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blues824 · 2 years ago

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Top of My School - Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

A fic based on the song Top of My School by Katherine Lynn-Rose.

Warnings: Angst (but it’s hurt/comfort), Riddle is a tad OOC

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You can’t remember a time where you were this immersed in your studies. You had a splitting migraine, but you knew you couldn’t put down the book you were reading because you had a test the following day. For the last few weeks, you have given up all your free time and dedicated it all to studying.

Once, Grim was going to bother you about some trivial matter when you snapped at him. That was when he got a glimpse of how bad the situation was. At this point, you think you might have taken more ibuprofen than you should have to get rid of the headache.

You were sitting on the floor of your room, mumbling and muttering notes to yourself. You had 5 notebooks around you to write things down. It was very late at night, as well – around 2 AM. After a few more minutes, you went to go get a glass of water.

All throughout the time studying, there was a song in your head. It wasn’t quite prominent to distract you, but it was still there. You pulled out your phone and started playing it.

Some people live the life that was given

Some people just get by

At this point, you noticed that Grim was gone. However, if you started thinking about too many other things, you would forget about what you just studied! You pushed all thoughts of Grim aside and took a seat on the floor, next to your phone.

Some people never learned how to be driven

Some people don’t even try

During these lines, Ace popped into your mind. A ghost of a smile appeared on your face as you thought about how your friend really fit into those lines.

But some people know what their heart desires

Some people lead with a passionate fire

Riddle came to mind when hearing this. He always led with a fierce passion. He always knew the rules and did his best to follow them.

You paused the song when you heard a knock on the door. You opened it and saw Riddle with Grim.

“Riddle? What are you doing at this hour?”

“I could ask that about you as well, prefect. Grim told me that you were stressed about a test tomorrow?”

“U-Um… yeah, kinda. I’m taking a small break now, but I plan to be studying a few more hours until I really get the concepts down. Being magicless really sucks, but what can you do, y’know?”

“I wouldn’t know, but I’m sure it is difficult. I am more than willing to help.” He said.

“I don’t think it’s necessary. I think I’ll be fine on my own.”

“If you say so, but may I ask what song you were playing?”

“Oh! It’s called Top of My School, by Katherine Lynn-Rose. I love it because it… actually, nevermind. I should get back to studying. Goodnight, Riddle”

“A-Alright. Goodnight, prefect.”

After he stepped out of the door, you continued the song. Grim went back to his room, so you were alone at the moment.

“And some people know that they’re destined

To fly”

You officially said screw it and started singing along. You sat back down next to your phone laid on the floor.

Little did you know: Riddle never actually left. Even though it was rude, he was sitting outside the dorm, listening to your singing.

“I’ll go all out, ace every test

No doubt, outdo all the rest

Don’t pout or settle for second best”

So that is why you were studying so late? Riddle’s eyes held a partial worry and a partial anger at how you were stressing over a test. You were sitting there, breaking your own back, just to get the best grade you possibly can!

“So I won’t stop, and won’t lose my cool

Don’t flop ‘cause Harvard’s Riddle’s no fool

And who’ll love me

If I’m not the top of my school?”

Riddle almost waltzed right back in to say that he loves you, but then he would startle you from expressing your emotions. You were like the school therapist and assistant, so you would obviously have a lot of bottled up feelings.

Against his better judgment, he listened on.

She's the top (She's the top)

She's the top (She's the)

Top of our top of our school

You took a sip of water, feeling the pain in your head recede like a little wave before coming back. The temporary relief was nice as it lasted, however. You took a deep breath and continued

“Maybe my friends will say I’m overzealous

Maybe I try too hard

Maybe they’ll have to learn to be jealous

Watching me shine like a star”

You gave a pitiful laugh at these lines. They made you think about Ace and Deuce and how they seemed surprised at your good grades.

“If only they knew,” You said to yourself.

“‘Cause maybe I know what my heart desires

Maybe I’ll lead with a passionate fire

‘Cause baby I know that I’m destined

To fly”

Just on the other side of the door, Riddle felt his heart lighten up. He always felt guilty for being strict on you, even if you weren’t under his ‘rule’. He always found it admirable that you tried your best to follow the rules. He also may or may not have turned a few blind eyes to small slip-ups you’ve had.

At the last few lines, a small smile placed itself onto his lips. These were more confident lines than what you have been singing. However, his heart sank again once you continued singing.

“But if I hadn’t earned a dollar

What would you think of your dear daughter?

Would it be pity or dishonor

To ensue?”

Tears started running down your face. The emotional, mental, and physical burden Crowley and the rest of the professors at NRC was becoming too much for a magicless human like yourself.

Tears also escaped Riddle’s eyes. He never knew it was that bad. The guilt he felt increased tenfold. You had suddenly become way more relatable than what he felt was comfortable. He had felt this pressure before, and it’s what caused him to overblot in the first place. What wasn’t relatable was how you chose to deal with the pressure. You never told anyone. Instead, you added ingredients to the already-boiling cauldron, the ingredients being the problems of other people.

“And if I failed to earn the blue ribbon

How could I ever be forgiven?

Tell me what love would still be given

From you?”

Your voice started cracking from how much you were crying. You couldn’t stop. The floodgates were now open and they didn’t plan on closing until someone either caught you or you fell asleep, whichever comes first.

Sometimes you wished that you could tell someone about your struggles, but everyone had their own problems. Maybe that’s why you helped everyone: so that someone could have enough time to lend you an ear.

With every crack in your voice, it was a knife dipped in additional guilt being stabbed through Riddle’s heart. They all caused each crack in your voice. They all caused each sob that you made.

“So I’ll go all out, ace every test

No doubt, outdo all the rest

Don’t pout or settle for second best”

With the softer tune, Riddle could tell that the song was nearing its end. It was a beautiful kind of melancholy, one that he both admired and loathed.

“So I won’t stop, and won’t lose my cool

Don’t flop, ‘cause Riddle’s no fool

And who’ll love me

If I’m not the top of my school?”

Once you finished, you let out a full on cry; a cry that alarmed Riddle and made him rush inside and kneel beside you.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry!” He said. He went against his code on personal space and hugged you to his chest.

At the moment, you didn’t care that he had been listening. You finally had someone there to comfort you. Someone finally cared for you

“I promise that you will never feel like this again. If you ever need someone to talk to you, I will do my best to be available to you whenever you need. I will betray all of the Queen’s rules if it means being there for you.” He whispered.

You hugged him back, relishing in the warm feeling he provided. You cried it all out as Riddle whispered sweet nothings to you.

‘So this is what it feels like? It feels amazing to have someone.’ Was your last thought before you bid Riddle an actual goodnight and went to your room and to bed.

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hyuckilstan · 3 years ago

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The Letter - J.Yh

Pairing: Yunho x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: those letters came in everyday, the letters would have sweet, beautiful words written in them with candies. You were curious, and let’s say the person behind it was someone you never expected it to be.

Wc: 2.2k words

a/n: this is for @yungisstar1117-writes happy birthday!(sorry if I’m a bit late), I actually had this fic in mind and now it is dedicated to you<3 and also @amangooo cause u cute

You remember the first time you saw the letter stuck to you locker, it was in a cute little envelope sealed with a tiny red heart, at first you thought it was meant for someone else but that was proved wrong when you read it.

“Hello Y/N if you read this, please know I am not a creep, yeah that’s exactly what creeps say but I hope this letter proves it.

Anyways, I wanted to say that, I have liked you the moment I laid my eyes on you, the moment I saw your smile I knew I was done for, you really know how to put a man’s heart to rest, I have liked you for a while now yet I have no courage to actually tell you in real life because I get scared around you, scared I’ll mess things up. I’m also scared you would be disappointed to find out it is actually me.

Well I’ll be enclosing this letter now, there’s a lolipop taped to the back cause I know you like sweets<3

Sincerely,

~Secret admirer🐶

The puppy sticker after the adresser was always what made you curious so much more, it had to be a hint to who it was, but you honestly have no idea the more you think about it, whoever this person was, they knew your interests clearly, they knew your schedules so that they wouldn’t get caught, the only thing you could know that they were probably someone close to you.

“Any idea who it is yet?” Yeosang leans over your shoulders looking at the letter in your hands, you respond with shaking your head, scratching it in confusion, “This is really, stressful for no reason,” you say leaning your back onto your locker facing Yeosang.

“Well, you said they’re probably someone who knows you, and that the puppy sticker is a hint, then let’s search for who it could be,” Yeosang suggests and your eyebrows lift. “You would do that for me?” you said looking at him with puppy eyes, while Yeosang looked at you in a disgusted manner. “No, I’m just bored,” Yeosang objects.

You move closer to him in an attempt to hug him. Attempt. He moves away while doing so and you bump into someone, you look up at the tall man standing before you, “Oh Yunho? Sorry,” you look away embarrassed. Yunho gives you a sweet smile, “It’s okay Y/N, what’s that?” he asks pointing at the letter in your hands.

You put it behind your back, stuttering out words even you couldn’t understand anymore. He laughs at this, patting your head, when he did so you finally looked at him again.

Yunho was a friend you met around the campus, he was extremely nice to you, his friends and yours also noticed this and teased you a lot for it. But you would always brush it off saying he’s nice to everyone like that.

“It’s a love letter, Y/N has a secret admirer and we’re gonna find who it is,” Yeosang says looking at Yunho, crossing his arms while leaning his back on the lockers. “Well good luck with that, I-I’m gotta go, bye Y/N...Yeosang,” he leaves after giving you another headpat.

“Yunho is always so busy,” you say as you watch him walk away, “Or maybe he knows,” you look at Yeosang in confusion and curiosity. “Nevermind, let’s go,” he says in a huff and walks away and you join him.

The next day, the letter that came was a bit different, you read it carefully.

Hello Y/N, I don’t know how to say this but I’m glad you have many people around you, great people as a matter of fact, you always have Yeosang look after you, and others like Wooyoung, San......and Yunho! You don’t realise just how precious you are, it makes me just want to wrap you in my arms and never let go sometimes.

