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vhsrights · 3 years

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A Fast Pass To Love

Pairing: Jemily

Summary: Emily had never been to a theme park, much less Disney Land before. JJ decides to the change that with a week long extravaganza, but some fun things happen on day 1...

WC: 4.7k words

For Mom, Mama, and the rest of the kids of the wack house. (i love all yall) @dykejareau @prentitss @dragisthegame @bridget19 @jay-writes-jemily @ssa-urnansironingboard

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“Emily, the first rule of theme parks is to wear comfortable shoes and no short shorts. You’re going to get a sunburn.” JJ sat on the bed, watching her towel-laden girlfriend look through her suitcase.

“But these ones make me look cute. Fine, I guess I’ll just have to wear these ripped jeans and my green flannel with the graphic tee. Are you all ready?” Emily finished rifling through her things and slipped into the bathroom.

“Yeah, I’m all dressed. I just need to put on my mascara, hat, and shoes. We still have like 20 minutes before we leave, so just go according to that.” JJ tugged at her watch and moved to the edge of the bed, leaning towards the wall mirror to apply her mascara.

Emily spends little time in the bathroom, zipping through her routine and deftly putting on her clothes. She washed her face and put on moisturizer before throwing open the door and reentering the quaint bedroom. Their room had a view of the buzzing city below but was drab with bland walls and sparse artwork. A king bed decorated the middle of the room positioned directly opposite the magnanimous flat screen. The room may have been drab, but its accessories all but made up for it.

“Your mascara face is cute,” Emily announced, watching her girlfriend carefully apply the product, her lips just barely parted.

“Oh, really?” JJ finished her left side and paused, turning to look back at the brunette. She grinned at the devilish smile on her girlfriend’s face and faced the mirror once more.

“Yeah, I think you should do it more often.” JJ looked at Emily through the mirror and playfully rolled her eyes. She then felt the bed sink under Emily’s weight as the brunette climbed on from the other side.

Emily inched forward, careful to not disrupt JJ’s mascara. She knew from experience that it was not a good choice. Coming up behind the blonde, Emily snaked her hands around JJ’s waist. She set her head gingerly on JJ’s shoulder, beaming at their reflection. This trip was a first for her and she couldn’t think of anyone better to do it with. After another minute, JJ brought the tube down, carefully sealing it and setting it off to the side. She leaned back against Emily and placed her own hands on top of hers. “Babe, come on. I’m done. Are you all set with the backpacks and stuff?” She spoke quietly, relaxing into Emily’s embrace. No matter the time, she always found sanctuary in the brunette’s arms.

“But how about, we just sit here? I don’t want to move.” Emily fake pouted.

“Sure, if you want to miss the water rides and all of the food shops,” JJ answered calmly, knowing that Emily simply needed a little incentive to get moving.

“Oh, never mind. Let’s go. I think everything is packed. Here, I have the list so we can go over it.” Emily fished around in her pocket for a quick second before pulling out a neatly folded piece of lined paper.

JJ chuckled and moved to grab the dark backpack from the edge of the bed. Grabbing its zippers, she opened it quickly and waited expectantly for Emily. The brunette muttered the first part of the list as she quietly checked with herself for the things that she was responsible for.

“Okay, I have all of the snacks and the water. Do you have the medkit, the socks, the fresh shirt and pants for us both, and sunscreen?” She repeated each item slowly, double-checking with the blonde. The method was tried and true, and once they’d gotten through it all, they were out the door.

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“Never? You’ve got to be kidding. There’s no way. It’s not possible.” JJ sat on the carpet on top of her folded legs. She had an incredulous look, not understanding how what Emily was saying could be true.

“Nope. I’m serious, never. Mother just was never the kind for theme parks. Plus, she always had a stick up her ass so because she didn’t want to go, I couldn’t either. She would just find extra lessons to stick me in.” Emily sipped her dry, red wine.

“It was odd never knowing what got kids so excited at theme parks. I mean, what’s so cool about waiting in line for hours on end just to be thrown around in a metal car?”

“Oh. My. God. I cannot believe you! That’s it. You, Emily Prentiss, are coming with me on a trip to Disney World. We are doing a full week-long trip so that you can see the magic that so many kids that go there, love. I used to go there on school trips and once with my grandparents. It’ll be perfect.” JJ turned back to her wine, missing the love that was so apparent in Emily’s expression.

“Perfect, just like you?” Emily couldn’t stop herself from the sappy comment. She was tipsy and over the moon in love with JJ.

“Yes, you sap. You really are a hopeless romantic. Pen was right.”

“Of course she was. Pen is the “All-Knowing Goddess” and she never fails to live up to it.”

“You know that I like you very much, right?”

“Always, I’m irresistible.”

“Oh my god, no, you’re insufferable.”

“You love that about me.”

“Got me there.”

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The bus ride was turbulent but neither minded. Emily was jittery with excitement and JJ was calmly seated. The brunette had the map to the area that they were visiting in her hands. To her, it looked like someone had drawn spaghetti and put random locations for things on it. But, despite her struggle, Emily refused to ask for help. It was a pride thing. That, and she had told JJ she could do it. She couldn’t go back on her word now. Watching Emily’s internal struggle was amusing for JJ, knowing that the woman would never be able to figure out the map.

“Ah, Magic Kingdom. This is our stop, Jen,” Emily stated boldly with hopes that JJ couldn’t tell that she had no idea where to go next.

“Alrighty, Map Master, where to next?” JJ raised her eyebrows at Emily as they stepped off the shuttle. This is going to be interesting.

“Uh, we can take a left here and go to the Hulk part. Wait, no, that would be a right. Hold on, I know what I’m doing.” Emily’s eyebrows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the winding paths on the page in front of her.

“Sure you do. Take all the time you need.” JJ stood by her, arms folded in amusement.

“Okay, follow me.” Emily faked her confidence, starting off in the left direction. She silently prayed that wherever they ended up was somewhat decent.

After nearly an hour, neither the Hulk ride nor the other options that she had suggested were visible. They had wandered up to the Adventureland area, currently standing in front of what looked like the show’s bar. They had managed to stop by a couple of the drinks stands and buy things there, but the rides that Emily had wanted were nowhere to be found.

“Do you want my help?” JJ finally chipped in, ready to let Emily stop stressing over the godforsaken map.

“No!” Emily answered immediately, but instantly remembered that she was getting them nowhere. She followed up with another answer, this time more quiet. “Yeah. But only because this stupid map is super confusing and whoever designed it needs to take a map drawing class.”

JJ chuckled and took the reins. From there, they walked for a few short minutes before arriving at the ride that Emily had been searching for. She had just missed the pathway and taken a wrong turn. The blonde beamed over at her girlfriend, who playfully rolled her eyes.

Weaving through the crowds of people seemed much easier with JJ in the lead. They made their way through several rides, including Splash Mountain. The subsequent gift stores that they visited were very attractive as well. Emily and JJ were not immune to their charms, buying a Stitch plushie that both felt was perfect. Its soft, fuzzy texture and inviting look made it exactly what they wanted. Emily even had the thought that they could pass it down to their kids. It would be a memento for the day, one that she knew she would never forget.

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JJ and Emily came up to a small area in front of the castle. Emily’s stomach had growled about three times in the past 30 minutes and they still hadn’t gotten any food. She hadn’t eaten more snacks because JJ had asked her to wait for the Dole Whip that she wanted to try. JJ, on the other hand, was tired. She hadn’t done the whole theme park shebang in years, forgetting the physical toll it took.

She let out a deep sigh, pausing to lean against the partition. A few steps in front of them, two Disney princesses were having a lively conversation. Cinderella, who was a bit taller than Belle, was blushing at whatever the other princess had just told her. Their giggles barely reached Emily and JJ’s ears. Emily smiled at the lighthearted demeanor of the women. They weren’t currently in character, but their costumes and attitude alone were enough to make the Disney World experience magical for children.

Cinderella looked over Belle’s shoulder and caught Emily’s eye. The woman beamed and waved. The gleeful energy radiated off of her. Belle turned around upon seeing what Cinderella was doing. She also waved at the couple, getting a nonchalant wave from JJ and Emily.

JJ pulled out her phone, looking up if the restaurant she had wanted to go to for dinner was still open. The sun’s rays beat down on the couple but JJ and Emily had learned to weather it after years of travel. As she was scrolling to find the link to their website, Emily and JJ heard a squeal in their vicinity. Both of their heads jerked upwards, searching for the source of the outburst.

Their eyes landed on a child that looked roughly 7 years old, dressed in a Belle costume that was similar to the princess that was standing next to them. Poofy fabric and dazzling sequins made the little kid’s gown look extravagant. The petticoat twinkled and flew back against the air as the young princess made their way up to the adult Belle. JJ and Emily didn’t realize what had happened until the princess tugged on the older Belle’s dress, head tilted back to showcase eyes full of wonder.

“You look just like me! I’m princess Belle.” Their voice was high-pitched, sounding almost like an animation in real life. “Mama, look! It’s princess Belle! We look the same!”

The child turned back to talk to a group of people. Emily and JJ’s eyes followed the young princess’ and saw a small group of people. Two women stood close together, the taller one’s arm placed on the other shoulder. On their right, a child had one of the women’s hands in her grasp. She looked between both Belle’s, excitement apparent in her expression, their mouth forming a little “O”. They were dressed as Rapunzel, the light and shimmery purple of the dress popping against their darker, red hair. Accent spots of gold were scattered around the costume, shining amidst the entire ensemble.

The women were not in costume, but their outfits were nonetheless stylish. The taller woman had on a light beige shirt, its sweater-like fabric tucked into light-wash blue jeans that were ripped at the knees. The ensemble was completed with a dark leather jacket that was sleek, not having many embellishments. Beside her, the woman that was holding Rapunzel’s hand was in a sundress. Its material was light and flowy. Patterned lavender flower bouquets were spread across the dress. It had a deep neckline, offset by the floppy sun hat on her head.

Seeing those women and children made JJ’s heart soar. They were exactly what she had pictured in her head of Emily and herself, far off in the future. Getting a glimpse of what that life held for them was overwhelming. In one sweeping motion, the blonde turned Emily’s head to the side and kissed her. Her other hand laid on the brunette’s waist, pulling her closer so that she might never have to let go. When they eventually pulled apart, Emily looked at her with amazement. She didn’t know what had given JJ the sudden need to kiss her, but she wasn’t mad about it.

“Any reason for that kiss, milady?” Emily added the joking lilt to her voice, hoping to understand what had overcome her girlfriend.

“Just, that you’re perfect. Also, those kids, they remind me of what I want our life to be like. Not now, but later in the future. It’s just everything I imagined, and I can’t wait for us to be there.” JJ’s eyes were wide and doe-like, melting Emily’s heart on the spot. She brought her hand up to rest on JJ’s cheek, her thumb brushing against it lightly.

“OH MY GOD. YOU CAN LIKE PRINCESSES TOO?” The women all but jolted up when the shrill voice broke through their bubble.

They turned to the origin of the sound, eyes once again falling on the miniature Belle. Their finger was pointed at the couple. A dazzling smile sat on their face, the jubilation barely containable. Emily recovered from the shock and realized what was going on first. She knelt down, making eye contact with the child.

“Of course you can. You like princesses, princes, kings, queens; whatever you want. Look, you see her?” Emily pointed back at JJ, waiting for the little princess to nod. “I really like her, and she happens to be my queen.” She watched the child’s eyebrows raise, laughing softly at their mirth.

“Wait, can I tell you a secret?” She leaned in as did the kid, their ear tilted towards Emily.

“Well, actually the thing is, I love her and I’m gonna tell her tonight. What do you think? Is it a good idea?” Emily smiled while the thought of telling JJ she loved her filled her with warmth.

The young princess stood back up, switching glances between JJ and Emily. They noticed the way that JJ looked at Emily. Even if the brunette couldn’t see her girlfriend, JJ looked at her like she held the world in her hands. Luca, the child, started jumping up and down.

“Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it!” Enthused, Luca turned to the grownup Belle. They switched glances from Cinderella to Belle, deciding whether or not to ask the question on their mind. “Is she your princess too?”

Luca pointed to Cinderella, asking Belle. The woman in the leather jacket took a couple of steps forward, reducing the distance between herself and Luca. She placed her hand on the kid’s shoulder and looked over at the women gratefully. Emily giggled and so did JJ. Belle, shifting her eyes from Cinderella to Luca and her mother, snapped back into character to answer the question.

“Why yes, she is. We have our own castles too, so whenever we can go to see the Fairy Godmother and the Beast whenever we want! You have to admit, she’s pretty cute too.” The princess snuck a glance back at their girlfriend, excitedly spinning the tail of their “fairytale romance”.

Luca gasped, their expressions amusing everyone around them once more. However, this time they turned all the way around to face the other woman and little kid. Stopping to think for a second, Luca rested their head in their hand. Coming to the conclusion that they wanted, Luca beamed and pointed at the little Rapunzel. Everyone’s eyes followed their finger.

“B! B! B! You’re Rapunzel and I’m Belle! You’re a princess and I love you!” The child that had hung back’s face lit up with the statement.

“Oh my god! We are! I love you too!” The young princess was practically shouting across the short distance between them and Luca.

The words sounded funky because of the slight Irish twang that pervaded her accent but melted everyone’s hearts regardless. Wasting no more time, B broke out into a sprint towards Luca who did the same. They collided mere seconds later, wrapped in the tight hug. Around them, “Mama” returned back to the other woman. Both children stood wrapped in each other’s arms, delighted at the realization that they had come to. It was the innocence and naivety that made that moment so much more beautiful.

After nearly a minute, B and Luca let go and looked back at the two women that they had come with. Emily and JJ noticed their stance, for example, how the woman in the sundress so slightly leaned into the other’s hold. They watched the way that “Mama” looked at her, noticing the softness that couldn’t be categorized as anything but love in her eyes. They caught on to the way that the couple’s hands linked, their fingers entwined behind their backs, almost as if to hide it.

During those moments, JJ and Emily didn’t notice the two children walking up to them. The couple only broke their gaze when Emily felt a light tug on her flannel. Looking down, she saw B and Luca standing with their hands joined together. Wondering what else the children had to say, she playfully raised her eyebrows to nonverbally ask them to talk.

“My name is Luca, and this is B, my princess. They’re really pretty and I love them a lot. I think you’re really cool and that you should hang out with us sometime. Bring her too.” Luca spoke and pointed at JJ as they finished their sentence.

The two adults joined the children, smiling.

“I guess since Luca and B have already made their introductions, we should as well. I’m Lauren and this is my friend Hannah. Luca is my kid and B is theirs.” The woman in the leather jacket looked down at Luca and B, and then over to Hannah.

“I’m Emily and this is my girlfriend, JJ. It was nice to meet you. You as well, B and Luca. Maybe, we can hang out the next time we meet. Enjoy your trip princesses.”

With that the 6 people parted, leaving Belle and Cinderella back at their post. Emily and JJ made their way to get Dole Whip. They made a few pit stops along the way, picking up souvenirs that were just tacky enough. It started when Emily caught JJ trying on a pair of rainbow Mickey Mouse Ears. She admired her girlfriend from afar, watching her admire the way the headband sat on top of her blonde hair. Emily walked up behind JJ and wrapped her arms around her waist.

“I am so buying you that. You look so cute.”

“Only if you get one too. We have to be matching or Pen won’t let you hear the end of it.”

“I guess you’re right. I would look good in that. You think she’d let it slide if we got her something too?”

“She might, but I wouldn’t,” JJ smirked at their reflections.

“Okay, okay. How about I get us some shot glasses and these and we call it even”

“Deal.” Emily picked up the shot glasses, with decorations and prices that reminded them that they were having the time of their life in Disney World.

Now, with their Stitch plushie, shot glasses, and rainbow headbands, JJ and Emily looked like proper tourists. Emily usually preferred to blend in with the locals and stay low. The more untraceable, the better for her. But somehow, standing JJ in their themed gear and countless souvenirs, the memories seemed worth it. She had her arm pulled tightly around JJ’s waist, feeling the blonde’s body heat against her own.

The sun had begun to set. It left the sky painted with several different shades and tints of pink and orange; the blue having faded away in the last hour. Each color created a mosaic-like glow down on the people as they prepared for the fireworks. JJ had raved about the fireworks show since that first night that Emily had confessed of her inexperience. The brunette was still slightly hesitant but decided that if JJ loved it, then it was good for her too. She pressed a soft kiss into JJ’s hairline as they weaved through the crowds of people to find a good spot for the show.

The last of the sunset passed rather quickly, leaving the crowds under the luminescence of the park’s decor. The rides that they had wanted to go on were already over, so this was the last thing on the first day’s itinerary. Emily was just about to ask JJ when they should expect the show to start when an employee in a decorated, Disney jacket approached the crowd with a megaphone. They spoke loudly and clearly, reciting memorized instructions on the show that was to begin in 2 minutes and the manners that the crowd had to use for it.

Promptly as announced, the fireworks began in 2 minutes. The display was gorgeous. Each little buildup created a unique pattern of firework in the sky. Emily found her attention captured, the magnificence making her heart glow. Everything around her was too much. She felt overwhelmed with love and remembered the secret that she had told Luca. It was now or never.

“Hey, Jen?” She felt the blonde’s weight shift from where she was, tightly tucked into Emily’s body.

“Yeah?” Emily’s neck tickled with the puff of air from JJ’s words.

“Today was perfect. Every day, actually, is perfect with you. I don’t know how you do it, but you make the world seem magical. Everywhere I look, I see something beautiful, and with our jobs, I didn’t even think that was possible. Being with you, made me realize that the world is good and can be good. It made me want to be good, better actually, just for you. So I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I love you. I love you and everything about you. You opened my eyes, Jen. I don’t think I’ll ever have the words to thank you enough for it.”

JJ held back tears at Emily’s words. The pure emotion that she heard in the woman’s voice was enough alone to make her sob. Her heart felt like it was glowing. Emily had that effect on her since they had met. Being here, standing by her side felt surreal. They were at Disney World, arguably the “most magical place on Earth”, but JJ thought differently. To her, anywhere by Emily instantly became enchanting. She didn’t waste a second in replying.

“I love you too, Emily. You were one of the best things that ever happened to me. I could shout it from the rooftops, but fireworks at Disney World work too.” JJ smirked and hugged Emily tighter. “I had dinner reservations at a restaurant that I came to as a kid for after this. Are you up for it? I just think that it would be a nice way to end today.”

“Of course. I was going to suggest take out for dinner, but that sounds so much better. We can head out as soon as the show is over.” Emily answered her and then turned her head to look up at the illustrious show once more.

They stayed for the show, even clapping when the fireworks subsided and denoted the end of the program. JJ and Emily sauntered through the flow of people, looking for an exit. On the way there, Emily stopped them in front of the magnanimous tree. Its decorations shined strongly against the dark, night sky, twinkling almost as brightly as the stars. Placing JJ strategically against the fence, she snapped a few photos. Jumping when she felt a light tap against her shoulder, Emily turned to see Hannah’s wide smile. They gestured for her phone, asking if Emily wanted a picture of the couple.

“Why don’t you hop in there next to her? I can take the picture of the two of you.” Emily obliged them, taking quick strides to join her girlfriend’s side. Their smiles were radiant.

Only two pictures had been taken before purple and yellow things ran out from behind Hannah. The couple didn’t realize what was happening until JJ nearly doubled over with the force that collided into her side. She looked down to see B, and the kid was clinging to her shirt. JJ didn’t have time to respond before the same thing happened to Emily. Luca had made their way to surround the brunette. Both kids had a mischievous smile on their faces, adoration in their eyes.

“Oh, I am so sorry. Kids, come back here. Let these two lovely ladies have their pictures.” Lauren’s voice rang out from behind her friend.

“No, it’s okay, let them stay. After all, we have to take pictures with the princesses in Disney World. Come in close for the picture guys!” JJ laughed and responded, earning delighted agreement from B, Luca, and Emily.

“You two are too kind.” Hannah shook their head and readjusted the phone’s camera angle.

The family took their leave of JJ and Emily, leaving the happy couple smiling as they made their way out of the theme park. The journey to their car was long, but it felt like two minutes to the women as they talked about their adventures of the day. It was a sweet resolution to a long day of fun. Arriving at Rigatello’s right on time, JJ and Emily were seated with haste.

JJ was buzzing with the high of their confession, grasping Emily’s hand tightly. Her mind was zipping with memories that they had made today. She had come to this theme park as a kid, and Emily had rejuvenated that childhood passion that she had for places like it. It reminded her of the fun that she used to have with Roslyn. All that confirmed was that Emily was perfect for her, through and through. Emily couldn’t keep her eyes off of JJ. The baby blues were reminders of how JJ was changing her view on the world, one step at a time. The blonde was the key to her future, and maybe one day they could have kids just like B and Luca. The thought of their own children was exhilarating to Emily, knowing that she had almost given up the hope of motherhood before JJ. Those kids were goofs, but so cute. We are definitely making yearly trips to Disney with our own, and maybe I’ll be able to convince JJ to dress up with them.

