty, and maka with a very apologetic, nurturing, and motherly fem! s/o? like she always cooks for them, and whenever something isn't even their fault they blame it on themselves and apologize like crazy? she also overworks herself a lot? thank you :) have a fantastic day :D - nonnie :)

🍑💭: That’s completely okay! I’m like this too so this was really fun to write!

Pairing: crona, dtk, patty, maka (separate) x fem! reader

genre: headcanons

cw: fem/fem presenting reader

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪

『••✎••』

𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕒

❥ Have they died and gone to heaven?

❥ No but seriously they are so thankful for your existence

❥ You’re like a saving grace after all the things they went through with Medusa, they love you so much omg

❥ You must always cook for three because if you don’t, Ragnarok tries to eat Crona’s food (menace to society)

❥ They’re always quick to express their love for your food, often saying “This is really good… thank you for cooking.”

❥ Any time you do anything for them, they make sure to thank you, it’s very sweet and it shows that they appreciate everything

❥ In terms of being apologetic, they get it. They’re like that too

❥ However, just because they’re the same way doesn’t mean they let you get away with it

❥ “It’s okay, you didn’t even do anything wrong. There’s no need for apologizing.”

❥ They’re very reassuring, and it’s like a breath of fresh air from your constant worrying

❥ While they appreciate you doing things for them, they’ll take over if they notice you’ve overworked yourself

❥ Their words are firm, and they tell you “Go rest, Y/N. I’ve got it, I promise. I don’t want you to make yourself more tired…”

❥ You both compliment eachother so well :’)

❥ (can you tell they’re my favorite character)

𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕕

❥ Oh he adores you

❥ Although there’s never really much to clean, considering he keeps the mansion spotless, he appreciates it when you try to keep it tidy

❥ Falls in love all over again if you fix things up to make them symmetrical again before he notices and freaks out

❥ You help him with his OCD in little ways and he adores you for it, you don’t see him as weird and that makes him so happy

❥ Loves your cooking. The sisters love it too and will force him to invite you to spend the night just to eat your food and steal you away for girl talk

❥ While he can be straight faced most times, he’s very dramatic whenever you tell him he isn’t asymmetrical garbage when he’s having a meltdown

❥ “Really? Y/N- you’re the best girlfriend ever, seriously!-“ followed up by dramatic sobbing

❥ He’s pretty blunt when it comes to you being apologetic. You don’t do anything too bad most times, so there’s no need for a repeated apology

❥ “Hush, you’ve done nothing too bad. A quick sorry was enough, there’s no need for repetition.”

❥ While you do take care of him in some aspects, he’s quick to do the same with you

❥ Again, he’s very blunt. If he doesn’t want you to do something, he’ll be straight up

❥ “Y/N, you look exhausted. I’ve noticed you’ve been working hard lately, so go lie down and take a nap. No arguing.”

❥ All in all, he’s firm but caring in the way he treats you <3

𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕪

❥ Oh this ball of sunshine just loves you

❥ She’s very childish (and clinically insane) so you’re a really big help for her

❥ She draws you pictures. You hang all of them up on your wall. Couple goals

❥ Liz is an overprotective sister, so she was pretty threatening until she realized you were basically harmless

❥ Patty likes your cooking. She always wants you to teach her how to cook, but any time she tries to help, something ends up going wrong

❥ You both just laugh it off and order pizza when that happens

❥ Very often, she’ll ask you random questions, and you always do your best to answer them

❥ “Hey Y/N, why are giraffe’s necks so long?” “It’s because they evolved to have longer necks to reach tall trees for food, dear.” “Ohhh! Haha, you’re so smart!”

❥ She’s always confused when you start getting overly apologetic

❥ “What are you apologizing for silly? You didn’t do anything!”

❥ She’s not one to notice if you’re tired, but if Kid points it out or you mention something about it she’s quick to jump to caring for you

❥ “Hey hey! Why don’t you go rest? We can cuddle! Doesn’t that sound great?”

❥ She’s so cute :’)))

𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕒

❥ Same lol

❥ She is also a mom friend, just more aggressive

❥ You guys do a lot of things together, like cleaning and cooking

❥ The two of you cook together pretty often! Maka really likes it, she finds it fun and it’s a nice way to spend time with her loving girlfriend

❥ You often buy her new books to read and she is so thankful for it

❥ She doesn’t like it when you get apologetic. She’ll frown at you and listen to your rambling before cutting you off

❥ “Hey, it’s alright. Don’t apologize, ‘Kay? You didn’t do anything.”

❥ She overworks herself too, so she’s aware she’s being hypocritical when she calls you out and scolds you for not resting

❥ But she loves you and just wants you to take care of yourself :(

❥ “What do you mean you haven’t been sleeping right? Have you been staying up trying to work?” “Well, yes, but-“ “no buts! You’re taking a nap with me right now!”

❥ She gets free cuddles out of it so it’s a win win!

❥ She likes the fact you’re much more passive, it helps calm her down

❥ The two of you r just so similar, it leads to great bonding experiences <333

#soul eater #soul eater headcanons #crona gorgon x reader #crona x reader #crona gorgon #maka albarn x reader #maka x reader #maka soul eater #crona soul eater #death the kid x reader #death the kid #dtk x reader #soul eater dtk #patty thompson #patty x reader #Patty soul eater

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queenz-z · 3 years ago

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daminette head canons

whenever damian tries to be affectionate, but awkward with mari and she sees him struggling she pretend she doesn’t notice how awkward it is

damian only smiles at pictures and things with mari

damian likes to draw realistic things, but occasionally he’ll draw mari, but doesn’t show her

when mari sleeps he likes to admire her beauty and wonder how he got so lucky in a not creepy way

mari pretends she doesn’t notice when damian awkwardly wraps his arm around her shoulders

mari likes to bake damian cookies whenever he’s upset

damian will force marinette to stop sewing to have at food and water

damian is soft for marinette

sometimes he’ll just hug her by the waist when she’s sewing bc he wants cuddles

marinette thinks damian is the biggest sweetheart while the others just look at her weirdly

damian takes marinette on picnic dates all the time

they spend some of their dates with Titus

damian gets jealous bc alfred the cat likes marinette more

damian almost ran with an emergency kit to marinette’s place bc she said she was bleeding

damian will kill for marinette and he’ll let others know

damians blood pressure raises by 100x whenever marinette goes to the fabric shop at night by herself

marinette always tries to help alfred in the kitchen

damian always tries to stop marinette from becoming a tim

marinette and dick do trapeze together

marinette loves to shoot with jason bc she’s a natural

damian was in awe staring at marinette punching a pervert

marinette helps the little kids in gotham by making clothes and baking food

marinette pouts at every inconvenience and damian thinks it’s cute

damian doesn’t like marinette hanging out with jon bc two sunshines in the same room is deadly also bc he knows she’ll tell jon that he actually sees him as a brother

marinette sees right through superman/clark kent which is why he never x-rays her bc he thinks she knows

marinette tried to go parkouring as a civilian but damian thinks she’ll hurt herself

damian overreacts anytime marinette hurts herself

damian tries to stop marinette from overworking herself

marinette has tiktok and whenever she records videos damian somehow always ends up in the background

damian had to stop marinette from doing a certain tiktok dance

daminette is trending on twitter

cass and mari have a secret connection no one knows about

marinette knows lois lane from her connection to nadja chamack

damian would at first be jealous when marinette calls adrien ‘kitty’ and when adrien would call marinette ‘bugaboo’ (it’s completely platonic dw)

i need jason and marinette sparring and her catching him off guard and damians just watching the whole thing afraid marinette would hurt herself

bruce would want to watch marinette spar one of his sons and damian would just put an end to all of it

alfred would vouch for marinette anytime she needed to transform

one time they were at a coffee shop damian asked a random girl to check the bathroom stalls looking for marinette when she transformed as ladybug and was in a battle

damian always asks beforehand going to mari’s place

damian is always a gentleman

damian always asks “may i?” before doing anything

damian always thinks WWMD (what would marinette do?) before doing anything that involves people’s feelings

