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tsumuniri · 3 years

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━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu most of the time. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

Now what will happen if fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment?

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ONE ━━ THE TWIN BROTHER’S DECISION

"SO THAT'S THE TEA?"

You nodded dejectedly and raised the Tuna Mayo Onigiri in the direction of your mouth. You bit into the delicious rice snack, humming in delight as the saucy and sweet flavors of tuna cheered you up just for a slight bit. "They said that a girl my age shouldn't be living with her parents and should finally get a guy instead of drawing an imaginary one. You know that they're old school, Mai." You said, mouth full of rice bits and tuna.

The female ran her fingers through her short bright red hair. "Well, you are 25 now, and you haven't got a boyfriend since middle school," She propped her elbow on top of the round wooden table, resting her chin on her palm. "But they should've told you beforehand, right? How are you supposed to look for a residence in a short span of time?" She asked and watched you devour the onigiri meal with such ease. Her black-colored eyes held an uncertain expression as Mai was concerned for her colleague and friend.

After hearing the unfortunate news directly from your loving parents, your mind had to process the sudden information for two solid minutes. The first person you thought of to call is your closest friend, Mai, your roommate back at art school and a mangaka in the shounen industry. Although the two genres have completely different backgrounds, you two are stuck together like peas in a pod through the grace and glory of fawning over 2d men.

Ain't that great?

"They said I could stay back for two weeks until I could find a place to move in. I still have nine days to move out. And as for the residence part..."

You rummaged through the leather bag slung over your shoulder and took out a creased brochure of a newly built apartment based in the heart of east Osaka with its breathtaking cherry blossom conifers and pious shrines. The leaflet's minimalistic design delineated the idiosyncratic architectural structure of the tall building on the front page. Anybody could tell that this jointly owned establishment may settle for tenants with stable incomes.

For someone who changed the BL archives with her plot-driven works, Y/N could provide the fees to rent a homey room on the clabber-plastered apartment complex.

Mai shifted on her seat and studied the brochure on the table with interest— crossing her legs and leaning her torso forward to get a full view of the given pamphlet. "The building does seem promising. You could even check out your works in the Manga Shops at the city." She remarked as her eyes skimmed through the brochure, taking note of the facilities and rooms for the future tenants.

"Right? I already checked the place out yesterday, and coincidentally, the studio office is close by," The H/C-haired female pushed back the tiny strands of baby hair tickling her forehead as it was annoying her smooth skin. "They even allow pets. The apartment buildings I visited mostly don't allow pets, and the others who do, they have weird-ass tenants whom I don't really wanna be neighbors with." She ended, scratching the back of her neck.

"Soooooo, that's the apartment you're planning to move in."

You nodded your head, "I prepared the papers and told my parents about it. Maybe you can help me move my things out?" You suggested to your friend as your leg overlapped with the other, biting into another piece of onigiri from the porcelain plate.

Tilting her head to the side, Mai let out a light scoff from the BL mangaka's proposition as she gestured her hand downwards. "I'm offended, Y/N! Of course, I'll help you." She expressed her whimsical disbelief through her words. "I thought we were best of friends." The young lady teased.

"After all those collab fan arts of the Akatsuki, why wouldn't we be at this point?" You joked; however, the shinobi anime reference wasn't technically a gag as you both had a history of fangirling over the smexy criminal organization— even if you both had a peculiar taste in men. "By the way, why did you choose this place? Isn't this sort of far away from your workplace?" You questioned the red-haired female, a bit curious on why she decided to meet up with you in this Onigiri Restaurant.

Mai's lips turned up into a smirk as she motioned her finger for you to move closer. "My assistants and I decided to eat here after a hard day's work. By the time we were all seated, our eyes got blessed when the restaurant's owner catered to our table!" She whispered with excitement dipped on her tongue.

"Oh boy, if you had seen him, you would've gotten the inspiration to make a character from his well-sculpted face."

You raised a brow and let out a snortle, "We went here because a hot owner caught your attention? I should've gone with you then." You played along and couldn't help but laugh at your friend's reason for dining out a distance away from her studio office.

Like middle schoolers, you both giggled as Mai continued her story of the dashing Onigiri restaurant owner with her witty play of words. You never had any interest in dating; however, you still bid no mind to your friend's fawning over pretty men who would unlikely pay attention to either of them.

"That owner you're talking about might not visit his restaurant, Mai."

"I know, silly! But I do wonder what that work of art does outside his work."

Osamu is a very patient man. May it be through his responsibility of running an Onigiri business, or may it be just a simple waiting in line at the subway station of Tokyo, the male wouldn't lose his temper nor be frustrated over such trivial things.

But when his exhausted figure slugged inside the comforts of his home and found the living room all trashed with empty bottles of energy drinks and bags of chips, Osamu was finally at his breaking point.

"Atsumu, you mother-fucker... COME DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!" He burst out, calling out his twin brother's name as he began picking up the trashes scattered throughout his coffee table and his lawson couch. His ears caught the sound of loud footsteps thumping on the wooden-tiled floor as he could immediately tell that it was a certain someone who came down the stairs.

A bed of ruffled blonde hair popped out of the stairway as a certain setter casually jumps into the scene of the untidy crime, walking towards the other twin with open arms.

"Welcome home, Samu! Did your staff make a mistake in the newly-opened shop back at Shinjuku? You look a bit frustrated right now-"

Atsumu stopped himself once he noticed his twin brother standing over the mess he forgot to clean up. His arms dropped to the side while his chocolate eyes shifted over to Osamu's annoyed expression, "Okay. This time, I absolutely forgot to clean up." The male tried to explain himself.

The quiet one of the two shook his head in disapproval, sighing out and pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his fiery nerves. "I found this apartment, Tsumu. I think it's best for the both of us if you could finally get your own place." He stated, hearing the slight choke coming from his brother's throat.

"WHAT?! What made you think that this would be the best for the both of us, Samu?" Atsumu protested, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as to why his brother would suggest that sort of idea.

Osamu raised his hand and lifted three of his fingers to his twin's eye level. "First, you sometimes disrupt my sleep whenever you'd bring your flings at home," He stated and didn't bother to let the other speak their mind about the issue at hand as he continued his statement of reasons. "Second, you'd sometimes forget to do your lists of chores and often lie that you didn't do them because you were tired from training." He paused for a moment, thinking of a third reason until it clicked in the back of his mind.

"Lastly, you're a 23 professional athlete, who makes a lot of money than what I usually make, and yet, you're living with your twin brother."

Atsumu stared at Osamu as he crossed his arms, "So? You'll kick me out if I don't move out of your place?" He derided, his voice mostly holding a hint of teasing as he knew his brother wouldn't act so rashly over those reasons.

Oh, was the male so wrong.

"Yes, Tsumu. I'm kicking you out."

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mihidecet · 3 years

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I see You

I’m back on my bs yall. This is meant to be a companion piece to this so if you’re in the mood for some pure and extremely shameless comfort maybe check it out?

I somehow ended up writing 3.8K of Manburg family dynamics, set in an alternate universe where none of the extremely messed us stuff of the canon happened. ((we could have had it all))

Once again do not take this as ship content!! Let’s normalize platonic cuddling and being close with your friends without it being sexual!! Pretty pretty please!!

Contrary to popular belief, Schlatt is not that dense when it comes to feelings.

His ignorance of other people's emotions is a willing act of defiance. Defiance towards whom, you may find yourself asking?

… Anyway.

Schlatt does notice things. Stuff happening around him. And he does remember them.

He knows Tubbo takes his morning tea with two spoonfuls of honey, and a slice of bread with any marmalade on it except raspberry, which as it turns out he doesn't like. Schlatt stops providing raspberry marmalade, but it never really gets questioned.

He knows Fundy will get scraped up while exploring during the day, and will always forget to bandage himself up properly, so he makes sure to mention it in passing to whoever is near him at the end of the day - just to know that people will check up on the kid. He doesn't need to go himself, Fundy would never allow him to take care of him directly, and he's not going to subject either of them to that situation.

Most of all, he notices Quackity - with him being the Vice President, they're around each other a lot.

Quackity is a bright light in the cabinet.

While Tubbo is a warm late afternoon glow and Fundy is burning fire, Quackity is sunshine by the seaside on a midday spring day.

Quackity likes coffee, but only if it's been drowned with sugar. He likes singing, humming tunes to himself as he works or while he cooks - he does it for everyone, whenever he has the time to, and he is one of the best cooks there are. He likes to debate, bringing up topics to talk about during slow times, engaging Tubbo into verbal spars. He makes sure that Fundy has eaten at least three times per day, and that he's gone to sleep at a decent time.

He smiles to himself whenever he finishes a document. Ruffles Tubbo's hair. Touches Fundy's shoulder to stop him to ask him how he's doing. Taps Schlatt's shoulder to catch his attention.

Quackity is a very tactile person.

Schlatt remembers him hugging people, throwing arms around shoulders, laughing out loud with tears at the corners of his eyes.

So it's no wonder that a couple of months into their presidency, with work and paperwork occupying most of their days, Quackity is both overly stressed and constantly fidgeting.

It comes to a point when Schlatt catches him visibly reaching out to people and then backing away, awkward and embarrassed, mumbling excuses before making a joke of being lost in his mind due to work.

That cannot continue. It simply cannot.

Schlatt finishes his paperwork an hour early that night, then he takes a swig from one of his already opened bottles for good luck and gets to work.

The trip from his study to Quackity's is almost too long - it gives him almost enough time to change his mind, almost enough time to chicken out and just plan something else, maybe unleash Tubbo on him. But before he can formulate the idea in his mind, he's standing in front of the oak door and his hand is already raised to knock.

Too late to back down. A part of him reasons, despite the fact that it isn't.

"Come in." Quackity's voice answers after he raps his knuckles against the wood.

The room inside is dimly lit: the only source of light is a small table lamp that shines a beacon on Quackity’s documents as his pen flies on the paper sheet, the man’s slightly hunched back straightening when he notices him entering, a small tired smile appearing on his face.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, his head tilting lightly to the side - then bending further, one hand coming up to rub at his neck with a slightly pained expression. Schlatt advances, crossing his arms over his chest and shrugging while Quackity seemingly discovers more and more sore spots along his back.

"I finished my paperwork, I figured I'd stop by."

"Oh, cool. -” he replies with one final satisfied grunt “- I'm almost done with this."

Schlatt nods absentmindedly, gesturing vaguely with a hand towards a nearby armchair: "You mind?" There’s a moment of confused silence as Quackity looks at him as if he’s grown a second set of horns, a mixture of surprise, amusement and incredulity overcoming his features, then he shakes his head and chuckles to himself. To be fair, any other night he’d have flung himself on his bed the instant his paperwork had been done. Still, Quackity recovers quickly, nodding towards him and swiftly resuming his work.

It’s hard not to fall asleep with the sound of his friend’s pen running over paper calming his nerves, the dimness surrounding them and the comfiness of the armchair under him. He remembers when Quackity had brought it in, slightly old looking and covered in a transparent sheet of plastic: he’d called it a lifetime occasion, found in a yard sale, and Schlatt had doubted its usefulness - after all, they had a couch in the livingroom and multiple chairs for each of their desks.

And yet, there hasn’t yet been a day when the armchair wasn’t occupied by someone. When the days are cold, Tubbo can often be found curled up in it with a mug of hot chocolate and a blanket safely tucked around his shoulders - by whom should be quite obvious. And sometimes, when the nights are too long and sleep avoids Fundy, he retreats there, silently, and turns the armchair so that he can keep a watchful eye over Quackity as he works - that is, until sleep finds him, comforted by the knowledge that they’re all safe and alive.

There’s a small bookshelf next to the armchair, filled with tomes both bought, found and written - some in English, most in Spanish. Quackity is nothing but fond and proud of his collection, and while Schlatt’s not going to tell anyone, he has read plenty of poems from the books that looked the most used. He’s aware that his Spanish isn’t the best, but it helps with keeping his knowledge fresh.

His eyes catch on a thin book that he doesn’t remember seeing before - its title along the spine is a mesh of letters, with way too many consonants, and definitely in a language he doesn’t know. Picking it up, he figures it will help with his task of not falling asleep as he waits, but alas, as on the spine, the whole book is filled with too many long words - is that a whole line of just one? Who made this up?

He starts flipping back to the incipit, in hope of at least finding the author’s name. When he reaches it, though, what catches his attention first isn’t the name itself - Goethe, ah, that’s it, German - but a hand-penned inscription just below.

“Hey Da Dumbass, I heard you like poetry in foreign languages. Try and read this. Fundy.”

Thankfully, the sound of a satisfied grunt reaches his ears and unknots the tightness in his throat and distracts him from the warmth spreading in his chest.

Behind him, Quackity - he calls him dad - stretches his arms behind his back and sighs.

"Alright, this one's done! -” he starts, smiling proudly to himself before shooting a somewhat guilty look towards the rest of the documents piled up on his desk “- You know, you don't have to wait for me, I figured since it's not so late I could get a bit of stuff done ahead of time-" Schlatt levels him with an unimpressed stare, then claps the book closed and places it back in its original place before standing up and making his way towards his still sitting friend.

"Alright, that's it." Quackity looks visibly confused, even a bit worried, as he leans back into his chair, but Schlatt is a man on a mission: he won’t be swayed by it, this is supposed to be an intervention. He stops once he’s close, standing up right next to Quackity, and his friend looks nervously up at him, a high pitched self conscious chuckle escaping him.

"Wh-what- what's up?" Schlatt gives him a quick look just to confirm his theory, but he knows him. And most importantly, he knows himself, he knows he can manage it.

"You, in a moment-" He quips, bending down and quickly scooping the shorter man up, one arm under his legs while the other supports his back and then-

"Wait, hold on- hold on I-” Quackity starts to protest, but by then Schlatt already has a secure hold on him, so up they go, followed by a yelp by Quackity himself as he is quite suddenly hoisted up into Schlatt’s arms, one hand reaching out and wrapping around the taller man’s shirt with a vice-like grip as he splutters, eyes wide as saucers.

“HOLY SHIT-! HOW IN THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!"

And to be completely fair, Schlatt is not one to back down from the chance to boast at this type of thing, so he simply shrugs and squeezes him closer with a self satisfied smirk: "I told you I lift, you dumbass."

"I- I- put me down." Quackity gapes, seemingly still wrapping his head around the sudden switch in situation; the way he leans into the hold is probably unconscious, but it does confirm his theory that his vice president, his closest friend, is in desperate need of being on the receiving end of some care and comfort. And he knows, deep inside himself, that he’s not the best candidate for the job, but if nobody’s going to do it then he is for sure going to.

"I will in a moment. You need sleep." He replies, tone firm but not loud, reaching out with a hand to turn off the desk lamp - inwardly thanking the low light coming from the torches in the corridor for allowing him not to make a fool of himself by immediately tripping on his feet.

"I- alright, but I can get to my room on my own!" Quackity protests, sounding flustered, and Schlatt has a moment of hesitation as the sudden fear of having overstepped a boundary hits him. Maybe he shouldn't have done this. Shit, fuck, he's screwed this, hasn't he?

But as he pauses for a moment to look down at Quackity, to asses the situation, he realises that the man is actually clutching at him, and his head is resting under his chin - the soft fabric of the beanie pushing against his cheek the moment he bends his head to look down. Schlatt lets out a steadying breath: he can do this.

"I know you can. I don't mind doing this, though." He states, firmly but not unlindly, voice softening, and he holds him close again - one armed as he reaches out to close the corridor's door. A huff of breath warms a spot over his chest.

"I- you're such a fucking showoff, dude." He murmurs, accepting the situation with what sounds like a small smile on his face.

It takes him a minute, but soon he's opening the door of Quackity's bedroom. The shorter man, who had been slowly relaxing overtime, leaning more and more into his chest, startles as if waking up from sleeping and tenses up.

"Alright, now you can drop me off." He comments, but Schlatt is a bit more preoccupied with losing himself inside his own mind as he thinks about what to do next, so Quackity stays up - it's not like he's gonna wriggle around and risk falling on his ass on the ground. After a moment, he looks down at where Q's hand is clutching at his shirt, and at where his head is still pressed against his chest. A part of him is enjoying this too, and isn't really ready to let go, but still, this isn't about him. It's about what Quackity wants.