The couple was making light conversation when a short, stockier waiter approached their table. Their face was lit up and animated, the enthusiasm apparent in the waiter’s words. Taking a good look at JJ and Emily, Pablo, as the waiter had introduced herself, immediately began listing off items that they believed the pair would like. The interaction was short and lively, Pablo off soon to get their waters. Not a few minutes had passed before they returned once more, however they had some extra beyond what JJ had ordered.

“Don’t worry, it’s on the house. You two deserve it. Y’all are a beautiful couple. Thank you for coming to Rigatello’s. Now, do you know what you want to order?”

“I’ll have the beef cannelloni and she’ll have the chicken scampi? Yeah, one chicken scampi for her.” Emily gave out their orders and soon they were left alone again.

The food was decadent and the wine, which they learned was a house specialty later, was rich and smooth. JJ and Emily talked about kids, what Emily loved about the day, and the future. That day had been their first day of seven, and Emily had already fallen in love with Disney World. They left great compliments with the waiter and went on to their hotel. The women dragged themselves into bed after changing into their pajamas. Both were asleep within seconds of their heads hitting the pillow, arms wrapped tightly around each other.

#jemily #userluthor #a trip to disneyland #a first i love you story #i love this one so much #idc if i say that about every single one #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #cm #bau #writing #prompt #mc content hours

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bedtimebrain · 3 years

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EXO Baekhyun: Speedpost!

(while i've been having fun with all these drawings in my past few posts, i must admit i almost puked when i looked at this one as i was uploading today. for the sake of our eyes will nicely put a stop to this soon :,D)

Char: baek x u Genre: military baek, fluff!, needy (?) reader Description: you thought you could do just fine with baek in the military, but it seems like you actually need him a little more than you think Word Count: 1.3k Track for feels: Avril Lavigne, Wish you were here

You honestly thought you were the kind of strong and independent girlfriend. The kind that would do absolutely fine when your boyfriend enlists.

But truth be told, you barely scrape past this week, and it has only been a week since baek enlisted. Doubts, doubts. Could you even hold it together for another 2 more weeks? You remember just the day before baekhyun's enlistment, he deliberately teased you with fake sobbings,

'babe, will you cry if i'm not around? you might miss me so much it's too much for you to bear right? if you..'

you simply scoffed and cut him off

'ya, byun baekhyun, i'm afraid i would have to disappoint you. i am very much a busy and independent woman. i will do just fine with you enlisting. plus we will probably get to call once in a while, i can live with that'

you smugly folded your arms, sending an attack to his ego

In hindsight, the attack went out like a boomerang and came right back at you. You can already imagine baekhyun playfully gloating

'Strong independent woman, jagiya?'

Perhaps it might all be better if a wreck package hadn't self-invited itself to your life this week.

First of all, your boss decided it was a good idea to throw your proposal back in your face. Next, your very considerate across-the-globe client planned a conference call close to sleeping time in korea. As if it all couldn’t be worse, you overheard a juicy conversation your colleagues were having about you in the washroom.

All these just made you want to run right to baekhyun. To lie on his lap, throw punches at him and hear him flame your life perpetrators with the most nonsensical phrases.

During the day, all you looked forward to was your phonecalls with baek. But who knew even a phonecall date would be as hard to fulfil as climbing mount Everest.

Apart from the first day, every other day the past week was met full of hiccups. Either you were caught up with conference calls and work, or baek was cutting too close to lights out for a long call.

You call it baek crumbs, yes you were surviving on baek crumbs.

There was still sometime left before your phonecall date tonight. You yanked open your refrigerator in search of your alternative destress mechanism -- chocolates. You sighed at your depleting chocolate stash, physically indicating how badly you needed baek.

Back on the sofa, you swallowed down Freddo and you plugged in your earphones like an emo teen, randomly choosing a song radio to play.

As if Siri heard your inner thoughts, the radio chose to play Avril Lavinge's Wish You Were Here. Before you know it, you were a crying mess.

It's not even like you guys were breaking up, but the lyrics were literally stabbing into your heart But right now i wish you were here.... Damn, what i'd do to have you here ...

You were pathetically brawling away when baekhyun's call came in. Suppressing your heavy sobbing, you picked up the phone after a couple of rings at this untimely moment.

'Jagiya, i've 15minutes today! How have you been? You wouldn't believe what happen today! Jagi? Are you there?' His animated voice died down and he held a pause.

'Are you crying? y/n why are you crying? what happened?' you hear a hint of panic in his voice

Baekhyun was fast at catching on things, your quietness, shakey breathes and suppressed hitches were more than enough to indicate a red flag to him.

You had intended for tonight's call to be a fun and not your emotional health hotline help. Taking a deep breath, you tried to put up a front, and with your most stable voice, replied him

'ya, what crying? so what happened with you today?'

'ya, stop bullshitting me. you're crying, what's up with you?' turning all serious, he wasn't going to let you dodge this

you bit down hard on your lip, you couldn't get a syllable out of your throat, afraid the moment you did so you would break down completely.

'damn it, i would totally break the law just to bring a camera phone in so you cannot hide your face from me. tell me please?' he sounded urgent and frustrated, but gentle in asking you to tell him

'baekhyun ah, i can't do this anymore. i thought i could, but why is it so difficult' your voice cracked and you burst into hot tears

'i haa-d such a bad week and i just want..want.. to tell you about it every night. but our time together is always so short that by the time it got to my turn to tell you about my day.........the call ends. and.. and.. i don't know..... what to do about all these on my own..with--without you' you were wailing and possibly incomprehensible by now

'ya..y/n-ie, mi an hae. jeongmal mi an. i just realised i hadn't even heard about how your day went this entire week. i always got so carried away telling you about me, i wasn’t considerate enough.'

Almost running out of tears, you regain your composure quickly

‘Jagi, I’m not blaming you. Please don’t take it that way, it’s just.. I really wish you were around.’

The call suddenly went silent on the other sides, then you heard some low shouts in the background

‘Baekhyunie?’ You guess it was probably an early roll call again

A few moments later, baekhyun was back on the call.

‘Jagi, I’m sorry, I’ll probably have to go soon, the sergeant’s checking my barracks next.

Anyway, I actually had something I wanted to give you the night before I enlisted, but you insisted you were an independent and busy woman....’

His sentence was left broken with a sudden series of clattering like his phone had dropped. You heard louder shouts this time round, then a hurried whisper from Baekhyun

‘Jagi, check the right drawer under your table alright. I got to go now, mi an.’

‘Ah, okay.. saranghae’ and the call was dropped.

You know it was beyond Baekhyun’s control when he had to end the call. But it still didn’t stop you from feeling down at the abrupt goodbye.

Forcing a smile on your face for the sake of your own, you went to your table as baekhyun had told you.

Right drawer under the table?

Pulling open the drawer to find a floral patterned metallic box.

Was baek referring to this?

Popping open the metal box you gasp at the contents scattered within. With a hand over your mouth, you could feel your eyes welling up with tears again.

Chocolates. Lots of chocolates. Fanciful chocolates. Notes... byun baekhyun actually wrote notes for you?

He never once made you cards no matter how hard you ‘jaebal’ for him to. He would just say

‘Too difficult’

‘Too bothersome’

‘Suck at handicraft’

You pulled out the longest note in the entire box and couldn’t help but chuckle when you saw his scrawls

Annyeong Jagi! I bet you would choose this to read first cause it’s the longest. Did I guess it right?ㅋㅋ i wrote a letter to my beloved EXO-Ls, and I thought, how could I not leave you with one? Y/N, you see the chocolates in this box? I went to the candy store that day and picked them individually for you. Because I’m not around, I thought you might need them more. If you have a hard time when I’m away, take a chocolate and a note, enjoy them and think about me. Thank you for waiting, nae sarang, very soon I’ll be with you again. ^^

On the table, your phone vibrated and your screen lit up.

A msg from baekhyun:

Found my speedpost? Saranghae, wool ji ma(dont cry). Let’s call again tmr, goodnight!

You were smiling and crying like a fool by now. With a vision blurred by your tears, you typed a reply

Ya byun Baekhyun. Gumawo.... saranghae

Surely, you must have saved a nation your past life for you to meet byun baekhyun.

———

I was watching EXO arcade and this super random thought came to mind, do yall think their new album concept actually came from EXO arcade?

Like maybe they had been planning a season 2 all along and a new album. But they couldn’t think of a concept, so tada! Arcade, games! For their album concept~ Is there any talk like this circulating, hahah, hope I’m not late to the party then.

#baekhyun #exowritersnet #exo #bbh #exo comeback #exo scenarios #exo baekhyun #exo fanfic #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun fan fiction #byun baekhyun #super m

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dw-writes · 4 years

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can you please write an imagine/one shot where the reader is depressed and billy butchers gf??? please

/KNEESLIDES IN AND DABS GOD ITS LIKE THIS ASK WAS MADE FOR ME!!! okay but really are you okay nonnie?? my inbox and dms are always open if you need to chat. i know depression is rough buddy and i always have an open ear /hugs/. this is NOT indicative of fixing depression, obviously, but just...something soft. a pick me up. idk about yall but i wouldnt mind billy coming to check on me in a depression slump

written with her/she pronouns as requested

The door of your apartment rattled with heavy handed knocks, drawing your attention to it, but not moving you from the couch. You knew who it was on the other side of the door. There was really only one person who would have gotten annoyed enough with you to physically show up. Or, at least, annoyed with everyone else’s complaints to physically show up and talked to you. He slapped the door next. Then, it rattled as he kicked it.

“If you don’t answer the door in sixty seconds, I will use my key,” Billy announced, citing one of your rules - if either of you showed up unannounced to the house of the other, they could only enter if there wasn’t an answer. You couldn’t remember whose rule it was, yours or his, but you were a little thankful for it. You were able to kick at least one of the fast food bags under your table and out of sight. You glanced at the mess of your apartment and felt a stab of embarrassment lance through your chest, prompting you to sink further into the cocoon of blankets you had wrapped around yourself.

You heard the key fob click, the lock turn, and Billy’s voice drift through the stale air as he counted down, “Two...one...” He quietly closed the door. You heard him shuffle around and assumed what he was going - hanging his coat on the back of your door, taking off his boots. He tossed his keys in the ceramic dish you had gotten from MM when you first moved in and sighed.

You pulled the blankets tighter around you as your mind raced - he was annoyed with you, or angry, disgusted maybe? You couldn’t remember the last time you cleaned your apartment, or even showered. Was it yesterday? Or two days ago? You sniffed the blanket. It still smelled cleaned, so it couldn’t have been too long ago since you did anything.

You were bodily picked up from the couch and shifted around until Billy sank into your squished cushion, adjusting you and your blankets between his legs until he was comfortable. He pulled the blanket from over your head and smoothed your hair back. “You good?” he murmured.

“‘m comfortable,” you whispered.

He looped his arms around you, searching the folds of your blankets. You wiggled your fingers out to meet his hands, which he tangled up with his own with a sigh. “What are you watching, love?” he quietly asked.

“Star Trek,” you replied. You curled your toes and stretched your legs out, dragging your blanket along until it fell from your shoulders.

Billy rested his chin on one, leaning his head against yours while giving your hands a squeeze. “Why’s that?”

“‘s funny,” you answered.

He lifted a hand from your lap and gave your fingers a loud, obnoxious kiss. You finally leaned back into him, looking up into his face as his smirked. “There you are,” he said. You curled your entwined hands against your chest and felt your heart beat a steady pulse against his hand. “MM was a little offended you didn’t answer his calls,” he softly said. You heaved a sigh and sat up. “Frenchie said you hadn’t replied to his texts. Same with Hughie.”

“Is that why you’re here?” you asked, “’cause I’m not answering your friends?”

“‘ey.” He gave your leg a nudge that had your whole body swaying. You thumped back against his chest, staring blankly at the television screen. “Don’t do that,” he commanded, “You know they like you.” You didn’t reply. Billy rolled his eyes and slowly inhaled. He held you tight against him with a gentle huff of, “Okay,” and reached over you, ignoring your protests and sounds of annoyance while he turned off your television and turned you around to face him. He gave your hands - hands he held gently in his own calloused ones - a shake. “Knock it off.”

Your eyes welled with tears. You knew what he meant, what he was telling you - to stop the negative thinking, to stop believing the worst of it all. That voice, though, the voice in your head, the little one that ran away from you more often than not said other wise - told you lies that made your chin tremble and the tears roll down your face.

He swore again, a soft and violent thing, and stroked his fingers against your cheek with a whisper of your name. “Not what I meant,” he murmured. He growled, flexing his jaw as his eyes flicked to the couch. He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head a little. “This is hard,” he muttered under his breath. You tugged your hands against his and he gripped them tighter. “It’s not something I can go out and get rid of for you, it’s harder than that fuckin’....Cuntlander,” he growled.

You laughed; it was a bubble of a laugh, something that popped as it left your lips on a wobbling, tear stained breath. Billy’s eyes lifted to your face and watched you look at anything but him. If you had looked, you would have seen him smile, something small but sincere, that made the corner of his eyes crinkle.

He brought your hands to his mouth and spoke against your fingers, “What can I do?”

Your eyes finally met his and though they shone with tears, he saw a light in them that he hadn’t seen in a few days. You wiggled your fingers and spread them out, smoothing your fingers over his beard. His hands encircled your wrists. He followed you as you pulled him towards you for a simple kiss.

You sniffed when you pulled away and asked, “Can you help me clean?”

He nodded and stood with an exaggerated groan. “If you need company, I can bring you Terror.” He looked around your apartment and picked up the bag you had kicked away. “Or you can stay with me.”

You wadded up your blankets and headed towards your laundry room, pausing at the door. “Are you asking me to move in with you, Billy Butcher?”

He shoved the bag in the trash with a hum. “Easier than driving allllllll the way over here to see you.” He leaned on the counter. “Or check on you.” He waved his hand. “Pick you up. Drop you off.”

“I get it,” you said with a small smile.

“Answer those desperate, late night calls you send me,” he added. He flipped your sink on while you tossed a dish cloth at him. He was grinning when he caught it, watching you as you finally smiled.

#the boys #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher/reader #the boys reader insert #the boys asks #Anonymous

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Seven Days Late - Part Two

todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: angst, semi anti-Endeavor content

word count: 5,716 (it’s long yall, sorry)

A/N: ooookay! thank you for every like, reblog, and request after part one was posted! I wasn’t actually expecting to write a part two... but without further adieu:

Part One

Seven Days Earlier

Shouto couldn’t sleep, he had been trying for hours, but he just couldn’t seem to keep his eyes closed. Instead, Shouto found his eyes staring at your sleeping form. Drool was appearing out of your mouth, and you sniffled way too much for someone asleep. But still, he smiled, you were beautiful.

He placed a hand on your cheek and almost laughed as you responded to his touch, even though you were asleep.

Shouto pushed back a lock of hair delicately and froze.

Oh.

He was in in love with you.

Shouto has been in love with you for ages now, since the second year of high school, but this feeling right now. This unadulterated form of love that spread through him as he watched your sleeping form scared him shitless. He bolted up, his heart racing.

He knew that marriage was the next step in your guys’ relationship and that you had discussed being married, but the theoretical was so different from the realistic. No matter how much y/n had changed the way he observed love when it came to marriage the way it transpired between Endeavor and his mother was the only love within marriage he understood.

He knew that his parents were a special circumstance, one of the rare many, but still, he was scared that one day the two of you would parallel his parents. So he got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Splashing cold water on his face, Shouto stared up into his reflection and studied at his face. At this moment it haunted him.

He could see the terror and the abuse his father created on his left side, and the horror and depression of his mother on the right. Shouto needed to get out. Immediately.

Pausing, he cursed under his breath, today was his day off as it was yours too. Today’s plans consisted of a lunch date, followed by a dinner party with Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida. Still, he needed out, he needed to think.

Carefully going back into the room, Shouto grabbed his costume that hung on the door and returned to put it on. Finishing up, he went to the bed and sat down, turning on the lamp on the bedside to help him put on the final touches of his uniform, typically you never wake up to his lamp.

Today, he wasn’t so fortunate.

“Good morning, Shoucchan.” He heard you whisper, your voice groggy, and he stilled not having anticipated seeing you awake. Still, Shouto had been raised to be respectful, and with the love of his life speaking to him he managed a response.

“Morning.”

Shouto could hardly focused as you asked about why he was in costume, and he lied effortlessly. You then reminded him of the dinner party, and he mentally cursed. Why were his friends and significant other so social? But he nodded at the reminder turning to face you one more time.

As he looked at your tired figure squinting at him, leaning onto your arm for support, he smiled but the worries of his lies made it hard to smile at the one he loved. Your eyes glistened the way they did when you locked eyes, and Shouto caved. Grasping your free hand gently in his own, he raised it to his lips and kissed it softly.

“Goodbye, y/n”

Shouto stood up and left after turning off the lights.

“I love you, Shoucchan.” You called after him.

“And I, you.”

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Night One

Shouto found himself knocking on Midoriya’s apartment door that night. It was nearly midnight, but when he tried returning home he felt like he couldn’t face you with these newly uncovered feelings.

Was he supposed to propose to you? Get married? Eventually, turn out to be just like his father and hurt you emotionally and physically? He couldn’t even think about it.

Shouto also knew that he couldn’t just ignore these feelings or else he would quite literally act out because he never enjoyed lying--especially to you.

Was he supposed to break up with you? Shouto knew that if he did that sure you would hurt, but you were you. Unimaginably sweet, kind, beautiful, and amazing. Sure, you would hurt for a while, but hey, you would definitely find someone that would befit your needs better than he ever could, or at the very least would never turn out to be someone like his father.

So there Shouto stood, in his costume, knocking on his best friends apartment because he wanted to be somewhere where he wasn’t reminded of his home-life, or of you.

“Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya answered the door in an All Might sleeping shirt and matching bottoms. “W-What are you doing here so late? Y/l/n-chan was really worried about you not being there for dinner!”

“I know,” Shouto said softly, “I got her text, I, uh, can we talk for a bit, I’m not ready to go home.”

Midoriya looked at Shouto with wide eyes, looking panicked for the future of his friends' relationship as he quickly assumed the worst, “Y-Yeah, come in, guest slippers are the purple ones, I’ll get some tea for us going.”

Shouto walked into the apartment, switching out his shoes for his slippers and made his way over to the couch. Ever since moving in with you, Shouto discovered that the snugness of apartments really grew on it, it was comforting, soft, homey. However, even though the basic layout of Midoriya’s apartment was nearly identical to that of your’s, it just felt so wide and open. Not like home.

“Here you go,” Midoriya concentrated on the two mugs of hot tea in his hands, handing one over to Todoroki who took it with a thank you. “So, what’s wrong-”

“I’m in love with, y/n,” Todoroki states his eyes locked onto the tea.

“Oh, uh, I thought you two were already on that stage? C-Congrats?” Midoriya laughed awkwardly unsure of how to really take in his friends’ statement.

“No, we are, but it’s...” Todoroki paused, it was hard spilling out his guts to people, but he knew Midoriya was the only one that could help him right now, “I want to propose.”

Midoriya choked on his tea. “Oh shit, Todoroki-kun! That’s h-huge, congratulations!” Midoriya cheered, his eyes wide, smile large.

“I’m not going to though.”

“W-What?!”

“If I turn out to be like Endeavor to y/n, I would never forgive myself.”

“No, you would never be like--”

“I spent ten years of my life unknowingly acting precisely like him, how do you know that when it comes to marriage I won’t be like him until it’s too late?”

They stared at each other in a reserved stillness for a few minutes before Shouto shook his head, “I don’t want to fuck this up.”

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Day Five

After three days sleeping on Midoriya’s couch, and fifty missed calls from you later, Shouto was leaving Sero’s apartment after staying there for one night. Having been yelled at by Bakugou about how much of a “fucking dumbass bitch” he was being during a meet up between Sero’s other friends really ruined the entire staying over the thing for him. Bakugou also relented that if Shouto for claiming he was in love with you but continued avoiding you better than the worst criminals, he was a fucking moron. Shouto sighed, he didn’t really have any other option of where to stay except with his family now.

Shouto walked up towards the stairs to a grand door and knocked on it twice.

Tensing, Shouto watched as the doors opened, and out popped Fuyumi’s head, her eyes immediately locking on him, and a stern eyebrow hiked, “Oh Shouto, you’re in some hot water, huh?”

While Shouto relaxed knowing that it was his sister who opened the door, meaning that Endeavor was probably not home, but tensed again because if that was how his caring older sister opened the door that means y/n and Fuyumi were still conversing.

“Yes, I know exactly what happened, and let me just tell you now: so does mom!”

Well shit...

Despite Fuyumi’s constant provocation Shouto managed to get his sister to stop prying for the night and just let him sleep.

Shouto stood in the doorway of his childhood and teenage room, his eyes swept over the vacantness of it all. His tatami was still perfectly placed in the far-middle of the room, with a light grey futon on top of it, a desk to the left of it, and the wardrobe to the right. Everything seemed perfect. Shouto forgot how big his room was. Hell, in comparison to your apartment, his room could fit your kitchen, living room, and bathroom in it just fine.

