#Him being unsure whether to burst out laughing from the cute or be disappointed that his own babies didn't call him daddy x')

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#regular show #benson dunwoody #pam #justin #sam #pamson kids #art of mine #Him being unsure whether to burst out laughing from the cute or be disappointed that his own babies didn't call him daddy x') #regular show oc's #pamson

[rainbowbutterfrosting]

The Revived - Chapter 8: Miscommunications

This is chapter 8 of the Dream SMP multichapter fic @rainbowbutterfrosting​ and I wrote together! I hope you’ll enjoy! Discord link here.

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Characters in this chapter: Wilbur, Ghostbur, Niki

Word count: 3,534

Content Warnings: kidnapping, being tied up, being blindfolded, threats of starvation, violence (punching), yelling, threatening in general, pain, panic attacks, chasing, mentions of begging

Fic summary: Wilbur was alive, and it was such a magnificent feeling, that made his mind spark with anticipation. It didn’t take long, however, for Wilbur to realize that this new breath of life, was not just his own. An echo-y voice hides in the back of his mind, and before he knows it, the transparent version of him he saw at the endless train station, is a lot more ingrained than he’d expected him to be.

And Wilbur really shouldn’t care. Because he’d be damned, if he spent the life he’d awaited for so long, babysitting a lost cause of a ghost, stuck in the very same limbo Wilbur spent so long in. It was an even exchange, and one Wilbur wasn’t going to mess with. Why exactly he ends up setting out to get the ghost out of his mind, in order to save the both of them, however, is beyond him. And perhaps Wilbur’s past isn’t as easy to leave behind, as he’d hoped it would be.

Despite Wilbur’s looming fear from the last trip to the nether, it went a lot more smoothly

this time around. Maybe it was the armor that made him look threatening or the fact that it was more familiar to him. Ghostbur worried about his safety, but Wilbur made sure to give him frequent updates. The ghost relaxed slightly but seemed to still not like the fiery place very much. Wilbur agreed and promised to make his future trips a little quicker. 

He came out to the other side just fine. His bandages felt noticeably uncomfortable from the previous heat when Ghostbur’s voice chimed in, “When can we get these things off? I don’t like them that much.”

“Not yet, probably in a few days though.” Wilbur wasn’t sure how strong the potion Technoblade gave him was. 

“In your world or my world?” 

“A few days in my world,” Wilbur’s voice lowered to a whisper once he realized that someone might see him talking to himself. Yet the second he said the words, he realized the exact weight of them. He remembered screaming, crying, and Ghostbur begging for Wilbur to make it stop. It was strange to speak of it now, as if it was something as simple as a different timezone, and not the cause of so much suffering.

How long had Ghostbur really been crying with pain?

“Ah, alright,” Ghostbur said, sounding mildly disappointed, which stood in contrast to the grim thoughts suddenly plaguing Wilbur’s mind.

Wilbur didn’t focus on the trail ahead as he looked at the sky. A sky Ghostbur couldn’t see. “This will probably sound stupid, but do you want me to describe stuff? Like how I did when I was eating steak.”

Ghostbur immediately seemed more cheerful, “Yeah, that would be really helpful!”

Wilbur smiled, “It’s pretty dark out.” He took a deep breath in, trying to fully notice the details for Ghostbur. “The torches light up the area a bit, but I can still see some skeletons in the distance. The moon looks nice tonight. I mean, it’s… I should’ve paid more attention in high school. It’s the phase of the moon where it sorta looks like a C. I’m not sure if it’s first crescent or third crescent. I’ve heard of both of them though.” Wilbur felt a passive sadness when he couldn’t depict it, but Ghostbur didn’t seem to mind.

“Don’t worry, I don’t know what it’s called either! But I still know what you’re talking about… are there any stars out?”

Wilbur hummed in agreement, “I wouldn’t say there’s lots, but there are quite a few.” Wilbur sighed, “The sky’s got this gradient. It’s not too noticeable unless you look for a while. It’s black to a slightly lighter black. Not exactly a gray, but just a slightly lighter bla-” Wilbur sharply cut himself off when he heard a bird chirp. He turned his head towards the sound and walked closer to it.

“Is everythin’ okay?” Ghostbur’s worried tone reminded Wilbur that he was supposed to describe things to him.

“Yeah yeah, it’s all good. I just thought I heard a bird.”

“Ooh!” Ghostbur exclaimed excitedly, “I love birds! They have such cute little beaks.”

Wilbur laughed lightly, though the sound had still made him a little wary, and he walked a little more cautiously. “We’re in a forest. We shouldn’t be too far from L’Manberg, I think…” Wilbur said, hoping he could count on Ghostbur’s sense of direction in the nether, or on his own vague memories. His head was still a muffled mess. “It’s mostly oak trees.” he heard another chirp, and looked around for the source, but before he found it, he heard another sound that hit him with a great deal more force.

“Meowth! Get back here!” someone yelled, followed by the sound of frantic running. Wilbur froze on the spot. 

“Ooh, who is that? I could barely hear it but someone was speaking. It kind of sounded like-” Ghostbur was cut off, by a relieved sigh from the same voice as before.

“There you are. You can’t keep flying off like this.”

“Niki! It’s Niki! I remember her from your memories. She is so nice and sweet and-”

Wilbur spotted her too, as Ghostbur kept talking, standing behind the trees. Niki, who was holding a red parrot, and who looked so alone and unbothered, completely unaware of Wilbur’s presence. A million thoughts burst through Wilbur’s head. All the memories of L’Manberg, what had led to it, and what it had led to. And as Wilbur listened to her talk, it was at once familiar, and different. As if the voice was tinted with something shakier. Something exhausted. Though Wilbur was tired too, so perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him.

Had Niki been told that Wilbur was back? Perhaps it wouldn’t matter much to her. While Wilbur mostly held fond memories of her, he was uncertain what Niki would make of him now. What Wilbur’s actions had led her to think of him, and whether she even considered him a companion in the first place.

Wilbur stood there, frozen in silence, as he debated whether to hide his presence more or to let it be known. Before he had the chance to make a decision, Niki turned her head, and the silence turned a great deal more deafening and suffocating.

Niki was looking at Wilbur, her face going pale in less than a second, and her mouth gaping. Wilbur noticed that there were bags under her eyes. Her hands loosened from the bird, the bird promptly flapping its wings to land on her shoulder. She didn’t move an inch to show that such a thing had happened.

“What’s happening?” Ghostbur asked confusedly, “Why aren’t you saying hi? You must’ve missed each other so much!”

Perhaps Wilbur would’ve spoken, but the way Niki was looking at him, made the words twist into knots in his throat.

Then, came Niki’s words, quiet and broken, “I thought it stopped.” she said, and she rubbed her eyes, her breathing becoming faster. “It was destroyed. The memories were supposed to be gone, I wasn’t- I’m not supposed to-” she didn’t finish her sentence, instead blinking and shaking her head vigorously.

Wilbur was finally able to speak, “Hey.” The words were quiet, but they were loud enough to fill the silence between them.

Niki turned away muttering a mantra as she walked further into the forest, “You’re real, he isn’t, you’re real, he isn’t.” Her whole body shook as she left.

As she was walking away, Wilbur realized that he needed to go to her. At least clarify that he was back and not Ghostbur instead. He made long steps as he gently called out, “Niki, how have you been?” Though instead of a response, she simply walked quicker, almost quick enough to be a jog. 

Wilbur frowned and called out, slightly louder this time, “Niki, wait up.” He jogged up to where he was only a few steps behind her. She looked back, a startling fear clear in her eyes as she burst into a sprint away from Wilbur.

“Niki!” Wilbur shouted as he ran after her. They both ran between trees, hopping over tree stumps and large sticks. The wind flew by as Wilbur quickly gained ground. The two ran for a few minutes, their lungs and legs burning, but not stopping. Wilbur tried shouting her name again, but he figured it was just a waste of time. 

Niki ran to the left, which Wilbur spotted was an entrance that was decorated with stone bricks and spruce logs. As Niki ran down she missed one of the stairs and tumbled down the rest. Wilbur saw this as a chance to finally catch up and ran down. Niki heard his steps as she tried getting up, her legs shaking to the point where she could barely stand. 

Both of them gasped for air as Niki refused to look in Wilbur’s direction, instead viewing the stone wall in front of her. 

“Niki…” Wilbur breathed out, leaning onto the wall behind him for a moment before he held his hand out to Niki. It took him a few moments to realize Niki wouldn’t even see it unless she looked over. 

“Niki… you need some help getting up?” The only response he received was Niki’s gasps for air. Wilbur knelt down next to her. “Hey I uh…” Wilbur’s mind was blank once again as he searched desperately in his mind for anything he could say. “You come around here often?” That probably wasn’t Wilbur’s best, but he needed something to get them started. 

Niki laughed- or sobbed? Wilbur couldn’t tell, but he hoped it was the former. He placed a hand on Niki’s back, but when she flinched he immediately pulled back. Wilbur put his hands in his lap, unsure of what to exactly do with them. He waited moments with Niki, watching her shaking frame as she tried to get her breath back. It must’ve been from fear rather than exercise.

Was Niki afraid of him? He didn’t think he was that bad of a ruler of L’Manberg, but he supposed so if she thought of him as a monster to run away from. Maybe he was a monster- no, he couldn’t go down that path now. Niki needed him. But what for? The only time she looked at him was out of fear and she couldn’t even look at him now.

Instead, he focused on her bird. Well- at least he assumed it was hers. “I always thought birds were nice. Their wings are soft.” Wilbur forced a chuckle at the end, trying to bring in a light joyful atmosphere that didn’t exist anywhere around them. Sure, the torches brought a warm glow to the stairway, but it didn’t remove the tense air around them.

Niki covered her ears, bending further over in a way that looked like she was hiding from Wilbur, despite him being only a few inches away. Wilbur clearly heard that Niki was sobbing. He looked sympathetically at her but knew she wouldn’t be able to see it. He supposed he would have to wait this out with her.

“Niki sounds sorta like you did earlier, is she okay?” He was apparently waiting this out with Ghostbur as well.

“Are you oka-” Wilbur cut himself off when he realized that Niki probably didn’t even want to hear him. He sighed as he sat back against the wall, the smooth stone supporting him. 

Was Wilbur making things worse for Niki? He wasn’t an idiot, he knew she was scared of him. Yet, he hoped that she was like Tommy, who behind his spite and anger still talked to Wilbur for at least a few hours. But she was her own person. A person so different than the one peacefully baking a pie for when Wilbur and everyone else returned back home. Or when it was someone’s birthday and she would make them a small cake of their favorite flavor. She seemed full of this fear that made Wilbur feel something that resembled pity. 

Wilbur sighed quietly to himself. Not out of annoyance, but the willingness of patience. Despite being recently revived, he hadn’t spent many moments in the quiet. He told himself it would only remind him of limbo, but it was really quite the opposite. It just depended on his surroundings. He tensed when he remembered the stone walls around him were similar to the ones in limbo, but he focused on Niki. He didn’t want her to be hunched over, sobbing and shaking, after running away from Wilbur, but he appreciated her presence nonetheless. 

He pulled his legs to his chest and rested his head onto them. He closed his eyes, but all that filled his mind was Niki’s sobbing next to him. He was never the friend that made everyone happy or wiped away all their tears. But he knew he would be there for Niki when she was ready.

Wilbur opened his eyes, yet the darkness that he saw seconds ago still remained. It took him moments before he figured out that there was some kind of cloth over his eyes. He tried to move his hand, but he found an odd kind of resistance when he did so. The odd feeling of rope around his hands made him realize it was around his ankles as well. They were spread apart about half a foot, each of them tied to something Wilbur couldn’t identify. He shifted against whatever he was sitting on, but his abdomen also felt the familiar pressure around his hands and ankles. 

“Oh, are you awake now?” The echoing voice of Ghostbur was slightly quieter than normal, but Wilbur chose not to focus on it.

“What? I didn’t even fall asleep.” Wilbur tried to squint into the darkness, but it was of no use.

“Oh, I thought you did. You stopped responding for… a week? Probably not in your time though, just my ghost time.” 

“I-” Wilbur’s voice wavered, he didn’t remember falling asleep, he supposed that he was so exhausted that he didn’t feel the passage of time through a dream. “Sorry for leaving you hanging.”

“It’s alright! Someone else was with me for a little bit. That was nice.”

Wilbur sat up slightly, the implications of someone else in Wilbur’s- well Ghostbur’s now as well- limbo were much more frightening than Ghostbur realized. “Who did you see?” Wilbur cleared his throat.

“Didn’t see them. It was sorta muffled? I could’ve sworn that they were in another room but they were talking about you!”

“What were they saying?” Wilbur’s voice returned to being skeptical. 

“I-”

Ghostbur was interrupted by Niki’s voice. “You’re awake.” Her voice was sharp with edges that seemed to cut into Wilbur. 

He slightly frowned before forcing a smile, “Niki! Glad to see you again.” Wilbur awkwardly laughed, “Well, I guess see isn’t the right word. It’s good to hear you though.” Wilbur didn’t know if warmness naturally welcomed itself into Wilbur’s voice or if he forced it to maintain some kind of control over his circumstances.

However, control was desperately out of his hands as he felt the collision of something hitting his face. He could barely process it before the pain stung his cheek. “What the fuck!?” The words came out before Wilbur processed them, but he frankly didn’t mind.

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong, what’s wrong,” Ghostbur’s worried voice spoke quickly to the point where Wilbur wouldn’t be able to catch what he was saying if it was something different.

“Who are you,” Niki growled at Wilbur. The words made Wilbur’s breath catch in his throat.

“Wilbur, my name is Wilbur- what’s going on?” Panic flew into his voice by mistake. Did Niki not remember who he was? He supposed that would make sense as to why she was so scared earlier, but he wasn’t gone that long. After thirteen and a half years, he still remembered her clear as day. 

“Don’t start fucking with me,” another punch came from the other direction. Wilbur hissed in pain along with Ghostbur. “Who the hell are you?” Niki’s normally high voice lowered in a way that made Wilbur subconsciously shiver.

“I- I’m Wilbur Soot. Ex-leader of L’Manberg, uh- son of Phil. Father of Fundy. I-” Wilbur was cut off by another collision to his bottom jaw. Wilbur winced from the pain as it hit a burn that was somehow uncovered. Ghostbur’s mantra of apologizing slipped into Wilbur’s speech, “I’m sorry.”

Niki laughed, “Oh, so now you have the audacity to feel sorry? You come all the way out here, dressed in something he would wear, claim to be him, and you expect me to be nice to you? Oh, perhaps I’ll bake you a pastry and wish you a farewell. Hm, that sounds nice right?” 

Before Wilbur could speak, Niki punched his jaw. “Look, look, please stop, I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk.” While he feared for his own safety, he also worried about the pain Ghostbur was in as well.