So he forces his anxieties down, swallows around the knot in his throat and tries.

"What- what if I didn't yet, though." Quackity is silent for a moment after that, but his hand doesn't unclench, so he counts it as a good thing.

"You're not making any sense, man."

Schlatt is stood in the middle of the room, holding Quackity up, keeping him close, and he feels like he's balancing multiple instincts wanting to drag him in any direction - anywhere else other than here, right now, when stuff is so confusing and worrisome and he's constantly scared of scaring Quackity off with something weird.

But yet again, he keeps it down, keeps it quiet. For his friend.

"I've been seeing how stressed you are. Is this helping? Please be honest." If he had a free hand, he would be running it through his hair, a nervous habit he's been picking back up. Yet, his arms are starting to feel the strain of holding a body up, so he's not going to risk letting him fall to the ground. After what seems like an eternity, another sigh in the form of a warm puff of breath hits his chest as Quackity concedes.

"... A bit …"

Good, he can't help but think. Communication is key in these situations. In all situations really, but he appreciates the fact that Q is opening up and letting him know he is alright with being held like this. Spurred on by this, he ponders his next words perhaps a bit too little.

"Is it the caring or the touching?"

Quackity visibly flinches at the wordings, leaning back a little - pushing more strain on Schlatt's right arm - to stare at him with a sarcastic frown.

"Shit, man, you are such a wordsmith-"

Too quick, too many variables lost to the moment, and Schlatt is swept up in the frenzy of the situation - he has never, ever been good at smoothing out situations.

"Will you just answer-"

"It's both! Geeze, are you happy now?!" Quackity's embarrassed outburst manages to at the same time shut him up and quieten the anxious voices in his head - so he was right, Quackity did like this, and he didn't mind it. Now if that wasn't a win in his book … he sighs, squeezing him close.

"Yeah, kinda. See, it wasn't hard. You little bitch." He comments, tone way too fond for him to be taken seriously ever again, but he figures he's allowed to be a bit soft - it's late, they're tired, and they're the only ones in the room.

Schlatt decides he's not going to subject himself to the mortifying ordeal of starting to lose strength in his arms - he has a reputation to uphold - so he quickly makes his way to the large bed, turns and sits down, inwardly relieved that he's managed to get this far. His nerves still haven't betrayed him. Yet. At least Quackity isn't launching himself on the other side of the room the moment he has a chance not to fall on the ground if he moves the wrong way.

"What are you doing?" Quackity asks, sounding genuinely confused as he looks up at him with furrowed brows, so now it's Schlatt's turn to splutter indignantly, the arm under Q's legs sneaking up to wave confusedly in the air.

"I'm about to murder you is what I'm doing- what does it look like?! I'm trying to comfort you!"

A moment of silence follows, during which Schlatt stares awkwardly at Quackity's shocked face. Then Q's eyes soften and he starts chuckling, shaking his head for a moment before he lets it fall back down against his collarbone, sneaking an arm around his waist.

"Feeling real fucking comforted, for sure." He comments, humour loud in his voice as he squirms around for a moment trying to find a comfortable position, quieting a moment later and letting out a small sigh.

"I am going to throw you into the river." Schlatt answers, bringing the hand that was holding his back up to the nape of his neck, fingers dipping under his beanie to lightly scratch at his scalp, pressing his friend's forehead against his neck.

When Quackity answers a moment later, his voice is but a murmur.

"I thought you were here to comfort me?"

"Shut up and be comforted, then, you dumbass." He huffs out, but there's a smile on his face despite the way he tries to seem angry. He is still way too soft to be taken seriously, and he'll be mad about it later, when Quackity will keep making coffee for the both of them, but then he'll lean into him while Schlatt's making eggs for Fundy, and he'll call him soft when he remembers to add the herbs the young fox hybrid picked himself; not to mention how he'll suddenly realise who had been bringing Tubbo back to his room after the kid had fallen asleep on the couch.

But still, it's worth it, as he slowly grabs the hand that is still gripping his shirt, gently pressing against his fingers until he lets go; he places it back on Quackity's lap, rubbing what he hopes are comforting circles into his wrist - he knows how bad it can get when you spend all day writing, and knows his intuition payed off when his friend's shoulders relax even further.

To be quite honest, Quackity hadn't even realised his writing hand had been hurting.

A joke threatens to rise in Q's throat, a way to diffuse the situation, a mechanism born from ages of repressing wholesomeness because that's the type of things that get you in trouble, because feelings get treated as a weakness, but he squashes it down, closing his eyes with a sigh as he lets himself enjoy the moment.

The warmth of a hug that is truly meant, the comforting weight of Schlatt's head against the top of his, the blissful peace that he associates with having his hair played with - It's been a while since he had the chance to do this, to feel this.

He could fall asleep like this, he thinks, eyes closing on their own and body melting into the sensation, and he finds himself floating, suspended - but also grounded, tethered by the points of contact between their bodies.

He feels- he feels like he did when Fundy tried to teach him German, him stumbling over the words while the other laughed with him; or like all the times Tubbo brought him outside in the garden, guiding him through the steps needed to take care of his beloved pets.

He feels at home.

And after a moment, he feels Schlatt relax too, his movements less precise, less rithmic, his shoulders sagging a bit as they lean more into each other instead of just Quackity against him - and doesn't that feel poignant, he thinks, but not pointing it out loud feels like a better choice.

He feels before he hears the low timbre of Schlatt's voice, unusually quiet due to a mix of tiredness and the silent atmosphere surrounding them.

"I'm gonna lie back. That alright with you?"

It takes a moment for Quackity to realise that he is asking for permission. He wants to nod, but that would jostle their heads. So he hums in what hopes is a notably affirmative way, and just to be sure his message is correctly interpreted, he turns his palm upward, fingers wrapping around the taller man's wrist, and squeezes.

He feels a chuckle vibrate through the chest under his cheek; again, quiet, toned down, but this time it also feels like he's trying not to move too much - and that right there makes him want to never stop smiling, especially whenever Schlatt pretends he doesn't care. Because if there is one thing Quackity knows is that he cares so much, despite the fact that he still pretends he doesn't know how a doctor found their way to Fundy's room after he scraped his knee, the poor medic armed as if somebody had just lost an arm.

Schlatt thinks he's so good at hiding his feelings, and then he stops buying a specific type of marmalade because Tubbo joked about it tasting funny. He is nothing but a dork, and this has just done nothing more than confirm his suspicions.

The hand in his hair gently cups his head as Schlatt leans back until he's laying on the bed, and Quackity has to swallow back a knot in his throat at the pure, unaltered sweetness with which he is being treated - like he's fragile, but not in a bad, diminishing way: like you would treat a fancy ancient vase, or a masterpiece.

Quackity squeezes his eyes, feeling himself get watery, and focuses on the fact that like this, he's not that comfortable anymore. There's no need for his legs to be both over his friend's body, so he shuffles back until he's more curled up against his side, half laying on his chest, head still tucked under his chin - by god how perfectly safe he feels with that soft pressure against his temple.

Schlatt lets him wriggle around, the hand in his hair never moving, and once he stills his other one moves back to his own chest, where Quackity's hand rests against his heart, and his fingers gently wrap around his.

"This alright?" Comes a murmur from above him and Quackity's fingers squeeze automatically in response, finding himself unable to verbalise an answer at first.

"Thank you." He breathes out a moment later, after he's able to reign in his emotions just enough for him to find his voice again.

"Don't- don't thank me." Comes Schlatt's instant response, the fingers in his hair halting for a moment as he pauses, seemingly deep in thought. When he speaks again, his tone is once again slow and hushed, and his fingers are once more rubbing slow circles against his scalp.

"You can come to me for this. Anytime you want. I want you to know that you can count on me."

And oh, alright, Quackity thinks, eyes widening for a moment - he has to hurry and squeeze them shut before he starts tearing up, fighting against the way emotions squeeze at his chest; pure unadulterated joy at the knowledge that this is true, this is good and this is his. His small, dumb, weird family, made of mostly jagged pieces that somehow fit so well together. Quackity clutches at the fingers wrapped around his, squeezing maybe just a bit too tight, throat thick and feelings running, and then he simply nods into his friend's collarbone.

Schlatt just squeezes back - and that's just how they are, two dumbass friends holding onto each other, doing their best.

Minutes later, he falls asleep, lulled by the rhythmic rise and fall of his friend's chest and the gentle feeling of being held.

#my writing #quackity #jschlatt #dream smp au #we're back with some good ol comfort #I do hope you'll enjoy

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thedaughterofkings · 4 years

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An American Werewolf ...

Written for @sterekweek2019 Day Six: Canon Highlights, 2k of re-imagining what might have happened after that pool scene!

Once the lizard creature - a Kanima according to Derek, whatever that might mean in detail - is dealt with and Scott disappears, very apologetic and nevertheless very quickly gone, Stiles stands in the parking lot and drips.

Next to him, Derek shifts and when Stiles turns to look at him, he looks ready to run away. And drips.

After a moment, he says: “Thank you.” Stiles has never been thanked so reluctantly. It’s almost hilarious how uncomfortable Derek looks - like a grumpy, wet cat. Stiles has to bite his lip to stop a grin spreading across his face that would surely get him slapped or punched right now. Derek does not look in a very witty mood right now.

Also he’s still dripping.

As is Stiles.

Stiles wrinkles his nose when a drop of pool water slides down it and then sighs.

“Alright, jump in.”

“What.”

Derek's aversion against inflection strikes again.

"Do you have a shower in your secret lair? Stiles asks and doesn't even give Derek a chance to answer before he continues: "Thought so. Now jump in; I'll let you use ours out of the goodness of my heart. Can’t have you die on me from pneumonia after I saved your life.”

“I’m a werewolf. I’m not going to die of pneumonia,” Derek says, rolling his eyes, and Stiles rolls his eyes right back at him.

“Your werewolfiness didn’t prevent you from drowning, did it? Nope, I, Stiles Stilinski, measly human that I am, did. So you are going to honour my heroic actions and get your furry ass into my car and then into my shower.”

He pulls open the passenger door of the Jeep and to his eternal surprise, Derek stops arguing and gets in.

The ride home is uncomfortable - not because of Derek, who is quiet, but not awkwardly so. It’s uncomfortable because Stiles sits in a pool of, well, pool water, his shoes make strange squelching noises with every movement and the stray drop sliding down his neck makes him shudder intermittently. Despite all of this, when they arrive Stiles takes one look at Derek, who looks like a drowned cat, or perhaps like a very grumpy drowned puppy, and sighs.

“The bathroom’s up on the first floor, first on the left. Towels are in the cabinet, I’ll get you some sweats or something. No stripes, I promise.”

When Derek doesn’t even show his teeth, Stiles knows he made the right decision in not just letting him slip away into the shadows. Or drip away into the shadows. Stiles puts on some hot water and digs around in the freezer for the one pizza he has hidden there for emergencies. If this doesn’t count as an emergency, then what does.

By the time the water shuts off in the bathroom, Stiles has the biggest pair of sweatpants he owns and an old police academy shirt that used to belong to his dad ready for Derek. He dithers over whether to add boxers, and then quickly grabs the least embarrassing pair and adds it to the pile as the door creaks open.

Derek has a towel wrapped around his waist and Stiles does his best not to ogle his shoulders or chest or the hint of thighs under the towel.

“Here you go,” he says, and hurriedly shoves the clothes into Derek’s hands. “When you’re ready, go check the pizza isn’t burning downstairs, would you?”

Then he turns away from Derek, hopefully before his flaming cheeks got too obvious and starts walking away when he realises he completely forgot to pick up some dry clothes for himself. But when he turns back to grab a shirt and some sweats, Derek has already dropped his towel. Stiles stares at his back, eyes travelling down from the spiral between his shoulder blades despite Stiles’ best efforts, over the dips at the bottom of his spine and finally across the curve of his ass. Then Stiles lets out what can only be called a squeak, decides dry clothes are overrated, and flees from the room.

After a brief attempt to drown himself in the shower, Stiles tells himself to man up and carefully peeks through the bathroom door. Some noise from downstairs gives him enough courage to slip into his thankfully empty room and quickly pull on some hopefully clean clothes from the pile on the foot of his bed.

He almost expects Derek to be gone when he gets down, but to his surprise, he hasn’t escaped while Stiles was in the shower. Instead he’s standing in Stiles’ kitchen, cursing softly under his breath as he attempts to get the pizza off the tray and onto a plate. While Stiles is watching, he gives up on waiting for gravity to do its job and just pulls the pizza off with his hand, hissing when his palm touches the hot tray.

“Dude, what the hell!”

Stiles hurries forwards and almost burns himself as well when he grabs Derek’s hand. But as he watches, the wound heals until just a faint red streak remains and they end up simply holding hands. When Stiles realises that, he hurriedly drops Derek’s hand and busies himself with grabbing some cutlery and plates, willing down the colour in his cheeks. Behind him Derek puts away the tray and grabs the pizza, following Stiles when he leads them out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“Get comfy, I’m going to get some hot tea - or would you prefer hot chocolate? I think we might still have some instant stuff somewhere. Not as good as made from scratch, but we definitely don’t have that in the house, my dad would sniff it out immediately. I’m surprised he didn’t find the pizza! Or would you like anything else, coffee, warm milk, water, a beer? We don’t have anything harder and we really shouldn’t even have the beer, but I think it’s Dad’s proof to himself and me that he’s not fallen off the wagon, so the beer is probably really old, but perhaps it’s still good. Does beer go off?”

He’d probably have kept on rambling if Derek hadn’t interrupted him: “Tea is fine, Stiles.”

“Tea it is!” Stiles replies brightly and escapes into the kitchen where he first bangs his head against the fridge. God, what is wrong with him! Then he sighs, drags a hand down his face and finally fills up a cup of tea for both of them. It’s not the drink he’d usually go for, especially not with pizza, but the shower has only done so much to warm him up, so tea it is.

When he comes back into the living room, walking carefully to make sure nothing spills - they’ve had enough of both water and burns for one day, he thinks, Derek has cut the pizza into slices and sat down. To Stiles’ surprise he didn’t choose the armchair, but the couch, so now Stiles has to decide whether he’s going to take the armchair or sit down next to Derek. He hesitates and then sits down on the couch as well, reasoning to himself that it’s easier to get at the pizza that way.

He promptly grabs a slice and shoves it into his mouth, mumbling: “Help yourself, dude,” when Derek doesn’t move to take a slice as well. Ignoring Derek’s disgusted look, he chews contentedly and switches on the TV, zapping through the channels until he ends up on something that looks familiar.

Stiles swallows and then says excitedly: “Dude, An American Werewolf in Paris!”

But to his surprise, Derek just furrows his brows in question.

“You’ve not seen it?” Stiles asks, confused. When Scott had first been bitten, Stiles had watched every single werewolf movie he could find, ostensibly in the name of research, but also just because most of them were hilarious, especially as he figured out this lycanthropy thing.

“I am a werewolf, Stiles, I don’t have to watch crappy werewolf movies,” Derek says, sounding particularly disdainful.

“Dude, that’s the best part!” Stiles exclaims. “You get to make fun of all the things they get wrong! Crappy werewolf movies are the best movies now!” He gestures towards the TV. “Like look at the cannibalism here - not too closely, though, they really went all out - isn’t it absurd!” He stop and narrows his eyes when a worrying thought crosses his mind. “The cannibalism is absurd, isn’t it?”

“No, Stiles, I’d much prefer to eat you than this pizza,” Derek deadpans and Stiles’ tea goes down the wrong pipe when his mind offers up decidedly un-cannibalistic images for that. He waves off Derek’s suddenly concerned look and croaks after he’s gotten his cough under control: “Let’s just stick to pizza for now, shall we?”

“I didn’t mean -” Derek stutters, his cheeks flaming, and Stiles ignores the pang in his chest at that admission and quickly says: “Nevermind, look, here’s their cure - killing the one that bit you, so far, so good, but then also eating their heart. I don’t think Scott would have been able to eat Peter’s heart, even if he’d have managed to kill him. Thanks for that by the way; I know Scott probably doesn’t agree, but I’m glad you killed Peter. Imagine if the stories about the cure were just that - stories - and we’d have ended up with Scott as the Alpha! That would have definitely ended in tears. Not that you’re all fun and smiles, mind, but we’ll get you there yet. First of all, laughing at crappy werewolf movies. Eat up and then settle in, we’re going to enjoy this.”