It really hit Shouto then, just how much he missed you. He wished he could just go over with an attested plan on what to do, Todoroki Shouto always had a plan, but he didn’t have one and it was making his head throb. Slipping into his old bed, he groaned, your stupid soft and comfortable mattress had grown on him and now his old bed was uncomfortable.

The buzzing of his phone alerted Shouto, and he glanced at it. It was another call from you, your contact picture was from the night of your first anniversary. You were smiling wide, mid-laugh as you ate an ice cream cone that would be snatched by a seagull seconds after the picture was taken. Shouto watched the screen go black as the call ended, he wasn’t going to pick up without a plan.

New Voicemail, the notification read. Being that it was your anniversary three days ago, Shouto caved, and unlocked his phone reading through your plentiful of texts, your worried texts, your texts that expressed love and hope, and the texts that spoke of your love and gratitude regarding him over the course of your three year relationship even if he was ignoring you. Exiting the text app, Shouto opened up his voicemails.

86 New Voicemails.

Putting it to his ear, Shouto listened to the first one.

‘Hi Shoucchan, you haven’t been home in two days, and I’m just... really worried love. If I had to guess, you’re at Midoriya’s right now! Okay, I didn’t guess he texted me that you’re there, but I hope I haven’t done anything to make you upset or irate! Come home soon, okay? Bye, I love you so much.’

Every voicemail ended up being like that in one shape or another, except each one passed with growing sadness in your voice, and it tightened Shouto’s throat thinking about it. He was hurting you, a lot, but he couldn’t call you back, not yet.

It was hurting him, Shouto wanted more than everything to go back to you. To slip back into your messy apartment, and climb into your mattress that was capable of swallowing someone whole with how soft it was. Shouto wanted you like no other, but as he lay there staring at the ceiling of his room, he realized that he couldn't go back without a plan, and he wasn't sure when that was going to come together.

Day Six

Shouto woke up and got ready for the day, it was his day off after all. Walking over to the dining room, he was met with Fuyumi staring at him with the same raised eyebrow, “Are you finally going to explain to me what’s wrong, Shouto? This isn’t like you!”

Shouto grabbed the bowl of white rice topped with an egg waiting for him before he nodded his head, better to get it over with. Shouto sat across from Fuyumi at the table, explaining to her what he had felt that morning he couldn’t sleep, explaining that he wanted to marry you, but most importantly he expressed his anxiety of becoming alike to Endeavor.

“Shouto...” Fuyumi whispered as Shouto wiped an angry tear away.

“Everyone keeps telling me that it won’t happen, but fuck, what happens if it does? What if I hurt y/n and all everyone can think is that they had been wrong all along!”

“No.”

“Y/n is the person I love most in this world, a-and I can’t just let her agree to marry me without her knowing that I can become exactly like him!”

“No!”

“On top of that, I wouldn’t even blame y/n for hating me at this moment, maybe all this avoiding will make it seem like I’m no longer in love so that their future will be happier than it would be with me.”

“NO!” Slamming her hands onto the table, Fuyumi screamed, her eyes filled with sympathy and tears for her little brother. “You won’t be like our father, Shouto! Not even a little bit! Are you kidding me? You think y/n would even let you bully and berate you as our father did to mom? No! If you want to propose Shouto, propose to y/n, it’s not just your worries! I’m sure y/n has plenty of insecurities of their own!”

Shouto froze, not sure how to react about how passionate his sister was being, but Fuyumi wasn’t done quite yet.

“You told me that you felt completely in love with y/n, and that scared you, it’s understandable! You, in particular, went through so much growing up, and you saw the worst of it all, but if this is pure love, true love, I won’t let you sit here and cry about it when you can be doing something about it! Talk to y/n, Shouto, I’m sure they’ll help carry you through every insecurity because marriage isn’t an easy thing! Just like relationships! But don’t you dare throw it away! You’ve never been this happy before, Shouto, please don’t give it up.” Fuyumi gasped for air as she fell over to the ground, her emotions draining her.

Shouto didn’t even move a muscle, his hair was in his face, concealing any emotion that could potentially leak out, and Fuyumi looked at her brother who finally looked at her. His eyes were flowing with tears, and her jaw dropped, “Will you come with me, to a jewelry store, I-I think I need an engagement ring?”

“O-Of course!”

Day Seven

Shouto was cleaning up his room, a bundle of dirty clothes in a bag, and a small velvet box in his hands, he was finally unhesitant to go home.

“Fuyumi, I’m going to head out now, I’ll let you know how it goes.” Shouto semi-shouted as he walked towards the front door ready to correct any and all damage he may have done.

Shouto looked into the hallway hearing the floor creak gently, and halted, his body stiffening as he stared at the one and only Flaming Hero: Endeavor.

“Shouto.” Endeavor greets, shifting to stand parallel to Shouto.

Shouto watches Endeavor emotionlessly, “Endeavor.” He returns the greeting.

They stare at each other for a long time, neither one daring to move or say anything. Shouto concentrates in on Endeavors eye-movements and shifts when he sees him fastening onto the engagement ring box in his hand.

“Is that a—“

“That’s none of your business, Endeavor.” Shouto interrupts, scowling as he shoves the box into his pocket, internally cursing on why he didn’t do that, to begin with.

“You’re proposing to y/h/n? Are you serious, Shouto?!”

Now typically, those words from a parent tended to be one of celebration and excitement, but the words that left Endeavors lips were only ones of objection and irritation.

“Yes, I am serious, just like my relationship with y/n is serious,” Shouto replies back, a scowl on his face.

“You’re really stupid if you think I’m going to let my prized possession marry some D-Class quirk, I won’t allow it.” Endeavor states, taking a few steps towards Shouto who only glared with higher ferocity and hatred as he neared. "Your quirks won't match up at all."

“Grow the fuck up, Endeavor, like hell I’m going to let a man who fucked over my mother have a say in my relationship.” Shouto just about hissed at Endeavor who suddenly had a mood change to bemusement.

“Oh, I see now.” Endeavor ‘tsked’ as he smirked, “You got scared, didn’t you.”

“Wha—“

“Y/h/n suddenly wasn’t working with my successor, and it made national news, hell reporters even came seeking me for answers.” Endeavor smirked slyly, his voice taking on a sing-song tone, “You’re afraid of turning into me, aren’t you? You don’t understand, and you won’t ever understand why I did what I did. I can live with my mistakes, but you? No, Shouto, you have Rei’s weak spirit so, of course, whenever you act like me you don’t even notice and better yet it consumes you.”

“That’s not—“

“True? But it is. You’re going to bring an undesired person into my family, and then you’re going to live in hatred of becoming me while never realizing that you’re acting as I once did. I think of it as irony, don’t you?”

Shouto could not bring himself to answer, his body trembling slightly as if he was once more a small child learning the cruel world of being a hero.

“You may surpass me, Shouto, but you’re still a failure. You’ve failed so many times when your relationship fails with y/h/n, I won’t even be surprised.” Endeavor snarked as he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Shouto alone in the hallway his once confidence now destroyed.

Shouto walked slowly to the train station, he was going home to do something. Propose? Or break up?

Shouto boarded the train, his body feeling uncomfortably heavy as he took a seat, the train was empty, and he pulled out his phone. Everyone was telling him to propose, even Shouto was telling himself to propose, but Endeavors taunts rang out louder than any other voice in Shouto’s contemplation.

Riiing. Riiing. Rii— Shouto ended the call on his phone without even seeing who it wasn’t.

Trudging out of the train, Shouto walked down the familiar road to his apartment and took the stairwell up. Unlocking the door, he entered quietly, unsure of your status but hoping you weren’t asleep. Locking it behind him, he sees you on the table, knocked out, drool on your face, your typical sniffles, ...and the empty bottle of wine in front of you, fuck he wished you haven’t drunk the entire bottle in one seating. He paused again, touching your face gingerly and froze.

Shouto loved you more than anything, and at that moment placed the ring box in his back pocket and decided that because he loved you, he couldn’t be with you anymore. He was going to get it done with no excuses for disappearing and calling you by your last name, something you disliked him doing now.

Before Shouto could comprehend what was truly happening because of him, Shouto stood outside the apartment door locked out, silently sobbing as he heard the wine bottle being crushed on the door and the shriek that left your mouth. The engagement ring box burning his body while feeling heavier than anything he ever carried before. What was he supposed to do now?

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To say you were a wreck was an oversimplification. You looked revolting, wept just about every three minutes, and just about shut down when the name Shouto or Todoroki was mentioned. It was six days after the fact that the two of you broke up and still it felt like hours ago.

“This is actually depressing,” Mina sighed as the girls of the old class 1-A had called for intervention after you cried on national TV, “Why is y/n crying so much? Boys can totally be replaced...”

“I can hear you.” You mumbled into your pillow under a pile of blankets, “I’m not even c-crying.”

“Well, at least she didn’t deny the entire, ‘boys can be replaced,’ huh? That means she agrees!” Hagakure remarked as she leaned against a wall for support.

A soft, muffled sob came from you again, and the girls found you shoving your face into multiple pillows for you to cry. “Okay, that’s is, get out of bed now, y/l/n-chan!” Mina ordered as she walked over to where you were wallowing in your misery. “Get up!”

Mina, assisted by Uraraka, managed to get you sitting up on the side of the bed. “We just want to help you feel better, y/l/n-chan, even if it’s temporary,” Yaoyorozu explained as she stepped forward taking your hand in hers. “Let’s go out for the day, it’ll be fun!”

“Please shower.” Tsuyu piped in.

You laughed or at least tried to, but it came out as a garbled sob. You nodded your head as you stood up, heading to the bathroom.

“I’ll go freeze some spoons, y/l/n gonna need them for those swollen eyes.”

“Oh, good idea, Jirou-chan.”

So, eventually, with the girls of class 1-A, you stood fully dressed in something cute and presentable, smelling fresh and clean, with makeup on to cover the fact you had been crying practically nonstop.

“Alrighty, let’s go!” They all cheered, and you smiled at them. It was a watery smile, but you wanted to feel better, too.

The rest of the day, you and the girls went out shopping, trying on every clothing item at every store but not buying anything, went to a Cat Cafe, and even went to buy some sweets. Damn was it a long day, but the girls succeeded in making sure you didn’t cry for the many hours you were out together.

“So, we can go back to your house and watch the Top Ten Fails: Pro-Hero Shouto Edition, or anything really, while eating ice cream,” Uraraka suggested as you finished up a macaroon, brushing the crumbs of the pastry onto the tiny plate it was served on.

“They have a top ten?!” Mina shrieked, “Why was I unaware of this?!”

You laughed slightly as Hagakure shoved Mina for being insensitive, but you shook your head as everyone stared at you, unsure of how you were gonna react. Crying in public from a well known Pro-Hero was going to stir some sort of attraction, although most people did tend not to intervene when they were outside of the costume.

“It’s alright, Mina, everyone, but I think I want to be alone again. If you ladies wish to come back over tomorrow night, that’s fine, I j-just,” You stuttered, your heart was racing again as the suppressed emotions of the day were bubbling to the surface, “I want to be alone.”

Slowly, the girls agreed and so you hugged them all goodbye and left on your own.

The train ride home sort of sucked as you leaned up against a metal pole, your eyes closed in the last-ditch effort to keep yourself from crying. Your phone in your back pocket rang, and you slipped it out, hoping that it wasn’t one of the girls or else you would cry.

New Text Message.

Unlocking the phone, you saw the notification belonged to Fuyumi.

‘Hi, y/l/n! would you like to meet up tomorrow? I would really like to talk!’

Your stomach twisted, Fuyumi was your favorite sibling Shouto had, and having to let her go was something that hurt a lot. There wouldn’t be any trouble if you just saw her one more time, right? Maybe then she would be able to give you some advice to help out, Fuyumi was just naturally gifted that way.

So you responded back, ‘yes, of course! I’d love to meet up, where at? I’m not working this week so I’m available whenever you are!’ and waited for a message back.

Exiting off the train, another message was sent from Fuyumi.

‘The Jasmine Tea House at about 15:00? They have delicious tea there!’

You smiled softly at that comment, those Todoroki’s were so traditional Japanese that it often made you surprised, and your thumbs sent back a response.

‘That sounds lovely. jasmine tea house at 15:00.’

‘Wonderful, see you then!’

You entered your apartment, closing the door behind you, and sank to the ground. It was nice hearing from Fuyumi, but god, she wasn’t the Todoroki you wanted to hear from today.

Slipping into your bed that night, you sighed as you shifted over onto Todoroki’s side of the bed and lay there with silent tears streaming down your face until you passed out.

The following morning you climbed out of bed, showered, did your hair, applied some makeup, and changed into some cute clothes. A high waisted, form-fitting pair of black jeans tucked in front of a light pink flowy shirt, it looked presentable to you. Checking the time it was 2:30 and so you grabbed your purse, phone, and keys and left the building and made your way over to this tea house.

You arrived at the tea house at precisely 2:55 and scanned the rather busy establishment for the iconic hairstyle that was Fuyumi’s, and you spotted her in a back booth, her eyes focused on a menu in her hands. Telling the hostess you found the other member of your party, you walked over to the back, greeting Fuyumi as you slipped into the booth.

“Oh, y/l/n-chan, it’s been too long!” Fuyumi sighed, a smile on her face. “How have you been?”

You laughed shortly, pausing to gather up the energy so you wouldn’t bawl in front of your ex’s sister. “I’m better than can be expected, uh, how’s teaching coming along! I heard you were up for some major promotion!”

Fuyumi waved her off, an embarrassed blush on her face, “Oh, well yes! I was to be named Principal!”

Your jaw dropped, that was tremendous, “Oh, congratulations!”

“No, no, I didn’t take the job.” Fuyumi dismissed the congratulatory comment, “I love working with the students too much to go do a desk job for a living.”

You smiled gently, “You Todoroki’s sure are something else, you’re a true hero.”

“Oh hush, I’m not seeking praise, it’s simply the truth!” Fuyumi giggled obviously a bit uncomfortable with the praise, another trait of the Todoroki children.

The two of you ordered a teapot of the tea of your choice when the waiter appeared, and you talked casually after what opinions you had on different things. When the teapots arrived, you thanked the staff member who brought them and placed them to the side after filling up the ornate teacup in front of you.

“So, I have to be honest,” Fuyumi drawled out as she took a sip of her tea, and you stilled knowing what was coming next, “I asked you to come here so I could learn what happened with Shouto? He just came back home that one night and well, it was just... unexpected? And he won’t tell me anything.”

You nodded your head, as you took a gulp of the scalding tea in an attempt to calm your emotions, “We, uh, broke up. He left for seven days, and came back intending on breaking up with me, which he did.”

Fuyumi gawked at the young hero in front of her, who was refusing to admit that the tea was too hot to drink and was just downing it. "He d-didn't ask you anything important?"

You shook your head, frowning slightly not remembering being asked to do anything but to go to bed.

“Ah, okay, well, let’s continue with our tea? I think we will both feel much better afterward.”

To be honest, it was actually really calming to be sitting with Fuyumi and just ranting, because she sat there and listened and gave back incredible advice. The back booth was a good choice because no one was really around to see you cry as you explained what happened with Shouto and how you didn’t see it coming until it was that final day. You admitted that you jumped to conclusions, that you really had no idea why he was gone, but that you had just gotten insecure that sweet Shouto felt guilty in breaking up with you.

After ranting about Shouto, the two of you carried out another conversation about current events and Fuyumi’s own personal life, and by the end of your gathering, you really felt better.

“I’m really sorry what my dumb baby brother put you through, y/l/n-chan, I really do hope we can remain friends!” Fuyumi stated as she hugged you tightly as you were now leaving the tea house.

“Haha, of course! You’re too great a friend to lose.” You agreed as you held onto the hug for a little while longer.

“Alrighty, see you next time, bye!” Fuyumi called out as she walked away waving. You waved back, feeling better then you had all week, and returned to your apartment.

You laid in your bed staring at your ceiling, thinking about the last seven days and sighed. It seemed that at least for today, you didn’t have any more tears left to cry. You stayed in the same position for what seemed like hours before you dozed off thinking about the man who you really wanted back in your life.

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You woke up to the rampant knocking on your door, looking over at the alarm clock, it was only 7:58 p.m., what a good nap. Groaning, you pushed yourself off your bed and glanced at your phone, the screen was shining with hundreds of missed texts and a handful of missed calls and voicemails.

What was going on...

Getting out of bed, you walked to the entrance and remembered inviting the girls over yesterday and swung it open, “Mina could you be any less... impatient....”

It wasn’t Mina or any of the girls in your class, but instead it was Shouto who’s hair was disheveled, and clothes that looked like they were wrinkled. Wrinkled clothes always bothered Shouto.

Millions of emotions flew between the two of you as you stared at each other, and your anger flared remembering the way he treated you seven days ago, so you grabbed the door ready to slam it in his face much comparable to what you did that night. “Wait, no, please y/n/n, please hear me out.” Shouto pleaded but you didn’t care as you closed the door between you two.

You pressed your forehead to the door panting as you tried to control your breathing, fuck did you want to forgive him but you guess that wasn’t happening considering you just slammed the door again.

“Fine, keep it closed, I know I deserve it! I just wanted to talk to you?”

“You have two minutes,” You whispered through the door hating the fact you wanted to listen.

“I wasn’t mad at you, or wanted to break up,” Shouto admitted and you felt a small thud on the door, you knew he put his head onto the door. “I was just scared.”

You scoffed, you see gonna need a lot more than being ‘just scared.’ “What did I do to make you scared?”

“Nothing!”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh yeah, I did nothing and scared you away for seven days and got dumped.”

“No, okay, I see how you could think that, but I...”

“One minute.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“I already—“

“No, you don't, because I never felt this in love with you before.”

“Wow, okay.”

“Shit, that came out wrong, I just—it scared me just how much my love for you has grown... and I was scared. I know the next step for us is marriage, but I don’t want to fuck that up. A-And I have fucked it up, and I’m so sorry for that! I want to marry you, y/n, but I was stupid and insecure about turning out like Endeavor and I couldn’t do that to you and so I left.” Shouto groaned and you froze.

All your guy’s talk about marriage has always been a sensitive part because of Shouto’s past, and your longing to be married to him. And here he was confessing that he wanted to get married but he left you?

“Y/n?” Shouto’s voice cracked with emotion and you snapped back to reality.

You opened the door and saw Shouto with his head down, staring at his shoes, so unlike the confident man he is. “Then explain to me one thing, w-why did you let me break up with you.”

“I was weak,” Shouto confessed, finally looking up at you, “I let Endeavor get to me, and I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.”

You shook your head as you grabbed his hand tentatively, “You could’ve said something, you know I would fight Endeavor for you.”

“I know, love, I know. I’m sorry.”

“Damnit, Shoucchan, do you realize how much hell you put me through?!”

He nodded his head, but you finally caved as you envelop him in a hug. “You dumbass.”

Shouto chuckles and plants his face in the crook of your neck. “I know.” He agrees.

“B-But,” You hesitated before bringing up what really was on your mind, “You’re ready for m-marriage?”

Shouto sighs, and pulls away, “There you go ruining plans for me, as usual.”

“W-WHAT?!”

Your heart burst and tears flowed down your face as you watched Shouto sink to his knee, pulling out a black silky velvet engagement box, “Y/l/n y/n, I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever put you through and am more importantly thankful for your forgiving and loving soul. I know I left when I shouldn’t have, but you’re the one for me, you’re the one I want and need. I should've done this the first time I felt this way, and so I’m sorry this is seven days late, but,” Shouto opened the box revealing a shiny engagement ring, “Will you marry me?”

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Andddddd done :)

please someone teach me how to link the posts @.@

bonus!

The girls all walked up to your apartment, juggling an insane amount of movies, games, and food in their arms. “I got the door,” Jirou said, using her ear jack to knock on the door.

They stood waiting until you opened the door, and you appeared eyes filled with tears, but you didn’t look sad.

“Hi!” You greeted with a smile.

“You... look happy?” Uraraka mentioned smiling herself, not sure what to expect.

“Oh my god is that?!” Mina shrieked noticing the rock on your finger.

“Yes!” You nodded your head blushing.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

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brillixdis · 4 years

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The Married Millennialz: GUESS WHAT?!

*a short intro plays, displaying their photos and logo along the screen with Thoughts by Tory Lanez instrumental playing in the background*

Zyair: Wassup? What’s happening? We’re the Married Millennialz and we’re back and we’re better, baby. -chuckles as he briefly looks to Brilliant before averting his focus back to the camera- I’m Zyair, if you don’t know.

Brilliant: So much better, so much better! [she shouts with a wide smile before waving her hand to the camera] And I’m Brilliant as you all know and I’m so excited to get into this video. We’ve been MIA but for good reasons, but we’ve definitely been missing you guys and wanted to reconnect. Right, Zy? [she turns to look at him]

Zyair: As you all know, see how she threw that in there? -lowly laughs- She's the unforgettable one. -directs his thumb in her direction before agreeing with her statement- Very good reasons. If you've been with us from the start then you're aware that we suffered a miscarriage about two years ago and since then we've really been grinding to expand our family. It's something we've both wanted so badly and we haven't given up on.