Although I know that these are your friends, especially Yeosang, I do get jealous :( yes I do know I have no right to be and that I’m just a secret admirer to you, but honestly, I’m still too scared, hopefully I would be able to confess (even if you may not accept my confession) before another person snatches you away.

I adore you so much and I hope that you just have that power to just lure people into your charms.

I hope you enjoy the chocolate, have a nice day and good luck on you test ;)

~Secret admirer🐶

You told Yeosang about the letter, he laughed at the part where it was written they were jealous of him, and you glared at him. “So, given the fact that you also have a brain, I’m sure you know by now that it’s one of the names he listed.” Yeosang, San, Wooyoung, Yunho.

You are very familiar with those names, they are all good friends, who helped you with anything honestly. But you wouldn’t find any of them liking you when they treat you only like a little sister.

The bell rings, interrupting you and Yeosang’s conversation. You both parted to your own respective classrooms, “Hello Y/N, may I sit here? San asks beside you and you nod. The classroom was noisy with the professor not there yet.

“That’s a cute pen,” he says while you were doodling on the table, you looked at the pen and smiled, it was one of the many cute gifts that came along with the letter, it had a cute design and on the end was a tiny strawberry (a fake one of course), “Yeah, someone gave it to me.”

San smirks when you mention it, your ears start getting more heated the more you think about it, there was no way you had actually started to like someone who’s identity was hidden. But then again, those letters always made you feel something, in a way that made you feel loved, appreciated and adored.

San leans closer to take another good look at the pen, then someone, a certain someone misunderstood it. Two hands pushed your bodies from behind gently, you looked back to see Yunho looking at you guys, but then quickly smiling, “I wanna see too,” he says in a very awkward tone.

You slowly hand him the pen, he takes a good look, “It’s cute! I-I’ll be leaving now,” he scratches the back of his neck and walks away with a curse word leaving his mouth.

“He’s acting weird,” San comments and also starts doodling on the table. Yunho walks out the class to the bathroom, he couldn’t really care the fact that his professor could be in class by now.

He sighs sitting on one of the toilets, “I need to talk to you,” he jolts in his seat of the cubicle, “Oh my god Yeosang you scared the shit out of me!”

“And you’re scaring me with your cringey ass letters,” Yunho was stunned, so he tried to play it dumb, “What letters-” Yeosang rolls his eyes still trapping the tall male from being able to run away, “You know exactly what I mean, ‘good luck for the test’ it’s fucking obvious,” He says in a mocking tone and Yunho sighs giving up.

“Fine, but can’t we find a better place to talk?” He looks up at Yeosang who thinks about it for a while, he finally responds with a nod, so they head to the rooftop.

“It’s really obvious, Y/N is just oblivious as fuck,” Yeosang says, Yunho gets shy on his words, all this time he believed he was actually doing a good job at concealing his identity, “Is it so-”

“Are you gonna confess?” Yeosang asks, forward and stern, “What? I don’t know-” “You should know, so are you planning on just sending letters everyday and watch them walk away with another person?”

He didn’t respond to what Yeosang just said, because he had no idea how to and also because he hates that Yeosang was right, he can’t just shower you with love through letters all the time especially when you could just end up in someone else’s arms.

“You’re right, but I don’t know how, I can barely talk to Y/N! My palms get sweaty, my ears start burning up and I stutter, it’s like I am a whole new me!” Yunho says, obviously frustrated and flustered even thinking about it.

“I could help,” Yeosang offers and Yunho looks up, smiling happily with anticipation. “Really? You would do that for me?” He asks getting closer to Yeosang and Yeosang stops him with his hand, “No, but I’m bored, jesus you guys are really the same.”

The next day came, you went to your locker, it was unusual, the letter sealed with the little heart wasn’t there, it was weird. It had became a routine to see the letters.

You hadn’t seen Yeosang for the day either, you just assumed he stayed at home and didn’t bother to tell you. You opened the locker, a paper falls out, you took the heart-shaped paper, that fell on the ground.

Please meet me after classes at the garden behind the school. There’s something I want to tell you, I hope you make it<3

~Secret admirer🐶

It had made you extremely nervous, you were finally going to meet the person who has been sending you beautifully written letters, who made you feel loved and who made you smile, just with some papers and ink. You put the paper inside your bag and head to class trying not to overthink too much.

Every hour, minutes and seconds were painful, it was so nerve-wracking. Time passed and the time was here, to finally meet them, you didn’t even realise that all your classmates had gone out.

You get out of your class, your legs quivered as you did so as you head outside the school, you slowly made way to the opening of the garden, you were met with roses on the ground, all laid on the ground neatly as if someone had left them as a trail.

You pick up the first,

Hello, it’s me, and I’m so fucking nervous right now.

There were the same paper heart from your locker stuck on the stem of the thornless roses

The second,

It’s been almost a month since you recieved my letters, and I love to see the smile on your face as you read them.

Yes, you did, the way you could sense how nervous the sender was just through words would make you smile and giggle.

The third,

Honestly, I won’t be surprised if you are disappointed of the result. But what can I do, I really like you but I am too scared.

You frown at those words, sad they would think of themselves in this manner. You crouched along the ground while picking the roses and reading the letters, not paying attention to the male in front of you.

The fourth,

But I finally mustered up some courage, so here I am, standing before you, near the fountain holding a rose.

You look up, there he was, standing exactly as said, more like written. He opens his mouth to speak up.

“Sincerely, your secret admirer.”

He watches your figure that slowly rose up to stand, you eyes laid upon the rose that he held in his hands. “Yunho? It was you?” he hears your voice ask in a soft tone.

“Yes,” he answers, “I know that I am such a wreck sometimes, especially around you, and it’s ridiculous how hard I fell for you but-”

“You’re so cheesy,” you giggle out cutting his sentence short, slowly walking closer, taking the rose he held in his hands. He took some time processing this, he was ready for you to flat out reject him.

You laughed again after reading the last paper,

A.k.a Yunho, I really like you Y/N.

“I really like you too you big puppy.”

His eyes widen when your arms wrap around him, hugging him tightly. “Wait is this actually happening right now,” he says in disbelief, the good kind, and you laugh, he finally hugs you back, a big smile plastered on his face, like a little kid opening their christmas gift.

He was so happy, so happy you liked him back, so happy he was hugging you right now.

You both pull away not letting go of each other’s body just yet, “So can I?” he asks while looking at your lips, and you smile. “Go for it,” he also smiles leaning down planting a soft kiss on your lips.

His ears turned red after he did so and you laugh at his cute behavior. “Okay stop, this is too disgusting,” Yeosang appears behind you, along with Wooyoung who was just too stunned to speak right now. “Yeosang helped me uh confess,” Yunho says and you smile at Yeosang.

“Don’t come any closer,” he warns but that wasn’t gonna be enough to stop you, and Yunho, the both of you pull him in a tight hug. “Let me go!” he says pushing you guys away, “I shouldn’t have helped you guys, I hate you guys.”

“We love you too.”

a/n: i know its cringe af-

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kechiwrites · 4 years ago

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katsuki, izuku, and shouto as types of doting dads

🌿 gender neutral!reader

🌿 sfw drabbles, lots of domestic fluff under the cut,

🌿 warning: bakugo swearing, of course

🌿 w.c: 1.2k (approx. 400 each)

🌿 a/n: thank u to my angel @mindninjax for naming katsu’s tiktok. sorry about the formatting, tumblr hates me.

katsuki

Bakugo’s kids are not spoiled, fuck you for even insinuating it.

Bakugo’s kids get what they need.

And what they need is a four tier bento box, every school day.

Insulated, of course, because “they aren’t fucking animals.”

And what starts as Bakugo just being a very attentive father, grows into you recording him coming home from his early morning run and grumbling while he puts on the frilly, lemon yellow apron your kids got him for Christmas two years ago, which grows into him carefully arranging a camera setup over your kitchen countertops, “because you’re the shittiest director alive, dumbass.” Which leads to the tiktok account dine-amight, where Bakugo uploads his intermediate-level character bentos, full to bursting with perfectly seasoned rice balls shaped like All Might and Hello Kitty, star and moon shaped fruits and veggies and occasionally, when your kids beg for them, Bakugo’s famous rainbow mini pancakes.

And of course a pro-hero with a reputation like Bakugo doing anything domestic is worth coverage and acclaim, blowing the account’s followers into the hundreds of thousands in a week.

In fact, people are shocked that Bakugo can even find the time. But he’d do anything for your kids, do anything to see them bring home empty bentos, bragging about all the kids drooling over their lunches that day. Anything to watch their missing tooth smiles when he asks how they were.

And if that means a couple of extra grocery trips at the end of the week and really early morning runs and gentle kisses on your forehead while you mutter and shift in your sleep before he starts the rice cooker, then so be it.

“Katsuki, they are not going to eat caviar. They do not need caviar.” Honestly, you were less surprised he was dropping it in the cart and more surprised your local supermarket even carried it in the first place.

“They’ll eat whatever the fuck I give them.” He bites, pushing the cart just shy of too fast through the aisle, head swivelling back and forth for god knows what else. An elderly woman casts your husband a dirty look as he just barely swings the metal buggy to avoid her, to which Katsuki helpfully spits “Keep it movin’, hag!”

“They’re 10!”

“Doesn’t mean they need to choke down dry ass chicken nuggets and grape juice all day.”

izuku

Birthday party dad, the absolute worst party dad. Thousands of dollars on his kids’ birthday parties. Princess parties, pirate parties, any theme your kids can gurgle about liking and Deku has pulled out his tablet and is putting a pinterest board together before you can remind him that the twins’ birthday was two months ago.

“We can get an early start on next year. What’ll you think it’ll cost to turn the pool into an ice rink?”

“My sanity.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

Gets almost ridiculously bitter when the family across the street throws an All Might themed party when he knows, he fucking knows, they overheard him talking about throwing one for the boys months ago, But he is not changing his plan. Naw naw naw, your kids are gonna get their All Might party, they’re getting the All Might Party. Every single attendee is getting a vintage, tin All Might lunchbox stuffed to bursting with All Might merch; toys, branded candy only released in Sweden, keychains, those little retro bubble charms, anything he can cram in there. The yellow, red and blue bouncy castle he rented rivals the size of your house. And then, because there is not a soul on the planet pettier than your husband, he forces every pro hero he’s ever known to get in costume and take photos with the kids. He makes the one with the twins your yearly christmas card, then hand delivers it to the family across the street.