*im updating more*

Masterlist

#maribat #ao3 #reading #mlb x dc #miraculous ladybug #cute #head canon #daminette

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rileythelonelyalien · 3 years ago

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Sun x gender neutral!reader

Soon enough the lights had extinguished the darkness, naptime was officially over. Moon had already retreated to his and sun’s shared room hidden within the daycare, now you were just left with sun … and the kids. Almost instantaneously the children who were once so peacefully asleep, now fully replenished of their energy began to laugh and play which was only fueled by sun’s antics. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you watched sun draw and play with the kids, however you ended up staring for too long as sun had caught you and proceeded to make direct eye contact with you. “Hey there sunshine! Are you feeling left out? You can sit here and draw with me and the kids, right?”. The children all brought their focus to sun as they all agreed to letting you hang out with them. Thus, sun enthusiastically patted the free seat next to him as you made your way over to the table. Glitter glue and crayons were strewn out all over the table with each child seated making their own little masterpieces and having conversations amongst themselves. Sun gently pulled you down to sit beside him, his impatience becoming more evident. His hand unknowingly staying clinging to your arm you awkwardly smile before saying “uhm sun? You’re still holding my arm”. Once sun had realised, he quickly pulled his arm away in fear that he was making you uncomfortable in any sort of way which was of course untrue.

Surprisingly hours seemed to fly by with the children and sun and it wasn't long before you had to return each child to their parents. Once you bid the last child farewell you head back into the daycare with sun patiently waiting for you. Before you had the chance to say anything he pounced onto you, although he knew better than to put all his weight onto you, he wouldn't want to injure you. Cold steel arm wrapped around you as he brought you into a hug “Oh sunshine today was so fun, and you looked like you were having so much fun! If you ever feel left out again, do not be afraid to come to me. I'll make sure you'll have tons of fun!”. At this point if his smile could get any bigger it definitely would.

There was small silence as you tried to organise your thoughts yet they are once again thrown into disarray as you feel sun’s face place gently pressing against your cheek as he makes a kissing noise. Although he is unable to properly kiss you, you knew exactly what he just did. Your face began to burn, your skin feeling hot as it turned into a deeper tone. You look at sun with a quizzical look as you question him “what was that for sun?” your voice coming out as squeaks unable to mask your surprise. He let out a hum “To be honest sunshine I'm not sure it's just what felt right, I'm sorry if I've been out of place”. His hold on you loosened as he began to place your feet back onto the soft floor of the daycare. Without out thought you blurted out “ah no sun you haven't been out of place it was just a surprise is all, I just didn't expect you to like me back-” you stopped yourself ‘oh my god how STUPID am I just confessed to him without meaning too!”. You mentally facepalm yourself as you regret ever opening your mouth.

Barely being able to hold your thoughts together you feel yourself being lifted off the floor once again “do you? Do you really like me?” sun excitedly blurts out as he spins you around in his arms, his sudden outburst making you bashful you respond with “of course I do” Your skin continues to burn. Sun lets out a joyous laugh as he continues to spin “oh sunshine I love you so much I won't ever let you have a bad day” Out of sheer excitement he stops spinning just to pepper your face in kisses. You can’t help but laugh as he showers you in his affection, giving you a full fuzzy feeling in your heart. ‘Oh, how I wish for this moment to last forever’

A/N: heyo sorry that this fic is slightly shorter than my previous one but I'll make sure to make longer ones in the future, my writing skills are not best but I still hope you enjoyed regardless! :D

#sundrop x reader #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf sundrop #security breach sundrop

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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only you and me

w/c: 6.7k

warnings: angst, mentions of weed, and some swearing

summary: whenever peter tries to tell you how he feels, harry gets in the way

a/n: ahhhh hi my loves! my mini writing break is over :,) life has been just a mess for me and i’ve been way more critical than usual about my work but i’m doing a little better and ready to get back into everything! this helped me a lot so i’m excited to share it with y’all <3 it’s also my first time writing harry osborn so lmk how i did lmaooofwfjj but yeah pls enjoy

“dude, she’s right there! just tell her!” ned whisper yells to peter, elbowing him for emphasis. they’re hidden behind a wall to watch you at your locker. you’re grabbing books while betty rants to you and mj rolls her eyes. “not now. she looks... busy,” peter gulps, gaze trailing down your body. he always finds excuses to put off telling you how he feels.

or rather, excuses find him. something comes up every time he gets the courage to do it. he has no idea why he’s so scared because he’s pretty sure you like him back. pretty sure. there are a few reasons why you might not. also, plenty why you might. you stay up late texting most nights, and you’ve even flirted a couple of times. it never fails to make peter blush. he trips over his words whenever he tries to flirt back.

he’s had feelings for you since the first time you two hung out alone. none of your other friends could make it, but you happily took him up on his offer to come over. you grinned through his whole apartment tour, asked about may and what she does. when peter showed you his room, you even complimented his movie posters, much to his surprise.

“really? you don’t think they’re, like, dorky?”

“no, peter. your interests aren’t dorky. everyone likes what they like.”

and, he liked you. he knew it from that point on. you’d know it too if the universe wouldn’t keep stopping him from saying that.

“she’s so...” peter pauses for a second. him and ned watch you pull betty in by her shoulders as if you’re going to kiss her. she dodges you, mj pushing her back, all three of you giggling about it before you grab betty’s hands and give her words of encouragement. “cool,” peter finishes, turning back to ned. “i mean, how she puts herself out there like that.”

“what’s stopping you from doing the same thing?” ned points out with a knowing smile that peter returns. you make it look so easy. whenever you’re comfortable around people, you can let go of any doubts you have. you stop worrying about what they might think and instead do what you want. it’s inspiring to peter, and heart warming getting to be one of the people you’re fully you with.

he wishes he could apply your wisdom himself.

peter shakes his head, staring down at the floor. “oh, you know. anxiety, fear of rejection. that fun stuff.” “so, yourself,” ned concludes, clapping peter’s backpack so hard it makes him stumble forward. betty and mj wave goodbye to you before heading to their first class. you’re still getting your things together at your locker. this is peter’s moment.

“come on, dude! y/n’s not busy anymore. you got this.” ned keeps his hand on peter’s back, adding on, “it’s been a year already.” “half a year,” peter corrects him in a mumble. he’s liked you for a really long time. “ok, i’m going. wish me luck.” he takes a deep breath and focuses in on you. “aw, dude. you don’t need it.” ned gives him one last pat on the back. “good luck, though.” “thanks, man. see you in trig.”

right as peter starts heading over, harry comes up behind you and covers your eyes. you squeal, jumping up and turning to him, laughing as you playfully hit at his chest. he brings you into a hug where your face is buried in his sweater and probably inhaling his super strong, super expensive cologne.

that’s what’s stopping peter, harry freaking osborn. his own friend.

peter quickly loses the tiny bit of confidence ned gave him. he figures it might be better to hold off on his confession and get an early start to class. unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen. harry has already spotted him and calls him over.

