au: modern/college, all chacrters unless mentioned otherwise are in their sophmore year
pairings: sasuke x reader/naruto x sakura (if you squint)
part 1 (coming soon)
everyone tells you college is where you're supposed to find yourself.
no one talks about what happens when you're trying to lose parts of yourself instead.
transferring to konoha university wasn't meant to be exciting. it was supposed to be temporary.. a fresh start, a different campus, new lecture halls, unfamiliar faces.
keep your head down. get your degree. don't make leaving harder than it has to be.
then, on your first day, you get lost.
one wrong turn leads you to the worst possible place, right into sasuke uchiha. what could've been a small altercation becoming more than what it needed to be.
you figure you'll never see him again.
fate, unfortunately, has other plans.
meanwhile, naruto is determined to become everyone's friend, sakura refuses to let you isolate yourself for long, and the semester keeps moving whether you're ready for it or not.
because sometimes luck doesn't arrive all at once.
sometimes it grows in the spaces between classes, beneath stadium lights, across library tables, and in all the little moments that almost don't seem important.
until one day, you realize they were everything.
Y/N L/N
sophomore year psychology
reading people better than textbooks. iced lattes, annotated novels, some home maintaining a outside life, and bever knowing what's going on in the friend group she's new to.
SASUKE UCHIHA
sophomore year criminal justice
the silent starting shortstop, always sitting in the back row, case files instead of small talk, late nights in the library, and somehow making silence feel intimidating.
SAKURA HARUNO
sophomore year neuroscience
color coded notes, twelve hour study sessions, anatomy flashcards in her backpack, a reputation for being the smartest person in every lecture hall, loves hanging out with her girl friends and being nosey.
NARUTO UZUMAKI
sophomore year journalism/communications
campus talker, loud laugh echoing through the student center, trying to always one up everyone, your basic college kid running on instant ramen and pure determination.
ITACHI UCHIHA
senior year pre-law
top of his class, internships lined up before graduation, name all over scholarship plaques and mock trial awards, intimidating at first but kind, his favorite award has always been being an older brother.
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ALL OTHER CHARACTER MENTIONSUP TO PERSONAL INTERPRETATION
OFFICIAL PLAYLIST:
what is this feeling - ariana grande & cynthia erivo
teeth - 5 seconds of summer
my way - olivia rodrigo
doors - noah kahan
boyfriend - dove cameron
willing and able - noah kahan
when did you get hot? - sabrina carpenter
no one noticed - the marías
12 to 12 - sombr
i know you - faye webster
a/n: hiii this has been in the works for a while and i hope its good to yall!! im very excited for this to be released.
synopsis: can ashton irwin live up to your big expectations?
The first headline about you and Ashton came three days after the dating rumors started.
CAN ASHTON IRWIN LIVE UP TO HER EXPECTATIONS?
It was all about your past love life that you tried to keep as private as possible but somehow always ended publicly on your exes behalf.
The second one came after they were photographed leaving a tiny bookstore in Melbourne, Ashton carrying a stack of novels while you held two coffees.
POP'S MOST IMPOSSIBLE ROMANTIC FINALLY DATING?
It wasn't exactly a secret that your music had built you a reputation, in fact you had prided yourself off of it.
Every interview eventually circled back to the same question.
"Do you think your standards are too high?"
You'd always laugh.
"No. I think the wrong people made me believe the bare minimum was asking for too much."
The internet had turned that answer into your entire personality. Your last album had become an anthem for people who were tired of settling.
Songs about wanting someone who actually listened.
Who remembered little things. Who showed up when they said they would. Who didn't make love feel like a guessing game.
People constantly compared your songwriting to diary entries… hopeful despite the heartbreak.
The comments under every relationship rumor were always the same.
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No man is surviving her standards.
He's got six months.
She's gonna write album of the year.
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Even your own fans joked about it.
Ashton found the memes hilarious. Sitting beside you one day on your couch as he laughed and turned his phone towards you, showing you an instagram post.
"They think I'm on some kind of survival show."
You snorted from beside him, reaching into the popcorn bowl.
"You kind of are." You replied semi seriously as you turned your head to look at him.
"Oh?" He smiled in amusement, raising his eyebrows.
"There are weekly evaluations." You pointed out, poking his ribs with your finger.
He set down the bowl of popcorn dramatically.
"I knew it." He faked annoyance with a giant grin on his face that was hard to contain.
"You scored well this week." You nodded at him.
"I'll take it." He quickly attacked you in a bear hug as you giggled uncontrollably.
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The thing no one saw was how easy he made everything.
Not because he was perfect.
Because he paid attention.
You mentioned once, in passing, that airports overwhelmed you because that’s where you have had a very public breakup with one of your exes that left you sobbing on the curb.
The next time you flew together, Ashton quietly booked a lounge so you could wait somewhere peaceful.
He never mentioned why or even gave much thought into explaining it to you.
You complained that hotel rooms never smelled like home and that they all looked the same.
The next tour stop you opened your hotel room door to find Ashton sitting on the bed with your laptop opened on your favorite movie.
Your favorite scented candle was burning on the dresser near the tv. Your favorite take out food was sitting in the table in the corner of the room along with your favorite soda.
A tiny speaker already connected to your playlist and a blanket from his house wrapped over the bed.
“Your show was great, you did amazing!” he smiled at you as you practically jumped on him.
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You forgot your lucky rings before an awards show.
He drove forty-five minutes back to the hotel, through traffic to get them.
Didn't even tell you until you noticed them sitting beside your makeup.
"You went back?" You asked him, turning to look behind you, eyes wide in surprise
"You wanted them." He replied nonchalantly as he scrolled on his phone and texted people.
"That's like….an hour and a half." You stammered out in disbelief
He shrugged. “So?"
It was always so?
Like loving you wasn't some enormous sacrifice and burden.
Like caring was normal.
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One night you were writing.
You were having a completely difficult night. Absolutely nothing was coming to mind and you were overthinking and overwhelmed with everything.
You stared at the notebook, slightly sniffling as your mind raced from everything to if you fed your cat today to if being in a relationship is the right thing at the moment for you.
"I think maybe everyone online is right." You sniffled as you wiped your eyes, throwing the pen in frustration.
Ashton looked up from tuning one of his guitars.
"About?" He raised an eyebrow.
"My expectations." You huffed out, putting your head in your hands and holding your head up.
He frowned.
"What about them?"
"What if I just...expect too much?" Your voice cracked slightly. Ashton stood up and walked over to where you were sitting.
He closed the notebook gently.
"You expect honesty." He spoke softly, grabbing your hands and pulling them down.
Silence.
"You expect consistency." He turned your chair around and looked down at you.
"You expect someone to communicate." He put both his hands in the side of your head and kissed your forehead.
"You expect someone to celebrate your wins instead of competing with them."
His thumb brushed across your cheek bone.
"You expect someone to make you feel safe."
Your eyes had tear pouring from them at this point, letting out every emotion you had been bottling in for the last few days.
He smiled softly.
"That's not high maintenance." He said softly to your as he wiped you eyes.
"You've just dated people who made kindness feel expensive." He added on.
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The next album came almost two years into your relationship. Fans expected another devastating breakup record, assuming that Ashton was long gone and you had already wrote a song about him.
Track three was called Maggots for Brains
Track seven was called Loving Life Again
The closing song was called Expectations
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fan4: r we gonna talk about how in expectations she said "he will be evolved" and 5sos has a song CALLED EVOLVE???
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---fan3: can atest, i was there yesterday
During an interview, the host smiled knowingly.
"So…” The host pulled her glasses down a little bit and looked at you over them.
You already knew what was coming, you grinned widely.
"People spent years saying your expectations were impossible." She started, smiling back at you.
You laughed. "They weren't." You pulled your sleeve down and grabbed your water.
"What changed?" She asked, winking at you.
You smiled brightly as you thought about Ashton, who wasn’t with you at the moment due to 5SOS tour, but still acted like he was with sending flowers and food to your doorstep.
"The person." You started.
“You know Ashton is a very kind person, in the beginning on the relationship i said there was weekly tests.” You laughed along with the host.
“He passed them all with flying colors and went above and beyond. He’s what I’ve been waiting for and I'm so grateful to have him.” You beamed about him causing a few “aww” from the crew.
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Later that night, Ashton saw the interview clip online.
"So apparently I'm raising the bar." He raised his eyebrows at his phone camera on facetime.
"You are." You smiled and nodded your head.
He groaned dramatically. “Sorry, gentlemen, I know.. I’m just the best." he faked annoyance and ego.
You laughed.
"You know what's funny?" You asked with a soft chuckle, propping your phone up on your vanity as you took your makeup off.
"What?" He asked, giving you his full attention. He quickly shushed Michael as he screamed in the other side of the dressing room he was in.
"They kept saying we'd never work because my expectations were too high." You said, putting your makeup remover down and grabbing your hairbrush.