In October.

You bake apology pies for weeks.

“You know this is ridiculous right? Deku, she’s 2” you stress the number, pinching the bridge of your nose. “She isn't going to remember any of this.”

“I'm not listening, I didn't hear that, I am busy putting little princesses on cupcakes, a task you said you would help me with.” He’s grinning when he turns to you, and when you hold out your hand, he places a piping bag full of baby pink frosting in your open palm.

Together you hunch over the kitchen island to ice and decorate twenty-four strawberry vanilla cupcakes, nudging and snickering at each other’s lopsided princess figures until the two of you are smearing icing on skin and tossing edible glitter into hair.

shouto

You know those “girl dads”? That’s Shouto. He takes her everywhere, takes pictures of everything that little girl does. School plays, holidays, playdates, you name it and there’s a dedicated, timestamped album that Shouto is begging to show every visitor, mailman and coworker.

He prints them out, and maintains an instagram account filled with his favourite daddy-daughter moments, updated. daily.

Nevermind that he hasn’t used his own personal account in 9 years.

His favourite thing is buying and wearing matching outfits, carrying her in one arm. “Yes, I know she can walk, she’s very talented, she can do anything. She just likes to be as tall as daddy is.”

Whenever he picks her up from school, your husband slides her sweet little coat on and gently secures her into her car seat, right where he can see her when he looks in the rearview mirror. Then, Shouto drives your daughter wherever she wants to go.

Wherever.

If it’s the zoo, they’re going, and they’re coming back with a gigantic, stuffed red panda to add to her own (not so little) plushie zoo at home. If it’s Starbucks, she comes toddling through the front door holding a VENTI, frozen hot chocolate frappuccino (no coffee, of course) and a brownie. Shouto asks them to make it special, he would never let her handle anything too hot.

“Shouto, stop. You’re gonna rot her teeth, she can’t even finish that.” Which is totally true, the cup’s as big as your daughter’s head. Not that she seems to mind, the way she hefts it up for you to see from the entryway while Shouto undoes her glittery blue shoelaces.

“I’ll finish the rest.” He shrugs, picking her up and plopping her down on the living room couch next to you, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head before shuffling off to hang up their identical winter coats.

He doesn’t even like chocolate.

“Why would she need a iPad?” You grab Shouto by his shoulders and make him look at you.

“For…school.” His voice is quiet and subdued and you almost feel bad...before you remember your husband is clutching an $800 tablet he intends to give your 6 year old kid to his chest in the middle of an electronics store.

“Baby...she’s in elementary school…They aren’t even using calculators yet.” You try to pry the package out of his grip, steadfastly ignoring the gentle downturn of Shouto’s mouth at the development.

“She’s very advanced for her age.” The frown is a full on pout by now and you shut it down as quick as you can.

“No. Uh uh. Put that bottom lip back in. Then put the tablet back.”

It’s wrapped in shiny purple paper by December 19th.

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lovedbydottore · 3 years ago

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╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎭

𝐅𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Fandom: One Punch Man (OPM)

Requested By: @chispaaaas

Pronouns: Was never mentioned but the reader is fem as requested

Keywords: (F/F) - Favorite Flower

Trigger Warning(s): Fights

Genre: Fluff { 🍡 } - Slight Angst { 🍹 }

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞

• Being Fubuki this fight was probably about you complaining on how she was overworking and she needs rest, but she has a stubborn nature which results in a ruckus between you and her

• Her telepathic powers just adds fuel to the fire, I could just imagine her throwing around random objects which would almost hit you. Whilst you try to stay calm and use words as a weapon against her.

• "(Y/N) please! You're always like this ugh. You don't understand do you? I'm doing this to stay at the top because we both know I have no chance againts Class A! If you won't support me then we should just break up." She shouted loudly, the utensils going berserk around the room as a knife slashes your cheek. The blood dripped down onto the floor staining it. Her eyes widened as she tried to reach out for you, only to be greeted to a hand to her wrist "(Y/N), I-" before she could speak anymore you walked out of the room slamming the door. Tears threatened her eyes, going down onto her cheek and finally down onto that tiny pool of blood. Falling to her knees she grabbed the knife, twisting it until it was unusable and repairable. She knew she messed up big time, you were the only person she fully trusted, the only one she could go to if she wanted to talk, her only lover. Meanwhile you were sitting on a bench fidgeting with your hands as those words echoed through your head. Closing your eyes you felt the warm sunset shine on your skin, the warm breeze dancing in your hair as the clouds form in many different shapes and sizes. Sighing you dragged your hand over your face "Maybe she was right, we should seperate" you whispered dragging your finger over the wound as the blood stains your fingertips.

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• Okay so I could just imagine her running outside to find you as the sun sets, like this girl would do anything and I mean ANYTHING for you. She would look left, right, up and down just to find you.

• Once she does see you on a bench, she would use her abilities to get your favorite flower. She knew it wasn't much but all she wanted was for you to forgive her and if you wouldn't at this time she would dedicate all the years of her life just to be with you again.

• Walking down the path, a flower in hand the breeze danced in her hair as the warm light shined in her eyes. (F/F) appeared in your view with that familiar luminous light surrounding it, you looked up to see your lover. Looking away you ignored her. She sighed and went down on her knees and suddenly hugged your waist, her head leaning on your chest. A heat made its way to your face as you tried to push her away. Her gripped tightened "(Y/N), I...I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you I swear! I love you more than anything else in this world and that's true. I want to grow old with you, please stay with me. I didn't mean to say those things! So please...stay with me?" She begged, her tears staining your shirt. Sighing you brushed her hair "The feeling is...mutual." You smiled, she looked up with the biggest smile on her face! Scooping your cheeks she rised up and placed a kiss on your lips. Wow I guess this is your happy ever after.

• After that she spoiled you rotten! Taking you to expensive restaurants and gives you the best of gifts, and well the end.

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Yooo I'm back but this doesn't mean I'll be that active bc of school pur 😍‼️ anyways I'm sorry if this is bad and all cuz I forgot my writing style ☹️☹️☹️ but nevermind that I hope u enjoy this and bye bye for now ��

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#one punch man #opm #opm fanfic #opm headcanons #fubuki one punch man #fubuki opm #fubuki x reader

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devilishoon · 3 years ago

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Request by anon: Hi there! Since requests are open I would like to ask for a suggestive and crack (?) writing in where drunk and overconfident enhypen's hyung line kiss and confess their feelings for reader without knowing she's not into boys, thanks!

There u go! 👀✨👇🏻

Heeseung

After getting drunk with your best friend Heeseung at a party (although he was the one who truly got drunk), you stayed in his house, because you didn't want to leave drunk Heeseung alone. Last time, he almost jumped through his bedroom's window so, this time, you accepted when he asked you for a sleepover.

When you both finished your chitty chat before going to sleep, you noticed that your friend was having a weird behaviour, but you just ignored it since he was drunk. The thing is that, after a while, he crossed the boundaries and kissed your lips, which was something you couldn't ignore anymore.

"What the hell are you doing??", you pushed him aside.

"I love you, y/n", he innocently smiled at you, making you feel sorry for him, because he didn't even know what was he saying according to his face expression.

"And I love you too, but...", you caressed Heeseung's face, looking into his brown eyes. "Come here", you felt the need to hug your poor best friend.

"You said you love me?", he asked, staring at you from below.

"I love you, but not in the same way you do", you replied, rearranging his hair strands. "I'm not into boys, Heeseung", you confessed, expecting an answer that you would never receive, because he fell asleep on your chest. "Have you really-? God, what am I supposed to do with this guy...", you tenderly laughed.

Jay

You went to the karaoke and sang a couple of songs with Jay, one of your best friends. He drank way too much that night, otherwise he could've never sing in front of you (something you didn't understand very well because his voice was wonderful).

Anyway, he was all drunk and it was getting late, so you let him sing one last song before leaving. But, what you didn't expect was him to dedicate you a love song and kiss you right after.

"I really like you, y/n", he hugged you, reeking of alcohol.

"Listen, you're a cool guy and all that but, to be honest, I'm a lesbian", you talked without mincing your words.

"I'm willing to have a threesome in any case", he insisted, but you stopped him.

"Jay, I'm a lesbian, lesbians only feel attracted to girls."

Jake

"Jake, stop singing."

Your friend was drunk and you were taking him home.

"I need you to stay, need you to stay hey. I get drunk, wake up, I'm wasted still. I realize the time that I wasted here", he kept singing out loud.

"Oh, please, shut up", you were ashamed of him. The neighbors of that area stared at you and Jake with judging faces.

"Shut me up", he dared you.

"How am I suposed to shut you up?", you furrowed your eyebrows.

Suddenly, he stood in front of you and joined his lips with yours. To be honest, he had the softest lips you've ever tasted, but you couldn't enjoy it at all, since you were not into boys and it was your guy friend the one kissing you.

"Et voilà", he smiled at you with his shiny eyes.

"Jake, I like girls, I thought you knew that", you were confused by his actions.

"Well, I'm in love with you, I had no idea of your orientation", the shine in his eyes dissapeared. "Nevermind, forget what just happened", he realised he had made a fool of himself.

Sunghoon

It was Jake's birthday and, to be honest, you weren't feeling that comfortable. Jake had invited a few of his Australian friends to his birthday party, friends who tried to flirt with you everytime. And if that weren't enough, your friend Sunghoon started to feel sick after drinking way too much, and you had to take him out of there so that he could catch some air.

"Do you have any problem with me?" you asked, as he kept pushing you away everytime you tried to make him feel better by rubbing his back.

"You were having fun with all those hot Australian guys, why don't you go back in there?"

Something was wrong with him, he had never talked to you like that before.

"What do you mean, Sung...?", he interrumpted you once again, but this time he did so by kissing you with his soft lips.

"I wanna date you, but you're always busy thinking about somebody else", he confessed, remaining near your lips.

"Sunghoon...", you tried to tell him about your sexual orientation, but he kept going.