Derek looks as though he wants to say something, but then he gives into Stiles’ obviously superior commands and snags the last piece of pizza.

It takes a while, but about half way through the film he starts relaxing and, to Stiles’ surprise, even gets really into slagging off about all the inaccuracies. When it turns out the channel is having a werewolf night, it’s not even a question that they’re going to keep watching. Stiles just makes a dash up the stairs to raid his secret stash of unhealthy goodies, and then they settle in to watch the next film. And then the one after that.

Thankfully Stiles’ dad has the nightshift, otherwise this might be hard to explain.

Watching horrible movies with Derek is fun, way more than Stiles would have ever expected, and he even learns something, to the point where he’s tempted to write it all down. It’s valuable information after all! Derek’s humour is sharp and biting, but Stiles also forms a new appreciation for his trademark deadpan, which is hilarious in the right context. With every film they both sink deeper into the cushions, until Stiles’ side is pressed entirely against Derek, who is one hot line next to him. Thoughts already turning sluggish, Stiles wonders whether that’s a sign Derek is running a fever or whether he’s just naturally a supernatural furnace. Before he can ask him that though, he nods off, head sinking to rest on Derek’s shoulder and only wakes up hours later.

The TV has been turned off, but Derek is still there, sound asleep next to Stiles, or rather, half under him, as they’ve both slid down in slumber. He looks far younger with his face slack and not caught in a frown and Stiles pushes himself up on his elbows so he can study him properly. Even the eyebrows look less intimidating like this, instead they look more, well, sad. Stiles bites his lip and ever so carefully brushes away a curl of hair that has fallen into Derek’s eyes. There’s faint lines at their corners and Stiles remembers them crinkling up as Derek had laughed at one of Stiles’ stupid jokes. He can’t remember having seen Derek properly laugh ever before. Smile, sure, though most of those had been fake as shit, but laugh? A full belly, throw his head back laugh? Never.

And it’s a shame.

Stiles resolves there and then that he’s going to fix that. He’s going to make Derek Hale laugh and be happy, if it’s the last thing he does.

Starting tomorrow. There’s a vampire movie marathon on tomorrow night, surely that will offer some hilarity. Certainly if they show Twilight - Stiles can’t wait to hear Derek’s comments on Jacob and the whole imprinting business.

If they are really lucky, there might even be a Kanima movie marathon in their future, but Stiles isn’t placing any bets on that. Vampires will do for now and they’ll figure out the Kanima thing separately.

But for now sleep beckons him again. He considers moving upstairs into his bed, but Derek is warm and the stairs are cold and who’s to stop Derek from escaping without breakfast in the morning if Stiles does not literally lie on him, so with that reasoning in mind, he wriggles carefully until he’s found a more comfortable position and then closes his eyes again, letting himself be lulled in by the calm rhythm of Derek’s slow breaths.

Tomorrow can deal with all the inevitable questions. For now they sleep.

You can find the rest of my Sterekweek fic (also from years past) here!

#Sterekweek2019 #sterekcanon #Sterek #teen wolf #eternalsterek #my fic #my Sterek fic #my Sterekweek fic #fair warning: I've never seen An American Werewolf in Paris #or London #or wherever else they roam #so I claim no accuracy #nevertheless:#happy reading!

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smugfacebitchell · 4 years

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For @ballum-fic-wishes advent calendar 2019 - Day 20

This is yet another collab with the fantastic @dingletragedy <3 —

Winter is the rattling of the kettle, sugary tea and rich hot chocolates, marshmallow galore, sticky fingers held tight. Its heat, the heat of Callum’s mouth when they share kisses on their lunch break, waiting for their coffee orders, their own little bubble created whenever they’re near. It’s the park at night, all cool, damp leaves and made up constellations, lying on their backs to watch shooting stars flash, fingers dancing in the grass. It��s tacky red tinsel, decorations held close to the heart and days spent assembling that damn Christmas tree.

— The light is soft over Callum’s cheeks.l, they’re are still red with sleep, pillow creases adoring his face. But still, he looks like every dream Ben has ever had. That’s the first thing Ben comes to realise when he nudges the bedroom door open, so gentle that it stays blessedly silent from it’s usual creaking, so tentatively that Callum’s eyes don’t flicker open. The clock has just freaked over to eight am, sun rising up between the trees and pouring dappled, milky reflections through the window, splayed along the expanse of Callum’s back.

Ben clears his throat softly and meanders further into the room, their room. “Hey,” he whispers. The door closes behind him without a click. Callum shifts, eyes flicking open, almost translucent where the light hits, like pale, stained glass. There’s something so delicate about the way he blinks, lashes tangled together with sleep, his brows mused, hair sticking in every which way direction.

"Creep," Callum mumbles when he catches Ben watching him, turning over so he's more fully on his side, rubbing his cheek against his pillow. Ben doesn't reply, just keeps staring at him, until Callum props himself up on one elbow and offers him a small smile.

"Mornin’," Callum replies, his hoarse morning voice cracking over the word, and God, Ben really wishes they could spend the whole day in bed.

Callum’s eyelashes look the softest shade of brown, sweeping steady and slow as he blinks, lips cherry glaze. Here, Ben sees him in curves and gentle fingertips, a vulnerable haze to his tired eyes, so young-looking and innocent with his hair flat and soft smile on his face that pull at Ben’s heart in all the ways he wants it to be pulled.

“I missed you,” Ben says as he settles himself on the bed beside Callum, reaching a hand out to trace his fingers over Callum’s shoulder, and the flurry of fading freckles there. Light, prism, dispersion. His skin is warm.

Callum leans into his touch on instinct, and Ben can’t help the tiny sigh the escapes his lips; it’s everything. The comfort of touch, the whisper of his breath, the depths of his eyes as Callum glances up at him from under his wet lashes. Sunlight dances on one side of his face, pale strips of it that bring a white glow to his temple and the tip of his cheekbone. “You only look Lex to school, you big softie,” Callum mocks. “But, yeah— I missed you too, I suppose.”

“You know, you should try being a bit nicer to me?”

“Oh yeah?” Callum questions, “and whys that?”

“Just—Christmas ain’t it?” Ben answers, but it comes out as more of a whispered-choke. “It’s nice to be nice. I like Christmas, when I’ve got people to share all the magic with. People I love. Nice, ain’t it?”

“Yeah. Yeah it is.”

“Speaking of,” Ben announces. “We’re gonna have to have a change of plan today, no lazy day for us I’m afraid.”

“Uh—what? Why?” Callum questions, not at all happy at the news.

“Lexi has threatened that if that Christmas tree ain’t up by the time she gets home from school then she’ll be calling social services. And we both know she ain’t the kind of girl to go back on her word.”

“Hm,” Callum says, head lolling onto his shoulder, eyebrow cocked up. “Remind you of someone?”

“Nope, no one at all,” Ben says, smirk pulling at his lips. The sky has almost cleared now, the gap in the curtain showing a bright white filling the sky, a tell-tale sign that snow is brewing. There’s still a fragile strip of burnt amber on the horizon, the last of the sunrise hanging around, too tired to let go completely. The glistening golds and fading pinks paint their room in shadows, yet despite all that, Callum is still the most beautiful view of all.

And then there’s few minutes of silence, of appreciation*, the kind that only comes with early mornings, before Ben decides now is probably the best time to do what he wants to do.

At Ben’s sudden movement, Callum shifts on his side, and focuses on Ben as he picks up a neatly wrapped box from under the bed. Callum frowns as he picks it up and turns it over, a simple Merry Early Christmas written on the tag, and a couple of kisses thrown in for good measure.

“This from you?” he questions, peering up at Ben through his lashes. Ben merely nods in reply, a sight blushing rising up his cheeks, suddenly feeling nervous, so unlike him. But this matters, it always does when it comes to Callum. “You didn’t have to get me anything—you shouldn’t have, Ben.” Ben shrugs, trying to keep that cool he’s so used to showing. “I wanted to,” he states simply, because really, that’s all there is to it.

When it comes to Callum, he wants. Always has. Always will. Callum doesn’t answer him, instead, he merely reaches down to unwrap the box, large hands enveloping it in one. He gets into the box then, pulls out the gift delicately, eyes shining in wonder, clearly surprised.

It’s a bauble; pristine cut with care and decision. But that’s not all it is, on one side are Callum’s initials, just a simple *C.H, yet engraved just as they are on Ben’s heart. And on the other is the year, *2019. The year that changed everything. “Ben—“ he starts, carefully opening the clear box the bauble arrived in, but is quickly interrupted. “It’s the same as all the others. Mine, Lexi’s, Lola’s, Jay’s, Bobby’s—everyone’s.” Ben ensures him. “We’ve all got one and I wanted you to have one too. Because—well, you’re part of this family too, you know? Whether you like it or not.”

“I do like it,” Callum answer immediately, mouth lifting, a tiny quirk as he pulls at the tape holding the box together. He looks up at Ben then, lashes dark and his eyes shining like galaxies. And that makes Ben’s heart jump, as he realises that no explanation of Callum’s eyes could ever be enough.

“Being part of this brilliant little family—and the bauble. I love it, Ben. Thank you so much,” he finishes, smile brighter than the winter sun. “You really shouldn’t have, Ben, but thank you. This is brilliant. You’re brilliant.” Bashfully, and with a hint of smugness, Ben looks down to his hands, cheeks most likely colouring a shade of red he’d be ashamed of, as he mumbles through a smile, “I know. You’re welcome.”

And yeah, he feels a little like he’s got fireworks trapped inside his chest, exploding into little shocks of happiness whenever Callum so much a slooks his way. It’s ridiculous, really.

Their lips brush then, but they’re still just breathing, just feeling the warm air settling around them, feeling the warmth of their limbs tangled together. There’s whispers shared between them, those kind that are only verbalised before the sun rises. Whispers of I can’t wait to spend every Christmas with you*, and We’re a proper family now*, and finally, when their mouths do meet, when Callum dips towards him and tucks Ben’s bottom lip between his own carefully, all is blessedly quiet.

And as the first sprinkle of snow drops from the sky outside, Ben decides that Callum’s kisses are like snowflakes; each one varying and unique, soft and delicate, melting away in an instant, yet seeping into his bones for an eternity.

#eastenders #ee #ballum #benway #ben mitchell #callum highway #my art #fan fiction #collab #dingletragedy #christmas #advent calendar #christmas tree #tree decorations #soft #fluff

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ladyinmoon · 4 years

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Thank you to @vivilakitty for letting me write out this prompt! I hope you all enjoy!

"Come on girl! This is a once in a lifetime chance!"

"But I-"

"Don't be such a chicken! It's just Adrien after all."

"I just-"

"Stop making so many excuses!" Alya rolled her eyes.

"You know how rare it is that Adrien's dad let's him hang out with us." Alix shoved her towards the boat.

"But-" Marinette protested. She started to breathe irregularly, but no one seemed to notice.

"No more buts Marinette." Mylene said firmly, pulling Marinette by the arm.

"I can't-"

"Yes you can. Now get on there." With a final shove, the girls managed to push a shaking Marinette onto the boat.

"Hey guys, look who's here!" Alya announced, a huge grin on her face, completely oblivious to the fact that the girl next to her was trembling in fear.

"Hey Marinette!" Adrien waved cheerfully to her. Marinette forced a smile on her face, hoping that it'd come off as tired and not rude.

"Hey Marinette. You don't look well, do you need any help?" Lila smiled viciously at Marinette.

"N-No I-I'm fine." Marinette turned to Alya.

"I'm not feeling great Alya, I really need to go." She held onto Alya tightly, her palms beginning to sweat.

"Nonsense! Just get over your nervousness and go talk to Adrien." Alya waved her off, and left Marinette to go talk to Lila.

What must have been mere minutes felt like years as Marinette wobbled her way to the rooms below.

"One more step..." Marinette breathed hard, muttering to herself as she inched closer.

"Hey Marinette, you need any help?" Marinette jumped upon hearing the voice behind her. Shakily, she turned and saw Luka standing there, a concerned look on his face.

"I-I..." Marinette forced a weak smile on her face. "Y-yea I'm fine." Marinette's knees suddenly buckled.

"Hey hey look at me. Take a deep breath in." Luka carried Marinette and ushered her into a chair. He grabbed his guitar and started to play a calming tune.

Marinette shakily breathed in. "That's good. Now breathe out." Marinette breathed out.

"You're doing great Mari. Breathe in, breathe out." Luka smiled at her.

Minutes later, Marinette stopped shaking and was relatively calm.

"Good job Marinette. You keep doing that, I'll get you a glass of water ok?" Marinette nodded her head. Luka carefully got up and left the room.

Marinette continued to do the breathing exercises that Luka instructed her to do, and focused on Tiki patting her purse.

Minutes passed and Luka still hadn't returned. Marinette was getting worried. "Tiki, should I check on him?" Marinette whispered.

"I think you should give him a few more minutes." Tiki stroked Marinette's hair in an attempt to calm her down.

It had been almost 10 minutes, but no one had entered the room.

"That's it. I'm going to look for Luka." Marinette shakily pushed herself up.

Just as Marinette stepped foot on the deck, the girl was dragged towards the make-shift stage.

"Girl where were you?" Alya huffed.

"Lila told us you were getting a drink but we couldn't find you anywhere." Rose pouted.

"Guys I-"

"Whatever at least we found you. Adrien is gonna perform with kitty section soon." Marinette could feel the fear rising in her as she took in her surroundings.

"And you are going to talk to him right now." Alya said firmly, dragging Marinette.

"Hey guys!" Adrien waved at the girls and they smiled at him while pushing Marinette towards him.

"Hi Marinette!" Adrien beamed, completely oblivious to Marinette's state.

"H-hi Adrien..." Marinette choked out. Adrien smiled politely as Marinette trembled.

"Oh my gosh Marinette there you are!" Marinette screamed internally as Lila approached her.

"Hey girl what's up?" Alya said excitedly.

"Oh not much, I was just on the phone with jagged stone. He said he's sorry that he can't come watch kitty sections performance cause something came up." Lila let out a small sigh and looked at the girls feigning worry.

"I hope you don't hate me for this." The girls immediately rushed to comfort Lila, assuring her that it wasn't her fault.

"Thanks guys, that makes me feel better." Lila smiled. "Do you mind if I borrow Marinette here? There's something I'm dying to talk to her about."

Alya grinned at Lila. "Of course Lila!" Lila smiled, a glint of malice in her eyes.

"Perfect! I owe you all one." Lila dragged a half protesting Marinette you to the edge of the boat.

It took all of Marinette's willpower to not puke right there and then, so she struggled to form her sentences. "W-what do you want Lila."

Lila smiled. "As much as I enjoy seeing you acting so pathetic, I can't pass up on this chance."

"What are you-" Before Marinette could finish her sentence, she was falling into the water.

The water was everywhere. Marinette could feel the panic rising ten times faster. The water felt heavy and she couldn't move. She felt herself sinking and felt so helpless. It felt like eons before she heard anything from the boat.

"Oh no! Marinette fell!"

"I'm sure she's fine, she's just overreacting."

"Bullshit!"

"Luka?"

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Luka!"

"Hey! How dare you shove Lila!"

There was a loud splash, and a tall figure swam towards a thrashing Marinette.

"Shhh its ok Marinette." Marinette hiccupped and shook as a pair of strong arms grabbed her and helped her up.

"Come on girl, let's get you changed." Anarka helped Marinette up as everyone stared worriedly.

"Juleka, go help mom." Luka said, anger radiating from him. Juleka nodded and rushed off to assist their mother.

"Thank you Luka for saving Marinette. I was honestly so worried when she-"

"Shut up." Luka growled.

"E-excuse me?" Lila stuttered.

"I saw what you did." Luka finally looked up and glared at Lila, sending chills down her spine.

"Luka just leave it." Adrien whispered, nudging Luka.

Luka laughed, startling everyone. "Just leave it? This girl just pushed Marinette into the water. And it the only reason she's alive right now is because I went after her." Luka was pissed off, but it didn't seem to bother them.

"But Marinette can swim." Alya argued. "She would have been fine without us."

