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smaptain-smerica · 1 year

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Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Dogfight

Third Person POV

"Good morning aviators." Pete Mitchell announced to the eager group of pilots before him.

"This mornings training I will be putting you into two teams. Your planes will be marked with a blue or a red sticker. Your objective, keep your entire team alive, while also eliminating the opponent."

The pilots got excited, murmuring among themselves and already forming hopeful team alliances. "Hey what's the prize if we win?" Payback asked. Some people groaned a little as apparently he had come up with the punishment last time.

Pete thought for a moment, bringing his finger to his chin and stroking it thoughtfully. "How about, losers buy everyone a round?"

The pilots cheered, loving the idea as they stood up and started arguing with one another, saying things like; "you're going down" and "I hope you brought your wallet."

Pete laughed at their excitement, but had to get stern with them after receiving a look from warlock that told him to do so.

"First up, Wolf, fanboy and payback, hangman, Team red. Rooster, Coyote, Pheonix and Bob, team blue. Let the fun begin."

The pilots quickly made their way to the planes. The plane directors allowed the blue team to fly into the air first, the red team would follow in five minutes. The red team watched as the blue team soared off one by one into the air.

"Red team this is Wolf, ready for take off." "Payback and Fanboy, ready for take off." "Hangman, ready to kick some ass."

The red team was then shot into the blue morning sky. Clouds laced themselves thick and dense across they sky, allowing for plenty of cover for the Red team to hide. The Red team lowered their planes to glide along the bottom of the cloud cover. The blue team was flying below in a single file line, far enough apart to make any quick and necessary decisions.

"I'll dive down to break up the group, be prepared to split off and chase. Sound good?" Wolf asked the group, checking a few switches and then gripping her joystick, readying the plane.

"Copy, lead the way." Payback answered, preparing his plane himself. Hangman rolled his eyes, checking his plane and then looking up into the sky.

"Hangman, I need a copy or another idea." Wolf urged him, not wanting to cause a wreck between the pilots from miscommunication.

"You go, I've got my own idea." Hangman pulled the plane off, disappearing back up into the clouds to be unseen again.

"Hangman! Damnit." Wolf hissed, anger flashing in her voice. She then remembered that this was what hangman did. She could only hope he came around later.

"We're behind you wolf, on your go." Fanboys voice rang into the headset, making wolf smile. "Copy, thanks Fan, I'm going in."

Lower in the skys, the blue team was formulating a plan of their own. Rooster led the pack in the front, Pheonix and Bob in the middle and Coyote in the back. "We're too close to the hard deck for them to attack from below, they've gotta be above us." Rooster advised his team, unofficially becoming the group leader.

"Bob watch that radar and yell the second you see anything. I'll break left, Pheonix and Bob break right, Coyote you go straight forward as fast as possible. We can play chase and try to get our trailers into the line of others fire."

Back at base, Maverick was eating breakfast and listening to the radio. He couldn't help but feel pride for Rooster taking the lead on this one and instructing his fellow pilots. He had grown so much as a pilot these last few years.

There was silence in the air, no wind blowing making the clouds still. Bob listened intently for a beep, watching the radar closely for any signs of company. Then finally, a small dot appeared on his radar. Bob gasped. "Bogie Bogie! Coming in hot and fast directly behind us!"

"Everybody break!" Rooster barked, steering his plane hard to the left. He was thankful when he looked behind him to see Pheonix and Bob off to the right. Coyote pushed up and forward, quickly disappearing into the cloud cover.

Wolf widened her eyes as she saw the team split off in different directions. "I'm going left, left!" She announced, turning her plane to the side hard in order to make the tight turn and successfully chase her target.

"Copy, I'm going right!" Payback confirmed and the two pilots began their chase on the targets. Wolf cursed in her mind, hoping that strangler plane would meet hangman in the clouds. As she chased the pilot she quickly realized it was Rooster. She smirked to herself speeding up to ride roosters tail. She stayed there, matching his speed and anticipating the turns. Her radar lock button circling around the area so the warning sounds would blast in roosters ears as he flew. Iceman had taught her this while she flew underneath his guidance. He called it flying ice cold, wearing someone out until they made a mistake.

Wolf was the last thing that Rooster wanted at his tail. He stood his ground, making sharp turns and executing rather difficult maneuvers but she stayed on his tail the entire time. The beeping warning of the radar lock in his ears caused pressure, he began to panic.

Fanboy and payback raced after Pheonix and Bob, falling just enough behind to not be able to get a lock on them. An alarm blared inside the cab, causing fanboy to whip around and look behind them. "Coyote's got lock on us!"

"Shit!" Payback cursed. "I got you guys." Hangman's voice sang a symphony inside the teams headsets as he dove down from the clouds, hot on Coyote's tail. A steady beep rang from inside the planes cockpits.

"Fanboy and payback, down." Coyote announced, pulling off the radar. The alarm in his cabin then blared loudly, causing him to jump. Coyote looked behind him to see Hangman's plane.

Hangman smirked, satisfied at his job well done. "Coyote Down." Two planes wizzed by Hangman's view. He saw Wolf riding Roosters tail. He smirked, pulling off his path and flying quickly towards them. He took a few short cuts through the air and finally pulled up ever so slightly underneath the duo.

"Wolf, disengage so I can take the shot." Hangman instructed, knowing he could have a clear shot without his teammate in the way.

Wolf was astonished that he was there following them. She growled in anger at his appearance. "I've got this Hangman! Go get Pheonix and Bob!"

"I have a clear shot you just need to move! All you're doing is chasing." Hangman argued with her, getting frustrated and inching closer.

"Hangman Disengage! I can handle this!" She yelled into her headset, arguing with her teammate.

"You disengage so I can take the shot!" Hangman snapped back at her.

Suddenly a long tone rang in the cockpit of Wolfs plane. She quickly looked around for the source of the radar.

Pheonix and Bob had appeared from above and managed to get a radar lock on the top plane. "Wolf is down."

"Shit!" Wolf spat, her rage boiling to her head as she veered off the path and left the last three to fight it out.

Hangman knew he needed to disengage, but the second that Wolf left he had a clear shot at rooster. His ego was too large to let him turn and run from this fight.

It was as if domino's were falling. One pilot down, a second one down; one right after the other. "Rooster is down!" Hangman yelled into his headset.

"Hangman down!" Phoenix said triumphantly. Just like that, one stupid egotistical moment caused the red team to lose.

The last of the planes landed back on solid ground. The Blue team celebrated their triumphs and promises of free drinks to be cashed later.

One pilot in particular was steaming with rage. Hangman had been on the ground and out of the plane for less than two seconds before he was greeted by an angry Wolf.

Wolf shoved Hangman's shoulders forcefully, causing the taller man to stumble around. "I had him!" She yelled, catching the attention of the other pilots who quickly made their way towards the commotion. Maverick, who had just come around the corner and seen the commotion, also started to make his way over.

"You weren't going to hit him that close, I had the better shot!" Hangman's Anger now began to simmer as he hardened his face and shoved Wolf back. Wolf stumbled back, ready to leap forward but she was caught by someone's arm wrapping around her waist. She smelled the familiar pine and amber scent.

"You and you're big fucking ego got in my way!" She spat as she jumped forward again to try and take another jab at Hangman.

Payback and Coyote had joined Hangman's side, blocking him in case he tried to go at his fellow crew mate again. "At least I was doing something instead of playing chase the chicken!"

Rooster had managed to spin them around to where his back was now facing hangman and his front facing Wolf. He let go of her, gently but sternly encouraging her in the direction of the hanger. "Walk away y/n. It's not worth it." He said sternly.

Wolf gave up, anger blinding her as she turned around and walked away from the situation. "This is exactly how it was in school with that idiot." Her voice faded as she raged on, storming past Maverick despite his efforts to try and talk to her.

Rooster turned around and put his arms out wide, then dramatically dropping them. "Really? Chase the chicken?"

Hangman shrugged, disengaging in the situation and walking off in the opposite direction.

Maverick's eyebrows were raised in wonder at the situation before. He wondered what even happened. "Remind me not to put those two on a team again." He spoke to the group, who all silently nodded in an agreement That might be for the best in this situation.

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I laid in my bed in a pair of comfortable leggings and a Large T-shirt. I skipped lunch and opted for eating dinner in my room. I was embarrassed for losing my temper in front of everybody. I also was angry at Hangman for what he did. It was stupid and proved that he hadn't changed one bit. I was reading one of my favorite books to help take my mind off things when I felt my phone buzz. I got a message from an unknown number.

I sighed, finally deciding to roll myself out of my comfortable solitude. I found some jeans, throwing them on and then tucking my shirt into my pants. There, a little more presentable.

I began to brush my hair, putting on some perfume, and checking my teeth and breath to make sure they smelled decent. I popped in a piece of gum just in case.

I put on some shoes I didn't care about. Knowing people at the bars there was a likely chance they would get stepped on or a drink dropped on them. Its better to not care about them.

I made my way outside of the compound, my sunglasses on my head and a piece of gum in my mouth. I squinted at the bright sun and quickly went to the parking lot. I noticed Bradley there, leaning against his car. He looked up when I got closer, giving me a small smile.

"You know how to drive a standard?" He asked.

"Yes?" I responded in confusion. He then tossed me the keys to his vehicle. I quickly caught them in my hands, a wide smile quickly spread across my face which Bradley had returned to me.

I drove us to The Hard Deck while Bradley played every classic 80's rock song you can think of. We were singing, air guitaring, air drumming, an entire heavy metal band made out of imaginary instruments.

We got to the bar and I put the car in park, admiring the interior of the vehicle for a moment. "She's beautiful. Thank you for trusting my driving abilities." We shared in a chuckle, Bradley moving his arm to be behind the headrest of my seat and he rotated to get a better look at me.

"You're welcome. I expect the favor to be returned though." He warned me with a waving of his finger.

I hummed in thought, putting on a face of pretend thinking. "We'll see if you're worthy."

"If I'm worthy? What does that mean!" He was fake flabbergasted, looking astonished. Before our conversation could continue any farther, a loud crash came from inside the bar, followed by the sounds of multiple people yelling.

Bradley and I looked at each other quickly and then at the entrance of the bar, jumping into action and running inside to see what had happened.

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sarcastic-positivity · 2 months

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(i havent seen anough of these with gerry's pov so here u go)

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“Gerry?” Tim was sitting opposite Gerry on their couch, scrolling through something on his laptop as Gerry drew on his tablet.

He looked up from his drawing. “Yeah?”

“What is your opinion,” Tim turned the laptop to face him, revealing an image of a snake eyes tongue piercing diagram from Google Images. “On this?”

Gerry looked up from the laptop to him. “Uhm, it’s a piercing?”

Tim rolled his eyes, adorably. “No, dumbass. What do you think about me getting a tongue piercing like that?”

Gerry stared at hi, dumbfounded. "O-oh. Uhm." He didn't quite know how to answer, as his only thoughts his brain was giving him were 'pretty' and 'hot' which were, to say the least, unhelpful suggestions. He settled for "Nice."

After a moment, Gerry decided to interrupt the tense silence. "This- this came a bit out of nowhere, didn't it?" He tried to give Tim his classic half-flirtatious smirk, only mostly managing to do so.

Tim looked over at him. "Well, i told you about it already." When Gerry's only response was a confused look and a tilted head, he continued. "Yesterday. Remember? I was looking at your piercings and said i wanted one."

"Oh." Gerry found remembering that specific conversation to be very consequential to the bloodflow in his face. (How close Tim was to him, the warth of his breath near his face-) "I didn't think you were serious."

"Well, I was."

Tim turned back to his laptop, and Gerry turned back to his tablet. They both sat in silence, the strange tension in the air nearly suffocating the both of them.

Suddenly, Tim closed his laptop and leaned over to look at Gerry's tablet. "Whatcha drawin?"

Gerry quickly turned the screen off. "Nothing." He was sure his face was ridiculously red.

"Ahwww, c'mon, Ger! Show your work to the class!" He was such an ass (and he loved him for it).

Gerry smiled wealy, blushing face growing redder by the moment. "Er- uhm, f-fine."

He opened his tablet to show the drawing of Tim he'd been working on for nearly a month. It was, in his opinion, one of the best drawings he'd ever done (and that may or may not be because he's in love with the subect).

"Woah.." he heard Tim whisper softly. "That's-" He cleared his throat and leaned back onto the couch, speaking more clearly. "That's great, Gerry! I can't believe how talented you are."

Gerry looked at him, stunned.

"...What?" Tim replied to Gerry's silence.

Gerry cracked a smile. "Nothing, really. I- I'd just expected you to make a stupid joke."

Tim grinned back, wide and stupid (his common scheming smile). "There's still time for that."

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"Oh, hey Gerry! Back for another?" The woman at the front desk of the tattoo parlor recognized Gerry instantly, him being one of their regulars (as much as a tattoo shop can *have* regulars).

"Nah, Carol, not today. I'm actually here for Tim!" He gestured to the man next to him, who seemed fascinated with the strange decor more than anything else.

"Oh!" Carol looked pleasently surprised at the news. "Well, Tim, what are you planning on doing today?"

Tim looked at the woman for a moment before saying, "A- a snake bite piercing, i think it was called." He looked over at Gerry for confirmation, who nodded in response.

"Perfect! Right this way!" She ushered Tim to the back, who gave Gerry one slightly nervous thumbs-up before following her.

...

Tim walked over to Gerry after a bit, fidgeting with his tounge, feeling the sides of his mouth experimentally.

"Let me see," Gerry said to him when he got close enough.

Tim showed him his tounge, a bit red and swollen, with two fresh new silver piercings. Gerry lifted Tim's chin a bit to see it better, which made Tim's face glow like his blood was radioactive. Gerry grinned slyly at that.

For some reason, deciding in that moment to make whatever was going on with Tim worse, Gerry said, "Damn, now you have to wait a whole month before you can kiss me."

Tim looked about as red as was humanly possible. He cleared his throat into his fist, promptly deciding the floor looked extremely interesting and refusing to keep his eyes off it.

Gerry, on the other hand, grinned at this masterpiece of a man blushing at his stupid flirt. Suddenly feeling a burst of confidence he'd basically never before felt, he kissed Tim (lightly, of course, as to not disturb the piercing).

Tim melted internally. Externally, however, he kissed back.

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(might do another, might not, depends on if i feel like it or not)

!!!!!!!!!!!!omg asdfgjll

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clotpolesonly · 1 year

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Ooh okay for the unusual fic ask thing, what about either Perspective Flip or Time After Time for Ask Nicely? That fic lives rent free in my head tbh

Ask Nicely

oh this will be fun, let's give you BOTH!! a little future scene (and by future i mean like probably 3 days later lol) from outsider POV 😂

Elyan was almost finished with his stats assignment. Gwen would probably call it late already, but the class didn't start for another four minutes. He had plenty of time! If he could just get through this one last problem set...

His hasty scribbling was interrupted by a sudden spike in noise around him. Even Leon left off his dramatic retelling of last night's footie match that literally all of them had also been there for in favor of letting out a noise of surprise. One more equation to go and Elyan couldn't resist the curiosity.

He looked up to find everyone's eyes on the classroom door. It took him a moment to parse who exactly was leaning in it, but when he finally did, he dropped his pencil.

"When did Merlin get fit?"

Elyan, like all the rest of them, had known Merlin at least in passing for three years now. He was a nice guy, very smart and studious. Taller than he looked; he had a tendency toward slouching. He snorted when he laughed. He was always happy to lend out the pens he carried around in his well-protected shirt pocket.

The shirt he was wearing now had no pocket at all, nor was it baggy or oversized like Merlin's shirts often were. No, now he was in a purple henley that fit him like a fucking glove, buttons at the collar undone to show off a glimpse of dark chest hair. His jeans, too, actually fit him properly and, when Merlin pushed off the door jamb and strolled across the front of the room, showed off assets Elyan had had no idea Merlin possessed. For once, he wasn't wearing a scarf.

Beside him, Gwaine snorted. "Merlin's always been fit," he said, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "I knew that."

Percival flicked him in the back of the head. Before Gwaine could retaliate, Merlin drew level with them. He gave them a familiar smile and wave, but he didn't stop until he'd reached Arthur, a few seats down the row.

Elyan had definitely missed something. It wasn't uncommon for him to miss things, and no one ever seemed to feel the need to fill him in on big important things that he missed. Sometimes he didn't notice, and no one noticed that he hadn't noticed, and it was weeks before he got clued in.

But there was no missing the look on Arthur's face. Wide eyes, mouth open, pencil dangling from suddenly limp fingers. He looked up at Merlin like he had never seen a sight so stunning -- which was a little much, honestly, considering all that had changed was Merlin's clothes.

Well, Elyan thought, giving Merlin another look-over. There was definitely something a little different in his mannerism too. It wasn't that Merlin was meek or anything. He'd never exactly been a wallflower, and he had never shied away from drawing attention to himself. But there was an easy kind of confidence to him now that Elyan had never seen before. He couldn't imagine the Merlin of last week planting a hand on Arthur Pendragon's desk and leaning over him, head cocked to one side and a smirk on his face, as Arthur gazed up at him with fucking sparkle hearts in his eyes.

Without a word, Merlin held up a rectangle of plastic between two fingers of his free hand -- his well-used pocket protector. He held it out and waited, expectant. After a long moment of significant-feeling eye-contact, a grin bloomed on Arthur's face. He reached out and took it.

As soon as the offending accessory had left his hand, Merlin took hold of Arthur instead, now-free hand cupping the back of his head and pulling him forward. The kiss that followed sent the entire classroom into something of an uproar. Elyan's poor stats homework lay completely forgotten as he repeatedly thumped Gwaine in the arm.

"When the hell did this happen?" he demanded. "What -- Why -- ??"

Gwaine leaned over, smug as anything, and whispered back, "Merlin's hung like a horse."