"I've been loving you since the day I met you, but aparently you...", this time you were the one who interrupted him.

"That's enough. I'm not even into boys, Sunghoon", you finally expressed yourself.

Out of the blue, he turned over and threw up. "Oh wow, how seductive", you thought, laughing on the inside, but helping him to stay upright.

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen reactions #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #jay hard hours #jay hard thoughts #jay smut #heeseung reactions #jay reactions #jake hard hours #jake enhypen smut #jake reactions #sunghoon reactions #sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard hours #request by anon

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ttuesday · 3 years ago

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Hello! How would the gang members react to their s/o asking to eat them out? 👀

Alrighty I’ll be real with u, I was so confused with this cause I didn’t know who was supposed to be eating out who ;-;

I did it so it’s the gang member eating out the SO but if I’ve gotten this completely wrong pls just let me know <3

Arthur

Arthur doesn't think he's worthy to date you nevermind go down on you. But if it's what you want then Arthur will try his absolute best. Of course he mumbles "Don't be expecting much" and "I ain't really great at this" and a few other things like that.

But that does NOT reflect his skill. Arthur may not be confident in his ability but he's just being modest. He gets into a good rhythm, pays attention to what you like the most and isn't afraid to use his hands too.

Every noise you make encourages him to keep going and Arthur won't stop until you're fully satisfied. Afterwards, Arthur's a little surprised at how well that went. Honestly he expected himself to fuck it up somehow.

Charles

Charles is a very giving person so it doesn't take long for him to go down on you when y'all get into a relationship. He takes his time, making sure to appreciate every part of your body before finally settling in between your legs.

Charles knows exactly what he's doing so you don't need to worry about giving him any instructions. All you have to do is enjoy, which is pretty easy to do when you've got his mouth on your ~sensitive parts~

He is so goddamn dedicated to your pleasure, this man won't stop until you've came at least twice. Someone pls give him a gold medal cause he is E L I T E.

Dutch

Dutch likes it when you ask him. There's just something about you asking him to touch you and go down on you that really strokes his ego.

He rents a hotel room so ye can really make a night of it. Dutch strives off making things as intimate and sensual as possible so there’s a chance he might suggest you wear a blindfold or use some rope to make things more interesting.

Dutch edges you so goddamn much. He knows exactly what he's doing with his mouth but he won't let you finish until you're practically screaming his name.

Micah

This isn't exactly Micah's speciality. He's used to being the one receiving, not the one giving. But he does like you a lot so he's willing to give it a go. Micah won't admit this to you but at first he's a little intimidated. He knows you're good with your mouth but now he has to show his skill.

You can tell he doesn't have as much skill in this area as he'd like to admit but he definitely puts a lot of effort into it. With a little guidance from you, Miah starts to get the hang of it.

Turns out, Micah actually likes going down on you. He surprises himself with how much he gets you to moan and whimper by just using his mouth. It is a massive ego boost and he loves to tease you for as long as possible. Micah regrets not trying it sooner, he had no idea it'd be so much fun.

John

When you bring this up to John, it's when you're both out scouting a job. It's the only time alone you've had with him all day so you took the opportunity to talk to him about it. He raises his eyebrows and glances around "Right here? Now?".

Honestly if you want him to go down on you straight away then John has no problem doing that. It's actually a big turn on for him and it'll definitely make scouting more interesting than he'd thought it would be.

John really focuses when he goes down on you, making sure he catches every little thing that makes you moan or arch your back. When you grip his hair and apply some pressure, John instantly groans which makes the whole thing so much better.

Javier

Javier's excited. He talks himself up, promising you a night of pure bliss. He's a little nervous that he won't live up to expectations but he knows you and what makes you squirm so he thinks he'll be fine.

He's very generous and is quick to study your reactions to see what you like best. Javier is living his best life when his mouth is getting to work on you.

Afterwards, he showers you in compliments. Javier holds you as he tells you all about how beautiful you looked moaning his name.

Sean

Sean is ready whenever you are. He doesn't have a lot of skill or experience but he loves making you feel good. Honestly he's shocked he hasn't done this yet but he's confident he'll make it up to you.

He's very eager and doesn't hold back. Sean doesn't really know what he's doing so if you tell him to focus on a certain area or touch another part of you too, Sean does it without question.

When he starts to feel his length harden, Sean might start to go faster because he wants to get his own release soon too but just give him a few more orders and he'll settle down again. Oh and if you tug at his hair too harshly, he'll stop what he's doing to quickly complain before getting back to work.

Hosea

C'mon now we all know Hosea's got experienced so he knows the basic techniques to please you.

Not only that but Hosea likes to keep track of what really gets you going in general so he already knows what he should incorporate into it.

Hosea loves the idea of going down on you and honestly it's probably one of the first ~activities~ y'all do.

This man has the power to make you come within 2 goddamn minutes. He definitely has a talented mouth.

#honestly I can’t tell if I’ve done this right or not #every time I read it I get a different answer #but like I said if I got this wrong then just let me know lol #and at least this is something to keep y’all going #headcanons #writings #arthur morgan #charles smith #dutch van der linde #micah bell #john marston #javier escuella #sean macguire #hosea matthews #rdr2

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If it makes u feel any better I'm a die-hard jayce lover and ur jayce posts make my day. srsly i don't understand why he gets so much hate. I'm sorry people are lowkey hating on ur jayce art! Thats super sucky

jayce is disproportionately hated to the point that it might be an honest to god meme. i could go on a rant abt why and how, and i have for hours in the past (🤕), but i think the bigger issue with this specific situation is how ppl view artists as content cows. it’s why original artists rarely get as much attention. some ppl feel entitled to art and use it to propel their own blogs instead of engaging with the artist, and it makes it so that art is never a conversation or experience. it’s all “content.”

i spent 23 hrs on that jayce drawing. not bc i had to make it perfect for my followers or bc i think the longer i spend, the better it’ll be. in fact, my art accs would be getting a lot of popularity if i posted more frequently. i took my time bc i enjoy getting into details and appreciating characters through the dedication i put into a piece, getting the chance to figure things out as i go with the time i allow myself. i’m like this with most of my art, yet i frequently get comments abt the inaccuracies (usually purposeful headcanons anyway) or demands for their favorite characters to be included, nevermind if i even like those characters. i’ll spend 23 voluntary hours on an art piece, but it will never be enough bc ppl expect a manufactured rate of “content” to be put out (can you tell that i hate that word lol)

idrk if i can fully describe how i feel abt this, but the best comparison is when mitski requested that fans stop filming+posting her concerts so they can connect with the experience, and twt was quick to accuse her of gatekeeping. ppl forget that her performances are just as much for her as they are for her fans. and to a lesser degree, i think that’s why comments like this upset me. like ofc i’m gonna get offended when someone tells the person with a blorbo pfp that their blorbo sucks, but it hits on a much more personal level too

#listen this is already pretentious but it’s smth i’ve been thinking abt for a while #and i’ve seen so many other artists feel the way i do too #prozd recently made a video on why he doesn’t make skits anymore and he more or less says the same thing #i stg it doesn’t matter what kind of artform it is creators always get disrespected #why is it selfish to want to connect with others? why are artists entitled for wanting recognition?#dgmw the majority of my interactions are some of the kindest and most motivating things i’ve ever received #but every time i post jayce i always get that hesitation of ‘is it worth it’#AND OFC IT’S WORTH IT HE DOESN’T GET ENOUGH LOVE AS IS LMAO #but it kinda goes to show what i expect at this point #god this got long im gonna go back to playing wwf #danswers #arcane

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Hey Goldy, i'm positive Yoongi isn't straight and has been fairly open about it from the early years. So do u think that Yoongi could've influenced Jikook (especially Jimin cuz he is very close to him) in any sort of way on their journey?

Jimin is VERY close to Yoongi

Thank you so much for this statement😭

I feel seen and heard🤧

Not a lot of Jokers out here appreciate Yoonmin's bond😭😭😭😭

The disrespect! How dare they!

In reality, Yoonmin is one of the best ships that reflects the hyung dongsaeng dynamic perfectly in BTS in my opinion- Jinkook and Yoonkook, NamTae are heavy contenders I'd say but Yoonmin is right up there with them. Love Jihope too- if they could cut down on the flirting chilee.

No JHOPE I don't want you to call Jimin sexy or look at him like you want to gobble him with a glass of Sprite- it's weird😭😭😭

But also don't stop

From Suga 'bullying' Jimin, teasing him, praising him, mentoring him, the bickering- he is the biggest PJM right next to JK and Namjoon. I said what I said.

So thank you for this. I literally cried.

Feel so good to hear someone say that.

I'm having an existential crisis at the moment and Yoonmin is what is getting me through it at the moment.

People need to stop invalidating the members' bond. Seriously. Not cool. They all have beautiful dynamics real or not.

But he's gay? 🤔

You believe Suga is gay??

Damn.

He's queer and has been pretty open about it from the beginning???

A lot of people assume that about him actually. I think it's interesting.

Did he influence Jikook, Jimin in anyway...

If by influence you mean support then yes. I think he was and has been very supportive of Jimin and JK individually and has helped them embrace and make sense of certain aspects of themselves.

I think he's more understanding than most of the challenges and difficulties of being young and uncertain of who you are growing up under public scrutiny and in a highly hostile environment.

I think he is wise beyond his age and I have a ton of love and respect for him as both a person and an artist.

I love 'People' so much...

I think the most Iconic thing he's said so far to me is this totally woke, fanservice questioning and ridiculing statement:

'I didn't want to wear the maid outfit. I was surprised when they said it's for the fans. We don't have any interest in seeing girls wear men's clothes so why does the fans want us to wear women's clothes?'

It's weird. Fanservice is weird.

My least favorite moment of his is when he admonished JK not to say things like he'd want a tattoo when he grows up because the fans wouldn't like that.

I found that very contradictory for someone who's life motto is nevermind- or is it I don't give a shit?😏

Find it equally triggering whenever he teases JK about crying too much or being a cry baby as if it's wrong for men to cry. There's nothing wrong with shedding tears. Men cry too.

Then the bit about him not wanting tattoos or just a dot on his toe or feet or something because he has things he might want to do post BTS that having a tattoo would just be an inconvenience... quite conservative I'd say.

