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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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a broken heart

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: sad bean vibes today guys, sorry! Breakup angst and jealousy.

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader, Bokuto Kōtarō x Fem!Reader

A/N: I have no clue what got into me but we’re writing some sad shit tonight apparently. For all my broken-hearted beans out there, I promise I’ll write some fluff sooner or later! <3 Thank you to @thisnoodlewritesao3 for reading some of this for me and giving me the motivation to keep writing - sorry you’ll probably wake up to these feels (please don’t read if you’re not in a good head space, yall!)

Song inspo: When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars (thank you @haikyuutothetop and @tobi-momo for bringing it up cause I totally forgot to add it 😂)

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It was like life was stabbing him every few seconds, reminding him that you were no longer there.

Tsukishima woke up thinking that maybe everything would be okay today, pulled his headphones on while he got ready because he was refusing to be alone with his thoughts. But when his music shuffled, why did the first song to play have to be the song you had deemed your song? Why could he remember the melody so perfectly sung in your voice? The way you looked whenever the song came on on the radio.

He remembered how happy you looked that very first day, how you had dressed yourself up just to hang out with him, and how this song was playing in a playlist he had made you and was the one in the background when he had kissed you for the first time.

The melody made Tsukishima’s lips tingle. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now.

Yamaguchi’s half smiles didn’t help either. When he joined Tsukishima on his way to school, he just patted Tsukishima on the back like he normally did and danced around the question, “How are you?”

It’s not like Tsukishima would be honest. He’d just shrug and say, “Fine,” and hope Yamaguchi would fill the silence with some story or something dumb.

He knew Yamaguchi was still friends with you, that the two of you talked. He’d never ask for him to stop because if anything, Tsukishima could find out how you were doing without even asking.

“She’s okay,” Yamaguchi told him with a small smile, as if that was supposed to be comforting. Did he think that’s what Tsukishima wanted to hear? That you were doing okay? That you weren’t waking up in tears every night like he was? Part of him wanted to be happy that you were okay, because he always secretly knew you’d be better off without him. But he wanted to be angry at you, he wanted to blame you for the fact that he cried more in the last few weeks than he had ever before in his life.

Tsukishima just kept his eyes forward, like he didn’t even hear his best friend but Yamaguchi had seen the flicker of sadness in him. He had learned a few weeks into the breakup not to mention your name around Tsukishima, but not because the quiet boy asked him to. It was because every time he heard your name, Yamaguchi would watch as his shoulders tensed, how his fists would clench in annoyance. He missed you, but who would ever catch Tsukishima Kei admitting that?

Yamaguchi would never tell him, but he always wondered that maybe if Tsukishima had admitted his feelings more to you, maybe you’d still be here.

Tsukishima would never say it out loud, but he was already thinking the same thing.

It hadn’t taken long for it to feel like the whole world knew about your breakup. People whispered in the hallways, more than they usually did when Tsukishima’s cold aura came by. Your name fluttered into his ears through gossipy voices and the blond boy just wanted to tell everyone to shut up.

Why did your name have to follow him around? Why did people have to look at him like he had done something so wrong? It’s not like he had broken up with you.

“I just can’t do this anymore, Tsukishima, I’m sorry,” you had whispered to him, shifting uncomfortably in your stance. “It just feels like you don’t even want me around most of the time and I feel like I’m constantly bugging you.”

“I never said you were bugging me, did I?” he huffed. Looking back, Tsukishima wished he could’ve bit down on his tongue and cut the sass in half. You had winced at his bitter tone. It was the look on your face that made him realize you weren’t just being insecure or awkward again. You were genuinely trying to leave.

“I want to be with someone who actually wants me around… and I don’t think that’s how we are…” the words left your lips so easily but Tsukishima knew what you meant. You meant that’s not how he was.

“You’re the one who’s leaving,” Tsukishima spat out angrily, glaring at you as you picked up your things slowly, tears in your eyes. Why wouldn’t you look at him? Why wouldn’t you look him in the eyes and tell him why you were leaving?

But when you finally met his gaze, you were already at the door, glancing back at him with sorrowful eyes. Why did you look like you were mourning something? Had it really been that bad? Being with him? “You’re the one not stopping me,” you had said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. You waited there for a moment, as if proving your point to him as Tsukishima just stood there with his fists clenched.

He wanted to lurch forward and hold you to him, beg you to stay even though he wasn’t sure what words could possibly describe how he was feeling. He didn’t know how to explain why he was always so angry or emotionless with you. He didn’t hate you - how was he supposed to say that? He didn’t want you to go but you were already leaving. How pathetic of him would he be if he begged you to stay? What was the point of begging if you were already choosing to go?

The memory was still fresh in Tsukishima’s mind. He couldn’t help but think about it every moment of the day, even still. Some part of him had hoped you would come back - would show up at his house with tears in your eyes and beg him to show some sort of emotions so you could stay. He would if you had come. But he knew that you probably expected him to do the same.

But even if he did, would you accept it? Would you accept his apology? Or was he considered a lost cause?

Tsukishima’s ears perked up, hearing a familiar melodious laughter as he walked through campus for lunch. His eyes searched around and saw you with your friends, giggles erupting from your lips. He wondered how you were still able to laugh with your friends, how your smile still managed to brighten up the courtyard during your lunch. How were you so happy? How come you had never smiled like that with him?

Before he could stop himself, Tsukishima felt himself walking towards you. He needed to see you up close - needed to make sure that smile was genuine because it couldn’t possibly be right? How were you so okay when he was so not?

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi’s hand grabbed Tsukishima’s arm before he could cause a scene, pulling him back from his zoned in thoughts. “You’re not gonna want to do that,” Yamaguchi insisted, meeting Tsukishima’s glare head on. “Trust me okay?”

Tsukishima watched him for a moment, his lips pursing into a thin line, “How am I supposed to apologize and get her back if I don’t see her?”

Yamaguchi’s gaze faltered this time and that’s when Tsukishima knew something was going on. Yamaguchi knew something. Something he wasn’t telling his best friend.

“What is it?” Tsukishima asked quietly, pulling his arm from Yamaguchi’s grip.

Yamaguchi started to say something but the most annoying voice you could ever hear was louder.

“Y/N! My angel! I did it! I ran all the way here just like I promised!”

Tsukishima’s eyes widened just slightly as he watched as Bokuto Kōtarō seemed to run over to Tsukishima’s girlfriend no, ex girlfriend.

“He didn’t, he’s just exaggerating,” Akaashi’s voice came next, trailing behind Bokuto with a look on his face that clearly stated he didn’t want to be here.

You were laughing awkwardly, a look in your eyes telling Tsukishima you really hadn’t expected them. So why were they here in the middle of a school day?

Tsukishima scoffed a bit, wanting to turn back and run away, bury his nose into his studies and pretend like it was fine. But it wasn’t fine. Because Bokuto wrapped you up in his arms and whirled you around in a hug that showed everyone nearby exactly how he felt about you.

“B-Boktuo, put me down!” You insisted through giggles, desperately trying to avoid everyone from staring at you but it was far too late.

“I’m just excited to see you,” Bokuto grinned, nodding towards his best friend. “Akaashi is too!”

Akaashi just gave a nod and continued his conversation with one of your friends, as Bokuto patted your head lovingly, “I told you I’d come see you today, didn’t I?”

“You weren’t supposed to skip school for it, you idiot!” You laughed, shaking your head.

“I’ll go back, promise! I just wanted to see you,” Bokuto grinned.

The smile on your face was wider than before and yet Tsukishima still didn’t understand why. How were you still smiling? How were you standing there with everyone assuming that you were dating Bokuto and not dismissing all the quiet rumours that were starting?

Tsukishima finally found it in himself to walk away, Yamaguchi calling after him and following his footsteps. You had left him and replaced him with a top ace. Of course you had. It didn’t matter how much Tsukishima practiced or didn’t practice. He was never going to be better than him, and he was never going to get you back either.

Over the next few weeks, Tsukishima would hear about everything that Bokuto was and did. He saw posts on your Instagram, which he still glanced at every now and then, and even stole Yamaguchi’s phone sometimes to see your Snapchat stories.

You had everything you ever wanted now from the looks of it. Bokuto would come see you every weekend, even if it meant coming right after volleyball practice. He’d crash on your living room couch or on your floor and according to your Twitter, your mom loved him already.

He brought you flowers one time, completely out of the blue, and there it was on your Instagram. Bokuto with a huge smile on his face and holding them out to you. Tsukishima could just imagine the glow in your skin as you accepted them, that shy smile that you had given to him, what felt like a million years ago.

Yamaguchi watched as his friend tortured himself with your social media, glancing at it with eyes said that he didn’t care, but his bad mood was just getting worse every day. Everyone on the volleyball team knew it too, and even the somewhat-empty-headed players like Hinata and Noya didn’t say anything.

“They’re not dating you know,” Yamaguchi spoke up after a while as the two of them walked home. Tsukishima shoved his phone back in his pocket, as if Yamaguchi hadn’t just caught him glancing at his text message history with you to see if you had randomly messaged him. “I think Bokuto just really likes her but she told me she’s not ready.”

Tsukishima wanted to tell him he didn’t care, but those words just twisted in his mouth and he couldn’t even make a sound. He did care. How could he not? He had loved you, even if he was absolute shit at showing you.

“He’ll be good for her,” was all Tsukishima said after a moment, staring out to the distance and trying not to note the surprise on Yamaguchi’s face. He wanted to mean it. He wanted to be happy for you because your smile was all that mattered to him. But... he couldn’t stop from thinking... from wishing... that your smile was at him instead.

As if the gods themselves had decided to torture Tsukishima some more that day, as the two friends turned into Coach’s shop to grab some snacks, there he was standing right in front of them.

Bokuto Kōtarō with his idiotic smile and a handful of snacks and ramen packets that he was plopping onto the counter in front of Coach Ukai, “Just these please!”

Ukai glanced uncomfortably at Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, clearing his throat as he started to check Bokuto’s items out.

Tsukishima’s ears were going pink - of course even the Coach knew. He wanted to leave right then and there, pretend like he hadn’t even come here in the first place.

But before he could turn on his heels, Bokuto caught his eye. The two of them shared an awkward look, Yamaguchi trying to walk towards the back of the store so that Tsukishima could follow him.

“Look man-” Bokuto started stiffly, his chest puffing out just slightly as he tried to come up with the words.

“It’s the wrong kind,” Tsukishima interrupted, a cold glare shooting right into Bokuto’s eyes.

“Sorry?”

“The ramen.” Tsukishima walked over to the nearby stand and pulled out two different flavours, dropping them onto the counter. “Y/N doesn’t like that one. You grabbed the wrong one.”

He should’ve just walked away then and there, avoided any more confrontational conversations but he didn’t. The two of them just stared at each other, Bokuto looking back and forth between Tsukishima and the packets of ramen.

“Boys,” Ukai’s voice was low, as if warning them not to start a scuffle in his shop.

After a moment, Bokuto just gave Tsukishima a smile, patting him on the shoulder, “Thanks.”

Tsukishima still stood there, even as Bokuto paid for his items (minus the ramen packets that you didn’t like) and as Ukai handed him his bag. The Fukurōdani boy gave a small wave to Ukai and started to head out, the tension just starting to lift.

“She likes flowers,” Tsukishima’s voice cut through the air like a knife, words thudding into existence. “She says it makes her feel like someone is thinking of her without an occasion. And she likes to have her hand held in crowds because sometimes she gets nervous around so many people. She’s not going to text you a lot at first because she’s going to think she’s clingy… and that’s my fault. I made her think she was clingy. But she’s not. She just wants to know that you’re thinking of her and that you’re honest with her.” Tsukishima’s fists were clenched so tightly, his nails were starting to sting into his palms, “And she likes to go dancing. It doesn’t really matter where but she likes to dance to music.”

You could’ve heard a fly buzzing around, or a pin dropping against the floor with how quiet it got. Bokuto’s back was still to Tsukishima, tensing slightly the more that he talked but never fully turning around.

“Slow dance with her okay? Because… I never did with her and she always wanted me to. Do everything I didn’t do with her, alright?” Tsukishima’s voice was louder now, as if desperately pleading with Bokuto.

There was another pause in the air and Bokuto only turned his head slightly to just say, “You got it,” before disappearing.

Tsukishima didn’t realize it until after he had gone that there were tears in his eyes. He thought about every time he saw flowers and thought about giving them to you and how stupid he had thought the idea was. He remembered every moment that he didn’t respond back to you right away when he had the chance to, or when he asked you why you sent him so many things on social media. The picture of that sadness growing in your eyes would haunt him for a while.

Worst of all, was all those times you two had sat in the middle of a field, just listening to music and humming to yourselves. How often you had looked around to find no one around and begged him to come dance with you. He had thought it was stupid. How childish, he had thought.

But right now, he’d give anything to slow dance with you.

Guess it’s true, Tsukishima thought to himself as he rushed home, ignoring Yamaguchi calling for him. He wiped his face aggressively, not even caring how crooked his glasses were getting as more tears streamed down his face. You never really realize what you have until you lose it.

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embrassemoi · 3 years

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 23

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader CW: Drinking, slight internalized homophobia A/N: The first part dives into Lily's sexuality. It’s pretty innocent but may make readers uncomfortable. If you want to skip, go past the line break and I bolded the words ‘Round round get around’ for when it’s ‘safe’ to continue!

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Chapter 23: The Daily Quarrel

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Lily always considered herself to be calm, rational and level-headed, that’s what made her a great prefect and student. But over the last five months, Lily felt herself becoming everything but that.

Lily never concerned herself with dating. Of course, she’d entertained the thought. She had crushes before, many crushes, and dabbled in the idea of romance, love, dates and commitment. Especially now as it seemed like the older she got, those around her fell into relationships and quick snogs in the broom closet that she was forced to break up one too many times. If she were to date, she didn’t want to force it. Lily wanted it to come naturally. It was never that important. If it happened, it happened, and she would welcome it with open arms.

But recently, it was all she could think about.

At first, it was a passing thought. Boys — dating — and then other things she thought she buried deep down began to resurface.

Girls, by every definition, were beautiful. Lily would admire the way they style their hair or religious headwear, how they carried themselves with such effortless grace that they never seemed to notice themselves. Girls, women; Lily thought they were thoughtful, kind and more respectful than men. She felt loads more comfortable around them before her thoughts began to turn more obscure — until her mind quickly shut it down and interjected that she just wanted to be close friends.

That was an utter lie.

It’s not like Lily didn’t feel any sort of attraction towards boys. She did, very much and had feelings both romantic and well… er — unleashed a plethora of other feelings. Lily was not opposed to holding hands, kissing or cuddling them, she really liked the idea and felt herself grow warm. She would do all sorts of things with the right boy. But there was something so exciting, yet frightening when the idea of hand-holding, kissing and cuddling with Y/N. That certainly left Lily with sweaty palms, heart racing and a flustered mess.

Whenever she held her hands, went around holding her arm in the halls, or crept into each other’s beds at night, Lily felt like a puddle of nerves.