Brilliant: Thank you, babe. [she chuckles, playfully fanning herself and batting her eyelashes upon his compliment] And we almost did give up though! I promise you if I someone told me that we’d be in the position we are in right now last year, I would’ve laughed in their face. [she sighs, shaking her head at the thought] It took us a long time after our last video to finally meet with a doctor about our options and with some motivation and a big push from Zy, we finally decided on the IVF process which is literally as scary as it sounds.

Zyair: Yeah, she is right bout that. -chimes in as she speaks then nods some while he continues to listen- We spent a lot of time just hoping things would kick off naturally but we weren’t getting anywhere and that was disappointing. It was hard. It took a long time for us to seek professional help because that’s intimidating. That wasn’t a step we took lightly so yeah, a lot of pushing and truly wanting to make some changes is what got us there. -chuckles a bit at her final comment, rubbing along the side of his face some- That process ain’t no fucking joke at all.

Brilliant: [she nods her head in agreement as he speaks] I think you hit the nail of the head with that, babe. I think that’s what made it so hard, it was terrifying, just having to go through the process, it was much easier because we had each other’s energy to bounce off and most of the time my energy was no good. [she chuckles] To tell you guys a little about the IVF process, it started with numerous tests and evaluations of our blood, my Fallopian tubes and uterus, Zy’s soldiers.. [she chuckles again] And after that the real fun began with the ovarian stimulation which required me to take medicine which would develop my eggs for a few weeks and truthfully that had to be the most difficult part. I just remember being up and down, having symptoms of a real pregnant woman, and just being really depressed during that time.

Zyair: -listens intently, glancing between her and the camera before opening his mouth to speak next- They ran every test in the book on us. -chuckles some- It was hard seeing how rough that was on her, though. But i knew it was for a greater good. I just tried to remain supportive and keep her head up. It felt like that went on forever. I was anxious as fuck for some good news.

Brilliant: [she nods her head as he speaks] You we’re a bomb ass support system but it was hard, it hurt not only physically but mentally. I think I probably battled with demons more than anything. The second part is the egg retrieval and before that I got a trigger shot of hCG which spurs the final step for the eggs to mature before they are retrieved and then inserted into your uterus, that probably had to be the easiest part and that leads to the hardest part of the whole process..the wait.

Zyair: That wait was a bitch. -laughs some- But good things come to those who wait, right? -shifts his gaze onto her as he pauses for a confirming response-

Brilliant: [she nods her head with a giant smile] Very very good things, which brings us to the whole point of this video to announce that we are indeed expecting. [the camera zooms from out of their faces and focuses on their bodies in entirely to reveal her round belly. she places her hands over it, rubbing along her stomach in small circles] This is my Beyoncé at the VMAs moment!

Zyair: Hit the drumroll. -chuckles as he mimics drumsticks with his fingers before she completes the announcement, bending forward in his seated position to briefly kiss her stomach moments after- My baby's having another baby! -happily exclaims while straightening his posture once again- Look at that. -places a palm against her bump next to rub along with her- I'm always rubbing on her now. This feels so good, man. It's been a wild ride up to this point and every moment has been worth it. We're keeping the sex on the hush, though. -places a finger along his lips before continuing- Ya'll gotta wait on that one but we greatly appreciate all the love and uplifting messages and comments we've received following our last video. Ya'll are fucking awesome and that's from the heart. All that shit, no matter how minor it seemed was huge to us.

Brilliant: Yes, baby O’Neal number two is on the way! [she flashes a giant smile, lowering her eyes to view him as he places a kiss along her stomach] I can’t get enough of those kisses, baby O appreciates them too. [she chuckles, leaning back in her seat to replace her hand along her stomach] Honestly, I don’t think we can be any happier than we are right now. I didn’t think anybody could be more excited than us until we told Justice and he’s ecstatic, he wakes up talking about it and goes to bed talking about it. The gender though, we were thinking about having a little gender reveal between us just for kicks, but Zyair isn’t tryna fart out colored powder. [she laughs, playfully rolling her eyes] I know y’all saw that one gender reveal video!

*an inserted clip of the gender reveal video is displayed on the screen*

Zyair: Justice is through the damn roof excited. He wants a brother bad, man. -chuckles a bit before looking her way while she continues to speak- Hell nah. -immediately cracks up once she brings up the powder- Never. -shakes his head then crosses his forearms to create an X- That was honestly the goofiest shit. Yall running outta ideas. That ain’t it at all.

Brilliant: And I want a princess so may the odds be ever in mommy’s favor. [she chuckles, playfully rolling her eyes at his commentary] You don’t know innovation when you see it. The booty powder is about to be the next big thing, we’ll do it on our next baby when you come to your senses. [she chuckles, shaking her head] Well guys! It was so great to finally catch up with you all, we’re excited for our new journey and we can’t wait to share it with you guys!

Zyair: We’ll see. -laughs lowly- That ain’t no damn innovation, that’s something else entirely. -shifts in his seat some and maintains his focus on the camera- It was. We’re honored to share the news with ya’ll and the three of us gon catch you next time. Don’t forget to hit that thumbs up, subscribe, tap that lil bell..allat. -offers a short wave- Peace.

Brilliant: Yeah aight, I said what I said. [she chuckles before waving to the camera] Just like Zy said, y’all know what to do! Until next time!

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Gia Bia: I’M SO HAPPY FOR YA’LL!

LoveWins23: Justice sounds so excited 😭😭.

Kiloves: YOU’RE GLOWING! I KNEW IT!

Jade Banks: I’m currently contemplating the IVF process and this video gave me hope, thank you, Brilliant and Zyair.

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astronomyparkers · 6 years

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Silence {V}

Warnings: Language, mentions of abuse

Pairing: Vigilante!Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: can I just say that I seriously love all of your theories about this story? each one is so wild and i love reading them so keep sending them in! also, I’m still working on the silence playlist, so send in song recs as well! i hope yall are enjoying this story as much as I’m enjoying writing it <3 also please note I DO NOT HAVE A TAGS LIST!!!!! THE REASON WHY IS IN MY FAQ!!!! ANY/ALL MESSAGES REGARDING THIS WILL BE DELETED!!!!

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For a Saturday morning, the coffee shop was bustling with business as patrons moved their way through the line, eager for their daily dose of caffeine. You fiddled with your phone in your hands as you waited to order. It was a habit of yours, fiddling with anything you could get your hands on when you were anxious. And you knew you had a reason to be so nervous.

After picking up coffee, you were going to drive to Tom’s manor, which was the cause of your fidgeting hands. You hadn’t seen Tom since he had stopped by your office a few days ago. During that visit, he had promised to come to your house that night to discuss his family’s dirty history, but he never showed up.

You couldn’t deny that you were hurt. You were beginning to think that Tom trusted you, and valued having you on his side. And yet, it seemed that that wasn’t the case at all.

You shook your head as you approached the front of the line. You didn’t want to dwell on the negative thoughts that had been floating through your brain for the last few days. Instead, you placed your order, grabbed your drinks once they were finished, and headed to your car to begin the drive.

When you arrived at the manor, you held the drink carrier tightly in your hand before opening the front door. For someone so obsessed with stopping crime, you would have thought Tom would have made sure his door was locked more often.

You took a deep breath as you walked up the stairs, steeling yourself for the possible awkward encounter you were about to have. You weren’t sure what you would say to Tom when you saw him. Would you ask why he never showed up? What if he didn’t have a good reason? What if he just didn’t want to see you?

That last thought made your heart sink. Could that be it? Could it be that he regretted opening up to you so much?

When you reached the door to Jacob’s computer room, you paused. Whatever the answer may be, you were about to find out.

Before you could change your mind again, you pushed the door open. Jacob was sitting in his usual chair, tapping away at his keyboard as he stared at the screen in front of him. Harrison was sitting on the corner of the desk, a highlighter in his mouth and glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he read over notes you had given him on a donor family.

You cleared your throat and the two of them looked up at you, smiling as they did so.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jacob grinned widely as Harrison got up from his perch on the desk. “It’s so good to see you again!”

“It’s only been a few days, Jacob.” You smiled lightly as you walked further into the room, meeting Harrison halfway to pass him his drink.

“Yeah, but you’re fun to be around.” Jacob shrugged as you handed him his drink. “Harrison’s always busy with training, and Tom is so serious—”

“I’m hurt, Jacob.” Harrison pouted before sipping his drink. “And thanks, Y/N. You didn’t need to bring us anything.”

You shrugged as you set the carrier down on the desk before pulling out your drink. “It’s fine. Where’s Tom? I have one for him…”

“I’m right here.”

You turned around to see Tom standing in the doorway, dressed in his vigilante outfit. His leather boots were splattered with mud, and there were a few new rips in his black jeans. He pulled off his leather jacket and tossed it on the desk before tugging down his hood, running a hand through his hair and ruffling it up more. And, as always, he had his mask on.

“Hey.” You looked down quickly. “Did you just get in?”

Tom nodded. His eyes were dark, with purple splotches underneath them. “I was out all night, trailing this guy who—” He stopped talking abruptly, glancing at you. “Hey, is there caffeine in that?”

You nodded as you passed him his cup. “Yeah, uh, I have one for you. Who were you trailing?”

Tom shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about it.”

Tom tugged off his gloves, tossing them on the desk beside him. It was rare you saw him without them, except when he came to visit you at work. You stared at his hands, calloused and rough. And missing his usual T ring, although you suspected it was something he didn’t want to wear while running around the streets of New York.

Harrison glanced between the two of you, sizing up your tense exchange before asking Tom a question. Then they began discussing some topic you couldn’t pay attention to. Instead, you looked down at your hands, tuned out their conversation, and got lost in thought.

It seemed that Tom wasn’t going to even mention standing you up the other night, much less give you a reason for why he did it. You had thought that you had finally connected, but here he was. He had the mask back on, like he was trying to hide from you all over again. It frustrated you to no end.

But if Tom was going to pretend that nothing happened, then so would you. He didn’t corner the market of brushing things off. You could be just as dismissive as he was.

“Y/N?” Jacob said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hm?” You looked up quickly. “What was that?”

“I asked if you wanted a ride back into the city? I’m going to visit my Mom today, thought you might want to carpool.”

“Oh, no thanks, Jacob.” You smiled at him. “I drove my car in today. Are we already finished?”

“We’re kind of hitting a dead end.” Harrison sighed, pushing his glasses up. “We have all these families linked together, but no clear plan of how to stop it yet. Nor do we have enough information to go to the police. Not without sounding crazy, anyways.”

“The police don’t always get things right.” Tom muttered. “If we’re all done, I’m going to shower. Maybe catch a nap.”

Tom ran a hand through his hair and followed Jacob out of the room, pausing in the doorway.

“Y/N?” He spoke, looking back at you with guarded eyes.

“Yes?”

Tom held up the coffee cup. “Thanks for the drink.”

And then he disappeared out the door.

“I’m sorry.” Harrison shook his head. “I should have called this morning and told you that you didn’t need to make the trip. What a waste of gas.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged. “I don’t mind the drive. I don’t get to do much of it in the city.”

“You can hang around today, if you want.” Harrison said, shuffling some papers on the desk. “I wasn’t going to be getting up to much, anyways. My family is out of town this weekend, so I can’t go visit them.”

“I don’t want to bother you—”

“It’s no bother, really!” Harrison insisted. “I was just going to train—”

“Really?” You perked up a bit. “Could I watch?”

Harrison raised an eyebrow. “Oh. Um…I don’t—”

“Not—not like that.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks. “I mean…I’ve always wanted to fight better. And seeing as how someone tried to kill me a few weeks ago…”

“Well, there’s no time like the present to learn, I always say.” Harrison smiled. “I’ll just go change into some workout clothes and then I’ll meet you in the gym.”

You nodded, and thanked your past self for wearing leggings and a tank top that day.

You made your way to the gym, with Harrison arriving in a tank top and athletic shorts a few minutes later. He smiled as he walked in, wandering over to the wall of cabinets and drawers.

“I, uh, haven’t really trained anyone new to fighting in a while…” Harrison opened a drawer and began sorting through it. “But I figured the basics would be good for you to know. Even if no one tried to kill you again—”

You walked up behind him. “Try not to sound too disappointed.”

He cracked a smile. “Even then, it’s always smart for a girl in New York to know how to defend herself.”

Harrison pulled out a long white bandage and took your hand in his, wrapping the bandage around your hand.

“Have you ever fought anyone before?” Harrison asked curiously, securing the bandage around your right hand.

“Um…not really? The art world isn’t much for physical fighting.” You shrugged. “When did you learn?”

“I…My dad taught me, actually.” Harrison mimicked your shrug as he moved to your other hand. “He was a boxer. We…well, I always preferred books and computers to boxing gloves. Which he didn’t really like.”

“Then how did you get so good? Or, good enough to train the Silence, at least.” You asked.

“I was always good. I had my dad’s affinity for it. And that’s what made him mad.” Harrison spread your fingers gently as he wrapped the bandage between them. “I was really good at it, and it kept me from getting bullied, but I never wanted to actually do anything with it.”

“It made him mad?”

“Oh yeah.” Harrison chuckled to himself. “He used to take me to training when I was a kid, maybe around eight. I was barely tall enough to see into the ring, but he would lift me up and put me in it and have me follow along with him. He always dreamed I was going to follow in his footsteps.”

“What happened when you didn’t?” You asked, almost afraid for the answer.

“He beat the shit out of me.” Harrison shook his head. “I remember…I was fourteen, maybe early fifteen, and I told him that I wanted to quit boxing. And he asked why, and I said that I wanted to focus on school, get into a good university. Make something of myself, you know?”

You nodded as Harrison finished wrapping your hand. “I know.”

“Right, well, he didn’t know.” Harrison began wrapping his own hands, his movements quick and skilled. “He pushed me in the ring, said that in this world, I had to fight for what I wanted. And if I wanted to go to university, then I had to beat him.”

“And…and you—”

“Oh, he destroyed me.” Harrison finished one hand, tying it quickly before moving to the next one. “I mean, I was some gangly fifteen year old kid, and he was a thirty-seven year old boxer who’d been training for years. And he wasn’t quite sober, although he never really was anymore.”

“Jesus, Harrison.” You said quietly. “I don’t—I’m not really sure what to say…”

“You don’t need to say anything.” Harrison shook his head. “It’s fine. He left us a few months after that, but honestly…we were better off. And a few months after that, I met Tom. Everything worked out in the end.”

“Still…you didn’t deserve—”

“No, I didn’t.” Harrison looked down as he finished wrapping his hand. “But who does? Everyone has tough shit to go through. Jesus, look at Tom. With what happened to him, I’m surprised he’s not a blackout drunk. Or that he hasn’t put a bullet in his head.”

You flinched, and Harrison noticed.

“I—sorry.” He said quickly, flashing you a sympathetic smile. “I shouldn’t have—we’ll just get started, then.”

Harrison began showing you the proper way to stand, how to hold your body, and where to keep your hands. Then he showed you a few self defense moves, and how to get out of an attacker’s grip from different positions. He was a very patient teacher, guiding your every move and showing you again and again until you had it down.

“Good, you’re doing well, Y/N!” Harrison smiled, watching as you punched his hands. “Keep it up, five more!”

You hit his hands five more times before slumping over, pressing your hands to your knees and catching your breath. “Jesus—Christ.”

“Good job, curator.” Harrison said, tossing you a water bottle from the small fridge in the corner. “You’re pretty tough.”

“Thank—you.” You gasped, chugging half the water bottle in one go. “You’re a—good—teacher.”

Harrison laughed and put a hand on your back, opening his mouth to say something. But before he could speak, someone else did.

“Yeah, he is.”

You looked up and saw Tom standing in the gym doorway. He was freshly showered, with wet hair falling in damp curls around his forehead. He was dressed as casually as you’d ever seen him, in a pair of jeans and an old Metallica t-shirt. And, of course, the mask on his face. The mask that made it so damn hard to read his emotions. His eyes were as unreadable as always, but the tone of his voice was not particularly happy.

“Hey, Tom.” Harrison nodded at him, sipping some water from his own bottle. “Feeling better?”

“Decent.” Tom shrugged. “What are you two up to?”

“I’ve been teaching Y/N how to fight a bit.” Harrison answered. “Just in case she needs to.”

“Yeah.” Tom crossed his arms. “I’m usually there, though, right? I’m always patrolling around the museum and her apartment.”

“I said just in case, man.” Harrison smiled good naturedly. “You know, to be prepared for the worst case scenario.”

You stared at Tom as you tried to catch your breath, confused by his short answers and sudden hostility. If anyone had the right to be short and hostile, it was you.

“Right.” Harrison glanced between you and Tom, a million thoughts apparent in his eyes. “Well, I’m going to, uh…shower. And then…call my mom.”

“I thought you said your family was out of town?” You asked, frowning.

“They have phones in Chicago.” Harrison smiled quickly before exiting the room, calling a quick, “See you!” over his shoulder.

Tom and you looked at each other before quickly looking away. You fiddled with your taped hands nervously, unsure of what to say.

“So.” Tom cleared his throat as he walked to the storage cabinets. “Harrison was teaching you how to fight?”

“Yeah.” You nodded and drank more water. “He, um…he told me about his childhood. With his dad.”

“Fuck.” Tom cursed and began wrapping his hands up. “That’s heavy.”

“I just…Harrison is so sweet. I don’t understand how someone can grow up like that and turn out so…good.”

Tom grunted quietly as he pulled the tape tight. “Yeah. He’s great, isn’t he?”

“His dad…God. It’s just so shitty.”

“Yeah. Dads are shitty.” Tom shrugged as he finished wrapping his first hand. “My dad turned out to be a money laundering criminal, so…”

“Shitty.” You echoed, watching as Tom began to wrap his other hand.

“So…” Tom cleared his throat. “Want to show me what Harrison taught you?”

“Just some defense stuff. And a few punches.”

“You know…” Tom sniffed loudly and looked down, finishing up the wrap on his hand. “I…I’m always there. Watching out for you. No one…no one would even have a chance to hurt you.”

“But what if you’re not there?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tom waked over to the punching bag hanging a few feet away. “But I am there.”

You followed him over, your hands on your hips. “But what if you’re not?”

“But I am.” Tom hit the punching bag hard.

“What is the big deal?” You questioned. “I’m not a—a damsel in distress, Tom! I don’t want you to constantly be around, waiting to protect me from something! I want to be able to protect myself!”

“Oh, okay.” Tom hit the bag with a grunt. “So should I stop looking out for you, then? Just let some hitman get near you?”

You laughed incredulously, looking around the room. “Is this a joke? Why are you acting like this?”

“It just pisses me off.” Tom kept hitting the bag. “That someone can try to protect someone, and it’s not enough.”

“It’s not enough?” You echoed, raising your eyebrows in shock. “I’m sorry, did I not thank you for saving my life? Because I’m pretty sure I did!”

“Look, I’m just saying.” Tom raised his hands in the air. “If you want Harrison to train you, then I can go.”

“Oh my god.” You blinked in shock. “Is this about Harrison?”

Tom rolled his eyes. “Jesus, no—”

“It is about Harrison, isn’t it? Are you mad we were hanging out?”

“What if I am?” Tom asked, turning back to the punching bag. “What if I am mad?”

“Then that would be ridiculous.” You shook your head. “You have no right to be mad! You—Jesus, Tom, I can be friends with him, and—”

“I know!” Tom yelled, hitting the punching bag again. “I know you can be friends with him! I know that!”

“Then why are you yelling like this?” You asked. “You—you never take off that fucking mask, you don’t give me a straight answer to anything, and when I try to get you to open up, you refuse to!”

Tom grunted loudly as he hit the punching bag. “That’s not fair.”

“Well, I’m sorry if I don’t feel like being fair right now!” You yelled. “I’m sorry that I decided to hang out with someone who’s not constantly uncomfortable in my presence!”

“Hey.” Tom hit the bag one last time and then turned to glare at you. “I have a fucking right to be uncomfortable. You have no idea what I’ve gone through.”

“You’re right. I don’t. You don’t tell me anything.” You started to unravel the wrap from your hands, tossing it on the ground once it was off. “But you can’t blame me for that.”

“Y/N.”

“No, you know what?” You pulled off the last piece of wrap, throwing it at Tom’s chest. “I’m done. I’m fucking done. I’m done trying to help you, I’m done getting involved in this, and I’m done being terrified of — of getting murdered just by doing my job. I’m done.”

“Y/N.” Tom repeated.

You shook your head, and ran out of the room.

You didn’t see Tom for four days.

Harrison and Jacob were calling you constantly, emailing you every hour, and sending text after text. You guessed that Tom hadn’t told them anything about the fight you two had had, because they kept asking what had happened, and why you wouldn’t contact them.

You felt horrible ignoring their calls, but you knew you couldn’t handle seeing either of them at the moment. Every message you listened to was like a shot to the heart, and you weren’t quite sure why.

Maybe because they were the only ones leaving messages. Tom had called you, yes, but he never left a message. He never sent you a text, or an email. Just calls that you watched go to voicemail, but no voicemail was ever left.