“Talk about what?” Niki hissed out.

Wilbur flinched as he expected to be hit again, but found after a few moments that nothing came. “I just saw you and figured we could- I honestly didn’t think it through. I- I saw your bird. Uh… he was red! He was chirping and I followed him into the forest because getting revived still didn’t revive the brain cells I’ve lost over the years. And, and…” Wilbur tried to think about what details were relevant. He didn’t want to get too off-track and upset Niki, but at the same time, if he was too vague he might receive the same consequence. “I saw you, you talked to him… I can’t remember what, but you saw me! And I saw you, and we ran through the forest. I honestly think I chased you.” Wilbur awkwardly laughed, waiting a moment for Niki to respond.

Although it wasn’t with a punch, the way she grabbed the front of his shirt frightened him all the same. “Why are you dressed like him? Sounding exactly like him. Acting like him, even.” The shirt slightly coming off of his chest made him realize he didn’t have his armor on. He hoped Niki didn’t destroy it.

“A-acting like who?” He prepared himself for the impact, but he wasn’t ready for it to happen, hoping she would not hit him again, as he still winced from the impact.

“You fucking know who!” Niki yelled.

Ghostbur’s apologizing interrupted any clear-thinking he would have had. “Please, just shut up and this will stop happening,” he whispered before realizing Niki could still hear him.

“Don’t you dare tell me to shut up, I have control over everything that happens here. I have control over if you’ll eat today or in two weeks. I have several favors from Technoblade that I’ll gladly redeem.  I can make your life here a living hell. Don’t fucking test me.” 

She let go of Wilbur’s shirt, and the chair slightly toppled as she was apparently pulling him up the whole time. He heard the footsteps echo away slowly as he quietly spoke, “Fuck.”

Ghostbur’s murmur waved into his mind. He heard Niki walk away previously and took that as a sign that he could talk. “I- I’m sorry for cursing and shit- wait- I’m sorry for cursing and stuff.” He hoped the slip-up would have made Ghostbur laugh, but he barely got anything as a response.

The still present sting on his cheek reminded him of why. He was about to apologize, but he didn’t know what for. About going to where Niki was? For scaring her? For getting punched? He should probably say something about the last one, but it wasn’t his fault at all. He was tied down and blindfolded, there wasn’t much he could honestly do. He tried to reason with her, but she apparently thought he was someone else.

Instead, he sighed as he shifted slightly. The ropes were still just as tight as before.

“Why did she do that? She knows I’m me right? I told her, but she just didn’t understand somehow.”

Ghostbur thought for a moment, “Maybe… Maybe she doesn’t believe you? I- I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid.” Ghostbur’s voice trailed off as he felt he was already being dismissed.

“Oh,” realization struck Wilbur harder than Niki punched. “No no no no, when is she coming back?” He knew Ghostbur didn’t know the answer, but he sought relief regardless.

“I… I think she said tomorrow or two weeks? Sorry, it’s sort of hard to remember.” 

Fear panged through Wilbur’s chest as he shouted, “Niki? Niki, I need to tell you something.” The silence of air filled his ears. “Niki!” Was Niki really going to leave him down here? After all they’d been through, she was going to toss him aside like garbage? No- garbage wasn’t tied down to a chair. Garbage was at least allowed to be outside. 

“Nix! I admit that I’m not Wilbur,”  the lie wouldn’t take him far, but if Niki was in denial it was possible it could get him out of here. After seconds of silence, Wilbur was greeted by quiet steps. They slowly walked closer as Wilbur almost grinned from getting Niki’s attention. Niki moved the cloth around Wilbur’s eyes and took it off. 

He squinted at the sudden brightness and saw that Niki had tears in her eyes. “Niki, what’s wrong?” He tensed thinking he was going to get hurt or perhaps taunted, but Niki collapsed in front of Wilbur, looping her arms around Wilbur’s abdomen. A sob erupted from her throat as Wilbur felt familiar pity in his chest.

“Um- it’s alright, it’s okay?” Wilbur didn’t know how to comfort her, but he still wanted to do something. Niki only sobbed harder, clinging to Wilbur for dear life. “I’m not really sure what you want me to say. How about deep breaths? Just go in one two three four, good, now hold one two three four.” Wilbur continued counting for Niki and felt her trembling slowly decrease. “Nix, are you okay?”

Niki hesitantly stopped holding Wilbur, only to pull a hand over her mouth as she started crying again. She slowly took her hand off to slowly admit, “Wi- Wilbur… it’s-” Niki cut herself off as she awkwardly hugged Wilbur’s neck. Wilbur sat still in the chair, unable to move due to the bonds around him.

Warm tears dripped onto Wilbur’s neck, “Wilbur you’re alive.”

#dream smp #dream smp fanfic #wilbur #c!wilbur #alivebur #ghostbur #c!niki #dsmp niki #dsmp wilbur #dsmp

[retirementhomecollab]

☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: balcony

☾ warnings: f!reader, swearing, sfw shirtlessness

☾ word count: 1.6k

You push the glass door to the side, into the almost winter night. The chilly air that nips at your cheeks seems closer to the frigidity of December than the tailends of fall. Behind you, the buzz of the party burns, like a smattering of fireflies in an autumnal glass globe, protected from the frost. Leaving October behind you, you choose the night.

You’re not alone in wanting a little cold from the chitter chatter. His figure is dimly lit, but you’d recognize the jersey-clad back and soft black hair anywhere. You’d spent many classes last semester daydreaming of this view from behind, his broad back a total eclipse of any other light in your universe.

You begin to call to him, but he turns around first. And you choke.

What the fuck is he wearing.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

“Oh, hey.” He holds up a hand, unsure of whether to put down the red solo cup he’s holding in the other.

“Why…” You struggle to find the words. “Why are you like that?”

“Like what?” He looks at you blankly.

You gape at him. Does he not know what he’s wearing? Sometimes, he’s a bit absent in class but he’s never this much of an airhead.

“Kageyama,” you enunciate every syllable, “you are shirtless.”

This most blatantly conspicuous statement hangs between the two of you. You stand there, not entirely sure of what else you could say.

Red blooms across Kageyama’s face like the midnight frost. At the same time, almost impossibly, he pales. If you weren’t in such a situation, you would tease him. But you are in such a situation, so you use the social skills in your arsenal — which always bleeds dry in front of this man — and try to salvage the situation.

“I mean, you’re wearing a jersey.” That’s definitely the wrong way to go about this. Neither of you need a double-spaced, Times New Roman twelve-point font, MLA formatted report on his current state of undress. But then again, in the battle between brain and tongue in these situations, your mouth usually runs you straight into trouble. “But, like, you know — I mean I’m sure you know — it’s quite unzipped, you’re rather naked— sorry, I meant undressed — underneath it, and I can see your very successful abs.”

Very successful abs. What the fuck.

Your brain smothers your mouth at that.

To your partial credit, a switch finally flicks on inside Kageyama’s head after your ending thesis statement. He slams the cup down onto the balcony ledge and scrambles to pull the zipper up.

As your mind’s eye watches your audacity in horror, your eyes are enjoying their newfound independence from your rational. They follow the zipper in disappointed fascination as it hooks into the lowest teeth, clicking in slow motion until it hits the highest, tippiest-toppest teeth. Your eyes damn your mind for even mentioning anything about his state of undress, and your mind damns your eyes for being correct.

Meanwhile, in Kageyama’s own head, he runs through the two-and-a-half excuses he can come up with to explain how he could even forget that his jersey was unzipped in this weather. But the most blatant truth is that his one brain cell had been too focused on how good you look in your costume. And right now, that brain cell is so absorbed in thinking up ways to salvage the situation in his own manner that he doesn’t notice your expression changing from an unabashedly appreciative stare to an embarrassed effort to meet his eyes.

“Sorry,” is what he settles for, gaze truly apologetic. “The senpai thought it would be great for us to match.”

“‘Us’? As...what…?” You frown.

“The Karasuno first years.” Oh, right, his high school buddies. “As some stupid characters from some stupid swimming show.”

You look at him, eyes widening by the second, mouth hitting the ground for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes.

“So you mean you’re…?”

Kageyama nods reluctantly.

“And Hinata is…?”

He hangs his head low.

“And Tsukishima…?”

He smirks a little at this.

“That makes Yamaguchi the cute, friendly softie.”

Kageyama’s eyes narrow a little but he nods.

You stare at him, needing a long moment to process this.

Kageyama looks like he wants to throttle someone. Namely his former vice-captain for suggesting it.

And then the stupider two of this party’s hosts for supporting it.

And then his second former vice-captain for hyping it up.

And then his third captain (aka the ‘cute, friendly softie’ you seem pretty friendly with) and his third captain’s girlfriend slash former second manager for accepting this stupid proposal on all of their behalves.

But when you burst into belated laughter at the absurdity of it all, Kageyama’s face hesitantly moves on from the pinched, murderous look he had on and compromises for a nice bewildered confusion.

“Kageyama,” you catch your breath as you lean a hand on his arm for support, “you have to help me find them later.” He nods questioningly but it’s not like he can say no, not when you have a warm hand pressed against his chilled arms, eyes crinkling in the exact way that had Hinata constantly making fun of him for staring at during group projects.

You grin at him as you explain, “I want pictures next to my new favourite cosplayers. Especially Yamaguchi.”

Man, this really is the devil’s hour.

“Do you like Yamaguchi’s type?” He blurts out before he can stop it.

“Huh?”

Leaning against the railing, he looks back at the apartment filled with friends conversing and couples generating warmth. By the couch, Yamaguchi has his arm around Yachi, laughing at something an upperclassmen friend of Bokuto said.

“The cute, friendly softies.”

You laugh casually, looking out at the expanse of the city before you, not quite understanding the weight of his question.

“Sure, why not? Warm personality, cute face. Nothing to not like about them.”

Or maybe you do understand, since for you, the qualities that make a “cute, friendly softie” most definitely applies to your love interest, who is standing out here in the freezing cold with you, dressed in nothing but swim trunks and a sports jersey.

But Kageyama stays silent.

Feeling that you might have said something wrong, you look at him haltingly. Kageyama continues to look into the apartment for a while, and you think that maybe, with the faraway night sky blue of his irises, he’s not really looking at the apartment. And then you catch your own reflections and his sharp blues staring straight at you through the reflections, and your maybe is now a certainty.

It’s so warm.

“Yeah.” He finally turns to you, the real you. On this cold, frigid night, Kageyama takes your honest, heartfelt words positively, a spark of hope on this Hallows Eve. “I like them, too.”

You wait for the magic to finish casting.

“They’re easy to be around. They’re comfy,” he elaborates, face softening. “They’re really warm.”

With a small, beaming smile, you cling onto that magic. Kageyama returns your smile with an equally bright one of his own. You turn to face the city lights again as he shifts his gaze back to the glow of the apartment. He might’ve moved closer — or was that you? — but you two stay in silence, simply there.

You could get used to this, his warmth besides yours in the chilly night. The fireflies fade straight into the background with the heat and comfort that Kageyama generates. For you, this is enough magic for now.

A delicious buzz runs through you, comfortable against the cold night.

You grin to yourself when you feel him flinch beside you as well.

But when he shivers again, practicality hits you.

“Oh shit, Kageyama!” You whip around to look at him. “Aren’t you freezing in that?”

He looks at you, eyes wide and blue in the night.

You make a move to untie your cloak.

His face starts to glow red once again.

“I’m fine!” He protests as you hold the cloak out to him. “I’m really warm!”

A chuckle erupts from you as you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, you are,” you grin, a teasing glint in your tone. “I was a bit chilly coming out here, but you’re pretty warm, Kageyama.”

The blush that engulfs him has Kageyama believing that you truly are a witch — and not just on this devil’s night.

He knows next to nothing about this stupid swimming show, but he, as Kageyama Tobio, cannot be outdone by a mere witch.

“I guess I am a bit cold,” Kageyama admits with a lopsided smile.

You huff out a satisfactory grin, passing him your cloak, victory in hand. Kageyama throws it around his shoulders, and you watch with barely-concealed admiration as his form dwarfs the cloak.

As you stand there, beaming up at him as if you could successfully ignore the cold, he barks out a short laugh.

Grinning at you slightly, Kageyama opens up his borrowed cloak.

“You look a bit cold.” His eyes hold all the impish blue magic of the hour. “I have a borrowed cloak from a cute friendly softie that we can share.”

You almost choke on the chilly air as it’s now your turn to flush red. He laughs, quite embarrassed at his spurt of gusto, and pulls you close, enveloping you in both the cloak and his body heat. As your city and friends come together for the last of October, you’re here to take on the wintery night, embraced in the magic of December’s warmth.

Pick a different room: > Go to the closed bedroom. > Go to the open bedroom. > Go to the kitchen. > Go to the hallway. > Go to the bathroom. > Go to the living room.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #the witching hour

[hypnoshatesme]

Night Out

[[Fairly sure @korrolrezni came up with this and I am very sure they wrote some of the dialogue. Just some fun, really.]]

*

Something was wrong with Gerry’s closet. He didn’t notice, at first, and even when it became obvious things were going missing he assumed he was somehow misplacing them at first. It happened. Gerry wasn’t the most diligent with laundry.

But when his favourite sleeping shirt disappeared and he couldn’t find it anywhere in the apartment, he knew something was up. His closet seemed to be eating his clothes. When he looked closer, he realised that the reason it had taken so long for him to actually notice was because they were being replaced. He found himself pulling out a pair of black jeans only for them to not, in fact, be black. Instead he found himself holding something striped, sunflower yellow and bright red. He frowned at them for a long moment, unsure what he was expecting to happen. Maybe for the colours to fade back to black. They didn’t. He put them back in the closet and got them out a moment later. Now they had big green polka dots on orange. He sighed.

“Subtlety is really not your strong suit, Michael,” he mumbled into the empty room.

There was no answer, but Gerry still felt like he could hear the laughter like a distant tinnitus.

He shook his head and left the trousers on his desk. He was used to Michael’s shenanigans. Usually it at least showed itself when it decided to fuck around with things. Gerry actually hadn’t seen it in a while. Clearly, it was making sure he didn’t forget about it even if it didn’t grace Gerry with its presence. As if Gerry could ever forget about it.

Gerry still tried to ignore whatever was happening with his clothes. He just went about his life. It wasn’t the first time Michael tried to get to him with its reality-bending-shit. Usually, it considered Gerry’s reaction - or lack thereof - too boring to continue, eventually. It was a game, of sorts, and Gerry was determined to not let this get to him, either. His life was weird enough. Accepting a capricious closet really shouldn’t be too hard as long as he kept himself from thinking about it too much. And ever since Michael had become a reoccuring aspect of his life, Gerry had become decent at that. He was confident this would just end in Michael giving him a disappointed pout again, complaining that he was no fun. Gerry grinned at the image. It was a surprisingly cute expression, in a very wrong way.