He don't give a fuck but then he gives a fuck?

Mans gotta be a realist or I'd chalk up these inconsistencies in his values to the clash between his Persona and his real self.

To be fair, he's not the only one. That conflict plays out in almost every member's outlook.

I see Yoongi as that one person who'd say to a person, go for it but end that advice with a caveat such as, 'but understand people will hate you for it' or some truth along those lies.

He places consequences right next to desire and as long as the person is not oblivious to and can bare the consequences of their actions, decisions and choices then I think he'd ask them to go for it and stand in their truth.

That much I know is his value and I can see how that might have impacted both JM and JK. But rather than encourage them to take risks, I think he pushes them to seize opportunities and put themselves outside- there's a difference there. Their not one and the same.

More than anyone in BTS, I think he understands the gravity of being queer, closeted or being in a relationship with a bandmate in the industry they work in.

I think he is much mature enough to understand the consequences of over attachment and risks of detachment and that too plays out in the way Jikook carry themselves around in the group.

Other than that, I think he minds his business most times.

Do I think he is open minded about conversations on sexuality? Absolutely.

But that's as far as I can go on the topic.

I do not believe he is queer and I'm not convinced in anyway he is pansexual or bisexual either- don't quote his song lyrics to me I already know. Lol.

Boy or girl my tongue will send you to hongkong....

And then his interviews about what he finds attractive in women??

'... it's not limited to boys or girls?'

Lolololololololol

I think that bit was heavily misconstrued.

'I'M NOT GAY'

This was his response when he was asked to talk about moments his heart skipped because of JHOPE. Similar to moments when the members had said their they almost fell for a band mate perhaps.

Other translations of that statement he made in the interview was, 'since we are both men, how can my heart throb for a man' and then he laughs it off.

Knowing Suga, I think he probably meant that in the most ridiculing, most mocking way possible- these interviewers be asking some stupid questions sometimes.

But imagine Suga saying that with two gay members sitting right next to him in that interview and how these members would feel hearing him say that about homosexuality.

One thing about BTS, if they be making loud openly 'woke' statements, take a shovel to their past- it's usually because they've messed up somewhere and are simply acting conscious of the things they say that can come across as problematic. In my opinion.

They do learn and grow from their mistakes. That's one thing I love about BTS.

They've all had their problematic moments as I keep saying.

To me, this interview moment would be one of such said problematic moments if not one very homophobic moment of Suga's- if the translations were right I mean. chileee. Lemme shut up. Lol.

And before anyone says but JK said the same thing too...

JK had a 'fear' of coming across as Gay in his early years. Part of the reason he wanted JM on the west of his east when the cameras came around- in my opinion.

He'd stutter when similar 'gay' questions were thrown his way- prompting Jimin to ask him straight away not to answer said question when an interviewer asked him.

You pair that with some of the members describing him as 'wanting to be manly' or appear like a manly man and it's not hard to figure out what was going on with him.

He'd pause and look at JM funny when JM would describe their relationship as in between friends and romance...

Jimin had to tell him to relax and that it was normal for men to say 'love' to men without it being weird or gay.

He knew gayism was a thing. He simply didn't want to be viewed as one- either because of his own repressed homosexual desires, in which case that would be internalized homophobia or he really really didn't like being thought of as gay- homophobia.

Suga's is different.

He either genuinely didn't know gay was a thing or that some men's heart actually beat for other men- seems to me he thought the idea of a man's heart skipping for another man absurd or impossible- or dude thought he was being a smart pants with that remark. Lol.

Baring his age in mind at the time of the interview, that in anyway reflects his ideals or assumptions about sexuality. That heterosexuality is D norm. That straight is all he can be or should be thought of as- He clearly hasn't read the blogs. He's in for a rude awakening.

If JK had this ideology about sexuality I think he would have been able to hide his sexuality better and not freak out each time people made jokes about it💀

Suga's said explicitly he is attracted to gal's who wear headphones, doesn't like gals who play hard to get- said he'd kick em if they didn't quit playing hard to get (misogynistic and abusive lyrics there but it's hiphop- let's not talk about that) finds it ridiculous that men should wear female clothes, thinks 'men' shouldn't cry.... all the making of a fine gay man😃

Should we chalk it up to internalized homophobia then??

I wouldn't.

A very dedicated Sope shipper will tell you, he said what he said to cover the fact he is gay so there's that. Lol.

I'm just not convinced Suga is part of the community but I think he is open minded now, leans less into his conservative values and more towards progressive values and thoughts.

I don't think he in any way shape or form 'influenced' Jikook to be gay or to do the gay if that's what you were asking.

But I do respect your opinion on Suga. I think we are all free to assume whatever we want in this case.

I might be wrong about him. You might be wrong about him or we could all be right. We will never know.

Thanks for the ask.

Wasn't comfortable answering it though. Lol.

I don't like when I have to watch what I say.

Sigh.

Signed,

GOLDY

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vincent-frankenstein · 5 years ago

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ADHD sides hcs :3c

self projection time? self projection time

feel free to add ur own hcs onto this im jus usin my own experiences here

startin w PATTON

emotional regulation? who’s she? patton only knows feeling emotions with Every Single Atom in his body so powerfully he might one day Explode

if he’s happy hes HAPPY!!!!! it’s like his body fills with light and he’s walking 2 feet off the ground and nothing could go wrong — and then whoops, something goes wrong, and wh o o ps, hes crying, whoops —

has a million stuffed animals sitting aLL around the house so he always has something to Squeeze

Squeezing is a good stim dont @ me

he throws his whole body into stimming

flapping, bouncing, jumping, spinning — his body must be moving at all times or he will die

starting things is. Very very hard for him. executive dysfunction hits DEEP and he’s just,,, paralyzed. he wants to do the thing!!! he really does!!! his brain just Wont Let Him

logan used to get very frustrated with him but then patton like, explained how it felt and a little lightbulb went off in logan’s head

“patton, I think you have adhd.”

“... i’m guessin that doesn’t mean im a-delightful-hip-dad?”

then they did some Research together and put together a plan to help patton work around executive dysfunction and, it works, sometimes

when it doesnt, logan makes hot cocoa and sits with him

AUDITORY. PROCESSING. PROBLEMS.

“Hey, Pat, what’s for dinner?” “huh?” “I said, what’s for —” “meATloaf”

hearing is an uphill struggle so sometimes he just Signs instead but a lot of the time he gets so excited about what he’s trying to say he just dissolves into flapping halfway through the sentence

lots of hyperfixations !!!! so many !!! he cycles through em one after another suuuuper quickly

he never forgets a hyperfixation, and the mention of ANY old hyperfixations will have him cry-flapping

roman: hey did u know they’re making another phineas and ferb movie -

patton, vibrating intensely and sobbing, .5 seconds away from launching into orbit: theYR E MAKING A WHAT

ROMAN

singing is his absolute FAVORITE STIM

that moment where u reach a point in a song where ur chest just, Swells and u can feel ur voice Vibrating ? yeah

sometimes Does Not warm up beforehand bc ??? he has No Choice but to sing along to certain songs and he cant always control when they come on so his voice sometimes gets Very Raspy from belting without warmups

aside from that twirling and doing Ballet Poses are also very good stims. he stick his leggy out Real Far mmhm

roman: *starts a new project and doesnt finish it* *starts a new project and doesnt finish it* *starts a new project and doesnt finish it* *starts a new project and doesnt finish it *starts a new project and doesnt finish it* *starts a new project and doesnt finish it* *starts a new project and doesnt fin

his room is a MESS and NO he will NOT clean it LOGAN he has a SYSTEM

he doesnt have a system and the mess stresses him out to no end but he has one (1) braincell and it’s dedicated to Starting Projects And Not Finishing Them so

needs validation to survive

like legit if he doesnt get validation he will DIE

on the flip side, if he gets any sort of rejection, he will also Die

logan: so I read through your latest script, and the idea is solid. We can definitely work with this. I did notice one oddly structured sentence so I fixed that for you —

roman: so you basically hate it and i should die

rejection sensitive dysphoria is the one villain he has yet to figure out how to slay

contrary to what u might think, he keeps his hyperfixations Very close to his heart. he doesnt think he would survive it if one of the others were to criticize them

the one exception to this rule: disney.

you cant look at this boy and tell me hes not hyperfixated on disney i mean did you s E E him in that one ep cmon

he will ramble about disney to anyone who will listen for hours. days, even, if you give him the opportunity. infodumping about disney is like injecting pure sunlight right into his bloodstream; by the end of it he’s glowing

once, after accepting anxiety, virgil and roman ended up in another debate about the Meanings of disney movies, but this time it was friendly, and by the end of it roman had gotten to ramble about each and every one of his favorite movies and he had never been happier

it was the first time virgil ever saw him Flap

they still get together to talk disney sometimes

VIRGIIIIL

virgil: *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while liste

like roman, Music is virgil’s main stim, but he prefers to just. Move. bouncin his leg and drumming his hands in the air and shaking his head etc etc

it takes. literally foreVER for him to trust the others enough to stim around them. music is his main comfort but, for a Long Time, he wouldnt let himself listen to it when the others were around, just bc he knew he’d want to stim and he couLDNT bc what if he got juDGED

but then one day roman starts singing and patton jumps up and starts spinning and virgils like “???” and logans like “that’s how they stim” and virgils like “!!!!”

he Tappy Leg Real Fast

he also has a string of beads he carries everywhere to twist around his fingers bc bead,,, Good Texture

he struggles with rsd just as badly as roman, but he shows it in a Different Way

roman hurts, but hes an actor. he’s not about to invite more rejection by letting them know how much their words hurt! no no no, he keeps up the bravado until hes back in his room and then he breaks

but virgil. the rsd hits and its like, a physical blow to his chest and he crumples, wilting in on himself, and the world around him just sorta, ebbs away. for virgil, rsd is static

after AA the others start to learn his Signs for when hes feeling Bad™ so whenever he shrinks away they’ll stop the conversation and talk him through his insecurities until he feels better