He just laughed and shrugged. "I never thought they were."
"No?" You asked confused. He quickly got up and walked toa private place of the venue where no one could interrupt his conversation with you.
"I just figured-" He opened and closed a door before continuing.
"...if someone tells you exactly how they want to be loved, why wouldn't you listen?" He spoke nonchalantly, propping his phone up on some kind of table he was sitting at.
You stared at him a little dumbfounded by his response, everyone you had before always complained about everything you had asked for, even if it was as much as grabbing a water even though they're grabbing one for themselves already.
"See?" You groaned out.
"What?" He asked in shock at your response.
"This is exactly why everyone online likes you more than me." You put your hands over your face and dragged them down.
He laughed so hard he had knocked his phone over, hearing a little 'woah' before seeing his phone propped up again. You laughed slightly.
"They don't like me more." He tried to argue with you.
"They absolutely do."
"They just like seeing you happy."
You rested your head against you propped up knee on your chair, looking into the camera. You smiled slightly watching him talk about things.
For years, people had mistaken your songs for wishful thinking.
As if asking to be chosen, respected, and cherished was some impossible fantasy.
Then Ashton came along.
He never treated your expectations like a challenge to conquer or a checklist to complete.
He simply loved you in all the quiet ways you'd been writing about all along.
And somewhere between the airport lounges, handwritten notes tucked into musical instrument cases, surprise visits after late night shows, and the way he still looked at you like you were his favorite person in every room, your fans slowly realized something too.
Your standards hadn't been unrealistic.
They'd just been waiting for the right person to meet them.
"I have to go, love." He said, breaking your zone out state.
"Ok" You frowned into the camera. "I miss you." you picked up your phone and moved it closer to your face.
"Blow the roof off that place rockstar." You added as he also picked up his phone.
"Just for you. I love you!" He kissed his phone camera before hanging up.
a/n: i've been getting into BIGBANG and T.O.P following the release of his album so please forgive if this doesnt seem accurate, i do not know much about them yet but i love him!! :)
this is also short, part 2 will be longer
pairing: ex!T.O.P x music star!reader
summary: you and t.o.p broke up after schedules not working for nearly a year and a half no, no matter if you tried to make time for each other or not.. the universe had other plans. nearly immediately it hits the internet making it public. you release a new collab song about your breakup, he hears it.
extras: i dont want to live forever by ZAYN & Taylor Swift used, happy ending????????????
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11:42 PM.
the clock on the wall ticked too loudly for a room that quiet. sitting across the room from you was your nearly ex-boyfriend.
“i don’t think we can keep doing this.” you spoke it first, not because you wanted to but because someone had to.
he didn’t respond right away. just stared at the floor, jaw tight, like he was trying to find a way around the truth you just dropped between you.
“..doing what?” he asked finally, even though he knew, looking up at you through glossed over eyes. He sniffled once and looked towards the wall to avoid looking at you, trying to keep the tears from falling.
“this,” you gestured weakly between the two of you. “trying to fit into spaces that don’t exist anymore.”
his eyes flicked over to yours, stern as if he was trying to protect something that he knew he couldn't.
“they exist,” he said. “we just-”
“we don’t have time for them,” you cut in, voice shaking despite your best effort. “we keep trying, and it never works.” wrapping your arms around your body and shrugging.
“it can work,” he insisted, standing up, putting his hands in his pockets and letting out a breath. “we just have to-”
“try harder?” you laughed bitterly. “seunghyun, we’ve been trying for months.” you gave him a sad smile.
The silence in the room was heavy and unavoidable as if you both didn't know what to say next, you broke eye contact. you looked at the floor and kicked your foot against it as you took a deep breath.
“i don’t even know when i’ll see you next,” you admitted, quieter now. “and when I do, it feels like we’re just passing through each other’s lives.”
his expression cracked for a second. “that’s not what I want.”
"i know,” you whispered. “it’s not what I want either.” you looked back up at him to find him already looking at you, eyes brimmed red as he sniffled back tears from falling.
“then why are we giving up?” the question hit straight through you because you weren’t giving up. you were just.... out of options.
“because loving each other like this is starting to hurt more than it feels good.” that did it. you saw it in his face, the exact moment the fight left him.
the moment reality settled in. he looked away, nodding slowly like he was trying to accept something he didn’t agree with but knew it had to happen.
“so that’s it?” he asked quietly. tears burned behind your eyes. you hated how calm he sounded, how final it felt.
“i think it has to be.” another long pause.
then he grabbed his jacket. no yelling. no dramatic last words. just quiet devastation on both ends.
he stopped at the door... for a second, just a second you thought he might turn around. that he would say something, fix it, choose you.
but he didn’t.
“take care of yourself,” he said instead and then he left.
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the breakup had a timestamp.
not metaphorically. not emotionally. literally.
11:42 PM, splashed across every entertainment site, every trending tab, every comment section that suddenly decided they knew everything about you and him.
“mutual decision,” the statements said.
“busy schedules.”
“continued support.”
lies always sounded prettier when they were formatted in clean paragraphs.
because there was nothing mutual about the way your voice had cracked in that final argument. nothing clean about the way he had walked out, jaw tight, eyes refusing to look back like if he did, he might stay.
and nothing supportive about the silence that followed.
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weeks passed.
you stopped checking your phone for his name. stopped replaying old voicemails. stopped wearing the hoodie he left behind.
mostly.
the world, however, didn’t stop.
every move you made was watched. every studio session speculated. every blurry paparazzi photo turned into a headline.
so when rumors started swirling about a collaboration, people paid attention.
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the teaser dropped at midnight. no proper rollout, no explanation. just a instagram picture and teaser video of a black screen, your voice cutting through the silence like a confession you never got to say.
“been sitting eyes wide open behind these four wall hoping you'd call...”
the internet exploded. because it wasn’t just your voice.
halfway through the teaser, another voice joined and it was smooth, haunting, achingly familiar in a completely different way.
a top idol that was highly unexpected
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the full song dropped three days later. the music video was simple.
no elaborate sets, no choreography. just you for most of it by yourself, in the moonlight/streetlight with a lone car that was on in the background. the ocean behind you along with a boardwalk.
and then him, jung-kook standing in front of you as he sang his lines, portraying your ex in the music video.
two people with the same loneliness from two different walks of life. Everyone knew who it was about.
they didn’t need confirmation when you sang the chorus like it physically hurt to breathe:
“I don’t wanna live forever, ‘cause I know I’ll be living in vain.”
your voice wavered, just slightly. not enough to ruin the take. enough to make it real. as the music video ended, the guy walked away, leaving you alone at the car... symbolic of what had happened in real life that night.
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he heard it...of course he did.
he tried not to.
tried to ignore the messages flooding his phone, the group chats lighting up, the members giving him those careful looks like they didn’t know whether to say something or pretend nothing was happening.
but curiosity is cruel like that.
so sometime past 2 AM, in a dark apartment that suddenly felt too big, too quiet.. he decided to press play.
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the first verse already felt like a punch, not because of the lyrics... because of you.
your voice wasn’t polished the way it usually was. it wasn’t controlled. it wasn’t performing and perfect how your management had usually wanted. like every word had been dragged out of you instead of carefully written.
he sat there, elbows on his knees, phone clenched in his hand, staring at nothing as the video unfolded.
and then the chorus hit.... and then it clicked.
this wasn’t just another breakup song you had decided to write, this was THE breakup song.
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he noticed things other people wouldn’t. the way your eyes avoided the camera at certain lines. the way your fingers tightened in the fabric of your sleeve during the bridge.
the second verse came in with your collaborator, and for a second he felt... jealous
because the man in the video was standing forehead to forehead with you, holding your arms.
because someone else was standing in a space that used to belong to him.
even if it was just a song.
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by the time it ended, the room felt suffocating. the silence after was worse.
he replayed the last few seconds without meaning to, your voice fading out, almost whispering the final line like you didn’t fully believe it.
like you didn’t want to.
his phone buzzed. messages. notifications. headlines already forming.
“A subtle jab?”
“A message to her ex?”
“Emotional masterpiece leaves fans speculating.”
he didn’t open any of them. instead, he scrolled back to your post. looking at the pictures that once were where the pictures you had up of the two of you. he exhaled slowly, running a hand over his face.
across the city, you sat in your studio, knees pulled to your chest on the couch, staring at the same video playing silently on loop.
your team had left hours ago. your collaborator had texted you
you good?
proud of you.
you replied with a simple heart but now it was just you and your thoughts and the headlines.
sitting at the studio, mixing things on your laptop and playing them over the speakers, listening to music you were working on or even just listening to your friends music.. you were finally relaxing...
until your phone lit up with a text message for the first time in hours.
grabbing your phone you quickly read the name that had you frozen in your chair. your breath caught in your throat.
you didn’t need a name, you saw the profile picture and just knew.