As much as Elyan had not needed that information, it did provide some context for the dreamy, spaced-out look on Arthur's face when Merlin finally allowed him to breathe again. Leon looked like he wanted to phase out of existence and recede to the astral plane to escape witnessing this interaction. Elyan did not blame him. This was far more than he wanted to know about his mates' sex lives, but there was also a brightness to Arthur's smile that spoke of genuine delight. He'd never seen Arthur look this smitten by any of the other people he'd dated.

As Merlin took the seat on Arthur's other side, his foot immediately hooking around Arthur's ankle like he was holding him in place, Elyan leaned back toward Percival.

"What do you think?"

Percival was squinted at them consideringly. Though often mistaken for a himbo, Percival was perceptive as fuck and had an uncanny knack for predicting other people's relationship trajectories. He had predicted Gwaine's last girlfriend being unfaithful from the day they'd met, and he had taken one look at Elyan himself their first year and just known that he wasn't inclined toward relationships at all. It was downright scary sometimes, his instinct, but they'd all learned to trust it.

It took him a while to size up Merlin and Arthur, watching the way they leaned toward each other, the push and pull of their bickering, how their eyes were always drawn inevitably back to each other. Eventually, he nodded with finality.

"Set the wedding date, mates. These two are gonna last."

send me fic-specific asks!

#and the answer is #thepolomonkey #Merthur #Merlin #Arthur Pendragon #Sir Elyan #Sir Gwaine #Sir Percival #Sir Leon #BBC Merlin #fics by me

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what-fandom-again · 5 months

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Hero day

Another really short mha one shot but from Aizawas POV

Also Mineta has been replaced with Shinso

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It was Hero day at UA.

Students were encouraged to dress up as their favorite heroes, or simply people who inspired them.

It was an event that happened in October as the days drew closer to Halloween. The staff wanted to make high-school a more....pleasant experience for the students. High-school was already a tough time without being the top school for possible future heroes.

Aizawa was personally never a fan of it himself. When he attended UA, he never dressed up as anyone. Hizashi and Oboro would always tease him about his lack of eagerness to participate, but he ignored them.

That time of year was here once again and Aizawa stepped into the building. There were plenty of All Mights and Endeavors, much too Aizawas complete lack of surprise.

Stepping into class 1-A was met with even more lack of surprise. Midoria was naturally dressed as All might. Bakugo at least had an Allmight hoodie on, though he seemed more angry his costume. Midoria probably made him wear it.

Todoroki didn't have a costume on but Aizawa was quick to notice the all might scarf. This was actually somewhat surprising, as he had expected Todoroki to not be involved at all.

Tokoyami as Hawkes, Kirishima as Red Riot, Iida as his brother.... not very surprising yet very heart warming.

Aizawa sat at his desk, taking attendance. His eyes gazed over the class when he noticed that Shinso wasn't present.

"Has anyone seen Shinso today?" Aizawa spoke up. Everyone shook their heads.

"Dammit.." Aizawa mumbled as he marked Shinso absent. He finished taking attendance before starting class. A few moments later, while Aizawa was facing the board, the door opened.

"Sorry I'm late guys. I was struggling a little with my costume".

"Shinso..." Aizawa sighed, beginning to turn to the door. "A costume is no excuse to-

Aizawa stopped. Shinso wore an all black outfit with a long, grey scarf around his neck and what looked like a black wig. Shinso was dressed as Eraserhead for Hero day. Dressed as him.

"You know how my hair is, Sensei. I was struggling to hide it under the wig" Shinso said as he adjusted the wig slightly.

Aizawa was speechless. He had been a teacher for 8 years. And yet he had never, never, had a student dress as him for hero day. He stood there, frozen.

"Aizawa-sensei? Are you alright?" Mina spoke up, breaking Aizawa out of his trance.

He cleared his throat. "erm, yes. I'm fine. Shinso, I'll let your tardiness slide just this once. Sit down".

Shinso nodded and took his seat and Aizawa did a quick recap of the lesson so far before resuming. He didn't stop thinking about Shinsos costume all day. Not when he taught other classes or when training started.

"Hey babe-" Mic muttered and slightly nudged Aizawa with his shoulder. "You alright? You've been quiet all day".

Aizawa was snapped out of his thoughts as his husband nudged him.

"Yeah, I'm fine 'Zashi. Just..." Aizawa rubbed his forehead.

"You saw Shinsos costume, didn't you?" Hizashi smiled as he spoke. Aizawa nodded.

"No one's ever dressed up as me before. And especially considering our plans...."

"Must have warmed you right up" Hizashi teased, causing Aizawa to roll his eyes and chuckle.

"Speaking of plans-" Mic looked at his watch. "I'm gonna go get Eri from school." He kissed Aizawas cheek.

"Alright. You coming back or are you just going home?"

"I'll be back, don't you worry."

Aizawa chuckled again and the two gave each other a quick kiss before Mic left. An hour passed before he returned. Aizawa was focused on the students as they trained, but he heard Mics voice not far behind him.

"Go on Eri. Go show daddy your outfit"

Aizawa turned and saw little Eri. She too was dressed as him and even had a little drawn on beard and mustache. She looked so happy and excited for her father's reaction.

"It was Hero day at my school too, daddy! And I had to dress up as the best hero of all!" Eri exclaimed. Mic laughed as he walked closer.

"She practically begged me to help her dress up. If you think she's excited now, you should have seen her this morning."

Aizawa was once again speechless. The two children he loved above all else and took under his wing were dressed as him. He was their favorite hero. He was the one who inspired them. This information warmed his heart to almost unbearable degrees.

"Daddy?" Eris voice caught Aizawas attention, as she went from excited to concerned and possibly even dissappinted. "Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?"

He rubbed his eyes. He had, in fact, started crying. Or tearing up at the very least. Hizashi walked over and caressed Aizawas cheek and wiped the tears with his thumb. He too looked concerned. Aizawa smiled and looked down at his daughter.

"No sweetie. You didn't do anything wrong. Daddy's just...happy." He kneeled down and pulled her into a hug. "Very happy".

Aizawa was never a fan of Hero Day. But today was possibly the best day of his teaching career.

#mha #mha aizawa #aizawa shouta #dadzawa #hitoshi shinsou #eri aizawa #present mic #presentation michael #yamada hizashi #mineta doesnt exist #erasermic #fluff #tooth rotting fluff

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adrielrook · 1 year

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Lil soft KazuScara doodles for comfort💕

(They’ll be in my party and wander together and heal *sobs*)🍁☂️

Update:

I just saw a video on tiktok where after the boss fight with Scara, Kazuha walks up to kuni and tells him: “Scaramouche.. your chest is not empty, it’s full of love” and then he hugs him. And kuni says “One last time.. I will believe you human” and hugs him back. And it’s very hurt comfort and I cry. And this! Is the point!! I still want to specify that Kazuha loves him entirely (In this what if of mine where KazuScara exists), he wants to underline the importance of his feelings and emotions, his love and self. And that the acceptance of those feelings is the bravest thing, because it’s so hard to do! That he’s proud of him and he loves him, he matters and his heart does too. I don’t know if I’m explaining this well but I believe it’s a big thing for Scaramouche to hear. He needs some reassurance, some affection, some friendship, some love, someone who cares. (And don’t misunderstand, I’m happy that he is with Nahida now, she will take care of him and treat him gently “as a feather” as she said). But these are simply some messy sketches I drew during class because I needed some comfort (and it worked :’) I felt better afterwards, Kazuha and Scaramouche are a big comfort ship for me💕) so I’m not sure if from another person’s pov it’s as clear as it is for me. I needed to explain it.

I don’t know if Scaramouche really does not have a heart, we saw in the animation where he tells his past that he “rips it out of his chest” because he’s suffering too mush and doesn’t want to feel that pain. But is it real? Or is it just a figurative way of telling that he didn’t want to feel those emotions? Did he REALLY rip out his own heart? If yes where did he throw it? And why did he need to have one? Was it the gnosis? The game did refer to the electro gnosis as a heart, and Kunikuzushi was supposed to store it. Is the inside of his chest really empty? How does he work😭 Does he need a beating heart to live? (I know he’s immortal but how was he created?) Do archons have a heart even if they’re immortal? They can still die tho. Is Scaramouche even able to die? (I don’t wish it to him but is it possible?) he isn’t built like an Archon, he’s more like Albedo.. Does Albedo have a heart? (Cause he is an artificial person too). Scaramouche was then in search of his heart (the gnosis) cause he wanted it back and be worthy again, he sees himself as not good or worth anything, weak, the reason he was abandoned (in his view). In the leaks about him we saw his idle animations and we saw that he gained an anemo vision, that he placed it where his heart should be. And he admires it and is happy, we can see a small smile on his lips, and when he realizes he’s smiling and we can see it he gets flustered and covers his face with his hat. So.. he does have feelings and emotions (And what about the traveler? Does the traveler have a heart? Surely can feel emotions). Maybe I’m wrong but I tend to connect emotions to the heart. So I can’t properly imagine him not having his. There must be something in his chest that makes him feel what he feels. Even if he says that human emotions are useless and horrible he still considers the heart something important. And he’s very human as well (unlike the puppet of the shogun). Yes he did many thing wrong, but to cit Kazuha’s story quest “this blade has committed unforgivable atrocities, but only because it lost its original master. No one was there to correct its errors when it was losing its way”.. we will see what will happen in the future. To end this speech, I like to think that the fact Kunikuzushi is able to feel emotions is enough proof that he has a heart, deep down, and if he doesn’t physically physiologically, he still has something that acts as one. I don’t know if it beats or not, maybe not because Kuni would be able to feel it beat.. I still… I’d still prefer the option where he has one because.. you know I’d like for Kazuha to be able to hear it, it’d be cute.. ;-; Thank you for your attention💕

#genshin impact #sketch #genshin #genshin scaramouche #genshin kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kunikuzushi #kazuscara #kazuha x scaramouche #kazuha x kunikuzushi #genshin fanart #genshin wanderer #wanderer #soft kazuscara #comfort kazuscara #scara needs some love and affection

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we met in september - chapter 3

[Dee’s POV]

I’ve overheard for some time now that we would be having a new student. Not just any new kid, but from abroad. We would have an exchange student from [home country] in our class. Finding out that it was a girl, boys were thinking about what she would look like while girls were either planning to befriend her or ruin her life. I wouldn’t care less.

It’s been two weeks since another year of school started and I’m already on a roll with my business. These dumb kids are really desperate with me doing their work or helping them cheating on exams. In other words, my idiot brother has been begging me for help with his math work at the last minute. I wanted to kill him, but I let it slide this time.

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Entering Mrs. Semyonova’s class is already a hassle. Students are already loud as the sun is barely rising. Girls were glued to my face in awe while boys looked at me with venom. I ignored them and took my seat.

Minutes would pass when Mrs. Semyonova would enter and begin class. She was going to start the lesson when she saw something out the door. She walked out the classroom; I, as well as the rest of the class, looked out in curiosity.

“Oh, hello! You’re the new student!” She spoke in English.

She came back to the classroom, and followed her was the exchange student. I studied her looks and behavior; her skin was [skin tone], along with [eye color] eyes. Her hair was [hair texture], [hair length] and [hair color]. She wore black clothes; a sweater along with a long skirt, combat boots, and a rosary necklace. She was clutching her bag and looked flustered. Students were either curious about her or ignored her.

Mrs. Semyonova spoke up. “Would you like to introduce yourself?”

The new girl then took in a breath and spoke: “Hello. My name is Y/N L/N. I’m from [insert country of origin] and I hope to get along with everyone.”

The students erupted as they spoke in their poor English. I looked out the window. Mrs. Semyonova clapped her hands.

“Thank you dear. Please take a seat next to Dee. Dee, raise your hand please.”

I looked back at her and raised my hand. Y/N looked at me and her face flushed more. She quickly trotted and took a seat.

“Now class, we will begin with understanding the basic rules of English…” Mrs. Semyonova returned to Russian. I ignored with whatever she is saying, since I already know the stupidly complicated rules of English.

I pretended to take notes. Then I looked at Y/N. Her hair was covering some of her side profile. Looking down, I saw what she wrote — or drew.

Her doodles look cool; it’s some demon or vampire guy and a couple of roses in between. She still needs to focus on the lesson though.

I can see some of the blush on her face. Just by looking at her for a second, I could see her eyelashes, her nose, her lips–

WHAT THE HELL?!

Why am I thinking of her like that?! Hell, I am already interested in that Gore Kitty girl I’m talking to online! Forget it, she’s just another student. She’s not that important to me.

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[Third Person POV]

English dragged on and eventually the class ended. Y/N was relieved, but she has another class to go to; Russian literature. She worries as she goes back to her locker to get her literature book. To everyone’s surprise, Y/N doesn’t enjoy reading. To her, it’s just difficult to find the perfect book to read, as everything else has a complicated or uninteresting plot, the stupidest characters, or just the poor grammar. But this will be an absolute challenge to her! She knows the Russian alphabet, but reading the letters and understanding the plot would be difficult for her.

She enters the next class room and sits on a seat that’s next to the window, and takes out another notebook from her bag. The echo of footsteps and chatter of students block out of her mind as she slowly blinks. Y/N puts her head down in a dazed state, unaware that the same boy from the previous class sat next to her.

The clacking of heels put the students on high alert, as they quickly went to their seats. Then, enters the crone herself; Mrs. Belova. Tall and thin, she is pale, her hair gray and put in a bun, and covered in wrinkles. Her most prominent feature is her scowl; every child would weep at the sight of her.

“Stand up!” the hag screeched.

The squeaks of chairs woke Y/N from her trance and stood up hastily. She looks around and sees Dee next to her. She flushed in embarrassment.

A few seconds would pass until Mrs. Belova would squawk, “Sit!”

In unison, the students sat down. The old woman would begin her lesson with its early beginnings. Y/N squinted her eyes as Mrs. Belova would write on the chalkboard in cursive. Russian cursive.

The girl began to panic. She understood reading a majority of the alphabet, but in cursive form it seemed impossible.

I guess I’m just gonna have to suck it up.

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[Dee’s POV]

During literature, I could hear the soft sounds of breathing. The new girl (God damn it Dee, her name is Y/N…) seemed to be struggling reading the board. Yes, Russian cursive is notorious for being difficult to write and read, but it gets easier the more you get used to it.

Class dragged on and I caught some glimpses of her. She became more and more aggravated, her lips pursed as the lesson continued. Looking at her notebook, I could see her trying her best to write down the alphabet, then translating it back to English. I easily thought that it was a stupid idea to do. It would take far too long to do the process, then the teacher would erase the board and continue on. She would get half of the lesson covered.

I pinched my nose and felt something inside… Is it pity? Absolutely not. Should I feel sorry for someone who moved her in an exchange program, knowing that they’re supposed to understand the language before they enter the country? No, that’s her problem. But still, knowing Mrs. Belova, she would fail her no matter the excuse. I’ll probably give her the notes during lunch.

She’s an interesting character…

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[Third Person POV]

Y/N is halfway through the school day, and it is currently lunch break. She went to an empty hallway and began eating the lunch Natalya made for her. The food was delicious, but it didn’t brighten up her day as she thought it would. A teardrop fell on her napkin, then came more. Y/N didn’t notice that she was crying.

She wiped away her tears and cleaned up her mess. After that, she pulled out a thin, small journal, and wrote her thoughts:

Monday, Sept. 15, 20XX

Today is the first day of school for me. I’ve never felt so lonely in my life. I’m guessing the students were hoping for a jumpy foreigner who’s willing to do whatever to make friends. I want to make friends too, but it’s hard to do that. I’m not that interesting. I’m not pretty. I don’t like getting a lot of attention. It’s hard to look at people while talking. How do they do it? There’s a dude that wears clothes like me, but I could already tell that he’s not interested in becoming friends.

Just two weeks here and I already miss home. I miss my family and friends. It hurts being away from them thousands of miles away. I try to call them weekly, but it’s nighttime over there. I honestly don’t know what possessed me to agree to this exchange program.

Y/N put the notebook away. She pulled out her phone and earbuds and listened to her playlist. She scrolled through her socials and saw that her friends at home are having a great time. The songs blasting from her ears are different artists and bands, from Bauhaus to Joy Division, then to Slipknot and Cannibal Corpse, Gorillaz, Kittie, The Cure, and Rob Zombie.

The bell would ring a few minutes later. Y/N got up and went to her next class. She didn’t hear, nor feel her journal fall off her bag.

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[Dee’s POV]

Another soul’s money taken so that they can pass an oral exam. Just a couple more rubles until I get trojan software.

The bell was about to ring, so I went to class. Just walking through the empty hallway until I saw Y/N. She was sitting and listening to music, music I could easily hear. I could see a small book coming out of her bag. The bell rang and she got up. I’m guessing because the music was blasting through her earbuds, she couldn’t hear the book fall out of her schoolbag. I waited until she was gone, and I picked up the book.

That was when I realized that It wasn’t just a regular book from the library. My curiosity peaked when I decided to open it. The first page was blank besides a few words.

Y/N L/N

Private Journal

Y/N, I hope to get to know you more…

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Jihyo x Reader- “Push & Pull”

HAPPY 7K READS TO THIS BOOK! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!💕

After taking a break to the first person POV, we're gonna return it back in this story!

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-JIHYO'S POV-

Another day, another same experience over and over again inside the campus of Seoul International High School.

It's currently lunchtime and me including my three other friends were walking into this hallway that for us, it looks like we are attending a glamorous event where we are the VIPs or superstars entering by walking onto the red carpet.

And the media would be the students around here.

Yes, they're watching us again through every step or move we make in front of them since we are the most famous students in the school, especially me and the other one who's with me right now.

Let me introduce us first.

The girl in front of me, Minatozaki Sana, is the class president of Section A, the highest-ranking section of the highest grade period in the entire school. She has long black hime-style hair and a beautiful, squirrel-like face. She is, in fact, a senior like us. I must add that she has a very lively personality. It happens very infrequently for me to see her without a smile every day.

The girl sporting a long black straight hair with very white pale skin walking beside President Sana is Kim Dahyun, the Vice President of our section aka Section A. Unlike Sana, she is more serious and less fun. She can smile or laugh but only if it's needed, based from what she said before; but still she's still good to be friends with.