*

Gerry was running out of clothes that did not have clashing colours and patterns. Even when he had stopped putting his clothes in the closet, they eventually shifted into garish button-ups and equally horrible trousers. It was getting, if not annoying, at least slightly inconvenient. Okay, maybe Gerry was also starting to get a little annoyed. But he wouldn’t let it get to him. Gerry went shopping.

He wasn’t necessarily surprised that, once he got home and reached into the bag, he did not pull out the black clothes he had bought in the shop. But he was a little irritated as he looked at the shirt that looked like it was made from multiple horrendous shirts. Looking at it too much hurt, and he couldn’t quite pin down which sleeve had what pattern, colours seemingly shifting as his eyes tried to focus on it. But they never had the same colours or patterns, no matter how long Gerry looked at it. The same seemed to be going for the rest of the shirt, one side different from the other, different from the collar and the back and at the same time never the same. It was a nightmare to look at.

He looked at the trousers instead, feeling like he had gone cross eyed from staring at the shirt for way too long. At least the trousers seemed to be shifting less, but maybe that was him. They had some sort of wavy pattern to it in what might be yellow, or maybe blue, Gerry couldn’t tell. Which probably wasn’t a good sign. This needed to stop. Gerry wanted his clothes back. He started changing out of his clothes and into the atrocities he had just brought home, sure Michael wouldn’t skip on the opportunity to show up and tease him about it. Gerry didn’t need to face the mirror to know he looked wrong. He sighed, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Fine, Michael. I caved in. You can stop this…whatever you’re doing, now.”

Gerry didn’t even hear the door open, but he knew Michael was there even before it spoke up, “Ah! You gave up so quickly!”

It took a moment for Gerry to figure out where Michael’s voice was coming from. Gerry was fairly certain that was business as usual, but he couldn’t be sure about it. The thought slipped from his mind when he finally found Michael’s grinning face to his left, closer than it should for Gerry not to notice at first. It was difficult to tell, but Gerry was fairly sure, somehow, that it was taking him in. Gerry had already forgotten what he was wearing in the underlying confusion Michael always brought with it. But he remembered, now.

“What exactly was this all about?”

Michael’s impossible grin went a little wider and Gerry was still fairly sure it was still not looking at his face. “Colour.”

Gerry crossed his arms in front of his chest, raising an eyebrow. “Colour? All of this to…what, see me in colour?”

Now Michael’s nightmarish eyes dragged themselves up to meet his, making Gerry squint before the mess of bright colours calmed into something less painful to look at.

“Worth every second,” Michael said, amused, as far as Gerry could discern.

Though it always sounded amused, he guessed. Maybe it seemed like a more specific kind, one Gerry couldn’t quite place but could feel. He let out a deep sigh, but a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth. This was ridiculous, which, of course, was very much like Michael.

“You could have just asked, you know.”

Michael snickered its strange laugh and ran one of its hands through its twisting curls. It had started doing that recently and Gerry was still unsure if it was aware of it, purposefully calling him out on his habit, or if it had simply picked it up subconsciously. It sure made for a very strange view, fingers looking sharp enough to give it an impromptu haircut. Then again, its hair didn’t really behave or feel like hair, either.

“Where would have been the fun in that?”

Gerry shook his head and laughed. He gently bumped it with his elbow. “You’re unbelievable.”

Michael was back to letting its eyes wander over him, expression still unreadable, though Gerry thought it looked somewhat alert?

“Well, how do I look?” he asked, letting his arms fall back to his side and turning around.

Michael made what Gerry assumed was an appreciative noise. It sounded a little bit like a trill. When he looked back Michael looked…soft. Felt? Gerry wasn’t sure. Neither was he sure what exactly he meant with soft. It looked very put together, as far as he could tell. It seemed…agitated? But in a good way. A smooth way?

“Adequate,” it buzzed after a moment, and Gerry understood it was excited . Its hair twisting and twirling into little….hearts? betrayed its word choice. That was new. Michael always seemed to find new ways to express itself and Gerry was rather fascinated by the motion for a moment. Definitely hearts.

He grinned, looking back at its face. “Adequate?”

“Very adequate.”

Gerry was unsure whether he imagined the heart shapes flying through its eyes. He laughed, head a little light from looking at its eyes so intently. He assumed this was one of those cases where Michael avoided saying what it actually meant. Sometimes Gerry wondered if it did it on purpose. It was never clear on how much it could really go against whatever it talked about as ‘its nature’. Gerry guessed its hair and words not quite matching probably fell into that vaguely defined confusing nature.

“Where did my clothes go?” he asked after a moment. It was difficult to remember what had brought him to this, as it always was when Michael was around. But Gerry usually managed, to Michael’s impressed disappointment. “Do you have them?” Gerry added before his mind got all hazy again. It was usually easier to keep track while talking.

Michael instantly broke his focus with its seemingly unrelated comeback, eyes going bigger, “Do you want to see me in black?”

Gerry frowned, unsure how they had come to this point in the conversation. He shrugged, knowing thinking too much about it would only give him a headache. He had never seen it in dark clothes. It might look interesting.

“Hm…sure.”

Michael put one finger to its lips in what was probably a thoughtful gesture. Gerry knew what was coming when it started to flicker and shift and he lowered his gaze, having long since learned that watching when Michael changed its form - and he guessed clothes, too - would just give him a migraine. He waited until the suddenly more intense, popping static calmed down again before he looked up.

Michael was, indeed, wearing all black, but that was the last thing that made Gerry’s eyes widen. It was wearing a bat sleeve, v-neck blouse, cropped and tied at the waist and velvet flare trousers. The black plateau ankle boots and black ribbon tying Michael’s hair into a ponytail really added to the overall look and Gerry grinned, trying not to laugh. Of course. What had he expected from Michael ? Obviously it would find a way to make an all black outfit as eccentric as its usual attire. Somehow, it looked so very fitting and Gerry’s shoulders were shaking with bit back laughter, more at how Michael had managed to be utterly surprising yet again than the actual outfit.

Michael threw its hair back at Gerry’s reaction, grin wide and self-satisfied. “What? Deliciously handsome?” It winked, or maybe one of its eyes glitched into its face for a moment. “Of course, that’s why you are shaking at the mere sight of me.“

Gerry burst out laughing, then, and Michael’s echoing, layered laughter soon joined him. It took a moment before Gerry managed to calm down, some chuckles still escaping him. “You’re going to be the end of me, Michael.”

“In a good way?” Michael giggled, brushing Gerry’s hair behind his ear, uncovering the lovely blush the laughing had left him with.

Gerry grinned up at it. He wasn’t sure if the boots were actually making it any taller, or if Michael was distorting its height on purpose, as it sometimes did. “In a very confusing way, probably.”

Michael looked satisfied, one long finger twisting a strand of Gerry’s hair around it. It let go for the hair to stay in a perfect ringlet. It leaned it close, thumb tracing Gerry’s jaw.

“Since we’re all dressed up…how about we go out?” it purred.

Gerry cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? What do you suggest?”

It pointed at the open door that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Gerry followed the motion with his eyes, but he couldn’t see a lot, mostly neon signs and faint music.

“What’s that?”

“Do you want to find out?”

“That’s unfair.” Gerry mock-complained. Michael knew he could never say no to such a question. He could already feel the urge to find out whatever was behind that door. Gerry had been like that even before the Eye, but it did seem to be even worse now. He sighed, giving Michael a nod and taking its outstretched hand. Michael grinned and pulled him through the door.

*

It was loud and Gerry was disoriented, which wasn’t necessarily new. While he was comfortable enough to use Michael’s doors by now, it usually still left him a little light headed. But it wasn’t just that, this time. There were lights and different kinds of music everywhere and it took Gerry a moment to make sense of his surroundings. An amusement park. He raised an eyebrow. “Is this the place you mentioned last time?”

“The time you didn’t want to leave your apartment, yes.”

“I was tired.”

Michael laced their fingers together, its own looking as human as they ever got, though they still felt heavy. Gerry knew that if he looked hard enough, he could still make out the long and sharp digits that shouldn’t be able to fit between his own fingers at all.

“You are boring when you’re tired.”

He looked up at it. “I’m always tired.”

Michael was closer than it had been a moment before and when Gerry looked down he saw that it had provided him with some holographic pink plateau boots. Trying to figure out if they matched with anything he was wearing was a thought he decided to not bother with. Michael’s face was suddenly in front of him.

“Thankfully, you’re not always boring.” It grinned, wide. “I do like when you get all cuddly.”

Gerry blushed a little, mumbling, “Thanks, I guess.” He looked away, trying to change the topic. “So, where to?”

Michael straightened up again. “Wherever you want to go.”

Gerry thought about it for a moment. It all looked and sounded overwhelming, too many colourful lights and different smells. He had never been in a place like this without it being work-related. He had no idea how to navigate it for fun .

He frowned, unsure. “I think…I could eat.”

Michael nodded and started walking, pulling him along. They walked around for a while and Gerry got himself something to eat along the way. He was surprised to find his wallet in his pocket, though the vendor seemed so utterly confused looking at Gerry’s ever-shifting shirt that he could have probably managed without paying, had he wanted to.

The vendor wasn’t the only eyes they drew as they casually made their way along the streets in-between booths and rides. It wasn’t new. Gerry had drawn eyes long before he started occasionally walking around hand in hand with somebody that towered over most people and also, if looked at too closely, looked somewhat removed from human. Still, he was fairly sure that part of the glances they were getting now were due to their attire. As somebody who was rather used to such looks, Gerry could just feel it.

He wasn’t necessarily bothered by it. His surroundings provided enough distraction from that strange awareness that he was wearing something quite outside his comfort zone. Gerry had never been to an amusement park outside of work-related instances. Well, instance. The memory put him somewhat on edge at first. He felt Michael’s hand tighten around his own and his thoughts scattered. He gave it an apologetic smile.

“You should try one of the rides,” it said.

“For distraction?” It was probably not a bad idea. Gerry guessed that’s why people came to these places in the first place.

Michael grinned. “For fun.”

Gerry rolled his eyes, but grinned. “Lead the way.”

*

The rides were fun. And it did make it significantly more difficult to get hung up on whatever paranormal entities might be on the loose within the amusement park. The clinging unease subsided as they went from one to the next.

Michael didn’t seem too impressed by the rides themselves, but it seemed to take joy in how obviously it added to the light-headedness of the people sitting close, how uncomfortable they seemed the moment they sat down. Some even forgot to gawk at their attire once Michael was sitting right next to them.

The only thing that did seem to genuinely make Michael buzz excitedly next to Gerry was when they approached the house of mirrors. Gerry rolled his eyes. “Sometimes, you are predictable, you know?”

“Were you expecting me to ask you to go in there?”

There was something in its voice that made Gerry think for a moment, consider where the catch might be. “No, I thought the choice would be too obvious.”

“Then I subverted your expectations.” It squeezed his hand in barely-contained amusement.

Gerry chuckled. “There’s no winning with your word-twisting…”

*

It took very little time for Gerry to get lost within the mirrored halls, all reflecting distorted versions of himself and sometimes somebody else, sometimes nothing at all. He was fairly sure they were not all supposed to work like this. Michael followed him closely, thought it seemed more distracted than usual, which probably had something to do with the occasional distressed noises reaching Gerry from fellow people walking around the labyrinth. Michael often bothered the people around them a little - even when, as far as Gerry could tell, it wasn’t actively trying - so he let it slide. It was clear that it was doing it on purpose this time, but maybe people would simply get out thinking of how impressive the house of mirrors is. People were weird. Some were surely enjoying this right now. Michael was certainly looking like it was having a great time whenever Gerry looked at it, and it did make him smile, although somewhat guiltily.

Gerry did stop when he saw a door in one of the mirrors, one currently being approached by a wide-eyed person whose hurried steps betrayed the urge to get out of the maze. Gerry knew where this was going, hand coming to grab Michael’s wrist, forcing it to stop next to him.

He sighed in mock-exasperation. “Really, Michael? On a date?”

Michael looked at him, but only with one of its eyes. The other was still trained on the door in anticipation. “ You already had dinner.”

Gerry shook his head. He knew it didn’t kill them anymore, just let them wander until close - sometimes beyond - the breaking point and released them again. It had been the best compromise they could manage, and Gerry had made peace with it. But that didn’t mean he necessarily wanted to watch the next victim open the door. That would be a rather sour end to a pretty nice date.

Personally, Gerry had had a very different end in mind. As ridiculous as Michael’s outfit seemed, Gerry had caught his eyes lingering on its velvet-hugged hips, the bit of exposed not-skin that looked so much paler in-between all the black. Even when Gerry caught it shifting from the human pale colour Michael usually stuck with. Maybe the actual ridiculous aspect of Michael’s get-up was that Gerry was into it.

His hand slipped from its wrist, coming to rest on its waist instead. Michael’s other eye focused on him, too, then, a curious glint in it. Only for a moment. Maybe Gerry had imagined it. The tips of his fingers slipped underneath its blouse as he leaned in, still a bit too short to properly reach Michael’s ear.

He knew it still heard him when he mumbled, voice low, “Let’s go home. I haven’t had dessert yet.”

It seemed to lose its grip on itself for a short moment, something like a shiver running through it. Gerry gave it a knowing grin, eyes half-lidded as he followed the line of whatever was going for its spine in that moment downwards. It could be quite predictable sometimes. The smug grin on Gerry’s lips only grew when the door previously in one of the mirrors in front of them appeared behind them and Michael pulled him through it, an anticipating grin on its own lips.

*

[[Michael’s outfit was actually sent to me by my abovementioned friend and you SHOULD gaze upon it.]]

#gerrymichael #michaelgerry

[wwounu]

“‘Cheol-“ You blurt, breaking the ‘spark’ between you and the male, who wordlessly draws closer to your jaw, sprinkling kisses that gradually move south. “‘Cheol, I think you’re doing great babe and I’m totally be into this, but not with your friends literally coming in ten minutes.”

Seungcheol pulls away, a bottom lip pouted childishly, his hands pulling the both of you closer despite the close proximity you already had.

“But Honey!”

“Nice try, but c’mon, I have to get the apartment ready.” Your hand moves to tap Seungcheol’s hip. “Let go of me now,”

Seungcheol’s face shifts, his little smile beginning to show through. He shakes his head left to right, a more ambitious expression on his face this time.

You warn, “Seungcheol.”

Other than his strong grip, his fingers on your waist sink into your skin, dangerously inviting a battle you aren’t going to enjoy. Despite laughing, you try your best to remain angry.

“Seungcheol, I’m being serious now — do something and I’ll-“

A burst of laugher roars out of you, Seungcheol now tickling you up and down as you attempt to wiggle your way out, the male fighting back by weighing you down, but just enough as he keeps a knee beside your leg to support himself.