“hey, pete! come give us some love, eh?” harry beams, an arm slung around your shoulders and you smiling up at him. you direct your smile to peter when he slumps his way to your locker. his lips pull into a barely noticeable frown. you notice. “there’s my guy. why so down, sunshine?” harry offers his fist for a fist bump. peter gives it to him, eyes staying on you.

harry osborn. where to begin with such a specimen? he’s the perfect combination of everything you’d want in a guy. he gets good grades, he’s a star player on on the basketball team, nice to everyone and makes you laugh, popular yet fits right into your small group.

he was friends with you before the popular thing. what kicked it off was him making varsity basketball while only being a sophomore. yep, he’s unreal. since then, he’s been balancing his cool life and also hanging with “the nerds,” as he likes to call you. he got his own feelings for you along the way. peter can tell.

he’ll give you rides home, compliment how you look, basically act like your boyfriend without really being it. it absolutely infuriates peter because he doesn’t compare to harry in the slightest. if he were you and had the choice between himself or harry, he would pick harry.

it’s been a factor in why he hasn’t come clean about how he feels yet. he’s not trying to create a love triangle that he doesn’t stand a chance surviving in.

“for real, peter. you good?” you ask him, eyebrows knitted together in concern. “fine,” peter lies and musters up a smile. “i’m just tired. didn’t sleep too good last night.” you’re only more concerned now. this has been happening to him a lot lately. you search for his eyes. “again?”

“aw, man. you need something for it?” harry punches peter’s shoulder and lowers his voice. “i know this kid who-“ “harry, stop.” your words are serious, tone lighthearted. you throw your head back on his arm. “do you really know a kid?” “i’m not telling you,” he says in an overly happy voice, you humming the same way. peter feels like he’s third wheeling.

“i was telling pete.” harry looks at him expectantly, peter’s mouth dropping open while he thinks of what to say. harry likes to mess around. this is a different level, though. “no thanks. i- i shouldn’t. i’m-“ “relax, i don’t know a kid,” harry chuckles and points at peter. “your face right now.” it’s completely flushed. you knock into harry’s side.

“ok, well literally no one laughed. you’re scaring him,” you tell harry sternly. peter tugs tight on one of his backpack straps. he doesn’t feel like he’s third wheeling you two now. he feels like your kid. he’ll never let ned mettle in his love life ever again if this is where it gets him. “he knows i’m kidding, y/n/n. right?” harry checks with peter. you make a face at him that says you aren’t convinced.

he switches his arm from you to peter, drawing him into his side. “look, pete. i’m sorry. the only kid i know who’s selling is chocolates for his band trip.” you’re satisfied with that, grinning at both of them. peter forces a laugh and nods. “no worries, man. i gotta get to class.” “good boy,” harry lets him go. “bye, pete. we’ll see you at lunch,” you remind him. he gives you a tight lipped smile. “see you, y/n/n.”

you and harry continue practically spooning each other as soon as peter is out of sight.

what the hell is going on?

peter is back to being grumpy, plopping down in his seat next to ned. their teacher has the lesson plan pulled up on the smart board. ned looks from it to peter, almost jumping in his seat. “oh, you’re back already? how’d it go?” “it didn’t go,” peter huffs, copying down the aim. he’s only doing it so he doesn’t have to look ned in the eyes while telling him he bailed. again.

“you didn’t do it?” ned repeats, peter writing something about pi and a unit circle in his notebook. he bites the inside of his cheek. “you have to do it at some point,” ned sighs out and picks up his pencil. even he’s getting tired of this, and ned never gets tired of a good friends to lovers moment. “i think she likes harry,” peter says under his breath. “huh?” ned gasps.

peter doesn’t feel like explaining the extremely awkward moment he just finished living. although, it wouldn’t hurt to get a second opinion. “y/n. he came over, and they kept hugging and whatever.” “they always do that,” ned almost scoffs, their trigonometry teacher moving to stand in front of the class. “yeah, but he had his arm around her the whole time we-“

the bell rings and cuts their conversation short. peter struggles to label the unit circle they learn about when his mind is filled to its capacity with images of you and harry all over each other. it’s not daydreaming. this is a nightmare. maybe, he actually will be having sleep problems.

peter’s morning is relatively decent after that. he gets to do an experiment with mj in chemistry, and she lets him take the lead for once. spanish is easy, health is okay, then he has a free period, then it’s lunch. things can only go downhill from here.

he thinks about hiding in the library until it’s over, but it’s the thought of harry eating your face that gets him to drag himself to the cafeteria.

flash is at the head of your table talking to harry when peter gets there. great, now he can’t eat his soggy chicken fingers in peace. “sounds dope. let’s go on the-“ flash stops saying what he was saying and nods at peter. “penis parker, you’re late.” peter takes his seat on your left, harry on your right. you glance over at him to make sure he’s okay. he acts like he doesn’t care, peeling open his milk carton.

“just text me later, man. get outta here,” harry dismisses flash, the two of them doing a bro handshake before he leaves. he’s well aware of his and peter’s history. he keeps them separate for the obvious reasons. peter appreciates it because saying no to flash is nearly impossible. he shouldn’t be so mad at harry, should he? he’s a good friend.

harry’s arm snakes around your waist and brings you closer to him. never mind.

“who’s up for sushi later?” he asks the table, everyone agreeing and saying how awesome that sounds. everyone except peter. you tap his shoulder with a small smile. “what about you, peter? you coming?” he realizes you’re all waiting for him to respond and puts down his milk. “uh, i can’t. homework,” he lamely answers.

“dude, we have homework, too. just do it a little later,” ned suggests, betty laying her head on his shoulder. you share a look with her, your eyes wide and a grin on your lips. that must have been what you were talking about this morning. she asked for boy advice. ned advice. why can’t this crap work out for peter?

“i really can’t. sorry, guys,” peter half heartedly apologizes.

he misses the disappointment that crosses your features because he’s pouting at his lunch again.

“homework, huh?” mj tests him, squinting as she takes a sip of apple juice. harry nudges peter’s side with two fingers. “you still mad about the sleeping thing?” “sleeping thing? what sleeping thing?” betty wonders while ned rests his head against hers. a quiet laugh slips out of you as you lean in to tell her.

“peter said he couldn’t sleep last night, so harry offered him...” you mime rolling a joint. “i said no,” peter clarifies, rolling his eyes at the inevitable teasing he’s about to get. none of you have even smoked besides harry. you’re being annoying about it. “of course you did,” mj sighs and kicks her feet up on the table. “unrelated to what y/n just said... harry, i have insomnia.”

everyone bursts into laughter at that, betty shoving her side and you pulling harry by his torso as he pretends to go into his backpack. peter wants nothing to do with any of this. he usually enjoys joking around with the group, even if it’s at his expense because it’s from a place of love.

today feels like you’re straight up making fun of him. harry might as well invite flash to join in.

“alright, alright, alright. enough of the weed talk,” harry decides, you removing your arms from him and grabbing your coffee. “you’re such a bad influence.” your voice drips with sarcasm. you bend the straw and take a sip while scooting closer to peter. “you really can’t come later? i feel like i’ve barely seen you today.” that’s on harry. “i wish i could, y/n/n,” peter exhales. “i’ll text you later, okay?”

you don’t get to answer because mj tugs on your arm, distracting you from peter. she explains how she has to do an art project on what it means to be a woman and needs help brainstorming ideas. you’re full of them, offering up an interesting perspective for her to use. peter smiles to himself as he listens in. you find a new way to impress him every day.

he should tell you that.

“hey, y/n?” “listen to her! you’re seriously my idol,” betty gushes, so loudly you don’t hear peter. not a single thing has gone in his favor at this table. he gives up.

peter locks himself in his room when he gets home from his overall terrible day. he does homework like he said he would, only taking a break for dinner, giving one word replies to may’s questions about school. he’d much rather be having sushi with you. he would’ve gone if the others didn’t.

after dinner, it’s back to grumbling and scribbling down answers. there’s a knock at peter’s door around ten o’clock, which he assumes is may saying goodnight. “i’ll be done in a few minutes, may! love you.” “it’s y/n,” you reply, the smile clear in your voice. his eyes go comically wide. that’s the last thing he expected to hear. “oh. uh, come in.”

you’re holding a small takeout bag, shutting the door behind you and walking over to his desk. you meet his twinkling eyes in the dim light that hits off his walls. from his open window, you faintly hear cars as they rush by and honk their horns in the distance, accompanied by a fresh breeze. it’s cozy, safe. it’s peter.