"Couldn't you see her? Maybe she can swim, but fear blinds people. She couldn't even stay afloat, yet all of you held me back from even checking on her."

"What do you mean fear? It's not like Marinette is scared of water." Mylene asked.

"Yea! I would know. I've been friends with her since we were five after all! Kim boasted.

"You are all idiots." Upon hearing that, everyone protested angrily.

"Did it not occur to all of you that syren just attacked Paris not too long ago?" Most of them went silent, but a few of them were too stubborn to understand.

"So what? It's not like-" Alya tried to argue but was immediately cut off.

"And did it not occur to you that Marinette could have been one of the many who drowned?" Luka hissed. Everyone froze as they realised their mistakes.

"I can't believe you call yourself Marinette's friends. She has been scared this whole time, yet none of you even bothered to ask her how she was doing." Luka glared at Alya, who refused to back down.

"It's not like we would have noticed-"

"Oh really?" Luka said coolly. "It's not like Marinette has been shaking, struggling to breathe or said that she's scared the whole time right?" He said sarcastically.

"It's because she has a crush on Adrien!" Alya smiled triumphantly, thinking she won the argument.

"You really are blind. She's been like this because she's scared of the water. She doesn't even like Adrien anymore. But you wouldn't know, would you?" Luka said.

"And you." Luka turned to Lila. "You are never to step foot on my family's boat ever again. If I see you pull a stunt like this ever again," Luka's voice dropped dangerously low. "I'll make sure you'll wish you had never been born." Lila nodded in fear and scuttled off the boat.

Luka turned away from the gaping teenagers and went to check on Marinette. He found her huddled on his bed, wearing a set of his dry clothes.

"Hey Marinette. You doing better?" Marinette nodded and hugged her knees.

"Do you want anything warm to drink?" Marinette nodded her head.

"Tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate?" Luka asked.

"Can I have got chocolate?" Marinette whispered. Luka smiled at her.

"Of course. I'll go get some for you." Luka walked into the kitchen, where he found his mother and sister sitting down, drinking coffee and tea.

"How is she?" Anarka asked quietly.

"Not great. I'm making hot chocolate for her right now. Could you guys get everyone off the boat? I don't think she'd like to talk to them right now." Luka pulled out a packet of instant hot chocolate and began to make a cup for Marinette.

"Sure thing boy." Anarka got up from her chair and made her way up.

"You really like her don't you?" Juleka stared into her cup.

Luka chuckled. "I'm not sure if like is the word I'd use. Maybe love?"

"I've never seen you so angry before." Juleka looked up from her cup and stared intensely at Luka. He merely shrugged and tapped his fingers on the counter impatiently.

"Love makes people go crazy."

"I think the phrase is 'Love makes people do crazy things'."

"Sure sis."

Once the hot chocolate was done, Luka gingerly carried the cup into his room.

"Hey Marinette. You feeling better?" Luka carefully passed the warm mug to Marinette who gratefully accepted.

"Yea I'm starting to warm up slowly. But what about you?" Marinette furrowed her eyebrows and averted her eyes from Luka.

Luka raised an eyebrow and looked down, only to realise his white shirt was soaked and very see through.

"I'm fine. I didn't even realise how cold I've been feeling." Luka smiled as Marinette frowned.

"Luka!" He laughed as she started to scold him.

"Alright alright. I'll go change. Be back in a second." He grabbed a set of new clothes and head to the bathroom to change. In less than a minute, he was back in a fresh set of clothes.

"Hey Luka?" Marinette stared at her cup, slightly blushing.

"Yea?"

"Thank you." Luka smiled.

"Anytime Marinette."

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #lukanette #ml fic

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teaandbookz · 5 years

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A random drabble about you wearing Steve’s clothes and how people start to notice. You’re just friends when this starts out. Again, I’m still sad about endgame okay? 😂 also don’t want this to come across as hate towards Sharon but didn’t know who else to use!

The first time Steve saw you in his clothes, it was a rainy Wednesday and you’d just come home from the shop. When you’d left, it had been overcast and stupidly you thought you’d be fine. You weren’t. So by the time you got home, sighing as you got in, looking like a drenched rat, Steve was laughing on your sofa. But he had made you a hot chocolate, so all was (mostly) forgiven. Except for the fact it was laundry day and due to being a tough month, everything was in the wash and there was nothing dry to put on. So along came Steve’s jumper; warm and soft and safe, just like him. He ignored the way his heart swelled and the sight of you in his clothes or the way his stomach fluttered as you stepped out of the kitchen, the arms making sweater paws, asking if he wanted whipped cream.

The second time was in the hospital, just after the time travel incident. It was his favourite jumper you were wearing, hadn’t been washed since he’d gone off to fight. Still smelt like him, you’d all spent days and days in the hospital, waiting. None more than you though, the only times you’d left was to grab a shower and a couple hours kip when you knew he was in safe hands and you could feel yourself flagging. Nat had asked you as a joke ‘don’t you have your own jumper y/l/n?’ but her smirk faded when she saw your face. You’d tried to laugh but it was more of a grimace. “You know y/n, you’ve spent more time here than anybody. Sure you’re just friends?” You’d swallowed and nodded.

“I don’t know how to live my life without him. He’s my person.” She’d merely nodded in response.

The third time someone had commented on you wearing Steve’s clothes was Steve himself. You were busy getting ready for a nightshift and had half heartedly put your face on. Steve had been out the hospital a couple months and everyone was slowly starting to return to normal, getting used to having everyone back again. Unknowingly you nearly always had something of Steve’s on, due to trouble sleeping and what not he’d left quite the wardrobe at your house. As you had with his. So you’d put on one of his t shirts and was about to leave when you turned around and saw him leaning in the doorway, soft smile on his face. “Morning.” You stuck your tongue out at him and made to move past him but he stopped you, holding onto your arms slightly. “Is that my t shirt?”

“Do you mind? Just it’s really comfy for a nightshift!” He shook his head.

“Not at all doll. See you in the morning?”

“If you’re not in the gym, yeah? You staying here tonight?”

“I’ll wait for you. If you don’t mind? Sharons got a kitchen being fitted.” With that you kissed him on the cheek and left, throwing a ‘bye’ over your shoulder. Leaving him watching your retreating form, wondering when exactly you’d gone from the initial hello to practically living together.

The fourth time, might have been the most awkward. Four or five times a year, you’d all make the journey to Clints and have a family bbq. You weren’t sure when exactly you’d been classed as family but you were grateful all the same. Steve always offered to drive and you guys would make a day off it; leaving when it was still dark to watch the sunrise and you’d get him a coffee to say thanks for driving. Music would play and you’d both sing together, making a musical production out of the best ballads. This time however, Steve had asked if you’d be okay to go with Sam and Bucky, he was going to be arriving late. Although odd, you’d agreed and you guys had a blast on the first night. Sharing drinks and stories before calling it a night and getting some sleep. The following morning you came down in shorts, t shirt and Steve’s plaid shirt over the top. The team had stopped commenting on how you nearly always wore something of Steve’s, instead opting to joke about your height and other superficial matters. However today was different, as you were washing the breakfast dishes, Bucky came along to help. You joked and laughed and was about to splash him with some water when you heard a light giggle behind you. “Is that Steve’s?” Your stomach dropped and Buckys face went from happy go lucky to we’re at war in an instant. “What?” You stalled, wiping your hands on your, no, Steve’s shirt. Sharon. Why was Sharon here? Before she could ask again, Steve walked through the door and stood next to Sharon. Bucky sent him a questioning look and Steve sort of shrugged in response. Sharon, not missing a beat, wrapped Steve’s arm around her shoulders and giggled into his chest again. “This is, well, you know Sharon. I’ve taken Bucks advice and gone into the dating world.” There was silence and more giggling Sharon before you spoke. “Right.” Bucky however was stunned and opened his mouth slightly. “Y/N do you mind taking Steve’s shirt off? It’s just I find it a bit weird now that we’re dating that another girl is wearing his clothes.” She sent you a sarcastic smile and Bucky audibly growled. “Yeah. I do mind.” You throw Steve a look before shoving the cloth back in the sink with a splash and stalking out the room. You hear Bucky say something to Steve but you’re too far away to hear what it was before you hear him run up behind you. “Y/N! Y/N!” You stop and turn, surprised that there’s tears in your eyes. “Do you want me to take you home?” You shake your head and send Bucky a soft smile. “No thankyou. I don’t know what came over me. I’m just going up to my room.” You didn’t wear any of Steve’s clothes for the rest of the weekend, trying to ignore how oddly hurt Steve looked at this fact.

In the couple months he dated Sharon, something seemed to happen. You guys were still close but normal things that you guys used to do didn’t happen anymore. He didn’t stay at your house anymore and vice versa. To say it was affecting your sleep was an understatement, you were lucky to get three or four hours a night. When you were in a room together, you had to think about not touching the other. When it came to group things, more planning went into your outfits, making sure that you had nothing of Steve’s on. Sharon had even claimed back your favourite jumper, the very first one he’d given you on that rainy day. It was three am when you heard the knocking, at first you thought might be kids or drunks but you lived in too nice of an area for that really. When the knocking continued, you stood sleepily and stumbled to the front door. Becoming awake and alert when you saw Steve stood there, it was raining again. “Steve?” You mumbled and he sent you a lopsided smile.

“Hey.”

“What’s up? Is everyone okay?” Immediately on fight mode. He chuckled and nodded. “Everyone’s fine.” You stood dazed for a moment, realised he was getting wet and stepped back to let him in. “What can I do for you?” You busied yourself in the kitchen making tea, aware that you were only in a t shirt and you were freezing. This wouldn’t have normally been an issue before but since Sharon, everything seemed to be a problem. “I broke up with Sharon.”

“Oh Steve.” You place the steaming cup in front of him and he takes a seat, smiling gratefully at the cup. “It was for the best. She didn’t get me. Well what I should say is, she didn’t get why I needed you in my life. It’s been killing me, this not touching, not talking, you not walking around in my clothes.” Unsure what to say, you just took a sip of your own tea and swirled the thoughts around in your head before opening your mouth to talk. “I think you’d be hard pressed to find someone who does understand though Steve. It’s not exactly like we have a normal friendship is it?” You cocked your head at him and he laughed lightly. The lightest he’d looked in weeks. “Here.” He passes you the jumper, the very first jumper and you quickly put it on, hoping he doesn’t notice the tears that spring to your eyes or hear the lump in your throat. “Bed?” You ask, he locks eyes with you and you both know this is different now, that tomorrow and in the days to come you’ll have to have a conversation about the two of you. But for now you have him, his jumper, a three am magical moment and he smiles and nods. “Bed.”

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TCSE AU Chapter 22:

Ever since New Year’s, Ruby strove to do her best. She did her best in her studies, in her combat, and especially in her role as leader and girlfriend.

It had been a week since New Year’s, and Ruby didn’t feel like waking up this morning. She didn’t feel her best, and when Weiss woke up before her, she felt even worse. Within a few minutes, she opened her eyes in the slightest and saw Weiss watching with a concerned look.

“Ruby,” Weiss whispered, “are you alright? You didn’t wake up at my bed this morning. Not to mention you’re also breathing through your mouth instead of your nose. Are you congested?”

When Ruby tried to speak, her voice was nasally. She couldn’t get anything out other than a groan and a cough. The young girl felt a cold hand press against her forehead, and Weiss sighed.

“You’re sick,” Weiss said in an undertone. She brushed Ruby’s bangs out of her face and gave a sympathetic smile.

“That sucks,” Ruby coughed. Her cough started up a coughing fit, and Weiss went straight to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.

The young girl sat up and took a small sip, handing the glass back to Weiss once finished. Weiss then took her scroll and turned on the flashlight, asking her partner to open her mouth. Ruby did as she asked, and Weiss grimaced and sighed again.

“That bad, huh?” The poor girl coughed again, prompting Weiss to give her the glass of water again.

“Refrain from speaking until you’ve had medicine. And yes, your tonsils are swollen. It’s not serious enough to go to the doctor, but it’s bad enough to keep you out of class.” Weiss shook her head and rested her head on Ruby’s bed. “I told you to change out of your pajamas before going into the snow.”

Ruby pouted and pursed her lips. Weiss tittered and placed a kiss on Ruby’s forehead. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone today.”

“But you never skip classes,” the sick girl whispered.

“I know. But I’ll make an exception for you. Somebody has to take care of you.”

This made Ruby smile, Weiss knowing she did something right.

Behind the two girls, Yang started groaning, notifying the two that she was awake now. Blake had to be awake at this point as well since nobody is able to sleep through her groans. Just like any other day, Yang starts by falling out of her bunk, dragging her Faunus girlfriend with her.

As soon as Yang gets up from the floor, she immediately notices Weiss standing on a glyph at Ruby’s bunk. “Yo, Weiss, what’re you doing up there? Is Ruby still in bed?”

“Ruby is sick.”

“What? Okay, Blake, where’s that motivational cat poster? I’ll get the video games and the milk. Don’t worry, Rubes, you’ll be good in not time.” Yang went straight to the kitchen while Blake disregarded her partner to freshen up for the day.

“What? No, Yang, she needs actual medicine!” Weiss crossed her arms and lowered the glyph below her feet, walking to the kitchen to deter Yang. “Milk and video games will do nothing for her. She needs to stay in and rest.”

“Weiss, I’ve been taking care of her since she was born. I know what I’m doing,” Yang quipped, continuing with her task.

“Let me ask you then: how long does it take for Ruby to recover with your method of medicine?”

“Four to five days tops.”

“Yang,” Weiss grunted, “she could be better by tomorrow if you gave her what she needs. Hot tea, cold medicine, and rest are the only things she needs today.”

The blonde narrowed her eyes at the heiress and sneered. “What would you know, Princess?”

“It’s not the first time I’ve been sick, Yang. My butler would give me ACTUAL medicine and I’d be better within a day.”

Yang grumbled and decided to give up. It was too early for this, she thought. “Fine. But look around. I don’t think we have any cold medicine in this dorm. I don’t think we even have any medicine for that matter.”

“I’ll buy it. Just take Blake and get to class.”

“Alright, then you get ready as well.” Yang started walking back to the main room to get her uniform.

“I’m not going to class.”

Suddenly, Yang gasped. “Is Weiss Schnee playing hooky for once in her life? I didn’t think I’d ever see the day.”

The heiress shook her head and yawned. “No, you oaf, I’m staying to take care of her. She is my girlfriend, and as such, she needs the best care she can get, not milk and video games.”

Yang dropped her posture and slouched, letting out a long, annoyed groan. “Jeez, your nobility is sickening. I think I might need to stay in too.”

Weiss rolled her eyes and pushed the taller girl out of the kitchen. “Nice try. Get dressed.”

“Whatever you say, Mom,” Yang retorted as she grabbed her uniform.

As the black and yellow couple left the dorm in uniform, Weiss scoured the dorm for any medicine that could be of use to Ruby. Sadly there was none, and she would have to go out and buy some. She changed into a white pea coat that her butler had dubbed ‘snowpea’, the nickname her grandfather gave her before he died.

“Woah~” Ruby’s slurred voice drew Weiss’s attention. “Weiss, you look so pretty~”

She then realized she would also have to provide Ruby with food, and since she couldn’t cook, going anywhere near the stove was out of the question. She’d have to buy takeout from somewhere to keep them both fed. The mess hall was not a good idea either because Yang had tried to sneak food from the mess hall to the dorm. Professor Goodwitch wasn’t too happy about that once she found out.

��Stay in bed, Ruby. Rest up if you can, I’m going to the city to get you some medicine and food. Please don’t get out of bed unless necessary. I should be back in fifteen minutes.”

“But that’s too long~” the young girl whined.

“I know. I’ll try to be sooner, but you know how the airship schedules are on weekdays.” Weiss returned to Ruby’s bed and planted a kiss on the brunette’s forehead. “I love you, you dolt.”

The leader giggled. “I love you too, Weiss-y~”

Weiss grabbed her scarf on the way out and closed the door gently, wrapping the scarf around her neck as she began her journey to Vale’s supermarket. She could just order some from Atlas and have it delivered within an hour or so, but her father would question it since she never gets sick anymore. She’s built up a huge tolerance to colds, and cold medicine is no longer of use to her.

But it will be to Ruby, considering all the girl was running on was milk, cookies, and mind-rotting video games.