The day before, though, you had received a bouquet of lilies. They were sitting on your office desk when you arrived, and you called Felicity in with a frown.

“Felicity,” You had asked, slipping off your jacket and hanging it on your coat rack. “Where did these come from?”

“They were delivered this morning.” She answered. “I don’t know who sent them, but I’m pretty sure there’s a card in them.”

You had walked over to examine them, and sure enough, a card was tucked amongst the blooms. You had pulled it out, feeling your insides freeze a bit when you read it.

“I miss you. –t.h”

The card was still tucked in your coat pocket, where you had stuffed it quickly after reading it. You took it out now, reading it again as you had over the last day. Tossing your coat on the back of your couch, you slipped off your work heels and fiddled with the corner of the card.

He missed you? Then why didn’t he leave any messages? Why didn’t he try to contact you more? Why didn’t he just come see you?

You got up from the couch and poured yourself a generous glass of wine, and then leaned against the counter and sighed. All you wanted was a straight answer. All you wanted was for things not to be complicated.

You finished your glass of wine quickly, and wasted no time before pouring another. Once you finished that glass, you went to pour another, but a knock on the door interrupted you.

You walked over to the front door, staring through the peephole. A blonde woman in a pantsuit and heels was outside, a smile plastered on her face.

You opened the door. “Hi?”

“Hello, Ma’am.” She said with a smile. “I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about the building. I’m looking to rent an apartment on the floor below, but the last apartment complex I rented from had so many problems. Would I be able to get your opinion on some things?”

“Oh…I don’t know—”

“I promise, it’ll only be a few minutes.” She said brightly.

“Um, okay.” You nodded, opening the door more and allowing her to come inside. “Sure…?”

“Mona.” She said. “And you are?”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You replied, watching as she looked around the living room with wide eyes.

“How long have you lived here, Y/N?” She asked curiously.

“God, um, around two years, I guess?” You shrugged, turning around to head to the kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink? Coffee? Tea? I have some wine if—”

Before you could finish your sentence, an arm wrapped around you from behind, encircling your neck and beginning to choke you. You gasped for air, struggling to throw the woman off of you.

You tried your best to remember Harrison’s training. You backed up, slamming Mona against the wall. Her head hit the mirror that adorned the wall, and you could hear the sound of the glass breaking. Her grip slackened a bit, and you looked down and stomped on her foot as hard as you could.

But she was in heels, and you were barefooted; you did more damage to yourself than her. Mona’s grip began to tighten again, and she pushed back from the wall. You used your foot again, but this time, you went for her knee, kicking with all your strength. You heard something crack, and she cried out, releasing you from her grip.

You gasped for air, running towards your bedroom. You still had the gun from the first hitman (you found it remarkable that you had to clarify that there were multiple hitmen after you) had tried to kill you with, tucked under your pillow; you thought that if you could reach it…you weren’t sure. You weren’t a killer. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and—

Before you could reach your bedroom, there was a muted bang from behind you.

Whipping back around, you saw Mona lying on the ground, her eyes wide open, and her blonde hair quickly staining red from the blood pouring out of the gun wound in the back of her head. Or, at least, the back of what used to be her head.

Standing behind her was the Silence, dressed in all black, mask on. Gun with a silencer still pointed at the corpse on the ground.

Tom stared at the body, walking towards it and staring for a moment before tossing his gun on your couch. Then he looked up at you.

You weren’t sure what to say, or do. You just stared back at him, a million words bubbling to your lips all at once, but all of them unable to pour out.

“Y/N.” Tom said quietly, his voice barely audible through his mask. “Are…are you alright?”

You nodded slowly, swallowing hard to clear the lump in your throat. “Yeah. I…yeah.”

Tom mimicked your nod. “Good. I-I’m glad.”

“There’s…” You swallowed again, trying to keep your throat clear. “Tom, there’s a dead body bleeding onto my throw rug.”

“I know.” Tom looked down at the body before walking over to you, making sure to give the body of your would-be killer a wide berth. “I know. It’s okay.”

“I don’t—what do we—” You stared at her—its—eyes. “I…I have to call my landlord…”

“No you don’t.” Tom shook his head and rested his hands on your shoulders. “Y/N, look at me. Eyes on me.”

You did as Tom said, tearing your gaze away from the body.

“Did anyone see you come home?” Tom asked.

You shook your head. “No, I…I don’t think so.”

“Good. Go downstairs, get in your car, and head to the manor. I’ll call the police. It’ll just look like this lady was trying to rob you, I stopped her, and that’s that.”

“But—”

”Go.” Tom pushed you towards the door. “Your neighbours might have heard something. We don’t have much time.”

You did as he said, grabbing your bag off the counter and hurrying to your car.

The entire drive to the manor, your mind was a blur. You kept seeing the body over and over, everywhere you looked. When you reached the manor, you parked your car, but couldn’t make yourself get out. You just sat in the driver’s seat, staring out the windshield.

A knock on the window made you jump, and you looked to your left to see Tom knocking on your window.

“Open the door, Y/N.” He said quietly.

You did as he said and he motioned for you to move to the passenger seat, which you did also. Tom sat down in the driver’s seat, staring at you as you stared straight ahead.

“I don’t…” Tom sighed, pulling his hood own and running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Someone just tried to kill me. Again. And you killed them. Again.” You said in a flat voice. “There is nothing you can say, Tom. There’s not.”

Tom nodded, looking down at his hands. “There is, actually. I…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You looked up at him, and he sighed before continuing.

“I didn’t…I was late tonight. If you hadn’t fought back, if you hadn’t done what Harrison had taught you…” He inhaled raggedly. “I should have taught you all that. I was stupid, and arrogant, and I thought I was enough for…enough for you. But I wasn’t. I’m not. I’m so sorry.”

“Tom…” You said softly. There wasn’t anything else you could say.

“I do trust you. I know I don’t act like I do, but I do. I—being around you is—you’re so wonderful. And you—you don’t even know it. I’m not—you don’t make me uncomfortable. My…feelings for you…they’re what makes me uncomfortable.” Tom touched his mask lightly. “And I-I’m going to prove it.”

“Tom—”

“Please.” He said softly, looking into your eyes. “Don’t say anything right now. Just let me…”

Tom unhooked the side of his mask, pulling it off and dropping it slowly to his lap. And then, for the first time, the Silence turned to look at you without his mask.

He looked so different, but still the same. The natural light coming through your cars windows revealed so much more than the artificial fluorescent light at the museum. There was a small scar at the top right corner of his lip that you hadn’t noticed before. Then again, you hadn’t ever stared at him so closely before. His lips were slightly more chapped than usual, but more pink than you had ever seen them. And he looked…so hardened. But so young.

“This is…this is me.” He looked down at the mask, almost like he was speaking to it. “My name is Thomas Stanley Holland. I had a twin, named William. I have three other brothers. I…I run around, trying to fix my own past by fixing the present.” He swallowed hard. “I’ve killed people. Not good people. Not because I wanted to, really. But sometimes…I did. Want to. And I…I’m selfish. Because even though—even though you just saw something so incredibly horrific and you’re clearly in shock, all I want to do right now is kiss you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and Tom turned his head up to look at you. His eyes were so brown, and so warm, and so afraid.

Wordlessly, you took the mask from his grip, tossing it onto the floor of the car. Then you cupped his cheek.

“I think…sometimes, you deserve to be selfish a bit.” You said quietly. You could feel the heat of his skin under your hand, could almost picture his heart pumping the blood to his cheek. “Take off your gloves, Tom.”

He did what you asked, pulling off the leather fingerless gloves and letting them fall into his lap. He then looked at you with wide eyes. It was the most unsure you had ever seen him in your life.

Wordlessly, you took his hand and brought it to your cheek, pressing it against your skin. His breath hitched, and you leaned into his touch.

Tom’s eyes fluttered close for a moment, his breathing short and shuddering. You wondered if he had ever allowed himself to be this intimate with anyone. To touch a person’s cheek just to feel their warmth, and not expect anything in return.

You watched Tom’s throat move as he swallowed, heard the sound of it in the enclosed space of the car.

“There’s…there’s this painting at the MoMA.” Tom’s breathing was shallow. “By Magritte. The Lovers II. And it—it’s two people—”

“—wearing covers over their faces and kissing. I know.” You finished for him. It was the painting that you had been talking to his brother about at the investor’s ball, just before you had met him—not the Silence, but Tom—for the first time. “I love it.”

“It…it’s my favourite.” Tom admitted. “It always has been, since I was young. But now I—I go and I stare at it. And I wonder why Magritte chose to paint it. What he wanted to convey with it. If he knew—”

You interrupted Tom’s words with a kiss, your lips pressing against his in haste. Tom quickly responded, the hand that wasn’t cupping your cheek moving to the back of your neck and tangling in your hair. When Tom pulled back after a moment, you tried to think of words to say, to explain your interruption.

“Um…” You cleared your throat. “If he knew…what?”

Tom gave a small smile. “If he knew that, one day, the son of a disgraced businessman would be standing in front of it, before putting on a mask of his own.”

The corner of your mouth tilted up. “I’m no expert, but—well, actually, I am an expert. And I don’t think Magritte had any idea that would happen.”

Tom chuckled, but the sound was tinged with darkness. “Yeah. Figures. I didn’t know it would happen, either.”

And then he kissed you again. And you forgot about the darkness all at once.

{part VI}

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naptis-lucis-caelum · 6 years

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HAPPY 420 (Noctis x Reader)

welllll it’s officially 420 and I’m stoned so might as well right? based on this photo of Noct, Iggy, and Prompto getting high as fuck floating around, posted by his-shining-tears, and the source says Twitter but the link just goes to the homepage. if anybody knows the original source, kindly send it to my inbox please! idk why it got fluffy in the end, but yall know me i’m a thirsty Noctis hoe and will do just about anything to write about him lmao. AANNNNDDD ENJOY

p.s. I know they’re in a tent in the photo but wtv

Rating: SFW

Pairing(s): Noctis Lucis Caelum/Reader

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Warning(s): Drugs, swearing

Plot Summary: The guys invite you to celebrate the mystical stoner holiday of 4/20 with a little help from Gladio’s not-so-secret stash.

Words: 2,143

As soon as you finished your last lecture for the day, your phone began to vibrate violently in your pocket.

New Message from CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD:

WRU????

“Oh, for the love of–” you hurriedly scrolled down in order to hide that extremely compromising photo of the Crown Prince and his Crownsguard.

You lowered the brightness of your screen and scrolled back up again, pinching the screen and zooming on their faces. The only thing that gave Prompto’s current state of mind away was the redness in his eyes; Iggy was clearly stoned, with his eyes almost invisible; while Noct’s cheeky grin-and-thumbs-up combination made your heart flutter a little bit. Leaving the classroom, you replied,

omfg whose stash are u smoking?

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: irrelevant question

You knew for a fact that Ignis had grabbed Prompto’s phone to send that reply himself.

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: u didnt answer the question

i just finished class

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: k cool were at the apartment

The sender’s disregard for mentioning whose apartment they were in specifically only meant that the person currently holding Prompto’s phone was none other than the owner of the apartment himself, Noctis.

...is that an invitation or

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: obvs

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: hurry

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: AND BRING FOOD

With two paper bags filled with chips, candy, and Ebony, you stepped off the elevator and entered the hallway. You could already smell the dank from there, hearing laughter faintly echoing the corridor. The noise gradually got louder as made your way to the apartment, confirming that they were indeed the laughter of your friends.

After a bit of struggling, you finally managed to ring the doorbell. Obvious shuffling from the other side of the door moved closer to you until a blondie opened the door.

“She’s here!” Prompto yelled out. He looked back at you and noticed the bags you were carrying, taking them off your hands and adding, “And she bought the food, guys!”

You closed the door behind you and followed Prompto into the living room. On the floor sat the other two who appeared in the photo; they were missing an additional person. You stared at each of their obviously stoned faces one by one, adding two and two together until it hit you.

“So,” you grinned, joining their circle and taking the space between Noctis and Ignis. “Does Gladio know you’re smoking his weed?”

Noct chuckled lazily, “Nope, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Ignis passed you a freshly rolled joint and a lighter. “Spark it?” he offered with a sluggish smile.

“Why thank you, Iggy.”

You took the joint and placed the filter between your lips, leaning forward as Ignis sparked the lighter. You took a puff, then another, and one more until the burn looked even from your end. A deep exhale with a cloud of smoke escaped your lips, adding to the already low visibility of the room. Psychedelic rock music softly blasted from Noct’s speakers on the table as you passed it over to Prompto who was busy digging in.

He grabbed the joint and took a sip of water. “You guys know what,” he inhaled sharply. “I love eating.”

Prompto took another puff, holding it in for a couple seconds before releasing completely. He passed it to Iggy who just opened a can of Ebony. Careful, he took a quick sip from his fountain of youth and followed it with a deep inhale of his perfect roll.

“And I love Ebony.”

The Prince happily accepted Iggy’s joint offer, moving forward to grab it before leaning back on the couch. He stretched out his right leg and fixed his left knee up.

Giggling, he took his first drag of the new joint. “And I love–” He turned to you for a second then quickly looked away, shaking his head. “Lucis!” he quickly finished, exhaling the smoke.

“You always get nationalistic when you’re high,” you pointed out, erupting in laughter with Prompto and Iggy.

Noct joined in and ran a hand through his midnight hair, “It’s because I think the past Kings of Lucis try to speak to me when I’m stoned!”

The roaring got louder with his comment and the joint started another cycle. You took it from Noct and passed it on to Prompto who kept it between his thumb and index fingers.

“Do you guys think the past Kings see us right now?” he asked.

“If they did,” Noct said. “I just wanna say sorry to my great-great-great-grandfather’s grandfather,” he finished off.

Next thing you knew, Noct was already handing the joint to you. Has it been that long already? Or did I space out? Wow, this is some pretty good shit.

Your eyes began to droop, but from the corner of your eye, you could see the Prince watching you take a hit. Unsure of whether it was the weed or just you, you started to become more conscious of your actions as you handed the half-joint over to the marksman. Prompto let it hang on the corner of his lips for a few moments, fixing the snacks you had bought on the table in the middle of your circle.

“... I’m fairly certain His Majesty’s done his fair share of rule breaking,” Ignis chimed in, snapping you back into reality.

Okay, you were transcending your current realm.

You shook your head to look at the three men chatting away. You must’ve been quiet for a while now, considering the fact that you weren’t entirely sure what they were on about.

“King Regis toking? Fuck me, that’d make for one hell of a cover!” Noct exclaimed as he entered a fit of laughter.

Slowly, Iggy exhaled once more and a cloud of smoke appeared above your heads. He tapped Noct’s arm and showed him the remaining of the joint, prompting him to calm down a little bit so he could take his hit.

“Your old man? A stoner?” Prompto reiterated with his thumb under his chin. “I could so picture it, dude!”

“And as it turns out, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Ignis teased.

“Get off my dick, Iggy,” Noct joked in response, making all of you laugh this time. “And stop trying to sneak vegetables in my food all the damn time. If you like them so much, just eat it yourself!” He puffed out and stretched his arm out to you. “You should roach this,” he suggested with a faint smile quirking up his lips.

“Nah, go ahead,” you offered back. “You’re already holding it.”

“But you just got here!” he retorted, moving his arm up and down to add emphasis to the burning joint. “Those in favor, say I.”

“I!” Prompto and Iggy voted together, raising their right hands in support.

You shrugged, “If you insist.”

You roached what was left of the roll, then killed it on the ashtray on the table. The moment you leaned back on the couch, you felt a tap on your arm and saw Noctis doing the exact same thing he was doing just now.

“Wait, what the fuck?” you said out loud, looking over at the filter of the last joint on the ashtray, then back at the joint Noctis was holding. “Didn’t I just kill one?”

“Dude, that was ages ago,” Prompto answered you as his right hand dove inside a bag of chips.

“No way,” you replied in disbelief.

On your left, Noct refrained himself from chuckling, in turn making Iggy chuckle too. The two of them looked at each other and, unable to control themselves, burst into a mixture of heavy wheezing and loud ha-has.

Your eyes switched from studying Noct and Iggy’s face, bouncing back and forth as you watched them either slap their thigh or clap their hands. The Prince favored the thigh slap more, while the Royal Advisor preferred to clap his leathered hands.

“Ah, you’re so fucking cute when you’re stoned,” Noct blurted out, turning his head to face your blush-mantled cheeks.

You rolled your eyes in a response but you could feel the heat on your face rising. Mockingly, you grabbed the not-so-new joint from his fingers and inhaled. “I swear,” you held your breath. “I just roached the other one.”

“If you did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, now would we?” Prompto fired back as he pulled his hand out to take the joint.

You paused, “But we were having a totally different conversation before this.”

“Indeed,” Iggy nodded. “Prompto and I best be going.”

“Huh?” you responded. “I just got here, Iggy! Come on, stay a while longer?”

“Just got here?” a voice from below you asked.

You looked down and found Noct’s head resting on your lap, his glassy blue eyes looking straight into yours. Once you began to feel the physicality of your body, you found your right hand unconsciously combing through his hair. When did he lie down?

“Yeah, didn’t we just...?” You pointed over at the overflowing ashtray on the table, spotting the countless filters resting on top of each other. The food was completely devoured, and you realized you actually felt pretty full.

“Holy shit, how stoned are you?” Prompto taunted. “It’s almost midnight and I’m fuckin’ sleepy.”

“Again, you guys don’t have to go,” Noct said. “Just sleep here!”

Iggy and Prompto looked at each other, rolling their eyes at that comment he just made. You stared as the two of them conversed with their eyes, obviously making sure you wouldn’t get the hint.

“Nah, I’d rather sleep on my own bed,” Prompto declined.

“I share the same sentiments,” Iggy nodded, moving his hand up to adjust his glasses. “By the way, Noct, I’m in no mood to drive so I’ll be leaving the Regalia in your hands.”

“Ha,” Noctis scoffed. “I’m a great driver!”

“I meant to say, ‘don’t fuck it up.’” Ignis bit back. “Goodnight, you two.”

"Later!” Prompto called out.

This left you and Noctis’ head on your thighs all alone. You awkwardly continued to play with the softness of his hair, pretending like this was a normal occurrence in your friendship. He attempted to do the same, lightly grazing the thumb on his right hand over your left knee.

Finally, he cleared his throat and broke the silence. “I don’t... I don’t think you’re in the condition to drive,” he stated.

“I-I–”

Was he seriously asking you to sleep there?

“I think I’ll be fine,” you nodded.

“Please, I insist!” he maintained. “If anything terrible happened to you...”

Noct’s voice trailed off but he kept his eyes locked on yours.

You took a deep breath, “Alright. Alright, yeah, sure.”

Okay, he gets it, you’re staying the night. Calm down.

“Cool!” he squeaked, getting up and patting the dust from his cargo pants away. “I’ll... I’ll get the couch ready. You can take my bed,” he generously presented.

“Noct,” you titled your head. “Please, I’ll take the couch. I don’t wanna displace you in your home.”

He scratched the back of his head and aired out a laugh, “It’s no big deal, really!”

Your heart began to beat faster as the seconds passed. Finally, you plucked up the courage and proposed,

“I don’t mind sharing the bed.”

His sea blue eyes grew wide for a moment before he quickly bobbed his head up and down in extreme concurrence. You entered the bedroom behind him, and even though you’ve been in there countless times before, being along with Noctis was pushing your mind into overdrive, your heart into arrest, and your primal want into a need.

As you settled into bed with him, all cleaned up and still quite blazed, you snuggled up to his side and patted his arm in an upward motion. He looked down at you and grinned, lifting his arm up and allowing you to place your head on his shoulder. Tilting your body sideways, you closed your eyes and rested your hand on his chest.

It was a relief to know that his heart was beating just as fast as yours.

“Happy 420,” he said randomly, causing you both to giggle.

“Happy 420, Noct.”

He planted what seemed like a long, overdue kiss on your forehead. Maybe the next time you smoke together, the two of you will finally be vocal about how you feel for each other.

#noctis x reader #noctis lucis caelum #ffxv fanfiction #naptis writes #happy 420 #chocobros #prompto argentum #ignis scientia

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banditchika · 7 years

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noelle and akarsha’s very fun, very gay (study) date

word count: 4560

fandom: butterfly soup

ship: akarsha/noelle

author’s notes: i can’t believe i’ve done this? i mean. i can, just as i also know that i stayed up till four to finish this fic, and that w/o my friends i wouldn’t have had completed this at all. thank you @nytenchanter @trashikino @thereforebucket for beta-ing this hot mess!! i couldnt have done this without yall!! anyways please enjoy this fic, it isn’t of course any way associated with butterfly soup canon beyond being set immediately after the game. i really loved playing butterfly soup, n i hope other ppl give it a try too! you can download the game at itch.io!

This is a terrible idea. An awful idea. An idea of catastrophic potential, and she means that in the worst possible way. Just last night, Noelle had sat at her desk and scribbled out a full page of equations to calculate how terrible of an idea this is. Unfortunately, Akarsha is not someone who can be contained within equations.