“hey. what’re you doing here?” peter questions, leaving his pencil in his binder and shutting it. you shake around the plastic bag. “i saved you a roll.” he bites back a smile, getting up from his chair. “may let me in. she was really chill about it,” you continue and hold out the sushi for him. “it’s a california roll. i wasn’t sure what you wanted, and everyone likes those.”

peter lets his smile spread out and takes the bag from you. “thanks, y/n/n. i was honestly hoping one of you would have leftovers.” you laugh softly, peter setting the bag down on his desk. he scratches the back of his neck. “did you guys have fun?” “yeah. i missed you, though.” you clasp your hands behind your back. “everyone did.”

“i feel bad i didn’t go. just... things felt off today,” peter admits the real reason he stayed home, you letting out a breath. “it was harry, wasn’t it? god, he was being so weird.” your arms drop back to your sides. “there’s a difference between playing around and actually upsetting people.” by people, you mean peter. no one else seemed too bothered by him. “i’m sorry, peter. i tried to make him stop.”

“no, you don’t have to apologize,” peter assures you sweetly, grabbing one of your hands. “it’s not your fault, okay? he probably didn’t realize what he was doing. the jokes landed.” he’s referring to ned, mj, and betty finding harry’s comments hilarious. you lace your fingers with peter’s and frown. “this isn’t like him. maybe he’s stressed about a game.” your gaze drifts off to the side, what you see getting you to perk up.

“is that new?” you ask peter, leading him by his hand over to a poster he put up recently. it’s for 13 going on 30. you showed it to him a couple of weeks ago, and he clearly liked it a lot. any movie that makes it to peter’s wall is a special one. “mhm. i got it literally right after you went home the night we watched,” he chuckles and looks over at you while you study the poster.

you turn to face peter again, keeping your hand tight in his. “were you gonna tell me something earlier? at lunch?” he’s confused for a second, then he remembers your ideas for mj’s art project. the fact that you cared enough to bring it up after all these hours makes his stomach do summersaults in the best way. he shrugs and gives you a smile.

“the stuff you were saying about femininity and how there are so many ways to define it,” peter starts, you grinning back at him, at how he took an interest in what you were saying. “you’re so smart, y/n. you make me wanna be better.” a light pink dusts his cheeks. “peter, you’re a feminist?” you coo, joking but genuinely wondering at the same time. he squeezes your hand. “duh.”

“i thought so,” you nod, taking in the rest of what he said. “you think i’m smart? i trust you because you’re way smarter.” peter pffts in response. “i’m only good at, like, physics. you’re good at things that really matter. smart in that way.” you’re feeling your own face get hot. you swing yours and peter’s hands back and forth. “why are you the nicest person ever?”

the answer to that, may, peeks her head into the room. “hey, kids. it’s getting late.” she notices your intertwined hands and shoots peter a smirk. “i thought you were a cool aunt,” he teases, you sadly letting go of him. “she is. thanks for having me over so late,” you tell may on your way to the door. “oh, stop it. you can come over any time.” she puts a hand on your arm. “thank you so much,” you murmur back.

you walk backwards to the doorway, may leaving you two to say your goodbyes. “wanna hang out only you and me? on friday maybe?” that should make up for everything earlier. “yeah, of course. friday is perfect,” peter agrees and bounces on his feet as excitement takes over him. “thanks again for the sushi.”

“no problem. goodnight.” it’s taking every last bit of power in you to not freak out. “night. text me when you get home.” he presses his tongue into his cheek. you slowly pull the door shut. “ok, i will. bye!” it closes, leaving peter skipping across his room to his bed on one side and you doing a little happy dance on the other.

the next day at school, everything is back to normal. honestly, better than normal. your hangout with peter is tomorrow, and he’s planning on telling he likes you then. he already talked it over with ned. he’s relieved it’s finally happening, especially since him and betty have their own thing. she’ll be taking up most of his free time from here.

your group is spending lunch outside today, lounging across a picnic table, surrounded by trees and the shining sun in a bright blue sky. mj sits on the table and has her feet on the bench, which would usually bug peter to no end. he doesn’t mind this time because it takes up enough room that harry has to sit with ned and betty instead of you. you lean into peter’s side and stab a piece of lettuce from your salad.

“it’s so nice out,” betty sighs, ripping off half her cookie and giving it to ned. “we should ditch.” “oh my god, you sound like harry,” you groan between bites of salad. peter lets out a breathy laugh, you looping your arm through his. he grins down at where you’re linked. harry crosses his own arms over his chest. “she wishes.” betty only nods because her mouth is full of m&m’s.

“nah, seriously. i’d take us out somewhere, but i have practice after school.” he speaks quieter than he normally does, less confident. your theory about him having basketball drama was right. “what did we tell you? talk about the sports shit with your sports friends,” mj complains, sitting back on her hands. she glances at harry over her shoulder and catches ned mouthing you can’t say that.

sitting criss cross, she spins around to face harry, unenthusiastically saying, “what i meant was, you sound upset. what’s wrong?” harry gets into it right away, like he’s been waiting for someone to ask. “coach says there might be a scout at the next game. it’s a really good opportunity even though i don’t have to worry about... college yet.” the word makes him cringe.

“oh, damn. that’s a big deal. scary,” mj snorts, turning back to you and peter. her behavior makes ned internally face palm. “that’s awesome, dude. you’re gonna play amazing like always.” he gives harry a high five, who smiles nervously in response. he’s never nervous. “thanks, bro. you guys wanna come and watch?” he’s never invited you to one of his games before either.

this isn’t a group of friends that likes to spend their weekends in bleachers while angry teens shout around them.

“definitely. we’ll be there to support you, harry,” betty answers for everyone, ned pecking her cheek in satisfaction. mj cusses to herself before replying. “if i absolutely must, sure.” only you and peter haven’t said anything yet. he’s been chewing his lower lip, and you your salad. harry looks between you two hopefully. it’s more so at you, which peter doesn’t like.

“y/n? pete? it would help a lot, i’m serious.” he taps his fingers on the table until one of you speaks up. you’re the one who does. “i’ll go. this is pretty huge, right? congrats.” you reach across the table and squeeze his shoulder while simultaneously tightening your arm around peter’s. he takes that as a cue. “i’ll go, too. happy for you, man.”

though peter isn’t currently in the best place with harry, he should show his support by showing up. it can’t be too bad since the rest of you will be there.

a loud, long chuckle leaves harry as he hops up from his bench and comes to yours and peter’s. he bends over and wraps both of you in a hug from behind at the same time. his arms are around each of your shoulders, holding you so close his cheeks are squished against either of your heads. you giggle at that, peter finding himself laughing along and reaching back to ruffle harry’s hair.

staying mad at him is one of the world’s greatest challenges.

“you’re saints, both of you. my angels.” he kisses the back of your head, then lays one right on peter’s cheek, leaving him blushing red and grinning. “what about the rest of us? i never go to shit like this,” mj huffs and seems genuinely offended. harry wiggles his eyebrows. “you want a kiss?” his offer gets her flustered, which she can’t manage to hide. that’s a first.

