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sabo-has-my-heart · 2 years

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Hm, since there's no Café AU, how about making it a Band!Au where Ace is the lead singer and guitarist of the ASL band, Sabo plays the bass and Luffy for the drums. The Fem!Reader is a close friend of the three and basically the manager of the band? Same multi-purpose fluff prompts #8 and 3 please! Thank you and sorry for the mistake, Astra :<

ASL boyband artwork belongs to @that-lemonade-stand who gave me permission to use their photo.

Warnings: none, just Ace fluff

Word Count:1160

Smiling, you stood on the sidelines as you watched the three brothers rock out on stage. They were the latest, greatest boy band at the moment. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to get lost in their songs, it was one of the few moments of peace you got as their unofficial band manager. Being their oldest friend, it had been decided once they’d gotten good enough to need a manager that the job would go to you, a job you gladly took. You wouldn’t admit it aloud, but the biggest reason you’d taken the job was for Ace. You’d had a crush on him long before they’d started the band and you suspected that you’d care for him long after as well. Listening to him sing along to other bands was what had started this in the first place and while Luffy wasn’t the best singer in the world, the harmony between Sabo and Ace practically had girls throwing hands over who got to kiss the ground they walked on. It probably didn’t help that the two looked sexy as hell with guitars. That’s not to say that Luffy wasn’t very well loved, just that the ones fawning over Ace and Sabo were typically a tad more rabid. The three boys waved to their fans as they stepped off stage, allowing the next band to take their place as they walked up to you. As always, the hot stage lights, playing, and moving around had them dripping in sweat, Ace laughing as he shook his head, droplets of salty water flying everywhere.

“Agh! Ace, stop! You’re not a dog!” you cried, shielding yourself from the drops as he laughed.

“Oh come on, Y/n! There are girls out in that crowd who’d kill to have me sweat on them. Don’t you feel lucky?” Ace teased, quickly pulling you into a hug and rubbing his sweat covered head against your face, almost like a wet, affectionate cat.

“Stoopp! I’m not a rabid fangirl! I don’t want your gross sweat!” you cried, struggling in his arms, Sabo and Luffy laughing as they watched. The four of you finally heading back towards their dressing room once Ace let you go. Putting on your best pout, you pretended to be upset with the black-haired singer as you grabbed a towel and began wiping off the sweat. In truth, you couldn’t be too upset at him, not when he held you close like that, not when he acted so affectionate. You could still feel your heart pounding from the way his arms wrapped around you, holding you close, his cheek against yours. He always ran a little hotter than most but you couldn’t even feel it with how flushed your cheeks had been.

“So, you gonna tell him yet?” Sabo whispered, falling back a little to walk next to you. He’d known for a while how you felt about Ace and had repeatedly encouraged you to tell him, not that you ever listened, but that didn’t stop him from urging you to do so time and time again.

“I… I can’t. He, I’m… there’s just…”

“Nothing stopping you but your own worries. I’ve told you before, I know he’d totally go on a date with you. So hurry up before, I don’t know, he finds some girl band member to date.” Sabo urged. Taking a deep breath, you glanced over at the blond.

“There’s… not even a good time to say anything. We’re usually stuck on the bus, surrounded by cameras, or backstage. Not exactly the best places to confess.” you said, the boy rolling his eyes at your excuse.

“Alright, that’s it. Luffy, plan B!” Sabo called out to the younger boy, thoroughly confusing you as Luffy smiled. A small gasp left your lips as you suddenly found yourself shoved against a still sweaty Ace, both of you suddenly finding yourselves pressed against each other in a rather small closet. The small towel you’d been using was the only thing keeping you from running your fingers over Ace’s bare chest, his shirt long since shed. Taking a shaky breath, you looked up, he was so close, a hair’s breadth away.

“Are uh, you okay?” Ace asked, strong arms wrapped protectively around your waist, holding you close.

“Y-yeah, I… I’m alright. You?” you asked, swallowing hard, hoping that either your cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt or that the light coming in through the bottom of the door was low enough that he didn’t notice. Ace chuckled, your position allowing you to feel the rumbling in his chest.

“Come on, Y/n. You’ve known me long enough to know the answer to that.” Ace teased, giving you one of his oh so dreamy smiles.

“Oh, uh, right. Just uh, force of habit, I guess. Listen, uh, sorry about… this.” you said, vaguely gesturing to the closet. While it was Sabo and Luffy who’d shoved you in, you felt partially responsible, Sabo just wanted you to confess.

“Why are you sorry? I figured it was my fault.” Ace admitted, head tilting adorably in confusion. Your brow furrowed as you looked at him, why would this be his fault.

“It’s… because of me that Sabo trapped us in here. He… why would it be your fault?” you asked. Ace looked away, hoping he wasn’t as bright red as he felt, maybe he could blame his flushed cheeks on after effects of the heat from the spotlights?

“I… Luffy was trying… or, well… they wouldn’t have…” Ace screwed his eyes shut as he pulled you close, lips meeting yours in a heated kiss. Your heart skipped a beat as Ace held you, lips still pressed against yours. Closing your eyes, you kissed him back with just as much intensity, hands that had been pressed against his chest moving to wrap around his neck, fingers idly playing with damp hair as the two of you stayed like that for a moment before pulling back.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this moment.” Ace breathed, resting his forehead against yours.

“I… same.” you muttered, eyes tilting away, only to be drawn back to his when he caressed your cheek.

“And? Is the reality of it as good as your dreams?” Ace asked softly, his heart thundering in his chest. It was the moment of truth, did you truly feel the same way about him that he felt about you?

“Reality is even better than my dreams.” you confessed, pulling him in for another kiss. Ace sighed into the kiss, holding you close.

“We should… get out of this closet…” you whispered once you pulled away again, not that either of you moved to open the door.

“Yeah, but… maybe just… a little longer. I don’t want to share you with the world again just yet.” Ace said before pulling you in for another kiss. Just a little longer, neither of you wanted the dream-like moment to end.

#one piece ace #portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace #one piece fluff #fluff #Band!AU

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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Heartbreak Ave.

When they’re in love with you but you have feelings for a different member (Hyung line)

→ tags/warnings: SFW, angstyyyyy (like, I’m sorry but at the same time I wanted to write something sad), no, there’s not a happy ending really idk so read at your own heart’s risk, but like really. I was listening to “Manos de Tijera” while writing this so it’s a wee bit heartbreaking

→ a/n: I don’t really write reactions very often but this seemed fun when @sierra-fics brought it up! I actually have one of your suggestions in my drafts, just haven’t finished it up yet. Thanks for the push, though! I love exploring different styles!

read the maknae line version here!

Kim Seokjin

he’s not surprised

it’s probably the worst part for him, the fact that he’s not surprised when your eyes light up as Taehyung waltzes in the room.

he had been in the middle of plucking up the courage to invite you to try out that new Thai restaurant you’d been chattering about when Tae walked in

and you tried - you really did - to pay attention to what Jin had been saying, but you faltered a bit as Tae greeted you warmly and plopped down beside Jin

and Jin just watched, not surprised.

although what does surprise him is how much it hurts

that pain where your heart literally, physically hurts? it’s an exquisite pain, one that takes his breath away

and it doesn’t go away

it doesn’t fade

so he ends up in Namjoon’s studio later that night, and Namjoon knows to wait for him to open up

Jin just stares for a while, blankly at the wall

“Does Tae like her?”

Namjoon already knows who he’s referring to. He’s known about Jin’s helpless crush on you for ages, he knew before Jin himself figured it out

but it’s the way that Jin asks the question so softly, so carefully, that Namjoon realizes with a start that this is so much more than a crush

and Jin looks at him, misery clear in his eyes but also clear resolve visible even as unshed tears glimmer

“Would you really let her go?” Namjoon counters gently. Because he knows. He knows that if Tae got the green light, you'd be swept up in a matter of seconds.

and it’s the way that Jin stares down at his feet, and the tears begin rolling down his cheeks, that has Namjoon sick to his stomach

Jin nods, and when he speaks, his voice shakes but he sounds so earnest that it breaks Namjoon’s heart

“I’d do anything for her.”

no words are exchanged after that for a long, heart-wrenching moment. it’s just Jin, staring down at his feet and quietly sobbing, and Namjoon, pulling him into an embrace.

“I’m sorry, hyung.”

it’s surprising to Jin, just how much that soft phrase cuts through him. It sounds so final.

because at the end of the day, it’s the only solace that can be offered to him.

he lost.

he loved, and he lost.

Min Yoongi

you’re sitting beside him in his studio when the realization hits him like a freight train

sprawled sideways in your designated swivel chair while you stifle a yawn and rub your eyes, Yoongi wonders when he let his emotions get so out of hand

because you’re offering him a shy smile and asking him a question that he numbly answers, but on the inside he’s a total clueless mess

when did he fall in love with you?

it’s something that will haunt him long after you leave that night, rushing out when you get a call from Hobi

for the second time that night, he’s hit with another realization

he’s still reeling from the fact that he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you, so when you gasp and grin when your phone light up with a call, he falters

it’s like being doused with a bucket of ice water, the way you whisper, “oh, it’s Hobi!” and politely ask if you can take the call before rushing out into the hallway

“oh,” he mumbles to himself as the door closes. “it’s Hobi.”

and he laughs.

quietly, darkly. he laughs to himself, at himself, whatever.

because of course it’s Hobi. his best friend, his vitamin. you two deserve each other. of that much he’s certain.

he doesn’t waste too much time feeling sorry for himself; he’s logical enough to see that you two are probably a better match. it’s nothing personal.

so why does he stay in his studio all night, ignoring any calls or messages sent his way?

he’s not sure when he fell asleep, but next thing he knows he’s sprawled out on his little couch and you’re gently shaking him awake

“Yoongo? Did you stay here last night?”

his eyes crack open at the sound of your voice, just enough to be met with your sweet smile

and he, in his half-asleep state, smiles back. he reaches one hand up to gently brush back a strand of your hair, and he swears you lean into his touch

and when you mumble something about Hobi bringing breakfast up, Yoongi is hit with the third realization in less that twenty-four hours.

it’s startlingly simple:

he wants to cry.

so he excuses himself to the bathroom, and cries. sets a five minute timer so nobody gets worried and comes looking for him, and allows himself that time to cry.

then, with machine-like precision, he washes his face and puts some eyedrops in, and goes back out to pretend like everything is fine.

and whenever Jin or Taehyung bring up acting, Yoongi knows. He knows, deep down, that he’s the best actor of all.

because he still loves you

and you will never know.

Jung Hoseok

hobi has never been the most forthcoming with his emotions

he keeps them on lockdown

monitors them with military-like focus

so he knows the exact moment he begins developing feelings for you

(it’s when you brought Bang PD a bouquet for valentine’s day, just to make him blush)

and he knows the exact second when he fell in love

(it was when, after a grueling day at work, you silently walked through his door with his favorite goodies and left without a single word)

(you were wearing a yellow cardigan that day)

(he’s never looked at the color yellow the same way)

if he’s completely honest, he’s sometimes trying so hard to stay on top of his own feelings that he forgets to watch out for where your attention may be drifting

to be fair, you kept your own little crush on Jimin a secret

so when Hobi decides to get over himself and just shoot his shot, he decides he’s all in

and when you arrive at his apartment that night for a movie, you’re shocked to see a bouquet of yellow flowers in Hobi’s shaking hands

“hey” he breathes

you stare at the flowers, then at him

“hello...?” then, with a sinking felling, you point at the flowers. “are those for me?”

hobi smiles broadly. “yeah, they are.” and he hands them to you, allowing his fingers to brush up against yours

it’s electrifying, that small touch

and again, he’s so focused on how electrifying it is that he misses the way you look like you might be sick

pale face, concerned expression

he misses it all, because he’s so nervous but so stupidly in love that he’s just barreling ahead.

gotta get this out of the way

ugh, feelings

and so when he leads you to sit with him out on the balcony, he takes a deep breath and looks at you with wonder in his eyes

and that’s when he notices the way you’re fiddling with your bracelet

not a problem, except for the fact that it’s the one he saw Jimin carefully choosing from an online collection

so when you keep fiddling with the bracelet and avoiding Hobi’s eye contact, he gets it

he takes a long look at all those emotions he keeps in check, and allows himself a moment of self-pity before reaching out and laying a hand atop your own

you immediately stop fidgeting and look at him with wide eyes. he can see with a pang how you’re trying to come up with the best way to let him down easy

so he does the job for you

“I just wanted to say thank you for the other day,” he says, forcing a light tone. “when you brought me those goodies after work. It really meant a lot.”

you blink, confused. “Oh. uh, you’re welcome.”

“and,” he drawls, a well-rehearsed smile clawing its way onto his face, “I wanted to snoop and get the inside scoop about Jiminie. I know he got you that bracelet. did he finally cave and confess to you?”

you look shocked, but you burst out into relieved laughter. “how did you know?”

he didn’t. “how could I not? he’s absolutely whipped.”

and you blush under the stars and begin to ramble, lost in your excitement and joy.

and Hobi watches. smiling. supportive. laughing at the right spots and asking all the right questions.

later, when you give him a tight hug and thank him for the fun night, he lets the words sting as you call him “such a great friend.” he lets them sting, relishing in the pain.

he reminds you to take your flowers home, and you begrudgingly admit that they’re your favorite type of flower.

he didn’t know. but that hurts, too. the fact that he got it right.

Hobi never looks at the color yellow the same way again.

Kim Namjoon

he’s told you he loves you a million times now

every night, in every dream, he tells you how much he loves you

adores you with everything he is

you manage to find your way into his music, his musings, every piece of artwork he comes across

he's never been like this before

never, he’s sure of it

and everyone knows, except for you.

it becomes a strange game for the boys to play, dropping hints at every opportunity, laughing at your confused expression

Jungkook and Taehyung especially enjoy the chaos that they create, making Namjoon groan and grow embarrassed

but you have no idea

or are you just willfully ignorant?

all Namjoon knows is that he’s swimming in his feelings for you, completely lost and on the verge of drowning

but, oh, what a way to die

he’s never been able to stop himself when it comes to you

and he considers himself rather disciplined, but the way you make him feel he could throw caution to the wind and give it all up

so when you end up staying late one night at the apartment, the boys manage to convince you to stay

“there’s plenty of room” Jungkook muses, feigning deep thought. “besides, it’s too late for you to drive back tonight. just stay.”

and while Namjoon wants to kill them all for the way they offer up his bed to you, he thinks he might actually die when you reluctantly agree with a yawn

he knows he should offer to take the couch, but something stops him

it’s like he physically can’t

“I don’t mind sharing the bed” you state, squinting at him while wearing his basketball shorts and oversized t-shirt.

you look adorable. he’s unsure of how he’s even functioning right now, to be honest. he’s melting.

“just keep your snoring in check, loser”

and he’s back to laughing, turning off the light and hopping into bed

you’re so far away

why are you so far away?

“hey” he whispers, the sound so loud in the quiet. the only other sound is the muffled voices of the other members, no doubt down in the kitchen gossiping about the events of the night

“hey yourself” you whisper back, turning to face him

he can see you in the moonlight, his eyes having adjusted just enough.

and he wants to kiss you so badly

so he smiles, heart leaping when you smile back

and he reaches out, gently tracing your jawline.

you say nothing, heart thundering in your chest

because to be honest, you’re confused

why is he looking at you like that?

but you don’t ask as Namjoon takes a deep breath, steadying himself before propping himself up on one elbow and looking down at you with an adoring expression

your eyes flutter closed as he brushes his thumb against your cheek, and he can feel your heartbeat racing

your reaction gives him all the courage he needs as he leans down, lips capturing your own in a long, sweet kiss

and he’s going out of his mind because he finally kissed you, didn’t he?! finally!!

but those are your hands on his chest, and instead of pulling him in closer you’re gently pushing him away

“namjoon.”

he’s never hated his name so much.

“I’m so sorry- I- I thought that maybe-” he stutters, pulling himself upright as you do the same, and he launches out of bed, hands in his hair “I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

“Namjoon.” you repeat, and he notices now how utterly distraught you look.

because you’re still confused, but there’s one name rolling around in your head even as you can still taste namjoon on your lips.

“I...” you shake your head, unsure of what to say. “It’s just...”

and he’s looking at you with big eyes, taking in every single word you say. and you want to take it all back, want to let him kiss you until you’re breathless, but your heart won’t let you.

“Just what?” he asks quietly, afraid of the answer. so afraid

“...Jungkook.”

two syllables, and his world comes crashing down around him.

namjoon is silent, avoiding your gaze as he grabs one of the pillows off of the bed and a spare blanket, heading toward the door.

“I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m sorry.”

and he’s gone before you can utter another word.

sure enough, the boys are still downstairs, and they all fall silent as Namjoon appears, throwing the pillow down on the couch.

“Hyung!” Jungkook asks, scrambling over. “Hyung, what happened? What are you doing down here?”

Namjoon can’t bring himself to look at the maknae, not when he can still picture how it felt to kiss you. not when those few seconds of paradise are still on his lips.

“Didn’t wanna wake her up with my snoring.”

because how could he ever be angry at the boy that looks at him like he’s his savior?

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todoroki-waifu · 3 years

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Atsumu x F! Reader

Scenario: When you try to subtly confess to Atsumu.

Word Count: 1,970

Genre: Fluff and humor.

Warnings: Cursing, female reader, and some OOC-ness (maybe?). My first time writing for Atsumu and the rest of the Inarizaki team.

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“I get that she’s the most beautiful here, but we are here to check out the art, too.” Atsumu jumps slightly at a voice and hand on his shoulder.

“‘Samu!"

"Could you be any more obvious?"

"I-I wasn’t doing anything!” Atsumu huffs, a blush attacking his face as he shakes off his brother’s hand.

“Why don’t you ask her out already before someone else does?"

"I’m working on it!"

"Hey, who’s that with __(y/n)?” Suna chimes into their conversation, nodding to where you had been standing and admiring a portrait. The two see a man conversing with you, both of you very engaged in whatever topic that was being discussed. He brought out a small electronic device, looking a bit nervous as he showed you the screen.

“He’s probably going to ask for her number.” Osamu replies indifferently, but did a quick glance at his sibling.

“What?!” Atsumu immediately leaves the group.

“Wait, but doesn’t that guy-” Aran questions, but Kita cuts him off while the others hold in their chuckles.

“Let him figure it out."

——-

"So if you put your-” While you were listening to the young man who approached you, a familiar face made himself known.

“Hey, buddy, is there a problem over here?” Atsumu suddenly inserts himself in between you and the stranger. He stands tall, looming over the shorter male.

“N-no, there is no problem.”

“Atsumu-kun, he was just-” You placed a hand on his arm and tried to explain the situation.

“Don’t worry, __(y/n)-chan. I got this.” Atsumu gently pushes you behind him to hide you.

“Was there something you needed from her?” He continues.

“No, si-sir. I-I was only trying to-”

“Well, if you ain’t got any business with her, I suggest you beat it.” The blonde twin glares at the male hiding behind his black device. He smirks victoriously, watching the scared stranger run away. He turns around to find you with your arms crossed and an incredulous look.

“Why were you so mean to him?”

“Mean? What do you mean? Wasn’t he trying to hit on you?”

“What? No! He works here! He’s a staff member."

"But didn’t he have his phone out to get your number?”

“Get my..-you mean his Ipad? He wasn’t trying to get my number, he was asking for my email so he could send a survey for us to fill out on how satisfied we were with the staff and the place."

Atsumu had no answer, processing what he did to the innocent and diligent worker and to you. You must think he’s a crazy idiot for sure.