She’s managed to force a smile most of the time whenever improper thoughts surfaced. She could be alone, walking the hallways for her prefect duties and something would pop up: when her fingers ran through Lily’s scalp when she brushed her hair. Her smile. Her eyes… her damn eyes… All she thought about these days was her. How was Y/N doing? She’s so funny! Would she like the way she styled her robes today? How would she look on top of — ARGH! Lily was mortified half the time.

Let’s just say that it was a gradual realization.

Lily wasn’t stupid, far from it and knew what was happening and it left her on complete edge, especially around Y/N. It left her face scarlet red and felt as if her chest was about to burst into a bloody mess. She couldn’t even look or be anywhere near her sometimes because it was too overwhelming.

But her feelings… Lily grew up being taught that she wasn’t supposed to feel this way for another girl, let alone both boys and girls...

Her heart, mind, morals, feelings, everything she believed in was at war. Lily felt herself change inside and out. It’s always been there, those… emotions — and suddenly it just ripped at the seams. Y/N was just the tipping point.

But why did it feel like such a crime for something so innocent? Something that is supposed to be beautiful?

And Y/N… out of all people!

It had been a very tiring and stressful school year so far.

Potter’s birthday had coincided with Gryffindor’s win against Hufflepuff and thus, a joint party was thrown. Lily watched from the sidelines as Y/N’s back faced her. The glowing of lights, all charmed red, immersed her as she snapped an abundance of photos of a very plastered Potter having the time of his life. He stood on a table, drunkenly singing.

Another bright flash went off and she brought the camera down, took the photo and shook it. A wide smile plastered on her face as she watched the photo develop and her body shook with laughter. But as if Y/N knew Lily was staring, her head swivelled around with a smile so blinding that it hurt Lily’s heart; now filled with hot shame again.

She shouted over the loud music. “Petals! C’mon, let loose for once!” She pointed to the cup in hand.

Lily looked down, looking at the amber liquid filled to the brim of her cup, untouched. Her gaze looked back, giving her a shy thumbs-up and brought the cup to her lips. The bitter taste of Firewhiskey burned before spreading warmly through her. But, Y/N’s reaction was worth it.

Lily tried to still her heart as she ripped her gaze away. Y/N made her feel everything but calm, rational and level-headed. It was terrifying.

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‘Round round get around, I get around, yeah

(Get around round round I get around, ooh-ooh) I get around’

“Hip-hip —” James bellowed, raising a glass filled with Firewhiskey in the air.

“HOORAY!” The Gryffindors roared back.

“Hip-hip —”

Throughout the night, Sirius danced with probably every girl there before he went to turn the record player louder, re-filling his glass. He watched as James hopped off the table and made his way to Emmeline, peppering her skin with sloppy kisses that made her laugh and eyes crinkle.

They all officially met her that night. She’s sweet, kind and they found out she’s just as crazy as James in the love department and they seemed beyond happy.

Peter was there, who looked at the two, almost enviously, faced stained red before solemnly bobbing his head to the music. Sirius didn’t think much of it, instead just passed it off as a sad drunk.

‘I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down the same old strip

I gotta find a new place where the kids are hip’

Sirius cringed; he was never a fan of the Beach Boys but Wormtail and Prongs loved it…

Students jumped, rocking to the blasting music. Some talked, some were snogging, others tipsy or drunk. Sirius grinned from ear to ears as he looked around the room, searching for Remus. He was already a pole light, he would stick out like a sore thumb. But instead of Remus, Sirius’ eyes settled on L/N; film in hand, talking to another student. He was blond, a year above them, large in stature and Sirius recognized him from the Gryffindor tryouts back in September. Aldrich McLaggen.

His face was beat red as he chatted with L/N, his hand toying with the sleeves as he looked her up and down, wearing a flirtatious yet apprehensive grin. The bastard was flirting with her.

Sirius felt himself grip his glass tighter than normal, his free hand bunched into a tight ball while pressing firmly to his side. Neither she nor Sirius spoke, aside from their Puffskein assignment and it was killing him. From the discomfort or wishing they had kissed that night — he didn’t know. But it was tortuously awkward.

“Padfoot,” came a voice. Remus leant against a nearby table as he sipped his drink. No matter how much he seemed to drink, Remus was able to knock back drinks after drinks without it affecting him. Sirius envied that but then the thought passed, eyes settling on L/N.

“Moomy.”

Remus followed Sirius’ eyes, scrutinizing the situation.

“She’s so annoying,” said Sirius. He didn’t even mean to speak, it just slipped out.

Remus’ brow rose. “Talking about this, again? She’s not. L/N’s my friend and I like her.”

Sirius shook his head. “She’s insufferable. Who does she think she is?!”

“... Who?”

“Just look at her!” Sirius exclaimed, using large hand movements. “She acts like she owns the place. Just because she’s new she assumes she’s better than everyone else! And —” Sirius continued to rant but Remus blocked him out, head shaking.

Fucking idoit, Remus thinks. He wants to slap Sirius silly. When will he stop talking about her?

“— taking all of my friends: Prongs, Lily, Marlene, Wormy, you! I was —”

“You sound like a child.”

“— so smart. The Slugclub? All filled with stuffy pricks — except you and Lily — the kicker, I’ve seen her with Regulus! A Slytherin! Come on. That’s just asking for —”

“Padfoot —”

“— don’t understand how —”

“Crikey! Sirius!” Remus scolded. Sirius went quiet, intimidated by him. Remus took a deep inhale, his eyes fluttering shut but asked, “Why do you hate her? Is it because of that fucking rejection because —”

“What?!” Sirius’s voice cuts, loud and booming to the point where several heads swirled to look at him.

Remus looked at them, making hand movements to shoo them off. “Mind your business.”

“Moony, you know me! Come on! Sure, I’m a dick, but I’m not that much of a dick!”

“Then what is it? It can’t just be that she’s annoying.” Of course, Remus was right again. Always so blunt and never failed to be clear-cut.

Remus then tipped back his drink in one go without a flinch and left Sirius’ side. He’d much rather do his prefect duties than listen to him go on about the same conversation for what seemed like the eighth time that week. With Sirius left to sulk, he sighed and looked back to the scene, feeling irrational jealousy bubble up.

L/N laughed at whatever McLaggen said, who leant into her ear. What an obvious bloke.

Maybe it was because of the mix of alcohol that made Sirius place his cup down and stride up to them, but even he knew it wasn’t just the Firewhiskey.

“I’ve always wanted to visit. How was it like living —”

“McLaggen.” Sirius’ voice came out gruff and cold.

Both their heads turned towards him and she sent him a look, telling him to go. But too stubborn, he stayed put.

“Um… Black. Hello,” McLaggen responded. Sirius continued to stand tall, body language closed off, telling him silently to leave.

Tosser. Pillock. Daft bimbo lookin’ arse —

The boy coughed awkwardly and threw L/N a tight-lipped smile. “See you!” She nodded her head, giving a small, friendly wave. “Bye!”

Sirius took his place instantly. “Finally, you said something right for once. He’s a git.”

L/N’s face scrunched up in confusion. She sent daggers his way and he had to stop himself from smirking. “Surprise,” he drawled, hands going up to shake in jazz hands. “You seem happy to see me.”

“Why are you talking to me? People might think we’re friends.”

“Like we were ever just friends.”

Her mouth hung open after registering what he said and Sirius felt like using an unforgivable curse on himself. Did he have to bring it up like that?

Sirius was all over the place with his thoughts. Point blank, he didn’t know what the fuck was happening. He so badly wanted to draw near, to touch her and hear that damn laughter, but did he?

His… very unwelcomed feelings — whatever they were, were beginning to get in the way of his already messy life. Was it the chase that made him feel so electric, the need to dive into someone else to cover up his own problems? Was this him dabbling in his unhealthy behaviours and would this just set him back? Sirius wasn’t sure and he walked a fine line.

Humans, especially those like Sirius, are social beings. Like most people, they craved recognition, approval and constant reassurance from those around them. People want to fit in that desired image but struggle to find happiness — lost in that perceived image they chase. Desired reality… it’s like a mirage. The constant back and forth only drained him and it had been more apparent than ever since the break. That pretty packaged Sirius — was that him subconsciously crawling its way out, making him lose the little progress he’s made by continuing whatever this was? A game, his true feelings or a way to be social, to fill that void settled deep within his chest?

But he doesn’t think so, and that freaked him out even more. What scared him was that he wanted to get to know all the little parts of her, no matter how much he tried to deny it. It felt like a mantra playing in his head, questions about her he wanted answered. But he could never be sure.

L/N remained silent and he cut in, trying to cover up his internal dilemma.

“Now look who’s the quiet one.”

“Be more conceited, will you?”

“Insolent brat.”

She grinds her jaw aggressively, to the point where he swears he can hear bones crunching but she holds back from a snarky comment. His mouth opens, ready to add on before L/N turns around to survey the room. He watches as she looks up to James and back to him and then a small, separate room that’s cut off from the main room. The last thing either wanted was to ruin James’ night or cause a scene. “Follow me.”

Sirius rolls his eyes, teasingly staying back a beat before another Gryffindor girl comes up to him. He’d danced with her earlier. “Pretty boy,” she greets, “Fancy another dance?”

Sirius’ eyes travel to L/N who’s eyes hardened as she stomped back up to him. “Sorry, but pretty boy” her voice dripping in obvious sarcasm, “Has somewhere to be.” Then, she tugged on the hem of his sweater and the action had Sirius’s heart flutter. He let her lead him through the crowd, nearing the room.

“Pretty boy? So you do think I’m pretty?” He smirked, watching her duck her head to prevent him from seeing her reaction.

Out of the entire student body he could’ve had feelings for — feelings he’s never felt before that caused him to go speechless, heart speeding and the urge to inch closer — it had to be her? She never knew how to take a joke either! How James and Remus were so fond of her, he didn’t know.

She shoved him into the small room, casting Muffliato. It was ill-lit, the only source of luminosity were the red lights seeping in the cracks of the door and the small window; twinkling stars shining just enough. The mixture of lights made her look alluring.

“What do you want?” Her voice is passive-aggressive.

You, he reckons. Or maybe a permanent silencing charm to never have to hear her speak again. Either seemed great.

Her eyes rolled, impatient as he remained silent. “Could you be anymore… confusing? You’re hot and cold! First, you’re nice to me, then mean. Then come up to me, ruin my conversation with Aldrich and now you’re silent.”

“Fine. I don’t want to be here with you, happy?”

“Like you didn’t start this.”

“It’s not my fault you’re infuriating, constantly running your mouth.”

She takes a deep breath, her hands rubbing her face and let’s out a frustrated groan. Her eyes snap back open, “I hate you.” The silence was loud.

Sirius felt himself freeze, eyes turning half-lidded as he took a few steps towards her. She backed up, sliver of a smile there. His chest rose, breathing deeply, “Say that again.”

L/N looked up at him with those eyes he swore looked right through him. Simply being that close made him feel as if he ran a marathon. Then, a wicked, yet timid grin worms its way on her face. Their soft breaths were tense, like if either were too loud, everything would come crashing down.

She repeats. “I hate —”

She doesn’t finish her statement as Sirius pressed himself against her, pushing her back but snakes a hand to prevent her head from hitting the jagged wall.

His voice was low. “Are you sure you want to say that again?”

Her breath hitches. He grins. She swallows. “I. Hate. Y—”

Each syllable was hushed as Sirius pressed his lips onto hers, gentle, sweet and hesitant, contradicting compared to their banter.

When the initial shock wore off, he felt Y/N respond to the kiss, deepening it. Her lips parted and Sirius slid his tongue inside. She was a bit clumsy, hesitant but eager. Sirius smirked at her. Everything felt startling, incredible and better than what Sirius imagined it to ever be like. He felt like a firecracker, a warm feeling spreading through his veins like fire.

She’s soft, incredibly so. His free hand went to roam around before settling on the base of her back, stroking the soft skin up and down. Her hand is threaded through his hair just hard enough that he has to bite back a groan. Her other hand is pressed firmly onto his chest and god — she feels so good.

To Y/N, Sirius tastes like what you think he would taste like. He tastes expensive, smells really good and his kisses are a lot softer than she expected — the very opposite of him: energetic, rough, messy and wild. Instead it’s delicate, sweet and velvety.

She’s the first to pull back and Sirius can’t help but move his head to try and catch her lips but settles on pressing his forehead against hers.

Their soft pants fill the air and Sirius feels like screaming. His skin is boiling and she looks beyond enthralling. Their eyes locked and her eyes washed over him with such an intensity that it could rival any ocean wave.

Neither spoke, just trying to process what happened, letting their eyes run wild before she tucks a fallen strand of hair behind Sirius’ ear. The action, so small and fairly insignificant, made something so bubbly flare in his chest.

Both of their pupils are blown wide and this time, she’s the one to lean in first; with a series of soft peaks before Sirius prolongs it. Both his hands are now on her face, tilting her head up before one goes to graze her neck.

There wasn’t a sinking or horrible feeling in his chest that made him feel used or worthless and he took that as a good sign to continue.

This time, it’s faster, rough and passionate and Sirius leads, his hips pressed against her, caging her against the wall. Her hand then went to embrace Sirius, her nails scratching down his back and he involuntarily slipped out a soft groan into her lips.

Merlin… she’s more intoxicating than any brand of alcohol he’s ever drunk.

Eventually, they simultaneously pulled away, using whatever sense they had left and Sirius was left feeling high and shaky. Y/N looked away first, Sirius continuing to stare wide-eyed.

“Um — w-we should — ugh — get going —”

“— Right, I was just about to…”

Sirius backed up, letting Y/N free as she went to sit on a nearby chair. Sirius ran a hand through his hair and stumbled back into the party. He exhaled deeply, fingers outlining his lips in shock.

He must be mad — blood fucking mad! They’re both equally mad!

God, he must be blushing like a damn fool and certainly, he’s not going to be able to sleep tonight. Blimey…

Once James saw him, he pointed and made a B-line, strutting over, his hips exaggerating until he swung an arm around him.

“Siriusss! You’re my best friend!” James ruffled his hair, “Did you know that? Merlin — you light up my world.”

Sirius felt himself smile, but he’s still not fully there. His mind thinks back to her touch: soft and fleeting and god does he crave more and — what is she thinking?

“In love with me? You’re going to have to get in line.”

“Love with all m’friends… Moony… Wormtail — Whiskersss.” James slurred his words slightly and went on a tangent but Sirius’ eye remained on the door, waiting for her to come back.

She’s taking an awfully long time. Fuck, did he push it?

“Mate — earth to Padfoot?” James says, this time knocking his fist on his head like a door. “SIRIUS! Yoo-hoo! In there?”

“Yeah — sorry. A lot’s on my mind.”

James studied him, looking a lot more sober than he did just seconds ago as he went to fix his glasses and said seriously, “Is it… the nightmares again? We can go and talk about it?”

This caught his attention. Ever since Valentine's, he’s been talking to James about them — or at least mentioning bits and pieces which helped a lot more than he expected. “What? No, no it’s not that.”