“shut up. i’m just saying... never mind.” mj glares at you and peter, ned and betty making kissing noises behind her. “someone change the subject.” peter steps in. “when’s the game, harry?” he asks, harry snapping and waving his finger. “tomorrow! cancel your plans, kiddos.” “like we had any,” betty retorts.

some of you did. that was going to be peter’s hangout with you.

ned smiles sympathetically at peter before betty is getting his attention. you‘re unfazed and rambling to harry how proud you are of him.

did last night mean nothing? was it an empty gesture? were you only doing it out of guilt? peter must have read your visit wrong. he’s been wrong the whole time he’s liked you. you don’t like him back, you pity him. harry is who you’re really interested in.

may always says he should trust his instincts.

peter pulls his arm from yours suddenly, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders. you’re taken back because it’s so out of no where. you stop talking to harry so you can figure out his deal. “where are you going?” “bell’s gonna ring,” peter mumbles and picks up his lunch tray. he heads to the garbage can without another word or goodbye to anyone.

“i’m gonna go check on him,” you tell harry, already getting up from the bench. “you do that,” he acknowledges and calls mj’s name again.

peter tosses his mostly untouched food in the trash, seeing you make your way over from the corner of his eye. he tries to speed walk inside so he doesn’t have to talk to you. you’re too quick, cornering him between the door and brick wall.

“we still have ten minutes,” you state, worry flashing across your face. he’s avoiding you. well, attempting to. “what’s wrong?” peter gulps before saying anything. “my next class is on the other side of the-“ “no,” you cut him off. “what’s really wrong?”

he doesn’t feel like having this discussion. it’s bad enough he came to the realization his feelings are one sided. must he break that down for you so soon?

you toy with your sleeve while you speak because peter doesn’t. “i thought you and harry were fine again. i mean, he kissed you.” peter clenches his jaw so hard he can imagine the sound of it cracking. “it’s not about harry.” “what, then? what the fuck happened?” your sleeves are now balled in your fists. you hate it when peter does this angsty routine.

he keeps his voice low and calm so he doesn’t come off as jealous or hurt. he’s both of those things. “the game is tomorrow. friday. when we were supposed to hang out.” you meet peter’s eyes with nothing but remorse in yours. “i... i forgot,” is all you have to say.

you feel awful. he’s had a tough couple of days, and you fell through on your promise to cheer him up.

“clearly,” peter remarks, voice sharp. the way you’re looking at him makes him think he won’t like what’s coming. “peter, we have to go,” you almost whine. “i’m really sorry, i am, but this is a big night for harry. he needs us there.” peter stays silent. you’re twisting the knife deeper into him with every word. “i wouldn’t be cancelling if this wasn’t important.”

now you’re cancelling?

you reach for peter’s hand, but he shoves it into his pocket. that stings for you and him. “please, peter. we’ll hang out at the game, i swear.” this is the last chance you’ve got, so you pile it on. “harry won’t even be there, technically. he’ll... he’ll be on the court.” peter hadn’t thought about that. he lets himself unclench, starting to see the appeal. you add one more thing to lighten the mood and persuade him.

“i’ll buy you popcorn, all you can eat.” it’s that easy. cracking a smile, peter accepts. he’ll deal with his unresolved, unreciprocated feelings after he stuffs his face, courtesy of you. “you better. i’m gonna need it for this long ass game.” your face lights up, grabbing his wrist in both hands.

“so, you’ll come?” “i’ll be there,” he confirms. you throw your arms around his neck. he laughs into the hug and holds you by your middle. “i promise this’ll be the first and last game we ever go to,” you say and mean it. harry is lucky you’re even suffering through this a first time. “thank god,” peter exhales, resting his chin on your head.

that interaction leaves peter confused as hell. you’re crushing his mind and soul one minute, then hugging him the next. you were making him feel so special lasts night, and treating harry the same way today. it’s so jumbled that he isn’t sure if he’s in the friend zone or something more zone.

there are a ton of mixed signals coming his way, and he sucks at reading people as is.

he can’t take another second of this. he’d rather you come out and say you like harry already because it’s torture. knowing you don’t want him in that way would at least eliminate the possibility of anything happening between you two, and allow him to stop driving himself insane.

he’d be able to stop taking it out on harry, too.

the hold you have on peter, that you’re oblivious to, rules his every thought and decision. he’s constantly analyzing what you say to him, debating whether or not your affection is simply platonic. it’s been half a year of this madness, the night of harry’s game blurring every line so much more.

your group arrives a bit early to find seats and hype harry up before he plays. peter gets there after all of you because he’s not exactly in a rush to watch sweaty guys be aggressive. there’s only one upside, which is spending the night with you... and everyone else.

he steps into the gym that’s filling up fast with family members, friends, and the college scout harry was talking about. midtown has a different feeling to it at night. the smell of pencils is oddly stronger, and it’s a lot less intimidating.

cheerleaders are huddled in a circle while the team supervisor has them run their chants. the “leading official,” who peter thought was called a referee, takes his place off to the side. coaches give their players last minute instructions, players fool around with each other, a lot is going on.

peter scans the room for you, and grins a toothy grin when you catch his eyes. you’re sitting by yourself in one of the middle bleachers, only a bag of skinny pop in your lap. you return the smile once you spot him and wave him over.

“i don’t know why, but i thought they’d have an actual concession stand,” you explain the lack of fresh, buttery popcorn as peter takes a seat next to you. he catches the prepackaged bag you toss him. “it’s just a snack table.” “works either way,” peter hums and pokes the bag. “i’m not sure skinny pop is all i can eat, though.” “it’s good!” you defend the snack you chose for him.

“i’m kidding! you’re right, it’s kind of addicting.” he puts it by his feet for now and gives you a half smile. “you’re welcome,” you deadpan in a playful tone. “thanks.” he narrows his eyes. “where’s everyone else?” “right,” you twist around and gesture to the bleacher above you. mj is gloomily seated near the back. ned and betty are a few behind you.

“i told them to find their own seats so we can sit together, alone.” you look over at peter and move ever so slightly closer. “welcome to our friday hangout. just the two of us.” “aw, you didn’t have to do that,” peter laughs out, his knee bumping yours. “but, i’m happy you did.” he goes to put an arm around you, then harry comes racing up the stairs.

just the two of you didn’t last so long.

“y/n, i’m freaking out,” harry announces, zooming through your row to get over to you. he stops once he’s standing in front of peter and shakes him by his shoulder. “hey, pete. you made it.” “yup,” peter replies, pressing his lips together. you wince at his reaction, then quirk an eyebrow at harry. “you’re freaking out? why?”

harry sits down between you and peter, blissfully unaware of the moment he interrupted.

“i found the scout. he’s fucking terrifying as fuck. this super ripped guy, looks like he’d rather be anywhere else,” he talks quietly, like the man will hear him. “he’s not the only one,” peter says to himself, kicking around his bag of popcorn to pass time. you ignore him and grimace.

“shit. wait, how do you know it’s him? did they tell you?” you’re not sure how these things go. harry casually shrugs a shoulder. “dude has a clipboard. seems legit to me.” he gives you a cocky smile. “he’s also in the row before mj. that’s how i noticed. um...” his back now facing peter, he whispers something in your ear that makes you giggle.

peter’s face scrunches up as the spark of anger the past few days have lit reignites itself.

when harry pulls away, you motion for him to come closer with your index finger, cupping your hand around his ear and speaking into it.

nope, no more. peter is entirely about to explode. you cancelled your plans so you can force him to watch basketball, you sweet talk him so he’ll let it go, and you’re running right back to harry after all of that? what the hell does that mean?

peter stands up from his seat. “y/n, we need to talk,” he demands, you moving away from harry to respond. “ok, gimme a minute. we’re-“ “no, we need to talk now.” you don’t have time to refute because he’s taking your arm and dragging you away. harry squints at you in utter confusion.