"As funny and adorable that was, you’re coming with me to apologize.” You grabbed his hand, dragging Atsumu to find the man who he wrongly yelled at.

“Yes..” He pouts, but obeys. You’re zipping through the crowd until you finally spot your target.

“He’s with someone else, but we’re waiting until he’s finished and I’m not letting go until you do."

"I-I wasn’t gonna run away.” His cheeks heat up at your clasped hands, avoiding your gaze.

“Just in case.” You continued to look forward, __(e/c) eyes too shy to meet his brown ones.

“Thank you though,” You break the short pause, “I know it was a misunderstanding, but it’s nice to know that someone has my back.”

Atsumu directs his head to you, but is unable to see your face since it’s turned away with your finger busying itself with a strand of your hair.

“Of course. Always.” Your heart skips at his soft reply. You feel a gentle squeeze on your hand and respond similarly, fighting back the smile that was eager to present itself.

“Oh look! He’s done. Let’s go.” You gently pull him towards the staff worker once he has finished speaking to the other customers. You’re about to release his hand, but Atsumu keeps a tight grip. Probably he’s nervous about admitting to his mistake, you assume.

So you hold his hand just as tight, figuring he needs the support. You knew how much of a big baby he was.

But really, Atsumu was using this as an excuse to hold you just a bit longer. His fingers felt right in between yours.

——-

You managed to take some great pictures wherever it was allowed, but the artwork that forbade photos, you captured in your memory. After touring around the entire museum, you and the boys were starting to feel hungry, so everyone agreed to eat at the nearest restaurant.

You saw a few people scattered outside and you volunteered to ask the host how long the wait would be. Osamu steps behind his brother and lightly taps the back of his knees with his.

“Remember, that guy works here."

"Shut up, 'samu! I know that.” Atsumu huffs, red cheeks puffing out slightly as his friends laugh loudly. They stop as soon as you near them, telling the boys that there was a table open that could accommodate your party.

You sat in between the Miya twins which made you both nervous and happy. Your crush on Atsumu was getting worse every day yet you didn’t hate the feeling. You distracted yourself by looking through the menu, all of you deciding to share a couple appetizers before choosing your individual meals.

“What are you getting, __(y/n)-chan?” Atsumu asks, brown eyes looking at you as he lowers his menu.

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure yet. I’m caught between number 8 and 9.” You point to the items on the main course list.

“Oh! I was going to get the number 8. How about I get 8 and you get the 9 and we can just share? That way, we can get a taste of both. I’m curious about number 9 also.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?"

"Yea, of course I wouldn’t mind!” He grins, folding the menu before placing it on the table. You copy him and wait for the server to collect your orders.

You then bring out your phone, taking pictures of the boys and the restaurant’s interesting decor. Despite your school’s motto, you liked to keep the memories.

“Ne, Atsumu-kun, mind if I borrow your phone? Your camera is better than mine.” Your cell phone was a few years old, but Atsumu just replaced his and you were waiting to upgrade yours. Part of you was glad that you hadn't yet because you were going to use this opportunity to see how he feels about you.

“Sure. Here ya go.” He hands you his phone.

“Thanks!” You start taking pictures of yourself, really impressed with the photo quality.

“Take a selfie with me.” You change the camera view as you hold out your hand in front of you and Atsumu.

“You’re so far! Get close to me like you actually like me.” You say jokingly as you hear a few, muffled snickers around the table. Atsumu stutters a response, but you interrupt him when you start counting from three.

“Ready? Smile!” You take a few shots before looking at each one closely.

“Yeck, I’m deleting that one. I look gross in there.” You weren’t satisfied with how you smiled and your eyes looked like they were in mid blink.

“What? Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous!” Atsumu looks up at you after he watches you remove one of the many pictures. You blush at his statement, dodging his stare.

“Oh, ummm. ..t-thank you."

"You don’t gotta thank me. It’s the truth.” Atsumu murmurs, but it’s coherent enough where you could understand him.

“Get ready with your orders. The waiter is coming.” Kita sees the server walking towards your table. You went first and while everyone else was focused on the waiter, you quickly dragged your finger around on the phone screen. You immediately closed what you were doing and handed Atsumu back his phone.

Your heart was beating fast, but you kept a calm smile on your face as you casually made conversation with the volleyball team. None of the guys knew about your crush, afraid that they would make fun of you. Not that you believed they would, but you weren’t comfortable telling anyone yet.

Except for today.

You finally were going to tell one person about your crush and that person was Atsumu. You planned everything out for a while, thinking of every possible situation that could happen and how you would approach it. You were surprised at how smoothly your idea was going, but that made you even more uneasy.

But you already made your move and hoped that he would notice the little message in his phone.

———

Dinner was both fun yet stressful. Every time Atsumu would check his phone, your heart would jump at the thought of him seeing what you put. But he made no reaction so you assumed he had yet to see it.

And you were fine with that. You’d prefer if he read it at home instead of in a public place.

Everyone went their separate ways after the restaurant except you and the Miya twins. Your house wasn’t too far from theirs so they walked most of the way with you. Once you were close enough, you waved goodbye to the brothers.

“Bye! See you soon! And don’t forget to send me those pictures later, okay, Atsumu-kun?"

"Yeah, I will! Bye, __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu waved back before turning away with Osamu.

——–

Unfortunately, he never sent those pictures. He must have forgotten, but with how many days has passed, you believed he probably felt awkward with the little note you put.

If he saw it. He never acted any differently when you saw him at school.

Maybe he never did see it? But you were too afraid to ask so you were just going to live quietly with your heartache.

——-

“Oh, shoot! I forgot to send those pics to __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu says loudly while he and Osamu walk home from practice.

“You haven’t sent them yet? It’s been a week.” Osamu shakes his head.

“I forgot! I was too busy thinking of a way to tell her I like her. I gotta make sure it’s perfect.” The setter takes out his phone and taps on the photo album icon. As he selects and scrolls through the photos, his eyes become rounded at one particular image.

It was a selfie of you and him, sitting close, cheek to cheek as you both smile happily. What made him pause was the heart drawn over the two of you with the words ’yes or no?’ written at the bottom.

“Ahh! ’s-samu! Look, look!” He shows his phone to his brother. “I think __(y/n)-chan likes me back! She put this on our picture!”

As soon as Osamu sees what’s on the screen, his eyes also widen slightly then suddenly smacks his brother at the back of his head. “Dumbass! That photo has been sitting there for that long already?”

“I told you already, I forgot! And she never said anything! Other than to send the pictures after we ate- Oh my God, 'samu, I really am a dumbass!” Realization hit Atsumu harder than his brother’s slap.

“I knew that a long time ago. Now, why are you still here talking to me? Shouldn’t you be talking to __(y/n) instead?"

"You’re right! I gotta text her!” Atsumu’s hands were working fast in trying to find your text message conversation. Before Osamu could even make a snide comment, Atsumu becomes aware of a better alternative to communicate with you.

———

On your way home, you received multiple texts from Atsumu, all saying the same thing.

Yes!

Yes!!

Yes!

Yes!!!!

’The hell? Yes to what?’ Right when you were about to reply, you saw an incoming call from the setter who made your heart skip a beat daily.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Yes! __(y/n), yes! I want to be your boyfriend!”

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #one shot #haikyuu one shot #hq oneshots #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu reader insert #atsumu x you #atsumu drabble #atsumu oneshot #atsumu imagines #submission

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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 3 years

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Nagito x shsl hentei artist reader?

-It’s clear that Nagito worships the ground all the Ultimates walk on. You are no exception

-While others may take a...certain interest, provoking controversial opinions upon your creations, Nagito seems to be the one that sees passed your artwork

-He only sees the talented, dedicated artist behind the canvas....you

-It is canon that Nagito tries to keep the people he loves away from him, in fear that his luck cycle may hurt them. At first, the white haired male may seem a bit aloof from you. Both before and after realizing his love for you

-But the thought of you presence, no matter what it is, he cannot shake his mind off of it. While your pieces were rather captivating to some, him being no exception, he wanted you--someone so ambitious, someone so enthralling, someone so creative

............but how?

-Would he hurt you if he got too close? Does trash like him even have a right to be in your breathing space? Would luck be on his side if he confessed to you?

-It was now or never. As much as Nagito loved the thought of you being his, he wanted to turn his fantasies into reality

-And it was this faithful day where his luck was on his side. The skinny male was walking in the hallway, hands in his pocket. His ghostly green orbs were fixed onto the tiled floor, his mind pondering about you. A subtle smirk curled onto his chapped lips, as he allowed his brain to fill with his original movie, you playing as his beloved SO

-How he’d give you the world. Or...as much as scum like him could. How many praises would be inestimable. Would you prefer to go out for dinner or try cooking at his home? Either way, as long as you were happy, Nagito was happy. Nothing would be too good his shining ray of hope. Could someone as disgusting as him even be allowed to kiss someone as skilled and beautiful as yourself?

-”ACK!”

-The notorious lucky student was snapped out of his daydream, laying his eyes on the room where the screech was heard. He rushed over a few doors until he stopped in front of an open door, revealing canvases arranged in such a way, a circle was formed around a small pedestal

-The art room

-Only two students were inside that room. Someone whom was painting on an easel, the sunlight shining upon their (H/C) hair, delicate hands gently holding the paintbrush as it swished across the canvas in such a spellbinding motion. No doubt the artist was (Y/N)--Nagito’s hope. The other student was

-”(Y/N)? P-Please help m-me.....” A familiar purple haired nursing student meekly asked the ultimate hentai artist. Mikan must have tripped and landed in a...suggestive pose, as she was prone to do. The (H/C) just flashed a sympathetic smile at her, not putting her paintbrush down

-”Just two more minutes, Mikan. Yes, keep that pose. Rightttttt.....there!” (Y/N) grinned, absorbed into her masterpiece in progress. The nurse silently whimpered, but obligated in fear of being hated rather than embarrassed

-Nagito couldn’t help but let a deep chuckle from the back of his throat out. He loved how invested (Y/N) was about their art. Their motivation and resolve was unbreakable. How dedicated they were to their talent was certainly an absolute example of hope

-”Hm? Komeada-kun?”

-The soft sound of a wooden brush being set into a plastic container made Nagito’s stomach drop. Footsteps hitting against the floor signaled that the artist was coming towards the lucky student, stopping in front of him

-Just his luck

-”Komeada, what are you doing here? Pretty much everyone else went home,” His/Her sweet voice filled the room, a head nod towards the clock reading 5:12 pm was followed after that. Nagito felt a friendly smile form onto handsome face, as he waved his hand to the symbol of hope

-”Oh, hello (Y/N). I’m so sorry. I heard a sudden scream coming from this room and I went to go see what it was,” His explanation was followed by a sigh “It was a stupid move. Trash like me doesn’t deserve the honor to check up on shining symbols of hope like you ultimates,” He frowned, crossing his arms. The (H/C) rolled their eyes and chuckled lightly

-”Komeada-kun, stop. You aren’t trash. I was just curious what brought you here. That’s all,” (Y/N) responded, turning to Mikan for a split second “Mikan, you can get up now. I think that’s enough painting for me today,” This made the aspiring nurse gasp in relief as she quickly got up, brushing any excess dust from her bare legs

-”Th-Thank you, (Y/N). I’ll s-see you tomorrow,” She let out in a timid squeak as she scurried out of the room. (Y/N) turned back to Nagito, their warm beam never leaving their face. Before Nagito could speak, he felt a snug hand wrap around his callous one. The hentai artist pulled him towards the canvas that showcased the stunning, but incomplete painting that was made by them

-”I don’t mean to waste your time if you are in a hurry, but maybe I can get some feedback on what you think so far?” The brilliant artist requested Nagito, motioning to the painting. The male bit his lip, not wanting more of his bad luck to inflict any further damage onto his crush. His careless chuckle already put him into this situation--alone in a room with the ultimate that stole his heart. It was screaming for bad luck to occur

-”Oh, while I’m honored that someone as gifted you would want my opinion, I don’t think it matters what a worthless being such as myself thinks,” Nagito stated, making the (H/C) frown

-”Oh....it’s that bad?” They asked, focusing their (E/C) orbs onto the wooden floor. Nagito stepped back a bit, shocked from their thought process. Because he wanted to refrain from saying anything in order to leave the room quickly, it backfired. They took it the wrong way

-They were upset....they lost some of the bright hope that was inside of them....

-Because of him

-Nagito opened his mouth to degrade himself again--after all, he deserved it. He truly was a worthless piece of trash who unintentionally harmed his loved one’s self esteem. However, what came out was a quickly planned apology in his mind. He knew talking down about himself wasn’t going to fix this. Maybe this would

-”Huh? Oh, not at all, (Y/N). I really love it. Though, while all your pieces are amazing, it kinda...baffles me....” He trailed off, making a pair of (E/C) eyes rip away from their gaze from the floor, focusing onto Nagito instead

-”Baffles you? I’m...not sure what you mean. I’m sorry,” (Y/N) spoke, as if silently asking for a better explanation of Nagito’s choice of words. With his skinny arms crossed and a collected smile on his face, Nagito took this opportunity to praise the real star of the artwork--(Y/N)

-”Even though your artwork is absolutely incredible, I’ve noticed many people don’t really appreciate what makes them so important. While it’s not right for someone as worthless as me to speak out against ultimates, it bothers me a little. After all, such stunning pieces of art should be enjoyed along with the skilled creator who brought them to life,” It was Nagito’s turn to wrap his lanky hand around (Y/N)’s. The artist gasped at the slight sensation of heat being transferred from their warm hand to Nagito’s usual frosty one. However, her gaze never left Nagito, as he continued his confessoin

-”You, (Y/N). I’ve always admired your work. To say you’re extremely talented would be an understatement. You’re incredible. And...I’ve come to love you, not only as an artist...but as a person too. I’ve never saw this much hope inside of someone before,” A pale blush was dusted upon a pair of pale cheeks, making another giggle leave his chapped lips. This time, it was a more playful, joyful one--an amiable laugh that brought a smile onto the artist’s face as well

-”(Y/N).....I’ve grown to adore and admire you...far more than any other ultimate. You could say I’ve fallen in love with you and your hope. But...I’d like to think of you as the total embodiment of hope...at least...my hope,” Nagito tenderly pulled (Y/N) closer to him, the feeling of their hot breaths leaving their lips made both of them gradually fill with a coziness inside their bodies

-”(Y/N)....will you be my one and only hope?” The lucky student finally asked his crush, making him hold his breath as they searched for an answer. However, this only took a brief moment as the space between them was closed with a pair of warm lips meeting Nagito’s chapped ones. (Y/N) pulled away after a few seconds before letting a cheeky smirk form upon their lips

-”I’d love to, Nagito,” The artist verbalized their answer, making Nagito let out an exhale of relief and happiness. (Y/N) felt their fingers intertwine with Nagito’s, as the two of them made their way home together, leaving the school with a feeling of hope inside both of them

#nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito komeada kin #nagito headcanons #nagito oneshots #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa oneshot #nagito x you

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dangermousie · 2 years

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CFC 127

1. I love how XQC’s shock is described - waves of the sea pouring into his heart etc. HY finally shocked that very calm person.

2. XQC apparently has been chased/confessed to lots of times, by both men and women but nobody has ever been this enthusiastic about it except ex wife. Ah, HY, if you only knew you are being compared to the ex again, you’d have a fit :P But the fact that XQC didn’t really feel anything for LRQ and only married because she chased so hard (which says volumes about how messed up he is and how he sees his life as for others not for himself) but he clearly feels for HY makes all the difference. FWIW, XQC is one of those people who I don’t think can open up first or fall without the other person falling first, so that confession by HY was so necessary.

3. XQC is speaking in a nervous tone (not because he’s terrified HY would pounce but because I think his brain short-circuited and he has no idea how to act) and basically negotiating/coaxing HY to let go and I love this so much. And now he knows, he feels responsibility - of course he does, if XQC isn’t feeling responsible for everything, is he even XQC?

4. Poor HY, telling him to laugh and XQC is all wtf of course I won’t and I love that he’s thinking of HY as a very expensive but very fragile artwork and I love that he’s not laughing or spurning or w/e but giving it proper consideration and thinking through it, even if in shock. I do love that even at this point XQC thinks of himself and HY as two straight men who are just fucking...ummmmmmm.

5. XQC thinking about love and lust not being the same and once again the shadow of his ex-wife is there as he thinks about how she was enthusiastic at first and then got bored and left. HY would never, we all know that, but I love how realistic it is that past baggage affects the future (even if we see that even at this stage, XQC differentiates between HY and ex.)

6. I loooove how at a loss XQC is and has no idea how to deal with the heart even he can tell is sincere. He really is a kind person. But ahahahaha he so can’t believe HY fell in love with him sincerely and fully that he’s contorting himself into explanations - it’s the patient’s dependence, no it’s transfer of HY’s daddy issues where HY sees him as his absent dad (XQC, Freud has been discredited for decades, the gay version of Oedipus complex is not a thing any more.) But I am glad because their nonsensical argument about various age differences is hilarious.

7. I am sorry, XQC trying to reason HY out of being in love with him is HILARIOUS!!! This is not how emotion works ahahaaha. But you can tell XQC is affected - it mentions his lowering his eyes from the strength of HY’s gaze and similar; he wouldn’t if he were not affected himself.

8. I love their discussion about what love really is because I am Team HY where responsibility and all is great and necessary but liking has to come first and be a prerequisite otherwise you get the situation XQC had with his ex where there was family and responsibility but no like and so both of them got hurt.

9. XQC going “it’s just physical reaction on your part” - ooooh boy good luck dude, you will need it! And he brings up HY’s crush on a girl and I love that HY says he didn’t figure out his actual feelings at the time. Even though XQC disregards it, hopefully when the whole “he liked XX” thing comes out, this conversation would cushion the bad consequences.

10. HY saying that he deserves many deaths for what he’s done but he’s fine with it and just...guuuuh.

11. XQC: ”How should this disease be cured?” Please please please tell me he will decide to have NSA relationship with HY to show it’s just sex and cure him ahahahahhahaha

#case file compendium #cnovel #meatbun doesn't eat meat

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AHHH that last mha headcanon was amazing tysm! You did great!!♡♡ Could I ask for another one with the same boys? (baku,tenya & izu!) With a crush who draws a lot? Like maybe they doodle while in class and while on break, 'cause they're bored? And the bois get curious because they're ALWAYS drawing while in the middle of class and they space out! Bonus points if the bois check their notebook and there's dumb doodles of them doing/saying something funny and some with little hearts around them. ^^"

thank you!! of course, anon! here you go, I hope you like it! a friendly reminder that my REQUESTS ARE OPEN! feel free to request lovelies! i’m ready to write for whatever you guys have in mind. i have a project coming up in 1-2 weeks and i think you guys will like it 👁️👁️! i’ll be posting the bonuses of model for me soon enough and a new series (not bakuhoe) will be posted as well! so stay tuned for more <3 as always, please leave a like, reblog, follow and/or comment if you enjoyed! support and feedback are ALWAYS welcomed! <3

PAIRING: IIDA T. X GN!READER, BAKUGOU K. X GN!READER, TODOROKI S. X GN!READER

THEMES: humor, fluff. [HEADCANNONS]

TW: cursing

IIDA, MIDORIYA, KATSUKI, TODOROKI WITH A DOODLER!CRUSH READER

Frankly, school can be quite boring. Even though you're in the hero course and you learn extraordinary things, it doesn't exclude regular civilian subjects such as history, math and so.

When you lose focus in class, you like to redirect your attention to doodling. It's fun, relaxing and effortless- it's also quite time-consuming and you've spaced out of class many times.