You get the better end of in though, as your hands manage to reach one of his pillows (meaning you had to sacrifice Seungcheol tickling your arms next), but you took the chance to hit him on the head with the soft material.

“Hey!” Exclaims the male, using one hand to snatch the pillow and tossing it to the other side of the room, making sure your hands are glued to your side as he tickles you again, “Clever, aren’t you?”

Replying only in laughter, Seungcheol finally gives in, his muscles relaxing as he smoothly merges the position into a hug, rolling over so that he’s underneath you.

Content, the both of you hum, staying like that for a while. When you decide to prop your chin on Seungcheol’s chest, looking at the male’s features, Seungcheol looks back, his fingers automatically to run over your features as his eyes take in his view.

Just before he moves to do something, a unison of knocks come from the entrance. You can see the snarl form from Seungcheol’s lips as he grumbles underneath his breath.

“Time to go,” encourages you, a little disappointed too. You hoped to have more time like this with Seungcheol before revealing your relationship to your friends.

Seungcheol nods, gently pushing the both of you up as he announces, “I’ll go get the door.”

“I’ll be in the bathroom.”

As Seungcheol stands, moving to the door, you take a brief second to call his name, the male turning in return. Upon turning, he’s met with an instant warm at his lips, followed by a smile from you.

It’s short — sweet — but it was simply an act of support and a we can do this to the both of you.

“I know how much you wanted that,” you kiss him one more time on the cheek, “see you out there.”

All twelve of your friends gathered along with Seungcheol — more like squished — on the couch, you finally come out and greet them all.

Naturally, Seungcheol gets up at the sight of you, manoeuvring his way to sit with you. Some faces react, some don’t, and Seungkwan suddenly goes ooh!

“Seungkwan, why do you have popcorn in your hand?” You point out.

“Because,” he chews, slapping Chan’s hand away from stealing Seungkwan’s popcorn, “whenever you two are with us, there’s normally a fight that’s bound to happen. I simply came prepared.”

“Trust me, there won’t be any fights,” Seungcheol reassures, laughing. It makes Seungkwan curls his lip in disappointment.

“How boring — boo!” Seungkwan throws a bunch of popcorn at Seungcheol. The joke was on him when Seungcheol caught some in his mouth, added with Chan picking up the discarded popcorn, counting it as a win for himself.

You nudge Seungcheol on the arm, gesturing him to get everyone’s attention. “Right,” he mutters awkwardly, clearing his voice to get the room’s attention, “everyone! Listen up, we owe everyone an announcement-”

“Sure as heck you do!” Seokmin interjects. “Why did I have to get the text — couldn’t it be like, Jeonghan or something?! I did not need to know such details about Y/N-“

The room fills with the same holy shit what did Seungcheol text — excluding Jeonghan who was in the middle of being heavily offended — and before Seokmin went into a bigger ad-lib about the text, Joshua gets the whole room’s attention.

“Can we listen to what Y/N and Seungcheol have to say first?” Seungkwan enthusiastically nods into Joshua’s suggestion, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Long story short, Seungcheol and I are in a relationship now. Before you go batshit crazy, can we please leave everything else for another time? The text, the secret group-chats can be discussed later… Even though I’m offended that you have another group-chat without me guys, I’m super disappointed.”

Oddly, the room stays quiet. Everyone’s eyes are on you, even Seungcheol’s, all with the same, dumb look apparent in their eyes. Just as you thought they were playing a strange game of musical statues, the room divides into wild reactions fusing into overlapped chatter while the other half remain unsurprised.

Scared at the outburst, you hold Seungcheol’s hand, squeezing it a little.

On the other hand, you focus more on the unbothered half. “You guys knew?”

“Being best friends and not having romantic feelings? I call that bullshit. It starts and ends like how you see in romantic movies,” Jihoon says, uncomfortable with the animatic moving of Junhui and Vernon dancing over the announcement because they won a bet or something, “congratulations though, you sure took your time.”

Minghao continues, “I met the both of you thinking you were going out… Still thought so even after Seungcheol told me you weren’t.”

“‘Cheol, Y/N, what made you finally want to go out with each other? Your answer determines whether or not I get free slushies from Soonyoung for two months.”

Seungcheol scrunches his face, unsure if you want to answer the question. He turns for some form of acceptance, but you shrug. “Well… It was a long process-“

“Long process my foot, you’ve been friends with benefits for god knows how long and are both too stubborn to accept each other’s feelings,” Joshua rants out of the blue, unaware of his impact of words upon the rest of the group.

“Josh!” Alarmed, you pull the same surprised face as Seungcheol.

“WHAT?!” Everyone begins to react, a loud chain of questions being called out as Joshua mouths sorry to you, but he wasn’t going to get away so easily with that.

“Oh my god — so you were doing those things to Y/N as you still had one night stands?” Mingyu asks, “What the fuck man?! The girl of your dreams was there right there all along and you still fucked it up?!”

“Like you could say much man, mister I thought Princess went out with Junhui and stayed sad for weeks,” Seungcheol mimics, instantly silencing Mingyu.

“Mingyu, we had it all resolved, it’s honestly nothing-“

Chan cuts in, “Damn, I honestly thought you were going to end up with Jihoon after that party.”

Seungcheol speaks this time. “Well… I persuaded her to change her mind,” a unison of noises come out of the males, some throwing a pillow or two at Seungcheol as Seungcheol threatens them with his face.

“You don’t even know half of the story.” Joshua rolls his eyes, noticing the change of expression on your face as he says so. “But what matters is that Y/N and ‘Cheol are happy. Everything in between is just for them to keep to themselves until they want to tell us. Give them a break, they know nothing about dating to be honest.”

“Justin and Mila did it better, next!” Surprisingly, Seungkwan was apart of the unsurprised group when the announcement first came out, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

His serious expression breaks into laugher, leaving his popcorn (which, Mingyu decides to call as his own) and jumping to hug the both of you.

“Kidding guys! That’s super great for you. You got there in the end,”

Seungcheol looks over at you, his features softening. “Yeah,” he breathes, sure of himself, “we did.”

“Aren’t you going to say something Wonwoo?” Jeonghan asks. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“I’m just amused of how this is working out. You’ve seen each other naked multiple of times — a mental image I don’t want to have, by the way — and yet you’re holding hands as if you‘re preteens. It’s like you’re doing everything backwards.”

The statement make you and Seungcheol’s cheeks going warm, the realisation of you holding hands coming back to you. But you don’t snatch back you hand or anything, you just shyly hide behind the male, the rest of your friends chattering and laughing amongst themselves.

“They are doing everything backwards,” Junhui agrees, hiding a snicker.

“I find it cute. It fits them.”

Everyone turns to Jeonghan, who’s pretty much smiling at you two. He rolls off backwards off the couch, bringing Chan along with him to the kitchen. Just before you go and check what the two are doing, they enter with a tray of glasses and mugs each filled with alcohol inside.

“I couldn’t find the wine glasses anywhere, so these will do. More washing for you anyway, ‘Cheol.” Jeonghan states, passing the drinks around until everyone has one in hand.

Chan thoroughly prepares himself, pounding his chest as he raises his glass into your and Seungcheol’s direction. He smiles, proud, “A toast for Seungcheol and Y/N. This may not be a marriage or anything, but it’s still a special time for both of you. I hope you’re very happy with each other, we love you a lot! And I especially thank you for giving an excuse to drink while dieting,” everyone smacks the youngest, not able to hold in their smiles, “to Y/N and Seungcheol everyone!”

“Before we drink,” Seungcheol’s voice arises, shaken, “I’d like to say a few things too. Everyone’s been joking about my actions and my situation with Y/N before we got together, and although it’s in the past, I would like to apologise for it all.”

He swivels his body so that he’s facing you, taking your hands in his, eyes sincerely staring into yours.

“We aren’t perfect, but, I want this to last for a long time. You’re all I want. You’re my all and more. I mean it, and I’ll do my best to show it everyday. Even when we quarrel, before we sleep, or when we do nothing. You deserve love and I want to give you the best experience of it. Let’s walk the world together, shall we?”

At a loss of words, forgetting everyone was in the room, you hold Seungcheol, instantly meeting him with a kiss. It must be embarrassing for everyone to see, but you were too busy crying to notice, Seungcheol humming into the kiss as his wipes your tears, quietly asking why you were crying, apologising for making you like that. He apologised for nothing, however, knowing that they carried happiness, Seungcheol holding you gently.

“To Y/N and Seungcheol!”

The rest of the room cheer, a quick cue for the both of you to raise your glasses, a variety of glass touching happening everywhere before everyone takes their drink. Seungcheol lowers himself and whispers into your ear.

“To you and me,”

“You and I indeed.”

OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART SIXTEEN — Hopeless Romantic!Seungcheol x Hopeful Romantic!Reader

a little early update this time! i cant believe we’re finally ending this au on friday.... Q-Q but we have kwans soon!!!!

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[dongsooks]

Best Friends to Lovers - Chen

A/N: Hi @noona-clock T! I couldn’t decide whether or not to do bullet points or a scenario so I’m gonna throw in some blurbs in between the bullets. It’s messy as hell and turned out to be a high school!au, which I’m sorry about, but I hope you like it regardless!

(written by admin Fay)

he’s loud

and annoying

basically just obnoxious

that’s a no-brainer

but he made up for it being the sweetest human being on earth

so kind to everyone, especially those who are more shy

you went to the same school, but didn’t really know each other right away

neither of you were necessarily the ‘popular’ kids

you just had a different group of friends

but at some point they slowly started molding together

and you started talking to him more

and realized how freaking cute he is

“Oh hey (Y/N), we’re going to get pizza after school. You wanna come with us?” Your friend smiled at you, with a hopeful look. You were unsure, you had an essay half way ready and you really wanted to finish it in time.

“Uh, I don’t know...” You explained the situation. Your friend shrugged, it wasn’t unusual for you to be busy and they weren’t going to pressure you. Except that someone else was.

“Oh come on!” A boy, called Jongdae, whined. He sounded funny, and it made you smile. “So what about some stupid essay? It’s not like you can’t finish it later today. Besides, I can promise you this pizza is worth it!”

so obviously you gave in

a cute guy and pizza, is there a better combo?

you two became quite close soon

(apparently Jongdae seals friendships with pizza dates)

and he was just so easy to be around

soon you found yourself spending most of your time with him

you two would be hanging out even if others from your group of friends couldn’t make it, you could always trust each other to be around

he often liked to tease you

about anything he could

you figured he just liked making people flustered

or if he was bored

he’d do pretty much anything to annoy you

to the point where you just had to give him attention

but you had your ways to get back at him

in fact, you were one of the very few people who could make him plead for forgiveness and mercy

on emergency occations, when he needed you to do something but he didn’t have the time to start bickeringand begging

he’d gather the best aegyo he could pull together

and throw it at you

it usually got him whatever he wanted

not only was this guy the most fun person you’ve ever met

he was also hella caring

“Yo it’s Jongdae, we had the spanish vocab test tomorrow right? Which chapter was it from again?”

he texts because he knows you may not remember so he tries to remind you without letting you know he noticed your forgetfulness

if you’ve posted something on your social media on a night out;

“Isn’t it your bedtime soon? Get out of the club granny!”

he was just joking though, and he’d always send something right after to let you know that, like;

“No but seriously, do you need a ride home?”

Your class was about to start, the teacher was going to be there any minute now, and Jongdae was missing. Your eyes switched from your wrist watch to the door and back. The teacher was just about to step into the classroom, but before she could make it all the way through the door a boy pushed his way past her and ran to the back to sit on his seat next to you. The teacher shook her head, but let it slide this time. Even though Jongdae was a handful, he was still hardworking.

“Ah, really Jongdae...” you whined, but still accepted the two cranola bars he had dug out of his pocket and was holding out to you. It wasn’t the first time he had gone to the corner store on his way to school to grab something for you. “Come on, I saw your instagram story,” he muttered, still a little out of breath. “I’ll stop feeding you when you learn to make time for eating breakfast!” Oh yeah, you had in fact posted a quick picture of the pretty sunrise, with a text saying how you’d probably enjoy the morning more if it weren’t for your empty stomach.

you were quite surprised he didn’t date anyone

in your opinion, he was as near to perfect as it can get

but you just figured he wanted to focus on his studies

and somehow you felt a little glad you could get him all to yourself and didn’t have to share him with some stupid girlfriend, who probably wouldn’t even appreciate him enough

when it was time for prom!!!

it was obvious to everyone that you two would go together

and you did

although you told Jongdae if some other girl asked him, he could go with them if he wanted to

“So, you know, if someone else asks you, feel free to say yes. You don’t absolutely have to go with me.” You finished with a shrug, and looked at Jongdae. He rubbed his chin, pretending to think. “Hmm, I would, but then you wouldn’t have anyone else to go with,” he said with a look that was almost pitiful, but you could still see a sparkle in his eyes. Your eyes widened, and you yelled at him, “Yah! I’m perfectly capable of finding another guy to go with! You’re not the only male friend I have!” This just made Jongdae burst into laughter. After he calmed down, he ruffled your hair, and smiled. “Don’t worry silly, I wouldn’t wanna go with anyone else but you!”