“um, have a good game! we’ll talk later,” you call back to him, walking with peter even though you have no idea what his issue is and aren’t a fan of how he’s acting.

he releases you once you’re in the hallway. you make a point of harshly yanking your arm back, a scowl painting your lips. “jesus, peter. i was having a conversation.” “do you like harry?” peter blurts out. you’re so shocked at his abruptness that you don’t give him much to work with, only, “what?” “do you like harry?” he asks you again, this time less accusing and more curious.

“do i like...” you’re too aware of the seemingly hundreds of people surrounding you to answer comfortably. “can we talk about this somewhere else?” “sure,” peter nods, letting you lead the way since he did to get out here. you two go down the hall and choose the first room you see, which happens to be the custodian’s closet. it’s thankfully unlocked.

things were tense between you and peter on the way over, and it’s physically mirrored when you step into the room, air thick and smelling of lemon cleaning supplies. you tug on the string hanging down to turn on the light. it casts a faded glow, leaving you in mostly darkness. you sort of like it. this feels more intimate, which is fitting for what you’re both about to say.

neither one of you knows where to begin. peter’s question is ringing in the back of your mind, and you could touch on that, but there’s more to it than a simple yes or no. you don’t have to worry about it because peter gets his words out first.

“i think harry likes you, and i think you like him back,” peter restarts, already sounding deflated by what he came up with. “he doesn’t, and i don’t.” you take a step towards him. “he likes mj.” it’s peter’s turn to be shocked. the hint of a smile sets on your lips. “that’s what we were talking about. harry asked if he should take her to dinner after the game, and i said yes.”

this is going better than he expected.

“mj is the one who likes him, not me,” you reiterate and watch some life enter peter again, a tiny bit. he’s coming around, and he wants to believe you. his trust issues don’t. “but, you’re so... touchy with each other. the hugging the other day?” he mentions. you tilt your head to the side in amusement. “friends can’t hug?”

to be fair, you hugged peter yesterday. that’s a point rightfully shut down.

“he calls you pretty,” peter tries, raising both eyebrows. you have to laugh at this one. “you call may pretty.”

obviously, peter’s analysis skills could use some serious improvements. it sounds like he had the right idea, wrong person. your relationship with harry is platonic. hell, he’s crushing on a whole different person. this actually opens up the possibility of you liking peter in the romantic way, of him being in the something more zone. he had it backwards.

in case peter isn’t convinced yet, and because you really want to, you use one more trick to prove to him you don’t like harry.

“do me and harry do this?” your lips speak for you, colliding with peter’s unexpectedly yet easily. he feels like he’s floating, like he’s in some sort of magical wonderland until it hits him that this is real, and he should probably kiss you back. he does so softly and tangles his fingers in your locks. his hand supports the back of your head as the kiss goes on.

you push forward so your bodies are almost fused together, the closest you can be while you hold his jaw. peter breaks the kiss for a short breather, going back in without more than a moment passing. this one is feverish, his free arm looping around your lower back, hand resting on the small of it. you let out a giggle against his swollen lips and stroke your thumb over his jawline.

he’s been waiting to do this for the longest time, but he doesn’t have to tell you that. it shows in how eager he was to reciprocate, his shyness blossoming into passion. you feel yourself melting under his touch, the kiss eventually becoming a series of short pecks. peter gives you the final one. his pink lips form a grin when you pull apart. your hands stay on each other, not in a rush to go anywhere.

“woah, i like you so much,” peter laughs out. the words roll off his tongue naturally. “you know i like you,” you drawl, smiling at him, a full body smile while you caress his skin. he winds both arms around you and dips his head down to steal another kiss. you’re loving what’s happening. however, you don’t feel like making out while dirty brooms stare at you. you should take this back home.

“wanna get out of here? i do,” you suggest, voice muffled from his lips. they detach from yours and brush your cheek gently. peter makes a funny face. “hm, i thought we had to come. harry needs us,” he says what you did yesterday, earning a groan back. “you’re joking.” “i’m not. what kind of friends would we be, ditching him like that?”

he’s going to end you one day.

“yeah, no. i have no idea how basketball works, and i’d like to keep it that way,” peter drops the act, pressing his fingers into your sides. “i’ve been so mean to harry. i was...” “a dick?” you finish for him. it’s more of a statement than a question. to soften the blow, you rub his cheek with the tips of your fingers. “yup. he’s gonna think i hate him or something if we don’t stay.” his formerly smiley face is frowning.

“harry of all people will understand after we tell him our reasons,” you reassure him, nudging under his chin with your nose. “besides, he has other things to worry about. mj, the scout. it’s fine.” peter considers it, ultimately giving in to you like he always does, resting his forehead on yours. “i guess so. less distractions for him, yeah.” “exactly. that’s what i wanna hear.”

having his approval, you unwind yourself from him and head to the door. his fingers wrap around your wrist gently. “what about my popcorn?” a giggle escapes your lips. “you’re still on that?” “you said all i can eat!” his voice comes out high pitched, adorably high pitched.

“fine. i might have those bags you put in the microwave.” you smile when his fingers lock with yours, peter kissing the side of your head.

“even better. let’s go home.”

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you suck at crushes

College!Yangyang x College!Reader x College!Renjun

summary: Renjun wants to help you get with Yangyang who wants to help you couple up with Renjun but they’re both annoying, maybe one less than the other

word count: 4.2k

(warnings: swearing, mentions of food) ((lmk if I missed anything))

Taglist! @lanadreamie

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy!! I swear reader ends up with only one guy I just don’t want to give away the ending and I know the summary is ass

God it was like the beams of sunshine just followed him around. Providing him with a natural spotlight that only worked to draw your attention to him even more than usual. The voices around you faded into background noise, and everything else besides him became so fuzzy you could only focus on the one and only- Liu Yangyang.

“Hello?” “Y/N!” “Are you listening to us?” Someone gripped your shoulder and shook you until you were out of your Yangyang-induced-haze. “Huh? Oh yeah… totally.” You answered with absolutely no idea about the conversation happening at the very table you sat at.

Your friends snorted, teasing and making fun of you. A kissing noise, a high pitched teasing exclamation of the man of the hour’s name, and some playful elbows being jabbed into your side. When they finally stopped with the teasing and they actually filled you in you were able to answer some questions about the times at the library.

You slipped into your seat in your geology class, a poor choice on your behalf and quite frankly the school for describing it as something that would be ‘fun and exciting.’ What a total load of BS that was. The professor was an old man that went on and on about his days in the field 40 years ago and rambled on and on about subjects that were 70% of the time not on the tests. However, the one and only bright side was that you had your favorite distraction in this class, Yangyang.

How could one person asking a question about the tectonic plates or the striations on a stupid rock be so attractive? He made it possible.

“Staring yet again?” An annoying voice asked quietly, just inches from your ear.

“Who are you?” You asked annoyed.

“Y/N, that isn’t funny anymore. Not the first time you did it and not the hundreds of times after that. We lived on the same street for years before you decided to follow me here.” He answered with a huff.

“Renjun, will you just go away? You know I’m no good at this so go bother someone else.” You replied. You took your eyes off Yangyang, gave Renjun a quick glare, and focused back on the lab work in front of you. Something stupid about hills or some moutain. Wasn’t this class supposed to be about rocks?

“I don’t need help, I came to help you. We’re friends- shhhh.” Renjun started, quickly shutting you up before you could interrupt. “I can help you with this lab and help you win over your beloved Yangyang.”

You sent him a quizzical look. In all the years you had known Renjun he had never been this... generous- always wanting something in return. “He and I are friends, he’s been super annoying lately and complaining about some final project we decided to do together, but we have months to do it. If I help you guys get together in order to distract him, then he can stop bothering me about that final project. It’s a win-win-win situation.” He explained.