SPOOKY HYPERFIXATIONS ALL THE WAY

went to Halloween Horror Nights one (1) time and now listens to the music on repeat and just. stims for hours

also hes in love with austin gumbam from academy of villains me? self projecting? never

knows Every Obscure Fact from Every Horror Movie Ever and the urge to infodump is Consntantly at the forefront of his mind but he Never Does

unless someone gives him permission

virgil: oh? chucky? thats a. cool movie. did you know that — uh. nvm

logan: no no, go on

virgil, vibrating at a speed that could shatter glass: iF YOU INSIST-

LOGAN,,,,

this bitch is just as bad at Emotional Regulation as patton

hes just better at hiding it

that little stunt w the paper in lntao? he is Constantly .5 seconds away from going apeshitt. that was just A Glimpse into the chaos

he’s just,,,, very very bad at Identifying what he’s feeling. patton hid his feelings from the others, but he still knew what he was feeling, and he knows how to identify emotions

logan, on the other hand?

logan: passion and anger are both Hot. they must be The Same Thing

patton: i. i mean. not really

logan: goddamnit

patton: logan? are you crying?

logan, touching his cheek and finding Tears: hm. tragic. and here i thought i was “happy”

he’d much rather just,,, Not feel but thats not an option bc he still feels things intensely, he just doesnt know What he’s feeling most of the time

quiet stims. he runs his hands along the fabric of his tie, feeling the grooves of the stitches, and readjusts his glasses constantly. if he’s feelin extra wild, he’ll even pull out his rubix cube and solve and re-solve it without even looking

LOTS of obscure hyperfixations

he has so many books on so many different subjects,,,, his room is more of a library than a bedroom and thats just the way he likes it

throwback to that one time he hyperfixated on reptiles and thomas’ little “slimy boy” outburst had him chasing deceit around the mindscape trying to feel his scales “FOR SCIENCE”

memory. problems.

he HATES hates hates hates the fact that things slip his mind so easily. hence, the notebook, and the daily planner, and the deluge of postits hanging around his bedroom

it frustrates him to no end especiaLLY when he forgets important information in front of thomas

patton watches out for the signs of Frustration and brings logan a cup of tea later than day and helps him sort through the Mess of notes on his desk to catalogue the Important Info

just let logan and patton be adhd buds @god bls i beggeth

but when he does remember The Information and thomas praises him? effervescent

logan, after thomas called him cool, kicking down pattons door: I FINALLY KNOW WHAT HAPPINESS TRULY FEELS LIKE

patton: hey! cool your jets there, kiddo!

logan:

patton: :3c

logan, turning around: neveRMIND

patton: nO WAI T-

the day thomas called him cool was the first time he ever Flapped

#patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides #adhd #sanders sides hcs #celeste's portfolio #woop w o o p #very Basic™ but im jus like. throwing some of My Experiences at the sides and seein what sticks so #out of this im like. mostly patton n roman #espe c I A LLY roman's singing stim my voice is SHOT rn bc ive been singing nonstop without warming up #adhd sides #legit pls add onto this !!!! i wanna see what experiences Others have

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mxsmwndr · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas, Darling

Pairing: Modern!Newt x Reader

Summary: Being single is tough sometimes. Friends tease you, family members don't leave you alone, and people flirt with you constantly. It's especially tough when you have a crush on your best friend. Especially when you need him to pretend to be your date to a party.

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name

Warnings: Nothing too bad. There is a small panic attack towards the end.

A/N: Happy holidays!! This one's dedicated to the wonderful @technolilly! Thank you for all of your requests!! There may or may not be a crush x reader fake date coming soon Bold is texting back and forth, and if you don't have your ears pierced, pretend they're something else! Here's the 'Soft Rock' playlist from this story! I actually have one!! (Cannon that Newt only listens to rock. Alt for if he's feeling pumped/angsty, and classic for the relaxing times/late nights)

Disclaimer: I don't own your or Newt or this idea

"Actually, you're wrong." You said before you could stop yourself.

"Oh, really?" Minho challenge. "How so?"

Shuck. "Well, you see... um, I'm already dating him. It's just... it's a secret, so you can't tell anyone." You said.

Minho raised an eyebrow, but seemed satisfied with your answer. "Okay. Then prove it." He said.

Oh shuck. You thought, but still decided to see how far you could push yourself. "How?"

That would give you time to come up with a lie.

Minho shrugged, and you cursed yourself.

"Fine." You said. "I'll bring him to the Christmas party Saturday." No, no! You shucking liar! Shut up! The voice inside your head screamed at you. You ignored it, though, enjoying the idea of destroying Minho's delicate ego.

In a friendly way, of course.

Minho looked shocked for a moment, which soon melted into a sly smirk. "Good. I'll see you there, then." He said, and cockily leaned against the staircase railing besides him.

You were about to release the breath you didn't realize you held until Minho spoke up again. Quickly, and to stop yourself from saying anything else you'd regret, you decided to distract yourself by tying your shoes.

"Oh." He said, clicking his fingers as if he just remembered something. "Thomas said to dress fairly nice." He said with a wink, and turned around to open the door.

"I always 'dress fairly nice'." You mumbled to yourself, and stopped Minho from leaving you at the door. "Minho!" You yelled. He turned, "Never wink at me again!" Minho smiled at you, signaling that he got your message. You got your other shoe on, yelled a quick goodbye, and shut the door behind you, making your way to your car. "How am I gonna get out of this one?" You asked yourself while you drove home.

Remember when you specifically asked Minho not to tell anyone about you and Newt? Yeah, that didn't really work.

Lesson learned, Minho's not great at keeping secrets.

He's not even close to being good, actually.

The next day, which just had to be Monday, was the day you discovered that. Really, it was when you found out that Minho told Thomas, who told Teresa and Brenda, who told Aris, who called Sonya, who decided not to tell Newt but instead to tell Harriet, who told Alby. Luckily, Alby can keep a secret. And as it turns out, he can make other people keep secrets.

So when Newt got to school on Wednesday, he didn't know anything about your little lie.

And that's how you liked it.

"Hey, Newt!" You called to your best friend, and ran over to him while waving a hand.

He turned to you, and his beautiful golden eyes locked with yours. "Hey!" He said excitedly as he limped towards you.

You gave Newt a hug, which he eagerly returned. Then, you pulled him away, hardly noticing the way he clutched onto you for a little longer. You kept your hands rested on Newt's shoulders, and looked him deeply in the eyes.

"I need to tell you about something." You said slowly while you checked your sorroundings for eavesdroppers (Minho and Thomas). When you were finish, you added "But not here."

Newt gave you a confused look, but Minho jumped onto his shoulders, so the expression quickly melted into a boyish grin. They did a little handshake, and you decided to be on your way to your first hour the second Minho winked at you--even though you told him not to.

U busy rn? You texted Newt. His Bitmoji popped up, and put a hand on it's chin like it was thinking.

No Came the response after a few seconds.

Kay You said. You thought for a moment, and quickly typed a response. Wanna fake date? You asked. Shaking your head, you quickly deleted the response and came up with another one.

R u going to the christmas party?

Newt's Bitmoji thought again, dissapeared directly after his response popped up.

Planning on it

Again, you replied with: Kay

Can u help me with something? You added, just before anxiety of Newt's reaction told you not to. Theres a guy at school who won't leave me alone... so can you pretend to by my boyfriend? Just for a little bit

With what Newt texted.

You thought for a moment, and replied with a quick lie; This is going to sound rly weird but there's a shank at school who keeps flirting with me so I may or may not have told him that I had a boyfriend so he'd back off? You slammed 'send' before your anxiety even thought of telling you no. Again.

Newt's Bitmoji jumped up, and started thinking. This felt like an eternity for you, when it was mere seconds.

Or maybe it wasn't.

Maybe it really was and eternity, and you thought it was only a few seconds. Maybe he really was about to screenshot it to send to all of his friends and ruin your life.

But that wasn't like him. Not at all.

So maybe he was trying to think of an answer so he couldn't mess this up instead--or he was asking his sister for help. Maybe he loved what you guys had, and didn't want to ruin it over a silly crush. Maybe he wanted to date you for real instead.

Whatever the reason, you both hated being put in this position. Maybe some (you) more than others.

Oh my god. Why'd I do that?! I screwed us up. Oh no, oh no. You thought. You were about to write a reply saying nevermind, when Newt's response popped up.

So u want me to pretend to be the boyfriend

You winced at yourself, at how cringy it sounded--asking your best friend to fake date you so you could prove something else to your other best friend while having secret feelings for the first one--but reluctantly confirmed Newt's theory.

Newt took a while to respond, but still less than he did before. Who is the slinthead anyway

What? You asked yourself. What does that have to do with anything?

You didn't want to point fingers, so you went with a safe bet in saying: You don't kno him.

Does Minho

Tommy

Anybody

Not that I know of. Why does this matter so much? U gonna beat him up?

Newt typed a response, but apparently deleted it and typed something else. You meant the text as a joke.

I can go so I'll drive u to Tommy's at 6:30. He said to dress nice so send me a pic of your dress so I'll match my tie

Wait. What?

Did you read that right? You went back and reread Newt's reply.

Yep. Newt just agreed to fake date you.

Oh, shuck! You thought. Newt just agreed to fake date me!

Thx! IOU 1!! You keyed in, and shut your phone off. You sighed, thanking the gods under your breath. A goofy grin soon spread across your face, and you walked over to your closet to pick an outfit.

"How about this?" You asked, turning to face your friends for about the 50th time that night. The dress was elegant and red. The knee-length velvety hugged your skin warmly. You had black tights underneath, but no shoes picked out yet.

Brenda eyed you up and down like a judgemental mother would to her daughter. "Well..."

"YES!" Sonya screamed, leaping up from her seat. Teresa jumped, suddenly awake, causing you to giggle slightly.

"Oh my god, Newt will love it!" Sonya said, running over to admire the dress up close.

You smiled, "You really think so? It's not too much?"

"Too much? Are you kiddin' me!? He loves you no matter what you do!" She said, spinning you around in the dress.

You froze. What? Oh... You suddenly realized the deal with Min, and your muscles relaxed.

Sonya froze as well. With that, you heart rate quickened. It felt like it was going to burst. At least, until Sonya shouted "We need jewelry!" And dragged you towards your dresser.