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seung-hyun!<3: your song was great, very catchy, very proud of you
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you stared at the message for a long time… long enough for your screen to dim… long enough for your heart to start doing that annoying, traitorous thing where it remembered instead of moved on.
Finally, you typed back.
Slow. Careful. Like each word mattered.
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y/n: thanks! i really appreciate that :)
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three dots appeared. then disappeared. then appeared again. and repeated itself for the next 5 minutes.
you stared at your phone screen the entire time, watching all the dots.
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seung-hyun!<3: i listened to it three times… was wondering if we could talk?
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A shaky breath left your lips before you could stop it.
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y/n: did you want to call?
seung-hyun!<3: yeah.
seung-hyun!<3: guess i’m not as good at letting go as i thought.
wc: 2.1k+
summary: you and Calum were childhood best friends but when your adult lies got busy, you stopped reaching out to each other. you both find yourselves in the same bar and things take a turn.
a/n: im so sorry in advance
based off the song: last call for us by ella langley
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The first thing you notice is the laugh.
Not his face nor his tattoos.
Not even the broad shoulders that had once belonged to the lanky boy who climbed trees faster than anyone else in your neighborhood.
Just the laugh.
It cuts through the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses like it always has, warm and familiar enough to stop you in your tracks before your brain has time to catch up.
Your hand freezes halfway to your drink.
No. Your eyes widened as you turn your head.
It couldn't be.
You look toward the other end of the bar, and there he is.
Calum.
For a split second, the room disappears.
The music becomes muffled beneath the rush of blood in your ears, conversations fading into a distant blur. It feels like the floor has shifted beneath you, like someone has reached into your chest and pulled on a thread you'd spent two years carefully trying to tuck away.
He looks older than the last time you saw him.
Not dramatically, it had just been a few years since you had seen him last.
His hair curls a little longer around towards the back of his neck than you remember. More tattoos snake beneath the sleeves of a faded black, tight fit t-shirt.
His jaw is sharper now, softened only by the familiar dimple that appears whenever he smiles at something one of his friends says.
The little silver ring still sits on his finger.
He still absentmindedly taps rhythms against the bar with his fingertips.
Some habits never leave.
As if sensing your stare, he glances up. His eyes meet yours.
The smile that was painted on his face, falls. A look of shock crossing his eyes.
For one impossible heartbeat, neither of you moves.
Then his lips part ever so slightly.
"...Y/N?"
It was a quiet that you could barely hear it.
Your feet carry you toward him before your mind has made the decision.
You stop a few feet away, both of you wearing the same expression.. a mixture of disbelief, nostalgia, and something that hurts too much to name.
"You look....."
He trails off, shaking his head with a quiet laugh. "I wasn't expecting to see you."
"I could say the same thing." You laughed softly back, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked at him.
"You still live here?" He asked, standing up and walking over to meet you where you were.
You nod as you looked up at him, taking in notes of how his eyes had aged.
"I never left."
He smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"I'm only here for a few days."
Of course he is.
He always was.
For the past decade, Calum had become someone the whole world borrowed. Cities, countries, tours, interviews, studios.
There had once been a time when you knew exactly where he'd be every afternoon after school. Now you couldn't even guess what continent he'd wake up on.
He gestures toward the empty stool beside him. "Would it be weird if I bought you a drink?"
You let out the smallest laugh.
"I think it'd be weirder if you didn't."
One drink becomes two.
Two become hours.
The conversation falls into place with startling ease, like slipping into a favorite sweater you'd forgotten you still owned.
You tell him about your job, how your cats had been doing, updates on your family, and so so much more.
He tells you about recording.
You laugh about the time he broke his arm trying to jump off your garage roof because he insisted he could "absolutely land it."
"You dared me." He scoffed with a giant grin on his face.
"I absolutely did not." You rolled your eyes, bringing your drink up to your lips and taking a sip.
"You literally counted down." He argued back jokingly.
"I counted because I thought you'd chicken out." It was now your turn to scoff at him with a grin on you face.
"You underestimated how stupid thirteen-year-old me was." He said slightly loud.
"I still underestimate how stupid thirty-year-old you is." You laughed, putting a hand on his forearm as you leaned forward.
He grins. "Fair."
You both laugh. The conversation was basically effortless.
You had been neighbors before you had been friends.
Your bedrooms faced each other across a narrow stretch of grass, and during summer break you'd sit on your respective roofs shouting conversations across the gap until one of your parents yelled for you to come inside.
At twelve, he'd taught you how to play bass.
At fourteen, you'd helped him pass algebra.
At sixteen, he was the first person you called after getting your driver's license.
At seventeen, he held your hand outside the hospital after a family member had passed away, never saying a word because he knew you didn't want comfort, you just didn't want to be alone.
By eighteen, everyone assumed you were dating.
You weren't. Not then at least.
The feelings had always existed beneath the surface, quietly waiting for one of you to be brave enough.
Neither of you were.
Until twenty-two.
"It was raining." Calum says suddenly, breaking the silence.
You blink.
"What?" You asked him confused.
"The first time we kissed." He stated as if it was matter of fact
You smile into your glass, putting it down and looking at him. "You remember."
"You don't?" He replied almost too fast for your liking.
"I remember everything."
The confession hangs between you.
You'd been sitting in his truck after watching some terrible horror movie. Rain hammered against the windshield while neither of you made any move to leave.
You'd looked at him. He'd looked at you.
Then quietly asked,
"Can I?"
You'd never answered. You'd simply leaned across the center console. It had felt inevitable almost like breathing.
Like finally finishing a sentence the two of you had been writing since childhood.
"What happened to us?" His voice is barely above a whisper, his drink long forgotten about as he looked over at you.
It's the first difficult question of the night. You stare down at the condensation gathering around your glass.
"We grew up." You swallowed hard as you downed the last of your drink and ordered another.
"No." Calum replied short, letting out a huff of a laugh as he leaned back into his chair.
"We did." Your gaze followed him as he leaned back.
"I think.." he sighs. "I think we just kept missing each other."
You know he's right. When he was home, you were building your career. When you finally had time, he was halfway across the world.
Phone calls became voice messages. Voice messages became texts. Texts became likes on Instagram.
Likes became birthdays. Birthdays became....
Nothing.
Not because either of you stopped caring but because caring wasn't enough anymore.
Eventually, silence became easier than missing someone every day.
The bartender announces last call.
The words slice through the warmth surrounding the two of you.
Last call.
The irony isn't lost on either of you.
Calum lets out a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Guess they're trying to tell us something."
You smile sadly, eyes welling up with tears as you quickly sniffled and threw your head back so they wouldn't fall.
"They're a little late."
Outside, the night air is cool enough to raise goosebumps across your arms.
The city feels quieter than it should.
Streetlights paint soft pools of gold across empty pavement while the sounds of distant traffic echo somewhere beyond the parking lot.
For a while, neither of you says anything.
You both simply stand there.
Two people who know each other better than almost anyone else trying to figure out how to become strangers.
"I've missed you." He said softly, breaking the silence.
The words come so quietly you almost don't hear them.
You close your eyes.
"I know."
"No." His voice cracks.
"You don't." He added.
When you look back at him, his eyes are glossy.
"I've looked for you in every city." He confessed, a tear falling down his face.
Your breath catches.
"In coffee shops." He laughs weakly.
"At airports, in crowds." His voice became desperate and almost like begging.
"Every girl I'd meet..." he pauses. "I'd wonder if she'd laugh like you."
Your chest aches, tears falling from your eyes as you now stood in front of him. The dull glow from the street light and the moon illuminating his tear stained face.
"I stopped listening to songs you would've liked because I couldn't send them to you anymore."
Silence settles around you but its not awkward. You swallow hard before replying to him.
"I did the same thing."
He steps closer but its not enough to touch.
Just enough that you can smell the cedarwood cologne you bought him for Christmas years ago.
You wonder if he realizes he's still wearing it.
"I kept thinking that if we ran into each other again that it would..." he started before he laughed, shaking his head and looking down..
"...maybe it'd mean something."
"It does." You quickly said, he looked up at you.
"It does?"
"It means we finally get to say goodbye." You said softly, reaching out to run your hand down his arm and to hold his hand gently.
His face falls almost imperceptibly.
"I don't want goodbye."
"I know." You said softly, your voice breaking.
"I want another chance."
Your heart begs you to say yes. To ask him to stay. To suggest breakfast tomorrow.
One more coffee.
One more conversation.
One more kiss.
One more week.
One more life.
But you know yourselves too well. If he stayed until tomorrow...
Tomorrow would become next weekend and then next month and then another goodbye at another airport.
Another promise to call. Another cycle of almosts. You couldn't survive losing him twice.
"I think.." you whisper. "We've loved each other in every way except the one that mattered."
He wipes at his eye with the heel of his other hand.
"...That's a cruel thing to say." He let out a slight chuckle.