“But if it is, you’ll tell me, right?”

Sirius has to stop himself from snorting, but it’s all too endearing. “Of course — I’ve only gotten them two times this week.”

Prongs grins like a mad man, throwing his fist in the air. “That’s one down! Amazing! You are amazing.”

And then he hears the door click open and it’s her. She sent him a small smile, barely there but Sirius felt his heart swell. Marlene bounced up to her, pulling her into a dance along with Mary. He watched as her head tipped back with a smile so dazzling and he felt his skin turn fuzzy again.

She got under his skin like nobody else and he’s starting to love it.

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petri808 · 3 years

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Oh look at the date! Klance ficlet for @diablosart they know why lol 😏

“What the hell we’re you thinking?!” Keith snapped as he popped his helmet off and chucked it hard at the ground. “Thanks to you were now trapped in a cave in!”

“Look, I’m sorry! I got distracted!” Lance snapped back.

“By what?! We were supposed to be scanning for the jababian dagger. What were you doing, watching your smut videos again?!”

Lance pulled off his helmet with a scoff. “First off, I don’t watch smut videos. Second, even if I did, that’s none of your business. And third, no, I was scanning, just wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

Keith rolled his eyes and spat back with a sarcastic riff. “Well that explains why you knocked both our cats out of the damn air crashing us into this place!”

Using a flashlight, Keith scanned the inside of the cave and noticed a lot of fractures spanning the walls. According to the computer in his Lion, the cave was full of an unstable and weak type of volcanic rock. ‘No wonder it caved in so easily…’ He groaned again. “Just great, if we try to blast our way out, it might collapse the ceiling on us.” Keith walked over to his helmet and picked it up. “I’ll need to do a thorough analysis before attempting to break free. The computers on the ship could do a better job scanning this cave, but they won’t arrive until morning.”

“Are you serious?! We’re stuck in here?!”

“At least for the night, so, stop your bitching since you’re the one who got us into this mess! Why don’t you start a fire while I get to work with the computer.”

“Fine,” Lance stomped away muttering to himself. He was just happy Keith was too irritated and didn’t press him further on what he’d been distracted about.

The pair had been sent ahead of the rest of the Voltron group to look for some kind of special dagger. Lance couldn’t remember what was so important about it, just that it possessed magical properties and they didn’t want it falling into the enemy’s hands. A distress signal was sent out to their ship, so now they just needed to settle in and stay warm until help arrived. He managed to find a cache of old animal bones deeper in the cave to use as fuel for the fire, coupled with some dried leaves and tetrodontyl feathers that must have blown in over the years for kindling. Whether it would last the night was yet to be seen, but it was all he had to work with. Their Lions only held so much in terms of supplies because they weren’t meant to hold long term reserves. But luckily there were emergency blankets and some instant rations they could eat.

Lance never realized just how cold and uninviting a cave could truly be until he became stuck in one. It was creepy with the sounds of bugs scurrying in the darkness, water drops echoing through the silent air, and occasional cracking sounds from any temperature fluctuations. He hated the quiet emptiness because it left open room for his mind to wander and more thoughts to break through as he stared into the flames of their campfire. Lance frowned and brows furrowed, remembering the distraction that led to this debacle. Of course, this was the opposite of what he would have wanted! Their lions sustained damage, and to be stuck, alone, with the reason for his distracted mind was causing his stomach to turn inside out.

Maybe Lance should have pushed Keith harder to drag Pidge or Hunk or Allura along on this trip and not him, anyone but him. He didn’t want to come. Didn’t want to be alone with the man. Hasn’t, for a while now ever since he’d developed different feelings for the guy. ‘How ironic,’ Lance groaned in his head. To go from professional jealousy to romantic pining, he was such a fool. Could anyone blame him? Keith was handsome and smart, but not surprisingly it took someone who could be as hot-headed as himself to catch his eye. Or maybe it was surprising if Lance really thought about it. Girls easily caught his attention, but with Keith it was an attraction that grew through close working confines and of admiration. In essence, he fell for the character of the man and not just for his looks.

“Oi?” Keith snapped his fingers to get Lance’s attention. “The eta is now 8 hours till Shiro and the rest get here.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, okay.” Lance responded in a rather distracted tone that mirrored the monotonous looping thoughts in his head. He felt horrible about causing this disaster in the mission while at the same time kept thinking about Keith…

“That’s all you can say?” Keith questioned his teammate. “Okay?” But when he received no response, he pushed the man’s shoulder hard. “What is going on with you lately Lance? You’ve been distracted a lot and it’s starting to affect your performance.”

“Am I not allowed to have a bad day?” Lance retorted. “Everyone has their bad days, man, it’s not always a crisis.”

Keith sighed. His anger had dissipated but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still annoyed. He thought they were close enough friends that would turn to each other if something was wrong, but apparently he was mistaken. “It’s my job as the leader to worry, so cut the bullshit Lance. I know enough to know something is really bothering you. If you don’t wanna talk about it, fine, but you need to figure it out cause this,” he gestured to their damaged lions, “can’t keep happening.”

“I know, I know,” Lance dropped his head with a long exhale. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to screw up. It’s just— there’s something eating me up and I have no idea what to about it.”

A silence took hold as the two men sat there illuminated by the fire’s light. Keith didn’t want to keep pushing, but he could see the angst on Lances face and it bothered him. In all the years they’ve known each other, there was only one other time he’d ever seen the man so… sad? But it couldn’t be for the same reason, because if Lance had met a new girl he was interested in, Keith was certain he would have heard about it immediately. Lance wasn’t exactly shy about the subject unlike himself. So, what could it be? Keith stared at the fire as he pondered what to say next, but nothing really felt right to say to his friend. This wasn’t exactly a topic he was skilled in with his own little buried secret. For the next couple of hours, they stayed that way, shifting only to stoke the fire or eat some of the rations they had available. It would probably be a great idea to get some rest, but neither made a move to do so. Just… kept staring in awkward silence at a dying fire.

The temperature change in the cavern was slower than it would have been if exposed to the outside air, but nonetheless, by the mid-way mark of their wait the pair could feel it dropping. Blankets were pulled tighter around their bodies in an effort to hold back the cold, and the men had moved closer together to conserve the body heat between them. Maybe it was the exhaustion kicking in, but the limited distance no longer bothered Lance. The hours of silent reflection were also leading him to one conclusion. If he wanted to stop the frustration, coming clean was the best solution. Yet one thing kept holding him back from making the leap— the proverbial aftermath.

Yeah, so telling Keith how he really felt might take the weight off his shoulders, but what would happen after that? What if Keith is disgusted? He’ll not only lose a friend, but how could they continue working together? That would be so uncomfortable! Lance groaned in his head. Would he be willing to give up his role in Voltron? What if Keith ended up leaving instead, causing him to feel guilty about it? Would the others hold it against him? Maybe if they talked it out, they can work out something amicable… ‘Argh!’ Lance screamed in his head as cradled his lowered head. Why did he fall for a teammate!

Keith looked over at the movement and saw Lance’s demeanor. “If you’re tired, why don’t you rest?”

“It’s not that,” Lance mumbled. “I mean I am, but it’s not that.”

“Oh…”

“Have you ever had a crush on someone but didn’t know how to tell them?”

‘So it is over a girl…’ Keith’s brow raised. “Why can’t you tell them?”

“Because, it’s awkward when you’ve known them for so long.”

‘Huh, so maybe it is Allura.’ Keith couldn’t say he was surprised, but it stung just a little. “You should probably just tell them, I mean if it’s eating you up this bad, isn’t it better to just know how they feel too?”

“I don’t know…” Lance sighed. “It’s not like they’ve ever given me a reason to think they’d like me back.”

“Still, once you do know, you can start moving forward again, cause right now you’re stuck and that’s worse.”

Lance glanced over to Keith who was looking in his direction. The man was right. Didn’t make a decision any easier… but he was probably right and all he could do is hope for the best. That didn’t mean he was ready to face Keith head-on either or see the physical reaction the man might have. Lance turned his head away and kept his arms wrapped tightly around himself for protection. “It’s… you…” he mumbled quietly.

“Come again? I didn’t catch that.”

“I said… It’s you.” Lance mumbled again, but this time a little louder.

“Me??”

“See, yeah, I told you it would be awkward— just forget I said anything. I feel better just getting it out.”

Keith forced Lance to turn back to him. “No, I mean I was just surprised cause you’re always chasing after women, but—”

“I’ll just drop it and move on,” Lance cut him off. “I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable.”

“But that’s the thing,” Keith interjected, “I’m not. It’s okay because I’ve liked you too but I just thought you weren’t into guys.”

Lances eyes flashed wide. He really hadn’t expected such a response, especially not this quickly. “You do?” His voice trembled as he verified the man’s statement.

“Yeah…” Keith blushed. “I don’t exactly have experience in this stuff, but I like you too Lance.”

Lance jumped up in excitement. “Wow— for once my screw up turned out to be a good thing!”

“Uh-huh…” Keith chuckled. “But don’t do that again!”

#klance #voltron #lance mcclain #keith voltron #klance ficlet #klance fanfiction

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years

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𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢

@proseeuhn~aaah its okay if it takes a while! i honestly dont mind! my requests was… how would the dreamies react to their friend/crush who is usually unintentionally quite distant and intimidating being with soft with them and grabbing their hand out of nowhere to just play with it? if that makes sense?? like the friend/crush gets all soft and grabs the dreamies hand and plays with it djskks thank you in advance! ~ Thank you so much for your request (๑>◡<๑) , it was such a fun and original idea, i really enjoyed coming up with scenarios for this (requests are still open btw)

Mark Lee

so mark may be just a tiny huge bit scared of you sometimes

but that’s mostly because babie doesn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you 🥺

cuz your rbf gives him THE chills sometimes

you’re the definition of a ‘bruh’ person but somehow that’s a huge charm in mark’s eyes he’s royally whipped been there done that

and the one(1) way mark can fully relax and be in his element is when he’s playing the guitar i’d die to see/hear him

and even after he’s done you’re just ✨ vibing ✨ together in silence

until you suddenly reach out and grasp his hand in yours and bring it close to your face

mark.exe has unexpectedly crashed (((( ;°Д°))))

“woah your fingertips are so calloused from playing”

mark needs a cooler PRONTO (⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

he’s OVERHEATING FOR REAL and hyperaware of your warm breath fawning over his fingertips

and then you intertwine your hands and bring them into your lap as you brush your thumb against the exposed skin on his hand that you’re able to reach with a small smile on your lips (ﾟ ωﾟ//）

and mark is SHOOK with your casual display of affection and softness

he can’t help but stare at the soft curl of your lips, the light twinkle in your eyes, the fingers that grip his own so firmly yet so endearingly ♡‿♡

“you’re so beautiful” it just slips out

0.0 pause, delete existence, rewind major PANIC

but to his immense surprise a faded hue of red paints your cheeks and ears (๑•́‧̫•̀๑)

“thanks, you’ll get there too eventually “

（ノT＿T)ノ＾┻━┻ way to ruin a moment

but he does forgive you when he feels the index finger of your other hand trace a faint heart on the back of his hand (*>ω<*)

and mark would spend a lifetime playing his guitar if it meant he’d get to witness this unexpected but very welcomed side of you

Huang Renjun

renjun probably watches you like a hawk

your distant demeanor sometimes baffles him poor baby

but he likes you too much to give up so easily whipped man ٩(♡ε♡ )۶

and he does everything he can to *subtly* hint about his tiny huge crush but without making you uncomfortable renjun best boi we been knew

but you don’t seem to get the gist AT ALL (>皿<)

and renjun is getting more and more concerned on your lack of affection towards him

so babie gets lowkey sad (oꆤ︵ꆤo) not allowed in this household

until one blessed time you’re peeking over his shoulder as he inspects one of his unworldly amazing drawings

*GASP* “JUN THAT’S SO BEAUTIFUL”

you hurriedly take a seat beside him and grab one of his hands in yours as you gush over his artwork

“HOW EVEN, THIS IS JUST…JUST- I HAVE NO WORDS, MY JUN IS THE BEST ARTIST IN THIS filthy WORLD!!!11!!!1!” ლ(^o^ლ)

renjun’s brain and face is overheating

‘we…we’re holding ha-hands??!? and they called me best artist- wait ‘MY jun’??!?!!??!?!?’ （◎0◎）

and while he’s already shutting down, you decide enough isn’t enough and give him THE FINAL BLOW

you run your fingers gently over the back of his right hand and you suddenly lean your head on his shoulder as your soft voice registers in his overworked brain

“your birthmark is so pretty, renjun, so unique” (♥ω♥*)

*please bring cold water, towels, a fan, the entire fridge, renjun is burning alive he hot that’s why*

but renjun makes THE ULTIMATE POWER MOVE and brings your intertwined hands up to lay a *smooch* on your hand 🥺

get a room pls

Lee Jeno

the members once said they also found jeno intimidating and cold before getting to know him

so he’s certain that you only need to open up a lil

that’s why no matter how distant and icy you act towards him

he never NEVER gives up

just shoots you one of his ^‿^ smiles and carries on

and unconsciously, you start to soften up around him

and there a very specific moment when he started to realize that

you were helping him cut up some fruits and as he was about to grab another apple, you grabbed his hand, intently inspecting it

jeno having a heated internal debate : ‘chill man, don’t give them a reason to catch you off guard’ (ó﹏ò｡)

“well i gotta admit lee jeno”

“huh?” insert that cute confused sound he makes

“i’m really awestruck by you”

jeno puffing his chest internally : ‘well it’s damn time you noticed me senpai’ (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

“you’ve really got the ugliest tan i’ve ever seen”

‘ASDFKAWDKSAIKAKJW- *passes out* ‘ X.X

jeno just snatches his hand away and grumbles about fruits and bicycles

he’s sulky the entire day but not because you hurt his ego no

and as much as you love teasing jeno, your growing soft spot for him is acting up and your melted heart just *mush*

so you kick renjun off the couch in order to sit beside jeno renjun tries to protest but you shoot him *that look* and he retreats with his tail between his legs ミ●﹏☉ミ

jeno tries to keep up his deeply hurt act dramatic much

until he feels shy fingers brushing his as if hesitating, before they curl around his firmly

‘ASDFKAWDKSAIKAKJW- *passes out* ‘ x2 because the softness in his heart is just too much for him

later on it becomes a habit neither of you complains

Lee Donghyuck

it’s the 4th time in the past 2 hours

and yes, donghyuck has been keeping count for scientific purposes obv

nvm, it’s the 5th time your hand brushed against his

and hyuck is ✨ ABOUT TO LOSE HIS MARBLES ✨

the demons on his shoulders are arguing by now

‘this is an attempt to subtly hold your hand dumbass’ (－‸ლ)

‘no it’s not, they would never touch anyone, remember when they threatened to chop chop that guy’s balls for touching them?’

‘it’s not the same thing, you’d let the opportunity if holding your crush’s hand pass by like this?’