She dug through the drawers like they were her own, and turned to you when she found nothing. "(Y/n)! Where's your jewelry?!"

You gave her an odd look. "Uh... I don't have any?"

"What!?" Brenda screeched from your bed. She loved jewelry; anything from toe rings to finger rings to nose rings. She ran over to you and your friend.

You sent her a sheepish smile. "Yeah--"

"I'll be back!" Brenda said, holding up her index finger to show a number one, like saying 'give me a sec' or something.

You met Sonya's eyes, and she laughed. You did too.

Sonya laughs like her brother. Cheerfully and free of cares of who could be watching. It was contagious.

Soon, you were laughing as well.

Until Teresa asked if you and Newt have kissed yet.

"Uh... no. Why?" You responded.

Teresa smirked at you. "No reason," she said in a sly voice. Like a snake.

Sonya sent her a glare, but it was interrupted when Brenda waltzed back into your room with a makeup bag.

Or... rather a jewelry box.

Brenda dug through her box, in search of the perfect accessories. Sonya was about to join her, when Brenda jumped up, startling Teresa.

Again.

"These!!" Brenda said, holding up a sparkling pair of dangly earrings.

You eyed them, "Okay...?" You said, and hesitated before taking them out of her hands.

While you put them on, Brenda began her search for rings, necklaces and/or bracelets. She finished by the time you did, but Sonya handed the silver bracelets to you.

When they were secured, you turned back to your friends. "Cute!" Sonya and Brenda squealed.

"Aw, my baby girl is all grown up!" Sonya said, even though you were older. Her hands were next to her cheek while she smiled at you, giving you the look you give your friend when they're about to get married.

"And she's dating your brother!" Brenda needlessly added. This caused you to blush.

"So cute!" They squealed once more. You looked to Teresa for help, but she just smiled and took a picture.

Sonya's phone rang in her pocket. She opened it, and looked to you apologetically. "I have to help Newt." She said, starting to leave.

"Byeeee!" Brenda and Teresa called after her.

"Bye!" Sonya returned.

"Thanks for making me not look stupid!" You called after her.

Sonya gave you a two fingered salute while she walked away. She turned around, "Don't mess that dress up, (Y/n). I'll bring heels before the party."

"Heels?" You groaned.

"Yes, heels." Brenda responded, bringing you to the mirror. She pushed your hair out of your face, and lead you over to your mirror. "Now we need to figure out makeup." She said.

You were exhausted, but you were finally party ready. You checked your reflection in the mirror, qquadruple-checking to make sure there wasn't any wrinkles you missed. Your makeup shimmered in the light of your room. It was natural, but fancy. Nothing too much.

The honk of a car horn interrupted your thoughts. You peered through your window to find Newt, gave him a quick wave, and grabbed your heels before walking out the door of your house.

Newt reached across the passenger seat, and opened the door for you.

"Thank you so much for agreeing to this." You said to Newt, shutting the car door behind you.

"No problem." He was dressed nicely, too. A black shirt tucked into black pants with a red tie that matched your dress.

You put your feet up on the dashboard and started to put your shoes on. Newt eyed you, then your shoes.

"Are those Sonya's?"

You sent him a sheepish smile, "Yeah."

He laughed, and returned his attention to the road infront of him.

"I don't wear heels!" You said defensively.

Newt just laughed more. "You seem to be now!"

You groaned in frustration, and brought your feet down. You slouched low into the chair in a pout.

"It was a joke, babe!"

Your heart stopped. Babe? "'Babe'?" You repeated your thoughts.

"Er... yeah. I, uh... since we're...."

You giggled, "Relax, shuck-face. It's fine."

"Babe." You added.

Newt pulled into Thomas's driveway, and gave you a funny look. You were about to get out when Newt stopped you.

"Let me get the door for you." He said, leaping out of his seat and limping over to your side.

He opened the door, and you gave him a grateful look. He shut the door while still watching you, but your stares were interrupted by a wolf whistle.

You and Newt turned, and found Minho in the front of Thomas's house.

He wore his usual stupid smirk.

That bastard. You grabbed Newt's hand and pushed past Minho. You smirked to yourself in triumph after.

"Ship it!" Minho yelled from behind you.

Newt gave you a confused glance, but you brushed it off with an apologetic smile.

Until you lost your balance. Stupid heels! You felt yourself falling to the ground until a pair of strong arms caught you.

You looked up and found your savior to be Newt. You smiled, and thanked him before walking into the kitchen.

It didn't take Minho long to find you after. You'd say it probably was around 7:10 when he walked up to you with his stupid smirk that never seemed to wipe off.

He said nothing, just grabbed your arm and pushed you towards the living room. You followed, watching the groups of semi-drunk teenagers smile and dance. Suddenly you felt a harsh push from behind you. You stumbled forward a bit, in attempt to stop yourself from bumping into the dude in front of you. But of course, you being you in heels, you tried to use the dude for support, but failed miserably.

"Woah!" He said, his familiar accent hitting your ears while he caught you.

Once again, you thanked Newt for saving your pride.

And your dress.

"A little klutzy today, huh?" He asked with a laugh.

You looked down and blushed, "Yeah, I just--"

"Everyone look!" You heard Minho's voice yell. "Mistletoe!"

Your eyes widened in horror, and you looked to Minho for help.

Stupid idea, really. He wouldn't help you to save his life. He had to win this.

You looked back to Newt, who studied your face.

Until someone shouted, "Get on with it!" Your guess was Brenda.

Newt watched you still, and you wondered about what he could possibly be thinking.

Was there something on your face? Would he back out if you tried to kiss him? Would he even kiss back? Was he suddenly regretting his decision? Did he want to leave for home?

Questions fueled from doubt and anxiety flooded through your mind while you awaited Newt's rejection.

It never came, though. Instead, a cold hand wrapped around your neck and pulled you closer, and warm lips soon met your own.

As cheeseballs as it seems, you melted into it. Your hands went to Newt's neck, and he seemed to pull you closer.

Of course, your moment had to be interrupted by Minho, who cleared his throat obnoxiously. "Okay," he said. "You can stop now. I get it." You and Newt pulled apart, suddenly realizing that almost everyone at the party was staring at the two of you.

Your blush turned from fair to hard core.

"You're so cute!" Sonya squealed, holding up her phone.

Shuck. You thought to yourself. She taped it.

Newt smiled, and pulled you closer to him. His hand rested on your waist while his blush died down.

Where is all this confidence coming from?

You decided to shrug it off, and wrap your arms around your 'boyfriend' tightly.

You never wanted the night to end. But unfortunately all good things must.

The jitters from Thomas's party never stopped. Even when Newt drove you home.

"We should do that more often, yeah?" Newt asked you, while Aerosmith's Fly Away From Here faded into KISS's Beth. You recognized the playlist playing. It was the one you made for him.

Actually, you made it for yourself, first. It was called 'Soft Retro', and by far one of your favorites. You originally made it for the many nights where you couldn't sleep. Apparently, Newt loved it, so you passed it down to him. Love songs made you sick, anyway.

Not Newt, though. He seemed to enjoy them more than life herself sometimes. You're surprised you haven't caught him trying to waltz with a mop yet.

"What do you mean?" You asked Newt, trying to play his question with a silly laugh. He looked at you for a second, but returned his eyes to the road ahead. He shrugged,

"Party?"

"Did you just answer a question with another question?" You asked with your eyebrows raised.

"You did it first." Newt shot back.

"Touché," You mumbled. It was quiet for a moment, before Newt spoke up again.

"Was he there?" He asked you.

You looked at him, "Who?"

"The stupid shank."

"Oh, yeah." You said, suddenly feeling your heart sink deep into your chest. "Thanks for that." Newt was silent, so you panicked and added: "Especially for kissing me."

Newt laughed, "It was really no problem, luv." He said. He looked like he wanted to say more, but decided to bite his tongue.

"I know, but..."

You suddenly felt bad. Bad for dragging Newt into this, bad for lying to him so you could prove a point to Min. Bad for the entire night, really. You sighed, filled with regret so suddenly that it caused you to panic a little.

A lot, actually. Your breaths quickened, becoming shallower while tears flooded your eyes. Your chest felt heavy, too.

Everything felt heavy.

Until Newt's voice cleared some clouds in your head. "Hey, hey, luv. What's wrong? Hey..." He cooed slightly. He looked behind him, and turned on his turn signal, pulling over.

"I just..." Your voice broke, and you cautiously took a shaking breath. "I'm so, so sorry."

"About what?" Newt asked innocently.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Stop being such a shuck-face. You told yourself. You closed your eyes loosely, "Do you know the real reason I asked you to pretend date me?"

Newt slowly shook his head. Great.

You forced a smile, it wasn't his fault, and redirected your attention to your lap, where your hands lay. "I was talking to Min... and he brought you up. I--" You cut yourself off. No. You told yourself. It's too late to turn back now. "He was teasing me about how you'll be at the party, because he thinks I like you, and I got sick of it, so I just... lied. I didn't think anything of it, but then h-he believed me, and I-I had to do something because he always wins every argument, so I texted you but when you asked me why I knew I couldn't say it so I told you that there was some shank but now--" You cut yourself off again. This time, by crying.

Newt watched you break into tears, speechless, as you gather yourself with a breath. He listened as you continued.

"I understand if you don't want to see me anymore," You said in a low voice. "I... I'll just find a ride home." You said, reaching to open the car door. Newt locked it instead.

You turned to face him hesitantly. Your head hung low, like a guilty puppy.

"(Y/n)," He began, but you stopped him.

You couldn't take the rejection. Not yet.

"No, it's fine. I can get an Uber or something. I'll see you Monday--"

"(Y/n)." Newt said more urgently. "Do you know what song is playing?"

You looked to Newt. It was an easy question. Like, a suspiciously easy question.

"All The Way." You mumbled.

"M-hm. And did you know it's my favorite song?"

You internally rolled your eyes at his questions. What was this? National ask a stupid question day? "Yeah."

"Do you know why it's my favorite?"

You shook your head.