Well, that made a lot of sense. “What do you even have in mind? Yangyang and I don’t talk like we used to, how could we go from strangers to dating in just a couple months.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself. You were the person to show him around school when he was the new kid all those years ago when we were kids, you’re in better standing than you think. We all went to the same school, we already know each other, we all have this class, and I’m not going to let this fail because I do not fail. If I have to hear about the final project one more time I will rip all the hair off his head, three strands at a time.” Renjun pouted.

“You sound completely crazy-”

“If you two need some help all you have to do is ask, I don’t need you two to argue and disrupt the class. Mr. Liu, since you seem to have a good understanding of the assignment, would you mind helping them out?” The professor called out.

You and Renjun sent each other incredulous looks, were you really talking that loudly? “It’s earlier than expected, but don’t worry I got this,” Renjun whispered.

“You know if you guys had just spoken quietly, I could have left early but here I am. You can’t do anything without me can you?” Yangyang teased Renjun.

“Oh, it wasn’t me. Y/N here is just so stupid, I was trying to explain the lab and it’s like all my words go in one ear and out the other. Maybe you can explain better than I can.” Renjun gestured toward you wildly.

You immediately went to defend yourself but stopped when instead, Yangyang came to your defense. “Y/N isn’t stupid like you Injun, if you wanted some attention you didn’t have to bother someone innocent.”

Your face felt so hot, god this attention was too much to handle so suddenly. It was as if Renjun had thrown you into the deep end of a pool when you had just learned about the entire concept of swimming itself. If this was his attempt at getting you and Yangyang together you were now questioning the entire idea. It was just too much to handle so suddenly.

Yangyang quickly went on to explain the idea of the lab, giving you some tips to make the work easier and how it connected to past lessons. “Do you understand it a little more now?” He asked you.

You hissed when someone stomped on your foot beneath the table. Your eyes met Renjun’s while he discreetly shook his head, seemingly trying to send you some kind of message. But it seemed whatever he was sending was received because you quickly caught on, answering, “Oh uh, this whole class has actually been a bit more difficult than I anticipated, and you seem to have a way better understanding than I do. Would you be willing to maybe meet up sometime and just help a little more?”

“I’m free on Wednesday afternoons, let’s exchange numbers so maybe we can find out what you struggle the most with and what time works for you. Renjun are you coming too, you seemed to get the lab when I explained it,” Yangyang replied.

Renjun answered with a simple nod, sending Yangyang on his way for the remainder of the class. He was quiet the rest of the time, still sitting beside you. When the class was over he looked over at you, “This is going to be so much easier than I thought.”

Some point in the week after class you had all decided on the meeting place and time. Some little cafe just off campus after Yangyang was done with his last class of the day. He said the coffee was good and it wasn’t even expensive, to which Renjun was quick to add that they had friends working there so they got discounts.

Renjun insisted on meeting you a little earlier to go over the details of the plan he had finally come up with. The plan mainly consisted of you just catching up with Yangyang, which would then progress to just the two of you hanging out, then bam! Dating! Much easier said than done you were quick to point out. His plan was just an idea with no details. Like what do you talk about? How do you make him like you? What kinds of things does he like? Could he even like you romantically?

“He actually mentioned to me that he was happy to talk to you again, so I have very high hopes. That was one conversation with him that was not about the final. Just have some hope.” Renjun shrugged.

“You make this sound so simple, but you are not the one risking being embarrassed by telling the guy you’ve had a crush on since you were 10 about your feelings and having even less of a relationship than you’ve had for the past like 6 years.” You huffed.

“Since you were 10? That’s a little embarrassing.” Renjun let out.

Ever since you were kids it was like Renjun knew the exact words and actions to push your every button. Always getting on your nerves and getting under your skin. It was foolish of you to believe that he had matured enough to not tease you, even in your 20s and even in college. Huang Renjun sucked.

You brought your hands up to his neck, fully ready to wrap your hands around his neck and just squeeze- just enough pressure for him to get the idea to just shut up. But of course, that would be unacceptable in public and even less appropriate seeing as Yangyang had come right up to the table before you could do so. You improvised, changing your intended action of a throat squeeze to a nice hug, arms wrapped tightly around Renjun’s shoulders. You smiled brightly, tilting your head away from Yangyang so your lips were right beside Renjun’s ear, “I can go another 10 years buddy, learn to shut your damn mouth. I for one know how to follow through with my threats and will actually pull your hairs from your head- Yangyang, so good to see you!”

Yangyang looked between the both of you curiously, side by side, one with a bright, beaming smile and the other flushed, scared look on their face. He shook it off and pulled out his study materials while making small talk.

By the end of the study session you felt more confident in your geology skills and your chances with Yangyang. He had gotten exponentially cooler as he got older than the kid you met all those years ago. Sure, he was still chaotic and sarcastic, even still a little dramatic, but it nonetheless made your heart skip a beat, just like the first time you laid eyes on him.

Over the next few weeks Renjun slowly stopped coming to the study sessions. He always had some excuse or another, that neither you or Yangyang ever really questioned. In those few weeks you and Yangyang had grown closer as friends, texting each other about more than just class, checking in on each other, sending stupid memes and tiktoks, even a few inside jokes.

But of course, Renjun had to have his time too. Instead of just texting you, he would make conversation anytime he saw you on campus, even going as far as asking you to hang out when he wanted to know what was going on. Every night without fail, he would FaceTime you for at least an hour and a half to ask for very detailed updates which at some point became you two just talking about your days in general. He liked to judge your every decision, giving his own input on even minor things like the seat you sat in for a class he didn’t even have. He said his life lacked drama so he needed to live vicariously through his friends.

“I know we usually meet at the cafe, but even with that discount I really shouldn’t be spending all that money there every week. Do you mind if we meet at mine this week? I promise my roommate buys enough snacks to feed the whole complex and he makes me clean the place every week.” Yangyang suggested about a month and a half into your studying arrangement.

You of course agreed, you’d be crazy to not want to go to your crush’s home, just the two of you- alone, and talking about… rocks.

So when the next week came and Wednesday afternoon rolled around, you found yourself standing right outside your crush’s door, fist raised to knock. You were so nervous, just being alone with him in his home! This wasn’t the cafe where you had other people around, where you knew where things were, close to your home. No, this was his house, and that made you beyond nervous.

He pulled the door open, a wide smile on his face as he welcomed you in. He set your things at his kitchen table and gave you a short tour of the home. “My roommate will be back later tonight, but he made us some food if we get hungry later,” He told you while he brought out his own supplies, once again ready to conquer your weekly study session.

And even though you did at one point struggle very much with the subject, this particular topic seemed easier to understand. So after even correcting Yangyang a few times, the study session became more of a hang out session. So casual that you even answered Renjun’s texts, chuckling at him freaking out in all caps because you were in Yangyang’s home.

“No, but Renjun did that last time we hung out too! We were in public, like full on glass of water spilled across the table and he got so red,” you laughed recalling the memory from just a few weeks ago after watching Yangyang do the same.

Then just a few minutes later when you were both watching TV you mumbled, “I think Renjun would like this show. This is on Netflix right?”

Yangyang being the smart kid that he is, had pieces coming together in his mind, ideas that he wasn’t even sure if you knew yet. He was going to make this happen.

Renjun sat in front of Yangyang, a month before the end of the semester, finally working on the final project. Which, thanks to you, had not been mentioned even once since you and Yangyang started hanging out until a week ago.

After finishing his part for the day Yangyang leaned back in his chair, sighed and smiled. “I think I’m going to ask Sua from our history class out.”

Renjun choked on his drink, did Yangyang really have to pick the exact moment he took a sip of his drink to tell him this? He cleared his throat, “Since when do you like her?”

Yangyang shrugged nonchalantly, explaining that Sua worked at the cafe he was always at and at some point they just kind of hit it off.