‘sure go ahead, and then watch y/n dip it in acid’ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

donghyuck shuddered at the thought

what he doesn’t know is that sure, while sticking a random guy’s hand up his ass for touching you is a ‘been there done that’ for you

hyuck isn’t just a random guy

you’d choke on an asparagus before admitting it, but he has grown on you

sure, he’s still an annoying brat sometimes

but he’s so much more than that, he understood you in ways other couldn’t, he was patient with you and did his best to comfort and show you he cares in his own way (｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

and you grew to care for him too

maybe a bit more than a friend should ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“hey hyuck!! my hand is cold, warm it up for me”

you acted on impulse before you could chicken out and before hyuck could answer and slipped your hand in his

demon on left shoulder : ‘ha told ya pay up BEACH’

“you only love me for my warmth” said donghyuck totally not blushing and fangirling on the inside

“pffft i don’t love you, i like tolerate you and just shut up human radiator” said y/n totally not swinging their hands back and forward like kids in love

Na Jaemin

this man= W H I P P E D

y/n makes an edible omlet? jaemin : this is real taste, 5 star michelin right here!! stream gods menu cowards

y/n squishes hyuck like a bug for waking them up? jaemin : yes babe whoop go off cutie!!! (•̀o•́)ง

y/n breathes? jaemin : PERFECTION!!!11!!!1!!1!!

so you went from ‘(•ิ_•ิ)? what is this person saying??’

to ‘ (｡•́︿•̀｡)why isn’t he saying anything’ whenever he omits cheering you

but in a subtle way

you can’t have him catching on

so one day you’re sitting at the kitchen table and he’s feeding you pieces of fruit you whine about being able to feed yourself but nana knows you’re secretly enjoying it

when you suddenly snatch his other hand and one of renjun’s pencils left around and you 🥺 him

unfair if you ask him, how is he supposed to say no so he doesn’t

and you start doodling on his hand o(^◇^)o

he tries to peek at what you’re doing but you squeal softly and move to cover your drawing

“nana! wait until i’m done!!!’ (｀0´)

he *melts* at your cute reactions and resorts to watching your face expressions fondly as he occasionally prods your lips with fruit

“done!!!”

you move away to let him see the cute dolphin you drew on the back of his hand and he gushes about the cuteness of your drawing

but then you shyly start fiddling with his fingers as you explain

“you know how a dolphin helped poseidon find his love? this will make sure you’ll always find me” (๑•́‧̫•̀๑)

jaemin, softly smiling in understanding, curls his own fingers over yours and brings them up to his chest

“you don’t have to worry about that”

Zhong Chenle

chenle doesn’t seem a very affectionate person either

so he’s not really worried about your lack of affection social distancing

what he is worried about is that you’re also distant on an emotional level

because what if he misreads you?

what if you misunderstand him because of the lack of communication?

what if he isn’t there for you the one time you need him?

this baby just wants you to know he cares (◕⌓◕;)

but at the same time he doesn’t want to act in a different way around you read as doesn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of his crush

also you’re quite close

as friends for now (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

and as he does with all his close friends : he brings you to his home in china!!!!

and this boi has the surprise of his life when you obviously make an effort to open up to his family ໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७

you smile and chat a lot with his mom and chenle also gets to talk a lot with you since he has to translate so who’s the real winner here

and you know that variety show(?) where chenle dances with his grandpa in the park? you go there too (∗´꒳`)

and while you’re both waiting on the side…

you!!!!grab!!!!his!!!!HAND!!!! and pull him towards the dance floor!!

chenle : Σ(゜ロ゜;) then looks at you being all : o(^◇^) and chenle turns to : (●♡∀♡) whipped culture everyone

he barely even breathes until you settle for a comfortable dance pattern, one of your hands on his shoulder, one of his laying gingerly on your waist respectfully cuz he is a manners man

but most importantly : hands clasped together at the side!!!!!!

and these minutes in which you just dance together without a worry, chenle gets to live his long forgotten childhood dreams 🥺 you know how in cinderella it’s the dance that starts everything? yeah that

chenle marks this date in his calendar and makes it a national day

Park Jisung

lyin’ is a sin so we don’t do that in dis household

jisung is highly intimidated by you (⌣_⌣”)

as in he likes likes you but he doesn’t dare act on his feelings in any way

so renjun and haechan took it upon themselves to play cupid a horrible decision really

and it seems that their attempts at dr. love only ended up in disasters

locked you together in a rollercoaster together? jisung threw up on both your laps (✦థ ｪ థ)ﾉ

ice skating together? jisung stumbled into you, knocking you over so you left the ring with a bruised chin and sore knees and jisung : (シ_ _)シ

arcade hangout? your competitive self almost made jisung cry you not only ignored him but also kicked his ass in every. single. game

so no one had any expectations when they arranged a horror movie night and invited you to sit beside jisung ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you were awfully quiet since the start of the movie which wasn’t necessarily unusual but ya know

but the atmosphere was getting tenser and tenser and you just knew some kind of jumpscare was coming

and survival comes first!!!! so you clutch onto the nearest thing

jisung’s hand ding dong correct!!!!

and you also bury your face in his shoulder subtly (っ⇀⑃↼)っ

you, shitting your pants : not a word to the others

jisung, also shitting his pants : not one

but uh even though jisung is awkward and everything, he isn’t complaining!!

he finds comfort in your death grip and you’re also his crush so DOUBLE WIN!!! !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

ofc the others notice but they don’t say a word because ✨ you’re cute ✨ so they leave the teasing for later thought you escaped? not a chance beach

and to make it all even more embarrassingly cute, you fall asleep like that

and you wake up the next morning tucked in jisung’s side with a sore neck, clammy hands and 200 notifs on your phone with pictures of you and jisung sleeping from every possible angle (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

and with a soon-to-be boyfriend too

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lilfellasblog · 3 years

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Tolerable

Summary: Virgil's been accepted by Thomas and the famILY, even after they found out his secret. But will this be too much for them to handle? Or: Virgil has endometriosis, thinks he has to hide it, and that works out as well for him as you think it will.

A/N: If you liked this, please reblog. It is the only way to help this fic reach a wider audience.

TW: Past bullying and harassment mentioned, endometriosis, menstruation, this is a sick!fic, painful cramps, unsympathetic dark sides.

Word Count: 2351

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Virgil groaned and curled into himself. Not for the first time, he cursed the Mindscape’s sick sense of humor for not only making him the only trans Side, but also for giving him the period from hell. After researching his symptoms and checking in the Subconscious (he tried not to think about how he could see everything in there), he had discovered he had endometriosis. It certainly explained what he’d been experiencing. He didn’t even want to think about the number of tampons and pads he burned through. Alternating ibuprofen and acetaminophen could only take the edge off so much. The websites he visited suggested some, ahem, all-natural pain remedies, but Virgil was the opposite of in the mood when he was on his period. He felt tired and dizzy and light-headed and nauseous, and he always seemed to get migraines at the same time of his period because apparently God hated him personally.

He ground a fist into his lower abdomen during a particularly painful cramp that felt like his internal organs were ripping each other in half, and kept it there until the pain subsided somewhat. He wasn’t sure why, but pressing his knuckles into the spot where he felt the most pain seemed to help lessen the severity of that particular wave.

Virgil sighed, trying to figure out if he wanted to ask the others for help. He was exhausted, having dealt with this for a day already on his own. They’d all accepted him, including Thomas (thank fuck), but he didn’t know if they wanted to deal with everything that came with him being a trans guy. Yet, now that they knew, even though he’s dealt with this on his own before, being alone feels even harder.

What if they’re grossed out? They weren’t grossed out by me being trans, they seemed sad whenever I had even asked, but this is… yeah. I don’t know, I don’t want to push it. Just as he finished that thought, an excruciating pain ripped through him. He bit his knuckle and held his breath to keep from crying out.

“Virgil? You okay in there buddy? You missed breakfast, so I brought some up if you want any,” Patton offered through the door.

Virgil had to breathe through his nose to battle his nausea at the thought of breakfast food. “Thanks Pat. I’m good, just not feeling too well. I’ll be fine in a bit.” It’ll be manageable in a few days.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry to hear that! Is there anything I can do? Would soup help?”

Actually… “Yeah, I think I might be able to handle soup.”

“One bowl of soup, coming right up!”

“Thanks Pat.”

“Anytime!”

Despite his pain, Virgil smiled fondly. He’s too good for me. Before, if he’d shown any indication that he was on his period, the consequences would be more pain, some kind of humiliation, and a nightmare sequence courtesy of Remus that always lasted so long he’d bleed over.

Virgil rode out the waves of pain, unable to concentrate enough to follow Buzzfeed Unsolved, until Patton knocked on his door again.

“Virge? I have your soup,” Patton called quietly.

“Alri-” Virgil’s voice cut off as he was bowled over by a powerful tearing sensation that left him seeing stars.

“Virgil? You okay in there? Are you hurt?” Patton called, much more loudly this time.

Shitshitshit, I can’t let him see me, he’ll know I’m in pain and he’ll ask why and then I’ll have to tell him.

“I’m worried you’re hurt or unconscious, can you answer me?”

Virgil took a few deep breaths. “I’m here,” he croaked out.

“Oh honey, you sound like you’re in so much pain! Are you okay?!”

Since he wasn’t holding his breath, a pained keen left him against his will.

“I’m coming in.”

Fuck.

Virgil tried to uncurl his body, but he couldn’t find the willpower to counter the pain. As soon as Patton caught sight of him, he quickly set the bowl of soup (with crackers and cheese, Virgil noticed) on the nightstand and rushed over.

“It’s okay, I’m here. What’s wrong? You look and sound like you’re in so much pain!”

The worst of it passed, and Virgil managed to relax his body a bit. “I’m okay, I’m… kind of used to it.”

Patton’s expression darkened. “Did they hurt you again?” he asked, voice nearly a growl.

“No, nothing like that!” Virgil quickly promised. Patton sagged in relief.

“Thank goodness.” Patton frowned. “This has happened before? Do you have a stomach bug?”

Virgil thought about lying for a brief moment, but was too scared of accidentally summoning Janus to risk it. “No…”

He cursed when Patton’s puppy dog eyes came in full-force. “Is it something bad?”

Just as Virgil was about to hedge around the answer, he felt a telltale dampness. “Uh, nothing dangerous for us since we’re Sides, but I do need to go to the bathroom.”

Patton immediately scooted aside. “Okay! I’ll be here when you get back,” he reassured.

Shit. “Thanks.”

Virgil uncurled himself from his position on the bed, then carefully made his way to the bathroom. He cleaned himself up since he had bled over a bit, changed out his pad and tampon. Just as he was about to flush away the bloody water and toilet paper, there was urgent knocking at the door.

“Virgil, are you okay?!”

Virgil was a little annoyed, but knew to rein himself in. “Yeah Pat, I’m good, just about to wash my hands.”

“Sweetie, are you sure? There’s blood on the bed.”

OH FUCK.

“Um, I’ll be out a in a minute.”

Think think think think THINK!! Okay, what can I tell him? I could just fudge the truth a little bit, but that might be too close to a lie. I could just tell him I don’t want to tell him, but he’d be so sad that I don’t trust him and he deserves better than that. Shiiiiiiiiiiit.

Realizing he’d been staring into space, he dried his hands, then went out to face the music.

Patton was studying the comforter that had gotten stained, and looked up and smiled at Virgil as he emerged. “Hey Virge, I was just gonna wash this for you, is that okay?”

Virgil could feel another wave coming on. “Yeah, but you don’t have to.” Let me lie down so I don’t double over in front of you.

Patton waved him off. “Nonsense, you’re sick and I wanna help!”

SHIT. “Okay, I can help get it off.”

“Sure!”

Virgil frantically tugged at the comforter, while Patton calmly gathered it up in his arms. As soon as the comforter was off the bed, Virgil laid down and curled up, hopefully in a way that made it look like he was just lying down.

“Virgil, can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer!”

Virgil assessed Patton. Patton was looking nervous himself, biting his lip and eyes averting themselves.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Patton took a deep breath. “Well, I know you’re in a lot of pain, you’re not feeling well, you said it’s happened before, and there’s blood that you don’t seem too worried about.” He fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to figure out how to ask. “Is there anything I can do to help with… this?”

Virgil sighed. Of course he’d figure it out. “Honestly, the soup is more than what I usually get-”

“What?!” Patton cried.

Oops.

“Um, usually I just kinda deal with it on my own?”

Virgil kicked himself for the devastated look on Patton’s face. “Oh Virge…”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind dealing with it by myself!”

“I know, but you shouldn’t have to! And you don’t have to anymore!” Patton declared. “You’re in so much pain, is that normal? Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Normal for me, yeah, and I don’t think so.”

“Normal for you? Why just you, are you in more pain than other people who get periods?”

Way to put it on the nose Patton. “I-”

“What’s this regarding?” Logan asked as he walked in.

Patton didn’t close the door, shit!! “Nothing!”

“Patton seemed to be implying that you’re in a great deal of pain-”

“WHO DARES HARM YOU?!” Roman thundered, sword already drawn.

GODAMMIT. “NO ONE. Okay, Jesus Christ. Look, I’m fine, I’ve just got the period from hell. I’m sorry you guys found out, I didn’t mean to, I’m fine dealing with this on my own, I know it’s weird and-” Virgil cut himself off at the sorrowful looks he was getting. He sighed. These guys aren’t the Dark Sides, they probably don’t think it’s weird and gross and something I’m doing to them on purpose. “Sorry. Just, I have this thing that makes this harder, I can’t think of the name because I can’t think during this, and I’m fine. I’m just miserable for a week and then it’s manageable. This is better treatment than I usually get, and now I can at least get food. Just ignore me.” Virgil cursed God as another devastating cramp chose that specific moment to be an asshole. He held his breath, but couldn’t stop from curling in on himself. Concerned Patton noises could be heard, and Logan was trying to encourage Virgil to breathe. Roman just stood there, feeling helpless.

Once it passed, Virgil unclenched and took a few breaths. “Sorry,” he panted.

“Please do not apologize. Average menstrual cramps-” Virgil winced. “-have been shown to be at a similar pain level as a heart attack, and it sounds like you experience more severe cramping. If you wish to be left alone, then we will respect that,” Logan stated, agreements coming from each of the other Sides. “But there is still the concern of unusual pain. Do you require pain medication?”

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah, it helps me not lose my mind, but it can only do so much. I’m on the max dose for ibuprofen and tylenol right now, and I’m alternating them.”

Logan frowned. “This is your pain level even with medication?”

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah, it’s this thing that starts with an “e”… shit, what is it…”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up. “Endometriosis?”

“Yeah!” Virgil squinted. “How the hell did you know that?”

“I’m Thomas’ center of knowledge. Gracious, Virgil…” Logan trailed off. “Has a TENS unit ever proven helpful?”

“A what?”

Logan straightened up. “A TENS unit administers small electrical pulses to pain points or trigger points via electrodes placed on the skin. Research, as well as personal anecdotes, have shown them to be effective in combating menstrual pain. Would you like me to conjure one for you?”

Whatever, worst thing that might happen is it could hurt worse for a few seconds. “Sure, why not.”