When you space out, you lose the function to pay attention to your reality- and ever since the first day you started doodling in class, you never noticed a pair of curious eyes watching you.

IIDA TENYA

Iida Tenya is quite the gentleman. He's also known for being strict and keeping the chaotic class 1A in order- (well, try and fail many times, but he does his best.) During classes with Aizawa, the majority of the classroom is quiet- but he always hears intense scribbling from your seat.

Usually, he does his best to ignore it and focuses on the class but you're his crush- and the fact that he always hears intense scribbling every day is quite concerning. But one day, he can't take it anymore.

It's a hot and sweltering day, it doesn't help that class 1A just finished hero training and even though everyone hit the showers afterward- the classroom is boiling.

Iida's neck is drenched in sweat, Aizawa's flat and tired voice drones on and he hears furious scribbling behind him- it's all giving him a headache.

Slowly, he turns around and stares blankly at you. Your head is lowered, hand sketching in your notebook. Your movements are fluid and bold and your arm is propped lazily on the desk, leaning your head against it.

He feels his nerves calm at the sight. But then he remembers that he's class president- you're not paying attention in class and that is not okay. Iida opens his mouth and delivers a long speech. Tenya is strict- but he's not stupid- he lowers his voice so he won't embarrass you in front of the class.

After his long speech, he expects you to look sullen or simply understand where he's coming from- but instead, you're snickering with a smile.

''I'm sorry, Iida. I just space out of class all the time and I like to doodle,'' there's a playful pout on your lips, a pleading look gleaming in your eyes.

Oh god, how is he supposed to reprimand you when you look so cute and adorable?

His voice is stuck in his throat- there's a flushed expression on his face and it only gets worse when Aizawa's voice booms.

''Iida, if you're done with your important chat with L/N, turn around and pay attention. You're class president, I expect better from you.''

Iida nearly squeaks as he turns around and nods, apologizing several times. Aizawa simply sighs tiredly and resumes the lesson.

After that time, Iida spots you doodling all the time in class. It makes him concerned- do you even pay attention in class? Are your grades failing?

Eventually, he confronts you about and explains his concerns. His face is beet red when he's done, but you simply brush him off with a smile.

Assuring him that your grades and knowledge are in perfect order, you simply doodle a lot in class. After that confrontation, Iida is much more relaxed about the situation, and every time he sees you doodle, there's a soft smile on his lips.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Midoriya is a very observant person. He has dozens of notebooks dedicated to quirks, Pro Heroes, and so on and while he doesn't write about his friends- he tends to notice several things.

For example, you. Since you began to attend U. A with Izuku, he's noticed that you spend most of your time sketching, doodling god knows what. You've never shown him your artwork.

Another thing he's realized is that when you start doodling- only Aizawa's loud voice or the school bell will snap you out of it. Izuku's tried everything- waving his hands in your face, throwing you paper balls- nothing. It's like you've been sucked out of reality..

Your manners leave him interested, curious to know more. He's sure you're not slacking off in class- he's been in several study sessions with Tsuyu, Iida, Ochaco, Todoroki, and you- you're always on track and usually have a good grasp of the subject.

You rarely share your notes- only with Tsuyu and Iida and occasionally Todoroki.

Midoriya doesn't mind, but it makes him burn with curiosity. So on the next studying session, he decides to come up with a plan.

''Y/N, what did you get on question 43?'' Ochaco asked. She leaned towards said girl and giggled.

Izuku frowned. What was so funny? The brunette's grin grew as she stared down at Y/N's notes, who was stammering and trying to hide their notes from the public view.

When Ochaco and Y/N rose and said they needed to visit the restroom- Izuku struck. Tsuyu was chatting with Todoroki and Iida had his nose buried in his book- so they didn't notice when he grabbed your notebook.

He flicked through pages, greedily drinking in the sight of your doodles. They were all varied- some flowers, vines, others were small and cute animals- and others were more complex but in the end, doodles. Midoriya froze when he flipped through a page and saw a... peculiar sight.

In the middle of the page, was a heart. You had doodled several headshots of Izuku, in which some of them he was saying corny or bad jokes, and in others, he was simply smiling. His cheeks burned when he saw the small hearts that you had doodled around him.

When he heard your voice and footsteps approaching the dorm- he quickly dropped your notebook in your spot and tried to act casual. Tsuyu raised an eyebrow at this, but said nothing, while Todoroki asked him why his face was burning.

He had refused to answer and remained somewhat silent during the rest of the session, his cheeks red. His heart was soaring with happiness- those doodles only meant one thing- you had feelings for him.

Once the studying session was over, Izuku would pull you aside and confess his feelings. His veins were pumping with confidence- you liked him back!

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Ever since you befriended Katsuki, he's noticed that you're a very attentive friend.

That is when you're not in class. You submerge yourself into your notebook with a pencil and nothing else- and pour all your attention into it.

Bakugou thinks it's rather annoying, he's tried to get your attention several times, only to fail miserably.

Today is no exception. Bakugou's ready to pop- dunceface and shitty head have been bothering him all day, stupid Deku gave a speech that made him roll his eyes and he was tired and just wanted to go to bed.

Unfortunately, he found himself stuck in class, listening to Aizawa talk like a damn zombie- trying to grab your attention, but you were too immersed in your doodles.

Irritated, he pressed his sweat hand on your neck and ignited a small spark- not enough to hurt you, but enough to startle you. The effect was immediate. You yelped and snapped your neck upwards, clutching the back of your neck. Everyone stared at you, bewildered. Katsuki grinned, satisfied that he finally got your attention but when you realized it was him- you narrowed your eyes and scowled.

''Bakugou? L/N? What's going on?'' Aizawa asked sharply.

Your scowl deepened. ''Everything is okay, Aizawa-sensei. I apologize.'' Your eyes stayed on Bakugou as you spoke.

Aizawa hummed in response and continued with the lesson. Bakugou bit down on his lip, swallowing a snicker.

After class, you smacked Bakugou on the head, to which he responded with a growl and the two of you engaged in a match of playful fighting, and between snickers and lunges your notebook fell out of your open backpack, loose sheets slipping out.

Immediately, you jumped back and began to gather them, but Bakugou kneeled down and helped you as well. He froze as he held a loose sheet- there were several sketches of him with different expressions- in some, he was smirking, frowning or screaming- but that wasn't what made him freeze. It was the several little hearts that you had doodled around him.

You nearly shrieked when you saw which paper he was holding and snatched it out of his hands. In a blink of an eye, you had picked everything up and ran away.

Katsuki was puzzled. He stood there for a minute or two, gears shifting in his brain as he processed the situation. Once it finally kicked in, he raced after you and found you sitting in a corner, head buried between your knees.

''Um,'' he cleared his throat awkwardly. ''Hey.'' his voice was gruff and tense.

You groaned and shook your head. ''Go away, Bakugou. I know you don't like me, so just spare me from the harsh rejection.''

''What?'' he furrowed his eyebrows and kneeled to your height. ''What the fuck are you talking about? That's not true.''

Slowly, you raised your head and peered at him, narrowing your eyes with suspicion. ''It's not?''

Bakugou scoffed. ''Of course not. I like you too, dumbass,'' he grumbled the last sentence, feeling his ears and cheeks warm up.

''Oh.'' was all you said. The blonde snickered and pulled you upwards onto your feet.

''C'mon dumbass, I'll walk you home. Gotta keep you safe.''

(bonus extra!)

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Shoto is clever and can improvise quickly- but he can be quite dense or oblivious at times. He probably wouldn't notice your doodling habits and if he did, he would brush it off. You're just doodling in class, nothing too fancy.

He doesn't understand how far your doodling goes until he asks you to lend him your math notes after class, and you happily oblige.

Shoto spends the rest of the afternoon studying and writing down whatever he missed- all thanks to your notes that were thankfully complete.

Once he was sure he'd done enough studying, Todororki began to flip through your notes idly, appreciating your writing. The more he read, the more he realized that there were doodles...everywhere.

He thought it was quite impressive that you managed to doodle so much in class and your artistic skills were quite impressive. There was a variety of sketches- plants, animals, silly faces but the ones he saw the most, were the ones of him.

Shoto felt a strange flutter whenever he saw one of your doodles that were him. You captured him perfectly and he cracked a grin whenever he saw one in which he was saying a corny or silly joke. It was refreshing.

It made his heart warm, seeing that his crush seemed to be as fond of him as he was of them. I don’t think he’d truly understand why you would draw him several times and instead, would ask you for an explanation.

The next day, he made sure to thank you for lending him your notes- and for making such beautiful and impressive doodles.

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yumeka36 · 3 years

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Thoughts on Rebuild of Evangelion (all movies plus ending interpretation)

*Artwork credited to リオ on pixiv*

Now that Evangelion 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time, the last movie of the Rebuild of Evangelion saga, has been released, I'm finally ready to discuss all the movies as a whole, including my interpretation of the ending...

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!

I've been a fan of Evangelion for nearly 20 years, starting back in 2002. After hearing the series praised by some classmates, I asked for the DVD set of the original TV anime for Christmas that year. I was 15 years old and a fairly new anime fan at the time, so naturally I was blown away by the show. The Internet was young then, and since there were no fandom wikis or YouTube explanation videos available in those days, I had to rely on a few scattered fan sites and my own resources (mostly bonus features on the old DVDs) to try and figure out the lore and symbolism. Even though many aspects of the series, as well as the eventual "true ending" movie, End of Evangelion, left me scratching my head, I still loved it and it left a long-lasting impression on me. And now, here I am almost two decades later, sharing my thoughts about the new movies...

-Before Thrice Upon a Time was released, I hadn't touched Evangelion since 3.33 came out in 2012. I had forgotten many details, and since Evangelion is a franchise that is fraught with nuances and subtleties that can be key to understanding what the heck is going on, I wanted to watch all the Rebuild movies again before watching Thrice Upon a Time. So I plowed through all four movies this week, and I gotta say, after being away from the franchise for so many years, I'm happy to report that I still thoroughly enjoyed it. But I can also recognize that it is definitely not a series for everyone. The drawn-out technobabble, constant introduction of lore jargon with little to no explanation, and the ambiguity between what's real and what's symbolic, can certainly turn off casual viewers (it gives Kingdom Hearts lore a run for its money!) Funnily enough, as I was watching the Rebuild movies, I was thinking, "I understood the lore better 20 years ago than I do now, lol" (maybe it's because I was younger and didn't have as strong of a theorizing mind as I do now!) But after reading through a bunch of pages on the EvaGeeks Wiki, I learned enough to get a gist of the story's vaguer elements. But unfortunately, the fact that information necessary for understanding the plot can only be found by Internet research, could certainly be a turn-off for viewers. But at the same time, for those willing to make the commitment, or at least appreciate the series' other qualities even if you can't follow many aspects of the lore, it's definitely an anime unlike any other. There's a reason it's been such a well-known franchise in Japan for so long.

-Asuka has been one of my favorite anime characters ever since I saw the original Eva TV series, and thankfully, I'm happy with what they did with her character in the Rebuild movies. My only complaint is that I preferred her original backstory that emphasized her relationship with her mother, rather than having a "clone-complex" similar to Rei. However, her character development in this new storyline made up for it. The Rebuild movies really nailed her abrasive, no-nonsense personality that hides depth within. There were also more scenes that showed her "softer" side, something I always felt was lacking in the original series, such as when she confides in Misato towards the end of 2.22 and when she confesses her feelings to Shinji in Thrice Upon a Time. I also felt her initial dislike for Shinji and Rei was a bit more warranted this time; despising the fact that they were able to become Eva pilots purely by connection to Gendo while she had to work hard for it. But again, we get more hints at her kinder side when she makes the sacrifice to help Rei get Shinji and Gendo together. This is pretty contrasting to the original series, where she was always oozing hate for Rei. Even their infamous elevator scene ended differently in 2.22 compared to the TV series, where instead of hitting and yelling at Rei, she agrees to help her (in her subtle, Asuka-way). Asuka and Rei also had a brief scene together when they were at Village 3 in Thrice Upon a Time, and the way Asuka talked to her made me feel like she actually cared about her, or at least didn't hate her. But even with the Rebuild movies giving Asuka more scenes to show her goodness, they still stayed true to her tough-love personality - it's not like she suddenly started smiling a lot, or gave Shinji a passionate hug, or broke out in tears...they developed her character without making her do a 180 change, which I appreciated. Even in her final scene with Shinji on the beach before he saves her (loved that scene, and the shoutout to End of Eva there) she still reacted in her "tsundere" way (though not as harshly of course). I'd also like to mention that they made the fourteen year time-skip in 3.33 very believable in terms of Asuka's growth. I really liked the hardened, lone-wolf, protector role she had in Thrice Upon a Time because it makes sense - fourteen years had passed and she not only matured during that time, but she had spent all those years being the sole Eva pilot along with Mari fighting to protect humanity, so settling into that kind of identity makes sense for her. But yeah, Asuka's always been a great character, and the Rebuild movies made her even more awesome in my opinion.

-When I first watched 2.22 years ago when it came out, I was puzzled that they decided to put Asuka in the Eva that Unit-01 ends up destroying rather than Toji. But looking back on it it now, it worked better since they had a plan for Toji's character that had nothing to do with the Evas. I did kind of miss Asuka's friendship with Hikari though (they could have tied that into her staying with Toji and Hikari at Village 3 instead of with Kensuke). I actually wrote a WYDS fanfic for End of Evangelion way back in 2003 that emphasizes Asuka and Hikari's friendship (that's somehow still on Fanfiction.net!) But she got a friendship with Mari instead, so it's fine, lol (I also liked that they removed her crush on Kaji, which I never thought fit well in the original series). But I do wish we got to see what was going through her mind while she was stuck in the Eva and getting attacked by Unit-01. We know she was aware of what was going on because she knew what Shinji did (that he didn't try to save her or attack) so it would have been nice to see a scene or two of her reactions.

-Misato was always my second favorite character after Asuka, but I wasn't thrilled with the coldness she exhibited towards Shinji after the time-skip in 3.33. I know she probably got hardened after all those years and maybe still felt resentment towards him for initiating Near Third Impact (which killed Kaji among others). But even so, I felt like her coldness was more to keep the suspense rather than stay true to her character (plus she was the one encouraging him to do what we wanted at the time of Near Third Impact). It makes sense for Asuka to be cold to Shinji, since she was always standoffish like that, but Misato was always shown to be a source of warmth and the most "human" of the characters. But at least she made up with Shinji in the end and got to finish her story arc with a bang (literally).

-I'm not sure if it's still a thing now, but back in the day, Shinji got a lot of hate from anime fans for being too whiny and indecisive when confronted with his task of piloting the Eva. But even all those years ago, I always thought those reactions made him believable. Maybe it's because he's compared to anime shonen heroes like Naruto and Luffy, who are always cheerful and brimming with motivation, while Shinji is pretty much the opposite of those kinds of characters. But it makes sense for him to be like that...if I were a fourteen-year old kid who never knew my mother, had a father who abandoned me, and had to live on my own in a crumbling world while witnessing death and destruction all around, I'd be pretty hesitant and scared too. He's definitely not a "wish-fulfilling" protagonist like many shonen and super heroes are, but a protagonist grounded more in reality, representing a disillusioned youth. So it was nice to see him finally get over his insecurities and be proactive with saving everyone at the end of Thrice Upon a Time (compared to everyone giving him the pep talk at the end of the original series). Though I did think his personality shift was a bit abrupt...he was at his lowest point at the beginning of Thrice Upon a Time, but the one kind gesture from Rei seemed to immediately snap him out of it. A little more gradual build-up to his change would have been better, but it's a nitpick.

-Mari was an enigma in 2.22 and 3.33, so I was hoping Thrice Upon a Time would give us her origin story. Unfortunately, it didn't offer much and maybe brought up more questions than not. My main question is, we see that she knew Gendo and Yui when they were younger, yet if she was their age then, that doesn't match up to the age she appears to be when Shinji first meets her. So she must have been afflicted with the "Eva curse" all those years back, which means she must have become an Eva pilot around that time, but it seems too soon. I thought the first Evangelion pilots didn't exist until after Yui died, so Mari should have been older...I don't know, I'm still having trouble figuring out her place in the timeline. But besides that, I did like her relationship with Asuka that we see in Thrice Upon a Time. Again, it makes sense in terms of the time-skip that they'd develop a good friendship after spending all those years being Eva pilots together.

-I don't have a lot to say about Rei, since I feel her story arc is one of the simpler ones (which isn't saying much for this series, lol). The scenes of her in Village 3 in Thrice Upon a Time were endearing, though I knew they would end in tragedy. Actually, that whole part of the movie with the characters spending time in the village was great. The world-building in those scenes was fantastic too - it really felt like what a post-apocolyptic survival camp in that situation would be like. It was nice to see the characters partaking in and reacting to situations that don't have to do with Angels and Evas (spin-off series for this when?)

-And lastly, how did I interpret the end of the Rebuild saga? Was I satisfied with how it ended? Right after I watched Thrice Upon a Time, I wasn't totally sure. But after reading some more wiki pages and watching some explanation videos, especially this one here (it's a great explanation if you can forgive the bad pronunciation of the names), I've realized just how brilliant of a conclusion it is. There's been speculation that the story involves a time loop, with the events of the original TV series, as well as the Death & Rebirth and End of Evangelion movies, being different versions of the time loop, while the Rebuild movies is where the loop ends because Shinji finally overcomes the pain of his past and can restore the world this time (while he had failed to in the previous loops). I don't think it's a time loop so much as a cycle that keeps resetting and repeating. Further support for this theory is that Kaoru acts like he's met Shinji before, since he's reborn in each cycle to meet Shinji only to be killed by him later (all the coffins seen on the moon are for his past/future selves). I think the final movie title is symbolic of this too, with "Thrice Upon a Time" meaning "three times upon a time," the three times being the three cycles of the Evangelion story: the original TV series, the movies Death & Rebirth and The End of Evangelion, and finally the Rebirth movies. But mostly, the scene towards the end where Shinji meets Rei in the anti-verse, and they're standing in what appears to be a filming room while projected images from the Eva TV series are shown behind them. This to me symbolizes that the original Eva series exists in the Rebuild movies as one version of the cycle, and Shinji has now finally broken out of the loop. Once Shinji has saved everyone, the filming room (which symbolizes the old versions of the story, as I believe it's supposed to be the room where live-action footage used in previous Eva works was filmed) fades away and the literal animation around Shinji begins to break down into its purest forms, as key animation, then layouts, etc., - a near 4th wall-breaking depiction of the world resetting. However, Gendo and Yui had sacrificed themselves so that Shinji wouldn't have to, so Mari is able to pull him back into the world, just like she had promised. In the end, Shinji is able to join his friends in the new world that's free of Evas. Without the Eva curse, all the pilots are now their proper ages as well. The movie closes with Mari and Shinji heading off somewhere in their new lives while the environment merges into live-action footage, representing the fact that the story has now transcended animation and is now "real" because the cycle has finally ended and a true Neon Genesis took place. Like many aspects of the franchise, there are many ways to interpret this ending, but this is the interpretation I've settled on.