"It's true." You said, your heart breaking as you did the opposite of what your brain was screaming at you to say.
"We were kids." He laughed dryly.
"We were."
"We were friends."
"The best."
"We were almost everything." He shook his head, taking his hand away and looking at the ground, kicking at it.
You nod. "Almost."
He opens his arms and you step into them immediately.
He still hugs exactly the same...one hand spread across your back, the other cradling the back of your head like he's trying to memorize the shape of you.
You bury your face against his chest, listening to the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat, your tears soaking his shirt.
You wonder if his heart recognizes yours the way yours still recognizes his.
"I loved you," he whispers into your hair.
Not love.
Loved.
Past tense. It somehow hurts more.
Tears spill down both of yours cheeks before you can stop them.
"I know." You whispered into his chest.
"I never stopped." You added on, squeezing your eyes shut to try and make the tears stop.
"I know."
When you finally pull apart, you're both smiling through tears.
The kind of smiles reserved for people who know this moment will live inside them forever.
"I hope," he says quietly, "that whoever gets to love you next gets all the versions of you I never got to meet."
Your throat tightens as you take a deep breathe.
"I hope someone reminds you that you don't have to carry everything by yourself." You reply to him.
He laughs through wet eyes. "You always knew me too well."
"I had a lot of practice." You joke, nudging him with your elbow.
One final laugh.
One final smile.
One final look.
He starts walking backward toward his rental car, unwilling to turn away just yet.
You do the same.
Halfway there, he raises two fingers to his forehead in the same stupid salute he'd given you since you were eleven years old the one he'd do even more after you complained of how cringey it was, every road trip, every sleepover, every hangout.
The one that had always meant,
See you later.
Your lip trembles as you return it.
But this time, instead of see you later.
You both know what it really means.
Goodbye.
And as he drives away, taillights disappearing into the dark until there is nothing left but empty road, you realize that some people are never meant to stay forever.
Some people are meant to teach you what home feels like so that one day, when they're gone, you'll spend the rest of your life trying to build that feeling again.
not sure if lot of you have been seeing what is going on with isaac and some of his friends/other group members but if you have..
i currently do not feel comfortable about writing about isaac at the moment, that could be subject to change debating on how to situation is handled but at the moment i feel very strongly towards my decision to step away from his content as a whole atm.
please respect my decision and i will provide updates if he decides to speak on things further :)
warnings : most of these are very suggestive, reader is presumed female
a/n: you guys loved part 1 so i made a part 2!! enjoy :) REQUESTS ARE BEING WORKED ON! i’m so sorry there’s so many and im chipping away at all of them in small pieces
once again clips are taken/altered from other streamers to fit the scenarios. some scenarios are originally written though.
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Chuckle week had just ended a few days prior.
Schlatt being himself, got out of LA as fast as humanly possible to his little place in New York.
You on the other hand, had decided to stay a few more days for one of My Chemical Romance's black parade concerts.
"Wait F/N can you hand me my phone- oop thank- thank you!" You smiled at your friend before looking back at your camera
"What is this for?" Reading chat out loud.
You picked up a blending brush a dipped it into black eye shadow, bringing it up to your eyelid.
"I'm with a few of my irl friends and we're going to see My Chem." You smiled into the camera as you put the brush down and picked up an small angle brush, blending black eye shadow under my eye to enhance the eyeliner.
"Chat, I haven't done this kind of makeup since like 2021." You confessed as you looked at your full face of makeup that you had on along with your outfit.
You couldn't deny that you looked HOT. But it was also hot out so I guess it fit.
"Wait I need- oh!" You looked down at your phone to see a facetime call coming through.
"Guys say hi to Schlatt." You told stream.
You answered the call, turning the phone so the stream could see your phone screen.
"All I'm saying is.. y/n if you come to New York looking like that I'm fucking the shit outta you.” He says seriously with a straight face, looking dead straight into the camera.
“That’s not even a-" he hangs up abruptly, leaving your mouth wide open and your cheeks burning red.
You laughed in disbelief as your chat flew at high speeds. "I don't even know what to say."
"Guys I think I have to go back to New York." You smirked at the camera and then eneded stream.
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“Wait, wait, wait you’re telling me that-“ You were multiple shots in at this point of the ‘drink or truth’ stream you were having with Ted.
He was a few shots behind you but you kept getting asked questions about you relationship that you wanted to keep private.
“You thought I was dating F/N when we met??” You cackled and threw your head back.
“The first time I met you, you were drunk making out with them at a party.” He laughed back at you with a bottle in his hand.
Schlatt sat in his apartment, editing a vod with your stream pulled up as background noise.
“Ok I have a few questions.” Ted semi-slurred.
You grabbed a water and turned to look at chat as he spoke.
“If you could tell Charlie one thing right now what would it be?” Ted questioned as he grabbed a bag of chips and opened it, starting to munch on them.
“I would tell him…” you stopped for a moment to think, looking at chat.
You leaned onto your counter island, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.
“I’d tell him I love you buddy, keep up the good work on the videos.” You smiled into the camera before turning your head to look at Ted who wiped his hands off before pushing the bag away.
“Now.” He started as he looked down at you.
“If you could say one thing to Schlatt right now what would you say?” He questioned.
“I’d say bend it over, smack it from the back.” You spoke quickly, not leaving a single moment of silence between his question and your answer.
Schlatt immediately started laughing.
Reaching for his phone and quickly hitting your contact, he put his phone up to his ear.
“You can’t just say that.” Schlatt laughed loudly into the phone as soon as you answered.
“You should come over.” You laughed into the phone back.
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“You are literally not listening to me,” you snap, ripping the instruction manual out of his hand while pointing the tiny screwdriver at him like a weapon.
“The shelves go on after the side panels.”
“No, they don’t,” Schlatt argues back immediately, equally loud. “Why would they design it like that? That makes zero sense.”
“Because it’s IKEA!” You argued back, looking up at him as he stood up and you sat kneeling on the floor.
“That’s not an answer!” He responded, holding his hands out in front of him in frustration.
The stream can hear every second of it.
Your back is to the camera as you sat beside the half-built TV stand in your new apartment, one of Schlatt’s hoodies hanging off your shoulder while cardboard and packing foam absolutely destroy the living room around you.
“You stripped the screw,” you accuse and you crossed your arms, watching him.
“You handed me the wrong screwdriver!” He shouted back as he lightly threw the tool on the ground.
“There were TWO.”
“There shouldn’t be two!”
Chat is flying by so fast neither of you can read it anymore, both too busy bickering in the middle of your brand new apartment surrounded by unpacked boxes and loose screws.
“Move your hand-”
“No, you move your hand-”
ding
TTS cuts through the yelling.
“aaron883 donated ten dollars. Y/N’s ass looks great from this angle.”
You both fell silent. You freeze with your back still facing the camera.
Schlatt slowly turns toward his monitor like he just heard a gunshot.
“what?” he said calmly.
You whip around first. “EXCUSE ME?” you replied to the stream loudly.
“HELLO?” Schlatt barks at the screen. “What kind of freak shit is that?”
“I’m literally building furniture!” you yell at the camera, focusing all your frustration on chat as a joke.
“Like can we focus on the task at hand?” Schlatt adds aggressively. “We’re in a domestic dispute right now.”
Chat starts spamming LMAOOOOO.
“You people are ENABLERS,” you accuse, pointing at the camera.
Another dono immediately pops up. “worth every penny.”
“Oh my GOD,” Schlatt groans. “Mods, hit him with hammers.” he picked up the instruction manual and looked at it.
“No seriously, ban him for life,” you add. “Public execution.”
“You cannot be objectifying my girlfriend while she’s holding an allen wrench.” he added on as he looked down at you, you were looking towards chat.
“I’m covered in dust and emotional distress!”
Schlatt points dramatically toward you. “She hasn’t eaten in, like, four hours because of THIS TABLE.”
“THIS ISN’T EVEN A TABLE!”
“SEE?” he shouts at chat. “WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.”
Another dono. “camera still pointed tho.”
You and Schlatt both look at the camera.
Then at each other.
Then back at the camera.
“Oh my fucking GOD-”
Schlatt lunges across the room to move it while he yells., “YOU PEOPLE HAVE LOST YOUR PRIVILEGES.”
You looked up at him and laughed as he cussed out stream.
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y/nuser:
📍Los Angeles / 🎵: freaks by surf curse
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y/nuser: i know this song gave you flashbacks to a simpler time, welcome to chuckle week
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jschlatt: why am i here twice
-y/nuser: cause i wanted to lick my screen twice
—jschlatt: i got something else you can lick twice
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“Howdy neighbor!” You and Katie yelled into your microphones as you ran up to Schlatt.
His minecraft character looked at the both of you, he sighed loudly into his mic.
“How did you manage-“ He turned in game towards Katie.
“To get my girlfriend to be equally as annoying as you are.” He complained to the two girls in front of him.