The airship ride was quiet and cold, but Weiss had been kept occupied with Ruby’s constant texts. The heiress repeatedly told her partner to rest and sleep, but Ruby argued that she couldn’t until Weiss got back.

With a sigh, Weiss smiled as she put away her scroll. She didn’t think she’d ease into this relationship as quickly as she did. Her father had built so many walls around her, but as soon as her lips connected with Ruby’s, they all came crashing down in an instant.

She hoped that they would last through the decades to come.

Once she arrived in Vale, Weiss went straight to the nearest convenient store, keeping in mind her promise to Ruby of returning as soon as possible. She rushed through the sliding doors, down to the non-prescription isle, and grabbed the cold medicine as soon as she saw it. As she walked to the counter, she looked out the window and saw Vale’s bakery across the street. Perhaps she could get Ruby some cookies.

In the matter of minutes, she paid for the small bottle and rushed out of the store, sprinting across the street to the bakery. Ruby was a regular there, and Weiss knew the order she got every time she went.

Chocolate chip cookies, the classic of the classic. Not chunky, not chewy, no candies mixed in either. Ruby liked her cookies simple and wouldn’t have them any other way.

Her final stop was Vale’s Finest to get some coffee and breakfast for her and her partner. Egg sandwiches would have to suffice for today. She considered getting her partner some coffee as well until she remembered that Ruby needed tea.

Weiss left Vale as soon as she had arrived, and soon enough, the dorm building was within her sight. She could see Ruby from the window, staring straight at her with a toothy grin. Ruby was waving frantically, and Weiss wondered why she was out of bed when she specifically told her to stay in it.

Ruby waited for the door to open, and as soon as it did, Weiss stood there as she removed her scarf and coat. She smiled as she slowly clambered towards her white-clad girlfriend, the other girl having a look of concern grow on her face.

“Ruby, what are you doing out of bed? I told you to stay in it until I got back.”

“Yeah, I know,” Ruby whined, “but I wanted to wait for you. ‘Sides, I fell out of bed to go to the bathroom. And now I’m out of bed and you’re home.”

The heiress sighed, and Ruby giggled as she watched her girlfriend roll her eyes. “You are such a dolt.”

“Your dolt!”

“Yes, yes, my dolt.” Weiss took Ruby’s hand and led her to the lower bunk of the two, pulling up the sheets so Ruby could lay down. “Seeing as I don’t want you to fall out of your bed again, you’d better sleep in my bed instead.”

“Really? Is that okay? What about tonight? Where will you sleep?” Ruby went into a coughing fit, but tried her best to halt it to hear Weiss’s answer.

“It’s not the first time we’ve slept in the same bed, Ruby.”

“I-I guess you got a good point.”

“I do have a good point. Now here’s an egg sandwich. I’ll make you some tea and then you’ll take your medicine. Then we’re free to do whatever you wish so long as it’s not too strenuous.”

Ruby smiled as she gladly received the sandwich from her partner. It was still very warm and smelled quite delicious. Her partner disappeared into the kitchen, and Ruby took the time to savor her food, something she rarely ever does. She usually tries inhaling it and ends up choking, Weiss always asking if she was dating Ruby Rose or a clone of Yang Xiao Long.

Her girlfriend came back not too long after she had finished her food, a steaming mug of tea in her hands. “You finished that sandwich fast. You are Ruby Rose, however, so I shouldn’t be surprised. Honestly, how have you not gained anything after eating blasphemous amounts of cookies and sweets?”

“Semblance metabolism!” Ruby sang. “I can’t get fat!”

Weiss sighed as she sat down on the bed. “You’re going to get old and your semblance will slow, then you will truly know the struggle in life.”

“Being an old fart?”

“Being fat, Ruby.”

The young girl laughed. “When I’m old, I’d probably be too wrinkly for you to notice. Well, either that or I’d still keep my super awesome face.” Ruby patted her face and ran her fingers over her cheeks. “You’d love me fat or not anyway.”

The heiress pinched one of her partner’s cheeks like a grandmother would. “I suppose I would. Here is your tea.”

“Thanks, Weiss. And thanks for taking care of me. You really didn’t have to, I know I’m such a handful.” Ruby took the mug and sipped on it slowly, only to result in a burnt tongue.

“Oh Ruby,” Weiss tittered, “it’s really not a problem. I know you’re a handful, but you’re the only handful I’m willing to hold.”

“Awe, when did you start getting all sappy and romantic?”

“Perhaps a certain dolt has rubbed off on me.”

The bedridden girl suddenly entered a coughing fit, and Weiss quickly went to the kitchen to get her girlfriend’s medicine. She also prepared a plate of the cookies she had bought as well as a warm glass of milk.

“Here,” Weiss handed the small cup of dark, sappy liquid to her partner. “This should hopefully help with the swelling and fever.”

“Thanks, Weiss. This should really help my nose too. Congestion is just awful.”

Weiss nodded in agreement. “Congestion is the worst.”

“Definitely is.” Ruby drank the dark liquid quickly, sticking her tongue out in disgust as soon as she finished. “Jeez, that tastes nasty. Was there even a flavor for that?”

“I don’t believe so. The most effective medicines don’t really have an appealing flavor.” The silverette set the plate of cookies on Ruby’s lap and handed her the glass of milk as she took the medicine cup.

Ruby gasped in delight as she saw the treats being placed in her lap. “Are these for me?”

“No, they’re for your sister when she gets back. I just thought I’d put these on your lap,” Weiss deadpanned. “Of course they’re for you, you dolt. Please eat slowly, I don’t want you to start choking and die of suffocation.”

The brunette grinned as she took one of the cookies, dipped it in the warm milk, and took a satisfied bite out of it. “Simple chocolate chip. Are these from Vale’s bakery?”

“The best one in the city.”

“No candies, nuts, or anything added?”

“No ma’am.”

“Brown sugar instead of white?”

“I’m pretty positive. They shouldn’t have changed the recipe since the last time we visited.”

Ruby took a sip of her milk, a white mustache being left behind as she smiled at her girlfriend. “You know me so well.”

“What kind of a girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

With another giggle, the leader set the plate and glass aside and wrapped her arms around the slender figure of her favorite silverette. “Thank you, Weiss. I know I say it all the time, but I really mean it. I love you, Weiss.”

“And I mean it just as much as you do, Ruby. I love you more.”

“I honestly didn’t think we’d progress so quickly in this relationship. Like, you haven’t even mentioned a thing about your family since we got together.”

Ruby noticed Weiss’s grip loosened, and as she saw Weiss’s face, she noticed the older girl was looking away. “Weiss?”

“My father would absolutely hate me if he found out. He would hate you, not only because you are a girl, but--please don’t take offense to any of this--because of your background.”

“None taken at all. I get it, I really have nothing to give you that he might consider worthy of being your partner.”

Weiss’s strength returned in her grip around her partner, hugging the younger girl tightly once more. “Maybe to him, but you have given me everything I could ever want. Everything I could ever need. I could care less if he disowns me; I’d do anything to piss him off and send him to hell.”

“You hate him that strongly?” The heiress nodded in response, and Ruby took her hands in her own. “Then I will do everything in my power to protect you from him. Weiss, I can’t give you anything other than my feelings and love, but--” Ruby held up her ring finger--“this promise means everything to me. And I will do everything I can to uphold it and make you the most fulfilled girl in the world. My mom had told me before that happiness is a byproduct of the best goals we chase. So I want to help you chase whatever goal it is you have because you deserve it. You deserve the happiness that comes with your end goal.”

Ruby watched as Weiss took her ringed hand, bringing it closer to her lips to plant a gentle kiss. “Thank you, Ruby.”

“Not a problem at all, Weiss.” As the moment faded, Weiss shifted to sit beside Ruby as said girl grabbed her plate of cookies and glass of milk. “Hey Weiss, do you want to watch a movie with me?”

“What do you intend to watch?”

“I downloaded the newest Spruce Willis movie if you want to watch that.”

Weiss nodded with a smile. “That sounds nice, Ruby.”

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She didn’t know when or how it happened, but Ruby woke up to see the movie was on pause, Weiss staring into space as she stroked red-tipped strands.

“W-Was I asleep?” Her voice sounded worse than before. Not only was it incredibly nasally, it was scratchy and strained.

It took Weiss a moment to register that her partner was awake, an even longer moment to process the question that had just been asked. She hadn’t even realized the condition of Ruby’s voice.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, Ruby, I was spacing out. I paused the movie for you if you want to continue watching.”

Ruby shook her head. “No, it’s okay, I’ve already seen this movie anyway. Did you watch it while I was asleep?”

“I did. I know I should’ve waited for you, but I didn’t realize you were asleep until the movie was almost over. Your head fell on my shoulder so suddenly.”

Ruby yawned. “I’m sorry, Weiss.”

“Don’t be, Ruby. You need rest anyway, just listen to your body. You should continue sleeping.”

“But now I feel like I can’t sleep.”

“Then what do you suggest we do?”

“We can...” Ruby droned quietly. “Ooh, we could snuggle!” Her excitement started another coughing fit, and her groan sounded worse than this morning.

Weiss sighed. “Would you like another cup of tea?”

Nodding slowly, Ruby coughed a couple more times before she gasped for air. The medicine was doing wonders for her right now. Her throat had never felt scratchier.

“Ruby, do you need pain relievers? I bought ibuprofen and Tylenol if you need them.” Weiss called out from the kitchen, waiting in silence for Ruby’s quiet reply.

“That’d be g-great,” Ruby rasped.

A few minutes pass and Ruby is on the verge of falling asleep again as Weiss comes out with the tea and a couple of pills. The young huntress woke up as soon as Weiss sat down on the bed, her drowsy eyes threatening to shut tightly.

“Does your throat still hurt?”

Ruby made a noise in attempt to speak, but the pain lingered. She nodded instead, which told Weiss enough about her condition.

“Then take the ibuprofen, drink your tea, and then go to sleep. The medicine should be helping with your fever.”

Crossing her arms, Ruby pouted like an upset puppy. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

“Sure it does,” Weiss placed her hand on Ruby’s forehead. “It’s already going down.”

Silver met icy blue, and suddenly time stopped again. Ruby leaned closer to Weiss, the heiress following suit as their foreheads touched. A sudden urge to be intimate settled upon the two despite the fact that one of them was sick.

“Weiss, I want to kiss you.”

“You’re sick.”

“Sooooooo? You’re too pretty not to kiss!”

Weiss sighed and smiled, shifting on the bed to let her partner lie down. “You need to sleep. I’ll snuggle with you if you want. But you need to take your medicine and drink some tea first.”

“Okaaaaaaaaay,” Ruby whined as her partner gave her the mug of tea. She sipped her tea slowly, smiling at Weiss as she always had been. Weiss gave her the couple of pills, and she swallowed them swiftly with her tea.

Minutes go by as Weiss watched her girlfriend drink her tea in peace, slowly but surely letting sleep take over the brunette’s body. When the tea was finished, Weiss took the mug to bring back to the kitchen as well as the other dishes sitting on the bedside bookcase. She felt Ruby grab her sleeve, silver eyes only seen through thin slits.

“Weissssssssss, don’t leave meeeee,” the younger girl mumbled.

“I never will, Ruby. I’m just going to put these away.”

“Then,” silver eyes looked up thoughtfully, “will you be beside me when I wake up?”

Weiss smiled and nodded. “Of course. Now go to sleep, my silly dolt.”

And as Weiss disappeared to the kitchen one last time, Ruby had closed her eyes and let sleep consume her.

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When Ruby woke up, she saw Weiss bundled up with her in the bed. She was also asleep, her quiet breaths causing Ruby to smile. As Ruby was admiring her partner sleeping peacefully, she heard her scroll vibrate on the bedside bookcase. Reluctantly, she reached over to grab the device, the time reading as 3:42 pm. A message was left for her a little under an hour ago.

She opened her scroll and read the message from her sister. Yang had said she and Blake would be going into the city for a bit since they saw her and Weiss asleep. They didn’t want to disturb--and Ruby quoted--“the gay sleeping beauties.”

“Well someone was thoughtful for once,” Ruby murmured under her breath as she put the scroll away.

The heiress beside her was so close, so warmly and tightly held by the brunette. It reminded her of their time at the hotel. Ruby never would’ve thought that she’d ever get to do it again, as the heiress’ girlfriend no less.

Ruby nuzzled into Weiss’s alabaster locks, the light aroma of vanilla and roses bringing her a smile. Weiss was definitely using her shampoo. She was glad that her congestion was starting to clear up for now, and she didn’t feel as awful as this morning. Sleep really did do something miraculous when compared to Yang’s treatment.

Weiss woke up just in time for Ruby to place a kiss beneath ivory bangs. The redness in Ruby’s cheeks and nose had faded quite a bit, and the girl’s smile was clearer than earlier. “Looks like someone’s getting better.”

“All thanks to you, Weiss!” The brunette continued to pepper Weiss with kisses, pecking her forehead, nose, cheeks, and even her neck.

“Rest, tea, and medicine are the only things you need.”

Ruby shook her head. “You’re forgetting something very important.”

“Am I now?” Weiss arched an eyebrow as a smile curled onto her lips.

“You also need an amazing girlfriend named Weiss Schnee to take care of you.”

With her free hand, Weiss reached up and ruffled Ruby’s hair with a giggle. “You charmer. It’s too bad that I’m only available to one person only.”

“Then that person must be extremely lucky.” Ruby smirked with a certain charm that Weiss could only define as some sort of seduction. “I’m glad that one person is me.”

“Is it now? And just how can you be so sure?”

“Because of this--” Ruby held up her ringed hand--“and because of this.” She gracefully pressed her lips on Weiss’s own, Weiss returning with as much fervor and love. Ruby pulled away and flashed Weiss the same smirk. “Case closed.”

“Alright, alright. What time is it?”

“About four o’clock.”

“Four?” Weiss pressed her hand onto Ruby’s forehead, the younger girl jumping with a yelp.

“Jeez, your hands are so cold!”

“Hush. Your temperature is going down which is good, your voice is significantly better than before which is even better, but there’s one more thing to check.” Taking Ruby’s scroll off of the bedside bookcase, Weiss turned on the flashlight and made Ruby open her mouth wide. “The swelling has gone down, but not completely. You’ll have to take one more dose tonight and you should be better by tomorrow.”

“What? But that stuff’s disgusting!”

“And so is coffee with barrels of sugar, but do you complain about it? No!”

“B-But that’s different! Sugar tastes good, medicine doesn’t!”

“Ruby, do you want to get better?” Weiss stared into Ruby’s silver eyes with as much seriousness as she could muster.

“No?”

“Wrong answer. You’re taking that medicine whether you like it or not.”

“But I don’t wanna!”

Weiss sighed and flicked Ruby’s forehead, then gently kissed her lover’s nose. “I want you to get better, Ruby. I only want the best for you because I love you.”

Ruby couldn’t deny that. She couldn’t argue with any of that. “Alright. Only because I love you more.”

“Thank you, Ruby. After you have your medicine, I’ll allow you another cookie. But, tomorrow we begin studying again. We’ll study twice as hard because of your sick day.”

“Whaaaaaat?! That’s even lamer!”

“Only the best for you, Ruby.”

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I apologize if it’s a little shorter than usual, writer’s block is a real jerk. Like, I know what I wanted to do with this chapter, I just didn’t know how to go about it. Ya know?

Until next chapter!

-Scarlet

#tcse au chapter 22 #tcse au #rwby #rwby au #my fanfics

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A warm celebration

Rating: Everyone Word count: 1,5K Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama Pairing: Reiji Kotobuki Genre: Fluff, just fluff. So much fluff that I’m about to cry. Warning: gay AF, don’t read it if you don’t like those things.

I was supposed to write and upload this other birthday fic like... 17 days ago, but things happened and I wasn’t able to... I’m deeply sorry for this, but not really, since this came out better than I expected. I love this fic, it made me go “AGDSVATGSHGT” inside. I find it funny that you were the one who got me into UtaPri and the first UtaPri fic I ever uploaded is for your birthday lol. Anyways, here you have your super late birthday present. I hope you like this as much as I do <3 ______________________________________________________________

So far, it was a normal day in his life. He woke up early as every other day, helped make some breakfast and got congratulated for almost everyone in the Shining Agency; the only one that haven’t said anything to him was the person he wanted to spend that special day with.