So in a sense, we are also the role models that everyone has been admiring, but we are less effective than the class leaders.

I am aware of this because, as the muse, I occasionally instead having many men to approach me and ask me out on dates, but I politely deny each one.

Because my heart has been already by this one person I hated the most. Well... only because of making me feel this way.

Kang Y/N. The escort of the class and one of the smartest students in the whole campus. Why do I need to let others take a move at me when I'm only attracted anyways to this boy already.

He's just so handsome, cute, responsible, hardworking... everything to describe on being how good of a student he is. He's what the ideal man I always wanted to be so yeah, right now all I can do is to secretly look at him lovingly.

Secret, because I don't want himto know about this; not only because the "dating rumors" of us has spread around the campus but also you'll see later why.

After we walked to the hallway, we took a turn and went straight inside the canteen; taking a seats for one another and they all sat with their prepared hone made lunch inside their lunchboxes or tupperware. We prayed before starting to eat.

Sana drew YN's interest as we were eating, and YN continued to watch what Sana was eating. Why is it, did she like Sana's food? I just remain mute as I listen to them chatting to each other because that is what I'm trying to figure out.

YN: "Sana, is that Wagyu meat?"

Sana: "Yup! My mom made it for me", she said as she stabbed the meat and slowly raised his arm to allow him trying it.

YN: "Oh... that's expensive and rare right? I mean... I've seen some of it on the internet and it says likewise."

Sana: "It is true. My mother only got this from our top-notch chefs that serves our family who gets ingredients at a very private market only exclusive for rich families like ours."

Dahyun: "You never tasted one, YN?", she raised her eybrow as she asked Y/N.

YN: "Y- Yeah... that's why I'm curious. I- I don't know the taste.", Even though I'm not totally focused on him, I briefly caught him looking away. I assumed that he was embarrassed to say it, which naturally made me feel awful for him. "They said it's delicious."

Sana then slightly pushed her lunchbox near to YN and presented it's contents to him. Sana: "Oh, here! Take some! It's really good.", she said and that completely made me raise my head and look at them intently.

Sana then took some of her wagyu meat and there she feeds YN with it. I felt completely jealous. YN HAS HANDS, WHY DOES SHE EVEN NEED TO DO THAT.

I started thinking that I should not let myself unable to do it just because I don't have wagyu meat in my lunch that YN is curious about. As much as I wanted to buy YN as many wagyu meat as he wants, no. I should do something already right now. Something that will end up being better still than what YN is gonna receive!

Then I looked at my own lunch and I caught at glimpse at something that made an idea brighten up in my mind.

That's right! SHRIMP! Yes, I remember that YN used to say that he loves shrimps!

So to not make myself completely obvious that I'm feeling uncomfortable having this sight in front of me that might end up looking like a misunderstanding, I also gently pushed forward my lunchbox where YN can also be able to see clearly.

Sana: "How is it?", she asked YN and there I started munching one shrimp as I'm about to start my plan.

YN: "Wow it is really tasty! Thanks Sana!", YN smiled at her. OH, I HOPE I COULD GET ONE TOO, BUT WIDER THAN SANA!

Sana: "You're welcome YN! Just tell me if you want to have some again, I'll make our chefs cook again for us!", Sana giggled.

Jihyo: "Mmmmm this shrimp is so good~~~", I acted like I'm so into this delicious taste of my shrimp so that I could get YN's attention and have him turn it to me. But as I waited for his response, what I received was something I'm not expecting at and much worse... IT WAS TOO FAST.

YN: "Oh hey, you can take one from mine too."

DID HE JUST... NO.

HE JUST NEVERMINDED MY SLIGHT FLEX OF HIS FAVORITE IN MY LUNCH?!

He was too much focused right now on his unique experience that he's having because of Sana that's why I was unable to distract him.

Sana: "Okie dokie!", she answered and then Sana took one bacon from YN's lunch and I watched her bite it with my eyes having a deadly piercing stare. Agh, she got the chance but I'm not!

Sana: "Mmmm the bacon is so crispy!", she said while chewing the food in her mouth. I turned pale just watching at her.

"Good bye, Sana. I hate you. Starting today, don't even acknowledge me as your friend... because I don't want traitors in my life... like you. You pathetic sneaky little seducive snake.", I started to say it all in my mind as I curse her while I'm having flashbacks of our memories.

YN: "Ooh, Jihyo! Is that shrimps? Can I get-", YN asked me next about my food but instead of allowing him to do so, I slapped his hand away before he was about to snatch one. I don't know why, I just felt like not doing it anymore. I can't even match the way how Sana feeds YN although I would've love to do it for him.

Jihyo: "You already had Sana's, no need to take mine. Don't be greedy, dumbass.", I just rolled my eyes at him while speaking bluntly.

YN: "Okay, chill.", YN just giggled which makes me irritate more cause I feel being teased about my defeat. "Too bad, I was about to offer you my food too if you could've just let me."

What he just say? Is he serious? Wait, no. I need to hold on. If I accepted his offer, that would mean something different especially because I already rejected his. That would look like I'm really soft for YN and NO! I CAN'T LET EVERYONE THINK DIFFERENT ABOUT WHAT I MIGHT DO.

Dahyun: "You hear that, Jihyo unnie? Cmon, give him too.", Dahyun said as she tried to push me more from him. I stood straight still on my position, not letting myself submit more. What if he sense something different to me? I'm scared at what he might do when founds out about it.

Jihyo: "S-so what? That I could have some from h-his too? No! I'm okay with m-my food now.", then I rushed eating my lunch so that I could escape this tenseful moment.

YN: "Just let him, Dubu. It's fine.", he said. I noticed that his voice was kinda... disappointed... sad? I don't know. I starting to think that what if he....

THIRD PERSON POV

Yes. Although you had originally intended to avoid receiving one from Jihyo alone, you are genuinely anticipating receiving one from her as well.

Although what you did with Sana earlier was real, you played pranks on Jihyo to see whether she would feel bad about it and take action. which was giving you her lunch, which included your favorite shrimp. If she did that, you may probably assume that Jihyo was jealous and imitated Sana's actions, which she actually did, but you wouldn't know that because Jihyo canceled it in its place.

Unfortunately, you would have seen Jihyo's pouting face if you had dared to look her in the eye.

But still, you thought that Jihyo felt something wrong about what you and Sana did when you tried to get one from her lunch, only to receive a scolding from the mom of the group instead.

In the end, you and Sana both lost in this war of love you too are having.

War of love where the two of you are battling secretly, pushing and pulling one another onto who's gonna take the first move and confess his or her feelings for the other, because both of you are scared to do it voluntarily due to each others' fears.

Dahyun: "Hey guys, I think we should head back now to the class.", Dahyun said after she took a peek at her watch. "We still have more time. Is it good if we use it to review more before our test today?"

All of you agreed after and left the cafeteria as you and Jihyo felt both defeated.

Few hours later, the class ended and the test results has been revealed. You and Sana got the highest scores, Dahyun also has high score while Jihyo has the lowest among the group, but still having a good passing score.

You noticed that Jihyo wasn't impressed and thought that she's having a bad mood, he wanted to cheer her. You did it in a normal way, like how a friend should be there to help their fellow friend through their bad times, but ofcourse with a mix of slight impressing yourself to her.

YN: "Jihyo, what's wrong? You good?", you asked Jihyo worriedly. You didn't know that Jihyo secretly appreciated it.

Dahyun: "You don't look happy, unnie? Your scores were pretty high though?"

Jihyo: "I-It's not about my score... It's just that I'm f-frustrated about some questions because I haven't read it all before the test but I forgot it. It costs my questions missed points.",

Sana: "Aww cheer up unnie! We all do experience that sometimes and it's normal.", she patted Jihyo's shoulder, making the younger look at her with a feeling of warmth for her comfort. "So, chill and don't scold yourself too much."

Dahyun: "Sana's right, unnie.", she slowly nodded. "We got to go now, guys. Hey Sana, the meeting remember?"

Sana: "Oh yeah, see you guys tomorrow!"

YN and Jihyo: "Bye!", you two waved at them before slowly vanishing in your sight. Now that it's just you and her remaining, you decided to continue what you're doing for her since you let your other friends comfort Jihyo too.

YN: "Stop worrying about it, Jihyo."

Jihyo: "W-what are you talking about?", she stuttered asking. She was actually confused what are you pointing at, was it what happened at the cafeteria earlier where she failed lending you her food or was it the test.

YN: "Uhh, the test? Why?", you said, clarifying her.

Jihyo: "O-oh... well I'm not anymore. It's a relief already that I still got a high score.", she said, wearing a fake smile. But being as her friend (and your crush) whose observing her so well that made you know about her so much, that didn't made you pass it.

YN: "Who am I?"

Jihyo: "Eh?"

YN: "I know you heard me, you ain't deaf Ji.", you just hoped she ain't thinking if you are mad at her for being too serious.

Jihyo: "Agh, fine. Yeah, you're YN LN."

YN: "And?"

Jihyo: "Uhh classmate? Friend?"

"Still hurts.", you winced deep inside in pain when she said that f-word. That was always a confirmation to you so far on how she only sees you, even though you didn't know that she was lying.

YN: "There you go. That means since I'm your friend, you can't just lie while being too obvious.", Jihyo gulped, thinking if you are referring something again. "The inappopriate mood is still there, Ji."

Jihyo: "And? As if you'll do anything about it.", she said. She was actually expecting something from you, and she waits for it.

YN: "What if I told you, I can? You can expect some help for me, you know?", you said, adding another points to your impression which Jihyo truely liked but still she tried exploring more.

Jihyo: "B-but... I might disturb your time, YN. There's no n-"

YN: "Would I even lend you some hand if I think of you like that?", you said. Jihyo secretly felt touched at it.

Jihyo: "Weekends?", she asked you, relieved that she accepted it and appreciated your help.

YN: "Sounds good to me.", you smiled.

Jihyo: "Okay, I guess I should meet you then.", she said. "Don't be late, pabo!"

YN: "Got it! Don't worry, I won't make it into a boring tutor lesson.", you chuckled.

Jihyo: "No need to try, I can only describe it just being with you already.", she pursed her lips which you found very cute whenever she does that.

YN: "Pft. Who are you kidding, Jihyo?", you wheezed. "If that so, then why bother accepting my offer?", you smirked at her, making her blush and gulp, nervous that she got cornered.

Jihyo: "I-it's because I NEEDED THE HELP, PABO! AGH YOU'RE SO IRRITATING!", she pushed you slightly to move out of the way. "BYE!"

YN: "HAHAHAHA!", you laughed loudly behind her who's blushing intensely. "She's so cute.", you mumbled to yourself.

Meanwhile, while Jihyo is walking away from you, she was mumbling something to herself too about what she did. Jihyo: "Did he felt bad about it though? I guess I should not make it think about it like that. Oh no, h-he might hate me. I got to do something about it."

In the end, you and Jihyo won because you successfully made her impressed and appreciate your help while on the other hand she made you do something about her problem.

-SATURDAY, 4 DAYS LATER- (YOUR POV)

YN: "Overall, your score is 18/20 which is great!", I said, nodding my head with my lower lip pouting. "Not perfect but atleast you proved that you still understand everything."

Jihyo: "The lesson became easier because of you, YN.", she said, praising me. Well, I didn't know that she already started doing her plan for today which is to lessen her coldness at me and let herself go to the flow with my mood today so that she can make me not think about what she said few days ago that i'm "boring", even though I actually didn't mind it anyways.

Jihyo: "I wasn't wrong at all that I let you do the help."

YN: "Told you. And also I just don't want to disappoint you thats why and it seems that I didn't.", I said to her.

Jihyo: "Yeah you are.", Jihyo sheepishly smiled. "Okay enough talking, can we go out now? I've been dying for it."

YN: "Sure. It's free time anyways, let's go.", I said as I wanted to spend more time with her anyways, which I didn't know that Jihyo wanted it too.

When we got outside, we initially headed to the sidewalk to wait for the stoplight to turn green and allow us to cross the street, but something drew my attention and I briefly left her side.

YN: "Hey, Ji.", I said to her after I returned, keeping my hands which is holding sometimes to prevent her from knowing what it is.

Jihyo: "Where did you go? You got me worried.", She spoke a little louder to me, but I didn't notice any evident emotion. She seemed more concerned and uneasy than I had thought, which made me feel horrible for what I had done. I had to do it so I could pull off this little surprise for her. " I thought you disappeared and leave me here looking for you like an idiot.", She sighed. She grabbed my wrist and gave it a light shake, which made me blush. She was complaining about it, and I was praying that I wouldn't lose it at how adorable she was. I had no idea that she was deliberately doing it.

YN: "My bad, I just went there to... grab you some reward from yours truly.", then I showed the object I'm hiding behind my back which was a new large sized milkshake that has Jihyo's favorite flavor in it: caramel.

Jihyo: "W-woah...", her eyes sparkled when she saw it. Guess that's clear for me to indicate that she liked it.

YN: "That's for successfully completing our first tutorial for today and for having that good score earlier.", She grinned in response to my smile and turned her head away. I noticed she was quite red and visibly moved by what I did. That motivated me to keep doing my hardest to win her over in order to continue developing her affections for me.

YN: " We won't know what might be the next time so... there. With your favorite flavor. Wait, did I got it right?"

Jihyo: "Yeah, you are. It tastes delicious, YN. Thanks.", she said after taking a sip and releasing a satisfied and refreshed sigh.

After that, we crossed the street and went next to the karaoke machine. There, we began singing some of the songs we wanted to sing while simultaneously praising one another.

We were about to run out of time for our spot, so I took some game out of my pocket to make a fair decision.

YN: "Alright, rock paper scissors on who's gonna sing the last song.", I started to close my hand and form it like a "rock" and lay it on my other open hand.

Jihyo: "You shouldn't challenged me with that, YN. We both know you'll lose anyway.", she let out a smug expression.

YN: "Uh huh, then show me what you got and make me.",

We played 3 rounds and in the end Jihyo won with a 3-1 tally. I just pouted in defeat which I didn't know that she found it adorable and funny at the same time.

Jihyo: "HA! SEE! I TOLD YOU!", She began mocking and teasing me when she won, and I allowed her since I deserved it nevertheless because I also thought I was a loser at the game despite my best efforts to improve.

YN: "Yeah fine, easy there loudmouth. You won. I know.", Jihyo just continued laughing at me which made me laugh too due to how contagious it is. Well, I mean... just seeing her happy makes me feel the same too because that's what I always wanted for her.

Jihyo: "Just sit there and wait more.", I just followed her while she cleared her throat as she waits for her song to start.

YN: "It's cool. You deserve to sing more, not me since you have a more beautiful voice.", She genuinely blushed when I complimented her, and the rapid heartbeat she had from my praise prevented her from singing the song's first two words.

Lastly, we went to an open public soccer field where we took one of the free spots here. Jihyo and I share both favorite sport also by the way.

YN: "GOALLLLLLL!!!!! FINALLY A PAYBACK!", I said as I shouted in victory when I defeated her in our round, 5-3 in tally right after I made the soccer ball hit the net.

But I quickly stopped my celebration when I noticed that Jihyo was holding her hand in pain as she has her body curled up to endure the pain.

YN: "Hey, what's wrong?", I ran through her for help.

Jihyo: "My hand. Just got bumped badly by the ball after I failed to catch it.", she said while having that wincing expression in her face.

YN: "Here. Give me your hand.", then she followed as she slowly let me touch her hand gently. What I did next was to begin massaging it while blowing air on it, which Jihyo found to be soothing that gave her chills all over her body.

I just keep doing it because I know that it is calming her down and that it is genuinely working.

YN: "Did that lessen the pain for a while?", I asked her.

Jihyo: "Y-yeah."

YN: "Good. My father did that to me before when I was a child and it worked... so I thought I should do the same care he did from me to you.", I said. I slowly raised my head upwards which made me caught her eyes staring at me, thus making us both locked at it as we ended up in silence to take some time adoring each other in this moment.

Our heart beating went rapidly and butterflies all over our stomach as I looked at our hand holding together.

As much as I wanted to make it last, I can't because I broke the silence between us because I thought it would make her feel awkward about it and it would also make my feelings for her way too obvious. However, I have no idea that she also wanted to keep us being like this for a while deep down.

YN: "U-uhmm.. Th- the sun is setting down, we should go home now before it goes dark.", I said to her after humming to bring us back into our senses.

Jihyo: "Ye-yeah you're right. My parents might start looking for me.", She said as she swiftly released her grip on my hand. I kind of frowned since I assumed she didn't enjoy how our hands were placed at each other while we remained in the center of a quiet atmosphere.

In the end, I won because I successfully impressed her again while hers was none because she didn't even need to do her plan since it was already solved.

The next day, I arrived at the class and shared something when I approached the group whose talking together at Dahyun's spot.

Sana: "WHAT?!", the president squirrel exclaimed as her reaction to what I shared to them.

Dahyun: "Oh so that's why you don't share an update in your account anymore.", the serious tofu said. What I told them actually was about my social media account being hacked which I can't open it anymore.

Jihyo: "What's wrong with their pathetic selves about enjoying stealing other people's prorperties?", she said in an annoyed tone, which was her way to express her distaste about what happened to me. " It sucks that you won't even know who might be the hacker is. Also, why bother someone for that app, as if they could do anything more in there psh."

YN: "It's fine. I'm getting bored using it anyways so... I tried a new app and created a new account there!", then I showed to them my cellphone as the screen was presenting something to them which was my newly created account but this time it's in Instagram. The three went shocked.

Sana: "Woah! You have one now too?"

Dahyun: "That's perfect for you. You like posting pictures more."

YN: "Can I add you guys?"

SaiDa: "Sure!"

We both followed each other after while Jihyo was waiting for her turn. She was actually back to her cold self today after that plan of hers last Saturday already ended.

-JIHYO'S POV-

Sana: "OMG WHEN WAS THIS PICTURE, YN?", she gasped at what she saw in her screen. That made me curious about what is she talking about.

YN: "Last vacation."