Logan closed his eyes, and a few seconds later a rectangular device with a bunch of wires coming out of it appeared. “Would you like me to apply the electrodes, or would you like to?”

The thought of someone touching his bare skin, especially where he was in so much pain, still scared him, even though he knew these weren’t the Dark Sides. “I can put it on.”

No one said anything as Virgil rolled over to his side and placed the electrodes where Logan instructed. He turned back over, blushing slightly and feeling weird. He could feel another bad one coming on, and he hoped that this would work. Logan handed Virgil the unit.

“There are a few levels of electricity. Since this is your first time, it’s recommended you start at 1 and see if you need to increase from there.”

Before the next bastard cramp could come to do its damage, Virgil just nodded and turned on the device, bracing himself for electrocution pain. Instead, the cramps was… not as bad? It still hurt like a motherfucker, but it wasn’t as godawful as it could be. He cranked it up a few more dials, and the pain dimmed to a level he couldn’t remember ever feeling.

His eyes widened as he uncurled and sat up, jaw slack. The pain was still there, and he could still tell that his muscles were freaking the fuck out, but the pain was down so much he could almost ignore it.

So Logan just made my life about a thousand times better. How do I let him know?

“What kind of bullshit wizard magic is this?” Nice, REAL kind of you to say after Logan literally changed your life.

Logan just did his proud little smirk of his and drew his shoulders back. “No magic involved, merely science, and,” he adjusted one side of his glasses. “logic.”

Virgil sighed, still light-headed and dizzy, but the amount of relief that flooded his body without the pain was helping him feel so much better.

Logan frowned. “If you’ll excuse me, Thomas requires my help with a business e-mail.”

Virgil looked out through Thomas’ eyes and Sanders what the HELL. “Yeah, you’d better go deal with that.”

Patton waved his hand over the bowl of soup to warm it. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

Virgil fidgeted. “Not to be a stereotype, but I’m currently willing to commit homicide for chocolate.”

In the next moment, Virgil found his lap full of his favorite dark chocolate-sea salt-almond bars.

“I should probably go too, make sure Thomathy gets the tone of the e-mail right,” Patton said regretfully.

Virgil waved him off. “No worries, go do your thing.”

“I’ll keep our brave knight company!” Roman declared.

Patton said goodbye and sank out. Roman and Virgil stared at each other.

Roman broke first. “Soooo, friendo…”

Virgil sighed, putting Roman out of his misery. “I don’t usually feel like being a people, but this TENS unit thing is really helping. I’d be down to play some video games after lunch.”

“Sounds wonderful! I’ll get the game set up!” Roman sank out with his usual flair.

Virgil snorted and shook his head. Thank god for TENS units.

He flushed as he thought to himself, Thank god for famILY.

#trans!Virgil #virgil sanders fanfiction #virgil sanders fanfic #platonic lamp/calm #could be read as pre-romantic if you want #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #unsympathetic dark sides

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neptunesfullbuster · 3 years

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Me again (again) asking for laxus 😔 uhhh let's go with how he got together with his s/o (I love this man too much) headcanons or scenario I don't mind 😊

how he ended up with his s/o - laxus dreyar

authors note: the struggle was real for how i wanted to write this skamsnf but i did it and i hope i made you proud. its very much all over the place but i do really like it! (also i know i’m terrible at kissing scenes, leave me alone)

reblogs are very much appreciated

pairing: laxus dreyar x gn!reader

warnings/genre: lots of swearing, angst, implied smut, fluff if you squint

you were fuming, smoke was practically coming out of your ears from how pissed you were

you couldn’t believe that he did that, again

Laxus Dreyar, that son of a bitch

as much as you loved the man, he had a tendency of cock blocking you on purpose.

Laxus loved to medal with your love life- he basically controlled it and stopped you from having some fun any chance he got which annoyed you endlessly

anytime you were flirting or dancing, even just just talking to another human being he would take it upon himself and step in ruining your night 99% of the time

now tonight was one of those nights..

you were dancing with someone, nothing terrible but Laxus didn’t approve of the person who you were dancing with like every other person you thought was attractive

so he stepped in, almost getting into fight the person which you had to stop. you ended dragging Laxus out of the guild and to your apartment so you could scold him once again

“I don’t understand you sometimes. Why? Why was that necessary?” you asked him, it was clear you were extremely tired of this constant game. Rubbing your hands over your face, you stared at Laxus, who was leaning on your countertop, finding the floor more interesting than this same old argument you two had been having for weeks.

“They aren’t good for you,” he mumbled carelessly. You scoffed, standing up from your seat.

“You don’t get to decide that, Laxus, I do!” you shouted, throwing your hands up in frustration, pacing around your couch.

“Y/n, listen-”

“Why? You never do, so why should I have to listen?” You interrupted him, preparing to go on a rant. Laxus look up at you as you turned away from him.

“I am tired of you parenting me and deciding what’s good for me! It’s my fucking life Laxus. Do you understand that because I don’t think you do? Whoever I chose to fuck or date has nothing to do with you, so stop budding in just because you don’t like the vibe they give off. You never let me give anyone a chance! What’s your damn issue? We just were dancing, but no, Laxus had to have it his why cause he’s just a selfish asshole who doesn’t give a shit about anyone else but himself.”

You stopped to breathe, turning around to see his reaction. You were not impressed that he had felt the need to try and fight the person you were casually dancing with, having a fun time, but no, Laxus didn’t like that.

“Y/n I’m-”

“You’re what? Sorry? Please, you didn’t seem so sorry twenty minutes when you tried to knock that poor person. Do you suddenly care because someone is finally not taking your bullshit?”

“Y/n listen to me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m telling you to!” Laxus finally snapped, catching you off guard. You quickly shut your mouth, staring at him wide-eyed; Laxus was not one to lose his cool so fast.

“You wanna know what my issue is so bad, right Y/n? Well, it’s you!” He walked right up to you to where you were almost touching. You looked taken back but swallowed down your sarcastic comment.

“You are so quick to fall to your knees as soon as some random person is nice to you. Who the hell have you become? What happened to the old Y/n hm? The one who wasn’t so quick to jump in bed with someone they barely know.”

“Excuse me-”

“What? It’s true, almost every week, you have someone new in your pants.”

“And you haven’t been doing the same?” You accused. You could feel his hot breath on your face due to the lack of space between you both. Laxus quickly shut up after that comment, letting out an irritated groan.

He moved away from you, and an uncomfortable silence fell between you two. You stared at his back, thinking what to say next.

What was the reason for your latest actions? You weren’t one to let go, especially that much. Maybe it was the fact that you were trying to get rid of your feelings for your irritating best friend. You didn’t want to accept that you fell for someone who you were sure would never like you back in a million years. It made you sad when you’d hear Laxus had another thing with a different person almost every week, but unnoticed to you, he was dealing with the same feelings.

Laxus felt terrible, he really did, but he wouldn’t give up his pride and admit his newly discovered feelings to you. He took him a bit longer to realize he had actual feelings for you, yes he’d been medalling with your love life for a while, but at first, he didn’t know why he was getting so angry seeing you with different people until one night it just kind of hit him like a truck.

“Laxus.” You softly called out, sitting back down on the couch. He didn’t move, but you knew he was listening.

“You know we aren’t dating-”

“You think I’m already aware of that?” He spat out but quickly regretting his tone at your frowned expression.

“You have to stop doing this.” He turned to you and sighed.

“I know, but I can’t-”

“Why?” you interrupted him, slightly raising your voice, causing him to give you a look.

“Sorry.”

“I don’t like it Y/n. I-it bugs me,” He sighed once again. You looked down at the floor before looking back up at him.

“How do you think I feel?” you sadly smiled at him. Laxus looked at you, confused but curious.

“You have so many people fawn over you, and I don’t like it.” you watched him look down and chuckle to himself, making you the confused one and bit taken back at his sudden change in mood.

He walked over to you, which made you shoot up from your seat. Laxus stopped right in front of you like before, your chests almost touching, and his hot breath lightly brushed your face. This time instead of feeling angry rising instead of you, it was nerves. You felt his hands move to your waist, lightly grasping it. Your face went bright red at the sudden contact.

“Laxus, what are yo-”

A harsh kiss planted on your lips interrupted your question. Your body went into shock for a few seconds until you could register what was actually happening.

Finally, letting your brain figure out that yes, in fact, your best friend was currently kissing you in the middle of your living room, you kissed him back, moving your hands to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You felt Laxus’s right hand slightly moved towards your back as he leaned deeper into the kiss.

The two of you pulled back, gasping for air. You yet out a laugh, looking at him.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” Laxus chuckled in response, pulling you into a hug.

“Me too.”

#fairy tail #fairy tail laxus #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail fanfic #fairy tail imagines #fairy tail imagine #laxus dreyar fairy tail #laxus dreyar imagine #laxus dreyar headcanon #laxus dreyar imagines #laxus dreyar

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maximumjinx · 4 years

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Been reading a lot of salt. So here’s some I wanted to see in a fic.

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~Ladybug’s Finale~

Marinette counted to 10, for the fourth time today.

“It’s a chronic thing girl, it would be best to just keep the seating this way anyways!” Alya explained as the seating was arranged so that she sat in the back row. Again.

Without her knowledge or permission.

Again.

Lila smiled sweetly, sat closely to Adrien who looked mildly uncomfortable as he shot his classmate an apologetic look. Marinette wasn’t even jealous as much as she was annoyed that the class has decided to protect and cater to Lila without resistance or question. Lila explained her hearing problem had flared up again, but this time Marinette only remained silent.

Nothing had exactly been the same since the class first turned on her. The heroine knew she had to treat Lila like a constant akuma, patiently observing for the right time to strike. It also helped to smother the hurt she felt from her best friend abandoning her at lunch, and their after school plans, and their paired project.

Marinette decided to pour herself into her job instead.

Down came the shrine to Adrien and his modeling, instead she would dedicate her spare time to finding Hawkmoth and ending his terrorizing once and for all.

The class went to the movies and held a group picnic, without any invitation or notice to the class president. Alya claimed that Lila (who was in charge of invitations) simply texted the wrong number. Lila’s curled smile told a different story. Marinette blew a breath, rolled her eyes, and assured Alya she was fine, she was able to not only catch up on her schoolwork, but complete her work for the rest of the semester.

Marinette won the two design contests she had entered a month later. None of her friends could attend the first award ceremony, as Lila had just broken up with her secret American singer boyfriend, and she needed their support. Marinette didn’t mention her second award. Or any she won afterwards.

Alya began to post Lila’s ‘encounters’ with Ladybug and stories to the Ladyblog as prime sources of information. She couldn’t figure out why Ladybug wouldn’t stop for an interview anymore.

Chat Noir rarely saw his Lady anymore, since she patrolled frequently while he was attending his extra circulars and modeling. Even after an akuma, she would give him a sad smile, a weak fist bump, and flee before she detransformed. The akumas were defeated with ease now, as Ladybug had surprised Chat with not only new moves, but new weapons as well. Marinette had been attending extra training with Master Fu and earned new powers after all.

Her cork board was covered in red string, sighting of Hawkmoth, crossed out suspects and more. Marinette was frustrated, but getting closer with each day.

“Marinette why don’t you take a break? See if Alya wants to come over or maybe hang out in the park to watch Adrien’s shoot!” Tikki suggested, trying to cover her worry with a bouncy attitude.

“Alya hasn’t texted me in months Tikki, let alone ask to hang out.” Marinette mumbled, still deep in thought as she examined her board.

Tikki faltered, but refused to give up.

“Why don’t you patrol with Chat for a change! You both haven’t really connected in a while.”

“It’s better that way. He’s flirting with me less and less and we’re both more focused on Akumas.”

“But Marinett-“

“What, Tikki?!” Marinette whipped around to face her kwami. Her eyes were glossy, angry and hurt.

“Nobody likes me! They don’t want anything to do with me! I may as well be the same as I was before Ladybug.” Marinette didn’t cry, but pulled a pained smile instead. “They don’t check up on me. They don’t care.”

The goddess of creation was at a loss for words. She looked warily for an akuma, but nothing appeared. Marinette took a deep breath, and felt the tips of her fingers go cold again. Her chest ached, but it was duller now.

“No akuma, you don’t have to worry.” Marinette half heartedly closed her investigation board, grabbing a black sweater on her way out the door. “We’re late to meet Master Fu.”

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“You’ve unlocked the staff I see.” Fu noted, as Marinette began basic forms. “The last Ladybug to unlock that was considered very strong. And unforgiving.”

Marinette only hummed in response. She liked the staff, it reminded her of her brief moment as Lady Noire. Chat and her had so much fun that day.

“Master?” She strutted forward, bow extended. “Why don’t you train Chat like you train me?”

Master Fu was silent for a moment, Wayzz watching warily.

“That boy has enough on his plate without extra training added.”

Marinette wanted to protest that she was busy as well, but remembered her new free time.

“Besides, since I lost the Butterfly and Peacock miraculous when the Temple was destroyed, I decided it be better to only let you see where the miracle box is truly hidden.”

The staff stilled. Tikki looked at her chosen with piqued interest.

“Marinette?” The kwami tried.

“You lost the miraculouses with the temple.” Marinette parroted.

Master Fu tilted his head. “Yes.”

“Master, where did you lose the Miraculous book?”

“I lost everything that day, when the temple-“ Master Fu froze, looking at Marinette with wide eyes. She hadn’t dropped her bow yet.

“Fu, you geezer.” He chastied himself, “Marinette the book! Whoever had the book-“

Marinette dropped the bow, a loud vebrato echoinf around the room. She looked to Tikki with an unreadable expression.

“Looks like my chances with Adrien really are ruined.”

...

“Marinette wait- we still don’t know the full story!” Tikki yelled, from inside Marinette’s bag. But the blunette was already racing home, feet literally pounding the pavement.

How didn’t she see it before? She had crossed out most of the Agreste household, but if she could make is so that Ladybug and Marinette were in the same place, couldn’t they do so as well? Adrien isn’t Hawkmoth, she knew that much. Whichever side he took on Lila’s lies didn’t make him a villain, if he decided not to interfere or shake the boat, those are his own issues to work out.

Gabriel Agreste. The elusive, fashion designer. With an assistant that knows his every move in and out of a potential suit, his very own Mayura. He had the resources to go to Tibet, he had the book in his possesion, and if he himself wasn’t hawkmoth, he at least knew more about the villain than he let on.

“Tikki, spots on!” Marinette hissed, suddenly taking a sharp turn into an alley. A new fire was burning under the heroine. She would need Chat to take down Hawkmoth, she may need all the heroes. Tikki wrapped around her, without any flashes or spectacular poses.

Ladybug immediately took to the roofs. A call to Chat should be able to at least transfer to his kwami, even untransformed. She admits she hasn’t been as close to Chat lately, with everything around her she doesn’t feel like getting close. The people she believed were her close friends were quick to turn around and leave her behind. The boy she loved wasn’t what she built him up to be, this was her own fault, she knew that.