He most likely didn’t expect it, but you had heard girls talking about asking him to prom. One day, you were walking down the hallway as you noticed Jongdae was talking with someone. You hid behind a corner, not that you were stalking them, you were just curious and didn’t want to interrupt. You heard the girl laugh at one of Jongdae’s jokes, and then clear her thoat. “So listen, Jongdae, I was actually wondering if you’d wanna go to prom with me?” You felt your heart beat a bit faster as you waited for him to answer. Part of you was somehow ready to be disappointed after hearing him agree to going with her. However; “Ah, sorry, I’m already going with (Y/N). Thanks for asking though, I bet I could set you up with a friend of mine if you want?” You exhaled deeply. Why did you even doubt him? And, now that you thought about it, why were you this relieved Jongdae chose you over someone else? Not that this was a competition, but...

you had fun all thoughout the prom night

you danced with pretty much all your friends

and learned that Jongdae was... a horrible dancer

you had briefly practiced the basic waltz, just to make sure he knew the steps, and he did pretty well

but freestyle dancing however...

luckily as it was Jongdae, he didn’t mind one bit

he knew how to laugh at himself too and made it fun

the night was over too soon

and now it was time the last slow dance

you glanced at Jongdae, unsure

but he held out his hand for you, with a smile on his face

and you took his hand and let him guide you to the dancefloor

you put your hands on his shoulders and he let his rest at your waist

swaying you two from side to side

he stared humming the song

and you found yourself relaxing

even though your bodies weren’t really leaning against each other

it was actually kind of fun

until the couples around you started sucking on each others mouths

You made a disgusted face at Jongdae. “Wanna get out of here?” he suggested, and when you nodded he took your hand once again and lead you away from the crowd, down the hallway and outside into the school yard. You stood there for a while, looking at the sky and making sure both of you had had fun so far. What you hadn’t realized, was that it was quite late, which meant it was getting a bit chilly out side. A gust of wind made goosebumps appear on your skin, and you tried to warm yourself up by wrapping your arms around yourself, cursing for not bringing a jacket. Like that had been his codeword, Jongdae took off his blazer and threw it around your shoulders. Then, he turned you around and pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you. Being this close to him, you couldn’t help but look into his eyes. Unusual to Jongdae, he wasn’t grinning widely. Instead, his eyes were soft and his smile was gentle and his lips were attractive and quite close to you and had they always looked so kissable? Before you even had time to answer to any of those questions you felt Jongdae lean in closer to you and now his lips were on yours, cautious but warm and still. After a few seconds the reality hit you and you pulled away. Your head was so full of questions, but you couldn’t possibly deal with all of them now, so all you could say was; “We should go back inside, they’re probably wondering where we disappeared off to.” Jongdae nodded as you gave him his blazer back.

not gonna lie, you felt a bit weird about it afterwards

and so did Jongdae

it was a bit awkward for a week after that

you didn’t talk as much

if you did it was sort of small talk

after a whole week of that, on Friday you stopped him after school to talk

you explained how you didn’t like how you went from best friends to these awkward acquaintances

he agreed, but seemed a little weird

“Is there something you want to tell me?” you asked him with raised eyebrows. He chuckled, lowering his head. “Isn’t it already pretty obvious, kitten?” You blinked, taken aback my the nickname. But you were too confused by the turn of this situation, and didn’t say anything, so Jongdae sighed. “I guess I’m gonna have to say it since you can’t read signals... I really like you, (Y/N). And, I don’t know, I hoped you’d like me too.” You stared at him, mouth ajar. Your thoughts were dashing left and right, and you couldn’t do anything but stare at Jongdae, who was now starting to uncomfortably change his weight from one foot to another. You were just about to say something, but just then a car honked and Jongdae turned around to look. “Welp, my ride’s here. See you later, yeah?” He walked to the car and opened the door, but before he jumped in, he turned to yell; “You have my number, so think about it and let me know!”

over the weekend you got flashbacks of moments, moments when Jongdae had discreetly but clearly hinted at how he felt about you

on Sunday you realized you couldn’t go back to school with the uncomfortable athmosphere, so you texted him, saying of course you liked him back and that you couldn’t wait to see him again on Monday

the next Monday, you were walking to school

you had a spanish class first

Jongdae was most likely late again

but this time you had made sure you had time to eat breakfast

so he couldn’t have been late because of you, right?

you just about placed your hand on the door handle, when you felt someone grab you by your other hand

you turned around, and it was Jongdae

holding a huge bar of chocolate

out of breath as per usual

you waited for him to calm down, and when he did-

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

he said it so bluntly

and you certainly had not expected it

so you were pretty much speechless

but he waited patiently

(still lowkey panting)

and when you had gathered your thoughts

you realized there was nothing to even think about

so you just wrapped your arms around his neck

and kissed him

safe to say the whole school, if not had they been waiting for it, weren’t surprised when you walked through the hallways to class hand in hand

and Jongdae was proud to show you off

proud to let everyone know you were now only his

#exo #exo chen #chen #jongdae #kim jongdae #exo fluff #chen fluff #jongdae fluff

[whimsical-ness]

Promise | Baekhyun

◇ Link to Masterlist

◇ Short story as part of this Secret Santa exchange created by @kpop-stole-my-lyfe

◇ Genre: Fluff!!

◇ Summary: A seemingly depressing Christmas Eve takes an unexpected turn when the local bartender takes it upon himself to cheer you up.

◇ Word Count: 2k

◇ A/N: Yay for holiday stories! @treasure-exo , I hope you like this Susie, I tried my best! :)

You sighed loudly as you set the glass down with a soft clink, your chin falling into your palm as you frowned, glaring at the happy couple kissing two feet away from you.

Did they really have to do that? In public? In front of people who’d just had their hearts broken?

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you look away, right up into the eyes of the bartender who was grinning at you knowingly.

You rolled your eyes, taking another gulp of your drink. “What? If they’re going at it like that for everyone to see, is it really so wrong to stare?”

The bartender raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t say anything,” he said defensively. “I was just going to ask if you’re alright. It’s odd to see someone drinking by themselves at a bar on Christmas Eve.”

You snorted. “Sue me. It’s a crime, is it? Sorry for not being obnoxiously happy and excited. I’m not really in the festive mood.”

The bartender let out a breath. “Whoa there. Wanna tell me what happened?”

You glanced at your drink, contemplating whether to tell this stranger why exactly you were in a bad mood. Why did he even care?

“Why do you care?” you blurted automatically. Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. “You’re kind of ruining the mood here for everyone,” he said pointedly. “Maybe if you tell me what’s wrong, we can liven things up for you.”

You were almost offended. But you decided to answer.

“My boyfriend broke up with me,” you said monotonously, and lifted the glass to your lips to swallow down the already rising hurt.  “Ah,” he replied, his eyes softening. “And you’re going to let him ruin Christmas for you?”

You hesitated. For the past two years of being in a relationship, Christmas had always been happy. He had made it happy. As pathetic as it sounded, you didn’t feel as if you were going to be able to feel that away without him there to celebrate it with you.

It was as if the bartender read your thoughts, because he went on. “Understandable. You have pleasant memories of him associated with Christmas, don’t you?”

You bit your lip, looking away from him. 

“What if you could make new memories?” he said, his lips lifting. “New memories for a new year. I reckon it would help you feel much better.”

You raised your eyebrows in question. 

“I’ll tell you what. My shift ends in 20 minutes. I’m making it my responsibility to make your Christmas unforgettable.”

You gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

The bartender flushed. “Okay, I definitely did not mean it like that. I meant, we can hang out or something. Enjoy all the celebrations around town. You just...look like you need it.”

“And why would I say yes?” you countered, crossing your arms. “I don’t even know you.”

He shrugged. “You don’t have to say yes. But you’d be missing out on a great evening with a cute guy like myself. Are you really willing to turn that down?”

You burst out in disbelieving laughter. But he wasn’t wrong. He was very cute. Twinkling brown eyes and a mop of fluffy dark blonde hair that grazed his forehead; his lips curved in a cheeky smile. 

You didn’t really want to turn him down at all.

“Oh alright,” you said finally, feeling your heart warm a little for the first time as his face lit up in a smile.

“You won’t regret it,” he replied, winking at you. “I’m Baekhyun, by the way. And I promise by the end of the evening, you’re going to forget about your breakup. And that this is going to be your favourite Christmas yet.”

“Susie,” said Baekhyun brightly as you walked along the sidewalk, your boots scuffing against the rough surface. “That is a very pretty name.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled awkwardly. “Where are we going anyway?”

“Have you ever been to a karaoke place?” he piped, and you shook your head. “Then that’s where we’re going. Get ready to sing your heart out to some Christmas music.”

You bit your lip, increasingly unsure of what you’d gotten yourself into. But 10 minutes later, you were nearly falling over with laughter as Baekhyun belted out his best rendition of “All I Want For Christmas Is You”, while somehow getting half of the lyrics wrong.

“How do you not know the right words?” you asked breathlessly, clutching your stomach to stop yourself from laughing. Baekhyun grinned, and continued to sing loudly and obnoxiously. 

You took a deep breath and started to sing yourself, hesitant at first. But Baekhyun’s enthusiasm rubbed off on you, and as his voice rang out over the music, you found yourself not caring anymore, singing loudly and passionately, almost trying to outdo him.

And when the screen lit up showing the perfect score, you turned to him and pulled him in for a hug, forgetting for an instant that he was almost a stranger. When you immediately froze up, Baekhyun only chuckled, and hugged you tighter, his arms warm around your body.

You pulled away quickly, embarrassed, certain that your cheeks were pink. “We make a good team,” said Baekhyun grinning, shrugging on his coat. “All that singing has made me hungry. Shall we?”

And so your next stop was at a pizza place, which you definitely didn’t have a problem with, though your new friend seemed to. “What’s wrong?” you asked him curiously, taking a big bite of your slice and letting the cheese met into your mouth. “I thought you were hungry.”

He pouted, but took a bite anyway. “Pizza on Christmas Eve just doesn’t seem right. I’m usually used to a whole dinner set out, with roast and potatoes and pudding and stuff.” 

A sudden question popped into your head then. “Why aren’t you home?” you asked curiously. “Why are you here, with me, instead of being with your family?”

He shrugged. “Couldn’t afford the flight ticket home this year. I guess I should’ve saved up more.”

Your heart broke a little as he took another bite of his slice, because you could see the disappointment on his face. “That sucks,” you said softly. 

Baekhyun shook his head, his smile returning. “Not anymore. Think about it this way, if I had ended up going, I would never have met you, right?”

The casual words made your cheeks flame up, and you looked away from him, suddenly shy. You wanted to reply that you were glad too, that fate had made it so he hadn’t ended up going. That you had met him. That he’d brightened up your mood more than he thought he had.

You nearly fought him, later, when he refused to split the bill. “It was my idea to take you out, and so I’m paying,” he said firmly, and even though you grabbed his hand to stop him, threatening to stuff the money into his trousers, he only laughed, his eyes twinkling suggestively. 

“Really, there are other ways of saying you want to take my pants off,” he said, and before you could say another word, he was paying the bill and scooting out of the restaurant, leaving you slightly flabbergasted and following behind him.

“Baekhyun—” you started to whine, but he wasn’t listening, his head instead turned up to the sky, his lips parted in awe. “It’s snowing,” he said, his voice laced with curious joy. “I can’t believe it.”

You laughed, amazed, as snowflakes trickled down around you. It hadn’t snowed at all, that winter. And now, on Christmas Eve, the town was going to be covered in sparkling white snow. 

“It’s a white Christmas,” breathed Baekhyun, echoing your thoughts. “Wow.”

“The snow isn’t going to distract me from what you just did back there,” you reminded him, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m going to pay you back. It’s not fair. It’s not like it was a—“

“A date?” he interrupted, smiling. At your flustered expression, he laughed airily, pulling up the hood of his hoodie. “But what if I wanted it to be?”

You groaned, covering your face. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough to know that that boyfriend of yours was a fool to let you go,” he said softly, and you felt your heart skip unevenly. It was dangerous, you thought. It was dangerous to be feeling this way, so quickly, about this cheeky bartender. 

If you let him, you were sure he was going to steal your heart.

And so you took a deep breath. “I think I should go,” you said, biting your lip. “Thank you, for everything. For tonight. I had such an amazing time—”

He shook his head. “The night’s not over yet, Susie. I haven’t kept my promise.”

You gazed at him, your lips parted in confusion.

“I promised you would forget about your breakup. And you haven’t, have you?”

You sighed in exasperation. “One evening isn’t going to make me just forget. It’s not that simple.” Baekhyun stuffed his hands into his hoodie. “Build a snowman with me,” he said suddenly, apparently completely disregarding your previous words.

You gaped at him. “What? No way.”

“I’ll drop you home right after. Build a snowman with me.”

You were at a loss for words. “Baekhyun, I—”

But then he was taking your hand and pulling you with him, across the road and into the children’s park, the grass now covered with a thin layer of snow.

“I don’t even have gloves,” you sputtered, staring at him as crouched down to scoop up a ball of snow with his bare hands. “Gloves are for losers,” he replied, and then and there you realized that anyone who fell for this guy would be whisked away on a crazy flurry of emotions, leaving them breathless and craving more.

It felt risky, but promising, It felt like something you wanted.

And so you let out a breath and crouched down next to him, gasping as the cold snow stung your palms, turning them a shade of red. “If I get frostbite...” you murmured, shivering a little. “I’m going to kill you.”

Baekhyun only laughed at this, and proceeded to pile up the snow into a heap, forming the bottom half of the snowman. “Find me some branches, will you?”

You shook your head, but did it anyway, poking Baekhyun in the side with one of the branches before sticking it into the snowman. “And now for his head!”

Ten minutes later, your hands felt as though they were going to fall off, but the snowman was complete, with small stones for his eyes and smile. 

“That is...the ugliest snowman I have ever seen,” you said finally, and couldn’t help but start laughing as Baekhyun’s eyes widened in offense. But seeing you laugh, he began to grin, and soon enough, both of you were doubling over in laughter, your cheeks tinted pink from the cold.

“My fingers are freezing,” he whined, and before you could fathom what was happening, he was intertwining both of his hands with yours. You gasped at the contact, the chill from his palms spreading onto your equally cold ones. “There,” he said softly, gazing into your eyes. “They already feel warmer.”

Your lips parted as you looked at him, the snowflakes in his hair, his nose tinged cherry red by the cold wind. “Susie...I really want to kiss you right now,” he murmured. “But if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”

You swallowed, not taking your eyes off him. Four hours ago, you had been gloomy and hating life. Four hours ago, the boy in front of you had been a stranger. But he had managed to make you smile, make you laugh, when you’d thought you wouldn’t be able to for a long time. Not with your broken heart.

Maybe you weren’t thinking straight when you leaned into him, softly pressing your lips to his warm ones. Maybe the snow had frozen your brain, and that’s why rationality had left you.

But maybe, a part of you hoped that this cute bartender would be able put the pieces of your broken heart back together, slowly, but surely.

When you broke away, Baekhyun looked a little stunned. “Can I make you another promise?” he said a little breathlessly. “If I promise to somehow make you fall in love with me, would you believe it?”

You smiled.

You knew it was a promise he was going to keep.

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone!!❄️ 

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Marichat May 2018: Chapter 2

Prompt: Can I Pick, Princess?

Chapter 1

Fanfiction AO3 Wattpad

Chapter 2: Secrets

Marinette collapsed onto her bed. She dug her hands into her face, letting her fingers pull down the skin directly below her eyes.

"What have I done, Tikki! I can't believe that I gave Chat Noir an invitation to stay here– possibly forever!" she exclaimed. "I don't regret doing it, but... what if I accidentally find out who he is? What if he sees you with me? What if he somehow finds out that I'm Ladybug? UGH I HAVE DUG MYSELF A GRAVE THAT I WILL NEVER GET OUT OF." Marinette wiggled her body so that her face was now facing the pillow. She hit her face with the pillow multiple times for extra measure.

"Calm down, Marinette." Tikki said. "It's not like Chat Noir is going to barge in without permission. The only problem is whether you two can keep conversations without giving too much away."

"Which we will NEVER be able to do," Marinette groaned. "Did you just see me? I almost gave myself away. And that was Day 0."

"It's okay!" Tikki said. "I've seen this multiple times throughout my years. Most of them were happy endings. And besides, it's okay if the secret does leak."