-While I am satisfied with the ending overall, I do wish the epilogue showed us more of what the other characters were doing, especially the survivors from Wille and Village 3. I know we can assume they're living out their lives as well, but it would have been nice to get confirmation of that with a few quick cameos. But there are some main characters whose fates are uncertain, particularly Misato, Kaji, and Fuyutsuki. I'm assuming the only people Shinji was able to save were the ones whose souls were still bound to Evas, namely Asuka, Rei, and Kaoru. I don't know about Kaji since I'm still not clear on exactly how he died. Maybe Shinji couldn't save Misato because she died "for real" and wasn't just trapped inside an Eva/Angel. But it is implied that many souls, not just Eva pilots, were saved when the world was restored...so maybe she was too? And like Kaji, I'm not sure what happened with Fuyutsuki. Did he turn into LCL because he gave up his humanity in some way, like Gendo? I'm also a little salty that we didn't get a decent shot of adult Asuka at the train station, lol. I'm not sure if the ending was hinting at Mari and Shinji being an item...possibly Rei and Kaoru too, maybe even Asuka and Kensuke. Like many things in the franchise, the eventual pairings, or lack thereof, could be interpreted in many ways.

In conclusion, while there were some aspects of the old Eva TV series and movies that I liked better, the Rebuild movies overall did an excellent job of retelling the story with the same rich lore and thought-provoking symbolism that we're used to for the franchise, but with enough new twists to make it stand out. And as I mentioned in my interpretation of the ending, these movies weren't just a retelling but a redefinition of the franchise as whole, bringing together the previous versions of the story and giving them true closure. Though we could see some spin-off material at some point, Thrice Upon a Time does seem like it was intended to be the final installment of the Evangelion series. While I was satisfied enough with the endings for the TV series and End of Eva movie, having watched the Rebuild movies, I do believe they're the "retelling we didn't know we needed." It's a tad bittersweet to know that such an influential franchise, and one of my favorite anime for years, has come to its true end. So, to translate the text in the below fan art...

"Thank you , Evangelion."

*Artwork credited to リオ on pixiv*

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ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs...♠| 08

⤖ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇs? Jᴜɴɢ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ…ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

⤖ Mᴀғɪᴀ Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ x ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, Aɴɢsᴛ, sᴍᴜᴛ, sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ!ᴀᴜ,

A/N: Unedited. This is kind of a filler chapter. Finally entering Phase 2 of this story. Lol yall don’t know what that means, but my goodness did it take a while. Please ignore any typos!

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Y/N:

He hates me. I know it. I crossed the line. That’s probably what I did. I kissed him on the cheek? I confessed my feelings and probably made him even more uncomfortable? Way to go Y/n! Way to go!

It’s been 7 days since the Charity Gala, and while things were buzzing in the news about the transportation company that was being sued for the “loss” of the real artworks, Hoseok has been ignoring me like the plague. Or so I think.

Jennie and I are at the headquarters as much as we are at the hospital and in each visit, and I haven’t seen Hoseok once. No one said anything about him, or where he might be, so I can only assume I angered him. My heart feels...crushed? I thought there was a warm moment, a real moment somewhere in that night of fake hugs and smiles.

It must have been the alcohol getting to my head, thinking that something was...beginning. It was silent as Jennie and I cleaned up the operating area, the patient still not woken as he rested in the recovery bed.

This is 3rd surgery Jennie and I have performed for the black market. I seem to be the only uncomfortable, seeing as Jennie hums calmly while stripping the dirty gloves off her hands and slipping off the disposable plastic apron to reveal the dark blue scrubs that I also wore. I copied her motions, slipping my gloves off and throwing the apron into the trash bin.

I took a deep breath and placed my hands on my hips. After the patient was awake and well enough to leave, we’ll have to come back and clean the area better.

I looked over at Jennie who stared back at me with a knowing look, “Jungkook said he was buying fried chicken for everyone.” She spoke softly, glancing towards the knocked-out patient. I wordlessly walked past her to the sink, washing my hands with soap and drying them off.

I moved to the side, giving her the space to do the same. Her hair was pulled up into a high bun, and though I nagged her about that being inappropriate for surgery, she looked like a chich college student.

I stood by the sink waiting for her while she hummed to herself. She’s been very happy lately. It’s because of Jaehyun. He makes her happy, and the love radiating from her was depressing. She cheered me on, telling me that the kiss on the cheek was a brave move. It was a great move! I was being assertive!

But why do I feel like shit? Not a single text, not a call or even an order passed down to Jungkook. Hoseok is missing in action, and no one wants to admit it. If he didn’t hate me before, he hates me now.

We walked out of the room and out the lobby area, finding a chaotic scene. Six men seated around the large round table, fussing and bickering with boxes of fried chicken sat between them. I snickered at the scene, watching Jin stood from his seat to yell at Taehyung.

“You said you didn’t like Lemon pepper! Why are they over on your side!” His voice echoed through the place, while his eyes widen. He shook his head vigorously and his face turned a bright red. Giggles emerged in the room as Taehyung pushed the basket of chicken across the table.

I quietly walked up to a seat beside Namjoon who showed me a kind smile.

“Done with the surgery already?” Jimin chimes. I nod, glancing over the different types of chicken. Jennie sits about 3 seats away from me, digging into the food right away. Namjoon pushes a basket of some wings, silently offering it to me.

“Is Hoseok avoiding me?” I asked softly, I was hoping they wouldn’t hear me. That the loud smacking of lips as they ate would drown out my words, but everyone stopped to look at me. Yoongi’s brows furrowed and he looked towards the others as if they had the answer.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked from beside me. I sighed, leaning forward, looking over the wings once more.

“I haven’t seen him since the gala, and he’s not ordering me around like he usually does…” I trail off as I realize I sound like a whining child.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at me, chewing the last of the food in his mouth before speaking.

“Boss traveled Y/n, I thought you knew,” Jungkook said a matter of a fact. My mouth made a small O shape, embarrassment consuming my whole body.

“He traveled?” I questioned, looking to Jin who was nodding slowly.

“He left 2 days after the gala, he has some business in Japan. I told him to tell you, but I guess he didn’t.” Jungkook adds with his eyes focused on the wing in his hands. His gaze flickered up to me knowingly.

Jungkook hasn’t asked me what we were arguing about at the gala when he interrupted, the ride home is silent, while I sniffled and wiped my tears. I can’t be certain why I was crying. Maybe it was because he thought so little of my feelings? Or he found it so hard to believe that someone could like him?

“Why would Boss avoid you?” Namjoon asked, before pointing at the wings he set in front of me. It was silent order to start eating or he was going to take them for himself.

I reached forward and grabbed one wing, twisting it around with my fingers. I can’t be sure what the flavor is, but that didn’t matter right now. The room grew quiet, some chewing and shuffling containers being all that’s heard.

I sighed, “I kissed him--”

“You kissed boss?!” Jungkook exclaims in...excitement?

“--On the cheek!” I add quickly, not wanting him to jump to conclusions.

“Wow noona” Jungkook said with his wide eyes gleaming, “and what did he do?

I shrugged, “Nothing. He didn’t say or do anything.” I took a bite of the wing, looking up to see all the guys at the table smiling slightly.

“So what were you so worried about?” Taehyung voices as he reaches for a napkin to clean his mouth.

“I thought I crossed the line? I didn’t want to anger him or come on too strong.” I was hesitant to say anymore. I only really talk to Jungkook. This is the first time I’m really having a conversation with anyone. Other than Yoongi of course. I didn’t feel uncomfortable though.

The older guys, Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi, weren’t strangers; but they certainly weren’t close friends. They work the closest with Hoseok, so I don't see them as often as I do Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. They do the more of the details for Hoseok. They aren’t as eager to share as the younger guys.

“Hoseok will only protest never encourage.” When Seokjin says it like he’s solved the case, my brows furrow. I’m not following.

After meeting my unclear facial expression, he sighed and leaned back in his seat.

“He didn’t say anything, so he didn’t hate it. If he didn’t like it, he’d let you know for sure.”

“That’s just how Hoseok is.” Yoongi adds simply, “And if you are so curious to what he’s up to, just call him.”

“Call him?”

“Duh. If you’re bothering him, he won’t even pick up. You’ve already gone ahead to do something bold like kissing him, you can’t get bashful now.” Yoongi starts to work on another wing, taking a big bite before reaching for the open water bottle on the table. He pushes his hair back, despite the thick headband that was already feeding that purpose.

Jennie hadn’t spoken this whole time, too busy stuffing her face with wings. I kept eating while she wiped her mouth with her arm, my eyes widening at the uncharacteristic behavior. Jaehyun is rubbing off on her and that’s clear. Jennie used to be ...stiff. A bit stuck up but not enough to come off as a bitch.

She had high standards and expected only the finer things, yet she would also go with the flow of things, not wanting on the chance to experience something she could later brag about. Since meeting Jaehyun, she has loosened up in terms of the proper chip that was on her shoulder.

“I say,” She takes a sip of water, but I’m pretty sure that wasn’t her water to take.

She repeats herself, “I say you keep on with what you’re doing. Be forward. You have to be with a laid back guy like Hoseok. Call him, holding his hand, kiss his cheek and all that. If he says he doesn’t like it, stop.”

Taehyung claps his hands together, “We won’t say anything about it and act oblivious! Just do what feels right and we’ll act like it’s nothing new!”

Taehyung pumps his fight up into the air, the whole action being something you’d expect if he was drunk.

“Operation ‘help Boss understand Y/n’s feelings’ is a go!”

“He understands,” I mumble, “I told him that I liked that despite his lifestyle.”

Taehyung shook his head, “No Y/n...we need him to understand!” He deepened his voice on the word ‘understand’.

“Hyung is very smart, but he’s also...dense when it comes to things like this. For him to understand, he needs to see actions. Once he feels like he’s got a handle on the situation, he’ll possibly respond or make a move.”

I chuckled, “You really know Hoseok really well.”

Taehyung kisses his teeth, “I’ve been studying the mystery that is Jung Hoseok for 8 years now.”

~!~

It sounded so easy when the others were talking about it. Call him. Don’t text him, but call him. But now that I am lying on my bed, the butterflies in my stomach were overwhelming. I look at the clock on my wall to see that it’s nearing 10pm, I’m sure he’s awake.

I grabbed my phone, scrolling and finding his contract. I pressed his name and watched the screen change as the number dialed. I placed the phone on speaker, staring up at the ceiling while I waited, hoping to hear his voice.

A few more rings later, and it went to voicemail. I sighed, hanging up before it could start recording. Of course, he’s busy. According to Namjoon, Hoseok is going for his actual investment work. One day I’ll get Hoseok to tell me more about his investment company. It’s thriving and doing well.

I turned onto my side, sleep suddenly growing heavy on my eyes. It’s been a long day and I was finally feeling the tiring work of the day while my body relaxed and went slack against my bed and pillow.

I don’t remember how long my eyes were closed before I felt a buzzing vibrating the bed. My eyes fluttered open, and though my vision was blurry, I could make out the caller ID.

I grabbed my phone quickly, swiping to answer and hitting the speaker button. I set it down on my bed, staring at the black screen while soft breathing sounded through the iPhone speaker.

“Doc.” He said quietly. He sounded bored, with no sense of urgency or sleepiness. I looked at the clock again. It is 11:34pm.

“Hi.” I croaked, eyes widen at my own voice. I cleared my throat as quietly as I could.

“I woke you up.” He said, almost sounding sorry.

I shook my head slowly as if he could see me lying there in my bed, with my hair a mess and my baggy T-shirt and shorts.

“I don’t mind. I don’t work tomorrow.” I answered. There a beat of silence, and I can hear cars zooming in the background.

“You called me?” He sounded annoyed, not because I called, but the fact that I wasn’t speaking.

“Yeah,” I replied softly, “I didn’t realize you traveled.”

“I guess I didn’t tell you, it was sort of last minute. I had to handle some business.” He replied.

“Oh, I see.” I pause for a moment, “I hope I’m not bothering you when you’re busy.” I rush out that last bit, my nerves getting to me.

“No, you’re not.”

“Ok, cool. Umm...how much longer are you staying in Japan?” My desperate attempts at preventing an awkward silence.

“Why?” I could hear the smirk in his voice, “Do you miss me?” He chuckles soon after, showing that he was teasing. I bit on my bottom lip nervously as he laughed. I gripped my bedsheets in on hand and closed my eyes, thinking of how I should be bold. Without opening my eyes I spoke the first thing that came to mind.

“I miss you a lot.” Hearing the words leave my lips caused my skin to tingle. My eyes remain closed while I listen to Hoseok on the other line. His laughter dies down and I heard a slight shuffle. He doesn’t speak for a short time, leaving me in my dread and fear.

“I’ll be back in 4 days,” His teasing tone was no more, he spoke simply and plainly. My shoulders drop in relief. He’s ignoring my statement, which I regret even saying so him ignoring it is for the best. I heard more shuffling and what sounded like a car door closing.

My eyes stay closed as I speak again.

“Good,” My voice is light, sleepiness taking hold of me again. I yawned lightly, and we sit in silence for a little while.

“Go to bed, Y/n.” Sounding like he was ordering a child. But I was too tired to say something smart.

“Good night Hoseok, sorry for bothering you,” I muttered.

He takes in a deep breath, sounding like he made up his mind on something, “Y/n?”

I hum in reply, irritation rising as he was keeping me from falling asleep.

“Whenever you start missing me, just call me.” He said the words casually, but he spoke quietly this time. My eyes snapped open in surprise. He cleared his throat, showing discomfort with his own words. He’s nervous? I looked at my phone in time to see the screen flash to black as he hung up the phone without a goodbye.

What...did...he--

He said to call him whenever I start missing him? I laid there with my eyes wide and my mind empty. My heart racing to the point of my vision vibrating as I stared blankly at the wall opposite of me.

The conversation was short, awkward and almost forced but...it wasn’t awful. I would like to think that he enjoyed our conversation. He also didn’t say anything about the kiss or the gala. But it was nice to have a small normal chat.

Whenever you start missing me, just call me.

My lips turned up into a shy smile, “He’s too cute.” I say to no one in particular.

To say, nothing had changed...wrong. But to say things had changed would also be wrong. Hoseok hasn’t brought up the gala, the kiss or even the investigation being conducted on the small delivering company that is being accused of swapping the real art with fake art.

Hoseok wasn’t really attempting to make conversation, but he wouldn’t suggest hanging up whenever we sat in silence. He comes back from Japan tomorrow, but I’ve called him 2 more times in the past 3 days. Usually later at night, when he is on his way back to the hotel. Calling him the second time was harder than calling the first time.

Whenever you start missing me, just call me. What was that? Where did that come from? He doesn’t make mention of it again, and neither do I. But it feels like his words loomed over us with every conversation we had. Like he wanted to say something about it but was waiting for me to bring it up.

I stared up at the ceiling as I heard the shuffling of bedsheets and blankets. Unlike the other times I called, Hoseok was actually in his hotel bed this time. Since our conversations were barely conversations. I’d ask him how his day was, I’d get a one-word answer followed by me desperately trying to keep the flow of things going. I wanted to try and dig deeper. If he doesn’t want to tell me. He won’t.

“Hoseok?” My voice sounds quiet and lacks confidence. When he replies he sounds distracted and I can faintly hear his fingers tapping away at his phone screen.

“Yeah?” He sounds distracted.

“So you took over for your father when you were 16?” I asked timidly, a slight tremble in my voice. I heard another shuffle, with a small sigh following after.

“Yeah,” He answered, “No big deal.”

He was trying to brush it off, but I wasn’t going to move on that quickly.

“It must have been scary...dealing with the death of your father, but also being ushered into such a big role.”

“I don’t want your pity.” He hissed. My heart dropped a bit, feeling the peaceful chat turning dour.

“I’m not pitying you, I just imagine it must have been hard.”

“I managed, I had the guys to help me out. I did what was expected of me and I turned out fine.”

I opened my mouth to reply but he kept speaking, so I sat and listened.

“My dad was sick, and I knew what was coming so I was ready for it. I prepared and was able to move forward.”

“How do you prepare for something like that? Taking such a big role I mean.”

He groans, “I don’t know. I just stopped hanging out with friends, I stopped my hobbies and things like that. My relationship with the guys also changed. It was...rough.”

My eyes perked up, “You knew the guys before?”

Hoseok lets out a humorless chuckle, a bitterness underlying the action.

“They were my best friends before I became their boss.” He sounded sad, and I felt sad as well. There was a longing in his voice. How much as his relationship with the boys changed? They seem...close, right? I wouldn’t exactly call their relationship the typical friendship, but I wouldn’t say it’s lacking.

Before I respond, ready to reassure Hoseok, a thought enters my mind. I don’t know what their friendship was before, and how or why did the guys agree to do such work for Hoseok? Were they already aware of Hoseok’s father and the lifestyle he had?

“They’re still your best friends now.” I inject, wondering why he was speaking in the past tense.

He scoffs, “Nah, I wouldn’t agree.”

“Why?”

“They just work for me at this point, I doubt they like me anymore.” The statement sounded so insecure. My brows furrowed and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The flashbacks to Taehyung’s cheeky smile as he spoke about Hoseok were battling the words I just heard.

“What?” I shake my head, “What would make you think that? Has the boss, employee overshadowed the friendship? Is that what you think?”

He doesn’t respond, leaving me with his calm breathing as a sign of his distress.

“I don’t think it’s that way at all Hoseok! If you feel that way, I think you should talk to them about it.”

When he still refuses to speak, my heart grows heavier. Does he go around just thinking everyone holds some sort of animosity, does he? The conversation at the gala makes sense, and a light bulb flickers on above my head.

Do you really like me?

“Why are you so keen on having everyone detest you?” My tone comes out a bit rougher than I intended, but it doesn’t seem like he noticed.

“My line of work doesn’t really let me be a people person.”

“But that’s work, isn’t it? There’s a time where you gotta shut the work mindset off...right?”

Another beat of silence, my own breathing sounding louder than Hoseok’s. Another shuffle from his end and a grunt. I’m guessing he was changing his position on the bed.

“Go to sleep, doc. You’ll see me tomorrow.” That’s all he said and the line disconnected. He hung up.

Once again I’m left lying in my bed with my thumping heart and my thoughts. What a ball of secrets Jung Hoseok is. Just what is going on in that head and heart of his?

~!~

“We did the best we could,” I said to Jennie as we walked down the hospital hallway. We trailed behind Dr. Lee who was looking down at his clipboard. Our heels click against the tile floor, as we zoom towards room 323. We were on our way to check on a patient who just woke from a surgery we performed the day before.

We already knew this was going to be a rough one. A terrible car accident has left a couple in a sad state. The wife, an older woman in her early 50’s had damage to her legs, leaving her partially paralyzed. Only temporarily. With proper physical therapy, Ms. Cho will be able to walk again.

As for Mr. Cho, he is stuck in a sleep-like-state. A coma, one could say, however it is believed that he can hear his surroundings. Though we did surgery to stop the internal bleeding, the seriousness of his injuries can’t be known until he awake.

I glanced at my outfit, the yellow dress seeming too bright for the depressing atmosphere we were going to enter. However, the yellow dress was significant to my mood. The happy butterflies floating around my stomach were clouding my focus.

It was a dress Jennie gifted me a few months back, and it sat in my closet collecting dust. The dress stopped right at my knees, it’s shaping being form-fitting with being skin tight. The hem of the skirt ruffled out, giving it a spring vibe. The whole dress was covered in white polka dots, less than you would regularly see for the pattern. The v neck wasn’t deep enough to be inappropriate, and the sort sleeves also had the same ruffle as the skirt hem. My white heels complimented the whole look.

When I strolled into work today, Jennie was sipping her coffee, only to have her eyes widen as she choked.

“Wow,” She breathed, “You look hot!” I cringed, gesturing my hands for her to bring her voice down. She was being too loud. A few nurses turned their eyes, raising their eyebrows.

“Mr. Jung must be returning today,” one of the nurses at the help desk muttered loudly, “I heard he hasn’t been at any board meetings because he traveled.” I turned my head towards the voice to meet a teasing set of eyes.