But Chat, he was the partner Fu chose, he took things less seriously than he should, and Marinette believed it was because she had let him for too long. She liked the banter they had back and forth, liked being able to talk to someone without worrying about what they thought about Marinette. She was a spaz, she was late, she was disorganized, and she was cowardly. But that was different now, she had to grow up. So she did.

Now wasn’t the time for anymore games.

“Kid, Ladybug is trying to contact you.”

Plagg was resting on Adrien’s pillow as his chose sat at the desk, practicing his Mandarin. Plagg has been around for eons, and knew every language there is to know, even the dead ones. He had lived through them after all. The kwami was correcting Adrien on his pronounciation.

His chosen jumped up, eyes wide.

“She is?”

“Wait- don’t get too excited it might be-”, Plagg couldn’t finish, suddenly transforming Adrien in a rush. Damn it, he hated when his kittens didn’t let him speak.

Chat Noir on the other hand, was estatic.

“I should get her flowers, we haven’t had any time to hang out. She hasn’t been looking like herself lately.”

It was true, Ladybug had gotten a few upgrades on her suit, but even Chat had noticed how much black had bled into the classic polka dot design. He wasn’t too worried, he himself was covered in the color. But the black was now covering her legs to her thigh, her chest and upper back was now covered in a thin but incredibly strong black armored plate. She had a hood now too, entirely red that she kept loose for the most part, but he had seen up and around her face during nightly patrols. Lastly, she now had a belt, to hold her yoyo and what he guessed a bag full of special transformations for her kwami.

The change was gradual, new things here and there, but startling all the same.

Chat decided to skip the flowers. As much as he loved Ladybug, he knew lately she wasn’t responding to his advances. There was a part of him that wanted to be bitter and try harder, but after weeks of having Lila forcibly hanging on his arm, he could guess why Ladybug wanted the space. He was still dealing with taking the distance as a place to let them both breathe, and not as a form of rejection.

He arrived to his Lady’s location, and noticed her hood was up. He suddenly felt uneasy. The sun was only setting, so why have it up now?

“Hey there Bug-“ he wanted so badly to finish it with ‘-aboo’, but pushed it back.

She turned around to face him, and he saw a new change. Her mask had turned into a visor, the black dots still in place, and bending around her nose like glasses. It looked more efficient at protecting her eyes than the last mask. Also, her hair was loose. It was tucked into her hood, with small pieces framing her face and resting on her shoulders.

She wasn’t smiling, but looked worried.

“Ladybug?” Chat felt uneasy with the look on her face.

Ladybug steeled herself, “I think I know who Hawkmoth is and we need a plan.”

Chat looked alarmed.

“You figured it out? What are we waiting for!”

“Wait Chat,” Ladybug placed an hand on his shoulder, “we could need the other miraculous holders. And we need to look more into the suspect. I might have a way in with my civilian identity but we need to do this carefully.”

Chat faltered. His lady would never risk her personal identity, he’s mentioned before she has too many loved ones to protect. Has that somehow changed?

“Can you at least tell me who it is?”

Ladybug looked at Chat carefully, and sighed.

“The guardian and I were talking when I realized it.” Chat tried not to let her regular meetings with Fu sting, “Master Fu lost the peacock and butterfly miraculous back at the temple in tibet. He also lost several artifacts from his temple, and the book of miraculous.”

Chat could feel breath begin to come out shallow, heart racing in his chest.

“So whoever found the book, must have found the miraculous.” He finished. “Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth.”

“Or Gabriel Agreste somehow got the book from Hawkmoth.” Ladybug wasn’t sure about that theory, but she couldn’t accuse him without better proof again.

Chat Noir disagreed. He found the book with a few belongings of his mother, and a map of Tibet. His father was never the same after his mom disappeared. A thought occured to him.

His eyes widened, “Mayura-“

“Might be Gabriel’s assistant Nathalie Sancouer, yes.” Ladybug didn’t appear angry or determined to track these two down. Instead it looked like it pained her to realize the truth. Perhaps she was mimicking Chat’s own emotions.

Chat looked at his Lady. Obviously she had been going through a few things. Bad things. And if she was willing to risk her identity when unknowning there was a better candidate for undercover work beside her, Chat knew she could trust her with his identity. He always knew that.

“Ladybug, I know it’s important to keep our identites a secret, and I’m not sure how you would even try to investigate out of the suit, but you have to know something first.” Chat took a step back.

“What are you-“

“You don’t have to reveal yourself to me. I know how important your own identity is to you. But there’s an easier way to get to Agreste.” He took a deep breath. “We have to use Adrien.”

Ladybug’s face shifted to disbelief, then to anger.

“We won’t put a civilian in danger! And he didn’t handle the Snake miraculous well, we would be sending him in without any protection!” She barked.

Chat smiled humorlessly.

“I think he can handle himself.” He was risking everything. But with everything his father might have done, it was his job to make it right. “Claws in.”

He heard his partner shriek, and quickly cover her eyes.

“Chat now is not the time! What makes you think your civilian identity can get closer to Adrien or Gabriel than mine?”

“Because I live under the same roof.” Adrien thought for a moment. “And I’m not Gorilla- in case you had any doubts.”

Ladybug’s mouth dropped, hand trembling over her eyes. She didn’t want to look.

“Adrien?” She asked shakily, still unable to remove her palm. She felt long fingers carefully wrap around her own, and gently pry her hand away.

Adrien Agreste stood on a roof in pajama pants and a hoodie, hair messed up from the wind, and a sheepish smile on his face.

“Hey LB.”

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#miraculous ladybug #chat noir #ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #fic #ml salt #alya salt #lila salt #lila rossi #hawkmoth #ladynoir #adrienette #marichat #ladrien #tikki #plagg #writing

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derireo · 3 years

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sad little pair ↦ itaru & izumi

cw: high school au, a story spoiler or two from kniroun. angst? hurt/no comfort?

"Hey." Izumi gently pokes Itaru's arm with the button of her pen to catch his wandering attention. It's currently study hall, but Izumi can't focus, and her friend doesn't seem too keen on doing work either.

Her prodding at his arm makes Itaru look up from the intricate wood patterns on his desk. His overgrown fringe falls over his eyes, but he can still see Izumi.

He rests his cheek in his palm, gaze staring at her through his fingerprint stained glasses. "What."

His tone is uncaring, but Izumi knows he's just bad at his delivery. She quietly gets up from her chair to stand beside Itaru's desk, and she crouches, hands gripping the edge of his table.

Her eyes are sparkling, albeit dimly. It looks like she has an idea in mind.

"Let's dip." She murmurs with a little upwards tilt to the corner of her mouth. "I wanna go home."

Itaru lazily nods his head in agreement. "Same."

Izumi's light up just a bit more, and Itaru feels kind of happy although he was barely able to lift her mood.

"Let's go at lunch." Itaru suggests to which Izumi smiles.

“‘Kay.”

"Sometimes looking at you makes me feel sad." Izumi mumbles softly, sitting cross legged above Itaru's head as he lies on the floor with a handheld game console in his grip.

She says that sentence with a barely amused smile, but it only makes Itaru scoff half-heartedly. He takes a glance up at her towering figure as he feels her fingers brush back his messy fringe.

"Then stop looking at me." He shrugs.

His tone is indifferent, but Izumi knows that his response is lighthearted. She smiles a little more. Readjusts his glasses for him.

"But looking at you can also make me happy." She urges, just in case there was a little part of Itaru that was annoyed with her comment. Izumi's fingers help keep Itaru's hair away from his face as he plays his game. "I feel less lonely.”

Itaru looks at her again, clearer this time now that he paused his game to pay more attention to the conversation they're having. "Well. We're friends.”

He puts his handheld console on his chest, screen down. Folds his hands above his stomach as Izumi playfully flattens his fringe to cover his vision.

"Yeah." She says after a pause. "But sometimes I feel like you get tired of me. My presence can be a bit much. I know.”

Itaru scoffs. "What presence? And if I was tired of you, I'd have left long ago." His voice tells Izumi that she’d gone and upset him.

"Where is this coming from, Tachibana?" Itaru asks her. His pink irises glimmer in the lowlight of the living room as he searches Izumi's face for any non-verbal cues. He doesn't find any

"I don't know." Izumi shrugs. She fixes his fringe and moves to shove her hands between her thighs to warm them. "The night makes me think.”

Her expression is slightly bashful, but it doesn't endear Itaru one bit. He crosses an arm beneath his head and gently reaches out to poke her cheek with his hand

"And it's still the afternoon. Stop thinking so hard.”

And, well... Yeah. Okay. She can probably do that.

Izumi turns her head to look out the window of her living room and smiles blankly. She nods in acknowledgement, looking back at Itaru with an eerily unfocused gaze.

"Yeah..." She trails off slowly.

It makes Itaru want to sigh.

Her mom never really liked showing her face when Izumi was around. And when they did end up seeing each other at home, Izumi's mom wouldn't stay around long enough to hold a conversation.

She'd leave the room if Izumi entered, and sometimes she'd even leave the house if she found no reason to stay.

This started around the time when Izumi's father left, so really. Izumi was just stuck.

Stuck being alone.

Itaru understands why she's being like this right now, but it still makes him wonder: Doesn't she get tired of feeling this way?

"Looking at me now, how are you feeling?" Itaru asks quietly. He watches her movements through his overgrown fringe and he can tell that she's slowly beginning to smile again.

"...I'm happy." She murmurs.

"Less lonely?" He asks another question.

"A little." Izumi frowns. Her brown eyes meet Itaru's, and she reaches out to lightly pat her palm against his cheek. "You're lonely too."

Her gentle touch isn't enough to quell the annoyance that flares inside of Itaru when she points out his similar problem. He still tries to keep his ill-temper at bay, though. For the sake of Izumi.

He blinks his eyes twice, thrice. Gazes up at the ceiling with pursed lips and an indifferent hum.

"I don't think I am." He argues, voice quiet.

It makes Izumi smile again. It's very much like him to pretend and deny things about himself.

"You and I both know that we're hanging around each other more because that guy is gone."

The mention of 'that guy' makes Itaru sip in a quick breath. His pink irises grow sharp as he looks at Izumi who was staring back; looking innocent as if she had done nothing wrong.

"Don't mention him." Itaru says lowly.

He didn't really care about the incident that had happened weeks ago anymore, but just remembering that he was friends with that type of person was something Itaru wanted to forget.

"If only he hadn't pulled that stunt, I'm sure you'd be with him instead of me right now." Izumi muses; observant as always.

And well, she's probably right. At this time of day, he'd usually be in the classroom with his 'friend', talking about Knights of the Round Table. Itaru only talks to Izumi after school, when he walks her home or when he stays over to study.

It's rare for him to be with Izumi for longer than three hours a day, actually. So it's funny. Funny how Itaru doesn't even know if he considers Izumi a friend.

A real one.

Does she consider him a friend?

Is she lying when she says he makes her feel less lonely or is it true?

And why does it feel like he's being selfish?

"Do you feel like I'm only using you as a substitute for his absence?" Itaru asks after a while of silence between the two students, and he frowns, vision briefly going out of focus due to Izumi going back to playing with his fringe.

He gives Izumi time to mull over her answer to his question, but Itaru's only given a shrug.

"I guess, but it doesn't bug me." She starts, pinching a few strands of his hair between her fingers. "I'm a nice replacement, don't you think?"

Her teasing smile is what barely makes Itaru chuckle, but the young boy goes back to his normal brooding.

"I'm sorry."

The apology makes the girl pause in her messing around with his hair and frowns down at him. She couldn’t see the hundreds of thoughts that ran through his head, but it felt like she still saw right through him. "...Why?"

"I didn't mean to cast you aside." He mutters quietly and scratches his cheek, eyes darting between his friend's face and the ceiling of her living room. "I left you alone for too long."

"It's okay. You two were always happy when talking about Kniroun." Izumi shrugs. She doesn't really understand why he's feeling bad.

She knows that Itaru feels more comfortable around Tonooka than he feels with her so how can she blame him?

Itaru doesn't want to think about Tonooka. "I should have kept you some more company, at least."

"It's okay. I'm fine with the quiet walks home."

"Izumi. I don't... Ugh, I—I don't want you to say that." Itaru grasps for straws at this point. "You need to be more vocal with your own thoughts, wants, and needs."

"Well... If anything. I just want us to stay friends. For a long time." Her wish is simple and barely satisfies Itaru's need to feel less guilty, but he doesn't argue.

He gathers the courage to look at Izumi again and feels himself falter when he notices her smile.

"Do you think we can manage that?" She asks him, innocent.

And don't get mad at him, but the question almost had Itaru laughing at the absurdity.

People don't stay friends after high school.

People in high school aren't worth keeping as friends.

Itaru doesn't want to make a promise he can't keep.

"I don't know." He says honestly, lightly brushing away Izumi's hands from his face. "Seems a little difficult."

"Since our interests don't really align, right?" She says what Itaru had been thinking and the blond frowns.

Izumi smiles kindly, not at all upset. Of course, she knew. Itaru, busy with his games, busy with his studies, busy with anything else that didn’t pique Izumi’s interest. He sees her the same way; busy with acting, busy with working, busy with self-loathing.

None of that interested Itaru just as much as Izumi to him.

Funny, that, although they were completely different, they were also quite similar.

Lonely. Closed off. Acting like someone they’re not.

“I’m surprised we’re still friends.” Izumi muses, brown eyes staring straight through Itaru as his eyes looked up at her ceiling.

“We tolerate each other, if anything.” He says, avoids returning Izumi’s stare. His throat bobs, and suddenly there’s a vine of guilt climbing up his spine and wrapping around his neck.

He’s making it sound like he doesn’t consider her a friend; disregarding everything he said earlier in their conversation.

But, after Tonooka...he isn’t sure if he even wants one anymore.

There’s still a lot more he can lose if Izumi turns on him too.

Their silence stretches on for what feels like hours after Itaru’s last statement, Izumi’s eyes unblinking and void of any emotion. She isn’t sure if he’s pushing her away, having experienced much harsher treatment from her mother, but she prepares her heart for the icy hurt that would soon come.

Itaru’s uncomfortable by her stare. Almost like she’s staring at the floor and not him.

Almost like she’s choosing not to see him.

“How am I making you feel now?” He asks, quiet, as to not startle her.

Her unfocused eyes revert themselves at the question, and thankfully, he’s in her sights again. Itaru lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and runs a hand through his hair.

“Um.” She starts, wringing her hands in her lap. Her lips are red with how much she’s been biting them, and she looks almost conflicted. Like she didn’t want to tell him the truth.

Itaru reaches out, tenderly brushing his fingers against her cheek. “You can tell the truth.”

She barely registers his touch; something that doesn’t happen often. Izumi loves it when he initiates physical affection, but it seems that she doesn’t even notice this time around.

“Lonely.” She says, softly. “You want to leave.”

Itaru flinches at the sudden warmth of her tears dripping onto his fingers, and his breath catches when he sees that she still isn’t blinking.

Her face doesn’t move a muscle although there are tears leaking from her eyes and Itaru has to drop his hand from her face so that they would stop sliding down his arm.