You giggled into your mic and spun in a circle.
“I think i’m just being myself J, is that an issue with you?” You spoke with a serious tone, turning to look at him.
He quickly started stumbling and sputtering out words. “I don’t- what made you- I mean-“
You turned your character an walked into Schlatts two story New York style inspired house.
Schlatt should’ve known the stream was doomed the second Quackity invited Y/N and Katie to “come look at his house.”
“It’s actually insane,” Quackity says over vc, trying not to laugh already. “Like architecturally offensive.”
“My house is FINE,” Schlatt argues him immediately.
Y/N walks through the water and stops in front of the house. There’s a long silence.
“…why is everything brick.” You asked as you turned to look at him.
“What do you MEAN why is everything brick?” He asked, annoyed that you had something to say about his house.
“The floor is red. The walls are brick. The ceiling is red. This looks like a emo kids AirBnB.” You had said out loud without thinking. Katie and Quackity immediately bust out laughing.
Schlatt groans. “You people don’t understand minimalist design.”
Quackity snorts. “Minimalist? Dude, there’s literally one chair.”
“It’s efficient!” He quickly argued back,
While he’s distracted arguing, you quietly start replacing random blocks in the wall with pink wool.
Katie joins in immediately.
By the time Schlatt notices, there’s a giant uneven pink heart built into the side of his house facing spawn.
“Oh my GOD.” He screams out at be two girls.
“It’s cute!” You announce defensively.
“It looks diseased!”
Quackity is absolutely no help, adding lanterns and flower pots around it. “Wait wait, this is actually bringing the build together.”
“YOU are banned from my property.” He turned around to look at you.
“Babe,” You say sweetly, “you said you wanted the house to have more personality.”
“I did not mean cyberbullying.”
Katie’s giggling so hard she accidentally lets a creeper explode part of the front yard.
The vc goes silent.
Then Quackity loses it first, full wheezing laughter as Schlatt just stares at the crater in exhausted disbelief.
Hello! I absolutely LOVED your part 1 of gdragon x idol! reader are there any plans for part 2 😭❤️ i really REALLY enjoyed it!!! Thank you for your works i hope you have a great day ❤️
yes yes absolutely!! i have a rough outline of it currently but my life is insanely busy, i also have sooo many requests to do!
everything will be done eventually!!! thank you so much for the kind words :)
SYNOPSIS: G is dating a KPOP idol and you’re dating an international celebrity… or are you? When fake publicity gets put aside for the sake of your guys’ very real secret relationship. you both drop two confessional love songs. will the fans figure out if they’re about eachother?
A/N: lots of social media presence in this one!! possibly a pt 2 as well??
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@-ynxo:
📍seoul city
598,483 people have liked this
@-ynxo: seoul city out friday at 9 PM KST ˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖
fan34: OMG???
fan2: WHO IS THAT????
xxxibgdrgn: excited!
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You had just hit post on instagram, two pictures with the announcement for a new song dropping in a few days.
A song you wrote in your room at 3 AM months ago, as your secret boyfriend laid next to you sound asleep.
A song about him.
You look out the window to you right, the curtain slightly open to let in some moonlit. Yet another night where you were awake with him sleeping next to you. Déjà vu of the night you had written this song.
Blurry, neon-lit, unmistakably Seoul. Rain slicking the streets, reflections stretching like melted light. The soft snoring and slight twitching from the man next to you.
You sighed in content as you put your phone down and laid down in bed, an arm finding its way to you immediately and pulling you closer.
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Within minutes of the teaser dropping, the internet combusts.
@popculturefeed
Y/N just dropped a teaser?? HELLO??? WHAT IS THIS ERA???
@kpopdecoded
this feels… personal. like too personal.
@midnightanalysis
what do we think this song is about??? lover girl era???? baddie era???
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You don’t say much about it. You never do, you love to watch your fans try to come up with their own theories… but you did love to tease them.
Just one post on twitter:
@-ynxo:
seoul feels different at night xx
Fans immediately started running with the fact that you put ‘xx’. Typing in all caps in replies how it’s ‘lover girl era’ and also trying to figure out who the song could possibly be about.
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“Are you excited?” G asks as he sits on the floor, cross legged in between your legs as you play absentmindedly with his hair, looking at the TV.
“Hmm?” You hummed, getting pulled back to reality from zoning out.
“Of course I am…” you trail off, lightly pulling at his hair so his neck bends backwards so you could see his face even though he was looking at you upside down.
“It’s a beautiful song, they’re going to love.” He teases you, smiling as he speaks to you.
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Three days later, the full song releases and suddenly, everything clicks into place in the best way possible because it’s not just a song.
It’s a confession to your fans that you have found someone after keeping it private for so sooo long.
Soft and intimate, your voice wrapped around lyrics that feel like they were never meant to be heard by anyone except one person.
Late nights. Hidden meetings. A love that exists in quiet spaces a person that was tied to Seoul.
A person you can’t name.
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@lyricbreaks
wait doesn’t she have a rumor that she has a relationship with bigbangs daesung?????
@urbanpopgirl
this is not casual dating this is SECRET RELATIONSHIP ENERGY
@detectivecarat
WHO IS IN SEOUL THAT SHE’S WRITING LIKE THIS
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Speculation spreads like wildfire.
Daesung.
Everyone had suspected you two were together after multiple posts about each other. Holidays, birthdays, random weekends during random months.
@-ynxo
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@-ynxo: movie night ˚⟡˖ ࣪
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YNXOUPDATES HAS JUST TWEETED!
ynxoupdates: wait what if the song is about gdragon??? theyve been hanging out more than daesung!!
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@-ynxo
4 days ago
🎵 flowers by aespa / 📍 seoul -> nyc
tagged: xxxibgdrgn
xxxibgdrgn and 957,323 people liked this post
@-ynxo: on the go 𓂃۶ৎ
fan6: wait what about daesung???
fan238: G DRAAAAGONNNN
fan38: wait theyre kinda cute
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The internet spectated left and right about idols lives 24/7. As if they were their best friends and needed them to listen to every single word they say and every action they want them to do.
But in reality they don't know anything.
Because at the exact same time this video went up online...
Across the city, in a studio that smells faintly like mint and expensive cologne...
G-Dragon is sitting back in his chair, phone in hand, listening to your voice like it might ruin him.
Again.
And again.
And again.
He doesn’t speak and he doesn’t move. Just lets the final line play out, soft and intimate.
“…tell me what to do, Mr. General.....”
He falls silent as his head rolls back and he lets out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling of the studio. He lets out a humourless laugh and keeps a giant grin on his face.
“…You’re insane,” he murmurs to no one.
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“Hyung?”
Ji-Yong doesn’t answer, looking at the buttons in front of him, hand fidgeting with his phone as the other holds his head up with his elbow on his knee.
“Are you even listening-”
“Play it again.” G replies to the other guy in the room, leaning back against the chair.
The producer blinks. “Again? You’ve heard it like five-”
“I need to make sure it's perfect.” There’s something in his voice this time that makes the room go quiet.
"Play it again." He adds on, looking at the producer. The track restarts.
And G-Dragon closes his eyes, jaw tightening just slightly.
Because no one else in this room understands what they’re hearing.
But he does, he understands every line, every pause, every word, every melody.
It was a song you had helped him draft almost a year ago, never being able to finish it. He decided to finish it alone and change somethings to make it about you.
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GDRAGONUPDATES HAS JUST TWEETED!
gdragonupdates: HELLO HE JUST DROPPED A SONG WITHOUT ANNNOUNCING IT!!!!!! STREAM IBELONGIIU OUT NOW!!!
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A new G-Dragon song? Without it being announced first? The internet doesn’t just react.
It erupts.
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@bigbangupdates
GDRAGON COMEBACK?? AND THIS SOUNDS LIKE A LOVE SONG??
@theorythread
hold on. HOLD ON.
the timing??? right after y/n???
@popdetectives
no because if these songs are connected i’m going to lose my mind
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When IBELONGIIU drops, it doesn’t just confirm suspicions. It makes everything worse.
Because where Seoul City is soft and longing and melodic... IBELONGIIU sounds more possessive, more upbeat, completely devoted to this other person people don't know about.
This song sounds like certainty.
Like he’s talking to someone he knows belongs with him, even if the world doesn’t.
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@analysisqueen
THESE ARE NOT TWO SEPARATE STORIES
@delusionalmaybe
what if… WHAT IF… THEY’RE ABOUT EACH OTHER
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The theory hits the timeline like a shockwave.
At first, people laugh it off.
“No way.”
“That’s insane.”
“They’ve never even—”
But then fans started comparing lyrics, pictures, hair colors, timelines, etc. Finding that their timelines are ODDLY similar...
Merch drops, pets, hair colors, tours, nails colors... every little thing..
Except there's one problem that's stopping people from completely thinking that these songs are for each other... them catching that you're both secretly together...