Sana: "GAAAAHHHH YOU CHOSE THE PERFECT PROFILE PIC! YOU'RE SO HOT HERE!"

"E-Eh? W-what does she mean with that? I-is YN topless there? I mean, I would love to see it but no need to rush. I'll be going next to Dahyun anyways.", my thoughts as my eyes widened open at what Sana said. That made me gulp and was trying to control myself steadily, keeping myself patient to find out what she's looking at.

Dahyun: "You're right, Sana unnie. Don't be shocked if many girls are about to follow and simp for you YN like they always use to.", Dahyun said, agreeing to what our President said. I keep on trying my best to contain myself, not knowing that I'm slightly shaking impatiently. I WANT TO SEE IT SO BAD! I WANT TO FALL FOR YN MORE THAN ANY GIRLS OUT THERE!

Little did I know that he was planning not to ask for my account next as he's waiting to see what I'm gonna do about it.

YN was about to start a new topic for us talk about when Sana spoke that made him get interrupted.

Sana: "Hey, Jihyo. You have one too right?", I noticed YN glared at him too which both of us became nervous about it.

Jihyo: "O-oh, yeah."

Sana: "Want to add YN?", she asked me. Oh, no. Oh, no this is what I'm talking about. No, after hearing what Sana had to say regarding the intriguing photo of YN, I made the decision not to ask for YN's account. I reasoned that they might think that I want YN's account in order to look at it myself.

Knowing that I am the class's muse and that there is a dating rumor involving YN, which Sana and Dahyun are also aware of, I was concerned that people could see the situation incorrectly. that I would secretly admire him even more after I eventually had his Instagram account and could simply stare at his attractive face whenever I wanted.

Jihyo: "No. He doesn't seem to care about me.", I said, pretending that I'm sulking so that I can point on who's gonna do the sharing of account first back at hkm and escape this trap I had in.

"Look, he didn't even asked me. The truth is going very clear to me now that he doesn't really treat me as a true friend.", I said as long as I can in a very disappointed tone while throwing YN a sassy glance

Fortunately, that was enough for him to back down and apologize to me for what he had done because he believed that if he did not, he would lose my account, which he also badly wanted.

YN: "Hey Jihyo, I'm sorry. I really thought you don't have one since you're criticizing the app.", he said as he's scratching his nape.

Jihyo: "Why? Don't I have any rights to express my opinion?", I said to him bluntly as I keep on secretly teasing him.

YN: "N-no that's not what I'm implying, okay? I'm sorry, can I add yours?"

YES! OMG, I FINALLY HAVE IT!

Jihyo: "Fine.", As we exchanged, I gave him my account and he got his. I was acting quietly, but YN, Dahyun, and Sana were unaware that I was actually itching to burst with joy and pleasure.

I promptly went to the notifications after receiving YN's account and opened it. There, I noticed YN's photo and his profile, which instantly made me blush madly.YN WAS ON A BEACH AND HAD A POSE WHERE HE WAS FREAKING STROKING HIS WET HAIR WHILE WEARING A SOAKED WET WHITE SANDO THAT SLIGHTLY REVEALS HER PERFECTLY BUILT MUSCULAR BODY.

I can't helped it but to just stare at the picture. while having my face all completely reddened and my heart was beating rapidly and loudly like drums being hit with full force by the drummers. The picture that made Sana's compliment justifies at what she saw through it.

Sana: "OMOOOOOO~ I knew it, youll be the same as us too.", Sana said as she stood beside me which made me awakened back to the reality, covering my cellphone quick like a flash.

Jihyo: "H-huh, what are you saying?", I said, trying to be denial while my embarassment is completely attacking me so hard.

Sana: "But wow, your cheeks are so red, are you blushing?", she looked even closer to me, leaning her face closer beside my face and went on to poke my warming cheeks with her finger. "What is this, is the muse becoming one of the escort's admirers now too?", she teasingly smirked.

Dahyun: "You've been staring at his profile too almost reaching a minute as if you can't get off your eyes out at it.", Dahyun stated with a smug look on his face. It's obvious that they're both making fun of me right now. They noticed it, oh no! HOW SHOULD I RESPOND?

I can't think clearly because of my fear over how to stop them from having narrowly-focused thoughts.

I saw that YN was simply observing us. He seemed to have no idea what the heck is going on, but I was unaware that he was actually enjoying it so much that I am now being overtly affectionate with him. He only wants me to officially CONFESS it after that.

Jihyo: "I-ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK GUYS OKAY? JEEZ CALM YOUR ASSES, I- IT DOESNT MEAN THAT WAY, IM JUST SHOCKED THAT HE HAS AN ACCOUNT IN THIS APP AND YES I ALSO ADMIT YN LOOKS GREAT HERE BUT THATS IT! I'M JUST PRAISING HIM AS A FRIEND WHO'S JUST POINTING OUT THE TRUTH!", I bursted out my defense to explain my own side. I don't care if they're gonna believe it or not but I just hope that they won't provoke me more because they won't gonna like what might happen next and what can I do next.

MEANWHILE YN: "Friend... Welp, I was wrong about my thoughts again, I guess."

YN: "She's right, don't give it another meaning guys.", he said as he swiped his hands back and forth, gesturing the two to cut it off.

If only I could just tell him with all pure confidence and pride that what they're saying is actually true and I didn't wanted to lie at all.

I'm just protecting something that I don't want to be broken at all.

Sana: "Okay sheesh!", Sana said, patting my back to make me calm down but I just stared at her with an annoyed look and sighed heavily. " Wow, God Jihyo forgive us as we've mistaken you from our sins then."

Dahyun: "Don't curse us!", Dahyun said with all fear.

Jihyo: "Aishhh, just stop and go back to your seats kids. Freaking delusionals.", I just ignored them and went on to open my bag and reach out my books for our first subject today.

In the end, YN lost because he was the one who went for my account instead while me resulted with a win because I made him do it, despite with that near- end of my secret feelings I'm having to YN that I experienced.

LATER THAT FOLLOWING NIGHT:

Jihyo: "He's so freaking handsome.", I said as I keep on staring at YN's picture while I'm smiling with my whipped in love expression as I'm taking my break on doing my assignments.

After looking at his picture, I put down my phone and closed my eyes as I thought of something I should do tomorrow when I remembered what happened to me earlier that made me feel very mixed feelings that make me go crazy.

Jihyo: "Look at what you're doing to me, YN. You always making me lose my cool no matter what I do.", I said to myself before letting out a heavy sigh.

Little did I know that in far away, YN was just relaxing in his bedroom by looking at my pictures in my account and complimenting at it while smiling too.

- THE NEXT DAY - (YOUR POV)

My entire day of classes was quite strange and... perplexing.

Jihyo wasn't speaking to me at all. Yes, she was responding to my worries, but she did it in a rather icy manner. She was only responding briefly and in a voice that was clearly exhausted.

However, Jihyo is still flustered and emotionally impacted from yesterday, when she came dangerously close to being discovered for her affections for me, so I have no idea that she is doing this to avoid me for now.That's why she needs to chill out for a while to lessen it down but whenever I keep trying to interact with her through the whole class hours, it only gets worse.

Before we were about to go home, I stopped Jihyo in front of our classroom to try one last time but now is about trying to figure out what's wrong with her today.

YN: "Jihyo."

Jihyo: "What is it?"

YN: "D-do you have a problem with me?"

Jihyo: "No."

YN: "You sure?"

Jihyo: "Yes, I... just don't feel like talking at all."

YN: "Why?"

Jihyo: "Don't worry, we'll go back to normal tomorrow.", she then pulled out her cellphone after we both heard it rang due to a notification. "Bye, my driver just arrive. We still have somewhere to go.", then she just left me quickly as she walked out already from the school.

YN: "Uhh okay, bye Jihyo."

I stopped Jihyo in front of our classroom before we left for home to give it one last shot, by trying to figure out what's wrong with her.

In order to observe her securely make her way home after that, I slowly followed her from behind.

But what I ended up doing left me deeply regretting it.

I continued to watch her, and as the door of the enormous white family car she was driving opened, I saw that she had stopped in front of the school's gate.

It displayed a guy dressed in a school uniform, yet he appeared to attend a different school.

He had his arms extended, letting Jihyo press her body against his and wrap him in a very close hug.

I began to consider the possibility that the reason Jihyo is moving away from me is because someone has already stolen her heart. For the sake of her relationship with this mysterious guy who is also her boyfriend, she might be being cautious about any men she is close to.

YN: "So that's the reason. I could've liked it more if I got the answers from her through words, not actions.", I said as I chuckled bitterly at myself.

They got into the car and started driving away as I took my turn to follow them, all the while thinking that maybe the next day I should keep some distance from Jihyo as a means of relieving the anguish of rejection and jealousy that was filling my heart.

-LATER IN THE AFTERNOON- (JIHYO'S POV)

Sana: "There's still few minutes to go before it falls to nighttime.", Sana said from behind me. It made me return back to being conscious as I turned my head to her.

Jihyo: "What do you mean?", I furrowed my eyebrows.

Sana: "Just kidding. I thought you're excited to greet the nighttime that's why you're waiting for the sky to get dark because of the way you keep on staring outside."

Jihyo: "O-oh. Wait how long am I s-standing here?"

Sana: "Almost 15 minutes I guess?", she shrugged. " I keep on talking and talking then realized that the one I'm talking with is drowning in her thought for me to get her attention.", I just keep being silent to express how guilty I am. "What's wrong, Jihyo? Seeing you turning into this, I can definitely tell something deeply is disturbing your mind. Is it YN?", I just sighed in return to her as a response.

"Answer's obvious, I guess. I knew it, you do like him.", that made me look at Sana, less shock in my face because I also somewhat called it already that she already knows about it, especially that she knows me so much since I'm her very first friend.

But still...

Jihyo: "NO... ONE... WILL... KNOW... ABOUT... THIS.... O- OKAY?! NOT... A... SINGLE.. WORD, SANA.", I said crazily to her ears as I panicked after grabbing her collar and pulling her very close to me, where her head is just beside my face.

Sana: "O-okay, Jihyo jeez... I won't tell it to everyone okay?", she replied as she pushed me away from her to calm me down.

Jihyo: "Yeah... I trust you.", I said, heaving out a sigh.

Sana: "So I'm sensing a love problem, hmm? WELL DON'T WORRY 'CAUSE THE LOVE DETECTIVE IS HERE TO SOLVE IT OUT!", she stated as she introduced herself, rotating her body in an anime-like fashion. She even took one of my hats and wore it in her head to look more like a detective.

"What happened to the two of you? Just like yesterday, you two aren't talking to each other that much, but when it comes to us you guy act normal.", she asked me.

Jihyo: "That's what I'm wondering about, Sana. I promised to him that we'll be talking again after he confronted me and asked about why am I ignoring him."

Sana: "Huh? What did YN do to make you ignore him?", she asked curiously.

Jihyo: "I don't have any problems with him it's just... agh I can't freaking say it.", I said, groaning in frustration while I held my forehead; massaging it.

Sana: "Why don't you just admit that you love YN? I mean... me and Dahyun can see it through you."

Jihyo: "Really?"

Sana: "Yeah. Way too obvious. Out of all the peeps in our group, it's you who has a different way of treatment to YN. It's like... you're avoiding something that might affect you so that what you needed to do is set your guard walls up and protect you from it. Am I right?", I just flinched back because what she said hits straight ahead through me. It's definitely true at all that's why I didn't bother to dodge it anymore since Sana already knows.

As a responded, I only nodded back at her while I slowly bow my head in sadness.

Sana: "And what keeps you from confessing?"

Jihyo: "I'm scared."

Sana: "Aww look at little tough, angsty God Jihyo, hard on the outside but soft on the inside.", she said as she tried to tease me.

Jihyo: "Yahhh! Sana!"

Sana: "Hehe, sorry." She cupped my chin and slowly raised my head to make my face and my eyes to match at her. "But seriously, it won't hurt if you won't try. Although, I suggest the first thing you might do for now is to approach him this time. Be the one who has the motivation to chase, just like what he did yesterday.

You see that even if he didn't get quite clear of an answer to you atleast he has a slightest idea of it to make him relieved. So do the same, Jihyo. Face your fears before it's too late and turn it unexpectedly into your worst nightmare.", she nodded, wanting me to confirm that I'll agree and follow what she adviced to me. I just mouthed an "okay" to her and then she pulled me for a hug, making me feel more her comfort at me.

We both became silent as we watched the clouds disappear as the whole view of the sky turns dark, the moon and the starts slowly starts entering and appearing on our sight.

Our moment was interrupted when Sana's phone vibrated and rang through its notification. She opened it to see what it is.

Sana: "Oh, Dahyun's with him?", she said. I looked at what she's looking at on her phone and there I saw YN's new update in his Instagram account, which has three pictures, one is his solo, second is Dahyun's and third is where my heart slightly felt a stinging pain.

It was a picture of them together, and their faces were very close together, their cheeks touching at one another. I admit, I feel jealous and sad... especially knowing that Dahyun is the first girl too that was featured in YN's new account.

I noticed too that he has a caption on his post stating "Thanks to this tofu who accompanied me! 🤙💞 @dahyunniee "

Jihyo: "I-I see. I'll try, Sana. Thank you.", I said to her, responding to her advise to me once again through words since I intend to follow her advice tomorrow.

I shouldn't always let him do the move. Who am I kidding? I guess I'll have to do it too this time. How could I possibly make him love me if I'm not even trying?

Sana: "Always for my bestfriend.", she smiled at me.

THIRD PERSON POV Meanwhile, what Jihyo doesn't know what you meant in your caption is that, you shared his own love problem too on Dahyun. What's worse is that you actually cried as you remember seeing Jihyo hugging a mysterious guy in front of his very own eyes.

In the end, you lost because you failed to know why Jihyo is ignoring you today which makes you fail to realize if you're impressing her while Jihyo won because she successfully avoided your moves.

-THE NEXT DAY-

Mr. Bang: "Our school's anniversary celebration is coming next week and ne of the student council officers decided that we should make students perform of our own choosing and all of us teachers approved. Since you two are my students who are enormously famous and also for sure, talented... I'm picking you two to participate in the program, is that alright?", our class adviser Mr. Bang announced and asked me and YN as he requested us to stay for a minute before going home to tell us about this.

YN and Jihyo: "Yes, sir."

Ms. Lee: "Okay, good. You may go home now and spend your time preparing what would you two perform for the event."

YN and Jihyo: "Thank you, sir.", Mr. Bang smiled at nodded at us in appreciation. He then gestured for us to walk out of the classroom now.

As we went outside, I called YN 's attention as he just passed me by and walked straight, about to exit the building.

Jihyo: "YN!!!"

YN: "Oh, Jihyo. Why?", he asked me after he turned her body around to face me with his blank expression.

Jihyo: "C-Can I ask you something?", I stuttered at the beginning because I'm starting to get nervous at what I'm gonna do.

YN: "Go ahead. Spill it.", he then walked closer to me and every step he takes makes me heart beat and bump hardly onto my chest.

Jihyo: :Would you mind if I go home with you? M-my family's car won't be for now due to some problems. I don't have anyone else with me.", I asked him sheepishly and hesitantly at the same time as I made my final try to convince him to like me today.

Why? Well, I've strengthened my attempts to follow Sana's suggestion because I suspected that YN was the one avoiding me this time.

As Sana mentioned, our roles from yesterday were completely switched this time.

I tried everything I could to interact with him, but it was all worthless. He wasn't even entertained by my conversation. Yes, I understand that it could be due of what I did to him yesterday, but I specifically informed him that I would act normally with him the next day, which is exactly what I'm doing today.

But what's up with his mood when it comes to me? What is his issue this time that is keeping me from catching up with him today?

YN: "Uhh why me?", he asked me, acting clueless. I don't know why it kinda made me upset on him about this.

Jihyo: "Duh, i'm with you right now whom I'm very close with and it's only you who I know that uses a vehicle as a transport on the way in and out of the school.", I said with a sass and attitude. I'm about to abandon my plan this time since he's being so uncooperative, but I'm trying to hang on because it's karma for me anyway, and also because... Simply said, it's him, YN LN who is my crush and the only guy who has won my heart.

Jihyo: "Why? Are you shy to be with me? You and I, alone together?", I said as tried to tease him just so I can decrease the seriousness we're having today.

YN: "Huh, w-what are you saying?"

Jihyo: "It's true, isn't it? Are you sulking that we haven't talked yesterday?", I asked him, wanting to confirm my guess about the reason of his mood today.

YN: "No."

Jihyo: "Uh huh, but you needed this. What's stopping you now?"

YN: "Can you please just stop teasing me and let's go so that I could be alone now?", his voice raised quite high but the lack of emotion is still audible to his voice.

Jihyo: "I-I'm sorry. I just want to know what's wrong with you."

YN: "Nothing. And don't ask me more, please. I appreciate your concern as a friend but all I want for you right now to do is to let me be alone, okay?", he said to me. I didn't speak more next as I just followed him from behind as we exit the school and ride his bicycle to drive us on our way home.

YN: "Here we are.", he said before pressing the brakes, making us stop in front of the gates of our mansion.

Jihyo: "T-thanks, YN."

YN: "Welcome. Have a nice day ahead."

Jihyo: "Okay, b-be safe. I hope you'll be okay, YN.", That caused him to come to a halt halfway through pedaling his bicycle. I observed he bowed his head for a split second before driving away, leaving me alone in front of our mansion.

I didn't notice that the tears I was holding were spilling out of my eyes as I realized that what I was doing for him wasn't enough to cope with and repay for what I had done to harm his feelings.

I also became panicked, nervous and scared as I remember the times I saw him always sticking with Dahyun earlier, thinking that what if she already went ahead first than me?

What if I'm already getting left out now?

What if my feelings were being obvious again about what I did to him yesterday, that's why he's suddenly getting awkward now having me being close to him?

Or was it because...

.... what if...

... he's developing an admiration and love for Dahyun instead of me?

THIRD PERSON POV

Meanwhile... You instantly stopped and hid through the street post after turning onto another street, watching Jihyo from a distance, hugging that unknown person again.