Her voice is oddly calm, void of the sadness that her eyes show and Itaru sits up with an anxious feeling digging into his stomach.

“I didn’t say that.” He croaks. There’s a fire crawling up his throat that makes him struggle to speak, the burn making him stumble over his words as he reaches for Izumi’s shoulders to pull her limp body into his chest.

“I just—I-I...I don’t know if I can promise that I’ll stay.” He says truthfully, but still winces at the words that brought no comfort.

“It’s okay.” She speaks into Itaru’s shoulder, his arms wrapping around her.

Her nose stings and brings a fresh wave of tears to pool in her eyes. She laughs it off though, albeit weakly, and lets her face twist into a pained expression when she knows Itaru isn’t looking at her.

“It was fun being your friend.” She whispers, lifting a heavy hand to comfort Itaru by patting his back.

As they say. Nothing lasts forever.

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#act! addict! actors!#itaru chigasaki #izumi tachibana #dr: same age troupe #dr: spring pair #a3! fic #a3! scenarios #ohhhh girl. i dont even know what happened. all of a sudden i was writing then i started crying #this was a wip for months

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mikkomacko · 4 years

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Sweet As Honey 14

Harry may be hurt with y/n, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know what's best for her, and it doesn't mean he won't take care of her. Which is why he made her take a break from everything. He knows she's hard-working and always eager to please, but after that weekend back in his hometown, he knew they both needed some time for just them. Now that she's starting her second trimester she's been more tired and the now visible baby in her belly is starting to bother her with cravings.

Cravings that have him spreading cinnamon butter on honey rolls at midnight, and sprinkling extra cheese on her omelette in the morning, and frying excessive amounts of chicken for dinner. It's a bit annoying, but it's also his baby he's feeding. The tiny, helpless little baby that's just getting a taste for life, that's relying on him for care and love and protection. And careless or not, that's his wife that he's taking care of. The beautiful strong woman that's creating life in her tummy, that's growing the big family he's wanted ever since he fell in love with her.

But that doesn't mean he's not annoyed when he's woken up by her wiggling out of bed, and he rolls onto his back, blinking the fuzziness away and watching her quietly leave their bedroom. He knows exactly where she's going and what she's getting, because he always knows when it comes to her.

He groans, frustrated that his brain and body are telling him to just go back to sleep, but his heart is telling him to follow her, to follow his baby. Sleepy scowl on his face, Harry leaves the room, silently trailing her into the kitchen where he finds exactly how he knew he would.

She's sat on the countertop, leaning back against the cabinets in the corner where the two tops meet, legs stretched out by the sink with a bag of puffy Hot Cheetos in her lap. Her eyes are droopy and pink, and she lazily digs around in the bag for a chip.

Her gaze moves to him when she finally notices his presence, lips quirking up sleepily. He fishes out a glass and fills it with water, placing it on the counter next to her because it's only a matter of time before the chips get too hot.

"Deja Vu, huh?" She mururms quietly as he leans back against the cabinet. His arms cross over his chest, head bobbing sluggishly. He looks around the kitchen, at the freshly washed baby bottles and the stack of dirty bibs on the floor in front of the laundry room. He thinks back to when it was just them here, resting in these exact same spots with the same chips in her hands. The only difference now, is the tiny human sleeping upstairs.

"S'almost exactly the same." Harry agrees, looking over at her growing belly. It's not actually visible under her baggy shirt, but he knows it's there. Ever since he noticed it a few days ago, it's pretty much all he can see.

"Yeah, almost."

Her tone has Harry's head snapping towards her, eyebrows pinching together. She sounds almost bitter that they're in this spot again. And if she's not bitter, she's at least upset by it.

"Why'd ya say it like tha'?" Harry demands gruffly. Y/n lifts her water up, red fingerprints sticking to the glass like a messy toddler. She frowns, setting down the glass and lazily wiping the her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Like what?" She scoffs, "like how I'm feeling?"

His skin prickles, veins getting hot with either annoyance or anger, and he wishes he had just gone back to sleep. He doesn't want to fight with her but it seems like she's pushing his buttons on purpose.

"Like you wish we weren't here." Harry mutters, nose flaring angrily. He squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on the black behind his eyelids to try and calm down.

"I didn't mean it like that," she sighs, "I meant it like it's not the same. It's not even close to the same. If this were like last time, you wouldn't be looking at me like you want to hit me."

Her words make him tense, anger freezing and molding into a numbing panic. Hit her? He would never even think of hitting her?

"Don't look like tha'," Harry says, sounding more defeated than he thought he would. "could never look at you like tha' because I'd never want to do tha' to you."

Y/n closes up the chips, reaching over her head to put them back in the cabinet. She wipes her hands off on the dishtowel next to her.

"Well something's different," she dumps the rest of her water in the sink. "and I don't know what I did to make it change, but I hate it."

Harry watches her through sad eyes as she slips off the counter. She looks sad too, he thinks, as she tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek, and he reaches out to grab her hand and bring her back to him but he's too late, and she slips out of reach and up the steps.

After staying at home for days on end, Harry thought it might be nice to go out again, even if it's to go to Anne and Gemma's apartment. He, however, is not feeling particularly nice.

"The apartment looks wonderful!"

Anne practically melts at y/n's compliment, hand coming to rest on her chest as she blushes.

"It's nothing compared to your home, but we really like it." Anne says kindly, and Harry rolls his eyes. After living with them for months, Anne is suddenly all about kind small talk.

Y/n follows Anne out of the living room and around a wall into what Harry assumes is the kitchen. He doesn't follow, instead carrying Arlo over to the couch and flopping down onto the springy cushions. Arlo sits back on Harry's thighs, sock clad toes hooking around his back, and his head swivels around with big eyes as he takes in the unfamiliar place.

"S'not bad, huh?" Harry whispers, unbuttoning Arlo's coat and slipping it off his shoulders. Arlo let's him wiggle his arms free, and then he's smacking his palms down into his Harry's thighs.

“Daddy,” Arlo murmurs, turning his gaze to Harry. Harry manages to slip off his jacket too, keeping his eyes on Arlo. The last thing he needs is Arlo taking a tumble off his lap.

"Let's go eat dinner bug." Harry groans, rising from the couch and carrying Arlo into the dining room and kitchen. Gemma smiles at him in hello, and Harry just nods. He sits next to y/n, Arlo sat in his lap again and his wife places a plate of chicken, mashed potatoes, and extra peas in front of him.

"Share with your son." She says, kissing the top of his head. It's uncomfortable when everyone sits down, Harry trying to just focus on feeding Arlo small bites of potatoes, but he can feel Anne and Gemma staring at him. He's reminded of that first dinner they had together, when he was avoiding gazes and y/n was really the only one talking. It makes his stomach twist.

"Thank you for dinner!" Y/n says politely, helping Gemma stack dirty dishes. "It was wonderful!"

"Of course!" Anne says bashfully. "It was the least we could do after all the meals you fed us."

Harry bites back a frustrated growl, adjusting Arlo's little socks to look busy. He feels y/n elbow him, undoubtedly telling him to thank them. He knows he shouldn't say it, knows it's petty and stupid, but he says it anyway. Even if he knows it'll make y/n mad.

"Thanks for getting out of my house."

He's met with silence, and he stands back up, carrying Arlo to the living room where he can be alone with his baby.

They're barely two feet from Arlo's room, the door cracked in case he wakes up, when she hounds on him.

"You really shouldn't have treated them that way Harry."

Harry tugs his tee-shirt over his head, rolling his eyes at how cross she sounds. Of course she's still choosing their side, of course they've begun to take someone else away from him. He throws his shirt towards the closet, falling onto the edge of the bed.

"Can treat 'em however I want." He grunts, pulling off his shoes and angrily tossing those towards the closet too. They hit the wall with a bang.

"If you want to fix this with them you have to stop being so closed off and intimidating!"

He huffs, watching her storm into the closet and hears begin digging around for pajamas. He stands up and wiggles his pants off.

"Maybe I don't want to fix things anymore!" Harry hisses loudly, trying to be conscious of Arlo sleeping one door down.

"Are you kidding me?" She chuckles bitterly, the sound muffled by the walls but still enough to make his stomach twist. He hates fighting with her, really fucking hates it, and no matter how hard he tried not to do it, she still drug him in.

"You want to go back to the way things were before? You want the nightmares and panic attacks and trauma to stay?"

Harry snatches the shorts he threw on the bed this morning, tugging them on aggressively. "I want to stop getting my bloody hopes up! Thought we could fix things, thought that we could maybe be normal but they can't stop hiding things from me!"

Y/n scoffs bitterly, stepping out of the closet in her pajamas. She tugs her hair up into a bun. "Hiding things?"

"Yes hiding things! You don't hide something like a bloody house burning down from your son!"

"And you don't hide not wanting to have kids from your wife!"

Harry stops abruptly, eyebrows knitting even closer together. He takes in her heaving chest and blazing eyes, and even though he knows he's probably on the verge of crying, all he can focus on is the fact that she's turning everything around on him. She's bringing up things that don't even matter.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You hide things too Harry!" She exclaims, and her fingers work on pulling down her bun even though she just tied it up. "It happened in the past but it was important and you didn't tell me! You can't treat them like this when you do the same thing!"

It's irrational. He knows it, and he knows his anger is misplaced right now but she's standing in front of him and pushing him. "I can treat them however the fuck I want to and I can hide whatever the fuck I want to!"

Silence. Absolute silence takes over the room, save from his harsh breathes and y/n sniffling. She doesn't even respond, doesn't get a chance to because Arlo's begun wailing from his room. Before he can even think of going to get the baby he just woke up, she's slipping out of the room.

Harry's heart pounds in his chest, throbbing in his ears and he's already dreading the headache he'll have in about ten minutes. He falls back onto the bed, running a hand through his hair and taking a few deep breaths. Arlo's crying has ceased and he can't even hear y/n upstairs. Assuming she's taken him to the living room for a feeding, Harry pushes himself off the bed and out of the room.

The living room TV is on, and he finds y/n on the couch with Arlo tucked into her neck, snoring. His irritation bubbles again, wishing he'd been fast enough to snag Arlo so he could be the one getting relaxing cuddles.

"You're sleeping down here then?" He asks, monotonously.

She sinks further into the couch. "Obviously."

He huffs. "And ya get both both babies now, huh?"

"It's fair, since apparently I'm the only one that wants them."

He closes his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. "Fine." He spits through clenched teeth, stomping back upstairs and into the empty bedroom. He tugs down the blankets on the bed and climbs in. And when y/n doesn't come up for the night, he just hugs her pillow to his chest, hating that it feels like their falling back into old habits.

Harry comes back his run, sweaty and sad, brain replaying his fight with y/n. No matter how much he extended his run, or how loud he blasted his music, he couldn't turn off his brain. And it made him even more irritated, enough so that he's ready to scream at her again when he enters the house.

But he doesn't get a chance before she's storming in front of him, purse on her shoulder and car keys in her hand.

"Car, now!"

He opens his mouth, argument on the tip of his tongue until he sees the stormy look in her eyes and the clench of her jaw. He ignores the fact that he probably smells and that his shirt is sticking to his body, and follows her to the car like a kicked puppy.

Y/n is silent as she drives, knuckles white on the steering wheel. Harry nervously plucks at his sticky shirt, blasting the vents at himself to try and cool down.

"Where's Arlo?" He asks timidly, afraid to set her off. He knows when to not upset her, no matter how much he may want to.

"Mom's." She says shortly.

The rest of the car ride is silent, and Harry tries not to fiddle too much as she basically ignores his presence. He doesn't speak up until he realizes where they're going.

"Don't need to be here-"

"Shut up and go inside." She interrupts, yanking the keys out of the ignition and climbing out of the car. Harry follows, head hanging low all the way to the receptionist's desk.

"Dr. Wells please."

She must have set up an appointment, because they're not even seated for five minutes before they're escorted into a familiar office. Y/n sits on the couch, huffing in irritation when Harry just stands and stares at her. He doesn't know why she's brought him here, or why she thinks he needs to be back.

"Please sit down Harry?"

"No," he crosses his arms over his chest, "don't want to. Don't need to."

He's not sure where Dr. Wells is, but he's glad he's not here to witness the way y/n crumbles in on herself, sniffling harshly. She buries her face in her hands, and his bones rattle with each rack of sobbing that shakes her.

"W-wha'?" Harry gasps, tripping over his own feet as he stumbles onto the couch next to her. He reaches for her arm, wanting to see her face and hold her, but she jumps up and steps away from him.

"Why does this have to be about you?" She wails, wiping at her splotchy cheeks. Harry sits dumbfounded on the couch, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Did you ever think that this was for me? That I need to tell you how I'm feeling?"

She looks at him through wet eyes, bottom lip trembling. Her arms hug her belly protectively, and that's enough to have Harry welling up with his own tears. He never wants to make her feel like she has to protect herself from him.

"Baby," he pushes himself off the couch, cautiously tip-toeing closer. "baby ya can talk to me. Please-just-what's wrong?"

"I want you back." She whimpers, swiping under her red eyes again. Confusion twists his features, but he still manages to wrap his arms around her torso and bring her to his chest.

"M'here. Always been right here."

She shakes her head against his chest, hiccuping. "You're doing it again. Where you don't talk to me and you're upset all the time and it feels like you don't care about us anymore!"

Her honesty pushes out another flood of shaking and sobbing, and Harry squeezes her tighter. Tears sting his eyes, blurring his vision and he squeezes his eyes shut in agony. Her cries seem to echo painfully in his chest.

Clearing his throat, Harry presses his lips close to her ear to respond. “Of course I care about you! Care about you more than anything, you a-and Arlo and the baby are my everything.”

Y/n nuzzles her nose between his pecks, and he strokes his fingers through her hair to get her to calm down. When words fail him,he’s always had his actions.

“Why didn’t you tell me you don’t want kids?”

He almost chuckles. “Didn’t, baby, I didn’t want kids. Back when I was living in a house with an unstable mother and an abusive twat, and Gemma and I were fucked, I didn’t want kids,” he pulls back just enough to look down at her, “because I couldn’t see myself giving them the life they deserved. I was hurt, and stupid, and selfish, and I didn’t want another fucked up family.”

His trembling fingers wipe her cheeks, and it’s like bricks are lifted off his chest when he sees the sadness in her eyes instead of the cold, closed-off gleam she had earlier.

“What made you change your mind?”

His lips curl up tenderly. ‘You darling. Ya loved me, taught me to love, gave me dreams and hopes. Knew from the day I fell in love with ya that I was going to give you the prettiest babies ever,”

A smile stretches her lips, and she blinks bashfully. “We do make pretty babies.”

He giggles, pecking the soft skin between her eyebrows.”We do. Can’t wait to see what our new one looks like. If they get their mumma’s nose and my smile.”

She hums. laying her head in his chest again. “Maybe they’ll look just like Arlo, and everyone will think they’re twins.”

“Maybe,” he agrees, ‘but no matter who they look like, they’re going the mean the world to me, just like you and Arlo.”

She tilts her head up, chin tucked into his chest. “I know we do,but I just...”