G-Dragon is still being photographed leaving restaurants with someone else. Laughing. Smiling. Playing the role perfectly.
And you? You’re halfway across the world on a press tour, rumored to be “getting close” to some international celebrity.
You know.. after being rumored to be "getting close" with Daesung... and every other male you're friends with.
—
You reach over for your phone as it pings.
> gee🐉
i’m outside let me in!!!!
You quickly smile, standing up and practically running to your front door. Whipping the door open to see your boyfriend standing there with a bag of snacks and drinks.
“We’ve both been so busy lately.” He lets himself in, sliding off his shoes before continuing to walk into your apartment.
“I thought we could sit a debrief about something.” He added, hanging up his coat and going to sit in your couch.
You shut the door softly before turning around and joining him on the couch.
“What do you want to talk about?” you asked, grabbing the remote and turning on a show you both had been watching in your free time together.
“I know this might sound crazy but I need you to hear me out….” He trails off, reaching over to take your hand in his.
You look over at him with a slight shocked/nervous expression.
“Haha… what is it…” you asked him, turning your full body to see him.
omg im obsessed with ur writing!! i had an idea and now stay with me, schlatt and reader mutual pining, talking to their friends about each other, thinkingthe other has no clue, being scared theyre being too obvious, but EVERYONE ELSE sees it, then finally somehow it gets revealed and they live happily ever after
THIS WHOLE TIME??? // schlatt x reader
a/n: im so sorry ive been gone for so long SOOOO many life things happened but i am back:)
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“i just think it’s weird,” you say, curled up on the couch, phone in hand as you rant into the group call.
“like, he always sits next to me. every time. coincidence? i think not.” you add on, on the other end, there’s a pause.
“you mean your best friend?” someone deadpans, snorting as they say it.
you ignore that. “and the way he looks at me sometimes? like.... like he’s thinking something. but then he never says anything!” you exasperate, putting your head in your hands.
another pause.
“.....you mean the way people look at someone they’re in love with?”
“WHAT? no. no. he doesn’t- he definitely doesn’t-" you quickly stutter out.
—
“i don’t know, man,” schlatt says, pacing slightly, one hand running through his hair. “she just." he sighs. "she laughs at everything i say. like everything... even the stuff that’s not funny.”
“have you considered,” his friend says slowly, “that she likes you?” he wiggles his eyebrows at him, smirking, drink in hand.
“no, no, no,” schlatt shakes his head immediately. “she’s just nice. she’s like that with everyone.”
“she is not like that with everyone.” ted quickly argues back, scoffing as he takes a sip from his cup.
“you don’t know that.”
“i literally watched her ignore three other people talking just to listen to you explain something stupid about microphones.” he pointed at him, putting his cup down and grabbing his phone to text someone.
schlatt hesitates.
“it wasn’t stupid.” he grumbles.
—
it gets worse. you start overanalyzing everything.
the way his hand brushes yours when you pass something? accidental.
the way he texts you first almost every day? habit.
the way he remembers tiny details about you... your favorite snacks, the exact way you take your coffee, the fact you once mentioned liking a random movie and he watched it just to talk about it with you....
coincidence. all coincidence. because if it’s not?
that means there’s something to lose.
—
schlatt does the same thing.
you lean into him slightly during a video? you’re just comfortable. you steal his hoodie and never give it back? you’re just cold. you look at him like he hung the stars?
…...okay, that one makes him short circuit a little. making him forget what he was about to show you on his phone or what he was about to say.
but still. you don’t like him like that. you can’t. everyone else is losing their minds.
—
“just tell her,” someone groans as schlatt brings you up in conversation to try to relate to someone who was talking about how they always get their girlfriend coffee every sunday.
schlatt always brings you food when he comes over to yours.
“no,” schlatt says immediately, straight face as he takes a sip from his red solo cup.
“WHY.” they yell back in desperation.
“because if i’m wrong, it’s weird.”
“you are not wrong.”
“you don’t know that.”
“she literally asked if you liked anyone and got weirdly quiet when you said no.” the person laughs at him.
schlatt freezes. “…she did?”
—
“just tell him,” your friend insists.
“absolutely not.”
“WHY.”
“because if he doesn’t feel the same, i will actually never recover.”
“you will recover.”
“i will move to a different state.”
“dramatic.”
“realistic.”
—
it all builds.
the tension, the almosts, the lingering touches, the way conversations dip into something softer and then immediately get pulled back before either of you can say too much.
it’s exhausting.
for everyone.
—
so, naturally, someone snaps. it happens during something stupid. you’re all hanging out, nothing serious, just noise and laughter and overlapping conversations.
you’re sitting next to schlatt, of course you are, and your knee is pressed against his.
neither of you move away. no one misses it.
eventually, someone just goes-
“oh my god, are you two ever going to admit you’re in love or are we doing this forever?”
everyone stops moving to look towards the booming voice, and then following their eye sight trail to you and schlatt.
dead. silence. your brain stops working, schlatt’s does too.
“i’m sorry- what?” you manage, slightly choking on your drink, putting a hand on your chest as you coughed a little.
“you heard me,” they say, completely unfazed. “this whole thing? the pining? the longing stares? it’s getting old.”
“there are no longing stares-” you start.
“there are so many longing stares,” someone cuts in. you turn to schlatt, horrified. he’s already looking at you.
and oh.
oh.
this is one of those looks. the ones you’ve been pretending not to notice. your heart stutters.
“…you don’t-” you start, voice smaller now, “you don’t actually-”
he exhales, like he’s been holding it in for months.
“i do.” he confesses quietly. everything goes quiet again. “i do,” he repeats, softer this time. “i just didn’t think you did.”
your brain short-circuits completely. “are you kidding?” you blurt. “i’ve been in love with you for, like, forever.” you laugh in disbelief.
now it’s his turn to freeze.
“what?”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT.” you say loudly.
“you- you like me?” schlatt says in disbelief, pointing a finger to himself.
“YES???”
“why didn’t you say anything??” he asks again, quickly spouting out his words.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING??” you said loud back still in shock but slightly laughing.
“BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T LIKE ME—”
“ARE YOU INSANE—”
someone in the background: “this is painful.” another voice said “i told you.”
—
it dissolves into laughter eventually. nervous at first, then softer, then something that wa familiar to you guys despite not knowing anything before. schlatt looks at you again. but it’s different now.
“so,” he says, a little awkward, a little hopeful, “we’ve both just been idiots?”
“massive idiots,” you confirm. he huffs out a laugh.
then, quieter- “can i?” he doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t have to. you nod anyway.
synopsis: Satoru is a frat president and captain of the lacrosse team cause why wouldn’t he be, y/n is captain of the girls volleyball team and both of their division championship games are on the same day
a/n i got lazy at the end is it noticeable
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“you’re actually joking, right?” Satoru replied in disbelief as you sat on your desk chair, him laying on your bed throwing one of your plushies up in the air and then catching it repeatedly.
“nope, says your game starts at 7 and mine starts at 8. i’m going to miss your game.” you frowned as you looked at your laptop, groaning and putting your hands over your face.
“hey, it’s okay.” he replied, putting the plushie back in its spot and sitting up.
“i’m probably going to miss your game too if that makes you feel any better.” he added on.
you turned around to look at him with a glare and he scoffed, standing up.
“but i’ll be waiting for you after, and then when we’re both division champs… i could think of a few things we can do….” he smirks above you as he reaches around to go and touch your chest before you smacked away his hand.
“how are you always in the mood?” you scolded as he turned back to your bed and flopped down on it, letting out a loud sigh
“it’s hard not to be when you’re so hot.” he argued back as you shut your laptop and stood up.
“walk me to practice?” you asked as he immediately stood up and grabbed your volleyball bag and water bottle, throwing it over his shoulder.
“yes ma’am.” he smirked as he opened the door.
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It was 8:48 PM, lights in the stadium were blinding.
The audience was cheering with every shot, every slightest movement from the team. It was tied with 3 minutes left of the game.
A whistle blew as a referee called timeout for Jujutsu Univeristy, everyone on the field ran over to the bench, quick to grab some water.
Satoru shook his head as Suguru handed him a water bottle, he looked over to the gym that wasn’t that far away, not being able to see the scoreboard but being able to hear the faint cheers from the audience watching that game.
I hope she’s doing well.
Is she doing well?
What if they’re losing????
“you’ll be over there soon enough.” his best friend and teammate, Suguru said as he put a gloved hand on Satorus shoulder, shaking it lightly.
“i’m running over there as soon as this game is over.” Satoru said as he looked over at his friend.
“Yeah okay Mr. ‘always finds a reason to celebrate’.” Suguru laughed until a whistle blew.
“i’m not joking.” he replied seriously, punching Sugurus shoulder.
Satoru quickly jumped a bit and shook out his limbs before walking back onto the field.
They won, in overtime of course.