Noelle drums her fingers against her leg, trying not to stare at her mother from the corner of her eye. The silence presses down on Noelle like a library’s worth of books, and she struggles to bite her tongue. The quiet makes her skin itch — but silence, at least, is bearable. It’s hardly as though speaking with her mother would be beneficial, anyways. Conversations always devolve into screaming matches unless Noelle bites her cheek hard enough to taste iron. No, she doesn’t need that today, of all days. Handling Akarsha in general is trial enough; she doesn’t need an argument with her mother on top of it. Speaking of Akarsha — where is she? Noelle chances a glance at the dashboard, watches the numbers blink green: 12:33, 12:33, 12:33, 12:34…

Her mother sighs and turns the radio on. Mandarin crackles through the speakers of their car. Noelle folds her arms, presses her forehead against the window. She hates this program. It’s news in the barest sense — opinion pieces at best and superstitious fear-mongering at the very worst; and not to forget, a commercial every intermission for beef balls that Noelle thinks Diya would like if Noelle didn’t hate them to the point of refusing to eat them. Noelle’s been listening to that same commercial since she was in fourth grade.

12:53. Noelle squints. Over fifteen minutes past the time they agreed to meet. She scans the front of the library for Akarsha’s ridiculous jacket, or even her stupid buns. Nothing. A few teenagers linger on the steps: a girl with glasses and a denim jacket, a man with spiky blonde hair and a red suit, and someone Noelle vaguely recognizes as an upperclassman.

No sign of Akarsha.

Noelle shifts uneasily. She pulls out her phone and flips it open, keying in Akarsha’s number with practiced efficiency. She could have set her to speed dial like she did Diya, but. Noelle won’t give Akarsha the satisfaction. She can already imagine the teasing that would ensue, and Noelle has better things to do than enable Akarsha’s tomfoolery.

“What are you doing?”

Noelle’s teeth find her cheek. She thinks better of biting down and shows her mom the phone screen, holding her tongue as her mother leans over the console to squint at it. Thank goodness Noelle hasn’t pulled up Akarsha’s contact page. She doesn’t know what she’d do if her mother decides to question Akarsha’s ridiculous icon.

At least her username is no longer YAOI SEME.

“Akarsha is late,” Noelle explains, voice strained. “She’s not here.”

“Then call her. Your friend is so irresponsible.” Noelle bites down. She agrees, but the way her mother twists her words burns at her. So Akarsha is her friend and not competition; but only when it’s convenient? Noelle should be used to this by now, but her patience wears thinner and thinner by the day. It’s worrying. Noelle, of all people, should have control over her emotions.

“How is this girl giving you so much trouble when she can’t even be punctual to a study date?” Noelle’s mother continues. Her teeth cut into her cheek: it’s beginning to feel tender. “You aren’t working hard enough. I’m going to buy new workbooks for you. Finish them when you come home.” Noelle tastes iron. Her mother takes her silence as acquiescence; she turns the knob of the radio with bony fingers. Noelle takes a deep breath and presses call.

Akarsha picks up on the third ring. “What’s cooler than being cool? Iiiiiice cold! Alright alright alright alri — ” “Where are you?” Noelle spits, chancing a glance at her mother. She does not look impressed, but is at least transfixed by whatever story the program anchor is spinning. “You’re twenty minutes late. You said you would be on the steps.”

“… Uh.” Noelle can picture Akarsha’s smile grow strained, eyes flicking away. “I am?”

“You are not!” “Seriously, I am! Come on dude, you’ve got your contacts on, right? I’m in front of the library.”

Noelle frowns. If this is one of Akarsha’s games —

She rolls down the window. The girl sitting on the steps, innocuous in her oversized glasses and denim jacket, raises a hand like a salute. She has a phone pressed to her ear.

“Hey, Frenchman. Missed me, now you gotta kiss me!” Akarsha’s grin is infuriatingly smug, even from thirty five feet away.

Noelle hangs up.

“What’s wrong with your hair?”

“That’s the first thing you say?” Akarsha whispers. “I guess you don’t want none unless I got buns, huh?” She swings her bookbag over her shoulder. Noelle glares at it. A bookbag — an actual, honest to goodness bookbag, without a hint of rainbow or iridescence anywhere. There aren’t even pins decorating it. Noelle didn’t think Akarsha owned anything that wasn’t calculated to be ridiculous and irritating.

“Be serious!” Noelle jabs her in the side. Akarsha stumbles and grabs at her arm, breath whooshing out of her lungs. Noelle doesn’t dare look over her shoulder, where her mother hovers like a vulture over a battlefield. Or Diya racing after a foul ball, or something requiring a similar amount of fervent focus.

“I am, dude, I am.” Akarsha pulls out a seat at a table hidden just behind the stacks and swoops into a bow, gesturing grandly at it. Noelle seethes. “C’mon, where’s the trust?”

She also pulls out a chair for Noelle’s mom. When she shakes her head, Akarsha favors her with a smile that doesn’t turn up the corners of her eyes and sits down. Noelle loathes the sight of it. Akarsha doesn’t look like herself — her foolish, irritating self. She’s wearing pants, for one thing. That should be a good sign. It’s not a good sign. Noelle pulls her things from her bookbag, and Akarsha does the same. Her school supplies are thankfully still her own: there’s Akarsha’s stupid bending pencil, an eraser shaped like a crayon, and — is that one of Noelle’s pens!? Akarsha said she’d returned it!

Noelle’s breath hisses out of her, and she wishes she were close enough to stomp on Akarsha’s toes.

[“Stop that.”] Her mother’s voice is gratingly loud from where she looms behind Noelle. [“You’ll sigh all your virtues away.”]

[“That isn’t scientific.”] Noelle tears a sheet of notebook paper more forcefully than she should. Akarsha doesn’t even lift her head, much less comment. [“It is impossible for virtue to manifest physically, much less have a unit of measurement.”]

[“Still. It’s a bad habit. Concentrate on your work.”] Noelle bites her cheek and writes her name with a heavy hand: upper right hand corner, name, date, and period.

Noelle isn’t one to put stock in miracles — those are for idiots and slackers, and she is neither — but Noelle is almost willing to become a believer when Akarsha — somehow! — manages to restrain herself from doing anything foolish in front of Noelle’s mother. It’s terrifying, frankly. Akarsha cups her cheek in her palm, turns her gaze towards her work, and then scribbles away without pause with Noelle’s (stolen!) pen. She doesn’t lift her head from her textbook, not even once. Her assignment, aside from sloppily boxed answers, is immaculate; no sign of little green men or ridiculously large-eyed anime characters in the margins. Akarsha hasn’t asked a single question: not even if pigeons have feelings.

Noelle is so busy sneaking glances at her that the nib of her own pen skitters across the edge of her paper, leaving an ugly line where a neat three should have been. Noelle sighs — her mother’s eyes bore into her back — and carefully whites it out.

It’s almost terrifyingly easy to fall into a routine. Akarsha is so quiet that Noelle can almost forget she’s there. If it weren’t for the way she flips the pen between her fingers, Akarsha would have blended into the library, just another faceless student against the backdrops of shelves and books. Noelle can almost imagine that she’s alone in her room, with nothing but the snake on her bed for company.

How disturbing. Akarsha is loud, irritating, her very presence like a desperate cry for attention. Noelle doesn’t like this.

[“I’m leaving.”] She nearly jumps when her mother speaks again, after nearly — Noelle checks her watch — half an hour of oppressive silence. Noelle says nothing, then startles when her mother presses a thin ten dollar bill into her hand. Her fingers close around it. [“Go buy lunch when you’re finished studying, then come home.”]

[“Alright.”] Her mother is in an unusually good mood. Noelle is accustomed to pushing and pushing and pushing without thanks — only the expectation that she’ll have to do even more, even better, striving for a finish line that moves further every time Noelle thinks she has it in sight. This is… unusual, but even Noelle gets pocket money sometimes. Like during New Years, when her parents parade her in front of their relatives and Noelle plays the violin, then patiently plays even more for curious aunts and uncles, eager to point at her and whisper to their own children. Sometimes, Noelle even gets to keep some of the crisp bills in those scented red envelopes. She saves those for the days that she manages to sneak away to visit a boba shop with Diya and Akarsha.

Noelle folds the bill into the plastic of her binder. Perhaps she’ll do that now. She feels full to bursting with questions as Akarsha lifts her head and politely — politely! — bids her mother goodbye. What. Noelle hadn’t known Akarsha was even capable of basic etiquette — or at least around her. She still remembers that disgusting D-triad fart. Animal.

With Noelle’s mother out of sight, Akarsha sighs and pushes her glasses up to the top of her head. She rubs her eyes. Something in Noelle snaps.

“Alright, that’s enough,” she says, slapping her palms against the table. She regrets it immediately when they begin to sting. Akarsha raises her brows, the beginnings of a smile playing on her lips. “What’s up, dude?”

“Explain.” Noelle gestures at her, all of her. Akarsha has had her stupid hairstyle since the very day they’d met. Seeing her now, with all of it hanging loose around her face, worries her. Yes, worries, because Noelle’s heart is beating too quickly, and everything about this situation feels off, like coming home only to find all the furniture moved an inch to the side. Noelle is right to be concerned. Everything about the girl in front of her is inconsistent with the Akarsha that Noelle sees every day. She wants to know why.

“It’s cosplay.” Akarsha laughs and leans out of slapping range. “I can’t believe you’ve done this.”

“There are many unknowable things in the universe.” Akarsha strikes a thoughtful pose. Noelle sinks in her seat to kick her shin. She winces. “Look: this is fine, isn’t it? Your mom’s off your back, I get to wear a sweet jacket — everyone’s winning!”

“I do not understand how a change in attire, hairstyle, and behavior would be considered a universal victory.”

Akarsha clutches at her chest. “My kokoro is brokoro, Frenchman! I thought we were buddies, pals, homies!” She wipes her eyes. “Friendos to the endos, homodach — ”

Noelle raises a finger.

“Never,” she hisses, “say that to me again.” Noelle scowls and sips at her thermos. Akarsha’s giggles echo through the stacks, and she only falls quiet when a librarian pokes his head around a shelf and glares.

Akarsha is still smiling. Noelle shakes her head. Though her answer is still less than satisfactory, Noelle is content with her being normal again.

Akarsha pulls out a pencil bag shaped like a fish. Every scale is printed in perfect detail. It looks ready to flail its way out of her hand, and Noelle scrunches up her face, ready to scold.

Yes, normal. As much as Akarsha is ever normal, anyways.

“It’s hot. Must be my fault.”

“It is not.” Noelle ties her jacket around her waist. Typical Californian weather: chilly enough for a sweater in the morning and scorching hot in the afternoon. Oakland, however, tends to be cooler than other cities in the state. Noelle blames global warming for this atrocity.

“It’s gotta be. That’s why there’s no clouds today, y’see — ” Akarsha squints into the sun. Noelle smacks her. She’s going to ruin her eyesight! “The sun saw me and parted them to say, ‘shizz girl, you fine.’ And that’s why it’s so hot.”

“That is not why.” Noelle takes a deep breathe to explain precipitation, condensation, the movements of the planet and sun — but Akarsha pulls a rubber band off her wrist and Noelle’s explanation dries up in her throat.

Akarsha gathers her hair with both hands, pulling it up to expose the nape of her neck. Noelle stares: because she wants to strangle her, obviously. But gently. Just enough so that Akarsha would stop spouting stupidity like a fountain.

“‘Shizz girl, you fine.’”

“What?” “That’s what you’re thinkin’ right now, huh?” Akarsha puts a fist to her chin, denim creaking across her shoulders. Noelle scowls. “And so the Frenchman learned to love, the spell cast upon her castle thawed, and the faithful servants of the Eiffel Tower knew humanity once again.” “Shut up! This isn’t a Disney production.” Noelle steps on Akarsha’s foot. It feels bizarre. Shoes! She’s wearing actual shoes, like a sane person! Noelle glowers at Akarsha’s feet, cursing her flip flops as much as the lack of them. “And how many times do I have to tell you to stop saying that!? I don’t live in the Eiffel Tower. I am not French. This is misinformation.”

“How mean,” Akarsha sighs, sticking her hands in her pockets. She hops up to sit at the foot of a statue overlooking the steps and peers down at Noelle. She glares right back, defiant. “So, what are you gonna do now?”

“I don’t understand. Please rephrase the question.” “I dunno what other way I can say it, dude.” Akarsha’s fingers fan out, shoulders hunching as though to shrug. “Like, we’re done here, aren’t we?” She gestures at their book bags, the papers and textbooks and supplies neatly tucked away. “Study date’s over. What are you gonna do now?”

“… I’ll purchase something to drink, then call my mother.” Noelle traces a finger along the slit of her binder, where the money hides behind a copy of her schedule.

“You’re skippin’ lunch?” Akarsha squints at her arms. “They say you are what you eat, but you don’t gotta take being a noodle so religiously. Relax. Smell the roses. Feed the Beast. Del Taco.”

“….” Akarsha seems to be making up for her docility tenfold, every infuriating quirk magnified now that they’ve left the library. Noelle doesn’t have the energy to deal with this. She starts down the steps without Akarsha, only turning to wait once she’s reached the bottom. The tell-tale sound of feet skipping — and slipping — follow her down, until Akarsha thumps right next to her. “Woah.” Akarsha’s arms pinwheel. Noelle grabs her by the shoulder and steadies her, eyebrows raised. “Converse — minus two to acrobatics.”

“And here I thought that clowns were supposed to be good at gymnastics.” “How mean!” “I only speak the truth.” The banter and tomfoolery is comforting, in its own way. Despite the memory of the quiet, somber Akarsha that Noelle can’t burn from her mind and the new hairstyle and attire, it’s still her. Still the same idiot fool.

Noelle glances at her watch. 1:36. Her family won’t expect a call from her until at least three thirty. She looks at Akarsha: Akarsha, her hair tied in a knot at the base of her neck and glasses sitting atop her head, looking almost respectable with her mouth closed and her perpetual slouch hidden by a curtain of denim.

She can work with this. Noelle folds her arms across her chest, a smile tugging up at the corners of her lips. “Akarsha. Did you bring money with you?”

“Hi, can I get a… uhhhh…. Taro milk tea with pudding?” Akarsha glances over her shoulder. Noelle tilts her head, then winces as the weight of her ponytail pulls at her scalp. She needs a haircut — to thin it out, if nothing else.

“A milk tea with boba, please. No ice.” The cashier rings them up. Akarsha pays.

They seat themselves as far away from the incriminating table as possible, but Noelle still scowls at the leg that Min-seo had broken. It has since been repaired with liberal amounts of tape, but Noelle won’t forgive. Noelle won’t forget.

“Dude, I can’t believe that worked.”

“We were disguised, last we came.” Noelle counts change from her coin purse and hands it over to Akarsha, along with a few folded dollar bills. Akarsha takes it.

Noelle bends at the waist, tugging her hair free from its tail. It falls in a curtain around her face. Noelle grimaces as she straightens up again, sweeping it back from her eyes. She turns to see Akarsha grinning. “What.”

“For a second there, you looked like the Grudge.” A clicking groan grinds out of Akarsha’s throat. She croaks for a full ten seconds. Noelle stares, unimpressed. “You should wear your hair like that next Halloween. I bet you could make a little kid cry.” “And since when were your costume choices credible enough for me to take your advice?” Noelle crosses her arms. “All you did for Halloween this year was remove your windbreaker.”

“What are you talking about Frenchman? I should have gotten an award for my costume, it was so terrfyin’. I was…” Akarsha grins. “A heterosexual.”

Noelle almost smiles. She bares her teeth instead, but Akarsha’s eyes crinkle anyways, bright from behind the glare of her glasses. Whatever. Noelle will let it slide, just this once; she knows from experience that pressing the point will result in more terrible jokes than Noelle ever needs to hear in her lifetime. If Akarsha tells her that she’s ‘all bi herself’ one more time…

“Hey, what if we spiked up Min’s hair and like, dressed her up in orange? Do you think we could sneak her in that way?” Akarsha puts a fist to her chin. Noelle glances at the windows, where Min’s face — and Diya’s, to Noelle’s outrage — is plastered for everyone to see. NO ENTRY is scrawled under Min’s picture.

She scowls at it. She’s… well, pleased for them both, she supposes, but no one has any business looking so self-satisfied after getting banned from a restaurant on their first date.

“I doubt it. Her face is plastered all over the store. Disguise or no, any employee that failed to recognize her wouldn’t be worth the air conditioning they stand in.” “How mean! … Seriously, that’s harsh. Remind me never to work at a store you’re managin’.”

“Hm. Well, I doubt either of us will ever have to work in a restaurant. Our grades are high enough.” Noelle’s clawed and fought her way up to the top, Akarsha trailing just at her heels. What else would their hard work have been for, if not to secure themselves a privileged future? Noelle turns her nose into the air and grins. The motion feels plastic when Akarsha’s eyes flick away. “Nah, I guess you wouldn’t. Not that I wanna either — I don’t hate myself enough to work in a fast food joint if I had another choice.” Akarsha takes off her glasses and fiddles with the arms. She is strangely hesitant. “But it’s an option. Options are good.”

“I don’t understand. If you’re the best, then you are the optimal candidate.” Noelle frowns. “You can go anywhere in your field if you are the only option.” Akarsha opens her mouth, then seems to think better of it. Eventually she shakes her head. “I’m just sayin’ that you never know what might happen. Maybe kaiju will descend on the planet and we have to pilot giant robots while having identity crises to fight ‘em. Maybe someone’s gonna leak alien files, and all the stuff that we put stock into is gonna burst around us. Pop! Like a bubble. Or maybe we’re gonna wake up one day and realize that this, all of this?” Akarsha gasps, hand over her heart. “Oh no! All just a dream.”

She tries to punch Noelle’s arm. Noelle leans away.

“Come on, Noelle! If it hurts, then we’re actually here. Unless it’s an elaborate simulation and even our sensory experiences aren’t real — say, ever heard of simulacra? It’s wild stuff — ”

“Shut up!” Noelle, fed up, grabs Akarsha’s face. Akarsha’s eyes are wide as Noelle claps both hands over her mouth. Noelle shakes her head. “Someone with so much to say should put their mouth to good use. But of course you can’t even do that much!”

Akarsha’s brow furrows. Noelle shrieks when something slimy paints a wet stripe along her palm and leaps back, arms pinwheeling. She trips and folds up on herself, landing on the floor in a heap.

Every eye in the store turns to her.

“… Sorry,” she mutters, raising a hand toward the nearest employee. The waitress glares at Noelle as though her fall triggered a reflex to fight and kill.

Akarsha’s whispered ‘yikes!’ pierces the quiet. Noelle wants to wither, and smacks away every attempt Akarsha makes to help her up.

“Dude, that must have been… the Invisible Man.” Noelle wipes her hand on the arm of Akarsha’s jacket while Akarsha isn’t looking, too busy scrubbing her cheek against her shoulder to notice.

“There is no Invisible Man! Why did you lick me!?” Noelle fumbles in her bookbag for hand sanitizer. Of all the disgusting things to do! The Akarsha that Noelle knows and loathes has returned in full-force.

“Uh, ‘cuz you were grabbing my face? That’s a normal reaction to have!”

“No, it is not!” Noelle pops the cap and lets the sanitizer pool in her palm. She scrubs vigorously. “Do you know where my hands have been!?”

“… Nowhere fun, I hope.” Akarsha shoves her glasses on her face, then seems to think better of it and pushes it up above her temple. She grins, so widely that her face scrunches up with it. “That’s not how they flirt in France, right? Grab people and talk like movie villains?”

“For the final time, stop telling people I’m — ”

“Order number 16!”

“Wao! That’s us!” Akarsha whirls around her and bumps a shoulder into Noelle’s back. Her voice is strained, like she’s trying to fight back a laugh. “Come on, Frenchman, we can talk about your background later. Like your robot roots. Take me to your leader.”

“Akaaaarsha!”

“We should avoid Snowcastle from now on. At least for a few months.” Noelle pokes her straw at her drink. The pointed end bounces off the plastic top. Noelle glowers at it, then tries again. This time, she breaks through.

“Yeah. I think we left an impression on the cashier.” Akarsha’s sitting on the curb, drink balanced between her knees. She’s already drained a quarter of her taro tea and eagerly sucks up the pudding gilding the bottom. “At least we didn’t get banned in disguise!”

“Don’t say that. The bar is too low; we are not repeating the Diya and Min-seo incident.”

“Okay, but you gotta admit that was hilarious.”

“It was not! We destroyed private property, and technically we aren’t even allowed to be here!”

“But here you are. You’re doing a crime, dude. I’m proud of you!”

“I don’t want it!”

Gravel crunches as a car pulls into the lot. Her mother is behind the wheel; so soon? But she’d only called… half an hour ago. Noelle’s brow furrows. She could have sworn that only half that had passed.

Akarsha stands. Her fingers flex around her drink. The glasses are back on her face, and Noelle still isn’t accustomed to them. It’s likely because Akarsha doesn’t seem to be as well, constantly hooking them off the collar of her shirt or pushing it up onto her head.