She stepped out of their embrace to give the guy time to help her wipe away her tears, which you already saw... Perhaps because of what you did.

You didn't wanted to hurt her, and you cried after what you'd done. If only you could tell her freely that you're doing this to rest your heart after suffering too much from what you saw yesterday... which also occurred today.

YN: "You finally saw someone you chose to adore. I think it's for me to surrender and be happy with you instead, even if it'll took some time to move on. Sorry, Jihyo.", you let out a sigh before driving away again with your new decision stuck in your mind, as you thought that this is the only way to lessen the pain you feel.

In the end, you won by successfully avoiding her while Jihyo and Sana lost because she failed to make you share the cause of your problems to her while Sana's advice also failed because you just ignored all of Jihyo's attempts.

-5 DAYS LATER- (YOUR POV)

YN: "I'm gonna be the next to perform, make sure yall will watch okay? Support meeee!", I said to them as I grab my guitar and wear it around me. The school's anniversary event is currently being held right now at our open ground and it's my turn next after this student who is currently performing in the stage.

Sana: "Woohooo!!! Go, YN!"

Dahyun: "Make them go crazy for you, bro!"

Jihyo: "Yeah, but you better support me back too, dummy ok? I'm expecting a repay for this.", She said to me, and all I could do was nod and grin back. I admit that I still find it difficult to get along with her because I'm still in my 'moving on' phase.

But I admit, it makes me still struggle with it because yeah, every time I'm with her, my heart feels a bittersweet feeling all over again, but I'm still trying my best to fight it because I don't want to look like a fool for hoping that I still have a chance for her by keeping myself unrecovered and unbothered with my feelings for her after the immense pain I got.

My name was called next, and everyone cheered, especially the girls for me as the escort as I made my way up to the stage.

I moved closer to the stage as I began to perform, singing "Come Inside Of My Heart" by IV of Spades to the audience who are about to listen to me.

I love you But I don't really show you I'd call you But only if you want me too

Oh, don't you let it stop Oh, I won't let it happen, baby I will never stop But only if you listen to me

Come inside of my heart If you're looking for answers Look at the stars, go a little bit faster Ooh, ooh, hooh-ahh-ooh

As I was ready to finish the song, I looked at Jihyo, who was watching me along with the rest of the audience. I sung the last few lines exactly as my message for her, as I'd always wanted to tell her.

I love you But I don't really show you

Jihyo was the next performer after that. She performed by dancing and singing a song called "Push And Pull" by TWICE, a highly popular girl group in our country. She also had backup dancers, which in my surprise... were Dahyun and Sana, indicating that she really had planned thoroughly for this.

I didn't realize it was her goal to chose that music and dedicate it to me, exactly like what I did.

After she finished performing, our party decided to separate from the crowd and spend some time together on one of the benches under a giant oak tree.

Sana: "Uhh Dahyun, do you want to see those game booths organized by other sections so that we can report it to the council later on?", our president asked the vice who is busy munching her choco pie.

Dahyun: "Oh y-yeah! Let's go. I'm curious about that one which has many student lined up for it."

Sana: "Okiii, let's go!", then she went on to grab Dahyun's hand. They excused themselves for a while and we didn't have any clue at all that they actually both planned this, but haven't shared it through one another for them to team up.

Dahyun: "Go for it, YN.", she mouthed to me before Sana and her turn around and walk away, leaving me and Jihyo alone together.

The atmosphere became very quiet and awkward as we don't even know what to say to each other. She was wiping her sweat with her towel while I'm just leaning my back on the chair while watching the people from the distance having fun together.

YN: "Your performance was great by the way.", I said as I just spoke what was on my mind just to break this deafening silence that surrounds us which I don't want to make us feel uncomfortable by it.

Jihyo: "Oh, t-thanks. Yours too. You successfully made the girls fall for you because of your voice, huh.", she teased me.

YN: "Hehe I can see that. But that's not really my intention.", I shook my head.

Jihyo: "Then what is it? A-are you dedicating it to someone?"

YN: "N-no! WHAT I MEANT IS YOU KNOW... S-SHOWCASING MY TALENTS AND BE PROUD OF MY GIFT! I- I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING HYOMAS... OR ELSE, ARE YOU CURIOUS ABOUT IT?", I just started to became nervous so I rapid fire blurted out my explaination to avoid my own intention earlier to be revealed.

Jihyo: "H-HUH? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT PABO! N-NO I'M NOT! DON'T THINK ABOUT THAT IM JEALOUS OR SOMETHING. NOT EVEN GONNA GIVE A CARE ABOUT IT, DUH.", her overprotective and very defensive self of hers is showing again.

YN: "Uh-huh, well it does it sound like you're worried earlier when you asked me about it.", I continued as I took the turn to tease her this time.

Jihyo: "S-SHUT UP! ARE YOU EVEN HEARING YOURSELF, YOU SOUND DELUSIONAL AS IF I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU."

YN: "HAHAHAHAHHAHA DO I LOOK LIKE I'M EXPECTING? I'M NOT EVEN INTERESTED AT YOU. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS THINK LIKE THAT ANYWAYS, HUH?", I fought back ay her. She just pinched me in my arm after because of how irritated she was, but secretly it was also for me hurting her feelings.

"OUCH! OKAY OKAY alright i'm gonna stop now. Just kidding, okay?", I begged for her to stop which she did as she just returned back to her silent mode, glaring away from while pouting and crossing her arms. I just chuckled at how cute she is.

YN: "You know, I just... missed this."

Jihyo: "W-what? Y-you missed making fun o-of me?"

YN: "No. Us. Talking like this as if everything is normal again.", that made her slowly look back at me.

Jihyo: "Ahh... yeah, I-I missed it too.", she said as she sheepishly smiled and nodded.

YN: "I'm sorry if I never followed what you said few days ago. Just want to take a break for myself because of some reason."

Jihyo: "No it's alright. It was m-my fault, too.", she shook her head. " I should've t-told you why I am ignoring y-you at that day."

YN: "Shall we take away our worries then?", I smirked at her. "Tell me what's yours and I'll tell mine."

Jihyo: "H-huh?! Y-you should go, first!", she complained.

YN: " Ladies first, sorry."

Jihyo: "B-but you should be taking it like a b-brave man . Are you scared?", she fought back by teasing me too.

YN: "What? No! I told you I'll follow next right. And also, you were the first one who became like that.", I pointed at her, making her gulp because of how guilty she was. I used it as a signal that I successfully checkmated her. " Now that makes sense and you can't argue with that."

Jihyo: "AGH FINE! I'll do it." , she huffed some air before being able to speak again. "Okay, I- I was... angry at that time."

YN: "Mmhhhmm... yeah you were, but... why?"

Jihyo: "Because... I... I..."

MEANWHILE, IN JIHYO'S MIND... "Cmon, say it!"

"Follow what Sana said. I can't just torture myself longer. If I not share what I truly feel for him, there's still a chance that he'll go away slowly from me and get attached to a new girl... to Dahyun.

"No, he's mine. AND THIS IS THE TIME I'LL FIGURE OUT THE ANSWER."

"I.... am..."

YN: "You're what?", I asked her, patiently waiting for her response.

Jihyo:" I LOOKED LIKE I WENT OUT OF THE MOOD BECAUSE YOU KEEP GOING NEAR FROM ME...", she said it loudly which enough for me to flinch back. It really looked like she struggled and fight too hard with herself just to release it. "... and how can my heart even take a break if you keep on doing that. That's how I'm so in love with you, YN.", what she just said made me gasp and widen my eyes as I maintained my frozen and unconscious body, staring at her with pure shock and disbelief.

She confessed to me.

Oh my god, I did it. I made her love me.

But... wait, h-how? N-no, I must listen to her more because after what I've been through it does still feels a bit kinda.......wrong to it?

"You're m-making me go crazy for you. Everyday when I see you being touched by any girls out there who either admires you or not, I panic. Rage. I may be in denial that I don't care about it but only if you know how badly I wanted to snatch you away from them and keep you in my company.", she started expressing to me all what she's been keeping through her heart all along.

YN: "Jihyo...", all I could do was to mutter her name because I'm still taken aback at this moment. This is just so unexpected.

Jihyo: "I'm sorry for all the lies, the despise, and the way I act towards you. I didn't mean it at all, it's just... I need to do it so that you won't get a hint of me keeping all my adoration towards you.", I heard her sniff and that made me look very focusedly at her as she finally had that teardrop came out of her eyes, signifying that her emotions finally got her now.

"Cause I'm scared, that if one day when you found out you... you might, l-leave me because y-you don't see me m-more like this. A-as friends.", she said while she starts to cry in front of me. This sight of her doesn't fail to make me frown and make my heart being clenched because of how sorry she looked being like this.

"That's why my confession today took time to happen cause I don't you to abandon m-me. I need you.", she then went on to hug me as she cried it all through me. Her action made my heart flutter as I feel like I am really important in her life.

"Rejection, yes. I can take it. But please, don't make this as the reason to end our friendship by making a gap between us. Just don't waste my effort of showing my love for you instead.", she said while having a muffled voice because of her face being buried on my shoulder.

YN: "Jihyo...", I called her name, as I started to stroke her short black hair.

Jihyo: "Hmm?", she said after leaning her face close to my rampaging chest due to my fast heart beats.

YN: "I won't."

Jihyo: "How w-would I know if y-you're saying the truth?"

YN: "Then look at me to find out." Jihyo went away from the hug and then she looks at me, revealing her messed up face face due to her tears.

I wasted no time in planting my lips to kiss her passionately.

I kept her near because I wanted her to melt as much as possible in our contact, till she grasped the back of my head and drew me further closer to her face as our lips danced faster together, savoring the taste of our sweetness behind the love we're making us feel for each other.

She lets go off me with a popping sound releasing herself onto me. We both kept a small distance between our faces as I looked at her carefully while cupping her cheek and softly rubbing it with my thumb.

YN: "I always wanted to say this to you, Jihyo. That I love you too. Did you heard my heart beating in a high speed?", she just nodded to me while briefly closing her eyes.

" You're the only one who’s capable of doing that to me. No one else but you. That's why I'm hesitating to give up on making you feel the same as me because... I thought you really just made me prove my fears.

Jihyo: "What makes you afraid, YN?"

YN: "That I wasn't even worthy to be loved.", I smiled painfully at her. "That I do lack something. And it makes me worry that I may be not enough at all to capture someone's heart and make it bloom like a flower. So when I learned that I am definitely falling in love with you, I wanted you to be one who confirm it for me as that day comes that I made you be.

Now that I know you and I has something in common for us to nervous having ended up in this moment, I felt relieved... especially that you proved me all wrong about myself.", I said as my own tears of joy started to flow out through my cheeks.

Jihyo then took her turn to cupped my cheeks while taking out the tears away from my face.

Jihyo:" YN, I want you to remember this from now on. I didn't trusted you to lend my heart and soul because I only feel pity for you. No, I did that because I believe in you. You're more than enough. You are everything to me.", she hummed as she waits for me to answer which I gave him a nod first as my way to thank her in appreciation.

YN: "And I'll continue to be like that while being on your side, cause I aint going away from you. I'll do my best not to left you behind. I will make sure I won't abandon you. Hell, I don't even know if I can't do that when I can't even stand seeing you go far away from me.", we both chuckled after. After that, we both looked at each others' lovingly eyes as I smiled to her before asking this very special question I've been wanting to ask only for her.

YN: "So, Park Jihyo, my muse. I ask you, will you be my girlfriend?"

Jihyo: "Yes, my escort. I would really love you to be my boyfriend.", she showed me her gummy smile after and then seconds later we both pulled each other again for a deep, heartwarming kiss.

YN: "We can work it out, right?"

Jihyo: "Yes, as long as we have ourselves, we'll face our fears together.", I smiled at her as I feel touched through that words.

YN: "You know, I thought you're already taken."

Jihyo: "Yah, why?

YN: "I always see that dude you're always with on a car. If i'm not mistaken I only met your sister so I wonder who's that guy. Then a theory came in to my mi-", before I was about to finish my words she interrupted me with a loud laughter that made me look at her confusedly why she reacted like that.

Jihyo: "HAHAHAHAHHAHA YOU CRIED AT THAT? PABO THAT WAS MY COUSIN.", Jihyo kept laughing hard at me while I just stared in disbelief and embarrassment, knowing that the guy who became the reason for my tears, heartbreak, and jealousy was her cousin all along.

All I wanted right now was for the land I was stepping on to eat me entirely in shame.

YN: "O-oh... really?"

Jihyo: "Yeah you idiot, he was living for now at our mansion since his parents which are my uncle and auntie went abroad for business reasons.", she explained. She then lifts her head a bit higher and looked with her smug expression, smirking at me. "Aww YN's is jealous of me being seen with other men. How cute."

YN: "E-EH? STOP! DO YOU KNOW HOW BADLY I KEEP ON SPACING OUT AS I THOUGHT IM TOO LATE?", I whined but just chuckled and pinched me both in the cheeks as I looked at her like a baby sulking on her mother.

Jihyo: "It's all fine now, YN. I'm only interested at you... after all, I will always prefer to be in love with you anyways, so take that in mind ok?", I just nodded back at her because I went out of words as I'm blushing too hard in front of her. "Actually I thought I don't have any chance also when I saw you and Dahyun in your IG post."

YN: "And you cried?", she just stared at me because I really caught her at that. Already enough for me to take that as an answer, I started wheezing until she also laughed at me too.

Jihyo: "Yaaaahhh!!! YN!", I just playfully hit him in the arm because I actually don't even hate it anyways because I deserved it too.

YN: "Dahyun and I are just "bros" okay? I just wanted to get some advice from her since she already found out that I have a crush on you. Well since we are just neighbors, she came into my place for that. ", I mentioned this to make her understand why Dahyun already has an idea of what's going on between me and Jihyo which I wasn't aware of, Sana already knows something about us too. "And also... she's into Sana by the way.",She stared at me, mouthed "oh?" and gasped then I just signaled her to be silent while she nodded in response.

Sana: "AHH YES, FINALLY. THE TSUNDERES FINALLY GETS IT DONE.", me and Jihyo both had our heart skipped a beat in shock when Sana just appeared out of nowhere with us.

Dahyun: "About time the war of love and the exchanges of pushing and pulling each other has to be stopped. Congrats to both of you!"

Sana: "YEAH!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO! CONGRATSSS TO THE NEW LOVERS!!!", Sana then started cheering for us while Dahyun just kept on clapping while smiling for us.

YN and Jihyo: "T-thanks..."

Dahyun: "Hey, we found a photobooth there by the way! Let's have a picture of us!"

Me, YN and Sana: "Yeah!", we all happily responded to Dahyun's request.

After that, we walked to the photobooth and took four shots as a group, while Jihyo and I took five.

We both grinned as we swapped our solo photos and our first photos as a pair in our phone cases.

When I saw Jihyo's photo, I grinned. I still can't believe she's finally mine and I don't have to worry anything more. I can't help but feel grateful and fortunate to have this girl in my arms right now.

Now I'm encouraged more to do my best on doing my responsibilities as a boyfriend to her, especially by making her laugh, smile and feel my overflowing love in my heart for her.

In the end, even though Sana and Dahyun won by making us two talk while Jihyo lost the war of love we have because she made the first move to confess; we still finally discovered that we both captured each other's hearts mutually as we finally had been able to share our feelings for one another, thus ending us up in this new upgraded relationship we always wanted to have, where it could lead us more to a bright and happy future that awaits us ahead.

-🦄-

#twicejihyo #twicexreader #twicexmreader #twiceoneshots #twiceau #kpoponeshots #kpopau

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le-amewzing · 1 year

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Suiting Up

Yet another old Cherik drabble, set when the team first gets their suits in First Class~ ;)

Fic: "Suiting Up" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: pre?Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr, with cameos from Alex Summers & Moira MacTaggert

Rating: K+

Words: ~740

Additional info: romance, slash, friendship, 3rd person POV

Summary: Hank leaves a present, Charles wonders what's wrong, and Erik gets jealous. No explanation needed.

"'Bring the box marked X'?" Charles Xavier squinted at the note as he, Erik, and the other mutants trudged through the remnants of Hank McCoy's lab. It appeared as though a tornado had struck the room—or a beast had rampaged…

"Whoa," Alex commented with raised eyebrows. The other two behind him were just as confused as the rest of them.

Moira furrowed her brow. "Is there any sign of Hank?"

Erik rolled his eyes. "No, there isn't. Don't you think if he were still here that he would've shown himself by now?"

"Erik," Charles warned. He locked eyes with his friend, hoping Erik would get the message—without telepathy—not to start an unnecessary argument.

The metal magician closed his mouth at the telepath's look. His eyes seemed to say, "Whatever." "So what's in the box?" he asked as he drew up to Charles' side. He looked over the smaller man's shoulder and read the note.

Together, Charles and Erik lifted the lid and found…cloth. Suits, really. Yellow, blue, and black. Charles picked one up and recognized the disc in the center of the chest. "Oh," he blurted. He passed it to Alex. "This is for you. It has to be—Hank thought of the center plate to channel your energy."

Alex blinked at the suit as he took it. He had nothing to say for once, least of all to call Hank a bozo or a freak.

Erik helped Charles sift through the rest: there was one for each of them, even a plain, all-gray one for Moira. The multicolored suits were custom-made for them and appeared to work with or enhance their powers.

"What now? Don these things?" Erik asked.

"Yes," Charles replied. He faced the others. "Get dressed and gather downstairs out front. Moira, if you could get the car, please."

Moira nodded and left first, and the kids went off to their rooms. Erik followed Charles to his and shrugged out of his jacket.

"I have to wonder what's running through Hank's mind," Charles thought aloud. He mused like this regardless of Erik being present; it'd become something of a habit as of late.

"Don't wonder too much," the metal magician stated. "Out of the younger ones, I'd worry least about his intentions if I were you."

Charles paused, glancing in a nearby mirror at Erik's face. Of course, at this most inconvenient time, Charles grew self-conscious, and he stepped into his closet to change. But not before he glimpsed the frown materializing on Erik's face. "…I know."