17-16.
The audience in the stadium quickly erupted into cheers as the scoreboard went off.
Everyone in the field started running to each other to celebrate.
Not Satoru.
Satoru quickly took his helmet off and dropped it on the ground, giving his hands a hard shake as the gloves dropped off, dropping his lacrosse stick as he made a b-line for the stadium exit.
“Where are you going?” Suguru called out after him as he ran to catch up.
“I have to go watch my girl.” Satoru shouted back as he stated running to the gym.
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“Back! Back! Back!” you quickly repeated to your setter as you lined up behind her, ready to hit.
The ball was quickly set backwards as you ran up and jumped, smacking the ballad hard and fast as possible that the back middle on the other team didn’t even have time to move.
The gym erupted in cheers as loud as ever.
The score read Jujutsu Uni 23 - 22 other.
“We got this okay? Our serve, make sure to land it in spot 3, she’s weak.” I spoke hushed to my on court team as we all backed into our spots.
In the gym doorway stood Satoru and Suguru, unbeknownst to Y/N who was focused on the game.
“Up!” Y/n said loudly as the other team went down to spike the ball.
You quickly turned and dove to get the ball as it was about to hit the ground.
“Y/N!!” your setter yelled as she put the ball high enough in the air to let you get into position.
Time suddenly slowed down as you lead with your left foot to jump up, swinging your arms back, bending your knees to jump.
You jumped quite possibly the highest you had ever jumped before, slamming your hand down onto the ball as it rolled in slow motion over the net, falling just in front of the middle blocker.
Your team cheered loudly as you came back down but something went wrong.
Your ankle rolls to the side as your feet hit the ground, time suddenly sped back up to you as you let out a semi sharp gasp as you fell to the ground.
The gym went silent as the referee blew the whistle.
The other team falling from ready position to stand up straight and let out their own gasps.
“Fuck!” You screamed as you laid back on the ground.
Satoru sucked in a breath as he watched you go down, not quite understanding what happened as he couldn’t see you that well but as the other team cleared the court he saw you laying on the ground with your left leg out straight and your right one bent with you foot on the ground.
Your left was over your eyes as your chest raised rapidly in what he could only assume was from you crying.
“Satoru-“ Suguru said as he grabbed Satorus arm to stop him from running over to you.
“You can’t go over there.” he added on as Satoru returned to his best friends side.
After a few minutes you were standing on one leg with one of those plastic ice packs medically taped to your ankle, leg slightly bent off the ground as you put your arms around your Coach and Assistant Coach.
The gym erupted into sympathetic cheers as your sub went to go in.
“Hey!” You yelled to your sub who was standing in the servers spot. She looked over at you and you quickly held up a number 4 for where she should server.
She quickly nodded and sent the ball over the net. The volley went on for a good 30 seconds before your team won the game.
Confetti and balloons in your teams colors fell from the ceiling. You cheered from the bench, standing up on your good leg as you team came over and group hugged.
You heard one cheer louder than the rest though.
Satoru.
Your Satoru.
You quickly pulled away and scanned the crowd to see him practically jumping up and down next to Suguru who was recording with a stupid smile on his face.
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“We both won, isn’t that crazy?” you spoke quickly in between heated kisses with Satoru.
Ice sat on your ankle as Satoru tried his best not to hit your foot but it was increasingly hard to.
“What’s even more crazy is how calm you are right now…” he trailed off as he left open mouth kisses down your jaw and onto your neck.
“Usually you’re telling me to get off of you by now.” He joked as he lifted his head up to look you in the eye. You grabbed the hat he was wearing, twisted it forward and pushed the brim over his eyes so he couldn’t see you.
“Yeah you ruined it.” You said as he started whining.
synopsis: you had a volleyball game the same night satoru had a frat party, you end up needing him after a bad game and he’s whipped for you obvi
a/n: i think this is cute but i need to tap more into his frat side
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It was planned weeks in advance. That’s the worst part.
Gojo’s frat secured a DJ from another campus. Alumni were flying in. Sponsors. Banners with his stupid face on them. It wasn’t just a random “felt whimsical” Friday… this was the party of the semester.
And your volleyball game had got rescheduled for the same night as the party. You remember standing in his room, arms crossed, telling him it was fine.
“It was a prior obligation,” you’d said, adjusting your athletic bag over your shoulder. “I know how much you’ve put into this.”
He didn’t like it, for once, he wasn’t cocky about it.
“I can skip it.” He quickly suggested as he pulled his phone out.
“No,” you said immediately. “You’re hosting. It would look bad.”
“I don’t care how it looks.” he scoffed as he started texting someone.
“I do.” you replied as you walked up and out your hands on his chest. You kissed him first, because he looked torn.
“Go be frat president,” you told him. “I’ll be fine.”
You were not fine.
Your first serve? Out by centimeters.
Your second set? Multiple mistimed blocks.
Your third set? Hesitation to dive for the ball.
And captains don’t hesitate.
You could feel it…. the team trying not to look at you. The coach calling a timeout and not saying your name but meaning it anyway.
You lost in straight sets and it wasn’t even close.
In the locker room, you kept your voice steady. Told them you’d review film, told them you were proud. You got went quiet as one by one all the players left the locker room, some giving encouraging words while others kept to themselves.
You sighed and out you head in your hands and rubbed your eyes to try and get your head straight, huffing as your phone buzzed next to you.
Satoru: hope it’s going well captain 💙
Satoru: send me a pic when you win
You didn’t reply.
The frat house was glowing when you pulled up. Bass shaking the windows. Lines down the sidewalk. Someone yelling Satoru’s name like he was running for office. Led lights flashing rainbow colors as you stepped into the house.
You almost turned around. You hated walking into his world when you felt like this… messy, defeated, not put together.
But you needed him.
Inside, it was chaos. Red cups. Glitter. Someone hanging from the staircase railing.
“CAPTAIN!” one of his frat brothers yelled when he saw you. “You won, right?”
You forced a tight smile and gave him a fist bump. “Is Satoru here?”
“Upstairs somewhere, probably being famous.” He snorted as he took a big swig of his beer can and ran down the stairs.
Of course he was.
You pushed through the crowd, ignoring the way the music felt too loud in your chest. Halfway up the stairs, you heard him before you saw him.
Laughing.
Easy. Confident. The center of it all.
And something in you cracked, your chest got heavy and your mind fogged up. You suddenly felt stupid for coming.
He looked perfect. His seeves rolled, hair messy in that effortless way, arm slung over one of his friends’ shoulders while he shouted something over the music.
This was his night. You didn’t belong in it. You turned to leave.
“Hey.” His voice changed instantly. Not loud. Not frat-president booming.
Just your name.
You hadn’t even realized he’d seen you. He was down the stairs in seconds, crowd parting without him even trying. Up close, he took one look at your face and his grin dropped.
“You lost.” He muttered out as he stood in front of you. It wasn’t teasing, he was gentle. You nodded once as you looked down and crossed your arms over yourself as if trying to make yourself smaller.
“I played bad.” You replied as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.
He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t look annoyed. Didn’t glance back at the party. He just took your bag off your shoulder and handed it to someone behind him without even checking who.
“Keep this safe,” he said, already focused on you.
“Satoru, it’s fine. You don’t have to-“ He grabbed your hand. Music thumping behind him. People chanting his name again somewhere downstairs.
“Did you come here because you needed me?” He asked over the music as he looked in your eyes, searching your face.
Your throat tightened.
“…yeah.”
That was all it took. He turned to one of the guys near the stairs. “You’re in charge for a bit.”
“What? Satoru, the sponsors-“ The other guy started sputtering
“Handle it.” was all Satoru said as he turned away, he was pulling you through the hallway, into his room, shutting the door until the music dulled to a distant throb.
The sudden quiet made your chest ache. You sat on the edge of his bed.
“I didn’t want you to miss your party,” you said quietly. “It’s important.” you laid backwards and looked up at the ceiling that was decorated is tacky band and sport posters.
He crouched in front of you, hands on your knees.
“You’re more important.”
You huffed weakly. “You say that now.” You propped yourself up on your elbows as you looked at him.
“I said it before.” He chuckled softly as he stood up and sat next to you.
You looked away. “I choked.”
“You had a bad game.” He corrected.
“I’m the captain. I can’t afford bad games.” You huffed out as you sat straight up and tilted your body slightly towards him, grabbing his hand and playing with it subconsciously as if trying to distract yourself.
He leaned back slightly, studying you. “You know what I see when I look at you?”
You didn’t answer.
“I see the scariest, most disciplined person on this campus. The girl who makes entire teams nervous just by walking in.” His thumb on his other hand brushed your knee. “And right now I see someone who’s being cruel to herself.”
Your eyes stung. You sniffled trying to keep your tears in as you looked out the window to your left.
“I didn’t even text you,” you whispered. “I didn’t want to ruin your night.”