“I’m going now,” Noelle says stiffly, then wonders why. Her mother is here; it’s time to leave. That much is evident.

“Yeah.”

And for some reason, Noelle doesn’t go. Her feet are glued to the concrete. She feels like she’s in class and someone’s just solved a problem incorrectly on the board. It’s as if Noelle has something to correct — but what? It’s not as if anything’s wrong.

“Your face.” Noelle gestures at it. Akarsha’s eyebrows raise.

“I sure do got one!” She strikes a pose, index and thumb forming an ‘L’ around her chin. “Compliment me like one of your French girls, Noelle.”

“Shut up.” Noelle snaps her fingers and wishes she could pull out her calculator. There is no uncertainty in math. Akarsha is nothing if not a wild card, and interacting with her always feels like a game of chess. Noelle has to have the right pieces in the right places — and right now, she has neither. “You still look strange.” “That’s not a compliment — ”

“But, it’s not terrible.” Akarsha’s mouth hangs open. Noelle pushes it closed. “Your face is nice without the buns.”

Akarsha doesn’t seem to be able to make noise, much less speak. Noelle counts it as a victory and hurries away without saying goodbye.

For some reason, her ears are burning.

“A drink?” Her mother eyes Noelle’s cup as she folds herself into the passenger seat. Newspapers crinkle as Noelle tucks her feet inside, then closes the door.

“It was with my own money.”

“Did your friend suggest it?”

“No. Akarsha works hard.” Noelle sips her boba. It doesn’t seem as sweet as it had just moments ago, the high of winning a victory withering to ash on her tongue.

“Hm.” Surprisingly, her mother doesn’t protest. The radio is silent, and Noelle lets herself sway with the car as they turn a corner. “Her school supplies were frivolous. Don’t let her be a bad influence on you. You cannot be distracted in your studies.”

“I know. She’s a good study partner.”

“Do not help her too much. Unless you get something back, you’re only helping the competition.”

Noelle is halfway done with her drink. Home is still fifteen minutes away. “She’s my friend,” she hisses, throat tight.

“She is the one you do projects with?” At Noelle’s nod, her mother continues: “Next time you study together, do it at her house. Driving you to the library is too far, and if you are going to get drinks, you are not working.”

“… Her house?”

“Yes. Call her tonight and ask. If you are going to study, do it in a place without distractions.” Noelle’s mother glances at her from the corner of her eye. Noelle does her best not to seem too pleased.

She tries to picture what kind of face Akarsha will make when she calls tonight. Will she be surprised? Embarrassed? That’s an expression Noelle wishes she could see. She can still remember how Akarsha’s entire face had seemed to pale when she triggered the alarm at the school library.

Noelle hides a smile in her palm. Not even an hour after leaving Akarsha speechless, and she already has another victory under her belt.

#butterfly soup #noelle (butterfly soup)#akarsha (butterfly soup)#pee pee ketchup man #cant believe im using that as a ship name instead of akano or noarsha #peents writes #anyways a lot of this fic is inspired by my experiences as a chinese american?? my mom used to say that sighing thing #to me all the time n to this day i still dont sigh or whistle at night #the radio thing too!! i dont know how it is in other parts of the country but my local asian station has a uhhh pretty interesting #definition of news. @ any rate ive talked enough!! does anyone actually read the tags #hope you enjoyed the fic!!!

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markleetrashh · 7 years

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For you;Jeno

Genre: fluff

Request: Hi can I request a boyfriend jeno scenario? Thank you!

A/N: i know im on hiatus from writing now but i feel bad so im updating something so at least i won’t feel as bad kdldkd. this storyline kinda came out randomly after seeing a suggestion post (the first line) so here it is! hope it isnt too disappointing though

Word count: 1,366

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“The mornings are getting colder and colder, and i crave your warmth more and more”

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You miss him.

You missed the way you fit perfectly in his arms as his fingers ran through the soft strands of your hair, the sweet humming of his voice to your favourite songs that always seemed to make you smile.

You missed his bright smile and how he’d kiss you excitedly on your lips as his eyes lit up whenever he saw you, the same way it was when he saw you for the first time, struck by your beauty and sweetness.

You missed the days you could have him by your side every second where the both of you would just lay in bed doing nothing, yet both hearts were contented for you were beside each other, the protagonist in each other’s lives.

You missed him, his presence, his warmth and his everything.

To make things worst, it was your anniversary today.

Sighing, you wrapped yourself in the thick folds of the blanket and snuggled yourself up in bed, attempting to warm yourself up from the extreme cold weather.

The background of your laptop screen made you smile instantly as you were met with the eyes of the one who loved the most. It was as though his eyes were filled with stars, sparkling brightly as he held your hand in his, smiling widely for the picture.

A notification from the screen caught your attention as you immediately click the light green button. You felt your heart pounding against your chest loudly as you were met with the one you missed most right in front of your screen now, the ends of your lips finding their way up towards your cheeks.

“I miss you, and happy one year together babe, i’m so sorry i can’t be there with you on this special day”,

was the first thing he said as he saw your figure in the reflection of his phone, followed by him pouting his lips and reaching his hand out to caress the camera, “If only i was there beside you right now to give you a hug. You look like you’re dying from the cold”

You sighed as you nodded your head and wrapped the blanket around you even tighter, “Too bad this blanket’s all that i’ve got. Two more weeks is too long for me, can’t you just tell your fans you fell sick and won’t be able to perform for now? It’s been a month since i last saw you, i miss you so much Jeno”

Jeno’s face softened as soon as he heard your words and he gave you an expression, filled with sorry and guilt, then smiled softly, “You know i can’t do that.”

Of course you knew, you just missed being in his arms so much sometimes you wished he didn’t have to travel so much. Is this how it feels to date an idol? As much as you loved seeing him being happy and doing what he enjoyed, sometimes you wished both of you could just be like any couple.

But he didn’t have the time.

You feigned a smile as you tried to hide the sadness from your eyes, quickly changing the topic as you asked your boyfriend about his day. But having known you for three years, Jeno wasn’t fooled.

He could tell that you were affected by his absence, and with one look, even through a screen, he could see the look of disappointment on your face.

Absentmindedly, you quickly changed the topic, “Where are yall headed to now? Are you in the car alone?”

Jeno flashed a big innocent smile as he said to you in an excited tone, “We have a short break now! I’m off to the convenient store with our manager”

The look of happiness of his face sent sparks to your heart as you longed to see his wonderful smile in front of you right now as you cup his cheeks playfully.

“Oh we’ve reached- Connection’s bad right now- oh my Y/N are you there-”

Before you knew it, the call was cut off and you left with nothing but your homescreen on your laptop. Confused, you tried calling Jeno back, but there was no answer.

Now, even talking to your boyfriend online was difficult.

You gave up clicking on the buttons of your laptop screen for they showed no response at all, either that or Jeno wasn’t picking up, or even replying to your messages.

Mood dampened by all that has happened, you tried to lighten up your spirits by watching videos of him.

Or you could say, this could probably be the ten thousandth time you’ve watched his videos online now after he left, be it interviews or fancams; anything that had him in it, you would watch it as it would always bring a smile to your face.

Since he wasn’t there by your side physically to do that.

A soft knock from the door came slightly from the living hall. “Delivery?” a male’s voice called as lightly.

You paused for a moment as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion; you didn’t order anything. And it was far too early for deliveries.

Nonetheless, you brushed your hair quickly with your fingers as you stole a glance at yourself in the mirror, making sure you looked presentable before you rushed your way out to the door.

Not expecting much, you opened the door slowly, ready to tell the male that he had got the address wrong.

But your eyes immediately widened when you saw who it was.

Your heart almost stopped as you felt every piece of body froze at the beautiful sight in front of you.

There stood Jeno hugging a bear plush toy; the one you gave him and always brought around with him, in his favourite black hoodie and the backpack he always carried around.

He stood there beaming in you in excitement as you continued to stare at him in astonishment with your mouth agape.

You were at a loss for words.

“How long are you going to stay in that position” Jeno giggled to himself as he playfully waved his hands in front of you.

Overwhelmed by his sudden appearance, you felt tears forming in your eyes as you hastily ran up to him to engulf him into a big hug- the one you needed most.

Jeno did not hesitate at all to wrap his arms around you too, as he leaned his head onto your shoulder. He took a deep breath before saying softly and sweetly, “I miss you so much”

Still unable to believe it, your tears and emotions were taking over you as you couldn’t stop sobbing.

You wanted to tell Jeno how much you missed him too, and how much you’ve waited for this very moment; to be in his arms again. Yet you stood there in his presence unable to say a single word for there was no words for you to describe this very moment.

He pat your back lightly as you continued to hug him tightly, pulling him closer to you as you cried even more every time he said a “It’s fine, i’m here now” to you.

“Babe i’ve just gotten off from a 7 hour flight and i’m tired. If we continue standing outside like this-”

Jeno smiled as he watched you pull yourself off him to wipe your tears and give him a small pout, before pulling him into your apartment.

He held his hand in yours as his fingers traced small little hearts onto the back of your hand.

“I came back specially for you, this is how much i love you”

You couldn’t help but grin at his words, still unable to comprehend all that was happening; it all happened to fast.

“Also,”

You turned your head towards him with a slight look of anticipation.

“I won’t have to go back to practicing for the next two weeks. I’m all yours now”

#i suck at endings istg #jeno scenarios #nct scenarios #nctwriters #jeno lee #jeno #nct #nct jeno #nct dream #nct fluff

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A/N: OK BITCHES FUCKING FINALLY AM I RIGHT. IT’S BEEN TWO FUCKING MONTHS BUT CH 6 IS FINALLY HERE. a couple of things tho

a. MILLIC’S ALBUM IS FUCKING OUT YALL!! GO LISTEN TO IT. IT’S CALLED VIDA AND FANXYCHILD IS IN IT!

b. i have beef w this ch. i had it finished long ago but i didn’t like it so i never posted it. after reading the whole fic again i thought it went alright with it so i kept it and touched up a couple things.

c. I HAVE A SEPERATE ONE SHOT COMING UP ABOUT CRUSH AND HIS NEW....FRIEND OK.

d. thank you so much for waiting so long. and thanks to all the ppl who kept sending messages, i hope i didn’t let you down :( enjoy my lovelies!

( also, i think i’m gonna take the M rating off lmao )

characters: dean x oc, zico x oc, crush, rome x oc

genre: angst(ish?), university au

rated: m, violence, (mentions of) abuse (physical and physiological), sexual content (not in this ch)

ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5

chapter 6:

the automatic doors didn’t open fast enough. I felt like my only enemy right now was time. zico drove over the speed limit, luckily with no ticket, but it still felt like I spent hours in the car. everyone was a uneasy and the minute we got there, I bolted out of the car and sprinted to emergencies.

“I got a call,” I heaved. the woman behind the desk read my expression in a heartbeat and sorrow crossed her face.

“what’s your name sweetie?” she asked.

“park chaeyeon” I panted, desperation running through my veins. I needed to see it with my own eyes. I knew there was nothing I could do but I needed to see him. I needed to know that there was no bringing him back.

she began typing into the computer and I felt a hand on my shoulder. zico wrapped me in his arms but I didn’t look away from the woman before me.

“the morgue is downstairs. he was just taken down. would you like to see him before the autopsy is performed?” I stood still and I felt a wave of heat come over me. I couldn’t speak, if I tried, I knew it would turn into sobs and I didn’t want that.

“may we please?” zico replied. out of the corner of my eye I saw jisu, sochi, and jaeju covering their faces with their hands. the woman sitting before us stood up, making her way to us.

“right this way please. we need you to identify the bodies as well.”

zico’s hold around me only tightened as we followed the woman. I felt how tense he was. he was trying his best to comfort me but I knew he needed someone there for him too. he just lost his best friend.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned my head against his side, following the woman down a quiet hall. she led us downstairs and we entered the morgue. there were two bodies laying on the metal tables. the black bags covered every inch of thembut the moment I laid my eyes them something felt wrong. I felt vile creeping up my throat but I fought so hard to keep it down. the woman walked toward one of the bags, unzipping it. part of me couldn’t lean over to look inside but the other part was so desperate.

“you don’t have to, I’ll do it” zico released me, taking a step forward. my eyes stung but stayed glued on him and the moment he took a look, his expression when cold. I could tell he tried to contain his emotions but quickly failed, tears streaming down his cheeks as his sobs became louder. I’d never seen him like this and it physically made my heart ache. I reached for his arm and he turned to look at me, his arms immediately tossing around me. I felt the sharpest pain in my chest and I wasn’t even aware of how quickly the tears had been running down my face.

“I’m so sorry for your loss but I need an identity confirmation. can you please give me conformation that this is him?” the woman almost whispered.

“no” zico replied curtly. I let go of him and knit my brows in confusion. he wiped my cheeks and gently shoved me towards the body.

“take a look chae” he said. I was so confused. I stood in front of the bag, not knowing if I could handle what I was about to see. one more step and I would see something that would scar me for the rest of my life. before I could even think about it, zico shoved me further and I looked inside. my hand immediately rose to my mouth and the vile from earlier made its way out. I ran out of the cold room and spilled my lunch into the nearest trashcan. my breathing became heavy and I gasped for air. I felt as if someone had been choking me for ages and I was finally allowed to breathe.

“it’s not him, it’s not him” I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes, regaining control of my breathing. I heard the door swing open behind me and yet again, zico was by my side. he grabbed his sleeve, wiping my mouth with it. jaeju followed after him, rubbing my back as I hung my head over the trash bin.

“no, neither one is. who’s mistake is this?” the woman who led us down here barged out of the room, talking into her radio. I glanced up and her expression shifted completely the moment she saw me.

“I’m so sorry, come with me. we’ll figure this out right now” I nodded, shoving both zico and my sister off me.

jaeju understood that I was feeling overwhelmed so she left me alone, she knew that when I needed space I needed it. on the other hand, zico was the type of person that stuck like gum no matter what. he reached for my arm and I yanked it away. I knew he would feel hurt by my actions but I really wasn’t thinking in this moment. all I wanted to know was if dean was okay. he’s all I wanted.

we were led back upstairs and past the emergency room doors. immediately screams and cries filled the air. most of them originating from small children. in the center of the area was a large working space filled with nurses and attendants. the lady led us to the desk, calling upon the nurse stationed behind it.

“who has it?” she asked. the nurse typed into her computer and read briefly before responding.

“wonbin filled it…but youngdeuk was the one who gave the information.”

“find both. and have you found the other two men?”

“yes they’re both in room..” she paused, looking at the screen before her. “107”

the woman we were with nodded. turning to look at us.

“I’m so incredibly sorry for the mistake. we will figure out who is responsible and seek immediate punishment but let me explain. I believe someone mixed up the contact information” she looked down at her tablet. “kwon dean and yu christian are the two you are looking for right?”

my heart almost beat out of my chest just by hearing his name. my head was all over the place but I somehow managed to nod.

she soon smiled and motioned us to follow her. instinctively, I wrapped my arms around one of zico’s like a frightened child. I was scared, what if he wasn’t okay. what if this was all not real and he was actually down there?

101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106. we passed each room and I stared at every number. jaeju and jisu followed closely behind. I had been hearing jisu typing constantly since we arrived. she was most likely updating sochi, nayeon and crush.

“107” the woman pushed back the curtain, revealing two beds next to each other. one of the beds was empty and in the other I could make out someone under the blanket. the person soon sat up to look back at us. I exhaled a sob I didn’t know I was holding back.

“hey” a groggy christian greeted. his leg was in a cast and a large bruise covered his arm, followed by numerous cuts on his face. zico almost ran to him, embracing him in a gentle hug. I brought my hands to my face and began sobbing. jisu followed after zico, expressing her relief. jaeju’s hands gripped my shoulders, rubbing them to comfort.

“this is a lot to be taking in, especially for you, if you need air tell me, please” her voice sounded weaker than usual. she was right, we just experienced a fucking rollercoaster but it wasn’t over yet.

“dean is in surgery. he’s been in there for two hours so he should be out in another hour. he suffered from a collapsed lung but don’t worry, it sounds a million times worse than it actually is. your friend’s broken leg is actually worse than his lung. I’ll go check on him for you though” the woman had come up to me, patting my back in reassurance. she simpered before walking out of the room. in that moment I was so touched. I also wondered how this woman had been reading my mind since the moment I got here. I had barely spoken but she knew all my questions and had the answers ready for my ears.

I watched as everyone surrounded christian, jaeju joining zico and jisu. they questioned him and showed their relief. I truly was happy that he was alright even though he looked like shit but all I wanted was dean. I just needed to see him no matter how bad he looked. the woman was right, a collapsed lung sounds terrifying and I couldn’t bear to think about what was going on through his mind as everything was happening. I leaned against the door, turning my back to the group of people chatting away almost frantically.

I looked out, observing my surroundings. most of the doors were closed but cries still filled the air. the last time I had been in a hospital as a visitor was for my sister. the eerie feeling filled me up again, just the thought of remembering what happened. I had been out with my friends back home and my dad called me, desperately asking for me to go to the hospital. once I got there and was taken back, I found my sister tied up to the bed frame with a tube coming out of her mouth. she had attempted suicide. i’ve gone through some fucked up shit but that day was the worst day of my life. the thought of never seeing my sister again pierced daggers through my chest. it broke my father too. he had raised us all by himself. all we had ever known was each other.

alongside my dad was our older brother, jaebeom. he had also been like a parent to both jaeju and i. he was only older than jaeju by a year and older than me by two but it felt like he was twice our age. he always helped my father when we were younger and he basically raised us. I saw the devastation in their eyes. I felt useless, I couldn’t do anything. I just sat their with them, crying with my dad while jaebeom kept himself together, reassuring us that she would be fine and that we would do everything in our power to help her. I truly admired how strong and resilient my brother was, but I would rather die than tell him that. in that moment I felt that jaeju would never be genuinely happy again and that truly made my heart ache.

I sighed and looked back. jaeju had a smile on her face. from ear to ear, her lips curled as she was talking to christian. as cheesy as it sounds, there was a sparkle in her eyes. the difference a year makes.

my thoughts were interrupted by none other than zico. his arm hung over my shoulder and he pulled me into his side. he rubbed my arm, leaning his head down on top of mine.

“I’ll go ask” he uttered. before he could pull away, I wrapped my arm around his torso.

“the lady will be back, she’s checking on him right now. he’s in surgery for a collapsed lung but she said it wasn’t bad” I felt zico tense up for a moment. I tightened my hold and leaned into him.

“then, let’s trust her. she’s been nothing but helpful. but, how are you? honestly chae” it took a moment for me to respond.

“I don’t know. I’m a little numb, a little dumbfounded by what is happening right now. but most of all, I’m scared and that’s okay for now”

I slipped out of his grip when I saw the woman, who’s name tag I just noticed, walking towards us with a tall man following behind. she pressed her lips in an apologetic smile.

“alright, he just got out of surgery and will be in recovery for an hour or so. now, i do believe this hospital owes you an apology” she nudged the man with her elbow. he stumbled forward, looking at us.

“I’m nam youngdeuk, it’s nice to meet you. I am incredibly sorry for the misunderstanding. I can’t possibly imagine how you must’ve felt. I was part of the first responders team and also the one who made the call. I can’t express how sorry I am. the phone fell out of your friend’s pocket and landed near the patient you saw downstairs. it was my mistake for assuming that it was his. I apologize for my thoughtless actions”

“hey man, we all make mistakes. all that matters to us is that both our friends are fine, don’t sweat it” don’t sweat it? zico are you fucking insane? my world was torn apart in a matter of seconds because of this man. I was so angry I felt my blood boiling. I’m pretty sure I could sue for this kinda shit. zico knew me way too well. he immediately grabbed my arm and pushed me behind him. god I was so close to punching him.

“wow, ah, thank you for understanding. I am still very sorry and I hope both your friends recover quickly”

“yeah yeah go on before this one actually kills both of us” zico nodded his head in my direction and the man before us widened his eyes, bowing deeply before almost running off.

“fuck you zico”

”yeah whatever, I just saved a life. I’m a hero”

I rolled my eyes, giving his arm a good solid punch.

“chae, wake up”

“chaeyeon”

I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I squinted and looked up to see zico.

“I’ll be back, I’m taking jaeju and jisu home okay?” I nodded and yawned, pulling my phone out as I felt a kiss press against the top of my head. I smacked zico away and he headed to the door. jaeju and jisu hugged both christian and I goodbye before following after zico. I sat up in my chair and stretched my shoulders. I had fallen asleep while talking to christian.

“the couch over there turns into a bed. i’ll call the nurse for pillows and blankets”

“no it’s fine, I need to be up anyways” I rubbed my eyes, checking the time on my phone. two hours had gone by but the bed next to christian was still empty.

“the nurse came in about half an hour ago and said that he was still asleep. she said they’d bring him in when he woke up” I didn’t respond. I was beginning to get more and more desperate. I couldn’t believe that he was alright until I saw him with my own eyes.