"As for me and Moira, I'd worry least about me," Erik ventured offhandedly.

The telepath chuckled to himself as he stepped back into his room, fighting with the zipper to bring it all the way up to his neck. "That's because I know you're 'evil,' right?"

"Not evil, Charles." Erik's frown deepened. "Like you…a mutant."

A lump developed in Charles' throat. This was not the first time Erik had brought that difference up, and Charles had always known it was because Erik truly did not see mutants and humans cohabitating peacefully. But lately these days, when he brought it up, it always seemed as though Erik were giving Charles a comparison: go with Moira the human…or choose Erik. Which was ridiculous. Charles thought Moira was attractive, but she was all business. And Erik… Erik was his friend.

Erik brushed Charles' hands away and grabbed the zipper pull. As he fixed the teeth and closed the top of the suit, he gave Charles no option but to look at his face, though Charles wanted to look at anyone but him right now. "There," the taller man muttered. He gripped Charles' shoulder and smiled, slowly zipping up his own suit the rest of the way.

"We should go." It was a miracle that Charles had not fangled his words, because it was not the suit making him feverish. No, it was not the suit at all.

Erik pulled shut the door to Charles' room, and they made their way down the corridor. "So I wonder how Hank knew our sizes?"

"Yes," Charles mused, happy for a change of subject. "I wonder if Raven's and Moira's will be all right."

"Charles…"

"Yes?"

"Shut up about Moira."

Charles stupidly blushed, at least causing Erik to laugh. "Anyway, the suits were a nice present."

"I agree." Erik laughed again and slapped Charles' behind. "Who knew they'd fit us so rightly tightly?"

I HAD to write this. Don't you think Erik needed the opportunity to hit Charlie's bum? *ROFL* Sooo funny… B)

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2022 note: XD Eleven yrs later, and honestly the things I remember from this fic are "Shut up about Moira" and "rightly tightly." *loool* A little more revision here than "The Turnaround" or "A tender moment" required, but nothing impt enough that any meanings in the story were changed. c:

#xmen #cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #fanfic #mew writes too much #have a story from the last decade lol

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storytimewithnova · 8 months

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How i met your mother (is so cliché)

Atsumi:daddy can you tell me the story of how you and mommy met? the little girl asked her father for her older brothers to get annoyed, Itsuki:god no please Imōto

Shoin; Spare us sis Atsumi:why not Onii chan it's probably romantic shoin: it's totally not it's so cliché

Atsumu looked at his son and said

Atsumu" it maybe cliché to you but to us then it was considered Romantic

after Atsumu said that his twin sons replied the twins:it's not really but what ever helps you sleep at night dad their mother who was walking pass their bedroom said

Shona:Twins let your sister hear the story and stop being rude to your father,

the twins:ugh fine 😩

youtube

🎶Mmm, woah, mm🎶

Atsumu:🎶I walked into the room and I then I saw your face You looked me in the eye and then I wanted to erase myself Erase myself🎶

Flash back (inarizaki high school) Sho was new just transferred to inarizaki she was waiting to introduce herself atsumu ran in to class out of breathe and said .past Atsumu:sorry i am late miss I had to drop something off for Osamu

teacher:it's fine Atsumu now class as you can see we have a new student would you like to introduce yourself past shona: Hey i am suna shona you may know my big brother Rintaro I originally went to Karasuno i was their only female player in the boys club hope you look after me

Atsumu was staring at sho's face she looked in his eyes and smiled her sunshine smile

Back in the present

Atsumu:🎶I didn't wanna fall but then I stepped right in I looked down at the ground and then I felt it right within It was too late for me too late for her🎶

Past atsumu's pov

I had no intentions of falling in love especially with the new girl but something about her drew me in i started to be shy around her looking at the ground like that was more interesting than anything else honestly it was to late for me i had fallen for this girl i had fallen hard i hope she felt the same other wise i will be making a prat of myself

Back to present Atsumi:then what then what The little girl asked her eyes sparkling Atsumu:Atsumu well angel this what your mother did next 🎶You took a step forward and tilted your head With a curious glance you stared and I felt dead oOh my god, I think I'm dying🎶 Past Atsumu Pov as i was about to walk over to you you came over to me instead and tilted your head at me curious glance i felt you stare i felt dead oh god i think I'm dying

Back to present Atsumi: so what did mommy do when she came to you

Atsumu:oh well 🎶You said "Hey" and I said "Hello" "What's your name? I'd really like to know about you" Too bad I stopped at "Hello"

Flashback

past shona: hey

past Atsumu:hello- what's your name I'd really like to know

Before atsumu could finish saying what's your name I'd really like to know sho saw her brother ran to him

Atsumu’s thoughts💭 too bad I stopped at Hello

Back in tbe present

Itsuki:see Imōto see how cliché mom and dad were

Atsumi:why are you complaining onii chan it's cute it's more than you will ever do for your gf you can't even say hi at least dad tried

Shoin:*stiffles laughter*

Atsumi hit her brother then turned and smiled sweetly to atsumu and said

Atsumi:continue daddy

Atsumu:🎶I just stared and you grinned And looked right back, it felt like just one big whirlwind One big emotional whirlwind🎶

Past atsumu's pov

I just am just staring at her constantly she doesn't care though she grinned and looks back at me that sent a mix of emotions from nervousness because she looked at me to happiness becase she actually notice someone like me and disapointment when i see yet another boy trying to confess to her samu said i should confess and put my feelings out there but i am not as confident as he is

Back in the present

Atsumi:so you were going to give up on mommy all together

Atsumu:Hai i was let's just say your uncle Samu kicked me up the backside and i started to think more clearly

Sho smiled as she carried on cleaning Up toys and picking up clothes back with the kids and atsumu

Atsumu:🎶 Over the next few days We got to talking with every single word I started falling farther, farther, and farther for you🎶

Past Atsumu pov

Over the next few days like 2-3 we got talking we actually had more in common than I thought and I couldn’t help but to hang on to her every single word and started falling farther, farther, and farther for her

Back in the present

Sho went in to the kids room to see how the story was going she then cut in and said

Shona:🎶You were so witty and so charming, swept me off my feet You made me laugh you made me blush, no one could compete 🎶

Atsumu’s thoughts💭🎶No one could compete🎶 yeah damn right they can’t

Atsumi:aww mommy that’s sweet

Shona:🎶 I wanted to be with you only with you We clicked like legos or the clacking of tap shoes🎶

Atsumu smiled at his wife as she continued the story waiting to jump in

Atsuhina:🎶You said "Hey", I said "Hello" "How's your day?" You said "Better now" with a smile Oh, what a cliché, but to be honest it made my day🎶

Shoin:see what we mean Imōto it’s so cliché

Atsumi:Shut Up Onii chan you too wouldn’t know romance if it came up and slapped you and your so called bromance you have with your friends that don’t count unless you losers plan on asking Bokuto and kuroo out

Atsumu:bokuto and kuroo?

Atsumi:Katzu Bokuto Izu Kuroo anyway back to mommy and daddy's story

Shona:🎶And that's what we were, a simple cliché It wasn't made to work, but I wouldn't have it any other way Any other way🎶

Itsuki:why does it sound romantic when mom tells it

Shoin:i noticed that too

Shona:🎶You were so witty and so charming, swept me off my feet You made me laugh you made me blush, no one could compete No one could compete🎶

Atsumu:🎶It seemed too good to be true it was too good to be true I wanted to be with you and only with you We clicked like legos or the clacking of tap shoes🎶

Atsuhina;🎶You said "Hey", I said "Hello" "I gotta know, do you feel this way?" You said "Yeah, I do But I was scared of what you might say"🎶

Shona:🎶And that's all we were, a silly cliché I still think you're cute But maybe it's better this way🎶

🎶Bah duh duh dum, bah duh duh dum Bah duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh dum Bah duh duh duh dum bum🎶

Atsumu:🎶That's okay, we're just a little cliché a little cliché But that's okay🎶

Atsumi:it's not that cliché daddy i think it's romantic

Atsumu:thank you angel now bed time for our little fox goodnight angel

Atsumi:Night daddy

Itsuki:dad can me Shoin stay up a little longer we have a class project to finish

Atsumu: 5 more minutes

Shoin:10 Shona:your dad said 5 twins what you don't finish i will have a crack at

The twins:thanks mom you're the best

Shona: yeah yeah now go at get started

The twins ran off Atsumu kissed sho and said

Atsumu: i love you honey bee

Shona:Love you too

Sho suddenly shouted out to the twins

Shona:you are on a timer boys before i come in

The twins got to work on the project and what they didn’t finish sho did atsumu sat that admiring his wonderful wife and beautiful family and wondered how he got so lucky yeah it was a Cliché at the end of the day but if he could go back in time he would do it all over again he wouldn't change a thing and as Atsumu and Shona sat on the couch, watching their children with a smile.

Atsumu: They're growing up so fast, aren't they?

Shona: Yes, they really are. It feels like just yesterday that we were in their shoes, having our own little cliché moments.

Atsumu: Yeah, I never thought I would find love in such a cliché way, but I'm glad I did.

Shona: Me too. Our love story may be a bit cliché, but it's our story, and it's special to us.

They shared a tender moment, holding each other's hands, feeling grateful for the love they have built together.

Atsumu: I love you, Shona.

Shona: I love you too, Atsumu. Forever and always.

They kissed each other softly, cherishing the love that had brought them together and the family they had created. As they watched their children drift off to sleep, they knew that their own cliché love story was just the beginning of a lifetime of happiness.

And so, the little family spent the night together, filled with love and warmth, cherishing the simple clichés that brought them closer together every day.

#Youtube

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smaptain-smerica · 1 year

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Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

Master list

Blue Suede Shoes

Third person POV

Pete Mitchell walked back into the same screening room he had been in a year ago when he was called to train Top Gun graduates for a mission. He was met by Warlock and Cyclone sitting on the opposite side of the long table.

"Captain Pete Mitchell. We meet again." Cyclone boasted into the empty room.

"Too soon, Admiral." Pete replied, a small hint of a smile on his face.

"As you can probably guess we have another mission that requires your expertise. The enemy has once again dishonored the NATO treaty by building another nuclear bunker. We expect this one started construction a few months before we terminated their previous bunker. The kicker, this time it is under water and heavily guarded by a series of SAM's with a air fleet approximately 7 minutes away from the bunker."

The screen came on, displaying the map of the under water bunker. It was hidden under sediment and plants but it was definitely visible from the top waters.

"We aren't sure yet if we will be able to take our their air fleet with missiles or not. We are attempting to send scout drones but they keep getting shot down. The underwater bunker will be easy to hit with missiles, but getting there-"

"It's going to be a dog fight in and out." Pete finished Cyclones sentence, looking at the overhead map while tapping his finger on his face in thought. "Alright, who's our candidates?" Pete asked.

The screen swapped to show portrait pictures of the flyers. Pete recognized nearly every face and was excited to be reunited with them. One person stuck out to him, a h/c woman with a familiar last name to him, though he shook off the feeling.

Warlock cleared his throat. "As you can see, we have the same crew as before. They're all very eager to work with you again."

"Who's this? This Y/n Blackwood- L/n?" Pete asked.

The room went silent for a moment. Warlock and cyclone looked at each other briefly before warlock continued. "Y/n Blackwood-L/n is an extremely skilled pilot. She graduated at the top of her class and has received training from our most skilled pilots, iceman being one of them."

"Her mother, who's her mother?" Pete has a sinking suspicion as to who it was, though Blackwood could be a common last name, it could be anybody who's child this is. He had mixed feelings, he hoped and dreaded for it to be his long lost love's child.

Warlock and Cyclone exchanged sideways glances, unsure of how they should approach. "Charlotte Blackwood."

Pete felt his heart drop into his stomach. She had a child? Why had she never tried to contact him again after she left? Pete had thought they had something special why would she cut off communication? Y/n had two last names, had she not been married when Charlie had the child?

"Maverick."

Cyclone's voice snapped Pete out of his thoughts. He turned back to the two Admirals with his full attention. "I'm sorry. Um, when do we need to mobilize?"

"We've got about 4 weeks. They're still building parts of the facility but the first shipment is predicted in 6 weeks. Better to be safe than sorry." Warlock explained the time frame.

Pete nodded in response. It should be plenty of time to train these already skilled pilots in dogfighting. "I'll do my best, sir."

"I would hope so. As much as we hate having you here, you are the best."

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Your POV

My car rumbled to a halt in the parking lot of a small bar called The Hard Deck. I turned the engine off and stepped out of the vehicle. I locked my doors and pulled out my phone to check the text message I had gotten earlier that day.

I checked the time, it was right after 7. I put my phone back in my pocket and looked up to see a couple guys pointing and whispering. I gave them a smile and a wave. When I took the mustang anywhere, it was guaranteed men were going to stare and wonder why a woman has a car like that.

I had on my brown pilots uniform that was given to me when I checked into the base. My hair was slicked back into a low bun. I stepped into the bar, it was small and crowded with chandeliers made of ceramic cups on the ceiling. I remember coming here when I was in the Top Gun program but the building looked different, someone else must have bought it.

I looked around for some familiar faces but couldn't locate any. That was, until I saw a group of people around my age, standing around the pool table wearing the same uniform that I had on.

I stopped at the bar, ordered a Michelob Ultra from the brown haired woman behind the bar. "I've not seen you around before." She commented, handing me the cold glass.

"I just Shipped in, I'm here for the naval academy." I explained to her, taking a small sip of the cold beverage.

"Ah, top gun?" She questioned, taking a towel and wiping down some glasses that had just come out of the dishwasher.

I chuckled a bit. "I guess you probably get a lot of us here, don't ya."

The woman chuckled and winked at me before she moved on to the next customer. I noticed the sign behind the bar and raised my eyebrows. Good thing I didn't put my phone down on her bar.

I began to make my way to the pool table, slipping in between people to get by. I noticed another woman with dark hair and a smaller man with a round face on the right side of the table, Hangman and Coyote (who I recognized from my time in top gun) on the right. They looked up as I rounded the corner. The dark haired woman's eyebrows raised in surprise and she nudged the smaller man who then looked up at me.

"Would you look at what the cat dragged in." Hangman's signature smirk was plastered on his face as he leaned against the pool stick that was propped up on the ground.

"The only pussy I see around here is you, Hangman." I sassed back at him, a playful smile lingering on my face. A bunch of 'oh's' came from the other pilots around us.

"It's good to see you too." Hangman paused, looking me up and down as he did so before turning his attention back to the game. "This is Robert and Natasha."

"You can call me phoenix." "And I'm Bob."

I shook both their hands as they introduced themselves by their call-signs. "I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise. What's your call-sign?" Phoenix asked me, taking her shot at the pool balls.

"Wolf."

"I've heard a lot about you, Wolf." I turned around and met two men both of different skin colors. I smiled up at them. They were handsome, kind faces and warm smiles. The navy definitely wasn't running low on eye candy.

"I'm Ruben Fitch, call-sign Payback." "I'm Mickey Garcia. Call-sign Fanboy."

I shook both their hands as they greeted me, a smile on my face. "Y/n Blackwood-L/n, Call-sign Wolf. But apparently you already knew that." I smirked up at fanboy who brought it up earlier.

"What can I say I'm a fan of talent."

"Oh please," Hangman began. "The only talent she has is kissing up to superiors to get back in the program."

"You wouldn't know talent if it hit you in the face. You got lucky I left that year or you wouldn't have been at the top of your class." I aggressively defended myself, taking a long sip of my drink afterwards. The group of pilots that were slowly gathering around snickered at my comments towards him. Hangman rolled his eyes. "That never would have happened. I am the best and I'll always be the best."

Fanboy leaned over my right shoulder form where he stood behind me. "Someone knows how to push Hangman's buttons."

I smile in response to that and lean back to whisper; "I've specialized in that field."

"If you're the best, why didn't you get chosen for our last mission then, eh hangman?" The group turned to see a tall, tan skinned man approaching. He had on a white undershirt and a thin floral button up that was left open. He flashed the group a crooked smile and held out his arms.

"Rooster!" "What's up man!"

"Hey I saved yours and maverick's asses." Hangman replied to rooster with a smile. They met each other with what seemed like joy, clasping hands and pulling each other in a bro hug.

The entire group greeted him one by one, he seemed to be a popular crew member. Normally a man can't pull off just the mustache without looking like a pedophile but Rooster wore it well. His facial features were strong and structured but his personality seemed lovable, caring, and friendly. He greeted his friends with hugs before finally getting to me. He took off his sunglasses, his eyes seemingly lost.

"My name." I tried to guide the star struck man in the right direction with a smirk plastered on my face.

"I'm sorry?" He finally blinked, snapping out of whatever trance he was just in.

"You we're going to ask me my name. It's Blackwood, Y/n Blackwood-L/n. Call-sign Wolf." I held out my hand to him and he took it gently while shaking it. "Bradley Bradshaw. Call-sign Rooster. You said Blackwood, right? As in-"

"As in Charlotte Blackwood? Yes. Although it's L/n now." I finished his sentence for him with a small smile on my face. It was impossible to read what he was thinking. His entire face showed thought, like he didn't know what to think of the person in front of him. That person being me, I wanted to know what he was thinking so hard about.

"I see, it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

It wasn't long until the group slowly grew as more people filed in. Everybody mingled, talked, laughed, it was nice to get to know the people I could potentially be working with. I found myself gravitating towards Phoenix. She was a strong willed woman who wasn't afraid to stand up to all the guys. We were very similar in that sense.

"And when we asked him what his call-sign is, he goes, 'Bob?'." Phoenix and Bob began chuckling to one another. I joined in the laugh.

"Wait so you hadn't been given a call-sign yet? Or even thought to make one up?" I asked Bob who gave me a shake of his head.

"I did make one up I just didn't know you needed a cool one!" Bob put his hands up in surrender while he defended himself. The three of us broke into hard laughter, bending over at the knees.

"Hey, Bob's as cool as any call-sign." Phoenix reassured her friend, clasping him on the shoulder.