I stared at her and she shrugged, “Am I wrong?” She giggled looking me up and down. The other nurses giggled along with her.

“It is that obvious?” I whispered to Jennie. She took another sip from her Starbucks cup before she gave me a thorough once over. She takes a look at my outfit, a cheesy smile pulling at her lips while her eyes moved up to my face.

“Oh hell yeah.” She chimes. I grunt, covering my face with both hands.

“He’s going to think I’m such a try-hard.” I groaned then adjusted my white doctor’s coat to try to cover the dress more.

Jennie bites her lip, the red lipstick that painted them not smudging one bit. She brought her coffee cup up to her lips as if to take a sip. She raised her shoulders and turned her body to the side as if she was hiding something from me with her body.

“Y/n, I’d be more worried that you’d make him hard.” She whispers just loud enough for me to hear. My face heats up and a coy expression grazes my face.

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know so!” She exclaimed, winking at me.

We stood there waiting for Mr. Lee to arrive. He told us to meet him here at noon, and it’s already 12:23. The longer we stood there talking, the more I noticed glances my way from patients and fellow workers.

“Is the dress inappropriate for work?” My face scrunches up and my insecure questions slip from my lips.

“No, not at all. You’re just giving off different vibes than usual. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, you look good.”

Before I could reply, Jennie spoke again, “You talked to him on the phone yesterday?”

“Yup,” I said popping the p, “The conversation gets...better. It was very weird at first but it’s smoother now. You can tell he doesn’t usually do that kind of thing.”

Jennie nodded in an approving manner, “That’s sweet.” She smiled and took another long sip of her coffee from tossing the empty cup into the nearby trash can. She turned back around just as Dr. Lee rounded the corner.

“Took him long enough,” Jennie said under her breath. She stuffed her hands into her coat pockets, giving me a better look of her outfit. She wore a simple black turtleneck, the fabric looking too thin to protect from any cold, and a sage green skirt that was shorter than my dress with black heels. Her red lipstick popped and her slicked-back ponytail with the side part made her look so slick.

Jennie takes more risks with her outfits than I do. She dances right on the line of a provocative and voguish. No wonder this amazing dress I’m wearing is something she bought me. My hair was down today, Jennie telling me that pulled the outfit together more.

“Sorry for being late ladies. I-” Dr. Lee’s voice catches in his throat as he looked up from his clipboard. He gawked at me, blinking his eyes repeatedly and racking his eyes down my body. He snaps out of his trance not a second later, looking back to my face and shamelessly smiling at me.

“Dr. L/n, you are...breath-taking.” He said honestly.

I roll my eyes, “Thank you, Dr. Lee.”

“Let me take you out to dinner.”

I falsely give it some thought, “Mh, sure! I’ll be sure to bring Mr. Jung along.”

His smile drops at the mention of Hoseok, but the flirty nature in his eyes doesn’t change.

“Well, I’ll always be here.” He said with a wink, looking down at his clipboard again.

“And that’s unfortunate.” Jennie jeered back.

And that’s how we ended up where we are now, marching down the hallway to deliver not so good news to an older lady. By the time we reached the door of room 323, yelling could be heard. A thin and harsh voice was shouting while the calm voice of a nurse battled on.

Dr. Lee opened the door and all the noise stopped.

“Ms. Cho.” Dr. Lee said as he stepped in and we followed.

“Where is my husband?!” She shouts.

Dr. Lee sighs, “Please Ms. Cho, give us some time to help you understand what is going on.”

After she yells on for a few more minutes, Dr. Lee manages to calm her down. Her chest rises and falls intensely as lays back in her hospital bed. Her brows were furrowed and she glowered at us. Her gaze shifted between the 3 of us. Dr. Lee is going to do most of the talking, and we were just here to give the details of the surgery and the results.

Jennie and I took some time to explain to Ms. Cho the results of her surgery along with the condition of her legs. We had to pause for a moment as she cried. I made sure to give her a tissue and tried my best to comfort her. After we finished updating her on her condition, came the hard news of her husband.

There is no easy way to break news like that. And it’s always hard to see how people handle news like this. One of the nurses rubbed her back as she sobbed. Her black hair falling into her face.

We were in there for quite some time, setting up her physical therapy appointments. Jennie was discussing with Dr. Lee while I spoke to the nurse regarding the changes to Ms. Cho’s care.

“Young lady,” Ms. Cho suddenly says to me, sniffling in the process. I look over at her, showing a small smile.

“I know you have many patients to take care of, and you probably hear this a lot. But...my husband is my everything. Please do whatever you can to save him. Money isn’t an issue.” It’s hard to believe this soft-spoken woman was the same angry voice shouting earlier.

Her bloodshot eyes were tired and sad, but in general, she looked young for her age. Her skin lacked wrinkles or any significant sign of aging.

I smiled at her, “Of course Ms. Cho, we will do our best.”

A small smile pulls at the corner of her lips and I watch her eyes move to my white coat, “Dr. L/n?” She reads my name.

I smile, “Yup, that’s me. Y/n L/n.”

“A lovely name for a lovely girl.” She says softly.

“Thank you so much, ma’am. I must say you’re also very beautiful.”

She laughs slightly, having it fade off into a sigh, “My beauty is all I have at this point.”

She throws a gentle punch at her legs, “These things are useless.” She mutters.

“Ms. Cho, you won’t be in a wheelchair forever, we can promise you that,” I assured her.

She looks towards Dr. Lee and back at me, “Is that guy any good? His rehearsed smile and strong cologne are throwing me off.”

I cough to hide my laughter while the nurse closes to me giggles with her hand covering her mouth.

“Dr. Lee is one of the finest doctors I know, he won’t lead you astray. His smile may be a practice, but if there’s one thing that is genuine, it’s his love for helping others.” She nods like my words put her doubts to rest.

“Thank you Dr. L/n, and I apologize for yelling at you earlier. That isn’t like me.” She looks down shyly, clearly embarrassed by her previous behavior.

“Don’t worry about it Mrs. Cho, I would have reacted the same way. You just went through a very disorienting series of events. I wouldn’t expect you to be poised.”

She smiles but soon gasps as if forgetting something.

“And the other driver? How is he?”

While I explained the conditions of the other driver, who also had serious injuries, Jennie and Dr. Lee came back from the corner of the room they were standing in.

“Mrs. Cho, you’ll be staying with us here at Seoul Sky Hospital for some time and we’re happy to have you. We will do whatever we can to give you a steady recovery; we will also work to look after your husband.” She nods, showing a strained smile. After a few more words, we start to shuffle out of the room. I am the last to leave, giving her a small smile.

~!~

I’m sitting in the passenger's seat of the car while Jennie sits in the back with her arms stretched up across the seat. Her back leans against the door while her eyes are closed. Jungkook is driving yelling at Jin who is on speakerphone.

“Boss agreed to buy dinner, and you wanna eat chicken...again? Let’s get noodles!” Jungkook whines. I giggled as he pouts.

“Yah! He said we could order whatever! I’ll order chicken and you order noodles!”

“Why do we have to order from too different places?” Jungkook replies.

“Just figure something out!” Someone barks in the background. It sounds like Yoongi. I can just picture Hoseok sitting among the chaos.

I laughed at their banter, but it came out a bit chopped. My nerves were getting to me. I was quiet most of the ride, but just like everyone said, be bold. Do whatever feels right. What’s the worst that could happen? He could reject me? Embarrass me in front of all the guys, and make the atmosphere?

Yikes! I just cringed at the thought.

I shut the car door and followed behind Jungkook and Jennie as he did the regular door unlocking as well as the double doors. Everyone was in the “lobby” area. Jimin and Taehyung stood around Yoongi who sat at the circular table. They were clearly annoyed him, as he sat there with a blank face as they poked at him.

Jin sat a few sat away from Yoongi and had a smaller MacBook opened.

Namjoon stood in front of the chalkboard, writing and a few things, and beside him was Hoseok. My heart hammered a bit. I could see most of his back, and a bit of his side profile. He on the circular table, some papers in his hands. He was looking between the papers in his hand and the words that Namjoon was writing.

He wore an oversized red t-shirt, and grey joggers with black sneakers. He wore one of those fancy Rolex watches on his risk and his hair was a bit messy.

There’s that same old focused face of his.

Jungkook left my side, heading towards Jin who I guess was ordering food. Jennie gave me a knowing smile and nodded towards Hoseok. I walked further into the room, feeling self-conscious as I caught the guys' attention. I no longer had my white doctor’s coat to hide in.

One of the guys' whistle and I ducked my head down shyly. Namjoon turns around at the sound but Hoseok doesn’t seem to care.

“Hi everyone,” I said shyly as I got closer.

Everyone says their hellos, well everyone but Hoseok. Namjoon smiled at me, his gaze flickering to Hoseok quickly. Namjoon turned back to the blackboard and continued with what he was writing.

Jennie also went about greeting everyone, saying her hellos before taking a seat at the table. She leans back and grins while crossing her arms. I act oblivious to the fact that everyone was secretly waiting for me to approach Hoseok. I walk around the table, ending up on his right side.

“Hey,” I said softly.

“Hey,” Hoseok replies pausing for a beat before looking at me. I don’t miss the way his eyelashes flutter and his eyes flickered down my body quickly.

“How was your flight?” I asked just as his eyes met mine again. His eyes were narrowed

“It was good.” Since he was seated on the table, his line of sight was my face, making us the same height at that moment. He refocuses on what Namjoon is writing.

There’s that warmth I always feel when he’s around. His presence is so...comforting.

I stare at his profile for a second more and just...do what feels right.

I take hold of his bicep while leaning forward and I did the same thing I did at the gala. I kissed him on the cheek. I pulled back, my face still close. He looks at me, eyes wide. I smile in response, almost wanting to laugh at the deer in the headlights expression that was on his face.

“I’m glad you’re back,” I spoke softly. His eyes, no longer wide, scanned over my face. His eyes narrowed and he looked at me...wantingly? My eyes widen in response. Whoa. I drew back completely, taking my hand off his bicep and noticing just how the atmosphere in the room changed.

I faced the board, flustered by Hoseok’s gaze on me.

“S-so what are you writing, Namjoon?” I asked quickly and my heart fluttered, wondering if Hoseok’s eyes were still on me. And they were. I could feel his eyes on the profile of my face. I drew in a deep breath, trying to seem interested in what Namjoon was telling me.

Something about someone going around Korea saying they are ‘Seok’ the mafia head and creating trouble. Someone is basically pretending to be Hoseok.

I nodded understandingly.

“Boss is looking hungry,” Taehyung sang playfully as he walked around the table.

Jennie snickers and to no one, in particular, says, “But not for food.”

I turn to look at Hoseok just in time to see his gaze move from me to the paper in his hand. He scoffs, in a light manner this time, and a small smile stays on his lips as he goes back to reading the document. Chuckles sound through the room at Jennie’s remark. Hoseok doesn’t say anything, focusing on the work at hand.

But the red color of his ears said it all.

“Cute.” I cooed to myself, and Hoseok heard, his red ears getting even brighter.

Hoseok, I’m gonna break those walls down Brick by brick.

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Meet Me in the Middle Chapter 8

Meet Me in the Middle Chapter 7

Word Count: 2790

This fic series is about nodrian’s daughter, Rosetta, not having any prodigy abilities (sorta) and falling in love with a girl named Ellie who is Ruby and Oscar daughter and handling both in the worst possible way.

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Rosetta came into Ellie's room, her hair pulled back and a giant shirt with shorts on and Pudge in hand. Ellie was in her own pajamas with her laptop, movies, and her latest embroidery work on the bed as she had put both the beds together to make a big one.

Rosetta dropped her cat on the bed and Ellie scooped Pudge up right before he got to her embroidery, the curious pet pawing at everything he saw.

"That is not for you mister," she said, scratching behind his ear and making him purr.

She hopped onto the beds, hair flouncing behind her. She looked adorable in her purple pajama set, just like how she looked good in literally anything.

Ellie held up the movies.

"Which one?"

She had several vastly different choices, showing her Shrek, Emma, Love Simon, and Pulp Fiction. Rosetta, ever the sucker for a romantic movie, chose Love Simon.

Ellie popped it in and Lacey dimmed the lights, enough that it was dark but not too dark that Ellie couldn't see her needle work.

She was making a depiction of David by Michelangelo. She absolutely loved remaking iconic artwork from the Renaissance and her favorite artist of all was Michelangelo. She put his art on everything but Rosetta wasn't complaining either. She loved Michelangelo and Renaissance art too, being obsessed with then hands from God Creating Adam.

Obviously though, Ellie strayed form just recreating Michelangelo's work, having put a bunch of famous paintings and pieces like Starry Night and The Persistence of Memory on jeans she had. Ellie had also embroidered Frida Kahlo onto a jean jacket. Any famous piece of art that existed, it seemed Ellie had put it on something. It was what most of her embroidery was, doing other things like flowers or patterns onto objects as requested by people.

Eventually, Ellie set her things aside and focused back on the movie, wiggling her way under the blanket Rosetta had draped over herself, Pudge on top of her and asleep.

"Oh I like Abby's makeup," Rosetta mentioned as they showed them in Cabaret for the school musical.

"I can do it for you if you want," Ellie offered. "I mean you already took off your makeup and washed your face I assume but-"

"Go ahead," Rosetta told her, knowing that it would make her happy. She loved doing other people's makeup. "I mean I'm going to end up taking it off soon anyways but you can do it."

"Yes!" Ellie cheered. "Let me go grab my things."

She hopped off the bad and ran to the bathroom, coming back with her bag and miniature portable ring light. She paused the movie and flicked on the lights, putting her bag down on the bed and suctioning the light to the wall, turning it on.

She crawled on the bed and then over top of Rosetta, pushing her back against the bed and under the light. She settled herself, straddling Rosetta's hips with her thighs.

Rosetta could feel her body heating up, warmth spreading up her neck and face. She was almost certain that Ellie would be able to hear her heart, thundering and about to burst from her chest.

Ellie was on top of her.

Ellie was on top of her!

ELLIE WAS ON TOP OF HER!

She thought she might just black out as Ellie began, grabbing an eyeshadow. One hand was holding the side of her face and the other was maneuvering the brush.

"Are you okay? Your forehead is hot?" Ellie asked.

"Mhmm."

Ellie then pressed a kiss to her forehead and Rosetta nearly screamed.

"You sure you're alright? It feels like you have a temperature."

"Yeah I'm sure," she squeaked.

She gave her a look but didn't press. Instead she had her close her eyes so she could apply the eyeshadow. Rosetta wasn't allowed to open them until Ellie said she could but she could hear and feel her pausing and continuing, palette clanking every time as the metal part of the brush hit it and the bristles then met her eye.

Next she felt eyeliner go on and then she was allowed to open her eyes, only to be told to curl her eyelashes and put on mascara since Ellie knew that Rosetta hated when anyone else did those things for her. She never really liked people being able to go that close to her eyes and be able to nearly stab her too. That and it just felt uncomfortable for her.

"And last touch," Ellie said, pulling out lipstick and popping off the cap. "Open your mouth a bit please."

Rosetta did as told, not having the courage at the moment to be playful at the moment. Ellie's thumb held her bottom lip down gently as she applied it to the top. She let go, placing it on the bottom and making Rosetta's heart pound the whole time. She was almost sure this is what a stroke felt like.

Ellie moved off of her, packing her things away but tossing Rosetta a little hand held mirror.

"What do you think?"

"It's great. Thanks," she said quickly, trying not to melt into a puddle.

Her crush then left to go put her things back in the bathroom, gently snagging back the mirror.

Pudge then moved onto her and she held him tight, needing something to ground her. He meowed in defiance and tried to squirm out.

"Leave that poor baby alone," Ellie said, as she came back in, grabbing a deck of cards off her desk and throwing them at her so she would release him.

Not wanting to get hit in the face by the cards, she let Pudge go and snatched them from the air. Rosetta cleared a space on the bed and dumped them out, proceeding to shuffle them.

"Do you want to play a quick round of go fish?" She asked.

"I don't see why not."

She sat on the bed and Rosetta dealt the cards, even giving a few to Pudge since he liked to do whatever Rosetta did. If he wanted one of her cards he would tap it and she would see if it matched his or not.

They played for a few rounds, Pudge somehow winning two of them, before Ellie stretched and hit the lights.

"I'm tired," she yawned curling up on the bed and patting a spot beside her, gesturing for Rosetta to lie down as well.

"Let me go wash my face."

"So much for the makeup I did," she murmured.

"I warned you did I not?"

She went to the bathroom and rinsed down with water before taking a few pumps of Lana's facewash. They both used the same brand and more then once Lana had come into Beck and Rosetta's room to take some so she wouldn't mind Rosetta taking a little from her.

She dried her face off and then flopped onto the bed. Ellie wiggled closer, her head on her shoulder, breathing already steady. She was asleep in minutes and as much as Rosetta loved her, it had to be one of the most annoying things about her. It was not fair that she could fall asleep in under five minutes when Rosetta couldn't even stay asleep unless she was anywhere but a bed.

She wanted to move position but couldn't with Ellie right there. She didn't want her to move away from her but then reminded herself that a relationship outside of friendship wasn't realistic. It wasn't real and it never would be, no matter how badly she wanted it.

And she wanted it desperately.

She loved everything about Ellie. She loved how gorgeous she was with brown hair and eyes. She loved how she was a sweetheart and loyal and supportive. She loved how she was creative and funny and charming in every aspect and she always smelled great. There was not a bad thing about her. Even when Ellie wanted to experiment with girls, she came to Rosetta purely because they were friends and she didn't want to go and experiment with a random person when she could test it out with Rosetta, someone she wasn't interested in dating wise, and have it be a full on test where they both knew that it could simply just be that, an experiment and nothing more.

And yet even then Rosetta still fell hard when she was well aware that it most likely would never work out anyways. She needed to let it go. Ellie had a boyfriend and wasn't interested in Rosetta or girls. Not anymore.

But it was so hard to get over it when she was with her so much and she didn't want to loose her friendship.

Her heart ached badly.

Ellie was right there beside her, cuddling with her and yet.... it meant nothing. She was nothing with her when Rosetta wanted to badly to have something beyond their friendship. And no matter how hard she tried she couldn't shake off how much she was in love with her.

What made it even worse was that even if she found the courage to confess these feelings to her and somehow, Ellie felt the same way, they would have to hide their relationship for their own safety.

Even in the place that she had been able to express and be herself the most, she was still hiding so much of who she really was. Her grand plan was to just graduate and leave and run away from everything in Gatlon and be happy, no strings attached to any part of her life here.

She just wanted to be happy.

Yet no matter what, that didn't seem like an option and she was terrified of what could happen if she tried. What ever she was able to express at school she couldn't express at home and whatever she couldn't express at school she definitely couldn't express at home on the off chance that someone at her school found out. She had kept everything, even her own EP and music videos, hidden and it wasn't until this year that she started to make an effort to bring them to things though it wasn't like they had ever asked nor cared before hand anyways.

The news about who her parents was had gotten out at the end of last year and after about a week, no one cared. Everyone was focused on their studies and wasn't really interested in anything about the Renegades or Anarchists. In high school, a lot of people just started to grow up and aim for the career they wanted.

It was a refreshing break but that didn't mean that people didn't know anything about her family or she still really wanted anyone to know anything. With the media attention always around, there was always a chance that something Rosetta wanted to keep quiet would get slipped out. While she knew her parents and siblings would never say a word, it would always end up being found out anyways and Rosetta couldn't take that risk especially with her sexuality.