"It is?" Marinette looked up from her pillow.

"Yeah. I mean, as long as you two can keep it a secret to the rest of the world, it's okay"

"Right, but isn't keeping two people's secrets is a lot harder than one?"

"Yes, but it's not the end of the world."

"Okay," Marinette sighed of relief and broke into a full-out grin. She sat up. "We can do this. We can work this out."

"Yes, you can!" Tikki smiled. "But Marinette, can I ask something?"

"What is it?"

"Why did you invite Chat Noir in the first place?"

Marinette smiled. "Well Tikki, I can't turn down a stray kitty."

The bell rang. Marinette and the rest of her class headed for the door while Ms. Bustier tried to squeeze in a few last words.

"Don't forget, we'll be knitting scarves on Friday! Make sure to bring your own yarn!"

As Marinette and her best friend Alya exited the gates, Alya laughed.

"Why a scarf?"

"I don't know," Marinette said. "I guess it's just for the practice?"

"It's almost summer. How is a scarf going to be of any use? It would be of much better use if we could knit ourselves a pair of swimsuits." Alya said.

"But Alya, that's not that works," Marinette giggled.

"Yeah, true. It's a shame." They walked until an idea popped into Alya's head, which was not too long. "Hey, I know. Maybe you can give another scarf to Adrien so that this time he will know it was from you!"

Marinette blushed. "Maybe." That sounded like a great idea.

Someone touched her shoulder.

"Hey Marinette," Adrien called from behind her.

"AHH!" Marinette threw her hands up and rotated one hundred and eighty degrees exactly. "A.. Adrien!? Wh..what brings you here? Is.. is there something you need?"

"Yes, actually," his right hand was on his head. He rubbed it back and forth as he blushed. Marinette thought that it was cute. "It's actually quite embarrassing, but I don't know how to knit. So I've actually never been to yarn stores and don't know how to pick one for the project. I was hoping you would help me?"

"Oh, yeah, of course!" Marinette smiled, but slightly confused. "But I don't think that not being able to knit is embarrassing."

"Well, when you're the son of a fashion tycoon.." Adrien rubbed his head even more.

"Well, I don't think that that's a problem." Marinette said. "Who your parents are don't define you or what you do."

Alya and Adrien laughed at the same time.

"What?" she asked with a worried look on her face. "Did I say something wrong?"

"What's so funny?" Marinette looked at Alya, curious.

Alya was still pushing back her tears when she pushed Marinette aside. "Girl, you know you said that to Adrien Agreste, right?"

"Oh..."

"Um.. Adrien?" Marinette said. Adrien was still laughing, although he looked as if he was trying his best to suppress his tears. "If I have in any way offended you –"

"No, no. No you haven't at all." Adrien burst into laughter again. Alya laughed along. Marinette joined, but she was unsure about what they were really laughing about.

They stood like that for a minute.

"You're right. It doesn't define me!" Adrien smiled. "So, does today or tomorrow work for you?"

"Today works great!"

"Great, I'll meet you at 4! Thanks, Marinette!" Adrien said, and ran towards the limo that was waiting for him.

"Oh my gosh, Alya!" Marinette squealed. "I'm going shopping with Adrien!" She jumped up and down in happiness.

They met each other at the front of the school at 3:58. Since the store was not that far away, they decided that they should walk. Marinette wondered where Adrien's bodyguard was.

"So, how is the physics project coming along for you?" Adrien asked as they walked.

"Great! Not that you are great. No, what am I saying! Of course you are great! You are greatness itself!" Marinette chuckled nervously. "I mean, it's going well. How about you?"

"Umm.. thanks? It's going great here, too." Adrien smiled. "I'm almost done typing the conclusion."

"Wow, you're already that far ahead?" Marinette was shocked. "I'm only quarter done. It is a really hard project after all. You're amazing."

Adrien chuckled. "Thanks, maybe I can help you some time? Physics is my best subject after all."

If this was what heaven felt like, she wanted more of it.

"But I actually think you're the one who's amazing, Marinette."

"Me?" Marinette asked, covering her heart with her two hands.

Adrien nodded. "It's not common for a girl our age to be so talented in so many things." Marinette felt heaven again. It was wonderful. "From designing clothes to album covers to video games! On top of that, you save so many people."

With that last sentence, all the colors on Marinette's face vanished and were replaced with white. "What do you mean?"

Adrien had a worried look on his face. "Are you okay? You seem very ill. Maybe I should call Mrs. Dupain-Cheng," he said, rummaging through his bag for his phone.

"No! No! I'm okay." Marinette stopped him by holding his arm. "Hehe." Marinette smiled a smile too big. "So, you were talking about?" Marinette said all of this very fast and high pitched. Adrien had a confused look on his face.

"I mean, you always stand up to Chloe for other people, and you always help other people when they need it."

Marinette sighed, letting her hands come back to her sides. So he didn't know that she was Ladybug. It felt like the weight of the skies had been lifted from her shoulders.

She beamed. "Well, in that regard, you're far more awesome than I am. I mean, your face is plastered over all of the walls of Paris! Not that I care but," Marinette began digging her own grave.

Adrien smiled brightly at first, but it got darker as he said every word. "Thanks, but I don't do modeling for myself. I'm not that brave."

"You don't? Then... do you do it for your father?" Marinette asked.

"Yup." Adrien smiled as he looked down at his shoe.

He had that look too. That look of being used to constant disappointment.

It broke Marinette's heart that the two boys she was the around the most were also the ones who had the deepest wounds.

"Well," Marinette began. "Maybe you'll grow to like working in the fashion industry! And even if you don't," her voice softened. "You can always do something else."

Adrien looked at her. Those eyes, they looked familiar but where had he seen them?

He smiled. "Thanks, Marinette."

They walked in silence for a minute.

"So," Adrien asked, "What do you think about Chat Noir?"

Marinette's eyes widened. "Chat Noir? Why do you ask?" Was there something he knew?! Did he know that Chat Noir had came to her house yesterday? And possibly was coming today? If he did, then she was screwed. She didn't want to lose her chances with Adrien because he saw her with Chat Noir! And also, their identities were at stake. She didn't want to have to lie to Adrien, but she knew that it was going to be inevitable if he found out.

"I think he's a great superhero. A little bit too on the flirty side, but he's very reliable."

"So.. no change?" Adrien asked.

"Um.. I also think he's also very sensitive and has a good heart." Why was she answering this in the first place? "But, but of course!" Marinette's voice grew higher in pitch, "This is only from me looking at clips of him in Ladyblog and news sources. So I might be wrong." She chuckled nervously.

She could practically hear Tikki's groan right now. There hadn't been much interviews from Ladybug and Chat Noir recently. Anyone could have figured her bluff.

Adrien smiled with one of his brows higher than the other.

"B,but why do you ask?" Marinette asked nervously. She had to change the topic to something. What could she change it to? Maybe puppies would do the trick. I mean, who doesn't like puppies? Or maybe pigeons. Pigeons are great.

Adrien put his hands on Marinette's shoulders. "So, about that yarn!" Adrien started, his voice too loud.

"uh..uhh.. uhuh!" all Marinette could do was stay standing.

The doors of the store opened automatically as soon as they stepped on the welcome carpet.

"Let's go," Marinette said, taking the lead. The two had been walking side by side in the streets, but now Adrien trailed along behind her and took in every corner of the store with wonder.

"Wow, it's like a whole new world in here," he said.

Marinette giggled. "I remember when it was my first time being in here. It was magical and intimidating at the same time," she said with nostalgia. She had been eight.

"Hopefully, you take out the intimidating part today," Adrien winked. Marinette giggled.

"I'll see what I can do."

They finally reached where they had set out for. Marinette and Adrien both gasped for air, and Adrien smiled.

Marinette frowned. She still wanted to be around with Adrien more, even if it was a millisecond. She had asked him if she could get supplies for her other projects first, which he had agreed to. And so she led him down all the aisles but where she knew the yarns they were looking for were, saving it for the last. They were mostly successful, except for that rendez-vous Marinette and Adrien had as a result of getting lost in a room called "Employees only."

Adrien had said that he had Chinese at 5:30, and it was 5:00 right now. It wasn't too bad. Actually, far from it.

"Well," Adrien said, looking at the aisle as if it was their final destination. "I guess the store is no longer intimidating." Adrien laughed.

"Yeah," Marinette laughed along. Oh, it's going to end soon, she thought. Without even her noticing, her laughter had ceased. Her head turned down, her shoulders hunched. She fiddled with her fingers anxiously.

Adrien noticed. "What's wrong? Are you sick?" He asked, worried.

"Oh no! Thanks Adrien, it's okay," she said.

Adrien frowned. "You sure?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I? Nothing's wrong." Marinette said, the voice becoming lower and softer in pitch as she reached the word wrong. She tried to smile, but it didn't enter her eyes. Within seconds, her happy facade dropped and she was sighing.

Oh no. What do I do? What do I do? Adrien thought. Emilie had always taught him the value of being nice to everyone and not making anyone unhappy, but she had never told Adrien what to do when a friend was like that! He wanted to cheer her up, but what did he have to do? He had a great time with her. He didn't want to see her sad. But he didn't even know why Marinette was sighing. It also didn't seem like she was going to tell her.

Out of desperation, he picked up a red yarn and gave it to her.

Marinette looked at him with a curious expression on her face. "What-"

"Take it. I'll pay for it. It's the least I can do as a thanks." Adrien said. "And besides," he cupped one hand in front of his mouth, as if it was a secret. "I wanted to pick yours," he winked.

My, why was everything so hot? Her head, this store, and Adrien..

If Marinette was water, she was certainly boiling now. And it was about to overflow.

"Tha..Thanks!" She snatched the yarn and smiled awkwardly. "In return, let me pick yours," she said.

"Of course, princess." Had she just heard correctly? Maybe she needed to get some hearing aids. Age of fourteen, and she was already losing her auditory sense.

"Uh.." she scanned the ailes and quickly grabbed a green yarn. "Here!"

She held out the yarn and waited for Adrien to take it.

She smiled that same smile from when she had given him his lucky charm.

Adrien lifted his hand and slowly unraveled his fingers so that his hand would fit the yarn. However, he missed and touched Marinette's hand with his index finger instead.

"Oh, sorry," Adrien said apologetically.

She wanted it again. It was as if she had been transported back to the day Adrien had lent her his umbrella. Like.. lightning. As good as, or perhaps better than, heaven. She blushed furiously. "Oh, it's no problem." She held it closer to him, asking him to take it.

Adrien smiled. "Thanks." The green yarn was now in his hands.

He walked behind Marinette again until they saw the register. "Now," Adrien teased, "Is it going to take another hour to get to the register, princess?"

"That depends," Marinette smirked. Maybe her ears needed some serious help. "We can always go back to the Employees Only room and try again from there. Maybe we can get a new record."

Adrien liked this. It felt so familiar.

He paid for both of their yarns and her other supplies despite her protests.

It was around 6 PM when Marinette returned. She was exhausted, but in a good way. After her shopping with Adrien, she had gone to the Eiffel Tower to work. Jagged Stone had recorded a new single, and he had again asked Marinette for the design of the cover. And her trip to the store had given her lots of inspiration. She knew that with a few more, she was going to get something no one had ever seen before. It was either going to be the worst thing to be created in human history or the best.

She entered the house, took off her shoes, and headed straight for her bedroom. But as soon as she was about to go up the stairs, she saw a familiar black cat on the living room couch, sipping hot chocolate.

"Hey, princess."

I know it wasn't Marichat this chapter, but I think it's essential that they see each other in and out of the masks. So, this story will likely have a boatload of dynamics: Marichat, Adrinette, Ladrien, and Ladynoir. Probably in that order. Also, this is all buildup for the Reveal hehehe :D.

Did you like it? Hate it? Have suggestions for the story and/or constructive criticism for my writing?

I'll try to upload every day (time not decided), so that I can do all of the prompts :D. I upload on fanfiction.net first.

Thanks everyone!

#marichat may 2018 #marichat may #marichat #miraculous ladybug #marinette #adrien agreste

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

Awkward Ride

Summary: Shiroe and the others have a decent journey back home, most of it going to be on horse back. This means that Ashley has a rather interesting trip sharing her mount with her boyfriend.

W: self-insert, awkward fluff

WC: 2,057

(( Note: I’m not too good with summaries sometimes but have this really cute and awkward fluff fic that I wrote tonight, because I think it’s super cute. We’re such dorks I love it so much ))

“You guys ready to go?” Naotsugu asked.

His voice caused me to jump a bit, my hand underneath the mouth of the horse to feed it another treat before we left. She lowered her head to let me scratch behind her ears, rubbing along her mane with a soft smile. “Whenever you guys are,” I muttered, chuckling when she nipped at my coat.

“Oh, come on, Melody. You know better than to chew on my clothes!”

“I didn’t know that was what you named her, Ashley.”

I jumped yet again, not realizing that someone else was going to be talking to me. I was too lost in my conversation with my mount. But this was a different voice that had called to me, the smile that lingered behind it make my cheeks burn bright.

Shiroe had just heard me talking to my horse. In an almost baby voice. I imagined how it would have been if I would have been talking in my baby voice, and it only made me steam harder. Yet the man seemed unaware of my internal battle, which was good, to say the least.

“Uh… yeah! I thought it was a cute little idea. Melody, you know… because I’m a bard and… like… music…”

My voice trailed off as I laughed nervously, pawing at my arms that were crossed on my shoulders. With my foot slowly tracing circles in the grass, I tried to look into Shiroe’s eyes even though my face was burning hot. He smiled and chuckled at me, which I was unsure if it was him laughing at me or just doing so because he thought I was adorable.

That thought just made me want to burst.

“It’s nice,” He said, reassuringly.

“Th-thanks… uh… so I guess we’re riding together back?”

“Yeah, I mean- if you want to.”

“Of course I do!” I answered rather quickly.

It was both of our turns to get a little red in the face and look away. Shiroe and I were very good at being shy when it comes to these kinds of things. We already knew that we were riding back together considering that we were together and it just made sense. But the idea of it was definitely a little embarrassing.

Well, not really embarrassing. I was honestly excited by the way my heart jumped because it meant that we would be close. The thought of it all was almost too much for my heart to take. It was almost like the first time I rode on the back of the griffin with him, but that was different. I couldn’t enjoy it because I was too afraid of the fact that we were so damn high.

Now, it just felt more relaxing. Fun even.

“Well, we should probably get going,” Shiroe said, adjusting his glasses and trying hard to hide his own embarrassment.

The others nodded in agreement, settling on their own mounts and preparing their gear for the long ride. I swallowed, giving Melody one last tap on her neck before situating my gear onto her to make sure it didn’t fall off. She stepped a little bit in place, making my heart a little nervous. I felt Shiroe’s hand touch my own, and his hand settled on my waist almost without any problems. It was a surprise to me, causing me to gasp inwardly.