Renjun nodded, a little excessively. In his head he was trying to figure out what the hell to do. He knew you liked Yangyang and how hurt you would be if Yangyang suddenly had a girlfriend. At this moment, you were the only thing on Renjun’s mind. “Really? I actually thought you and Y/N might be a really good match, and you guys obviously get along well.” He replied.

Yangyang hid his smirk by taking a sip of his drink, “I don’t know, Y/N is really just much more of a friend than anything. Like don’t get me wrong Y/N is cool, but I see Sua more romantically.”

Before Renjun even had time to process his words and think of the consequences, he suddenly blurted out, “Well, Y/N likes you- and has liked you since we were kids. You have to think about more feelings than just your own Yangyang. Think of Y/N.”

“Like you think about Y/N?” Yangyang replied. Renjun tilted his head in confusion, trying to understand what Yangyang was talking about.

“I know you never grew out of that crush you had in middle school- it’s that cute childhood neighbors to lovers thing. I know that whole plan you made so I could finally pay attention to Y/N, and while I admit it worked, because Y/N is a cool friend, this plan didn’t work the way you wanted it to. I see the way you look at Y/N and every time we hang out that’s all you can talk about. I’m smarter than you Injun, I know.”

Renjun flushed, these were emotions that he had buried deep down years ago. In just two months Yangyang had uncovered and brought his emotions to light. Emotions that had at one point been disguised as that annoying 13 year old kid that would bother you to your wit’s end and now evolved to Renjun putting your emotions before his own. Days that were once filled with him tugging on your hair or tapping on your shoulder and looking away as if it weren’t him, had now become days of texting or facetiming you regularly just to catch up like he had wanted.

“I think you should tell Y/N how you feel, don’t underestimate your chances.” Yangyang told Renjun as they made their way out of the cafe.

When Yangyang told you that he knew you liked him, that he wasn’t interested, that he was actually going to date Sua from his history class, you thought you would be more upset. Embarrassed that he knew you liked him all this time, angry that he didn’t tell you earlier, or heartbroken that your crush of almost 10 years didn’t like you like you liked him. But you weren’t. You weren’t embarrassed, or angry, or heartbroken. You felt fine, it felt like he was just telling you what he ate for lunch. “Okay, so how do you tell the difference between these crystals again?” You replied with a nod.

“And I know you like Renjun.” He added quietly.

You looked up suddenly, eyes wide with shock, “What?”

“Come on Y/N, I think this whole ‘Renjun annoys me to no end’ is just a ploy. Whenever we hang out he’s all you talk about, you guys FaceTime like every night, right? You smile every time he texts you, and even though you play it off as ironic shit-posting- those stories you always post with all the hearts and cheesy ass captions stopped being a joke at some point. You may not have realized it but even with Renjun as just a friend to you now, he means more to you than I do.”

You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest, “You know you’re smarter than you look, but I really don’t like you psychoanalyzing me.”

He laughed loudly, “So what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t exactly have a good record with crushes, obviously. I don’t know what to do now,” you quietly answered, “Anyway this seems like a good ending point, we’ll meet one more time before the final right? Just text me if you need anything alright?”

Before Yangyang could even stop you or try to reassure you, you were hastily packing up your things and out the door. How was he going to get the two of you together now?

It seemed that mother nature seemed to understand the tornado of emotions that were happening for you and Renjun, though you both had no idea about one another, what had started off as a gorgeous spring day had become a dark and rainy spring night. Even Yangyang laid in his bed, unable to sleep as he remembered that he had failed to mention or even plan out- that neither of you knew you liked each other. That would have been nice to know, but it was a little too late for that now seeing as it was like two in the morning.

If you liked Renjun, which it sounded like you did, according to Yangyang and the more you thought about it, it really felt like you did. Not some surface level ‘I like to admire you from afar for 10 years’ crush but rather a ‘I like you and want to spend time with you and I’d hate to see you smile at anyone else like you smile at me and possibly fall in love.’ You sat straight up in bed, flashes of the lightning outside lit your room up, did you just think about falling in love with Renjun? Before you could process anymore thoughts you pulled on a coat and some shoes, grabbing the umbrella you kept by the door. You had to tell Renjun how you felt.

Stepping out of your apartment complex, you thanked the love gods for allowing Renjun to live just a few blocks away from each other and not across town. There was no doubt in your mind that by the time you reached him, you would be soaked to the bone, but you had to do this. There was no point in keeping this crush to yourself just for nothing, you had to take the risk and just hope for the best. Best case scenario, you get a boyfriend, and worst case, well then you don’t talk to him for another few years and every time you see him your heart feels like it's being stomped on. You know, something that could become a regular feeling.

You hurried through the storm, dodging large puddles while trying your best to stay beneath the awnings of the buildings. You stopped at a light, looking out into the rain to see just how much further you had until you got to Renjun’s place. But instead you focused on the sight of someone rushing through the rain to get to the opposite end of the crosswalk. You squinted through the downpour, realizing that the person at the other end of the crosswalk was “Renjun?”

You rushed toward him, lucky that there were no cars at this hour of the night to dodge. He ran forward, meeting you in the middle, pulling your hand forward so that the umbrella covered you both. “What are you doing out here?” He asked you loudly so you could hear him over the rain.

“I was coming to see you,” you started, meeting his eyes that told you he was waiting to hear more, “Renjun I like you. I really like you. I don’t smile, or laugh, or feel happy or even feel annoyed with anyone else like I feel when I’m with you. I want to be happy and date you, use your stupid plans to plan dates for us. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that. I’ve had a crush on you since middle school, you don’t know how happy this makes me.” He beamed, using his free hand to cup your cheek.

His hands were wet, and his fingers were cold as they cupped your warm cheek. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?” You asked.

He surged forward, lips meeting your own in a passionate kiss as your eyes fluttered shut. Your lips moved against his own, wrapping your free arm around his neck to pull him closer. He let his other arm fall to bring you closer by the waist, deepening the kiss. With one arm holding up the umbrella you decided to just fuck it, dropping the umbrella you placed your hand at the back of his neck.

A sudden honk made the two of you jump apart, rushing back to the end of the crosswalk to avoid getting hit by an angry driver.

“You crazy kids! Living your movie moment! I did it!” You heard a voice yell over the pounding rain.

“Yangyang?” Both you and Renjun called out upon catching sight of Yangyang leaning out his car window.

He smiled, gesturing for the two of you to get in the car. You both shuffled into the backseat, hands held close and sitting side by side to warm each other up after being out in the horrible weather for so long. You were both shivering, teeth chattering, and lips nearly blue from the cold.

“Aren’t you guys glad I meddled? I mean look at you guys, all cute and cuddled up after your adorable kiss in the rain.” Yangyang giddily smiled as he shook some of the water out of hair.

“Can you just take us back to mine, I’d like to get dry so we don’t get sick. If that’s ok with you,” Renjun asked, whispering the last bit to you.

You nodded, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Yangyang nodded, putting the car in drive, chatting your ears off about how happy he was that the plan worked even when he didn’t plan well considering he forgot to mention that you liked each other. He told you both that he was on his way to Renjun’s to tell him that you liked him and force him to FaceTime you and confess.

He pulled up in front of the apartment complex, turning to give you a cocky smirk before you could even get out of the car or thank him for the ride, “So is Injun a good kisser?”

“This whole car ride made me realize how much you suck, seriously. I clearly made the right choice, so I hope and pray for your sake Sua has a mountain of patience, like you never shut up- ever. Thank you for the ride.” You ranted angrily before you made your way out of the car.

Yangyang’s jaw fell in fake offense, “You sure know how to pick ‘em Renjun.”

But he wasn’t met with the shocked face he thought he would see, he was instead met with a dazed, lovesick look. “Yeah I do, I might be in love.”

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