“So, what do you want to do for your birthday, Luke?” Camus asked, taking a drink of his probably too-sweet-to-be-good tea. “We should probably make a grand party, use the space we have here to throw an elegant ball… Probably a masquerade!” he said, delighted with the idea he came up with. Ranmaru laughed at the longer haired man. “He wouldn’t like something like that. We should do something like… a karaoke night, a fight between us and our respective units. Luke could join you and Cecil and we would be three groups of three.” he suggested.

Ai was absentmindedly looking at the two of them fight as he took a sip of his coffee, Luke was sitting next to him looking at the other two men bickering about what to do for his birthday with a bored expression on his face.

If he was honest, he would be fine with just some regular dinner and a slice of cake. That was all he needed, but two quarters of Quartet Night were too focused on making a big celebration out of his birthday.

“Let’s see what Luke thinks of it.” Ranmaru suggested and both of them looked at him with the most terrifying expressions he ever saw in their faces. “Luke, what would you prefer to do for your birthday?”

“Well, I would like to…” he began to speak, but was suddenly cut off by a figure on the door. Just as he was about to give up and keep on with his daily routine, the brown haired he longed to see walked through the door looking as if he barely managed to get dressed before he went to the dining room, even his hat was almost falling off of his head. “You’re still here! I thought I missed you!” he exclaimed as he grabbed him by his shoulders, surprising the other man. “Go get changed, today you’ll spend the day with me.” he said, making the other man smile softly.

With a smile on his face at his words, he got up and turned around to leave. “He hasn’t answered our question yet, Reiji. Don’t think you have the right to do walk in and take him away like that!” Camus exclaimed, clearly angered at his team mate.

Reiji smiled as he panicked a little under the gaze of the three men that were in the room with him. “I’m sorry, it’s too late now. I’ll be stealing him for the day and you won’t get a say in it!” he answered in a singing voice as he served himself some coffee while he waited for the man to finish getting ready.

As he finished his coffee, Luke walked into the room again. Reiji smiled at him and took the keys of his car, then he walked towards him and grabbed his hand, pulling him away softly. He didn’t question the brown haired, he just let himself be pulled towards the green beetle that was parked outside of the building. No words were exchanged between them as Reiji began to drive away from the Shining Agency.

As if the silence was kind of awkward for Reiji, he began to hum in a really low voice, almost like a whisper. Luke smiled again, that was an old habit of his. Ever since he met the singer, he would hum under his breath when nervous and that would make Camus go crazy sometimes, but he found it simply adorable.

He immediately recognized the song that he was humming, it was “Never...”. Some of the cool December air found its way inside of the car and the snow kept falling and piling up on the hood of the car.

It was clearly a relaxing cold morning, one of those that would want you to be wrapped in some warm blankets while drinking some hot chocolate. And yet there he was, going on a road trip to who-knew-where with the man he had a huge crush on.

The thought made him laugh to himself, he was actually happy that he took him away from the fight Ranmaru and Camus were having, now he could spend his birthday the way he actually wanted to without making anyone feel bad about it.

Once the car stopped, he looked outside of the window only to find himself in a really familiar place… was that…? Reiji opened his door with one of signature smiles, distracting him for a second. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.” he said, taking his hand and finally taking him out of the small beetle he owned.

The cold air hit him even harder as he stepped out of the car, and he immediately hugged himself in an attempt to keep himself warm. “Come on, we have plenty to see!” he said excitedly as he pulled the younger man around the place where they had met for the first time.

He wasn’t expecting to see the brown haired in such a good mood, but… it was Reiji after all, what was he expecting? It was normal to see him with a huge smile on his face all of the time.

The day was spent away by walking around the city, visiting different places that interested both of them. The final place he took Luke to was a small part of the port, where they could see the sea. A normal place for couples to go to. He looked at his companion with a confused expression on his face, but he either didn’t noticed it or completely ignored his confusion and kept walking. Towards where the concrete ended and the sea began.

“Did you have fun today?” he asked as he leaned on his elbows on the railing, the wind was blowing softly, messing with his long hair as he looked back at him. His smile seemed honest now and his body language looked relaxed, it was almost like he was opening his heart up to him in that instant.

Luke walked up to him and did the exact same thing, leaning on the railing and looked at the sea in front of them. “Here.” Reiji said, bringing his attention back to him as he put his hat on his head. “This is your birthday present. I know you like them a lot.” he laughed softly as the other man blushed a little.

“Th… thank you.” he stuttered a little, trying not to look at him again. He wouldn’t be able to deal with the man he was in love with seeing him blushing like that, he was thankful that Ren wasn’t aroud to see that. He was sure he wouldn’t ever hear the end of it if he saw him in that state.

“But that’s not all.” he stood straight, looking at the shorter brown haired who looked really surprised as he grabbed him by his shoulders again and made him stand straigher, like he was doing. He had another gift for his birthday? A sigh came out of Reiji’s lips, making Luke panic. What was going on? What was all of this about?

Just as he felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest from the anxiety that the whole situation was giving him, the taller man held his face in his hands and, before he had the time to realize what was going on, kissed him.

“Happy birthday, Luke.” he whispered with an even happier smile on his face as he finally let go, clearly happy that the other man didn’t push him away. The birthday boy was shocked. It was like his mind stopped working for a second, trying to process what had just happened.

Reiji began to walk away, towards his car, leaving him behind. He only looked back to wink at him but kept walking. “Reiji, wait!” he exclaimed, making him stop. And the singer did, he stopped and turned around, waiting for Luke to catch up with him. “Yes? What is it?” once they were together again, he seemed completely unaffected by what just had happened. “You have to take me back or were you planning on leaving me out here in the cold?” Reiji laughed nervously, like he did when Camus got mad at him, once he realized his mistake. “Also, there’s something I need to do.” Reiji looked interested at the words that came out of him, but didn’t say a word. He just patiently waited for him to do something, and he did. He got on the tip of his toes to make up for the height difference and kissed him again. Then, he turned around and walked towards Reiji’s car, leaving him behind. “So, are you coming?” Luke screamed from where the car was, snapping Reiji out of his trance.

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belgian-quaffle · 5 years

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Draco and Astoria fall in love over time and tea

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Victorian Chai

This was not how Draco expected to spend his birthday.

"Oops," The brush (more like shove) against his shoulder from the couple as they pass around him on either side shouldn't be a surprise, this is not his first time out in public since the end of the war, and yet, somehow, today, it is.

Equally surprising is the hot drink that ends up spilled across his white shirt. "So sorry," The woman says, struggling to hide both her unapologetic tone and holier-than-thou smirk.

"Don't worry about it," Draco fights back the sigh; it wouldn't do any good.

This much he's learned.

His lack of reaction clearly disappoints them, but their laughter resonates all the same as the couple continues out the door of the cafe. Draco blinks a few times, to clear his thoughts, and steps forward to the counter. "A breakfast tea, please?"

"Wow," He looks up abruptly, suddenly nervous about a second encounter in so many minutes. Instead, he's met with an amused face. "Covered in coffee and you don't even care?"

"It's not the first time," With the rest of the cafe now empty and only this girl's friendly face in front of him, this time he doesn't hold back the sigh.

"Yeah," She looks him up and down appraisingly. "I'd guess not."

A full year after the end of the war, Draco is used to the glances. It doesn't make them any easier. "My tea?" He says plainly.

She flicks her wand over her shoulder. "The water's boiling," She grins simply at him. "Aren't you going to clean your shirt?"

He hesitates, before answering with a scowl. "Left my wand at home,"

Her wand flicks over toward him immediately and shit, telling her that was such a bad decision, he knew...wait, his shirt is dry? He looks down. The stain is gone? Draco looks up and sees the girl failing to hide a smile. "Thanks," He nods.

"You're welcome," She returns, finally starting to fix his tea.

"I mean it," He presses. "Most people wouldn't do that for me right now."

The girl slides his to-go cup across the counter to him, grinning at him. "Most people are not in the same boat as us, Draco,"

His hand pauses on the cup. "Us?"

"Don't you recognize me?" Her grin grows as she takes in the look on his face. He can't place her at all. "They were right! Brunettes do do it better!" She flips her dark hair around, laughing.

It's the hair flip that gives her away; he'd seen that all too often...just not on her. "You're Daphne's sister, aren't you?"

She smiles. "Astoria,"

"Pleasure," Draco nods, pulling his tea over and taking a sip. "This...this is not a breakfast tea,"

She shakes her head. "Victorian chai. You looked like you needed it,"

Draco ducks his head so she can't see the smile on his way out. Far and away the best interaction he's had in public in years.

Earl Grey

"You moved out of your parents' house?" She gasps.

"Well I couldn't stay there forever!" Draco argues.

"I thought it was like, a law, that Malfoys had to stay in that house!"

"Hello pot, it's kettle!" He deadpans, for he knows she's staying with one of her sister's friends right now.

"That's just temporary," She brushes him off. "For my summer job," She waves her arms, and he's abruptly reminded that in just over a week, she'll have to return to Hogwarts and he'll be losing his best friend.

His only friend, really.

"I needed-a change." He needed floors that weren't stained with blood, rooms that didn't echo with shouts of former classmates and teachers. Parents that didn't stop sentences abruptly to avoid voicing an opinion that shouldn't be said but they definitely still had.

You know, former Death Eater things.

"You just wanted to be close to me," She crows.

"Only for your tea," Draco cradles his mug close.

"I feel used,"

"You shouldn't make such good tea then,"

She stares at him. "It's earl grey. A baby could do it,"

He sips his tea coolly. "Remember that when I write you at school, asking you how you get it to taste so good,"

Chocolate Candy Cane Tea

"Draco!" The sudden weight thrown against his back is a complete surprise, but there's really only one person it could be, so when Draco turns as soon as the weight drops off his back, he's already grinning down at the short brunette standing with him.

"You're back!" She's here, Astoria's back and Draco's pulling her in for a hug before he even knows what he's doing.

She's laughing when he lets her go, so much that she doesn't even notice the slight blush in his cheeks, for his own reaction to her arrival had caught him so off guard. "I've missed you too!"

Yes! That's it. He's just-he's missed his friend, is all. "How was end of term?"

Astoria scrunches up her face, looking over her shoulder slightly before turning back to him. Draco's eyes follow her gaze to a group of girls he vaguely remembers being a few years below him at Hogwarts before returning to Astoria. "Ah," He says, nothing more needing to be said.

"They're not all bad," She tacks on guiltily. "But unfortunately, the good ones couldn't be here today.

"Well," Draco offers, looking over her shoulder. The girls are pointing at them now. This can only get worse, in his experience. "I'm doing some Christmas shopping. I could use some help looking for something for my mother if you're looking for a better offer to-"

She's linking their arms before he can finish. "Lead the way,"

Astoria gives him the scoop about those girls as they push through the crowd of students in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies (because that would never be an acceptable gift for Narcissa Malfoy, even Draco knows that) and Draco can't help but wonder why she hasn't mentioned any of this in her letters last semester, which had all seemed so light and happy.

It seemed Hogwarts was taking a little longer to settle down than the picture she'd originally painted for him.

"So," Her light nudge pulls him out of his thoughts and he realizes they've made it through the crowd. "What does your mother like?"

He blinks down at her. "Expensive jewelry to prove she's better than everyone and pureblood elitism,"

She laughs; it's loud and musical, drawing the attention of a few people around them and Draco can't help the small smile that grows over his face as he watches her. "Well one of those you can't buy and one of those you can't afford...you can't afford expensive jewelry right now, right?"

"On my zero galleon salary as a volunteer studying potions and alchemy manuscripts at St. Mungo's?"

"Pro tip: try that "poor little rich boy" act on someone who hasn't ever been to your manor before,"

Draco can't help but laugh and Astoria grins triumphantly. "You get my point," He says.

She grins. "Yes, I suppose I do. Then what else does she like?"

Draco frowns. "I dunno. Clothes?"

Astoria shakes her head. "No,"

"How do you know?" Draco argues.

"I just do!" She reaches up with her free hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and it's then that Draco realizes their arms are still linked. They have been, this entire time. It's been...nice...being this close. He hadn't realized that sweet vanilla smell was her.

Except now he's hyper aware of the fact they're so close. Suddenly, his arm feels heavy and awkward. Why is he so stiff? He is not old enough for body parts to be freezing like this-or is he too old?

"Let's just...pop into a few shops and see if we find anything," Astoria suggests, already leading them into the closest store full of knick-knacks.

"Hello dearies," A sweet old lady greets them the instant they walk in the door. "Anything I can help you with?"

"Ye-" Draco starts, only to be cut off by Astoria.

"Just browsing, thanks."

The owner smiles. "Can I offer you two some tea while you browse?"

Draco's eyes widen. "N-"

"That would be lovely!" Astoria beams and the owner gives them both a smile before hurrying off to the back.

Draco tries to convey she's going to poison us with his eyes as they browse, but he's not sure it passes over to Astoria, since she's happy to continue picking up small objects and sniffing spices.

"Here you are, dears!" Astoria accepts hers with thanks and Draco takes his skeptically, still shouting, "murder," loudly in his head. Maybe she's magically developed Legilimency skills this term.

Apparently not.

"Oh Merlin!" She exclaims. "This is amazing! You have to try it,"

"I don't need to," He says stubbornly. "I have the best tea maker right next to me,"

She shakes her head. "It tastes like Christmas in a cup!"

He scowls, resigning himself to dying and ruining his parents' Christmas. "Oh. Wow,"

"Chocolate candy cane tea," The shop owner smiles. "It's my best seller in December,"

"Does your mum drink tea?" Astoria's got that look in her eye and Draco nods, knowing exactly where she's going.

"This would be perfect."

He returns to the shop a day later, to pick up another bag of it to give to Astoria for Christmas. She's completely surprised and her hazel eyes light up as she throws her arms around him in thanks and he finds himself returning the hug almost immediately with no reservations this time.

It's such a vastly different response than the tight lipped smile and nod he'd received from his mother.

White Papaya Tea

Astoria's cleaning a table in the cafe, where she's taken a job again after graduating back in May while she figures out what to do next, when Draco grabs her waist to twirl her around excitedly. "You'll never..." He trails off, when he sees her face. "What's wrong? You look a bit flushed today,"

"Nothing," She shakes her head. "What's-" Her cheeks are still pink. "You look happy! What's happened?"

He examines her skeptically, but lets it slide. "I-I found something today,"

"You did?" Her eyes light up and she drops the rag on the table. "Can you-are you going to tell me?" She's already going behind the counter to make tea and Draco settles down at a table. She's back in a few moments, with two mugs, and places one in front of him while sitting down across from him.

Draco takes a sip of the tea-it's creamy and slightly sweet. "What is this?"

"White papaya," Astoria says impatiently. "Draco! What did you find?"

He can't help but laugh at her eagerness. Her entire face is lit up and he can't help but smile along with her. Just her presence always lifts him up. "It's big, Stor, it's-" He explains a little about the manuscript he's been working through recently and how it could help retrieve lost memories, before he continues. "And it would make such a difference right now on people who've lost their memories from the Imperius or Cruciatus,"

"Draco," She breathes. "This-this is huge!"

It is huge. It's been the only thing they've talked about all day at work. It's what's going to put him on the map, maybe finally give people something to whisper about him without a hint of disdain in their voices.

And he'd immediately rushed here to tell her about it the moment he'd been able.

The realization washes over him abruptly and he tenses, even as she's still smiling her perfect smile at him.

"We have to celebrate!" She exclaims.

"Sorry," He hears himself say, rather coldly. "I'm busy now,"

Astoria looks, understandably confused at his sudden change in tone, but she nods all the same. "Later then,"

"Maybe," Draco nods, but now that he knows how he feels, he can't. He has to protect her from the names and words. "Goodbye, Astoria,"

He turns quickly so as not to see the look on her face, but he doesn't manage to move fast enough to avoid seeing it fall.

Victorian Chai

It's a few weeks later that Draco is waiting outside the cafe, two to-go cups of tea in a carrier in his hand, taking deep breaths to steady his nerves. A few Astoria-less weeks later that have been absolutely miserable.

It turns out that avoiding her after realizing his feelings for her had done nothing to make them go away. What a surprise.