Newt reached over to you, never breaking eye contact as he took your hands in his own. "Because it reminds me of you. That kiss... I knew I'd take you all the way if you wanted me to." He licked his lips. "Because I love you...

"And I know you love me too."

You were shocked. Was this some kind of sick joke? Did he know you listened to All The Way whenever you missed him because it reminded you of him? Did Minho put him up to this?

Newt placed one of your hands on his cheek, but kept his on top. "Don't you?"

Too late now. You gave him a slight nod, and Newt broke into a boyish grin. He happily leaned over to where you sat in the passenger seat, and gave you a light peck on the lips.

"I knew it." He whispered under his breath. You smiled, and returned Newt's kiss, stopping him from saying more. He smiled, glancing down to your lips before leaning in slowly. Again.

You met him halfway, and the two of you shared one of the best kisses in history.

It was only a bonus to see Minho's surprised expression Monday morning.

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jalebi-weds-bluetooth · 5 years ago

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There’s More To Her #6

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Preparing a Date

Twenty four hours after Akash's grand declaration of a first date, Akash found himself in his brother's cabin as the latter looked flipped through lookbooks.

"Pathetic," Arnav murmured, mentally listing out the fifth set of people to be fired. The new designs were not only unambitious, they were an exact replica of Sabyasachi's fall bridal collection. Clearly he was hiring the wrong people off late.

Akash made himself industrious, pacing left to right within the circular walls of Arnav's cabin.

"Akash, if you were to exercise in silence, may I know what you're doing in my cabin?" Arnav murmured, without looking up from the photographs. Akash sat in front of Arnav, shutting the files close.

"What the-"

"It's my first date."

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"I know Khushi, you are forgetting that I was present when Akash ji asked me out for a date." Payal mused. Somehow Khushi was more excited than Payal for her own date. Out of happiness Khushi had cooked an extra batch of jalebis and given them off for free in the morning at the store and ended up retelling a story instead of tutoring the kids.

Khushi kept the money box aside and climbed up on the bed next to Payal. She grabbed her sister's hands and squealed.

"I know Jiji, but this is like a romantic picture." Khushi sighed, lying her head on Payal's lap, "But not like a Hindi film, more like those English ones!" She said. Payal chuckled and tapped Khushi's head. Khushi got up and frowned.

"What Jiji, aren't you even a bit excited?" Payal could only blush in response, "Oh ho, I see..." Khushi giggled.

"Shut up. But Khushi, you've seen more films than me and you also know more about all this romance shomance than me. Where should the first date be?" Payal asked.

"Why should you decide that? According to the first laws of Hindi cinema dating, Akash ji should worry where to take you out!" Khushi proclaimed.

"And that is the problem Bhai, where do I take Payal?" Akash asked. Arnav took his file back from Akash.

"Why are you asking me, do you have to get married to Payal or me?" Arnav shrugged. Akash rolled his eyes and took the file away from Arnav, again.

"Bhai, obviously I want to marry her. But I'm asking you because you have more experience with dating and-" Arnav raised an eyebrow, daring Akash to speak about love, "-I mean, Bhai, where do I take her for the perfect experience?"

"All right, let me stop you there." Arnav sighed, "First thing, don't strive for perfection. Relationships need to be based on effectiveness and common grounds. If you try too hard, or too differently, you'll be telling Payal a whole different story about you. Then don't come running to me that you guys are having compatibility issues because you're the one giving her false impressions in the first place."

Akash stared at his brother. This was the longest he had ever spoken to him, and this includes their childhood.

"So do you think I should ask Payal for advice?" Akash asked.

Arnav struggled between palming his face and gawking at his brother.

"So you want to ask Payal, where to take her, as a surprise, to her first date?" Akash nodded, completely missing Arnav's point.

"Khushi! Ab kya?" Payal stared at Akash's text message.

"What? What!" Khushi gasped, the second 'what' dedicated to the message on Payal's phone. Akash had... asked Payal where she wants to be taken on a first date that should be a surprise?

"Hey Devi Maiya, by living with his brother Akash ji has also become like him!" Khushi grumbled.

She turned to Payal and grabbed her shoulders, shaking the bashful smile off Payal's face, "Jiji, the second rule of dating is that the first date should be a surprise! S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E! Now if you do all the planning with him, then who will be surprised? Me! Arnav ji?" Khushi wailed.

"Actually it's not a bad idea. If we both plan together then it'll be just the way we want it to be. And we can also learn many things about each other." Payal said, unaware of Khushi's sinking heart.

To her agony, Payal and Akash were derailing from her epic Hindi-film romance. They left Hollywood right about when Akash messaged her.

"Terrific idea Jiji," Khushi threw her hands in the air, her anger lost on an optimistic Payal.

"Excellent." Arnav deadpanned on seeing the text message that Akash sent Payal.

"Thank you Bhai," Akash smiled. Arnav pinched between his brows. Of course, Akash wouldn't get sarcasm. For all the maturity in the world, his brother was quickly turning into a lost cause in the case of dating.

"Nevermind," Arnav took a deep breath and addressed Akash, "What's the most important place for the both of you?"

Akash answered without missing a beat.

"Lakshmi Nagar bazaar."

"WHAT?" Khushi choked on her jalebi, staring at her moon eyed sister.

"What what? That's where it all happened. We first met, he bought my dupatta, vegetables - potatoes! - a diya, all from this market." Payal murmured, her cheeks red as she recalled her favorite moments.

Khushi, on the other hand, clutched her heart in pain. This was worse than she expected.

"Jiji, your whole love story happened in Lakshmi Nagar bazaar?" Khushi asked.

"Nahi-" Khushi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank-"

"It also happened in Happy Ji's garage."

"What the fu- garage?" Arnav winced in distaste. Akash nodded, smiling his thirty two pearly whites. Of course, recreating Akash and Payal's first moments for their first date was out of the question.

"Why are you so surprised? Where else could it be?" Akash asked.

"Anywhere, abandoned buildings, your car, this office or let's make this easy... house - yours or hers!"

"Really?" Payal scoffed.

"Yes Jiji, now you and Akash ji can't hold a candlelit dinner at a vegetable stall, right?" Khushi explained, as if she were speaking to a five years old kid and not a sister who was older to her by five years.

"And you both can't have your first date in his house, nor in ours - unless you want Bua ji's presence." Khushi ducked the pillow Payal threw her way.

"So, according to you the mandir, dargah, pedh, jungle or dhaba is the place for a first date?" Payal asked.

"Haven't you heard? Jungle main mangal? And you even met Akash ji in the mandir and by the tree in Ber Sarai." Khushi smiled.

"Khushi, Akash and I are to meet for our first date, not head to our pilgrimage." Payal shot back.

"Kya Jiji!"

"Bhai, are you serious?" Akash asked.

"Have I ever been anything else?" Arnav countered. True, Arnav was infamous for his seriousness. Yet, he was equally infamous for his humor and one wouldn't ever know if Arnav was cutting a joke with him or at his expense.

"You think I should take Payal home, or to this office... or an abandoned building for our date?" Akash chuckled.

"Better than a market." Arnav stated.

"I think I should call Khushi ji, she knows Payal and above all, she has more EQ than both of us combined." Akash stood and pulled out his phone. Arnav ignored him and sat back in his seat to review the designs for the next calendar shoot.

Akash turned and assessed his brother for a quick second. No one could say that ten seconds ago Arnav was between laughing and exploding on learning about Akash's unconventional trips to see Payal.

"Bhai, I think you're the one who's weird." Arnav graced his statement with narrowed eyes.

"Why would anyone associate romance to abandoned buildings?" If Akash had not turned away to call Khushi, he would not have missed the look of pure terror and agony flit across his brother's face.

Of course Akash wouldn't understand. He wasn't in the guesthouse, pressed against the woman who had thunderous eyes and the softest lips. He wasn't the one struck by lightning. Subconsciously Arnav grazed the flesh of his palm where her broken bangle had pierced through. Agony gave way to denial, and Arnav reached out for his files, flipping through them without seeing them.

"Khushi, you're really Sanka Devi! Do you think that this is Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak? That we'll go to the jungle, get lost-"

"-How romantic!" Khushi gleed, already imagining the imaginary songs her sister and potential brother in law would dance to. That is, if Akash and Payal would move beyond practically figuring out how to get out of the jungle.

"Yeah, and all I need is for Akash to fight some goons for me?" Payal drawled, having suffered several cheesy hindi films with Khushi, "And he and I have to pretend we're husband and wife, right? There goes our first date-."

In our fight we seemed to have forgotten that today we got married. Khushi stiffened, her mind assailing with several memories. Khushi, are you ok? To her horror, each memory had grown fonder in time.

"Why do you say that?" She asked, her words devoid of all the joy.

"Aur kya, if this isn't your typical Salman, Aaamir or any Khan love story then what is it?" Payal chuckled, tidying up the bedroom.

"So this can't happen in reality?" Payal paused at her question and sat next to Khushi. Her little sister still seemed to believe in the stories. Her face was crestfallen and Payal mentally smacked herself. She put a pillow on her lap and put Khushi's head down.

"You know, maybe it can," Payal smiled, in a soft, sing-song tone and gently played with Khushi's hair. Khushi gripped on the blanket, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs.

"And you know what, the day we see a couple like this we'll get them married, deal-" Khushi shot up from Payal's lap. Payal's smile fell at Khushi's horrified face. She gently cupped Khushi's cheek.

"Khushi, what happened?" Never had Payal seen Khushi so terrified. A sister before a lover, Payal's focus shifted rapidly from her own date to Khushi's engagement.

"Chutki," - an endearment Payal only used to soothe Khushi's darkest fears - "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Khushi choked out and to her luck, her phone rang at the exact moment, stopping Payal from digging further.

"Ji Akash ji," Payal watched as Khushi's smile fell into place. As days passed it was getting more difficult for Payal to realise when Khushi smiled, versus when she was happy.

Nowadays there seemed to be a difference between the two.

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A/N: I hope you liked this update! Thank you for all the notes <3 This story will bite the dust in not two but more (hence I should never promise story lengths!) but I’m really looking forward to your notes!

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Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak is a classic Hindi 90s romantic film where the leads get lost in the jungle - much like our dear Arnav and Khushi.

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