There were still a few people, like one boy at her school named Jack Vales, who were incredibly homophobic and with the world being a better place to come out to now then a while ago, some media sources became more and more daring and would leak people's sexualities which was messed up and only proved to Rosetta that she couldn't let anyone know.

The only people who were aware was Danna, Narcissa, and her friend group because nearly all of them, save Ellie and Beck, were not straight or cis. Often times they covered for her.

However, Rosetta was very open about who her parents were and her sexuality on her TikTok and in her music. The only reason this happened was because the person she was most terrified of finding out, the one kid at her school, didn't have social media and no one at her school was going to snitch on her. Jack wasn't even in the music department and didn't care much for it at all, being in the wood working classes. She also had her TikTok for ages and some how the big tabloids had yet to discover it. It was like a safe haven somehow. She didn't know why but it was.

As stressful as it was, as long as that one kid never found out, her life was just the way she wanted it.

But stress still had its toll.

Rosetta got out of the bed, hugging herself tightly as she cried and went to the bathroom to hide. She didn't want to wake Ellie up and have her find out.

She curled up on the tile floor by the cabinet under the sink, big tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't need the mirror to know that her eyes were puffy and swollen and the thought of it just made her sob harder.

Rosetta clamped a hand over her mouth to try and stifle the noise.

She hated how she was in love with Ellie. She hated how she had to hide herself. She hated how she didn't have powers and how it made her a disappointment. She hated how everyone just seemed to pity her. She hated how no one in her family gave a damn. She hated everything.

Rosetta just wanted her problems to dissolve into nothingness. If not then she wanted to dissolve into nothingness. She had been bottling all of it up so long that she wasn't sure how much more she could take though all she had to do was make it through the end of high school. But most of all she just wanted to be with Ellie.

Suddenly, in the corner of her eye, something white flickered. She looked around there was nothing and decided to ignore it.

Rosetta rubbed her eyes, wiping away tears when it appeared again, only this time only more clear. It was like a bunch of text and numbers.

She blinked out tears and focused ahead. It became more clear and somehow more confusing.

"Date Ellie

Chances: 95%" It read. Rosetta let out a small squeak.

It was impossible. She didn't have powers. She wasn't a prodigy. This was just some insane hallucination. And yet, she also knew that it probably wasn't. In middle school, both incidents that had lead to her expulsion she had sort of wanted to happen. She was so upset that she didn't care what she just wanted something bad to happen to the other person and she wanted to leave school. Both times she got her wishes and both times she remembered a little white blink in the corner of her eye and a shiver run down her spine.

Rosetta then tried to manipulate the numbers.

"Date Ellie

Chances: 100%" It then read, a shiver running down her spine as she changed it. She then returned it back to the original number. It felt wrong to change that. It made Rosetta feel like she was manipulating Ellie in a way, even though she wanted those chances to be 100% and not 95% despite 95 being a pretty good chance.

Rosetta then tried something else, proceeding to change what probability she wanted to manipulate.

"Koi Fish Swimming In a Pool Of Water Above You Appear

Chances: 100%"

And just like that there was a blob of water in the air. Two large koi fish swam calmly through it. Rosetta couldn't believe it.

She then made all the numbers and letters disappear and reappear. It was a little hard at first but after a few tries she got a handle over them. It seemed they would work when they weren't in front of her eyes, but she must not have noticed her abilities for so long because she didn't know that and she didn't know how to make them appear and disappear at will.

Rosetta was exhilarated. She really did have powers. She could probably do anything she wanted.

But she wasn't going to use them on people or to change how her relationships with people were. That felt like it was wrong and above all, to change the way people treated her just changed them as a whole she didn't want to change the way people were naturally to be treated how she wanted to be. Rosetta would be better off just finding new people to be around.

She wasn't going to tell her family either. She was definitely going to Danna and Narcissa tomorrow to tell them and she would definitely tell her friends, but she wasn't going to let her family or anyone else know. Not when she had trouble to cause.

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jassi’s adventures with the persona 5 manga, volume 2, pt. 1!

this volume was actually a bit of a struggle to get but i got it, it’s in my hands, along with volume 3!!

-so last chapter, i complained about ryuji’s awakening being sort of jammed into the end volume 1. well the first few pages of volume 2 more than make up for it by showing him kicking ass, taking names, and enjoying the hell out of himself - it’s nice to see this cocky and confident side to him that he has as skull.

-at one point, morgana jumps in and summons zorro to help out being like ‘can’t you do anything without me?’ and later goes on to call ryuji sloppy. the start of a classic rivalry. also morgana calls him blondie lol.

-also this must have slipped past me but unlike in the game, morgana isn’t there for ryuji’s awakening and is surprised to see that he’s a persona user.

-they have to be reminded of their goal to steal his treasure by morgana but given we’re barely a few pages in, they make their exit to the real world pretty quickly after.

-ryuji’s a lot more confident after awakening his persona - meanwhile cat!morgana turns up and claims he’d noticed something special about ryuji all along and how these two were all part of his infiltration plan. sure, jan.

-though i do like how ryuji raises of the point as to why didn’t morgana just steal the treasure himself if that’s so imperative.

-ryuji takes charge of the calling card - everybody thinks it’s a prank and it features his trademark crappy artwork but i do like how his wording ‘to the creepy bastard of lust, suguru kamoshida’. get ‘im ryuji.

-oh there’s more - ‘we know how shitty you really are taking your base desires out on helpless students, thus we have decided to steal those twisted desires and make you confess your crimes, we will arrive today to commit the deed, prepare thyself, signed the phantom thieves of hearts’

-akira must have helped with writing that lmao - that or ryuji’s a lot more well spoken than i thought.

-ann wonders if it’s because of shiho, meanwhile kamoshida flips the fuck out and demands to know who did this. he starts accusing random students and rips that shit off of the bulletin board. yep, he’s rattled lol.

-the group prepares to end the castle, but ann turns up - even in phantom thief gear, she immediately recognizes skull as ryuji and i guess came to the conclusion that they were the ones who wrote the calling card because kamoshida freaked out so much.

-she wants in on in the action too and there’s a funny exchange where ryuji is trying to explain how they have to go through a palace and she’s like ‘...a palace? yeah, i can see that. it’s a castle. so what?’

-morgana already crushing on her but meanwhile she’s just wondering how the hell that cat talked. there’s a funny little callback to the ‘castle vs palace’ line with ann, who seems to be getting confused by the two.

-ryuji just kind of tells her to get lost and starts shoving her away - she looks to akira for help but he’s just like ‘we’ll take care of kamoshida’ - though to be fair, he does mention feeling bad about it.

-there’s a lot of castle parkour, ryuji nearly slips and falls off the side of a wall.

-a lot of the following pages are game accurate - morgana loves treasure, they grab it and try to carry the giant crown, kamoshida spots them, though he offers to trade them ann (who i guess at some point he captured) for it.

-the next chapter is ann flashback one, lots of references to her alienation by her classmates, they think she sticks out like a sore thumb because she’s not fully japanese, her hair and her eyes are too different, they treat her like a foreigner, they find her really aloof and generally just a lot of gossiping and whispering going on around her.

-‘this is what it’s like for me every day.’

-i can’t tell if this a first meeting between ann and shiho but it looks like they’re in art class and shiho tells ann her art sucks - but then says she finds it really unique and weird. ann bursts of laughing at this and it looks to be the start of a best friendship here?

-she’s strapped to that crucifix looking thing - kamoshida grabs her face which just makes me shudder, and it’s mentioned she went back in and got ambushed by the cards. he’s still trying to convince them to trade her for the crown.

-...they give it back - aww, such sweet guys, but asshole kamoshida never planned on being honest and calls ann an ‘interesting new toy to play with’ and says how he likes seeing the looks of helpless frustration on people.

-he grabs ann’s face AGAIN - asking what fun he can have with his new toy and cognitive ann makes her entrance basically saying that he can’t let ann talk back to him like that.

-i know that cognition is more or less well explained but it’s still disgusting that kamoshida’s perception of ann is that of a skimpily dressed, obedient, mindless sex slave. the whole idea of cognitive ann is just so repulsive to me.

-ann rightfully calls him insane - kamoshida doesn’t like that and THREATENS TO DISSECT HER IN FRONT OF THEM, WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK.

-he goes on another disgusting tangent about how everyone is his slaves and calls shiho a stupid girl, saying there are more slaves where she came from and she was just a poor substitute for ann. he says he had shiho ‘take her place’ and while it’s never outright said, i’m sure you can infer what happened and to put the icing on the cake, he blames it on ann saying that if she would have just graciously accepted his advances, none of this would have happened.

-he asks her if she thinks she actually has the right to feel angry - wtf man??

-ryuji and akira give her a pep talk saying how they’re nobody’s slaves and neither is she, even before they become phantom thieves together, they’re such good friends to her.

-ann’s had about enough of everything and is getting pissed off - i think there’s an awakening coming on!!

-her awakening is actually really cool, though with the black and white color scheme, her mask gives me catwoman vibes but carmen? super beautiful. ._.

-her tangent is more or less the same in the game - he took everything from shiho, she’s gonna take everything from him. still super badass!!

-the first four phantom thieves have assembled - and kamoshida is not taking this well!

-he morphs into his shadow form and devours his own guards and from here, the next few pages are more or less the boss fight in manga form.

-there’s a panel where joker saves ann and they’re like staring into each other’s eyes, ryuji’s in the background being like ‘i helped too! where’s my thanks?!’

-kamoshida drinks from his giant drink glass and he’s all healed up.

even though the book feels about the same size as volume 1, it feels like there’s a whole lot more to go through with it, so i’ll be tackling it in parts, i think. this volume doesn’t even end with kamoshida’s defeat, that’s only about halfway through - and they still have time to introduce yusuke afterwards, though i’m pretty sure that all of the actual madarame stuff is properly covered in volume 3, but yeah, ann was handled a lot better in this version, she got a lot more screntime, a lot more badass scenes, i liked the development with her. kamoshida continues to be an immense pile of shit and it’s just fun watching ryuji grow more confident in himself as a phantom thief!

#( ooc. )

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Stuff I did and do and gonna have done

It’s been so long since I posted a catch-all post to Tumblr that even I’m having trouble scrolling down that far. So, since it’s probably been a couple of years now since that one, I’ll do some Shameless Self Promotion and throw together a catalog.

Shall we, behind the cut?

Longfics:

Someone To Watch Over Me: Adrien is having massive problems at home... and Akumas are headed his way. Marinette notices that he’s not himself, and sets out to help -- in both her identities. A Ladrienette triangle develops, with both of our young heroes hanging on for the ride... and that’s just how it begins. Complete, 24 chapters, 225k words. Original inspiration by @buggachat.

The Marinette Project: The school year ends, and Adrien notices that Marinette seems really down about that. As Chat Noir, he sets out to bring her spirits back up over the summer... and quickly finds himself in way over his head. Mostly Marichat. Complete, 14 chapters, 90k words.

Tyger, Tyger, Burning Bright: A new villain’s attack targets Marinette by chance, and knocks Tikki out of commission indefinitely. Chat Noir gets an opportunity to choose a temporary partner -- and three guesses whose balcony he lands on. But his choice of Miraculous isn’t quite as predictable... and a devilish Tiger Kwami has way too much fun helping Marinette rediscover herself. Marichat-ish. Complete, 9 chapters, 68k words. Comic-ization in progress via @brittsarts!

Let’s Take It From The Top: A reboot AU in which Gabriel brings home the Cat and Moth from Tibet, not the Peacock and Moth... and an overheard conversation sends his son on a path towards disaster, romance, new identities for familiar faces, reworked canon scenes, and perhaps the destruction of all of France. But mostly the romance and disaster parts. Complete, 21 chapters, 125k words.

Mid-length Multi-parters:

Two Hearts That Wax And Wane: Adrien isn’t sure what he said in the car with Marinette, on their way home from the wax museum... but he knows that he screwed up. Badly. His good friend stumbled out of the car almost before it stopped moving. Now he’s retracing his words and steps and trying to figure out what set Marinette off, which will lead him through both of his identities -- and both of hers. Puppeteer 2 response fic. Complete, 4 chapters (one for each Square side), 14k words.

Full Stamen Ahead: It’s Carnation Day at Francoise Dupont, where students can send each other floral tokens of their affection and appreciation. Marinette wants to send one to Adrien, but gets cold feet about sending a red one... which does not go unnoticed. A prank by Chloe, a misstep by Alya and suspicious friends lead to a cavalcade of misunderstandings, romantic drama and surprises. Marvel at my absolute mangling of the French educational system. Complete, 5 chapters, 16k words.

Once in a Lifetime: A concussive villain blasts Ladybug’s earrings right off her ears -- and Marinette into a hospital bed. Her injuries are minor; her loss of her Miraculous is not. While she tries to keep her identity safe, someone she knows finds herself with what she realizes is the most precious jewelry in Paris. Who will be Ladybug during this crisis... and how will the balance be restored? Complete, 4 chapters, 25k words.

Reservations For Two... More May Be Coming: Adrien finally figures out that he’s the one boy Ladybug gets flustered around. He gets up the nerve to ask her out... and she accepts. So how are they going to make this couple thing work, anyway... and will Paris be the same after their first fancy-restaurant date? Complete, 6 chapters, 35k words.

Throw Me Around Like One Of Your French Girls: Marinette reflects on her unpleasant encounter with Felix, and realizes... what might’ve happened if he’d tried to force a kiss on her, rather than Ladybug? She does know a handsome classmate studying martial arts, though, so perhaps she should see if he’ll teach her some things... WIP, 5 chapters so far, 25k words.

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time...: After Season 3′s finales, Adrien makes a go of it with Kagami... but makes a well-meaning-but-big mistake. A weary and despondent Marinette finds a heartbroken Kagami on her doorstep, looking for advice... and one spur-of-the-moment decision on her part sends everything into chaos. NOT an Adrien Salt fic, I promise you! WIP, 13 chapters so far, 53k words.

Serious One-Shots:

Summer Break: My first fanfic. Marinette fractures her leg in a bicycle accident, and has to spend several weeks with a light cast. Chat Noir begins visiting her to cheer her up... and lots of unexpected bonding surprises them both. 6k words.

Forget-Me-Not: “Alternative episode.” A mind-sapping villain makes Ladybug and Chat Noir forget that their super-selves exist... leaving Marinette and Adrien wondering why they’re out together in Halloween costumes.in September. What happens if they don’t get their true memories back -- and what happens if they do? 6k words.

Locked and Loaded: “Alternative episode.” Marinette goes for a walk with Adrien over one of the “love lock” bridges in Paris -- which she hopes will put him in a romantic mood. But a heartbroken woman they encounter becomes corrupted by Hawkmoth, the locks become her weapons, and Our Heroes must face down an army of enslaved romantics. 6k words.

A Little Promise I’d Made Myself: It’s New Year’s Eve at Rose’s house, and a party is in progress. Adrien is having a good time, but something seems missing... until he notices a pretty classmate sitting by herself on a couch. Are midnight fireworks inevitable? 3k words.

After The Storm Breaks: After the Season 3 finales, Kagami and Adrien are dating, and Marinette and Luka are an item... but there’s something awkward in the air. Adrien and Kagami notice that Marinette has grown uncomfortable around them, and Adrien reaches out... and a lot of important things are said for the first time. 5k words.

Just One More Minute...: A tricky Akuma sends Ladybug and Chat Noir on a wild battle all over Paris, spanning several hours. They’ve won, and Paris is safe once more... but the two of them have collapsed onto a rooftop, exhausted beyond belief and barely able to move. Both Miraculous are beeping... so what are they to do? 2.5k words. Inspired by @ladybeug artwork.

Playing a Familiar Chord: After Puppeteer 2′s events, Luka is sitting quietly at home when his phone rings. Someone special to him just underwent an emotional ordeal... and she needs a friendly ear and some male advice. A gentle conversation ensues, with Luka wondering which way this might lead... 3.7k words.

Options Include Like, Comment, Share, Bookmark and Agonize: Adrien posts to Instagram, marveling over his good friends’ relationship... and wistfully wishing for one of his own. Marinette sees his post and wonders what she can do... 1.4k words.

MiracuCrack:

Trouble...Made?: Troublemaker response. Marinette decides that the only thing to do about her crush being revealed is to confess... but there’s something that she should really have known first.

It Wasn’t Plan “A”: A terrible new Akuma has sealed off all of the Kwamis’ powers. With a groan and a sense of dread in his soul, Master Fu leads Marinette and Adrien to a box containing mystic totems best left untouched... the Ridiculous.

The Logical Conclusion: After careful study, Ladybug thinks she’s worked out who Hawkmoth must be, and presents her evidence to Chat Noir. But for some odd reason, she doesn’t seem very happy about the conclusion she’s reached...

Getting Things Backwards: Adrien Agreste sits quietly on the train, rereading what Marinette had handed him for the tenth time. It... looked like a prescription for constipation medication. But inspiration strikes him and he considers it as a metaphor... might it be a love letter after all? Backwarder response.

First Times Are Always Awkward: Ladybug’s first time out against Stoneheart didn’t go quite as she’d planned it, but no one got hurt and everything went pretty well. Didn’t it? But when Alya pulls her aside the next morning, a little oversight of Tikki’s proves troublesome to our heroes’ dignity.

Communication Breakdown: With an Akuma rampaging through Paris, Ladybug came up with a desperate plan... requiring both Adrien and Chat Noir for it to work. Thinking fast, Adrien passes the ring off to one person he could trust with it. Now, Plagg explains how it works as quickly as he can -- but there’s just one problem...

“Busted,” Said the Kwami: Chat Noir found himself very impressed by Multimouse’s debut as a heroine of Paris. So much so that, later that night, he finds himself having the strangest dream... Kwami Buster response.

Nooroo Uses a Swear Word: He absolutely, positively does. But he has a good reason for it, so... let’s hear him out, shall we?

Leave Some Stones Unturned: Wayzz leads Marinette through Master Fu’s abandoned studio, both to make sure everything is as he left it and to walk her through some of the many intriguing items he’d left behind. But some locks are there for a reason, and some secrets are best left hidden...

Reservoir Kwamis: A completely silly Miraculous/Reservoir Dogs mashup. Will only make sense if you know the movie.

What do you think, sirs? (And madams? And whoever else is out there?)

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #shameless self promotion

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rex101111 · 4 years

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aaaaaand 💌 with namine and xion

Xion stared at pure, blinding white, an infinite expanse of blank space stretching on longer and longer the more she looked.

It’s oblivion made manifest, a void of meaning and significance, a square of nothing that drew her mind and eyes to it so and made her a meaningless, mindless prop of a person.

It was supposed to be a God damned love letter, but it insisted to be a blank piece of A4 paper, mocking her with it’s sheer white facade and insulting her deepest heart’s desire to just-

“Break.” She muttered with bloodshot eyes in a voice filled with sudden horror, “I should take a break.”

She put down her pencil, pushed her chair back and rubbed circles on her temple. She’d sat down over an hour ago, and her progress was evident by the large pile of crumpled paper to her left that, presumably, hid a small waste basket somewhere near the bottom.

It needed to be just right, every word needed to be just right, every phrase and every punctuation mark had to be just where it needed to be because the person she was writing for deserved no less.

Her cheeks felt warm just thinking of her golden hair and radiant smile, how she bit her upper lip as she concentrated on her artwork, her laugh that floated and bounced around the air, she was perfect.

“...now why the hell am I having so much trouble writing that down?”

Xion dragged herself back to her empty page, grabbing her pencil with a renewed sense of purpose...which led absolutely nowhere.