“I’ll help you up,” He said, noticing that I was too short to get up on my own.

The two of us quickly realized that he was touching my waist, his and my own face turning even redder at the realization. He quickly gripped my hips and lifted me onto her back, settling me onto her before he even tried to get on. I swallowed hard realizing this meant that I would be in front which was honestly what I expected to begin with. But now that it was happening, I was starting to get a little anxious.

He was going to be right behind me. My back against his chest. I could practically feel the movement of him breathing and the softness of his hand on my own to help me hold the reigns. As if I really needed it, but just for good measure. He’ll most likely take it from me if I’m getting too tired or to be polite, and I just imagined the breath against my neck.

All at once my face was practically boiling, heart fluttering enough to make my breathing shallow. Before too long I felt him climb on, unable to hear his voice through the ringing in my ears. I couldn’t see his face, but I could only imagine he was as nervous as I was. If not more at the realization of the situation he put himself into. At least it was a horse, nothing too high like the griffin. But it was still… it was still a situation.

I swallowed harshly, watching his arms settle on either side of me. He was so close I could feel him breathe, and he was almost hesitant to touch me or press against me. Not that I would have minded in the end. I wished I had the confidence in the moment to tell him it was okay, but I could barely even breathe in the moment. I needed to process the situation a bit longer before I could say anything that bold.

“This… is okay?”

It didn’t really sound like a question, but I could tell he was nervous.

I gave a small nod, smiling softly as I glanced up behind me. Instinctively, I leaned into his warmth as I did so, feeling his breath against my face. He was so close. And he smelled so nice. I lost myself in his eyes and warmth that I forgot about everything else. All I could focus on was this moment with him.

“Hey lovebirds! You ready or you just gonna stare at each other all day?”

The two of us jumped a bit, breaking the gaze and quickly looking away. Natosugu voice sent my heart into a frenzy and my jaw clenching. Does he have to ruin everything? His smug grin wasn’t helping anything, and I almost snapped at Akatsuki to knock it off his face. Clearing my throat, I shook my head and tightened my hands on the reigns.

“You good?” I asked Shiroe.

“Ye… yeah…”

I nodded, slowly letting out a deep breath that I had been holding.

This was going to be a long, long journey home. Not that I was complaining. Being close to Shiroe like this was very nice. I just wished that I wasn’t so nervous all the time around him. I liked him so much, and I wanted to enjoy these moments with him. But it was kind of hard to do when my heart was always racing and my tongue was tied every time he was near.

I found myself unable to say much of anything for the four hours that we had our horses, especially whenever Shiroe would hold my waist to steady me. Or if his hand would accidentally touch mine whether it be impulse or just with a shift of his hand. He seemed very careful not to shift his hand too much, most likely thinking hard in his head and focusing on it a bit too much.

I found it almost sweet that he did so. But also a little disappointed because I wanted him to test the limits. It seemed kind of ridiculous and made me seem indecisive that I was calling his actions sweet and then wishing he’d push me a bit. I didn’t want to voice those comments knowing that it would just confuse the poor man.

Biting my bottom lip, I noticed how he was getting a bit more comfortable and his body was pressing against me more. Granted, I was leaning into him a bit on purpose hoping that he would. It was most likely a bit inappropriate of me to be doing so, but I just couldn’t help it. It was the good kind of feeling you get when you’re doing something that you know that you shouldn’t. A rush that I wanted to experiment with.

This was the time that I mentioned I was getting tired, letting him take the reins from me. This allowed me to lean against him more, my head resting against his shoulder. We were both blushing a bit at this, but he knew that I was tired and welcomed it. I think I almost caught a smile on his lips before it disappeared into his usual focused expression with furrowed brows.

He was thinking again.

I always loved that face. The one he made when he was thinking. It was almost somber in a way, sometimes cold and distant depending on how severe his thoughts were. But right now it was just nice to look at. Especially with the setting sun hitting his face just right, skin glistening a bit and allowing me to trace the curves of his jawline.

Such a handsome man. And he was all mine.

“It’ll be dark soon,” Shiroe spoke up to the group, “We should probably find a place to camp for the night.”

“Gotcha boss.”

Naotsugu held a thumbs up, scouting the area ahead for just the place.

Shiroe glanced down at me, his serious face melting into a soft smile. I couldn’t help but blush and giggle, letting my composure slip for a moment. Even though he had technically caught me staring, I didn’t care in this moment. It was too perfect for me to focus on all that. He looked so damn good, and he was my boyfriend.

“That’s alright with you, right?”

“Of course. I’m getting a little tired anyway… and hungry.”

The two of us chuckled, the sound of my stomach making that response for me. I couldn’t help but blush brighter, glancing ahead at the others before my eyes found its way back to his own. The two of us were switching back and forth from talking to watching the road, our eyes lingering on each other’s on purpose. In this moment neither of us seemed to care. It had been several hours of us being close that we almost forgot to be shy.

Once Naotsugu found the perfect spot, it was about time for the horses to disappear for the day. I bit my lip and turned around, not wanting to jump down just yet. My hand pressed against his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt underneath my fingertips. Shiroe’s breath tickled my skin, fanning across my face and only making me more nervous.

He always makes me so god damn nervous.

Our eyes met one again, and it felt like something was pulling us closer. Sticking us together like magnets. I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to. I swallowed, parting my lips just slightly almost as if I wanted to further drive the point home. It felt like hour before his lips touched mine, softly shifting against them like silk. It was barely even a kiss at first, a nervous brush of mouths before full contact.

This is how most of my kisses with Shiroe start. It’s like the two of us wants to give the other a moment to pull back, even though we know we won’t want to. Or it’s a way for us to just anticipate the moment. Or maybe we’re just shy idiots. Either way, I felt peace the moment his lips touched mine.

My hand slipped through his hair, pushing up to press my lips harder against his. I didn’t care that we were still on the horse, and Melody didn’t seem to care either. She didn’t move nor shake. It was perfect, every second of it. Shiroe softly kissed me back, his eyes fluttering closed and I could just imagine the flush of his face in that moment.

Yet again our moment was interrupted by Naotsugu stupid voice. The shrill shout that could only mean he’d caught us kissing. I let out a groan, loud enough for everyone to hear. Shiroe’s eyes widened, and my cheeks turned a bright and fiery red.

Naotsugu laughed loudly, as if we had just told the funniest joke.

It was definitely going to be a long night.

#self insert #self ship #self insert writing #my writing #otp: shirey #fluff #fic #fanfic #awkward fluff

[annaaa-laurennn]

H.G | “I was hoping you’d do that”

Masterlist (x) Requests (x) A/N: This is my first Hayes imagine to ever write and post. I’d love some feedback & feel free to send me a request. 

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 Hayes Grier was such a special boy. I grew up with him, living in the same town, attending the same schools, traveling the same roads, hanging out with the same people. There wasn’t a time, past the age of five, that I couldn’t remember him being present in some way. Somewhere along the way I fell in love with him. 

Hayes had made a name for himself. Yet, despite all of the fame he had received, the two of us still remained friends. We weren’t as close as we once were, due to the fact that he had moved out to L.A. and all, but nevertheless we were still friends. I was overjoyed when I heard that Hayes was coming home for the summer. Little did I know that he would bringing someone else with him. 

“I’m so excited. I haven’t seen him in ages,” I gushed to my best friend as I applied my favorite lip gloss. 

“Are you finally going to tell him?”, she asked. Her being my closest friend, knew that I had a crush on Hayes. She knew that the just the thought of him caused me to blush. She knew that the sound of his name would bring a bright smile to my face.

“Tell him what?” I pretended to have no idea as to what she was talking about. Only because the thought of ever admitting to Hayes that I had these feelings caused me to become nervous. I doubted myself and even if I was crazy about him, would he even give me a chance? I was nothing more than the girl next door. 

“Girl, you know what I’m talking about,” Y/F/N said with a slight glare. “Are you going to tell Hayes that you’re practically obsessed with him?”

“Well when you put it that way it just makes me sound like a creepy stalker,” I laughed. In all seriousness though, I had wanted to tell Hayes how I felt. We were seventeen and even though we were still both so young, I knew I wouldn’t always have forever to tell him. I hoped to have the chance when I saw him tonight. 

“You might as well be,” Y/F/N joked, “you never stop talking about him.” 

“Whatever,” I said with an eye roll and changed the conversation a bit. I asked for her assistance in picking out the perfect outfit. 

Six o’clock rolled around and I decided that would be an adequate time to leave my house. Hayes’ family was throwing him a ‘Welcome Home’ party, if you would call it. Honestly it was probably more like a get together rather than party. Several of his old friends and acquaintances were invited to simply welcome him home. It had been so long since any of had saw him, therefore, everyone was ecstatic for his arrival. 

The event was planned to be a surprise for Hayes. Therefore, everyone arrived to his family’s home prior to him. I greeted his mother, Elizabeth, when I first arrived. Once upon a time, she had been like a second mother to me. “It’s so nice to see you!”

“Oh, Y/N, I’ve missed you so much. I’m so happy that you were able to come and I know that Hayes is going to be so excited to see you.” Elizabeth said. Just as any other time, the mention of his name brought a huge, genuine smile to my face. 

After conversing with Elizabeth for a moment, I searched the room for other familiar faces. I eventually found another friend of mine. I opted to go speak to her, in an attempt to pass the time. As each moment passed by, I grew more and more anxious for Hayes’ arrival. I caught myself daydreaming of the moment I’d have alone with him, how I would admit to him my true feelings and those feelings would be reciprocated by him. I dreamed of a happily ever after. 

I glanced down at my watch, it read 6:48; Hayes would be here any moment. He couldn’t get there soon enough. Eventually, the front door swung open. The room bursted with “surprise” and “welcome home” greetings. My eyes immediately landed on the beautiful, brown haired, blue eyed boy. Hayes was such a sight for sore eyes. He walked in with his older brother, Nash. I was so excited to see Hayes for the first time in forever that I didn’t even notice the other person, but when I did my heart dropped. Draped around Hayes’ left arm was a beautiful blonde. She was supermodel gorgeous. She absolutely looked liked she stepped right out of California. “Who’s she?” I whispered underneath my breath. 

Hayes and Nash looked genuinely happy to be surrounded by their family and friends. They each made their rounds, being sure to speak to everyone who attended. I just patiently awaited for Hayes to spot me in the room. 

A few minutes in, I noticed that Hayes was across the room speaking to a boy that he once played football with. As he was nearing the end of the conversation, he spotted me out of the corner of his eye. A smile spread across his face as he looked over my way. He quickly threw his index finger up in the air, indicating that he would be just a moment. I sent a smile back to him. 

“Y/N!” Hayes exclaimed once he got in arms length, he threw his arms around my small body and pull me into a hug. “It’s been so long. I can’t believe you’re here,” he said as he pulled away. 

I smiled and lightly chuckled, “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

“There’s someone I want you to meet real quick,” Hayes said. Oh gosh! Is he about to introduce to me to the girl he brought? I would’ve totally ran and hid in that moment if I had the opportunity. Hayes waved his hand in the air, motioning for the girl to come his way. “Y/N, I want you to meet my girlfriend Robbin.” There it was, the word girlfriend.

I could have sworn I felt my heart drop to my stomach. She was beautiful, no wonder Hayes had choose her. I knew nothing about her, but a part of me wanted to despise her. Yet, I managed to fake a smile and play nice. “It’s so nice to meet you Robbin.”

She smiled and shook my hand, “Hayes had told me so much about you. He has shared so many stories of the two of you growing up together. It’s so funny actually getting to meet you.” 

I couldn’t help but to laugh a bit. There was honestly no telling in what stories Hayes had chose to share with her. There were so many funny, entertaining ones. 

“I will text you after tonight and we will hang out sometime to just catch up. We used to always have such a great time together.” At least Hayes still wanted to hangout with me. He was right though, we did used to have a great time together. More like the best time. 

“Sounds great,” I said. I didn’t want to be rude and leave the party way too early. But to be quite honest, I hated seeing Hayes with his new girlfriend. What made it so awful was that Robbin seemed like a nice girl, so I didn’t even have a  legitimate excuse to dislike her. However, I managed to tough it through the evening. I didn’t leave until the party had settled down and several of the other guests had already left. 

“Bye, Hayes! It was nice to see you,” I said before leaving the family home. 

As soon as I got into my car and started the ignition, I dialed Y/F/N number. A few rings in, she answered the phone. “Hello?”

“I’m coming over to your house to spend the night. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I said. Luckily, we were close enough friends that we were allowed to do things like such. I was in desperate need of some girl time. I was on the brink of tears and I simply wanted to spill it all to my best friend. 

Approximately fifteen minutes later, I was knocking on Y/F/N’s front door. She opened the door and could immediately tell that there was something wrong. “Omg, Y/N, are you okay? What happened?” 

“He has a girlfriend!” I exclaimed, with a bit of sadness, anger, and irritation all mixed into the tone of my voice. 

“You’re joking!” Y/F/N said, taking a seat on her couch. I sat beside her. 

“No, and she’s so stunning. She looks like she just stepped off the cover of Vogue Magazine. I didn’t have much of a chance with him before, much less now. I can’t even compete with her.” I was instantly becoming more and more insecure.

“Did he talk to you?” Y/F/N asked. 

“Yeah, and get this...he wants to hang out so we can ‘catch up’”, I said adding finger quotations around that last part. 

“Well that’s probably a good thing, right?” Y/F/N asked, a little unsure. 

“I mean yeah - I guess. But he has a girlfriend. He’s obviously off limits now.” I said with a hint of disappointment. 

“Maybe she’s just temporary,” Y/F/N suggested. 

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

The next morning I received a text message from Hayes. It read: “Lets meet downtown for pizza. How’s 2:00?” I smiled at his message and immediately replied, confirming our plans. I hoped that he wouldn’t bring his new found girlfriend along with him. I was hoping for it to just be the two of us. 

“Help me pick a super cute outfit,” I said to my friend, “Hayes and I are going out for pizza.” 

“You should wear that black top that you got last week. It looks amazing on you,” Y/F/N suggested. 

“Do you think I should just be open and tell him how I feel?” I had spent most of the night thinking about him. I could just imagine him being relieved and telling me that he felt the same. However, I also feared that he would be surprised and feel the complete opposite. 

“I don’t know, Y/N. I mean just try to read him. If the time seems right then go for it, if not then don’t.” 

I spent the next few hours taking my sweet time to get ready. I couldn’t quit thinking about him. Walking into that pizza restaurant, I had absolutely no idea how the afternoon was going to play out. I didn’t know whether or not I was going to spill my feelings. I just prayed that walking out of there that I would still have a friend in Hayes. 