He pulls out his pocketwatch to check the time, nodding when everything looks right. Suddenly, the door opens in front of him and he jumps up, but it makes no difference; when Astoria sees him, she stops abruptly. "What are you-" She stops. "Why haven't you been around in a while?"

"I was being stupid," Draco says firmly. "But I'm done doing that now," If he was going to be better now, he was going to do it with everything, Astoria included. She stares at him, lips pursed, and unable to take the silence, he says, "Did you change your hair?"

She nods. "Daphne tells me that getting bangs is never really about getting bangs and there's really some great, underlying trauma, but I think I like them. They feel..."

"New," Draco supplies, because he knows the exact feeling, of needing something tangible to feel like things are different. A visible representation to signify the fresh start.

"Yeah," She nods. "Is one of those for me?"

"Yes!" He passes it over to her. "A Victorian chai." She smiles; it's clear she remembers the same as he does. "Though it's nowhere near as good as yours."

"I see," She says, sounding like she wants to be teasing, but her words cut a little too much. "You're just back because you want me for my tea,"

"It's not just for your tea," Draco admits. "Though it's taken me far too long to admit that it's for you too,"

There's a splash against his foot and Astoria's breath catches in her throat as she looks up at him. She doesn't appear to notice she's dropped her cup, but Draco doesn't care this time that there's coffee spilled all over him as he steps closer to her.

Her lips part just in time for him to kiss them softly. "You made me drop my tea," She accuses, when they break apart.

"I told you it wasn't very good!"

"Hmm, if only we knew someone who could do it better," Astoria grins, leaning in to kiss him again.

"If only," Draco agrees, thinking they may not be getting that tea for a while.

A/N:This was originally written for The Great Collab of 2018-2019 over at HPFT. This was for topic 1: new beginnings with a challenge theme of slow burn.

additionally, many thanks to starbuck for reading over this and giving lovely comments and advice! also, shoutout to my aunt and uncle's spice and tea store, which is where i specifically looked for types of tea to use in this, thanks fam

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Ten Days- Day 2

The next morning, the sound of crisp patter again my window woke me up. Images of painting-worthy landscapes swam beneath my eyelids with memory and I fluttered my eyes open.

The sunlight caught something in my room through my opaque curtains, drawing rainbows around the four-walled space. It looked extraordinary and I immediately caught my breath. Maybe the world was beautiful after all.

Mesmerised, I walked over to my wall and placed my hand flat on the cold, pimpled surface. The rainbow patterned itself onto my hand, into every crevice and imperfection. I didn’t notice how deeply the moment had captured me until another stone hit my window.

I quickly scrambled to my feet, rushing over to pull the curtains apart from each other. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I felt excitement to be facing a new day.

“Shawn Peter Raul Mendes .” I called out, his middle names rolling off of my tongue for some reason. I widely opened the window and looked down at him. “You are going to scratch my window.” I laughed, watching as he sheepishly continued to stare at me.

“Sorry Rose…uh.” He stopped to think. Then, giving up, he looked back up at me.

I chuckled.

“You don’t know my middle name do you?” I asked, always careful to keep the volume of conversation below dangerous level.

“No.” He answered, playing with the stones in his hands. “And how did you even know mine?”

I bit my lip.

“Ten days, Shawn. No questions.”

“You know, just because you’re small and light, doesn’t mean you should climb up on every ledge you see.” Shawn laughed, grabbing my elbow as I balanced on yet another ridge.

“Can’t I be allowed to do whatever I want Mendes?” I asked, jumping down since we had reached the opening leading to the metro station. “Believe it or not, I don’t get to do that very often.” I smiled, playing the guilt card.

Shawn just shook his head, removing his sunglasses and placing them on top of his head, allowing his luscious curls to intertwine with the plastic.

It was one of those days were not one cloud dotted the sky and the deep hue of the atmosphere was a fierce blue.

We descended into the heavy-aired metro station, buying our tickets and passing through the filthy metal gates.

“So where are we off to today?” I asked, my voice heavy with curiosity. Looking up at Shawn’s face, I couldn’t help but notice how well the white t-shirt he was wearing suited him. His eyes seemed so vibrant and alive, making my heart jealous that a type of happiness so raw could exist.

“Ah.” He said, licking his teeth. “But that would ruin the surprise.” He laughed looking down at the ground.

After walking past dozens of torn and vibrant posters advertising who-knows-what movie or musical, we finally arrived at a huge map.

Roads twisted into each other like they were lost, each one wearing it’s own color. The intertwined routes were studded with white circles representing the different stops of the metro.

Shawn leaned forward, tracing different paths with his finger, his mouth slightly apart. Confused, I tried to follow his finger trying to understand where we were and where we were going.

“Shawn? Where are we going.” I whispered, for some reason afraid to break his concentration.

After a few more silent moments, he stood up straight again and smiled widely.

“Let’s go.” He said.

“But-.” I began, wanting to understand. But before I could do so, something caught my attention. In the distance, a strum of a guitar and a voice to accompany it sparked my attention.

“I love this song!” I screeched with eyes as wide as the ocean. I grabbed Shawn’s hand in mine without another thought and sprinted towards the music, Shawn lagging behind in an amused state.

A man dressed in tattered clothes and a beautiful, dirty smile stood adjacent to the vertical dusted tiling of the metro station, strumming his guitar as if his life depended on it- which it probably did.

An open guitar case stood in front of him, cradling a sad amount of leftover change that a few citizens were kind enough to toss in.

Despite this, sunshine shone on the middle-aged man and he was smiling all the way up to his light blue eyes, and therefore so was I.

“Shawn! Dance with me.” I smiled, grabbing Shawn’s arms. He laughed, looking slightly concerned.

“I can’t dance Rose.” He whispered.

I snickered, looking around. “There’s no one here.” I whispered back.

“I don’t think you can dance to Viva La Vida.”

“There’s no harm in trying.” I giggled, pulling him closer. I opened my mouth and began singing along, flailing mine and Shawn’s arms around the narrow corridor randomly.

After a few eye rolls, Shawn began to sing too, eventually even louder than me, his wide smile competing with mine. My whole body felt infinite, almost like it didn’t exist anymore, but I was aware that it was moving somehow.

Suddenly, Shawn’s hand left the small of my back and he approached the man, grabbing a second guitar that was sat neatly against the stained wall. In seconds he had matched the man, and was playing roughly and singing along loudly, not caring who stopped to watch.

I took half a second to admire him, before completely losing myself in a dance that I was sure didn’t exist- and for good reason. When people stopped to drop some money, I twirled them in my arms or bowed before them, thanking them.

We were so lost that we almost didn’t notice the low rumble and screeching noise of the upcoming metro that filled our ears. We immediately stopped what we were doing.

“Shit.” Shawn muttered under his breath ripping the guitar from off his body.

In an instant panic I quickly pulled out whatever money I had in my pocket and threw it into the man’s guitar case, tipping my imaginary hat at him before being whisked away by Shawn.

Everything passed in a blur as we ran towards the metro with all the energy with could master, throwing ourselves towards the fast-closing doors.

Shawn made it in, making sure to never let go of my sweaty hand. My heart leapt into my throat as I hurriedly turned sideways in an attempt to fit into the tiny gap, falling inside in a huge wave of relief.

I sipped my Starbucks mango black iced tea slowly, enjoying the feeling of the cold liquid running down my throat. The air conditioner was massaging the base of my neck which was an amazing relief from the beating hot sun outside.

I eyed Shawn’s caramel iced coffee, a part of me wishing I had ordered that instead.

Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting gorgeous shapes all throughout the coffee shop. My mind felt alive.

We sat in silence for a while, the type of silence that was beautifully comfortable. I admired how he didn’t feel the need to bombard me with questions about my life.

“Shawn?” I said finally, watching him lift an eyebrow at me.

“What is it?” He asked.

There was one question that had been lingering in my head since he had approached me two days ago and I needed to let it out.

“Are you doing this because you feel sorry for me?” I asked. “I mean, I hate thinking that you’re throwing your vacation days down the drain for me when you could be doing better stuff with your friends.” I rambled, focusing on the plastic flower surrounding my green straw.

“What?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. He brown eyes pierced through mine as he looked at me.

“You feel sorry for me. Because I don’t want to be alive.” I told him.

“No.” He shook his head, moving away the bits of curly hair that had fallen out of place. “No.”

I stared back, shocked and confused.

“Then why-?”

“Ten days.” He began, fighting the urge to smile.

I smiled softly, and slapped him lightly on the shoulder.

“No questions.” I finished for him.

He nodded, sinking into silence once again. Having taken in my surroundings, I decided to focus on the boy sitting in front of me.

His clear eyes were distant, looking at something outside. His curls foamed luxuriously, the ends being illuminated by the sun shining through the window behind him. In the brilliant light, I could see that his cheekbones were lightly sprinkled with freckles that were barely noticeable. Shawn’s athletic body was hunched forward leaning on the small table, his large hand wrapped around his drink.

My heart skipped a beat as he met my gaze.

“Are you staring at me?” He laughed, raising his eyebrows.

I opened and closed my mouth, words unable to come out.

“I uh I wasn’t.” I stammered finally, playing with my fingers. “You had a bug on your shoulder.” I added stupidly, wincing as soon as it came out.

Why couldn’t I just admit that I had been staring? It was purely innocent! It wasn’t as if I was drooling over him!

“Right.” Shawn chuckled softly.

“So. What are we going to do?” I asked, pushing my now empty cup to the side.

“Well.” Shawn said, copying my actions. “I thought we could have a nice-off. We already started it on the way here with that musician so I thought that would be something fun.”

“A nice-off?” I asked.

“Yeah. We take it in turns to do a small act of kindness. There’s really no winner but I thought it would be a greatly rewarding challenge.” He laughed.

“Ok.” I giggled, standing up from my chair. “I’ll go first.”

I walked over to the counter and placed a few dollars into the jar labelled ‘tips’. I looked over at Shawn with a pleased expression on my face.

“You’re up.” I said, biting my lip.

He nodded, motioning over one of the baristas.

“Hey could you do us a favor?” He told the stocky young man. He pointed to a young couple sitting across from each other across the cafe. “You see that couple there? Could you give them the best slice of chocolate cake you have? On me of course.” He handed the barista some money. “Keep the change.”

Then, he leaned across the table and whispered. “It’s their first date. Look how the woman is sitting. Very straight and elbows off the table. Legs pressed together.” He smiled, standing up. “Now let’s go before the cake gets there. That intensifies the mystery and the surprise.” He said, eyes twinkling.

“Hey.” I called out, as soon as we left the coffee shop. A young woman with dark, curly hair stopped in her tracks to look up at me expectantly. “Your hair looks beautiful! I’d die for hair like that.” I smiled.

The young woman’s cheeks dimpled with a smile and she quickly thanked me before continuing on her way.

Joy burst through me, filling my veins with the most exhilarating fuel I could imagine.

“Shawn.” I breathed, taking his hand and putting it on my chest. “Look how fast my heart’s racing.”

He looked down at his hand on my chest and met my eyes.

“That’s the most beautiful thing I have felt in a long time.” He told me. “Your heart’s racing and that means you’re alive.”

“It’s amazing isn’t it.” I told him, letting his large hands stay there a little longer. “That out of nowhere you came into my life and made my heart race when I didn’t want it to beat at all.”

After hours filled with handing random strangers flowers and compliments, putting sticky notes with positive messages on restroom mirrors and even putting a quarter in a few cars’ expired meters, we were finally ready to go home.

“Last stop Rose.” Shawn promised, quickly running into the nearest supermarket. He emerged with a heavy bag filled with canned foods, drinks and a few blankets. “I thought we could end this nice-off by doing something kind together.” He smiled, turning me in the direction of a homeless woman who was leaning against a wall surrounded by her belongings.

I nodded quickly, swallowing the lump in my throat. Shawn handed me the bag, giving my shoulder a quick squeeze.

“Hi.” I said cautiously, approaching the woman. My hands were shaking but I looked back and saw that Shawn was right behind me.

“Hello.” She croaked, attempting to give me a smile.

“I…uh. We got you some things…” I told her, undoing the knot on the bag and unloading it.

I handed her everything inside the bag and watched as her glossy eyes grew wider with everything that came out.

She took hold of my hand almost immediately and closed her eyes. Tears began to slip down her dirty face as she wiped them away with her other hand.

“You have no idea.” She told me, her blue eyes glistening with the tears. “How much I needed this today.”

I drew a breath as my own tears suddenly began to well up. My heart swelled with compassion.

“What have I done to deserve this?” She asked, looking up at the sky.

“You deserve this.” I reassured her, letting her give me a weak hug.

“You are a gift from heaven, my child.” She whispered, wrapping herself up in the new blanket. “The world needs more people like you, God bless.” She looked behind me to squeeze Shawn’s hand.

“Take care.” We told her, almost too choked up to talk. I felt a certain unique serenity within my body as I walked away with Shawn towards the metro station.

By this time, the sun had begun drowning in the horizon, and the whole world looked a deep golden color.

Shawn realized that I was crying, so he stopped me suddenly and just hugged me tightly, resting his head on mine. I let the tears slip out then, and we just stood there in the middle of the road.

“Reason number two.” He told me, pulling back and wiping away my tears. “Touching the lives of the people you know.” He whispered pointing at his own chest, “And the people you don’t.”

#shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes fanfic #tendaysshawnfanfic #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn #shawn mendes #mendes #fanfiction #fanfic #imagines #imagine

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mysme-hcs · 7 years

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How about RFA++ reactions to a MC who's been a barista for years? Maybe meeting them before the big reveal... or seeing their coffee skills afterwards!

Sorry this took so long ahh! I left out some characters because this got really long ;-;

707▪he found out immediately, but always ends up begging you to make him coffee▪he doesn’t even like coffee but yours is 👌👌👌▪you make him the strongest triple shot espresso you can without giving him heart palpitations or a stroke▪while you were gone one day he tried to use your machine to make a PhD Pepper latte with whipped cream and Honey Buddha chip sprinkles on top come on, we all know he would▪he ended up breaking your coffee machine and couldn’t stop throwing up for hours▪something about the carbonation and coffee mixture just didn’t sit well with him▪your new machine is 1000000x nicer though, he made sure of it▪probably programs it with both useful and useless stuff though▪like it plays a clip of Seven singing as the pot is brewing and then meows when it’s done▪he’s the kind of jerk who walks into your coffee shop during your shift and demands pumpkin spice lattes or the unicorn frapp out of season and threatens to get you fired if you don’t make them▪like “Well you’re a coffee shop, aren’t you? Why can’t you make my coffee then?”▪Saeyoung Please

Jaehee ▪oh God▪you watch in horror as Jaehee fumbles with the hand mill that Zen bought her, nearly about to break the handle▪you quickly swoop in and snap the piece in correctly for her▪she watches in awe, curious as to how you knew to work it without consulting the directions ….and you know she obsessively checks the directions before doing anything▪"MC how did you know that?“▪’oh, I’ve worked in a coffee shop before. I know how to work them’▪"Really? I wish you would have told me”▪she looks down at the mill, a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks▪she doesn’t show it but she is SO EXCITED▪coffee is obviously a huge passion of hers, she’s happy you both (presumably) share one now!▪you make her a cup of coffee because she clearly wants you to▪she claims it’s the best coffee she’s ever had and that she’s proud to have someone so talented as a business partner AND girlfriend i would cry on the spot▪Jaehee makes sure to ask you about what items sold the most in your old coffee shop▪and the prices!▪y'all manage to have the cheapest drinks in your town, but sell so many of them that your profit is higher than any other coffee shop▪business is booming

Vanderwood▪Vanderwood actually drinks more coffee than tea even though he prefers tea▪with his secret agent job, he has to stay awake during a mission▪that’s how he got introduced to it▪Vanderwood either drinks 10 cups of coffee in one day or 2 cups, there’s almost no in between▪and honestly, his hope for coffee is kind of…ruined▪his cups usually get underfilled or they’re too watery▪when his cups get underfilled, he gets really angry??▪when he finds out you can make coffee perfectly without underfilling them, he’s stoked▪you’re literally the only person he trusts to make his coffee ▪when he has a super stressful day, he likes it when you make him coffee▪He either drinks it pitch black, or anything with vanilla or hazelnut