He blinked. “You could never ruin my night.” he chuckled lightly as he patted your leg, pulling his hand away.
“You were smiling,” you said. “You looked happy.”
“I was hosting,” he corrected softly. “That’s different.”
Silence hung between you. Downstairs, someone started chanting his name again. He glanced at the door for half a second then back at you.
“I don’t care about that,” he said simply as he got up and locked the door, walking back over to you.
“You worked so hard on this.” You reminded him as you kept your eyes on him in the dimly lit room.
“And you worked hard all season.” He stated matter of fact tone as he jumped back onto his bed.
You swallowed. “You should go back.”
He tilted his head. “Do you want me to?” You shook your head immediately. His smile was small and soft.
“Then I’m staying.” he grinned.
He stood, pulled you up gently, and wrapped his arms around you without caring that you were still sweaty from the game.
You melted into him. “I’m sorry,” you murmured into his chest.
“For what?” He asked, pulling back slightly to look down at you.
“For showing up like this.” you huffed as you put your forehead on his chest.
“Show up like what?” he asked after a moment of trying to figure it out.
“Like a mess.”
He smiled faintly. “You think I only want you when you win?”
You didn’t answer, but your sniffle was an answer enough to him. He brushed a thumb under your eye.
“I throw parties on a whim,” he said quietly. “They happen again. They’re replaceable.” His forehead touched yours.
“You aren’t.” He said quietly as he leaned down to quickly kiss you. He pulled away and saw your small smile as your eyes were glassy and your cheeks were tear stained. He leaned down and peppered kissed all over your face until you started giggling and trying to push him away from you.
The music swelled downstairs. Someone knocked once, then thought better of it.
You exhaled after a few moments, trying to catch your breath as you both laid in each others arms on his bed.
“I played awful.” you stated.
“Okay,” he said. “Then next game you won’t.”
“That’s it?” you asked him, laughing slightly
“That’s it.” he replied and he rubbed your arm up and down try to comfort you.
“Besides,” he added, voice dropping into that familiar cocky tone, “now I get you all to myself on my own party night.”
You rolled your eyes, but your grip on him tightened. Outside his room, the frat house roared. Inside, it was just you and him. And for once, the party and how you played didn’t matter.
heyyy, i was wondering if i could request a schlatt fic kinda angsty fluffy mutual pining “I’m waiting for someone who will make me say no to you” vibes (im literally stuck on this in my head from listening to soccer practice by lizzy mcalpine on repeat 😭)
ALWAYS YOU // schlatt x reader
a/n: so sorry if this seems rushed :((
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You and Schlatt never really had a clean start.
No first date.
No confession.
No moment where one of you said I like you and the other said me too.
It was just.... lingering.
Him leaning too close over your shoulder when you were on your phone.
You showing up to his streams unannounced with food.
Late night drives that had no destination.
Inside jokes that sounded like flirting but weren’t labeled as anything.
Situationship.
That’s what your friends called it.
Schlatt called it “whatever this is,” said with a shrug and a smirk like it didn’t matter.
It did.
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The first time you almost kissed, it was raining.
You were sitting in his car outside your apartment, both of you soaked from running through the parking lot. The windows were fogged, his playlist was low, and you were laughing at nothing.
He looked at you.
Not the usual quick glance... a full, quiet stare.
Your laugh faded. Your heart slammed so loud you swore he could hear it.
He leaned in just a little.
Then stopped.
“Yeah,” he muttered, leaning back, running a hand through his hair. “We shouldn’t.”
You swallowed. “Right.”
Neither of you explained why.
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You dated someone else first.
A guy your friends swore was “safe.”
Sweet, consistent, emotionally available.
You told Schlatt about him casually, like it didn’t matter.
He nodded. “Good. He better treat you right.”
But he stopped texting as much after that.
Stopped calling at 2 a.m. Stopped showing up unannounced.
You missed him so badly it made your chest ache.
And when that relationship ended months later quietly, because you never felt that thing. Schlatt was the first person you told.
“Yeah,” he said softly over the phone. “Figured it wouldn’t stick.”
You frowned. “Wow. Harsh.” You fake laughed softly into the phone as you sat back on your couch.
“Not harsh.” A pause. Then, quieter, “Just... you always come back.”
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Then he dated someone. And that one hurt.
She was pretty. Confident. Funny in a way that fit him perfectly. You saw pictures of them together online.. her leaning into him, his arm around her waist like it belonged there.
You told yourself you were fine. You weren’t. You still answered when he texted. Still let him rant. Still sent him dumb memes at midnight.
And sometimes, when he laughed the way he only laughed with you, you wondered if she noticed the difference.
They lasted longer than your relationships ever did.
Almost a year.
And when it ended, he didn’t talk about it much. Just showed up at your place with takeout and that tired look in his eyes.
You sat on the floor, eating straight from the containers.
“You okay?” you asked, poking around in your chinese food.
“Yeah.” Lie.
You nudged his shoulder. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
He huffed, setting down his container. “I know.”
A long silence. Then, softer, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud:
“Didn’t feel right.”
Your stomach twisted. “What didn’t?”
He looked at you, really looked.
“…none of it.”
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You tried again after that. Both of you.
Other people. Other almost relationships. Other attempts at being normal.
But it always circled back. Late night calls.
Random check-ins. Shared glances across crowded rooms.
Like a string tied between you that never snapped, no matter how far you walked.
The fight happened after one of those cycles. You were sitting on his couch, tension thick, both of you exhausted from pretending you didn’t orbit each other.
“I can’t keep doing this,” you blurted.
“Doing what?”
“This.” You gestured between you. “Almost. Not quite. Halfway.”
He rubbed his face. “You think I don’t know that?”
“Then why won’t you just-” You cut yourself off. Say it. Ask him. He stared at you, waiting.
“…why won’t you just let me go?” you finished instead. Asking softly as you drew back into yourself
His jaw tightened.
“You want me to?” he asked, folding his arms against his chest and looked at you with a false sense of dominance in this conversation.
No. God, no.
But you forced yourself to nod. He leaned back, eyes searching your face like he was trying to memorize it.
“...I’m waiting,” he said slowly, “for someone who will make me say no to you.”
The words hit like a punch. Your throat burned. “And?”
“And no one has.”
Silence.
Your voice came out small. “That’s not fair.”
“I know.” He replied just as quiet
“Then stop coming back.” You argued back at him.
His laugh was quiet, almost broken. “You first.”
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Time passed. Not weeks. Months. You both actually stayed away this time. No late night calls. No “just checking in” texts.
It felt like withdrawal.
You dated again... someone kind, patient, steady. He liked you a lot. You tried to like him the same way.
But every laugh sounded wrong. Every touch felt slightly off. Every moment felt like you were comparing it to something you weren’t supposed to.
And then, one night, your current boyfriend had sat you down after a week of things being off and asked gently, “Is there someone else?”
You hesitated.
That was answer enough.
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You saw Schlatt again at a mutual friend’s party. Crowded, loud, warm lights and music vibrating through the walls. He was across the room.
And the second your eyes met, everything else went quiet. He looked older somehow. Softer. Like time had worn down his edges.
You crossed the room before you could think better of it.
“Hey,” you said, not knowing what to open with.
“Hey.” Neither of you smiled at first. Then you both did at the same time, and it felt like muscle memory.
You talked. Casual things. Dumb things. Safe things. But the air between you was electric. Finally, you stepped outside for some quiet.
Cold air. Night sky. Distant laughter from inside. You leaned against the railing. “So… anyone make you say no yet?”
He huffed a soft laugh. “No.” shaking his head as he took a sip of whatever was in his cup.
You nodded, staring at your hands. “Yeah. Same.”
A beat. Then he said your name. You looked up and he was already a touch closer than he was before.
“I’m tired,” he admitted. “Tired of pretending this isn’t... this.”
Your heart raced. “Schlatt-”
“I know we’re a mess,” he continued. “I know the timing’s always wrong, and we keep screwing it up, and I don’t have some perfect speech-”
You grabbed his jacket, pulling him closer without thinking and wrapping your arms around him. He froze.
“…you always come back,” he said quietly.
“So do you.”
A long moment. Just breathing. Just closeness.
“Maybe we were always going to end up here,” you whispered. His forehead rested against yours.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Always you.”
And this time when he leaned in but this time, he didn’t stop. The kiss wasn’t rushed. Wasn’t desperate. It was steady. Certain. Like something finally clicking into place after years of almosts.
When you pulled back, both of you were smiling, not nervous, not unsure.
“So,” you said, voice shaky, “what are we now?”
He snorted softly. “I think we passed situationship territory about three emotional breakdowns ago.”
You laughed, swatting his arm.
He caught your hand, lacing his fingers with yours natural and easy, like it had always belonged there.
“..we try,” he said. “For real this time.”
You squeezed his hand. “For real.”
Just you.
Just him.
Exactly where you’d both always been headed.