Suddenly the music in the bar stopped, the crowed awed at the sudden stop in tunes. "Oh here he goes again." Phoenix chimed in.

I looked to the sound of soft music playing. It was Rooster sitting at the seat of the piano. Phoenix stood up and grabbed my arm to take me with her. "You ever heard 'Great Balls of Fire'?" She asked me as we walked over to the piano.

"Do I know it? I'm surprised you guys do!" I playfully elbowed Phoenix and she smiled at me.

"Well, get ready for this one."

The entire bar erupted into song as Rooster played Great Balls of Fire on the piano. The pilots all gathered around the piano, hanging on each other and singing and laughing. This entire feeling was euphoric. This was a close knit family, it almost felt like attending a family reunion. The entire bar could feel the energy we were putting off because pretty soon everybody started singing it.

I guess the song was more popular than I thought.

The crowd cheered as the song ended. Hangman had returned to our group with a beer in hand for him and a beer in hand for me. He nudged me and gave me a smile, handing me the drink. I took a long drink, about half of the pint before I set the glass down on a nearby table.

"Alright rooster, scoot over." I commanded, bumping into him on the piano's bench. The crowd around us cheered me on in encouragement.

Rooster scooted to the end of the bench but still sat on it. We sat close, no space between us. He smiled down at me before taking a swig from the bottle.

"Take the lead, wolf." He spoke kindly to me. I looked up at him with his sunglasses on the end of his nose. He gave me a playful wink before pushing his sunglasses back up on his face.

I quickly looked down at the keys, thinking about what to play. I put my fingers down on the keys and began to play 'Blue suede shoes' by Elvis Presley.

"Ooo I love this song!" Fanboy chimes out, sitting down next to me as he began to sing the first lines of the song. I was sandwiched between the two singing men on the bench, laughing my head off.

Midnight finally rolled around and it was way past time for the pilots to go to bed. We had to wake up early to be on the base. I walked out to my car, putting my key in the door and twisting it to unlock.

"I was wondering who's car that was." My attention turned to Rooster who stood on the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets.

"1968, right?" He asked, stepping off the sidewalk and walking up to my car.

"Yeah, it was my moms. I only drive her on special occasions. Plus I find most people in the military have a thing for classics." I mentally cursed myself for rambling. I felt so nervous now that we were by ourselves. Maybe it was attraction I was feeling, because it wasn't intimidation.

Rooster chuckled and nodded his head. "I've got my dads old Ford." He pointed down the line of cars to the end where a powder blue First-Gen Ford Bronco.

"Are you kidding me? You're disrespecting that bronco by calling it an 'old ford'. I'm disappointed in your Bradshaw."

We shared a laugh as he approached the car to take a look at the interior. He whistled while checking it out. "She's beautiful."

"Thank you."

"I'll have to take a ride sometime." It seemed like he was flirting, looking at me from the corner of his eye while looking into the car.

"Only if I can catch a ride in the bronco."

Rooster laughed and stood straight up. "I think we can manage that."

I thought about tomorrow. Last year they had Maverick train them for the mission. It also wasn't new news that Maverick and Rooster were close. Being his best friends son and partner in life and death. I was so disappointed I didn't get to train under him during flight school. "Hey, do you know if Maverick will be training for this mission? I'm excited to meet him." I asked.

Rooster raised an eyebrow at me and cocked his head. "You haven't met him before? "

"Can't say I've had the pleasure."

He looked me up and down with a confused look on his face, which I returned back to him. What was he looking at? And why was he looking at me like that? Was something wrong?

"We will have to see tomorrow then. Goodnight Wolf."

"Goodnight Rooster."

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homeofthelonelywriter · 2 years

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Bunny Pt.2 - Jasper Hale

(A/N) Soooo...it’s my birthday! So I decided to post something, and since the first part is doing so fricking well, I decided to post this! I really hope you like it!

Pairing: Japer Hale x Reader

Warnings: anxiety, sensitivity to sound

Tags:

@rainbow-bunny-bts

Part 1

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How they met:

“Do I really have to go?” I was sitting at the counter in the kitchen, stirring around in my untouched breakfast. My mom was at the sink, cleaning some dishes before she had to leave for work.

“Yes, honey. You do. I’m sure it won’t be too bad. Maybe you’ll even end up enjoying yourself and make some friends.” I sighed, letting of the fork and getting up. My eyes fell upon my backpack and my heart started to race.

“Mom…”

“Y/N…I know you’re nervous, but you have to get it over with.” She dried her hands on a dish towel, walked over to me and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. “Come on. Let’s go.” She grabbed her handbag and opened the door, waiting for me to follow suit. With another heavy sigh, I grabbed my backpack and followed her outside. After she locked the door, she blew me a kiss, before she got into her car and drove away.

I looked at my own car and climbed in, throwing my bag onto the passenger’s seat. After a second of hesitation, I started the car and made my way to my new school.

Jasper POV

Alice had been jumping around the house the whole night, grinning from ear to ear. Whenever any of us tried to inquire what had made her so happy, she brushed it off, before she continued with her cheery attitude. But I noticed her shooting looks in my direction. I had a weird feeling, but she wouldn’t tell me what was going on. At some point it got somewhat annoying. We even had to play rock, paper, scissors to decide who would have her in their car on the way to school.

But as soon as I stepped out of the car, I knew what she was on about. I smelled her. And I felt her.

Y/N POV

Deep breaths, Y/N. Deep breaths.

I opened the front doors to Forks High School and walked in. The noise overwhelmed me immediately and I quickly turned back and walked outside, but before I could, I bumped into a hard chest. I looked up, feeling the panic rise inside me, but before I could even comprehend what was going on, cold hands covered my ears.

The noises were muffled and I felt myself calming down. And the honey colored eyes were helping too. A slight smile spread across his face and he nodded at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but wasn’t sure what.

In the end, a simple “Thank you.”, left my lips, making him smile even more.

A sharp ringing made me jump, even though it was muffled, it still surprised me. The hands over my ears pressed a bit closer. Slowly, the students around us left and walked to their classrooms, making the boy in front of me lower his hands.

“Sorry ‘bout that, love. You just looked a bit overwhelmed.” The southern accent in his voice surprised and calmed me down at the same time.

“N-No problem.” I smiled at him. “You were right. I was overwhelmed.” That made him chuckle quietly. We stayed quiet for a moment, before he said something again.

“Are you new here, by the way? I’ve never seen you before.” I nodded and looked around a bit.

“I sure am…I already hate it.” This got a full on laugh from the boy.

“I can show you around, if you want.” He held out his hand and I couldn’t resist. The way his presence alone calmed me down drew me in. I nodded.

“I’d love that.” He stretched out his hand.

“Jasper.” I smiled and shook his hand.

“Y/N.”

He showed me around the school, showed me where the different classes were being held, where the office and the cafeteria were. After I got my schedule, he compared it to his and we realized that we had two classes together, which managed to get me excited at least a little bit. The only class I had before lunch, was one with him, so it wasn’t half bad.

He also introduced me to his siblings. They were really nice, especially Alice and Emmet. Rosalie and Edward were quiet, but still polite.

I sat with them during lunch, noticing that none of them ate anything.

“Oh, we’re going out for dinner, so we have to safe our appetite.” Alice was quick to answer. I nodded, not wanting to appear rude by asking about it more.

After lunch, it was time for more lessons, both of them without Jasper. He brought me to the classroom, before he bid his goodbye. He even watched me walk in before he left.

I sat down next to some girl and tried to focus on myself, but the noise level in the classroom was way too high. My hope, that that would change as soon as the lesson started, vanished quickly. My ears quickly started to buzz and my heart beat quicker and quicker. My pen felt more slippery by the second.

Calm down!

I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, but it didn’t help.

I raised my hand, catching the professor’s attention.

“Yes Y/N?” I swallowed before I answered, not trusting my voice in that moment.

“I-I have to go to the t-toilet.” The professor just nodded and I jumped to my feet, grabbing my bag and notebook, before I left the classroom. As quickly as my feet would carry me, I made my way to the bathroom, hoping to make it there before everything would become too much. But I didn’t.

The bathroom was just around the corner, but my hyperventilating became too much and I had to crouch down. My hands pressed against my ears and my eyes were squeezed shut.

I hate this so much.

“Darling?”

Calm the fuck down, Y/N.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You’re pathetic.

“Y/N!” Someone pulled my hands away from my head, making me look up. Jasper was kneeling in front of me, a concerned look on his face.

“J-Jasper…” He quickly pulled me to my feet and lead me outside of the school and to the woods. I felt calmer by the second.

Jasper sat me down on a fallen tree and wouldn’t stop staring at me until I had completely calmed down. He even got me a cold bottle of water.

“Thank you…” I smiled at the boy and he smiled back. He sat down beside me, when it hit me.

“How…how did you know?” When I turned to look at him, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. I squinted at him, now really suspicious of him.

“Uhm…” He was rubbing the back of his neck, before he sighed.

“You won’t believe me…but…I’m a vampire.” A vampire…sounds about right. I didn’t react and turned to look away from him. It was silent for a few moments.

“Okay.” I saw his head snap in my direction out of the corner of my eyes, making me laugh.

“Okay?” I looked at him.

“Okay.” Jasper smiled at me.

“Okay.”

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geowrites03 · 2 years

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Smile

Damian Wayne x Joker’s daughter!reader

Summary: Damian finding out his friend from school is the Joker’s daughter and is being abused.

part 2 part 3

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“Guess who!” I called from one of the balconies in the abandoned warehouse. Batman and my father the Joker were fighting in one of the other rooms while Robin came looking for me.

“An annoying brat?” He replies and slightly chuckled but he won’t be laughing soon.

“Mmm… Close, but no.” I jumped down from the second level on the first with him. We both took out our swords and got into our fighting stances.

Several minutes later and we both have several cuts and wounds but no serious damage just yet. Robin tried to swing his sword at me but I leveraged under it and hit it down to the ground and kicked it across the room. I swung at him but he kicked my sword out of my hand and across the room with his.

Now fighting hand to hand and occasional kicks, knees and elbows, a few more bruises had been added to each of our bodies. Neither of us were winning but it definitely wasn’t me. I couldn’t land as many blows on him but I managed to knee him in the balls and run away.

I got a rather harsh lecture from my father after running away from a fight like that. He even threatened to beat me with the crowbar again if I ran from another fight. Mom helped me stitch and clean my cuts and wounds.

That night I couldn’t sleep and ended up staying on my phone scrolling through tiktok. When I realised how long I had been scrolling on tiktok I moved to scrolling through instagram. It was fairly boring until I saw that Damian finally posted for the first time in centuries. It was a photo of a drawing in one of his sketchbooks, it was of two swords crossing over each other making an x.

What really caught my eye were the hilts of the two swords. One was mine and the other was Robin’s like sure he could’ve found a photo of Robin’s sword and copied the hilt but there are no photos anywhere of mine. Since Damian was somewhat of a friend and, I had tried to keep my social life and the life my parents practically dragged me into, separate so he couldn’t have seen it at all. This was going to keep me up for several nights thinking about it now.

“Hey Dames!” I ran up behind him and gave him a hug.

“Hello y/nn.” He said calmly as I unwrapped my arms from around him and started walking beside him down the school halls.

“I was wondering about your drawing you posted last night. I recognised one of the sword hilts was Robin’s, but who’s was the other one?” He looked taken aback by the question.

“Oh- umm it was just something that I thought of on the spot because after I drew Robin’s the page still looked blank.” He’s lying, I can see it in his eyes.

“Oh ok, well it looked really cool.” After that I skipped of to the library.

Later in english class I kept glancing back and forth between the clock and Damian and every so often I would catch him looking at me but I thought nothing of it.

Damian’s POV~

Y/n’s been my friend for a while, I might have even developed a small crush on her, but she reminds me of somebody and it’s throwing me off. At first I wasn’t sure what made her so familiar then it clicked it was her smile. I kept on trying to see if any young heroes/sidekicks’ smile matched.

After I went through practically all of their smiles I never saw one that matched hers. It seemed like a bust looking through all of the young heroes’ smiles but I knew it had something to do with Heroes and …Villains… No she can’t be a villain, she’s too nice.

I was now looking back on some footage taken by the camera in my mask of my recent missions to see what I can work on in training. There was a clip from a few days ago it was when my father and I fought the Joker and v/n. It was when v/n first walked on the platform of the story above when she first looked at me she smiled.

It wasn’t sick or sadistic or meant to look cruel or ‘scary’, it looked happy, it was wide, bright, cheerful and almost innocent. It was also familiar, very familiar. I knew that smile anywhere, it was y/n’s.

When the video reached the end I saw something that I didn’t see when I was actually there. It was Joker slapping y/n then moved both of his hands to her throat and he threw her to the ground.

I couldn’t let her go through this I needed to help her, but I don’t know how if I knew where they lived then I would be able to save her and bring her back here.

#dc reader insert #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne #damian wayne x jokers daughter!reader

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wolferess · 2 years

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Must Have Been The Wind

Pt.2

TW; mention of blood

Tagged: @jazzylove

Previously..

"Grrrrrr"

A low growl can be heard coming from the blonde alphas' throat making all of them put their hands up for surrender. Slowly but surely he calmed down seeing his omega- no what is he saying!? He knows nothing about, only met you about a week ago and he is already laying claim. It felt and didn't feel right, he needs to do something about it and fast.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinng

Class has started. Mr. Aizawa entered the class seeing that everyone was seated just as they should be before he entered cause there are consequences for everything.

"Alright good Morning class" everyone greeted him back "Can we all take out our history book and turn to page 457 where we would be talking about…"

The blonde drowned the teacher out from his thoughts, leaving his mind to think about you. Your omega had a smell that just drew his alpha and no matter how much he tried to ignore his alpha purring at the scent.

Y/n Pov

You arrived in class just before the bell could ring or maybe it was a couple minutes earlier you didn't know and you didn't care as long as you arrived before professor Aizawa could reach, that's all that mattered. Once at your disk you smelt a certain alpha scent that you swore you had smelt before but didn't bother questioning it all you know that it was keeping your omega company with that blissful scent.

Within the little time remaining before class could begin, you took out your textbook and started to study just in case mr. Aizawa decides to pull a pop quiz on the class, and she will be ready. The same smell from earlier wavered a little more with a hint of sadness and protection, it made you want to comfort the alpha but you didn't want to risk getting another alpha scent on you. That's a day that will never happen again.

So you tried ignoring it but your second gender said otherwise, whimpering inside of you just to comfort the alpha just even a little bit. You wanted to scold her for that but as kind as you are you didnt and let her have her way for now. You continued your studies not realising she was giving more than the dose she was supposed to give, afterall you have you stay hidden till you find a way to get rid of him.

Not long after, Aizawa entered the class and the session began.

《《Lunch Break》》

A sigh left your lips as you sat at your usual lunch table or rather a secluded place on the roof away from everyone else due to your little situation, trusting someone is the least of your worries.

You sat and ate a simple PB&J meal of PBJ since you weren't granted a proper meal but it beats starving the whole day. Taking in the scenery in front of you, a blissful sigh left your lips, you always had a thing for scenery to the point you try to make it into your background or wallpaper. I mean who wouldn't want this amazing view stored into their phone.

Soon it was interrupted by what seemed like shouting and laughing and by their smell, they were alphas, grabbing your stuff to get moving before they even tell you to. Putting your hoodie up just as you heard the door opening. The laughter stopped. "Oops sorry didn't think we'll fomg anyone here, we could always go back down" the redhead said with a slight blush on his face , ``you only put your hand up and shocked you jestering 'it's okay I was already leaving. Walking past the boys your nose picked up a familiar scent and instead of turning your head to side-eyed to see who the scent belonged to and to your surprise it was the same blonde from last week. He almost blew your plan but now he can come into play with your escape.

《《Time skipped》》

It's time to head home or to your little apartment to get started on chores like the 'good, obedient' omega you are, you rolled your eyes as much as you despise him and wish you could just walk out on him with your middle fingers in the air you couldn't knowing what he can do and being an omega wouldn't make it easier since omegas are the lowest of the low. You hated that. With a deep sigh you put on your headphones and listen to your favorite playlist. Bobbing your head to the music, you felt as if your problems were slowly fading away. You wish it was like that everyday and it will happen.

Bakugou POV (at lunch)

Once his friends saw him staring at the omega they couldn’t help but teased him the whole time about that, everytime his friends would talk about how pretty you look and they wish they could be your mate. Yeah the ticking time bomb was ticking indeed with every word that spilled out of their mouth the more red he sees, the more his alpha wants to claim you before them and protect. His friends laughed loud, they just like seeing the blonde upset. Arriving at the roof top when they saw a hooded figure grabbing their stuff up, a scent was given off making them know it as an omega.

"Oops sorry didn't think we'll find anyone here, we could always go back down" Kirishima said with a slight blush on his face which make Bakugou scoffed in his head, You shocked your head and walked past them, Bakugou couldn't help but look at you as you pass by and you looked at him back which caused his alpha to backflip a couple times. It took him every fiber of his being including his alpha to stop himself from grabbing you and scenting you on the spot. All he could do was watch you leave.

“I wonder what her name is,” Denki said, shoving his thumb in your direction, “No clue, wanna ask, mi compadre?” Sero shrugged “I guess I can give it a try” Denki replied with his flirtatious smile coming up to you unexpectedly.

“Hey there gor-!” unexpectedly you grabbed the arm that was on your shoulder and threw him off of you. Everyone's eyes grew wide at your strength but Bakugou couldn’t help but laugh but still surprise. ‘Why couldn’t you use that strength on that alpha?’ he questioned his mind, slowly the red headed boy approached you “Heh sorry about him..’ he apologized for his friend as he picked him up. “Some strength you got there, what's your name?” he said with a cocky grin.

You walked up next to him leaning into his ear before pulling back, handing him a piece of paper and walking off, thanks to the hoodie he wasn’t able to see how much of a blushing mess he had you in.