I arrived at 2:00, right on the dot. I quickly scanned the small room for the familiar brown haired boy. I finally spotted him at booth in the corner. He was alone; what a relief. I smiled and waved as I walked over to the table. “Hey!”

“What’s up?” Hayes questioned as I took my seat across the table from him. 

“Not much, but let me just tell you. I’ve been looking forward to this pizza all afternoon,” I joked. We ended up ordering our favorite topping pizza. It was seriously the best in town. I loved having a conversation with Hayes. I questioned him about L.A and his work. He asked how things back at home were going. I proceeded to explain my excitement for senior year.

“You know when you graduate that means you can come out to L.A to visit me more,” said Hayes. If I didn't know any better, I would say that Hayes had a flirtatious vibe going on. But nevertheless, I loved the idea of visiting him out in L.A. I even loved it more because the idea came from Hayes himself. 

“Absolutely. I would love that.” 

We sat at the table long after we finished eating. About two hours to be more specific. We just had so much to talk about. The entire time I had to bite my tongue. I just wanted to scream out, “omg Hayes I am so in love with you.” Yet, I held it in every time. 

After he paid for our food, he stood up from his seat and offered his hand out for me take. Such a gentleman. I graciously took his hand and lifted myself up from own seat. We walked outside and I just couldn’t hold in anymore. He was everything that I wanted. 

“I can’t wait for us to do this again,” Hayes smiled. 

Without even thinking about what may happen next, I just kissed him. People were looking and it was likely the most inappropriate thing, but for once I didn’t care. It take long for him to start kissing me back. I pulled away and just looking into his beautiful eyes. “I’m so sorry. I know you have a girlfriend but I just -.” I began to apologize but before I could even complete my thought, he cut me off. 

“I was hoping you’d do that,” he admitted with a sweet smile following. 

#Hayes Grier #Imagine #Hayes Grier Imagine #Nash Grier #Nash Grier Imagine #Magcon boys #Magcon boys imagine #Jack and Jack #Jack and Jack imagine #Jack Johnson #Jack Johnson Imagine #Jack J #Jack J imagine #Jack Gilinsky #Jack Gilinsky Imagine #Jack G imagine #Cameron Dallas #Cameron Dallas Imagine

[alexandra-march]

All I Know Is A Simple Name || Ben & Alex

@ben-booker

Alex: Standing in front of the mirror Alex played with golden brown waves in her hair, putting them in place as if they would actually stay. Her hands followed down, smoothing out her shirt, making sure she looked just right. She didn't know why she cared so much about how she looked tonight. "It's just dinner," she shook her head at herself. Ben was just a nice next door neighbor. Her really attractive next door neighbor. He had a sweet, charming personality, that even Alex couldn't help but warm up to. She decided to get ready early and take up his offer on letting her watch him cook. Giving one last look in the mirror, she let out a sigh. "It's a good as it's going to get." Moving through her apartment, she grabbed her keys, and headed out the front door, locking it behind her. Taking a few steps over, she laid a few knocks on Ben's door.

Ben: A bead of sweat trickled down his face as he swiftly stirred the sauce in the pot in front of him, occasionally glancing at the clock on his kitchen wall. He had told Alex to come whenever she wanted to, and he was beginning to regret that decision. He didn't want to be woefully unprepared when she arrived. He really shouldn't be nervous; he cooked every day, and besides, Alex was just his neighbor. His really, really cute neighbor. She was witty and intelligent, and he genuinely enjoyed talking to her. Is it a crime to be friendly? Noticing that it was almost 6:30, he started to plate the chicken marsala, his hands steady as he poured the sauce over the fettuccine. He hadn't been on a date with a girl in so long, not that this was a date. And then he heard the knocking on the door, causing him to jump ever so slightly. He grabbed a towel to quickly wipe his face before rushing to the door, taking a deep breath, and calmly opening it. "Hello, neighbor." He smiled. "Come on in."

Alex: Her eyes fell upon his bright blue ones as he greeted her. She couldn't help, but return the smile that shone on his face, and a very small amount of nerves settled into her stomach. She didn't know why she felt nervous. Alex never felt nervous about anything, but she couldn't shake the feeling as she stood in front of him. "Neighbor." she gave a nod, stepping into his place. She was met with the wonderful aroma of whatever he was preparing, and it reminded her of how hungry she actually was. "Smells great," she turned to him. "Did I miss the show?" She referred to watching him cook, and a playful smile reached her lips.

Ben: "Actually, you made it just in time for the show." He reached up to unbutton the very first button of his plaid flannel shirt, revealing just the slightest bit of skin, while putting on the most seductive face he could muster until he burst out into laughter. "Nah, I'm just messing with you," he joked playfully, re-buttoning his shirt. "Come on in." He quickly shut the door behind her before heading back into the kitchen to make some final dinner preparations. "Make yourself at home!" he called out as he grabbed the two plates of pasta and brought it out to his dining table, which he had already set a bit earlier. He started pouring some wine into their glasses, looking back at her and inviting her to take a seat. "How you holding up? Long day of classes?" 

Alex: Alex's eyes fell upon his chest, her eyes following the movement of his fingers, as he undid one of the buttons. "Damn," her eyes met his again. "And I was finally getting excited about tonight." She gave him a wink, a smile shining in her eyes. She couldn't lie to herself, she wouldn't mind seeing a little more of that chest. He moved into the kitchen, and the thoughts got pushed back. She took a look around the apartment, impressed by how well kept it was. While her place had clothes and books laying around everywhere, his was neat and orderly, but it still looked lived in and homey. Moving over to the table, she sat down the chair, and looked at the prepared plate in front of her. She was impressed, and it put her processed food that she had offered him to shame. "It's not too bad," she gave a shrug, reaching for the glass of wine he just poured, and took a quick sip. "Mondays are actually one of my easier days. What about you?"

Ben: He took a seat right across from her, also taking the glass he just poured and taking a quick sip of the red wine, allowing the taste to linger on his tongue for just a bit before setting his drink down. "Well, lucky you then. Mondays are absolutely killer for me. Remind me again why I volunteered to teach a section from 8 to 9 am?" He chuckled before adding, "95% of the students don't want to be there, but it was the only class that fit their schedule." He shook his head as he took his fork and knife to cut into the chicken. It was instances like these that made him grateful to have always willingly volunteered to help his mother when preparing dinner. But now wasn't the time to think about his mother and the fact that they didn't talk anymore, although he was certain that his family would approve of him having dinner with a pretty girl. Pushing all negative thoughts out of his head, he took a bite of his food before looking up to smile at Alex. "So tell me something random about yourself, something I wouldn't know from just looking at you. For example... maybe you can juggle up to 7 different things? Or your favorite pastime is riding a unicycle?" He paused. "Or maybe you're a closeted Republican?" He laughed. 

Alex: She waited for him to start eating, before reaching for her fork and digging in. Taking her first bite, the flavors reached her tongue and she held back a moan. She hadn't had a home cooked meal in ages, especially one this good. "You volunteered?" she chuckled as she spoke. "Smart move, Booker." She teased him. Laughter left her lips with ease, as she listened to him. "Politics on the first date? Isn't that one of the topics you are supposed to avoid?" She smiled until she realized what she just said. She had just referred to this, as a date. She broke eye contact with him, and let her eyes fall down to her plate for a quick moment, trying to wrack her brain for an answer to his question, to get rid of the awkward feeling that now lay in the pit of her stomach. "I am really good with a yo-yo." She looked up at him, saying the first thing that popped into her head. "Like, I was even in competitions and stuff when I was younger," she gave an embarrassed smile.

Ben: He shrugged. "Eh, 8 am classes aren't that bad. I'm a morning person, anyway. Besides, it leaves me free in the afternoons, and I can just find a nice little spot in the corner of a café and read." He took yet another bite of the pasta, her next comment making him chuckle. He wasn't quite sure if she really meant to let it slip that this is a date, or if she even meant her words, but he didn't want to make things awkward. Laughing, he playfully returned, "Fine by me. We can hold off on discussing politics until our second date." He winked, unsure of whether or not there was some truth to his last statement. When she confessed that she was some sort of yo-yo magician, his eyes widened in surprise. He grabbed a napkin, wiped his face, and got up. "Give me a sec." He ran to his room, and in less than a minute, he returned, a small red yo-yo in hand. He held it out to her. "Demonstrate." 

Alex: "I don't mind the mornings," she spoke up, but finished chewing before continuing on. "It's dealing with other people in the morning that I don't like," she released a quiet laugh. "I wish I had my afternoons off though to escape to café and read. I used to do that all the time, but now with graduate school, and having to go to different sites, I never get to. I read at home, but I just love the atmosphere of a café." At his next words she faltered a little, and though he seemed to be joking, she wasn't sure. Alex didn't really date, and if she did it was usually one date then done, but she thought if she was to go out on a second date, she wouldn't mind it being with Ben. She didn't say anything about it, and watched as he excused himself from the table. Her eyes followed him as he disappeared into his room, and she sat there confused, until he came out with the yo-yo. She laughed, covering her face with her hands for a moment. "Ben, no. I'm gonna look so lame."

Ben: "Dealing with people in general can be a challenge," he agreed. "Sometimes I just want to stay in bed and hibernate in my man cave." He laughed, nodding his head understandingly as Alex expressed slight disappointment in being unable to spend more time just sitting in a café and reading. "Well, the next time you get a little break in between classes and site visits, you're more than welcome to join me on my mid-day café sessions." He added, "You can buy me a latte." He grinned, his sapphire eyes shining in amusement, as his cute neighbor refused to show off her amazing yo-yo skills. He made a pouty face, which was usually pretty effective on most people. "Aww, come on. You won't look lame! It'd be so cool!" He always found it oddly comforting when people shared parts of themselves with him, parts that clearly not too many people have seen. "I just want to seeee." In an effort to convince her, he bribed, "Then I'll show you my talents." 

Alex: Alex let out a laugh, after he added the comment about her buying him a latte. "Oh, is that like payment for getting to spend time with you or something?" She looked up at him, cheeks a bit reddened, but that look on his face was making it harder for her to resist. "It's not cool. There is a reason, I don't have my medals on display for people to see," she laughed again. When he sweetened the deal, by saying he would show her his talents, she glared at him, debating, but soon she gave in. Reluctantly she got up from her seat and took the yo-yo out of his hand. "But this," she referred to the yo-yo "Does not leave this apartment." She gave his chest a slight push, for extra warning. Moving into the living room area to give herself more room, she adjusted the string on her finger, and began playing around with it, getting used to the feel. "Now I haven't done this in a little while so I might be a little rusty." She started simple with the basic tricks like Walking the Dog, and Rock the Baby, then moved to more difficult ones that involved trapezes and underpasses. When she had shown him a decent amount, she pulled the yo-yo up and took a bow. "Your turn." Her brow raised, as she moved back over to him.

Ben: He shook his head. "Nope. If you buy me a latte, it means I have to get you a drink next time, ensuring that there is a next time." He gave her another playful wink, unsure why he was being so flirty with Alex. He watched in amazement as his neighbor skillfully toyed with the string of the yo-yo, forcing the little piece of wood to flip and twist. She made it look so effortless, and afterwards, when she bowed after her performance, he started clapping his hands. "Dang, what a champ. Bravo, Miss March." He smiled. "You never fail to surprise me." And upon realizing that it was his turn to show off his own talents, he nodded his head. "I did promise. Hold on a sec." With that, he ran back into his room, and within seconds, he was back, an acoustic guitar in hand. There was an excited grin on his face as he motioned with his head for Alex to join him on the couch, their dinner momentarily forgotten. "I used to play in church when I was younger, but it's been a while so bear with me." Chuckling, he started to strum the opening line to a familiar song. "I... know a girl... she puts the color inside of my world... But she's... just like a maze... where all of the walls all continually change..." 

Alex: A big smile took place on her mouth, as he gave the reasoning. "You," she pointed at him. "You are really good, Booker." His lines were smooth, but there was also a sincerity to them that made her believe him. She laughed as he applauded her. While she felt foolish at first, he made her feel comfortable, by the end all embarrassment was gone. "Well, seeing we don't really know each other, I don't think it's that hard," she gave another playful smile. She waited in anticipation as he disappeared again, and when he showed up with the guitar she found her curiosity peaking. She said nothing, but followed him over to the couch. She smiled as he mentioned church. She never took him as the religious type, and guessed that he was the one now surprising her. Alex didn't know what to expect, but as he began to sing she found herself completely captivated by him. His voice was deep and soothing, and the way he sang the song was like it was his own.

Ben: It wasn't like Ben hadn't played the guitar since forever – in fact, he'd just been jamming out on it yesterday – but it had been a while since he'd performed in front of anybody. To be completely honest, he was mighty nervous, but as soon as he got through the opening verse and hit the song's chorus, he knew he was going to be alright. "Fathers, be good to your daughters... Daughters will love like you do... Girls become lovers who turn into mothers... So mothers be good to your daughters too..." He continued with the song, casting occasional glances at Alex who seemed entranced, absolutely mesmerized by his guitar playing and singing. Just as quickly as he had started singing, he soon stopped, letting the last line of the song just roll off his tongue. "I hope that wasn't too bad." He chuckled. 

Alex: She knew the song well, but when it came to an end it felt abrupt to her. She could have listened to him for much longer, and it took him speaking up for her to get knocked out of the trance like state she was in. "Not at all," she shook her head, trying to act more casual now. "Maybe not quite as cool as my yo-yoing, but you know," she leaned her shoulder into him, laughing lightly. "But for real, you've got some pipes on you, Booker," her tone more serious now. "You cook, you sing, and you're not horrible to look at," she teased him with a smile. "How have you just not been snatched up yet?"

Ben:  He felt a wave of relief wash over him, happy that he was finally able to share with someone a large part of himself that he hadn't really been able to display. Laughing, he shook his head. "Of course not. You're going to go far with those yo-yo skills of yours." He grinned, allowing himself to nudge her right back and enjoy the playful lightheartedness in the air between the two of them. Ben swore his smile grew wider when Alex seriously admitted that he had talent. "I'm glad I could impress, Miss March." When he asked her why he was still single, he opted not to give her the real answer, that he would be married right now if everything had gone according to plan. "Maybe I don't want to be snatched up." He chuckled. "Or maybe the right person just hasn't come along to sweep me off my feet."

Alex: “Don’t knock it, Booker. I could have gone to the pros if I hadn’t cracked my knuckles one too many times.” She spoke as if some tragic tale was being told. Things seemed to be so easy between them. The gentle banter, the laughing. She wasn’t used to it, and so as easy as it seemed that fact almost made her feel completely off at the same time. Alex didn’t do this. She didn’t find herself smiling because another man was. She didn’t find herself being completely overtaken by a feeling, but with Ben… She did. “Oh you’re the independent type are you?” She looked at him quizzically, but a smirk broke through. “So you believe in the right person?” 

#para #ben #another one of our unfinished works haha