Yesterday she had spent a whole day in Radiant Garden with Namine, shopping and eating ice cream and watching her draw flowers when Xion had a sudden, earth shattering revelation.

She was in love, utterly smitten with her blond friend. This was a moment of supreme happiness for her...until she realized she would probably have to do something with those feelings, probably tell Namine about them.

The thought itself was enough to cause immense panic and make a lame excuse to Namine to be able to run off back home and try and formulate a plan about how she would tell Namine about how she felt without melting into a puddle of goo just by sitting next to her.

After a few hours of mulling over strategies with a clueless Roxas and a smug Lea (who had apparently won some sort of bet involving her crush on Namine and so was impossibly even more smug than usual), crying about how she would never confess her feelings on account of being a coward, and then sleeping on it (thus having a dream about Namine that she will take with her to the grave), she finally had a solution.

If she could not say what she felt, she would write it!

Brilliant!

Except for the fact that she had no idea where to even begin.

She got as far as sitting in a chair next to a writing desk with paper and a pencil, and was now stuck in that horrible limbo of having an idea tap dance in you hard with cement shoes, demanding to be heard and seen, but unable to form it on paper in a way that was good enough to be read by anyone with eyes.

She put the pencil down again, resting her forehead on the desk with a sorrowful moan, thinking she might want to reschedule this panic attack disguised as a writing session for another day when her mind wasn’t complete garbage.

And then she felt a large hand grip her shoulder, a gruff voice, almost like a growl, following suit, “Xion, are you alright?”

She raised her head from her empty page to see Isa, staring grimly at her with his own stern version of concern, and managed to stomp down her gut instinct to cower from eyes that weren’t glowing yellow anymore to smile tiredly at him, “I’m fine, really...just having a bit of...writer’s block.”

“Ah, you’re love letter.” He nodded sharply, an understanding hum rumbling in his throat, “yes Lea did mention you locking yourself in here in hopes of putting your emotions on paper.”

Xion sighed deeply and sagged in her chair, “Yeah, well apparently being a pseudo-Nobody for a while might have had some negative effects on me because I can’t seem to do that.”

Isa rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looking between Xion and the blank page, “do you know how you feel about her?”

“I love her.” She says, certainly, an edge of steel in her voice. She’s gotten very attached to her heart for the short time she’s had it, she had no intention of ignoring it or misunderstanding it. Speaking it to her? That was the problem, she had no issue knowing her heart as deeply as she could, “I love everything about her, she makes me happy just being with her, she makes this life I’ve gotten...worthy, like there’s something I could do with it if I can make her as happy as she makes me.”

Isa was quiet for a moment, waiting for her to finish, before nodding shortly again, “well then, perhaps you’re overthinking this?”

“It needs to be perfect Isa, this letter needs to say exactly what I feel,” She looked down at the paper again, biting her lower lip, “she deserves nothing less than my best...”

“Is your best perfect?” Isa asks directly, he waits for her to look at him before he continues, “consider who you’re writing this for, if Namine cares for you half as much as you do for her, what would she want to hear from you?”

Xion didn’t say anything for a long moment, blinking as things clicked into place in her head, her lips tilting up at the edges, “she’d...want me to be honest with her...” she looked back on her blank page, “...I can do that, I can manage honest.”

“Good, try that then.”

“....can I say how weird it is to hear you giving me advice? Considering our history?”

“Less talking more writing, you mumbling in here is starting to make Lea and Roxas nervous.”

She laughed, and turned to her desk one last time, her grip on her pencil sure and certain.

She put pencil to paper, and words flowed like water, a flood of thoughts staining the pure white with bold black and filling it with meaning, washing it with her feelings and all she wanted to say.

When she looked up, she had written down everything she wanted Namine to know, and now all she needed to do was...give it...to...her....

“Oh no...”

A sigh from above her, “would you like me to-”

She shoved the letter in an envelope, closed it, drew a simple heart on the face of it, and presented it to the large man next to her, “please.”

-|-_-|-

Dear Namine,

A day ago I ran off while we were having a good time without explaining myself, and I want to clear the air, and tell you a few things you need to know.

While we were walking through the flower gardens, you smiled at me. That smile was why I ran off like I did. You smiled at me a thousand times before, and every time you did I could feel my chest fill up with fire and a want for you to never stop smiling like that.

But, that day, something else happened. Something clicked in my head, the whole day started arranging itself in my heart in a way that made a few things very clear to me in a way they weren’t before.

Everything you did yesterday made my heart pound, every little word you told me made me blush and nervous, every time I glanced at you I could see the sun shining through your hair and the sky in your eyes and I realized something all at once I should have known from the moment we met.

I love you. I love you so much it overwhelmed me completely, I could think of nothing else besides this revelation, it filled my heart and my head with so much noise I needed to gain some distance so I could figure out how to tell you because being so near you was like flying up to the sun and trying not to burn to ashes.

I always had a hard time just...talking to people, words always fail me when in the moment, and these words could not fail me, because the words I’m writing down to confess this to you are the most important things I ever had to convey to another person.

I don’t want to force you into this, this is just me being as honest as I can possibly be, and you deserve nothing less than my absolute honesty.

If you don’t feel the same...I’ll live, I’ll live and move on and be your friend, like I’ve always been.

But, if you feel the same for me as I feel for you...meet me on the clock tower in twilight town tomorrow evening, I’ll be waiting for you, with my heart in my hands so I could give it to you...though you already stole it the day we met.

With love,

Xion.

-|-_-|-

Xion sat on the porch of the clock tower with a heavy feeling of dread, the time of her meeting with Namine slowly creeping up on her. That feeling only growing heavier as she remembered the letter Isa had given her when he got back from delivering her love confession.

“Namine had her own words for you, she said to read it when you get to the clock tower.”

Which, of course, did nothing to assuage her anxiety, not knowing what Namine could possibly have to say to her before meeting her. Perhaps a gentle rejection to soften the blow before she did it in person? Or maybe a request to forever leave her alone?

She was panicking again, and she sighed with the resolution to just get it over with, remembering her promise to honor whatever Namine felt in turn, she opened the envelope, and found two pieces of paper inside.

With some sense of dread and anticipation, she started reading;

Dear Xion,

Before I meet you at the clock tower, I want to tell you something in this letter.

Words tend to fail me too, though I can’t really write either, at least not half as wonderfully as you wrote to me.

For me, pictures always helped me speak more freely than anything.

So, here’s a picture that might be able to tell you half of what I feel for you.

Seeing you soon,

Namine.

Xion gulped loudly, putting the letter down and looking at the picture Namine had drawn for her and included with her letter, her face burning like someone poured gasoline on her.

It was the two of them, Namine and Xion, viewed from the back, standing in front of a sprawling expanse of flowers, their hands hanging tightly onto each other, fingers intertwined.

“Hey.”

She looked up, a few tears falling down her smiling face as she saw Namine sit down next to her, laughing wetly, “hey yourself.”

Namine looked down and giggled quietly when she saw her drawing in Xion’s grip, “so...did you get my message?”

Xion put the two pages down, and held her Namine’s face in her hands, and placed her lips with a feather light kiss.

As the kiss deepened, the sun shined down in front of them, the red glow of the dying light washing over them in a silent blanket of orange embers.

#kingdom hearts #Namishi #at least I think that's the ship name...#Namine #Xion #MAN THIS WAS FUN #hope you like it!#imbeccablee #answers

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Destiel Trope Collection 2019 Day 25: Roommates

PB&J | @dmsilvisart Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1785 Main Tags and Warnings: roommate au, pining Summary: Have you ever dated someone to make someone else jealous? Dean has a very important question for Cas. Cas is oblivious and apparently Dean is an asshole.

It's All Benny's Fault | @casbeanwrites Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 7904 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, guinea pig, fluff, dean in denial Summary: Everything was fine in Dean Winchester's life, until the day his (ridiculously adorable) roommate forced him to adopt a guinea pig, and everything went to Hell.

Me Too | @isolemnlyswear-iamsuperwholocked Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2736 Main Tags and Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Roommates, Based on a Tumblr Post, Inspired By Tumblr, Miscommunication, Misconceptions, Openly Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Mentions of homophobia, Homophobic John Winchester Summary: Dean has to get a new roommate, asap. He can't deal with it anymore- the dude has no idea what personal space even is, for one. He stares at Dean all the freaking time and it's starting to make him uncomfortable. Not to mention the fact he might have a crush on the blue-eyed weirdo. Cas has to get a new roommate, asap. He can't deal with it anymore- the dude has completely no respect for his sexuality. All his friends made jokes when Cas was with them and Dean just laughs, and Dean acts way too weird around him for it to be normal. Not to mention Cas isn't ready to have another crush on someone who could never like him back.

sunday morning coming down | @reallyelegantsharkfish Rating: Mature Word Count: 2395 Main Tags and Warnings: Recreational Drug Use, Marijuana, Demisexual Castiel, Mutual Pining Summary: Smoke can do all kinds of stuff to you, maybe. Maybe make you want to touch, want to kiss. Maybe make you want to cook dinner and lay together reading and laugh together on long drives through the Hill Country, Baby’s wheels tried and true around the curves and bends.

Holiday Traditions | @suckerfordeansfreckles Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1356 Main Tags and Warnings: roommates, best friends to lovers, mentioned homophobia, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: Ever since Dean has known Cas, since they moved in together almost three years ago, Cas has dreaded the Christmas season. Every single time, it had taken him days afterwards to find his smile again. Every single time, he came home and hid in his room for as long as possible. Every single time, Dean’s heart broke a little more for him. But Cas survived the holidays again this year, and he’s done with family for the next few months. And Dean, the awesome (and totally smitten) best friend he is, decided to treat Cas today. Make December 29th 2018 the best one Cas has ever had. Starting with breakfast in bed.

Wake Up, Sweetheart | @breathingdestiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2766 Main Tags and Warnings: au, best friends to lovers Summary: Dean decides to confess his love to Cas. It doesn't go as planned.

La Vie A Plus | @thebloggerbloggerfun Rating: General Word Count: 6260 Main Tags and Warnings: Asexual Castiel, Artist!Castiel, Punk!Castiel Summary: Dean Winchester is hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with his best friend and roommate, Castiel. Castiel - with his blue hair, and his tattoos, and his artwork, and his perfect everything. Dean never stood a chance, really. It only sucks because, as far as Dean can tell, Castiel is definitely not interested. But love, much like art, has a way of being unpredictable. Even if you think you know where you're going with it.

Truth or Dare | @lemonsorbae Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1190 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/University, First Kiss, Fluff Summary: What else is there to do when the power has been out all day?

Perfect | @galaxystiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6712 Main Tags and Warnings: College AU, roommates, fluff, 5+1, Summary: Five times Dean told Cas they’d figure it out, and one time he didn’t need to.

Roommate Wanted | @supernatural9917fic Rating: Explicit Word Count: 23088 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Roommates, Gay Castiel, Dean thinks he's straight, Switching, Dean/Cas Big Bang Challenge 2018 Summary: Dean Winchester moved to Pontiac, Illinois six months ago when his girlfriend Carmen got a new job. Unfortunately for Dean, Carmen then left him for her boss, so he needs to find a roommate ASAP. Castiel Novak needs to move out of his brother’s house before his niece is born, and when he finds Dean’s ad on Craigslist, it seems like the perfect solution for both of them. So what if Dean is ridiculously gorgeous? Castiel can keep his crush under control. So what if Castiel is gay? Totally straight Dean isn’t at all affected by seeing him hook up with dudes. They’re just a couple of completely platonic roommates. Well… that’s what they think, anyway…

Like Home | @nickelkeep Rating: General Word Count: 4549 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mutual Pining, Cupcakes, Wedding Planning, First Kiss, Living Together, Castiel and Dean Need to Use Their Words Summary: Castiel's twin sister Hannah is getting married, and as the Man of Honor, he's been along for the Bridal Show and Wedding Planning ride. After talking about the last one with his best friend/roommate Dean, Dean suddenly wants to tag along (mostly for the free food). Can Cas handle pretending to be engaged to his best friend?

First and Only | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 35782 Main Tags and Warnings:Romance, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Non-Chronological, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Cuddling & Snuggling, Virgin Castiel, Voyeur Castiel, Demisexual Castiel, Demiromantic Castiel, Switch Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Openly Bisexual Dean, Switch Dean, Homeless Dean, Thief Dean, Moving In Together, First Time, First Kiss, Ice Skating, Alcoholism, Public Displays of Affection, Minor Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Summary: Single bachelor Dean bets he can have sex more times within a calendar year than his happily-married brother. But when Castiel – Dean’s roommate, best friend, and total virgin – asks Dean to be his First, Dean’s plan to bed numerous strangers goes up in smoke. Over the weeks, then the months, Cas becomes his go-to guy. His “fuck buddy”, if you will. But that doesn’t sound right. It doesn’t feel right. Dean was Cas’ First, but now he wants to be Cas’ Only. Now he’s gotta figure out how the heck to court a guy he’s successfully wooed a hundred times already.

The House That Wanted to Be a Garden | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32982 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Friends to Lovers, Sharing Clothes, Cuddling & Snuggling, First Kiss, First Time, Naked Cuddling, Accidentally Moving In, Home Improvement, Fairies, Magic, Believer Castiel, Demisexual Castiel, Gardener Castiel, Skeptic Dean, Musician Dean, Famous Dean, Grumpy Dean, Bisexual Dean, Dean vs Gardening, Summer, Autumn, Hygge Summary: AU where Dean accidentally moves in with his neighbour, Cas, who is surprisingly okay with it. Or: Every time Dean fixes anything in this cursed house, a random plant pops up and breaks it again. The woo-woo weirdo named Cas on the other side of the river keeps insisting that Dean must've offended the forest fairies. He offers his own home's amenities for as long as Dean needs them. But with each passing night, and every bent pipe, fritzing electrical system, or shattered window, Dean finds himself returning to his own place only to sleep. And then... one night... he doesn't even do that.

Room for Two (The Mattress AU) | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14548 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/University, Roommates, Romance, Fluff, Crack, Sharing a Bed, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Literal Sleeping Together, Wet Dream, Sleepy/Unconscious Sex, Accidental Sex, First Time, Insomniac Castiel, Dominant Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Switch Castiel, Comfortably Bisexual Dean, Switch Dean, Horny Dean Summary: ✔ College roommates ✔ Buying a mattress together ✔ Faking a relationship to get a discount ✔ Sharing a bed ✔ Roleplaying as a couple to "test the bed" ✔ Fake kissing becomes real kissing ✔ Fake sex is Way Too Real ✔ Cuddling ✔ Wet dreams ✔ "Oh no I thought I was dreaming but it was real life" ✔ Matchmakers Sam & Charlie ✔ Cas seems kinda clueless but actually understands everything ✔ Mutual respect, support, and understanding ✔ Friends to lovers ✔ Mutual pining ✔ Go౦ԁ sHit

Sharing the Rain Dog | @almaasi Rating: Mature Word Count: 19837 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Human, Historical (1999), Fluff, Romance, No Angst, Accidental Dating, First Dates, Rain, FBI Agent Castiel, Musician Dean, Singer Dean, Flustered Dean, Shared Custody, Domestic Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Moving In Together, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Dean in Panties, Cuddling, Uniform Kink, Clothed Sex, Sexual Roleplay, Non-Penetrative Sex Summary: When some asshole hits a dog with his car and drives off, the first two people on the scene are Dean and Castiel. Castiel's an FBI agent with a plane to catch, and he doesn't have time to take the dog to the vet. Dean's a musician, and he doesn't have the money. An agreement is reached: Dean goes, Castiel pays, and they'll exchange details and meet again to work things out. But who gets the dog? Sooner or later they're going to realise that having shared custody of one pitbull isn't ideal. She needs one home, not two. One stable, loving home...

#destiel #destielfanficnet #writersofdestiel #deancasfanficnet #destiel trope collection #tropes #roommate au #2019

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justkending · 5 years

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Knock, Knock. Part 27.

Chapter Summary: You get home from the airport and are greeted by a good friend when you get home. Things escalate later too...

Pairing: (single) Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Cussing. Fluff. Slight Smut?

Word Count: 3400+

A/N: This series is going on a lot longer than I thought it would. I will more than likely be wrapping it up soon! All in good time though, and won’t leave any loose ends;) Let me know what you all think! Feedback is appreciated! xoxox

Part 27:

Thank God the ride home was quiet and just filled with telling your driver directions here and there. The rest of the time you were going through your phone seeing all the news of, “Jensen Ackles and a New Girl?” “Is Jensen Ackles finally off the market again?” “What does Danneel think of Jensen and his new significant other?” “Who is the mystery girl that J. Ackles has wrapped up in his arms?”

You rolled your eyes at all the nonsense. Jensen was right though, they didn’t have any pictures of you holding hands or kissing, but they did have you two being really close when he was trying to shield you from the cameras. Luckily, you really couldn’t see your face in any of them because of the angles and your sunglasses.

Was this what your life was going to be like all the time now? I mean you had been out and about with Gen and Jared before, but the paparazzi was never really a problem. Sure you had a few fans and people come up every once and a while to take pictures with them, but they never even gave you a second glance half the time.

Now, that’s all they wanted to do was to get up and personal with you. Find out who you were. What color eyes and hair color you had? What was your job? How did you know Jensen? How do your ex’s feel about this? Was it serious? How long had you two been with each other? All that stuff that half of you were still trying to figure out for yourself.

“Ok, we’re here.” your driver said sweetly turning to smile at you. “Nice house. Fancy neighborhood you’re in.”

“Family friend actually.” you said gathering your things, and also not wanting anyone to know where you lived. If this person found out he was at Jensen’s house, who knew if he would leak that he dropped off the mystery woman everyone was freaking out about. “I’m just dropping in to visit for a little.”

“Oh, well have a great time! Do you need any help with the bags?”

“No thank you! I should be good!” you thanked as you pulled it all out.

You waved him off as he drove down the street, and started your walk to the front door. You pulled out your key, and were just about to put it in the lock when it opened abruptly making you slightly fumble back. You grabbed at your heart caught off guard at the motion.

“Y/N!” Jared said grinning widely at you. “We missed you kiddo.” he said moving to grab your bigger bags leaving you with just your backpack.

“Hey Jar! You scared the shit out of me.” you sighed walking in behind him.

“Sorry about that. I saw the car pull up and immediately rushed to see you.” he laughed stopping in the living room and turning to give you a big bear hug. “When Jensen told me you were grabbing a Uber instead of riding back with us I was confused, but once we got in the car he pulled up all the news that's floating around.”

“Yeah, that…” you sighed loudly. “Things are definitely changing, that's for sure.”

“How you feeling about all that by the way?” he said concern evident on his face.

You let out a long breath before answering. “Honestly, I’m fine. We’ll figure it all out. I’m just glad the feelings are all out there now. No more fighting them, and trying to put them in the back of my mind.” you chuckled.

“Good thing too. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait before I confessed everything and anything to you.” Jensen said making an entrance into the room.

“There you are!” you smiled. “I was wondering where you were.”

He walked over with a huge smile plastered on to his face, and wrapped his arms around your waist picking you up off the ground as he gave you a tight hug, and pulled you close to him. Just when he was putting you back down, he leaned down and gave you a quick peck on the lips. One that you gladly returned with a smile etched on your face as you leaned into it.

“Ok, ok. I get it. You’re all cutesy and in the beginning of a relationship, but this is going to take me a second to get use to.” Jared said shaking his head as he went to the couch to sit down.

“Oh, hush. You saw this coming from a mile away.” Jensen said still having an arm wrapped around your waist.

“How would he have known?” you asked looking up at Jensen.