Yoosung▪you saw him at the coffee shop you worked in▪since he literally just asked you to be his pre-girlfriend the day before, you practically lost your ability to speak▪but as you made his coffee and wrapped up his croissant, you realized you had like, less than five minutes to say something to him▪It was the first time you two met and there’d be no way Seven would let you live it down▪and then you remembered Yoosung had some kind of test and then an LOLOL battle later on▪they both were important to him so he asked you to wish him luck earlier▪You handed him his bag and he thanked you▪”Good luck on your LOLOL battle and your test!” You smile, looking him dead in the eye▪he goes pale▪he is so excited to finally meet you and ends up dragging you out of work to just walk around town and hang out▪he ends up posting in the chatroom that he’s with you which makes Zen and Seven extremely jealous bc he got to meet you first▪Jaehee screams when she finds out you made him coffee▪you go window shopping, out to lunch, anything in proximity▪but when he has to go take his test, you walk him into school▪and into class while holding hands▪you gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him good luck & his face went the deepest shade of red you’ve ever seen▪He now only drinks beverages you’ve made drink some water boi hydrate yo self▪he tries to get you to join the coffee club but if you’re unable, he understands▪he quickly becomes the leader of the coffee club because of how much you’ve taught him

Zen:▪Contrary to what you might think, Zen absolutely cannot make a decent cup of coffee to save his life▪It either comes out too watery or too strong and he can’t afford to buy three cups of coffee every single day▪so Zen mostly goes without it▪Seven tells him about a meteor shower one day and offers to lend him his telescope if he wanted to take you to see it▪Since meteor showers are typically romantic in his eyes, he ofc said yes▪however, he didn’t know you’d have an awful day at work/school and would be almost too tired to stay up until two a.m. just to see the stars▪he comes back from Seven’s with the telescope to see you at the kitchen table, drinking almost an entire pot of coffee▪”Hey Zenny,” you slur out of exhaustion, “want a cup?”▪Normally he’d laugh at how you look now, hair a mess and still in wrinkled pj’s, but he knew you’d been a barista for years! There’s no way he’d miss out on a pot of your coffee▪And holy crap was he glad he said yes▪”Jagiya, I think this is more refreshing than my looks”▪you choKED▪you both drink coffee, nuzzled into each other and chatting while waiting for the meteor shower▪you’re glad you didn’t sleep in, there’s nothing better than drinking coffee under the stars with the man you love

Saeran:▪hot chocolate was supposed to be a comfort food, so on a night where Saeran had a bad nightmare, you quietly snuck off into the kitchen and whipped up a few mugs. Not even the instant kind, but real hot chocolate▪Chocolate chips and syrup? YesssSSSsss. Whipped cream? Loads. ▪Saeran is kind of addicted to sweets so the entire mug was gone within three minutes, scalding hot or not▪he enjoyed your hot chocolate so much that he asks for it daily what▪It’s not uncommon for him to sit at a table in your cafe, drinking lattes and hot chocolate while reading books▪when you get off of work sometimes you sit with him as well and let him tell you all about his book▪in return you have to tell him about your day though!

V▪V was still exhausted from his surgery, his eyes extremely sensitive to light▪so instead of going to work, you just laid around in the dark together▪on a day where the recovery was too hard and he had another splitting migraine, you fix him a large sweet tea▪you use your favorite flavorings and end up making something completely new that honestly was really freaking good???▪the smile that follows is actually made of sunlight bye▪"Thank you, MC, that was lovely"▪he will bribe you into making it again for him, guaranteed▪if you think he won’t use excuses just to get you to brew up a pitcher, you’re so wrong lmao▪”hey darling I think I’ve got another migraine coming on, could you make me some tea?”▪you try teaching him but it’s not as good as you make it▪and besides, he gets so excited that you can’t say no▪he claims your tea is better because you put all of your love in it▪honestly how could you not love this boy oh my god make it for him every single day

#mysme #mystic messenger #yoosung kim #707 #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #jumin han #v #jihyun kim #saeran choi #vanderwood #jaehee kang #coffee #food mention #food /

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ilyseok · 7 years

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Tomato Swap

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Characters: Saeran and Saeyoung Choi Pairings: SaeyoungxMCxSaeran Genres: Fluff, polyamory, romance, a little humor, established relationships Rating: PG? PG Words: 2.5k

Summary: You’ve lost your glasses, and despite knowing that you are hopelessly blind without them, the Choi Bois™ decide to take advantage of the situation.

A/N: This is a polyamory fic I wrote about a month ago that I haven’t gotten around to publishing until now. In this work it’s an already established polyamorous relationship, so you are dating the Choi twins as two individual people. No, there is not a threesome. Please be patient with me as I experiment with writing new things. I’ll post them to tumblr before AO3.

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a ray of sunlight streaming through the small window in your bedroom. Saeyoung sat on the edge of your bed in his pajamas with a goofy grin on his face.

“Good morning, Saeyoung.” You sat up and wrapped yourself around him and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He kissed your forehead and pressed his nose to yours.

“Did you sleep well, princess?” he cooed. You let out a soft “mhm” and turned away as if to go back to sleep.

You blinked your eyes wearily and checked the time on your phone – 10:30AM. Even though it was a Saturday, you still had a lot of house chores, so you reached your hands out for your glasses and felt around for them.

Odd. They weren’t on the nightstand where you thought you left them.

“Where did they go?” you quietly said to yourself.

“Where did who go, Princess?” Saeyoung asked.

“My glasses… I can’t find them.”

“Maybe they fell under the bed?” He leaned over the edge of the bed and stuck his head under the bed skirt to scan the dark abyss for your glasses. “I don’t see them down here.”

“They have to be in here somewhere,” you mumbled. Biting the chill of the cold bedroom, you reluctantly pushed back the covers to search the room for your glasses. A mild panic began to surface within you. Without your glasses, you couldn’t see anything. Well, you could see vague shapes and colors, but not much beyond that. You recalled trading glasses with Saeyoung once. Apparently your eyesight was so bad that even his glasses weren’t nearly strong enough for you.

The two of you searched your bedroom for an hour, but you couldn’t find them at all. A deep pout settled onto your face, and you finally decided to take a break and eat breakfast before continuing your search.

“Good morning, MC,” Saeran called from the living room. He sat at the dining room table fully dressed and drank a cup of black tea while he messed around on his laptop.

“Morning,” you grumbled.

He discreetly motioned to his brother to come over to the table. “What’s wrong with her?” Saeran whispered.

“Can’t find her glasses,” Saeyoung said as he watched you searched the cupboard for your cereal, not even paying attention to the fact that you picked up the box of pancake mix instead of the cereal.

While his brother was distracted by his thoughts, Saeran rushed to the kitchen to take the box of pancake mix from your hands. “The cereal is right here, MC.” He handed you the box of cereal and let you pour it on your own. He grabbed the milk from you before you had a chance to add it to your bowl so that you wouldn’t spill it all over the kitchen floor.

“Thanks,” you said quietly.

“Any time,” Saeran said as he hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head.

“Princess, let’s eat at the table today,” Seven said. “It’s less messy this way.” You agreed and took the spoon from Saeran’s hands as he set your bowl down at the dining room table in front of you.

“MC, we can take care of the house for you today if that will make you feel better,” Saeran offered. Saeyoung nearly choked on a piece of Cap’n Crunch at being volunteered so suddenly.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yeah, it’s no problem. Saeyoung isn’t doing anything of value, I’m sure, and I have free time.” You giggled at the stifled noises of protest coming from the twin next to you. Seven hated cleaning, but he reluctantly agreed to the task since it was for you.

“Yeah, we’ll find your glasses in no time, MC!” he said cheerfully. You couldn’t quite see his facial expression, but you assumed from his voice that it was something close to his custom “thumbs up” emoji.

Saeran set aside his laptop and moved toward the refrigerator to rummage around for something to eat. He opened up the freezer and took out boxes of frozen food as he tried to decide between a breakfast bowl or waffles. “Eh?” he said as he saw something peculiar on the door of the freezer.

“What’s wrong, Saeran?” you asked.

“Err, I just thought we had more waffles in here is all,” he stammered. You could tell by his voice that he was acting suspiciously but decided to let it go until you could see again.

Saeran secretly signed for his twin to come over again. Seeing that you were finished with your cereal, Saeyoung offered to take your empty bowl for you. “Why don’t you go take a bath, MC? I’m sure you could use some relaxation today. Just soak in the tub for now.”

“Okay… if you say so.” You stood up from the table and navigated your way back to your bedroom from muscle memory.

Seven turned his attention back to his brother and tiptoed to the kitchen quietly. “What’s your deal-” he started before Saeran put a finger to his lips and hushed him. He pointed to the door of the freezer where your glasses sat perfectly folded on the shelf. “Are you suggesting we have a bit of fun?” he whispered. “I always knew you were really my brother~”

He was immediately silenced with a smack upside the head. “Stop that before I change my mind. Now go fix her bath for her, you idiot!”

You yawned as you lifted off your pajama shirt and pants and slipped on your bathrobe and slippers. You needed a bath anyway, so it was nice of Saeyoung to get it ready for you. You heard the water turn on from the bedroom and peeked your head out the door before creeping into the bathroom.

“It’ll be just a bit, Princess,” he said with a grin. You could tell his arms were full – probably with all of the various bath products you normally kept in your shower that he cleared out of the tub to make you more comfortable. “Which shampoo do you want?”

“I know where I keep the shampoo, Saeyoung, so please just let me-” he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours softly.

“Let me pamper you~,” he whined.

“Fine,” you gave in. “Leave me the lavender one today.”

He turned the water off and set the shampoo on the corner of the tub and your towel and washcloth on the floor beside the tub. “Enjoy your bath, my love~” He kissed your forehead and gave you a warm hug before leaving you to your bath.

After he ensured that you were safely soaking in the tub, Saeyoung quietly closed the door and rushed back to your room to shuffle through the drawers for one of his favorite red shirts. He emerged from the bedroom head first, peeking around to make sure no one saw him, then made his way back to the living room by sneaking along the wall and moving to the couch with some unnecessary acrobatics. He popped up behind Saeran and startled him when he threw the shirt and his cross on his head.

“Must you be so dramatic?” Saeran rolled his eyes at his brother.

“The duckling is in the tub. I repeat, the duckling is in the tub. Commence mission Choi Swap,” he whispered from behind the couch. “Now go get me one of your sweaters,” Seven shooed him away.

Saeran put the shirt aside and set his laptop on the coffee table. He sighed and rubbed his forehead as he stood. “I’m beginning to regret working with you already…” He dragged his feet off to his own bedroom and emerged in his brother’s shirt and necklace. The shirt was slightly too big for him, but it was barely noticeable. He threw his favorite sweater at his annoying brother and sat down at the couch again while he waited for you to finish your bath. Seven zipped in and out of the bedroom to change into Saeran’s sweater in an instant.

“Now we wait.”

The warmth of the hot bath relaxed the tension between your shoulders, and soon you felt significantly better than earlier that morning. You forgot about your stress, and your mild headache dissipated. The popping sound of the bubble bath left a tingly feeling at the back of your head. After an hour of soaking, the bubbles had mostly disappeared, and the water began to feel cold, so you dunked your head underwater one last time to rinse out the rest of the shampoo in your hair. The arctic air of the bathroom woke you up from your sleepy state as you hurried to put on your robe and slippers.

The living room was quiet except for the TV and the sound of Saeran on his laptop again. You poked your head around the corner to see your two tomatoes sitting around the coffee table. You could faintly make out the beige and brown pattern on Saeran’s sweater and Saeyoung’s red shirt and yellow striped glasses.

“It’s cold in here,” you whined. Both twins turned their heads toward you, and Saeyoung stood from the chair to fetch you something warm.

Moments later he came back and handed you a cup of hot cocoa and wrapped a warm fleece blanket around your shoulders. “How was your bath, Princess?” he asked cheerfully as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your cheek.

“It was nice until I had to get out,” you said.

“Aww~ I’ll warm you up, MC, don’t worry,” he gushed and hugged you tighter.

A blush spread across your face. “Saeyoung, have you… lost weight or something?”

“Hm? A little bit, I suppose. Saeran and I go to the gym together sometimes.” He giggled and Saeran audibly sighed from the couch.

“Don’t think anything of it. I just want to stay healthy is all,” he grumbled.

You took a sip from the mug in your hands, and Saeyoung led you to the chair to sit on his lap while you warmed up. “Your clothes are in the dryer right now, Princess~ Once you’re finished with your hot chocolate they’ll be nice and warm for you to put on,” he said sweetly.

“Thank you,” you said. “Both of you.” You had no idea for what occasion the twins were being so overly sweet, but it was pleasant. Once you had finished your hot chocolate, Saeyoung took the mug from your hands and set it aside. You wrapped your arms around his warm body and buried your face in his freshly laundered shirt. The frame of his body definitely seemed smaller, but that must have been from going to the gym more often.

He took your chin in his hand and lifted it up to press his forehead and his nose to your own. “Any time, Princess~” he said and kissed you sweetly. Not that you objected, but his kisses seemed different somehow. They were softer? No, sweeter? His usual playful smirk against your lips seemed to be replaced with a more innocent smile. The kiss very faintly reminded you of Saeran’s kisses. They even tasted like Saeran’s kisses. You brushed it aside as just a change in Seven’s mood and tangled your fingers in his hair as you craved more kisses. You were interrupted when the dryer buzzed and he pulled away from you.

“Your clothes are ready, milady.” He picked you up and carried you over to the laundry room where he opened the dryer with one hand and pulled out your favorite sweater and leggings. He jokingly laid them over the top of your head and carried you to your bedroom where he set you down on the bed and left to let you dress in peace. “Now hurry up and change, MC. We have a surprise for you in the living room,” he said as he closed the door.

You slipped into your fresh, warm clothes and hung your towel over the towel bar in the bathroom. After brushing your hair and your teeth, you started back into the living room but were met at the bathroom door by both of the twins. Saeran had a cheeky grin on his face and Saeyoung looked down and away from you, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“Can I help you guys?” you said and unconsciously backed away from them.

“Saeran, if you could do the honors.” You became confused as it was Saeran who spoke.

Saeyoung reached out his hand and Saeran gave him a small black object.

Your glasses!

Saeyoung wiped off the lenses of your glasses before setting them perfectly on your face and then looked away again.

That was when you saw it.

“Seriously?”

It was now obvious to you that you had been tricked. Saeran, in his brother’s clothes and glasses, backed into the corner and still looked away from you. Saeyoung burst out in laughter and fell to his knees.

“You should see your face, MC,” he said with tears rolling down his face.

“How long have you had my glasses?”

“Since breakfast,” Saeran admitted.

“Saeran, I never knew you could be so bold!” Saeyoung said between giggles.

“I should kill the both of you right here and now,” you grumbled. Just as you were about to grab for Saeyoung, he quickly stood up and pointed at Saeran, who was now a puddle on the floor..

“It was his idea!”

“I don’t care whose idea it was. You both followed through. Now you are first.” He continued to back away from you before he broke out into a full run as you chased him around the couch.

“Saeran ~ Help me!” he pleaded.

As soon as he regained his cool, Saeran decided to have some mercy on his poor brother. You never saw him coming as you rounded the corner, focused solely on catching Saeyoung. Before you could take another step, Saeran swept you up in his arms and calmly walked away from the living room. You struggled against him.

“Saeran Choi. Let. Me. Go!” You kicked and squirmed, but he easily ducked his head out of the way.

“Sorry, boss lady. I can’t let you do that right now,” he said with a smile. He stood there as you kicked and wiggled until you tired yourself out. He looked at your exasperated expression and broke out into a fit of laughter, then kissed the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, you’re too cute.”

Saeyoung popped up behind him. “I agree. We’re going to have to arrest you, MC.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your sentence is cuddles for life.” You couldn’t help but laugh as the two brothers kissed your cheeks, while Saeran held you and Saeyoung tickled you.

After you finally started to settle down, Saeran moved you to the couch and wrapped you up in blankets like a smol burrito before slipping an arm around your waist. Saeyoung sat on your other side, wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and kissed the top of your head.

If cuddling with the Choi tomatoes was always going to be this satisfying, you’d happily serve your life sentence.

#my fanfiction #mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #choi brothers #ot3 #polyamory #fluff

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