Bakugou POV

This man had heart in his eyes and his face was in a dazing mess and friends just looked at your figure getting smaller till their interest was turned to Bakugou and seeing him blush was a first for them and of course they couldn’t wait to make fun of him for it. “What's with that look in your face compadre?” Sero teased Denki holding in his laughter to not get an early access to heaven while Kirishima, “Hey guys come on, can you see our stoned-hearted alpha is already falling in love?” He teased as well, not wanting this opportunity to pass[.

Bakugou snapped out of his trance needing to defend himself and his title but at the same time not wanting too, cause he wants everyone to know your his and his alone not that shitty alpha your with, he clearly doesn’t know how to treat an omega right.

《《Time skipped》》

Coming back home again from another stressful day at work and just as he was about to rest he heard crying, but not just any crying, your crying. So he took the elevator to the second floor, walked down the hallway and knocked upon the door, you opened up and he asked “Y/n right…” you nodded “Well I heard a noise coming from here and I….” he looked away slightly blushing cause his alpha couldn’t stop howling in delight, “I wanted to know if everything's alright” you continued to look at him with curious eyes, a jacket hiding your scars.

“Oh um” you cleared your throat “I think your ears are playing tricks on you, I didn’t hear anything at all” you said with a smile hoping to mask the hurt you actually feel. Something in him said you were lying..Was it his alpha?...Was it that he could actually see through that so-called smile? Whatever it was, he didn't like it.

Due to his tall stature he was able to look into your apartment, broken glass that looked like a vase before it was broken together with a couple other items on the floor, the smell of blood hit his nose, he looked back at you before you could even get suspicious of what he was doing.

“Well alright, just let me know if anything's wrong” . With that he walked off but stopped when he heard your voice, “What's your name?” that's when it struck him, he hasn’t even told you his name but he already making promises with you, he kept his back turned to you so you don't see the embarrass look on his face, ”Katsuki Bakugou” , “Nice to meet you Bakugou” you bowed showing respect and he left with a huff.

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Requests: Analogince where they’re human and also single dads? And they all meet because their kids fought and got called to the principals office

Virgil's POV

Upsides to being a single father to a child with ADHD: you got to raise a beautiful, special boy with a sharp mind. You got to teach him all the coping mechanisms you'd painstakingly learned over the years to cope with his condition and watch as he lit up over the things that brought him joy. You got to watch as he zipped from topic to topic, brighter than the sun, mind racing at a million miles an hour. You got to be the first person to hear about his beautifully creative ideas. You got to have a reason for living, all yours and wonderful, that you didn't have to share with anyone else.

Downsides to being a single father to a child with ADHD: you had no one else to pass the buck to when he got in trouble at school.

"It'll be fine," I chanted to myself for the billionth time as I turned off the ignition and unbuckled myself, gripping the steering wheel and forcing deep, measured breaths. "It'll be fine. He probably won't get expelled for this. This is his first fight and you don't even know why he got into a fight. You didn't raise a bully, so he was probably defending himself or another kid." Terror clasped me around the throat and squeezed. "But what if you did raise a bully and you didn't realize it, and now you've sentenced your son to a life of crime trying to make up for the hole in his heart where his father should have loved him oh God I broke my son!"

Immediately, my therapist's voice spoke up in my mind. You're catastrophizing again, he said in that obnoxiously aware, gentle way of his. Calm down. Take it one step at a time.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, focusing on the feeling of my stomach and then my chest expanding with air. I let it out through pursed lips, a quiet whistle in the exhale.

I'd played through scenarios like this a million times in my mind. The second Cassie told me, five months pregnant with tears streaming down her cheeks, that she didn't want the baby, I'd prepared myself for any possibility. I'd created contingency plans and contingency plans for my contingency plans, because I knew how much harsher the world would be on him. With a grandparent, his biological mother, and me all with ADHD, there hadn't been any doubt Drew would get it, too, and I'd prepared for that. I'd prepared for the possibility that poor grades and emotional dysregulation would put him on the back foot and even get him expelled. I'd taught him all the coping mechanisms I could. I'd tried to show him as much love and patience as I could muster, and I'd show him the same now. We'd get through this. We would make it through this.

I nodded, resolute, even as doubt and worry niggled at the back of my mind. I'd raised Drew alone, without any support from my parents or Cassie, working a call center job that barely paid enough to live off of. I'd demanded a child psychiatrist the second Drew started displaying symptoms and beat the system for the help he deserved. I'd beat the system for the help I deserved. I was a badass. I was a badass.

I got out of the car.

The two people at the front desk--a woman with strawberry blonde hair and a baby-faced guy--looked over, presumably torn from their conversation, when I walked through the door. The woman swiveled her chair to face me with a friendly smile. "Hello there," she said. "How may I help you?"

I forced myself to look her in the eyes and strained through a smile. If you act like a weirdo, it'll just make things worse for Drew. "Hey," I said. "I'm, uh...Drew Griffith's father. You called me and--"

"Oh!" She gestured to the side, at a door that read: PRINCIPAL MOROZOV. "He's in there."

I looked over and gulped, staring in fear at the door. "Say, uh..." I smiled at the woman as politely as I could. "You wouldn't happen to know the correct social etiquette for talking to the principal after your son gets into a fight at school, would you?"

She gave me a funny look. "Huh?"

"Never mind." I hung my head in defeat and commenced the walk of dread to the front door of the office. The wall facing me was all glass, which meant I could see inside. Two adults, one natural-haired in a polo shirt with his arm around one of the kids in the chair beside him and the other behind a desk, looking stern. I couldn't see the other two kids or any other adults.

And then Principal Morozov spotted me through the glass and shit, I was out of time.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. "Sorry it took me so long," I said, hoping that was the right thing to say. "It was hard getting off work."

"It's all right," Principal Morozov said. "We haven't even reached Mr. Accardo yet."

"Hey, Dad," came the halfhearted voice of Drew, hidden behind a chair too big for him, especially when he slumped in it like that.

I peered over the top and smiled at him softly. "What the heck, kid?" I asked.

"He called Patton a freak." Drew pointed at the kid in the middle, with a busted nose and--oh God.

He had scattered burn marks across the right side of his face, with two differently-colored eyes and a scowl.

"So of course you had to beat me up," the kid sneers. "Because that's a perfectly rational, healthy thing to do."

The third kid--Patton, I presumed--bounced in his seat, humming in distress. His father, a man wearing glasses and a polo shirt with a tie, rubbed his back.

"I don't see why my son has to be here," the other father said, looking at Principal Morozov. "He didn't do anything."

“Patton sits alone at lunch time and doesn’t have any friends,” the principal said. “We think if he tried to get along with his peers better, he’d have a happier time here.”

“Or, you know, you could make an effort to teach your students not to bully kids who are different from them,” I grumbled.

“What was that, Mr. Griffiths?”

I hesitated, glancing up at Principal Morozov, then back at Drew. On one hand, I wanted to lead by example: teach Drew that it was okay to stand up to authority for what he believed. On the other, sometimes, you had to pay lip-service to authority just to stay out of trouble. It was a lesson no child had the mental capacities to understand, but I supposed I’d have to do my best to teach him, because if I gave Principal Morozov cheek, he might expel Drew.

“Nothing, sir,” I said, feeling like a child cowering beneath the glare of my teachers again. I prepared to search for the bullshit in the story I was about to get fed and asked, “What happens now?”

"I'd prefer to wait for Mr. Accardo," the principal said.

"Roman teaches at a high school," the bully grumbled, slouched over with a glare fixated on the desk. "He's probably in the middle of class."

"Then you're going to have to stay after school to address this," Principal Morozov told him sternly.

"Whatever."

I had a very bad feeling about that kid. The scars on his face told a frightening story. He could just as easily be bullied for those as Drew got bullied for his ADHD and Patton for being a loner, which probably meant he turned that abuse outward and attacked others for their perceived differences in a never-ending cycle of abuse.

What? I could be bad at people and have a special interest in human psychology. Those two things were not mutually exclusive.

Suddenly, the door banged open. I jumped out of my skin, clamping a hand over my chest and struggling to breathe levelly, eyes crushed shut and body frozen. Then I heard the babbling.

"I'm sorry!" The principal's door opened. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. The kids were in the middle of rehearsal and--Janus, what happened? I'm so sorry, Mr. Morozov." A frazzled man with warm skin rushed inside and sat down next to the bully--Janus--hastily hugging him and turning his attention to the principal.

I frowned at the scene. I withheld judgment and looked at Principal Morozov as he said, "All right. Now that you're all here, there are going to be some serious consequences to what happened today."

********

"I can't believe you let him give me detention!" Drew whined. "Janus deserved to get punched!"

"And you deserve to die abandoned and unloved in a ditch, steeping in your own feces," Janus snapped.

"Janus," his father, Roman, said firmly, kneeling down and taking him by the shoulders. Janus tried to turn away from him, but Roman lightly shook him and made him meet his eyes. He softened. "I know how much you're hurting, but a hero never redirects his pain onto others. There are other ways."

"What if I don't want to be a hero?" Janus snapped. "What if I want to be the bad guy?"

"I don't believe that," Roman said gently, adjusting his bangs. "I don't think you do, either."

Janus turned from him sharply, crossing his arms and glaring at the asphalt. He sniffled.

Drew glanced up at me in confusion and I rubbed his back. "Sometimes," I said gently, "when people are hurting, they deal with that by hurting other people."

"That's stupid," Drew said with the blunt confidence of a ten-year-old.

"Maybe a little," I agreed, "but humans aren't always logical." Drew wrinkled his nose. "I know. It's so annoying, but it's true. You're not always logical, either. Remember when you burst out crying because your pencil broke?"

"Dad!" Drew turned bright red.

Roman chuckled. "So." He stood up and crossed his arms. "You're the little rascal who dared challenge Janus to a duel for--Patton, right?" He looked at Mr. Davis--or Logan, as he'd introduced himself--who nodded. "You're the rascal who challenged Janus to a duel for Patton's honor," Roman finished.

"He was being an asshole," Drew protested.

"I'd say it's not my fault he uses that language," I said through a wince, "but it's definitely my fault he uses that language."

"I'm the same way with Janus, don't worry." Roman chuckled--a low, rumbly sound. He turned back to Drew. "You're got a paladin's heart and a temper. I was a lot like you when I was a kid."

Drew snorted. "You think you're cute, don't you?"

"He's always like this," Janus said, shoving in front of Roman. "He thinks it's so inspiring to talk about heroes all the time, like fairy tales are the best thing ever."

"That's gotta be annoying," Drew said, wrinkling his nose.

"It is." Janus stopped and scowled. "Don't relate to me!"

"Ew! You're a jerk! Get away from me!"

I exchanged a fond, exasperated look with Roman, who chuckled and squeezed Janus' shoulder. "Hey," he said, "maybe, if you apologized, you could have a friend."

"I don't want to apologize."

"So you'd rather another kid think you're a horrible person!"

Janus hesitated a moment before straightened his back. "Yes."

"I don't believe that."

I glanced over at Logan and saw that he was busy talking to Patton, kneeling on the ground and smoothing his hands over his shoulders in measured strokes. It seemed to soothe Patton. I looked at Drew.

"You know how it sometimes hurts you when you think about your Aunt Cassie?" I said softly, pulling him into my side as the shadow washed over his face.

"He called Patton a freak, Dad," Drew argued. "He's not even really my friend, but he's not a freak. He's just...different. Like me."

"I know, kiddo," I said, squeezing him against my side. "You don't have to give him a chance. He hasn't asked forgiveness, and you wouldn't owe him one even if you did. I just know you don't like to see people struggling alone."

Drew hesitated.

I looked over at Logan. "How's Patton?"

Logan glanced back at me, then looked at Patton. "Do you want to answer?"

Patton hesitated.

"It's okay," I said, not looking at his face. Patton hadn't made eye contact with a single person, including his father, since I'd met him. He clearly had more trouble with it than I did, and I wasn't always a huge fan. "I'm autistic, too."

Patton immediately perked up. "Really?"

"Yeah." I smiled, looking over the top of his head. I looked at Drew. "Can I tell him about you?"

"I'm ADHD," Drew told him, turning to him. "I got diagnosed last year."

"Oh cool!" Patton flapped his hands at his sides and bounced eagerly. "I don't, I don't think, because I'm actually pretty good at focusing most of the time and I have a really good memory, but Dad says autism and ADHD are really close together. It's really nice to meet someone else! I don't have many friends."

"Well, I guess you have me," Drew said. "I didn't get in trouble defending you for nothing."

Patton squealed and continued stimming enthusiastically. Drew offered a hug, which Patton considered for a long moment before accepting.

Logan smiled softly at the exchange and looked over to me. "You've raised a very kind son."

"More than half of it is all him," I said. "I do the best I can, but...I'm just one person. He's probably gonna hate me once he's a teenager."

"Nuh-uh!" Drew objected, charging over to embrace me around the middle. I smiled and hugged him close, squeezing him as tight as was safe. He grunted.

I caught Janus staring at us. I couldn't read his expression. He was glaring, but I had a feeling it wasn't anger. But clearly, Roman did understand it, because he knelt down and hugged him close, even when he tried to push him away. He just held fast. I thought for sure Janus would react badly--he hadn't wanted to be held, what was wrong with Roman?--but then he slowly relaxed and leaned against him. I still couldn't read him very well, but that...didn't look particularly resigned.

"You know," Roman said, pulling back after a long while, "I bet Drew and Patton would be willing to forgive you if you really, really earnestly apologized."

Janus shoved away from him, crossing his arms and glaring at the ground. "I don't want to apologize."

Roman sighed heavily, and Drew whirled on him. "You're such a freaking jerk!" he screamed. "What's wrong with you? Why do you have to be a jerk to everyone? I tried to be your friend and you just spit on me!"

"I don't want your pity!"

"It wasn't pity!"

"It's always pity!" Janus screeched. "You think I don't know what these scars make me? You think I don't know I'm a freak? If the fire didn't teach me that, then my parents sure did! I'm nothing! The only reason anyone would be nice to me is pity and I don't want anyone's pity! I just want to be left alone!"

Janus turned and ran. Roman chased after him frantically, never sparing Logan or I a glance.

Drew and Patton stood stunned. Drew looked at Patton, who stared at his forehead. "Well..." he said. "What the heck am I supposed to do now?"

Patton ran in the direction of Janus.

At that point, about the only thing for Drew and I to do was chase after his new friend, hot on the heels of his father.

We found Patton with his backpack unzipped, standing beside Janus' car door, already buckled in with Roman partway into the driver's seat, holding out a picture of a flower.

"It's ivy," Patton said. "It means friendship."

Janus stared at him through the window, unmoving. Patton, to my shock, held his gaze for one, two moments and then averted his eyes. Logan hurried over to hold him, clearly expecting Janus to reject him again.

Janus opened the car door. "Why would you want to be my friend?"

"He didn't say he wanted to be your friend," Drew sneered. "He just said it meant friendship, dummy."

"Drew," I chided softly, and he recoiled into my side.

"Because it's nice to know I'm not the only one who can't make any friends," Patton said. "I like having other friends who are special."

"I'm not special," Janus snapped.

"Dad says that being different is always special, because different people have discovered some of the coolest, prettiest things ever."

"It's true," Logan said. "Albert Einstein, Hans Christian Anderson, and Michelangelo. were all autistic."

"See?" Patton bounced and beamed at Janus. "So maybe we can all be different and special together and do really cool things one day! Like the three Musketeers."

Janus considered strongly. "I'm Athos."

"You can be whoever you want to be!" Patton said earnestly. "Then we can all have lots of musketcheer."

Drew, Roman and I choked on a laugh. Logan shook his head fondly. "He watches one sitcom that likes puns and he suddenly won't stop," he said.

Even Janus cracked a small smile. He accepted the paper. "Fine," he said. "We can have musketcheer."

Drew pouted. "Does this mean I'm your friend now?"

"Yes," Patton said firmly, looking at him.

Drew jumped, looking fearfully at Patton, who somehow managed to look intimidating while also avoiding eye contact. He looked up at me. "What have I done?" he asked.

"Made friends." I rubbed his back. I looked around. "We should probably get all these guys home. They've had a long day, and school will be letting out soon."

"I guess now that all our kids are friends, I'll be seeing more of you," Roman said to both Logan and me.

Logan hummed. "I presume so. Patton does not own a phone of his own. I can give you my number if your children wish to contact him?"

"I hate to say it, but you should probably get him his own phone," I said. "It's dangerous not to have one. If I ever lost sight of Drew...I'd rather he have a phone."

Logan considered this. "I suppose you have a point. Nevertheless, for the moment, you'll have to go through me to reach Patton."

"Don't have to ask me twice. Here." Roman accepted Logan's phone and typed in Janus' number, then passing it to Drew, who stared at it for a moment.

I recited his number to him and he punched it in. "Don't worry, kid," I said. "One day, you're going to have to tell so many doctors your number that it's going to be emblazoned on your brain."

After all numbers had been exchanged, I shook Logan's and Roman's hands goodbye and let Patton and Drew embrace again. Janus stayed stubbornly in his seat, refusing any sort of affection, which kind of concerned me, but then Roman whispered, "This is the most receptive he's been since I started fostering him."

I nodded and smiled, leading Drew back toward the car. He looked at me. "I guess I have friends now."

I glanced back toward Roman's car as it drove away and caught Logan's eye as he loaded into his own. He smiled at me.

"Yeah," I said. "I think I might have, too."

#sanders sides human au #analogince #ts virgil #ts roman #ts logan #ts sides #sanders sides #ts patton #ts janus #adhd virgil #autistic logan #trans virgil #autistic virgil #kid patton #kid janus #kid oc #virgil being trans has nothing to do with the fic #it is just important to me that you know there is no such thing as a cis virgil when i'm writing him in a human AU #this mostly turned into janus angst hour #he's very young and very little and needs much therapy #i tried to write the actual chat with the principal and it did not work well #so the principal is a caricature on which i'm projecting all of my neurodiverse school troubles with authority figures onto #i did not have a fun time in school #yes most of these characters are neurodiverse #i'm not PROJECTING or anything #why ever would you think something silly like that #one ask down #many more to go #caffeine save my soul

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