“I need to use the restroom, I’ll be back” I stood up and walked out. I asked a nurse for directions and I made my way down the hall. once I entered the bathroom I looked in the mirror. my eyes were red and puffy. I looked like shit. I turned the faucet on, splashing my face with water in hopes that it would help but it didn’t. I exhaled a loud sigh, closing my eyes and hanging my head down. I took a moment to just breathe before looking back up into the mirror.

“I look fucking horrible” I examined my face again before giving up and heading back out. on my way back, I took my time, very well knowing that just waiting in there would drive me insane soon enough. I called zico, asking for the two blankets on dean’s bed and a pair of pj’s.

“I’ll be there in like 15 minutes. I’ll grab the stuff right now then head back. is he in the room yet?”

“no, I’ll text you when he is”

“alright babe, sleep if you need to okay?”

“yeah I will. drive safe on your way back please” suddenly I had a new fear.

“promise” he stated. I hung up, walking back to the now dark room.

“why are the lights off you’re more awake than I am” I said as I walked in, flicking the lights back on. I froze the moment I saw that the other bed now had a host. I didn’t even notice the tears streaming down my cheeks rapidly. I brought my hands up to my mouth, choking back my sobs as his eyes fluttered open. his lips could barely form a smile.

“come” dean’s hoarse voice filled the room and I couldn’t bring myself to move. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or if he was really there. I hated being so emotional and I felt as if I was overreacting. I just stood at the door, crying into my hands.

“chae, come” he repeated.

“please” the weakness in his voice pulled at my heartstrings and the moment he lifted his arm out, reaching for me, I felt as if something pushed me to him. I could tell he was in pain and was still very weak. christian shoved the chair from the edge of his bed to dean’s. i was scared of hugging him so I fought within myself to not do it but he tugged me into his chest. I immediately pulled away, sitting down in the chair instead.

“hey, I almost died and you won’t even hug me?” he groaned, bringing his hand up to wipe away the streaks of tears left on my cheeks. “can I at least have a kiss?” he asked.

I obliged, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the side of his lips. he had a large gash covering the left side of both his upper and lower lip. his left eye was swollen and bruised and so was his cheekbone. he had multiple bruises splattered across his face and down his neck, most of them concentrated on his left side. his tattoo was almost hidden by the purple lesions.

my fingertips brushed over his cheek momentarily before he took a hold of my hand, bringing it to his lips. I finally felt the relief I needed.

“god, you’re so beautiful” he uttered. I still couldn’t find my words. the rush of emotions had taken over me completely. his gaze melted me. he hadn’t take his eyes off mine since the moment I walked in despite the fact that he could barely open them.

“I need to hear your voice right now, talk to me. please” he gave my hand a gentle squeeze and I saw the desperation in his voice. I scooted my chair closer and leaned my chin against the edge of his bed.

“I love you” I managed to wring out effortlessly. he couldn’t smile completely but it was still there, as soothing as ever.

“I love you more” he replied.

“nasty” christian murmured. dean scoffed a small laugh and I turned back to look at him.

“just kidding, please continue” christian said. I turned back to dean, yearning to wrap myself in his arms. by the way he held onto my arm i knew he wanted the same.

“christian told me what happened. you should know better. you think I’d let death take me just like that? you think I would let myself die knowing I’m leaving you behind like this? fuck no” I didn’t even pay attention to what he was saying, all I was focusing on was that he was here. he was talking, he was alright.

he blinked slowly and had half lidded eyes. I leaned up to press my lips against his forehead then his nose.

“I know you’re tired so sleep, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here”

“do you think the nurse will get mad if you sleep with me?” he mumbled sleepily.

“probably not but I don’t want to. I want you to get better quickly”

“you’re my medicine though” he didn’t hesitate to answer. I pushed his hair out of his face and he closed his eyes. I continued playing with his hair hoping he’d fall asleep but the moment I got up to turn the light off he griped onto my hand tightly.

“I’m gonna turn the light off” he groaned an audible ‘no’.

“I’ll turn it off” zico walked in. the dork had the biggest smile on his face the moment he saw dean. dean couldn’t even open his eyes anymore. zico stood next to me, ruffling dean’s hair. I looked up at him and saw a tear slip out. he immediately wiped it off and I leaned my head against his upper leg. he turned back to look at christian then back at dean. I could see the gratitude in his eyes. he was just as relieved as I was, if not more.

“zico shut up” christian threw a pillow at him.

“what the hell I didn’t even talk” zico scoffed and christian laughed.

“your emotions are screaming though, we all know what’s going on in that little brain of yours. we’re both okay bro, that’s all that matters right?” zico looked like he could murder and smother christian all at once. I watched as the two began to horse play. I smacked zico’s leg, pulling him away from christian.

“both of you shut up, dean is sleeping and if you wake him up zico, there will be a third patient in here”

the next day a loud roar awakened me. I soon realized that it was zico snoring. no matter how hard I hit him he wouldn’t shut up. dean and christian were both taken for x-rays around 5am. I laid down on the futon with zico and tried to push him off and make him shut up but nothing worked. soon, the doors swung open.

“that was so fas-” I was greeted by two unfamiliar faces. an older couple stood before me. they were both dressed casually but they screamed money.

“hello” I stood up and bowed, not really knowing who I was bowing at.

“who are you?” the woman questioned. “is that zico?”

I nodded, standing with my hands crossed in front of me. “I’m chaeyeon” I responded as I shook zico’s shoulder gently, praying he would wake up. the man walked over to the back of the room, taking a seat in the chair I had slept in next to dean’s bed last night. zico shuffled in the sheets, taking his sweet ass time to get up.

“ah, mrs. kwon” his eyes widened, quickly standing up and bowing in her direction before doing the same in the mans direction. the woman walked toward zico, embracing him in a hug.

“this must be your girlfriend!” her lips curled into a wide smile, switching from zico to me. I hesitantly hugged back, but by now I realized that these were dean’s parents.

“um, no, she’s…not my girlfriend” I heard the hesitation in his voice and emphasis on my. she heard it too.

“who is she then?” the man asked from across the room, his eyes glued onto his phone.

“I’m dean’s-“

“friend. she’s our friend. she came to help since hyoseob wasn’t able to last night”

“ah yes, I see. well you can go home now sweetie, thank you for staying but you don’t need to be here anymore”

excuse me? to both of you? what the fuck did zico just say? I swear I would slap him if dean’s parents weren’t here.

“no! she…can’t go home I brought her here so I’m her ride” zico blurted out. the woman pulled her phone out and began typing.

“our driver is in the parking lot he can take her” I stood silent, shifting my gaze to zico. he knew I was ready to throw hands.

“…um, that’s such a bother I’ll just take her. I need to go home and shower anyways!” zico was sweating now. what the fuck was happening.

“you sure sweetie?” she asked. zico nodded immediately, grabbing his keys off the table and then gripping his fingers around my wrist.

“it was nice to meet you chaeyeon!” she yelled as zico dragged me out. I couldn’t even reply before I was taken out of the room. the minute we stepped out, I yanked my hand from him.

“zico what the fuck just happened?!”

“I’ll tell you at home come on” he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me toward the doors. I fought him to release me, digging my nails into his arm.

“hey what the fuck is happening” the familiar voice forced me to turn around. dean was in a wheelchair, being pushed to his room and christian followed closely behind. zico released his grip on me, hurrying his way to dean and I followed after him.

“dude your parents are here” dean looked like he had seen a ghost, or in this case he was about to see two.

“what the fuck get her out of here now”

“excuse me?!” I exclaimed.

“chae, go. zico will explain”

“no what the hell, I was here all night by your side. why the fuck am I suddenly being treated like I’m some disease?!”

zico sighed, grabbing my hand for the hundredth time. I didn’t have time to fought back before he tugged me, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulders.

DEAN’S POV

I rubbed my forehead as I watched chaeyeon punch the shit out of zico. the nurse continued to wheel me into the room and lo and behold, there they were. the moment my mother saw me she rushed to me, pressing kisses all over my face. I tried to escape but she hugged me tightly, so tightly that I vividly felt the pump inserted in my lung. my wincing whimpers forced her off, apologizing repeatedly. my father just patted my back.

“how are you doing dean?” he asked as the nurse helped me into bed. out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad helping christian and his nurse put him back in bed. christian greeted both my parents and I hummed in response.

“I’m fine, just tired. when did you both get here? weren’t you in London or something?”

“we just landed. your father cancelled the meetings we had scheduled for the next couple of days. once we got the call we got on the jet and came”

“you shouldn’t have, I’m fine”

“dean, how could your parents just leave you after you almost died in a car accident. what caused it anyways? were you drunk?”

“sunghoon!” my mom smacked my dad’s arm.

“no he wasn’t, however, the other driver was” the nurse walked in saving my life. she handed christian a small pill and a water bottle.

“I’d be more than happy to answer any questions you have about the incident and the medical status of both these young men” she walked to my parents, bowing.

“ah, yes. why does my son have those…things coming out of his chest?” my father questioned.

“there is a pump in between his lung cavity and his lung. his left lung collapsed as soon as we got him in last night and it was pretty severe so we had to perform surgery. ultimately it is up to the doctor as to how long the pump will stay in for but it shouldn’t be longer than 4 days” my parents nodded, examining the tube coming out of my chest.

“what about him?” my mom asked, pointing at christian. christian awkwardly smiled, turning to look at me.

“he’s mostly bruised up. the most severe damage he obtained is a fracture in his left fibula which should heal as any other broken bone should”

“what about the girl? she had her arm bandaged up. was she in the accident too?” my mother asked. the nurse’s face turned to confusion and it took a minute for me to clarify as to who she was talking about.

“no, she wasn’t. she had that already” I blurted out. the nurse simply smiled and walked out. my parents got comfortable, sitting close to my bedside. they made conversation with christian, asking him about school and his family. the whole time I was trying to come up with some bullshit lie about chaeyeon. there was no fucking way they could find out about us. first off, they didn’t even know I broke up with heoyang and second, they would rip chaeyeon apart if they found out that she didn’t come from a wealthy family. the only reason they were satisfied with heoyang was because her father owned a very successful business company in Germany.

“dean?” my mom echoed. I had zoned out. I turned to look at her, raising my browns in question.

“how’s heoyang?” fuck.

“uh, she’s fine? I don’t really know nor care” my mom’s eyes almost feel out of their sockets.

“I broke up with her a while ago..” I added.

“why would you do that?!” christian shifted uncomfortably and I started to feel bad that he had to witness this. I hesitated, asking myself if I should tell them the truth or not.

“hey..” a quiet voice interrupted us. jaeju entered the room, curling her lips into a shy smile. she bowed as she made her way towards me.

“I’m just here to say bye to you both. I’m going back to school but I will be back on Saturday to pick chaeyeon up”

my parents pretended to go along as jaeju came over to give me a goodbye hug. as she leaned down she whispered in my ear.

“I know what’s going on, zico told me. everything you do affects her and if you hurt her again you’ll be in this bed for more than just a couple days. I advise you tell your parents the truth, or don’t. it’s up to you dean”

I felt chills run down my spine. jaeju scared the fuck out of me. I fought with myself. I didn’t know what to do. if I told my parents, all they would do is talk down on her and if I didn’t, I’d have to continue hiding her.

jaeju then made her way christian, hugging him as well. she reassured him that she would be back. they talked low so I couldn’t really hear but I’m sure they were talking about keeping in touch or something nasty.

after jaeju had left, which took a while, the nurse came in to take christian for a walk. my dad stepped out as well to grab a cup of coffee and now it was just me and my mom.

“you never answered me. what are you hiding dean?” I didn’t respond, jaeju’s words replaying in my head.

“ok what’s wrong with you. you’re acting weird and there’s been people coming in and out that I don’t know. what’s going on?” she was beginning to get angry and I knew I had to start talking.

“I broke up with her because she cheated on me. more than once actually. the two girls you saw are sisters. the one you saw earlier is our neighbor and her sister, who just left, came to visit her for the weekend and her and christian have a thing or something I don’t really know mom” her sympathy immediately kicked in and “oh I’m so sorry” began pouring from her mouth. she reached over hugging and consoling me.

“she was such a lovely girl, I never imagined-”

“mom please. I really don’t want to talk about her. it’s over and I’m over her”

“oh don’t put up a front how can you get over your girl-”

“MOM,” I didn’t mean to yell, it just kind of came out. “please.” she took a moment, awkwardness filled the air before she spoke again.

“we have the next two days off but I’ll call the office right now and tell them we will be staying here longer”

“no, it’s fine. you heard the nurse. no more than 4 days and I feel fine. you shouldn’t have even come, I’m really fine” I wasn’t though, but all I needed to feel better was chae.

“dean, we are your parents! we wouldn’t leave you just like this. alone”

“if you weren’t here zico and hyoseob would be here. I’m never alone here. mom I’m not 12 anymore. I am an adult. you said you’d treat me like one if I showed you that I’m focusing on my grades and I have for the past two years. I know you were probably scared so I understand why you came. but look, I’m fine. I have finals this week then the semester is over which means that beom will be coming soon”

my mom sighed, her brows meeting in the center. “okay, we’ll leave tomorrow morning. your brother is only 18 though, I don’t trust him to look after you well”

“mom, all I’ll need is to clean the wound from this tube and the cuts I have. I can do it. plus I have tons of things to blackmail him with if I need something”

“excuse me? like what?” she crossed her arms.

“I wouldn’t be able to use it against him if I told you now would i?” she side eyed me, shaking her hair. her chair scooted closer to me and I soon felt her push my hair back. when I was smaller she would keep doing this until I fell asleep. I loved my mom, more than anything but I hated that she placed our family on a pedestal. yes we owned the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world but that doesn’t mean we are the greatest people alive. ever since we began dating girls, my mother told my brother and I that we could only bring home girls from good, wealthy backgrounds. and ever since then, that’s all I did. my only options were girls who went to our private high school and when I got to college, I only laid my eyes on the girls who lived on the expensive side of the city and attended the snob parties, which is where I met heoyang. she was wealthy but her parents gave her a limit which was obvious less than enough for her.

after that first semester I realized that I was putting up a front. I was the person my parents wanted, not the person I wanted. so I switched my major from pharmaceutical business to physics and I moved to the other side of the city. the part where everyone knew each other. the side where everyone was genuine to each other, a nice mix of cultures and classes. where no one judged, whether you come from the poorest family or the richest.

then I met her. I hadn’t even thought about her financial status until she brought it up months later. I knew my mom would never approve of a friend let alone a girlfriend who’s single father works two jobs to keep all three of his kids in college. our family had always been privileged and none of us knew what it was like to struggle financially. my mom had pounded the idea that those who don’t have enough money were the ones at fault for lacking an education. my brother and I on the other hand knew that she was wrong. we made friendships with people with lacking backgrounds and they were no less than us. through chaeyeon I learned to value those who work harder than everyone else. I learned that education is not a choice, it’s a privilege. we don’t pick who we want to be, we get handed a position and what we choose to do with that is ultimately up to us. we pick whether we want to see the good or bad. but my mother had yet to discover that.

my dad eventually came back and so did christian. the nurse then took me to walk around the hospital and when i returned the doctor examined me. he said I would have the pump taken out in 3 days and I could go home then. I had no idea how I would do my finals if I was in the hospital but I wasn’t really worried about that. my parents went to the hotel late that afternoon to rest and just after they left, crush and zico walked in. crush greeted christian, teasing him about his leg before it was my turn.

“where the hell have you been?!” I reached my hand out and he swung in for a hug.

“home…just not our home” he took a seat in the chair, facing both christian and I. “I got shit faced on Friday and I stayed with some random girl but she was so nice and took care of me. I ended up taking her out to lunch yesterday and then you know, I worked my magic”

“shut the fuck up” zico sat down next to him after punching his shoulder. crush rubbed it and wined like a child.

“she’s an orientation leader this winter too so we’ll be working together”

“is she hot?” christian asked.

“hell yeah, let’s have a kick back after finals and y’all can meet her” he added.

“I’m leaving Friday afternoon after my last final” christian responded.

“I’m starting my internship here so I’m down. what about you dean?” zico looked over at me.

“beom is coming up. we’ll both spend the winter break here since our parents have some new drug being released in Europe or some shit. we’re supposed to stay at the summer home outside the city though”

“so you’re gonna leave us to go stay at your fancy house” zico added.

“hell no, I’d be bored out of my mind”

“he can take my room, it’s only a month anyways” christian offered.

“good idea, it’s settled. it’ll be the three of us and mini dean this break”

“what about the girls?” crush asked.

“they’re all going home except for sochi. she got a research position for the physics department this summer and her training starts after finals in preparation for it. by the way dude, your girl is hella mad. I don’t know how you’re gonna make this one up to her” zico shook his head at me, pointing his finger.

“did you fucking tell her you idiot” I grabbed a pillow from behind me, repeatedly smashing it against his head. he eventually took it from my hands, hitting me back.

“I had to you asshole, did you want me to lie?” I looked down, running my fingers through my hair.

“no. is it that bad?” I asked.

“I think you really need to talk to her. oh, and she told me to tell you two things”

“what?” part of me hoped it was something cute but knowing her it was probably a fuck you or something.

“she spent all day making calls and sending emails to the school officials and the physics department. she set up your finals to be online so you don’t fail your stupid classes. someone from the school will be coming Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday to monitor you” in that moment I felt like an asshole. this girl was doing her all to make me feel comfortable and less worried and here I was, denying her for my parents. I couldn’t bring myself to have my mother claw away at her though.

“and the second thing?”

“fuck you dean” zico smiled proudly. there it was. I was about to hit zico again but there was a knock on the door. crush opened it and christian’s doctor walked in.

“good evening boys. christian, after your last round of x-rays I think you just need rest now. let’s get you out of here tonight” christian’s face lit up. we both hated being here. part of me was jealous that he got to go home. all I wanted was to get out of here and wrap chaeyeon in my arms.

“damn we have great timing” crush whispered to himself. the doctor handed christian papers and he signed them.

“I’ll get these processed and you may leave whenever you feel ready” christian thanked him as he walked out. he let out a loud sigh of relief.

“fucking finally. give me the clothes you brought yesterday zico” zico did as asked and he helped christian to the bathroom.

“so what’d you do now?” crush asked.

I was ashamed of myself but I knew I was doing it to protect her.

“I’m hiding her from my parents. the minute they got here I told her to leave” his eyes widened slightly.

“bro..”

“I know! I know! but, you know how my mom is. chaeyeon isn’t filthy rich. she doesn’t come from a well known family. my mom would rip her apart if she found out. I’m not doing it because I’m ashamed of her, I’m not, I’m so fucking proud of who she is and I don’t want my mother to tear her apart after she’s gone through so much fucked up shit that’s made her who she is today. she’s perfect to me and there’s no way I’m going to let my mom hurt her like that”

“listen, I do know how your mom is but I think you need to give her a little more faith. why don’t you just tell your mom about her? they don’t have to meet right now. in fact you’ve only been really dating for like a day so chill. you think you’re protecting her but I think you’re hurting her more than anything. how much have y’all gone through just to be together? are you really going to throw that out the window because your mom MIGHT say no?”

fuck he was getting philosophical again and once he started no one could stop him.

“have you even talked to chae? you need to talk. y’all both fuck each other over because of lack of communication, that’s what got y’all in the fucked up spot you were just in this weekend. talk to her and tell her why you did what you did and then tell her what you’re going to do to fix it. don’t just leave her hanging like this”

why was he always right. I knew he was right but I couldn’t bring myself to actually act on it. I could explain why I pushed her away but I didn’t know how I would fix it. if I told my mom, chaeyeon would get hurt, and if I didn’t, she would be hurt as well. it was a battle of two evils.

I nodded, shoving crush away in agreement.

“I will”

christian was discharged a couple hours later and both zico and crush took him home. it was just me now, me and my phone. my thumbs fumbled as I debated whether I should call or text. would texting make me an asshole? or more of an asshole. yeah it probably would. call it is.

I stared at her contact, hesitating.

“fuck it” I mumbled, pressing the call button. it seemed like it was ringing forever but soon enough I was greeted by her voicemail. I tried again only to be sent to voicemail almost immediately. I kept trying but still, nothing.

Dean: please answer

Dean: I don’t want to do this over text please

Dean: chaeyeon

Dean: please answer me

I called once more, this time leaving a voicemail.

“please call back, I’m sorry for everything. I take you for granted but let me at least explain. please” I felt so hopeless. “hope you do well on your finals tomorrow. I love you chaeyeon” I pressed the red circle on the screen.

“I fucking hate myself, I’m such a dick” I slammed my phone against the bed as I grew angrier at myself.

“don’t be so hard on yourself, we all knew it wouldn’t last babe” I didn’t have to look to recognize the owner of that voice.

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i’m here to keep you company tonight, your parents request” she took a seat in the chair next to my bed and set her bag down.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry” as she raised her hand to my face, I stopped her.

“leave” I uttered through gritted teeth.

“I will, when you leave. let’s just have fun tonight and catch up, it’s been a while babe” as she spoke i felt disgusted. the woman I once loved, the only person I had eyes for was suddenly the most repulsive thing to me. heoyang’s face was so innocent but I couldn’t help but feel nauseated.

“just you and me, like old times dean”

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