“I-” he started, but Jared interrupted.

“He’s been asking me when he could ask you out literally since the day he met you.” Jared answered grabbing the remote, and flicking on the TV.

“Really?” you teased squeezing Jensen closer to you. “Is that so?”

He started to blush.

“Yes, but our friend here told me I needed to lay off.” he said throwing Jared under the bus.

“Is that true Jared?” you asked turning to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe. You were such a close friend Y/N/N that I didn’t want things to end bad and make things awkward. It sounds selfish now that I say it out loud, but I was just looking out for you two.” he said almost like he was a puppy who had just got scolded.

“It’s ok Jar. I’m not mad.” you chuckled lightly as you pulled away from Jensen and went to grab your suitcases. “I know you only had good intentions about it.”

“Besides, I think it worked out for the better anyway. You guys got to know each other as friends before diving head first into a relationship.” he smiled happy that you weren’t mad, and actually proud of himself.

“Sure…” you dragged out. “Cause that was your plan all along wasn’t it?” you said sarcastically.

“I’ll take credit for it.” he said smiling and closing his eyes like a toddler proud of his artwork.

You scoffed, but couldn't help the smile that formed on your own face.

“I’m going to go unpack, take a shower, and check some emails. I’ll be back down in a little.” you said turning for the stairs Jensen’s eyes on you the whole time.

“You just got home. Don’t you want to sit and relax.” he said wiggling his eyebrows at the last word.

“Hey! I’m right here!” Jared shouted throwing a pillow at his friend.

“I think we’ll have plenty of time to relax Ackles. Right now, I want get this airplane smell off me, and into some new clothes.” you winked as you started up the stairs. “Promise, I’ll be back in 30 to 45 minutes top.” you disappeared onto the second level of the house, and Jensen watched until you were out of sight.

He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you and him were even a thing. Now that it was, he didn’t want you out of reach for even a minute. Especially since he hadn’t really got to show you what you mean to him since you’ve literally been in public your whole 5 hours of your relationship. Now that you were home…

“Damn. You really got it bad for her.” Jared said interrupting his thoughts.

“What? I-”

“Don’t try to hide it. You haven’t torn your eyes away from her since she walked in.” Jared laughed crossing his feet on the coffee table as he flicked through channels. “She’s really got you in your head doesn’t she?”

Jensen scoffed and went to join his friend on the couch.

“I-I…” Jared just gave him a side look before turning back to the TV. “Ok, fine! Yes, I got it bad, and you know what? I’m not afraid to admit it. I finally have her, and I’m literally the happiest man on earth.” Jensen said falling into the couch and throwing his arms over the back. A genuine, joy filled smile on his face.

“Wow. I never knew when I would see the day.” Jared said now staring at his friend.

“What day?”

“You’re in love dude.”

“What?! Jared-”

“Don’t fight me on it Jay. I didn’t even see you this giddy when you were with Danneel, and Gen and I thought she was going to be the one.”

“What are you talking about? We just started dating not even 12 hours ago-”

“Doesn’t matter. You have feelings for her more than you even know.” Jared said plain and simple. “Listen, I was going to hang out here since it’s late and everyone is asleep at home, but I think I’ll go ahead and hit the hay. You and Y/N take some time to yourselves. I mean you love birds do need some alone time-”

“Jared, love is such a strong word. I don’t know-”

“You never know at the beginning.” Jared interrupt as he got up and headed to the door. Jensen right on his heels. He turned to his friend when he reached the door. “Then one day… It’s as plain as daylight. You ask yourself how the hell you didn’t see it before, and want to slap yourself in the face for ignoring how blatantly obvious it was.” Jensen just gave him a blank stare. “You’ll see it soon enough.” he opened the door, and took a step out. “Tell Y/N Gen wants to hang out tomorrow if she can. We can all get lunch or dinner or something. See you later dude!” he waved.

By the time Jensen registered the whole conversation Jared was already headed out of the driveway in his car.

“Wait!” he mumbled to himself. “Love?” he said still looking out the door. “It’s too early for that right?”

He thought about it for a few minutes stuck in the doorway. Then he shook his head trying to clear the thoughts. This was too much to think about right now. Right now, he wanted to see you again. Even if it had been only 20 minutes. But like a school boy who just found out his crush liked him back, he still had a flutter in his heart when he thought about you. That wasn’t love? Was it?

He made his way upstairs hoping that you were out of the shower by now. Sure enough, the bathroom door was open and the room was empty, but filled with steam showing you had just got out. He walked across the hall to your room and put an ear to the door.

He heard the sound of your record player playing Love me do by The Beatles. Of course that’s what was playing. A grin pulled at his lip before he gently knocked on the door.

“Come in!” you shouted from the other side.

Jensen walked in and found you on the ground with your computer in your lap, and papers spread all around you. You had on some leggings and a sports bra, with a towel wrapped around your head. It reminded him of the first time he came home from Vancouver, and you left him with a bruised nose showing him just how capable of handling yourself you were.

Whatever you were looking at, you were extremely focused on. You hadn’t even acknowledge him walking in as you sorted through some papers, and tried to balance the falling towel on your head. The corner of his lips pulled up into a smirk looking at how comfortable you were around him already. Maybe Jared was right. It was a good thing you guys were friends before you dated. You skipped the whole having the feeling you needed to ‘look decent for each other all the time’ stage.

Yet again, you always look perfect even with no make-up, hair up in a towel, and he definitely wasn’t going to complain about you not wearing a shirt.

He tucked his hands into his pockets as he looked down at all the papers not able to make out what they were exactly, and stood behind you.

“What’s all this?”

“Hmm?” you hummed putting a pen in your mouth as you reached over for another file. “Oh, when I got out of the shower and went to check my emails, I saw that I have an IEP meeting coming up.”

“An IEP meeting?” He asked sitting on your bed and looking over your shoulder.

“Yeah, Individualized Education Program.” you said turning to him. Confusion written all over his face. You giggled, and turned back to the mess in front of you as you removed the towel from your hair. “It’s paperwork and assessments we do for children with disabilities that helps them learn better in school. Technically just a meeting to see what we can do to accommodate their struggles, and make sure they are getting the best education they can. Since I’m the school counselor, I’m required to be there and help come up with an accommodation plan.”

You stood up, and ruffled your hair as you took the towel over to dry on your vanity chair. When you turned around you saw Jensen’s eyes glued to your body, and remembered how you weren’t wearing a shirt.

“Sorry, forgot I just got out of the shower. I should probably put some clothes on.” you chuckled embarrassed. You blushed, and walked over to your dresser pulling out an oversized OU t-shirt, but before you could put it on, Jensen was just inches away.

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” he said pulling your hips to him. “I like this look.”

You laughed and leaned into his touch. Your back was against his chest as he kept you close.

“Jay-”

“You smell really good.” he purred into your ear.

“Well, I did just get out of the shower.” you teased throwing your head back onto his shoulder.

He took this opportunity to really look you over. Your face was mere inches from his and all he could think of to do was stare and smile.

“What are you looking at?” you chuckled smiling and showing your perfect smile.

“You.” he answered.

“Wow, you’re a cheesy one aren’t you Ackles?” you said pulling away just slightly, but he kept you from getting too far as he pulled you back, and spun you to where you were now facing each other, but he still had his arms wrapped around your waist. “What’s gotten into you?” you laughed again placing your hands on his chest as you looked up at him through your long eyelashes.

“You’re stunning, you know that?” he smiled looking back and forth between your eyes.

“I don’t know about that, but-”

“No, really. How the hell did I not make a move sooner?”

“You’ve said that once or twice. But you know? I’m just as much at fault. I could’ve easily made a mover sooner too.”

“Well then I guess we were both stupid and at fault for this not happening earlier.”

“Very. Honestly though? I liked getting to know you as a person before hand.”

“Oh yeah. I think I can agree with that.” he said looking up as if he were thinking about it before looking back at you. “Hey, what do you say we go on a date tonight? Our first official one?”

You cocked your head. “What kinda date are we talking?”

“Not sure yet. Have anything in mind?” he asked.

“Can we stay in? Maybe order in, and watch a movie?” you answered.

“You don’t want to go out?”

“Nah, if we did that then I would have to keep my hands to myself.” you said with a sly look.

“Oh.” Jensen said raising his eyebrows. “We wouldn’t want that.” he teased back. “Dinner and a movie it is. Keeping it plain and simple.”

“Just how I like it.” you said with a soft smile. Jensen looked down at your lips and pulled his bottom lip with his teeth. You watched as he did it, and quickly found yourself reciprocating the look. “You bite your lip like that again, and I’m not sure if I can hold myself back.” you said as your eyes lingered on the pinkness of his lips.

“Why hold yourself back?” he questioned in a low tone.

“Good question.” you said looking back up into his now almost black eyes.

You didn’t hesitate to close the very slim gap that was between you two, and Jensen didn’t hesitate to meet you halfway. You both found yourselves in a heated make out session that was slowly moving toward the bed.

Jensen kept a tight, but gentle grip on your hips as he pulled you closer to him. You both started shuffling to the edge of the bed. You weren’t sure exactly where this was going to end up, but after all this pent up emotions you shared for each other, you weren’t exactly upset where you were standing now.

You felt his tongue needily swipe across your bottom lip, and without thinking twice opened up to him. Damn was he a good kisser. Your hands started to explore upward, and grabbed onto the short hairs on the back of his head as you deepened the kiss. A low moan was the result of the movement. His hands traveled up your body as well sending shivers and goosebumps with every inch he touched. He eventually made it to your face and cupped both of his hands around your cheek pulling you close.

Next thing you knew, the back of his knees were hitting the bed causing you both to fall back on the perfectly made bed. You both grunted at the force, and you landed on top of him. You broke off laughing at the incident, and him smiling at the pure sound of heaven coming out of your mouth.

You stared at each other for a brief second before he pulled you back to him, and continued the passion that was filling the room. The next swift movement of him flipping you to where you were on your back, and he was hovering over you catching you off guard, but made you more excited in the moment nonetheless.

You could tell things were escalating quickly, but before you could decide to let this feeling of extasy continue or to cool off, his phone interrupted you for the second time today.

He pulled back annoyed at the interruption, but you just giggled and placed a hand on your kiss swollen lips.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Can’t a man have a moment?” he was still hovering over you as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his phone. He looked down at it seeing who it was, and rolling his eyes. “I have to take this.” he said looking down at you sadly.

“It’s fine Jens.” you laughed placing a hand on his chest and feeling his heartbeat racing. “Take it.”

He leaned down giving you a quick peck before tossing his body over, picking it up, and walking out of the room and smiling at you before closing the door behind him.

You sat up resting on your elbow as you watched him go out.

“Probably a good thing that we were interrupted. That was getting a little heated.” you breathed out catching your breath. You stood up and grabbed the shirt that you meant to put on a while ago, and threw it over your head.

You walked over to the vanity, and looked at your disheveled damp hair. You groaned at the mess it was in, and combed through it with your fingers before grabbing some styling product to help tame it a bit.

Once you had it the way you wanted, you let out a content sigh and walked back over to the paperwork scattered all over the floor. Of course they would send you all this work over break. It wasn’t like this could wait one more week. Sure, this kid needed an IEP, but you could have waited like 2 days before going back to school and been fine.

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your laptop and some other pieces of paper, and relocated to your now shifted bed.

Just about 10 minutes later Jensen knocked again.

“Come in!” you shouted again, and he made his way in looking at his phone. You could see a different emotion on his face, but you weren’t quite sure what it was. “Hey. Everything ok?” you asked putting the papers down.

“Yeah, yeah.” he said running a hand through his messy hair. “It’s just I completely forgot about something.”

“What’s that?”

He paused looking back at his phone then at you with a face that was almost apologetic.

“My parents are coming over tomorrow morning.”

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neko-shinigxmi · 5 years

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My self-inserts for Bendy and the Ink Machine~! Let’s go! Thanks for asking me about this, @robotarmjokes!!

HUMAN VERSE

Your average animator named Rachel. Glasses-wearing, brown hair that parts down the middle, dark green eyes...and often found in their work outfit. (Hair in a bun and casual clothes- t-shirt and pants- with an apron over it. For the ink stains, of course.)

Joey Drew accepts just about anyone...provided they’d want to work with him in the first place. When they begged him to look at their portfolio, well... A look through ended up assuring a job, much to their delight.

Works among the inking section of the cogs that are Joey Drew Studios. Thus, their apron that’s often gently splattered with the dark liquid.

Tends to be lowkey and not very talkative, but gets along with Henry Stein, Allison Pendle, Shawn Flynn, Ernest Craft, and Daisy Lindel. (The latter two being OCs of mine.)

Their favorite creation of the studio’s? Probably Alice. “I like the way she sings... She’s got such a lovely voice to her! Like a songbird.”

Also has a crush on Sammy Lawrence... Though with the guy being such a shut-in, you’d be hard-pressed to find them together.

...Though the more Rachel protests to wiggling into his time, the more they hang out, later down the line.

It turns into Rachel showing him their personal projects, even allowing him to flip through their sketchbook freely. (Though he’s never seen their notebook, filled with notes, more art...and drawings of him, as well as love notes.)

Sammy gets to vent to them about music, often getting to be the one who sees the idea or clarity for a project strike him, urging to finish that old one or start up a new one. It’s their great pride to help him, as they’ve said a few times before.

They do end up dating later down the line... Though most at the studio didn’t know it, even after they started coming to work together. They kept their private life, well, private.

Though they were living together and even bought a house together with their pooled savings; the extra rooms were morphed into an art room and music room, to settle with their interests.

Both of them credit each other as the other’s muse. That’s where the rumors began that the two might be dating. (Though they were behind on the news, of course.)

Joey Drew Studios collapsed not long later, much to Sammy’s frustration. Both were worked to the bone, but also had to make payments, so... A potential job-hunt wasn’t up either of their alleys. Though Rachel was determined to try, despite the odds.

One day, he snapped. Said he wouldn’t come back until he figured out what happened to the studio.

...He never did.

Depending on the timeline, Henry might find Rachel, lost in the studio, trying to find Sammy. In others, they’re the one who Joey called back...and now have a few time-loops of their own.

TOON VERSE

In another world, they are someone different... Meet Kathy the Clumsy Kitten! A creation of Joey Drew Studios (specifically by Ernest Craft, but Joey Drew has since taken all the credit for her creation, much to Ernest’s chagrin) and one of the more...quietly loved characters of the series.

Kathy started out as “Kitten” and with the design below:

In these early days, she had no voice to use. Instead, sound effects would play to denote her emotions; like soft chimes when she cried or the zing of a piano when surprised.

However, people thought she was another demon with her ears looking like they did! As well, despite her feminine appearance, a lot of comparisons between her and Bendy soon arose...

To combat this, she was quickly redesigned to look more...original. The design settled on this less than a year later:

...and that’s the design that’s always been used since!

Update notes: inside of ears drawn, fur tufts on face, and a tail added.

It was also with this design that Joey gave Kathy her now-defining character trait: being a literal scaredy-cat. Easily spooked and, of course, very clumsy.

She’s known to be bullied by Bendy, terrified of Boris, and good friends with Alice, despite the fact her clumsiness has inconvenienced Alice quite a few times in the various episodes that the studio has produced.

She also considers Joey Drew a father figure, Daisy Lindel a mother figure (especially since Daisy would end up being Kathy’s first VA), and Ernest someone spooky....!!

She does also have quite a bit of trust with Sammy Lawrence, though; his music and ramblings often lull her to sleep.

There’s also ANOTHER toon-friend she has named Aki... Aki the Grimmest Reaper, as they call her. (Joey Drew Studios did a trade with a Japanese animation studio at the time. Not only did they work on a short for the other studio, but made a character for the other studio to use; Aki was from the Japanese animation studio.)

Though... The biggest problem by far? Kathy’s got a crush on Bendy.

And now, we get verse dependent~! As there’s two ways things work out......

With Bendy: It takes some vague scolding on Aki’s behalf and clarification from Alice before Bendy realizes that Kathy isn’t as much of a welcome mat as she is just a pushover to the person she likes. Which is. Him.

It’s embarrassing on both sides, but hey~! Bendy’s got charm, yeah? He does his best to lessen the tricks and instead provide little hearts he cuts out of pink (or red) paper and flowers he steals under other people’s noses.

It’s made her a good bit more clumsier at first, what with all the surprise flattery from her crush, but once Bendy finally went all out with asking her to be his lil lady... Well, she actually got better. Still clumsy, but not as bad as she used to be.

They’re a heartrendingly sweet couple. She showers him in praise and affection (which he adores) and- once the show’s all said an’ done- spends time cuddling with her after. It’s...really nice and something Kathy loves to do with him.

However, this has not stopped Bendy’s love for dancing. He even purposefully got thicker shoes so he could waltz or dance in any way he pleases with Kathy. So why thicker shoes? So that way, when she inevitably steps on his feet, he won’t feel it as much!! (It’s embarrassing, but that did make her laugh, much to his delight.)

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With Alice: ...Or on another hand, Alice ends up gaining a crush on her best friend and shy little kitten. And you know what? If Bendy won’t treat Kathy right, then Alice will!

So she does, finding Kathy, taking her to the best spot Alice knows, and holding both of her hands as Alice confesses to liking her. It surprised the life outta Kathy to hear, but-!! .....Well, it’s not like she doesn’t want to date her...

It’s an uncertain thing at first, with Kathy getting to see Alice in a new light. Alice takes it slow in response, though in what feels like no time at all, they’re one of the cutest couples of the studio!

It’s not uncommon for Kathy to still try to help out with Alice’s performances, mostly in regards to setting up. Though her clumsiness still makes Alice pretty nervous... It’s too easy for her to trip up on a stray rope and make everything fall apart like dominoes!

Though on a sweeter note, it’s not uncommon to hear Alice singing and find her cradling Kathy, singing the kitten toon to sleep and guaranteeing only the kindest of dreams.

Alice has mentioned matching outfits someday... Kathy’s still flustered by the idea but very, very much up to it.

Finally..... Some additional notes. ;>

INK DEMON VERSE: Daisy eventually gave up her role voicing Kathy, giving it to her daughter, Clara Lindel. However, the young woman didn’t work as Kathy’s VA for very long. The character was her favorite of the show, so it was incredibly heartbreaking for it to end so soon... However, when Joey Drew sent that letter, asking for a callback? Of course she wanted to go!

...Not knowing what awaited her when she got to the studio.

She’d awake later, no longer a human. But a mix of ink and soul.

She’s more “Clara” at first. But as time goes on, that personality- that person- melts away, more and more becoming “Kathy”... Neither of them want this. But neither of them can stop it, either.

Though it’s also why they try so desperately to help Henry to escape; if they can’t be helped, hopefully he can... Right?

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Though there is technically a thing where I ship Bendy with literally me. No universe-fitting self-insert stuff.

This started due to needing to get my teeth worked on and me being super anxious about it. I needed someone to be with me. Someone small, protective, easy to hold and with wit to make me feel better when scared... I latched onto Bendy, since BATIM happened to be my main special interest at the time.

It’s also where this artwork came from:

So... That’s a thing, too! So it doesn’t quite matter if you call me Rachel, Aki, or Kathy to him, technically.... Though you do get a different answer during F/O Takeovers when asked about him and Kathy!

Have one more art for reading all of this, slkfdjsk

#self insert #self ship #self insert community #self ship community #batim self insert #self shipping #Information on the Inserts #Aki Does Art #THIS ONE HAS SO MUCH ART IN IT #I'VE DRAWN....A LOT FOR BATIM #WHICH I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE #so that's kinda cool actually!!!

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