He rubs her shoulder soothingly. “Just what?”

“I don’t want you to shut down on me again,” she says quietly, “you’ve accomplished so much, and I’m so proud of you. I don’t want you to be closed off again.”

He nods, shushing her softly when her bottom lip trembles again. “I know, I know. M’sorry,you’re right. It’s been hard since Gemma and Anne showed up, and then going back home, but m’gonna start being honest okay?”

She nods, pressing a sweet kiss into his jaw. “M’always on your side Harry,” she promises, “always going to support you and help you, but I can’t if you don’t tell me what you’re feeling.”

He nods, swallowing thickly. "Just didn't want to fight with ya, hate fighting with ya."

"I'd rather fight with you than feel like this, and I know you hate feeling like this too."

A trembling laugh leaves his lips, and she peppers a couple kisses to the side of his face. "Guess I just forgot, fell back into old ways."

Y/n nods, her hands snaking up to thread her fingers through the curls at the back of his neck. He eyes flutter shut, feeling her nails scratch his scalp. His shoulders slump under her touch, head burrowing into her neck and he focuses on the way their chests touch when he breathes in. Faintly, he hears the door to the room open, but he ignores it and so does she.

"I just can't believe they didn't tell me," he finally whispers, sullen at the reminder of his childhood home, and Anne and Gemma not telling him. He understands that it's hard to talk about, that Anne is really traumatized from the whole thing, but that was his home and his right to know.

"I think maybe they just didn't know how or when."

"Maybe when I told them I was taking you for a walk around the whole bloody town," he says bitterly, "as if I wouldn't want to go back."

Y/n hums, and he realizes she's begun to sway them back and forth soothingly. His lips quirk up, fingers tightening on her waist. "I'm not going to try to defend them or explain why, because this is their problem to fix. But I'll be there when you're ready to go to them and talk."

"Why were you so mad when I didn't want to talk to them?"

"Because I'm tired Harry, and I know your tired of this too. And I was being insensitive, but I just wanted to get that over with. I want our home to go back to normal."

Harry smacks kisses to her neck, squeezing her even tighter until he can feel her small bump against his stomach and it makes his heart flutter.

"It will darling, and it's going to stay that way."

Despite the bubbling and churning excitement in the pit of his belly, Harry feels lighter than he has in months. Arlo's feet dig into his thighs, plump belly pressed against his and eyes burning into Harry's. He's not sure what about his eyes have got Arlo so attentive, but he doesn't question it. He holds Arlo's thighs tightly, lips twitching as Arlo runs his tiny fingers through the beard Harry's got growing out. It's just long enough to no longer be prickly, instead soft little tuffs that Arlo's begun to enjoy playing with.

"Is daddy's beard your new toy, bub?" Y/n giggles, nudging Harry's foot with her own. Arlo coos, not tearing his eyes away from Harry. Almost a year since he first looked into those eyes, and they still leave him breathless.

"Styles?"

Harry stands up, shifting Arlo into his right arm and and taking y/n's hand in his left. They're lead back by a nurse, and Harry tries not to giggle while Arlo continues to play with beard. Y/n weight and height is taken down, then they're lead to an exam room where she's instructed to change. Harry settles into the chair next to the bed, sitting Arlo in his lap while his wife changes.

"Mumma," Arlo calls, swiveling his head to look at y/n. Harry gasps, placing a hand over his little eyes.

"Don't look at mumma while she's naked!"

His playful tone makes Arlo giggle, little hand reaching up to pull away his hand. Y/n snorts, putting on her paper gown. The doctor comes in, greetings Harry and Arlo with a wiggle of her fingers before going over routine questions with y/n. Harry snuggles Arlo into his chest, pressing kisses to the top of his head. He remembers doing this for Arlo, sitting in this chair and waiting to see if he was having a baby girl or boy. He remembers clutching y/n's hand with all his might because he was so nervous.

The ultrasound equipment is rolled out, and Harry immediately moves to the edge of the seat, eager to see his baby. Y/n reaches for his hand, and he happily takes it, squeezing her fingers when the jelly is spread on her tummy and the wand is placed on the underside of it. The steady thumping of two heartbeats fills the room, Arlo cooing gently at the noise and looking at y/n with curious eyes. He wasn't here the first time they heard the baby's heartbeat, but seeing him so interested is enough to make Harry's eyes sting with happy tears.

"There's your baby," the doctor cheers softly, adjusting the screen so Harry and y/n can get a good look at the human growing in y/n. Her hand squeezes the life out of his, and the doctor twists a knob that has the picture zooming in.

"Alright Styles family, are we ready to know the sex?"

"Yeah!" Harry blurts, cheeks reddening at the waver in his voice. His heart thumps loudly, biting his lip as y/n agrees too. Arlo squeezes Harry's arm in both his hands and Harry takes that as a yes too.

"Well, it looks like your healthy little one is once again, a baby boy!"

#sweet as honey #harry styles #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #harry styles imagine #one direction #harry styles au #dad harry styles #daddy harry styles #boxer harry styles #angst #Harry and arlo

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college!au with Haechan

everyone, I'm sorry. you're about to witness something truly devastating for me. I’m embarrassed. I’m disappointed. just know that I suffered a lot, I screeched a lot, I sobbed and that’s the result of it all.................. no one call me out because of it I beg you

roommate!au; college!au; fluff a highly disgusting one so be careful; top level comedy as always but actually no, it’s not funny; bulleted scenario; 9238 words yeah remember when I freaked out over writing 5k? good times; I still don't like him guys; Heychin who? I only know Taeil

summary: and they were roommates... you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation when your roommate asks for help. that's how Haechan ends up living under one roof with you and it's clear that sooner or later, something has to happen between the two of you

enjoy! :)

you were pretty lucky with your campus life, honestly

you got yourself friends and even share an apartment with one of them, you are doing pretty well in classes and you don't exactly hate them and you enjoy your single life

however, your luck has to end one day

and that is the day when you hear Lee Haechan's name for the first time

your roommate May finds you with her boyfriend Johnny in the kitchen while you are stuffing your faces with Nutella sandwiches unapologetically

and she looks awfully troubled

you swallow a large bite

'....what'

Johnny looks at May, giving her silent signs to say something and when that doesn't work, he snaps his fingers in front of her face earning a glare from her

she finally speaks though

'so... there's this cousin that's starting uni this year. and,,, my aunt has been bugging me to take care of him and it starts with a place to sleep and,,,'

'and we have a spare bed, a high rent to pay, and your boyfriend treating this apartment like his own. seems like a good deal to me'

May sighs dangerously, looking straight into your eyes, while Johnny raises his eyebrows and pretends to be offended

'what? just look at him now, eating our Nutella like that'

'YOU INVITED ME TO EAT WITH YOU'

'I WAS JUST BEING POLITE JOHN AND YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO ACCEPT'

'and that's exactly why I don't want Haechan here'

you both turn to May, puzzled expression on your faces

'elaborate please'

'we will all end up in a mental institution with both of you together'

'that sounds promising' Johnny says and you and May look at him disapprovingly 'I'm already crazy about you anyways, May'

you slap your forehead with your hand that, unluckily, got dirty with Nutella so now your forehead is also dirty

anyways

later in the evening, May starts the topic again

'listen, I'm so sorry. I know living with a guy here will be weird for you and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable'

'hey, as long as he pays it's fine'

'good thing he's rich, but still REALLY annoying'

'we barely see each other anyways because of our classes, so I don't think I'll mind it that much. plus, it's only temporary, right?'

'thank you!! you're the best'

'anything for you sweetie. by the way, you're doing the laundry for the next month in exchange for my kindness'

'that's,,, not how it should work you know'

you just shrug 'do you want him to live here or not'

you meet him for the first time the following week

it's the weekend, so all of your friends decide that it's time to celebrate that you survived yet another week at uni

the karaoke bar is the place you choose, well, mostly because you just want to hear Taeil sing

even before actually meeting Haechan, you're prepared to dislike him

from what you heard, he comes from a rich family and is over-confident, the popular type that makes people do his homework for him

he also has his own car and as much as that can be an advantage for you, it just means something

you can imagine your apartment changing into a rendezvous spot very soon and, well, it already seems like it with May and Johnny hanging out there a lot but still

also, he just seems like the type that doesn't wash the dishes and that you cannot accept

everything becomes clear the moment Haechan joins you and your friends

May showed you his photos from a few years back so you thought you were prepared to meet him but, sike, he turns out to be a totally different person

he is quite tall, his long legs adding to the illusion; his skin is tan making his bright smile stand out even more; his eyes - they're brown and round, but they also show a hint of mischief

and his voice, the moment he speaks - you just know that you'll wish for him to be quiet soon

he enters the room and seems to be unfazed by all the attention he gets at that moment, he waves quickly and smiles widely

'hello everyone! I'm Donghyuck but people usually call me Haechan. you can also call me later'

and just like that, he already earns laughter from everyone and seems incredibly satisfied with it - you, on the other hand, must be rebellious so you don't laugh

everyone gets up to introduce themselves to him, being all friendly and nice and you don't quite like it

you see,,, competition

'oh, so we'll be roommates? nice to meet you!'

you see Haechan in front of you, with his hand stretched out your way

you lift the corners of your lips slightly and it's not exactly a smile; still, you shake his hand

'you don't seem too happy to meet me though?' he asks, furrowing his eyebrows but that doesn't make him look serious at all

'just because I'm not all giggly and smiley in your presence?'

May eyes Johnny, Johnny eyes Taeil, Taeil drink cola peacefully; Haechan falls silent for a moment, not expecting this to happen

still, he gets it; it's a challenge and he's willing to take it up

'I must admit that people usually react like that when I'm around'

'that’s so sad. your poor ego’

Johnny steps in, coughing very loudly

'not to interrupt this pleasant exchange but, why don't we sing something? DONGHYUCK, do you sing?'

and he basically drags him to the opposite side of the room, away from you which is convenient

and you chill next to Taeil and his girlfriend who are the calmest people in the whole room; you observe your new roommate from afar finding it quite annoying that he's so quick to make your friends his

for the rest of the night, you don't really interact with him - there are a few moments where you two pick on each other but May is quick to defuse the tension; even if you don't talk, you still send each other challenging gazes

it seems like the atmosphere becomes too stuffy for you after new people arrive at the bar, so your first instinct is to go outside

just when you close the door behind you, you see him

Haechan is leaning against the railing, his head tilted while he's scrolling on his phone with no interest; his hair fall loosely on his forehead; his lips slightly parted; collarbones peeking in between the widely opened collar of his black shirt

this is the first time you actually get the chance to look at him properly; when you were sitting across him at the table, you purposefully avoided looking at him

he focuses on you as soon as he hears the door click, his eyes slowly finding yours

that's awkward

'I was hoping I could run away from your snarky remarks, but here we are' he says, wearing a smirk on his face;

he swiftly slips his phone into the back pocket of his black jeans

'and I was hoping we could chill here in silence but I'm starting to think you don't even know what it is' you say, letting one of the corners of your mouth lift at the end of the sentence

'we could be silent, but where's the fun in that?'

'I'm delighted to hear that you're having fun while I'm mean to you'

he chuckles softly as you make your way to the stairs and sit down; your mind is screaming at you to go back but you're way too prideful to just do that

'I thought that's how you show affection' you hear him saying just before he sits right next to you; you side-eye him

'oh, that's a daring approach for someone that has known me for 2 hours'

'daring is like my second name'

'is your third name can't-be-quiet?'

'no, the third one is 'irresistible' but you guessed the fourth one right'

you take a deep breath

'how do I tell you that you don't seem irresistible to me without crushing your self-confidence'

'you might be immune to my charms now but believe me, not for long'

'is that a threat?'

'I'd prefer calling that a useful tip for the rest of our friendship'

'is that how you usually make friends Himchan, because now I'm surprised you even have any'

he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek while the corners of his mouth lift slightly

'oh, silence, so relaxing'

you sigh dreamingly, looking at the moon; you catch him fighting back a smile before he leans back on his arms and throws his head back to look at the sky as well

'this might be interesting'

'15 seconds, your new record of keeping quiet, try harder next time I beg you'

at that moment, you hear voices of Ten and May and soon, the door opens

'there you are! fuck, you scared me!'

'when we noticed that the two of you are gone, we were sure we'll find you fighting or something'

'you managed to find us before the fight, it was a close call though’

and you go in as if nothing happened

before you met him, the only thing you were worried about was living with a boy in the same apartment; Johnny might be spending a lot of time there but it's different

but after meeting Haechan, you start to hate boys; he can get very messy, he takes your charger without asking, he plays video games at night and he's not a quiet gamer (or person); he also manages to eat your food AND sometimes you catch a glimpse of him shirtless what makes you truly uncomfortable

you expect yourself to last longer, but the first fight occurs in the very first week of him living there

maybe that's what annoys you the most - the fact that he hasn't been living there for a time long enough to be this comfortable

one morning, you sit down on the couch; a big sigh leaving your lips

and he looks at you, his body resting on the window sill

he manages to smile playfully at you and he titles his head

'uh oh'

and that, unfortunately, makes you even more annoyed than before

'you know what? I'm tired. there's only one rule in this house and you constantly break it. the rule is - remember that there are other people living here, yet I constantly find my things with your things, I haven't slept peacefully ever since you moved in because of how loud you are, you EVEN eat my food. oh, and let's not forget about those school trips your girlfriends take here'

he puffs his cheeks out for a second, then frowns, then says

'so what you mean is, you're jealous'

you take an even deeper breath this time

'why don't you just give me your mom's number?' you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed 'since you can't talk like an adult would, maybe I'll communicate with her somehow'

he has to fight back a joke about you meeting your mother-in-law this quickly; instead, he lifts his chin even higher

'talk like an adult you say, and yet, you're taking your problems out on me because you're just stressed in life and I'm your victim'

you huff, closing your eyes for a second before continuing

'oh, tell me then, did I lie? you know it's all true and that's why you're trying to make me feel bad now'

'I didn't know I was such a nuisance for you'

'well, now you know. rethink your life choices or look for another place, it's really that easy'

you get up dramatically, sending him your last gaze before grabbing your bag and leaving the apartment

when you come back home after your classes, you're prepared for the worst

you come back with Johnny and May and you're all surprised when you find Haechan cooking in the kitchen

Johnny and May stop abruptly and you have to tiptoe to see what's happening above Johnny's shoulder

Haechan stops stirring the dish and turns his head your way, a smile slowly spreading on his face

Johnny is the one to speak up

'that's,,,, new'

'I figured it's time to repay you for saving my ass' he responds, mischief playing in his eyes that don't fail to find yours 'it's almost ready so, take a seat'

you and Johnny sit down comfortably in the living room, your eyebrows still furrowed; he instantly turns on the TV as his favourite quiz show starts soon, while May decides to help her cousin in the kitchen

you're talking with Johnny when Haechan appears with the meal for you, his smile suspiciously wide

only after he leaves, Johnny cracks up pointing at the heart made out of basil at the top of the pasta

‘does he have a crush on you? does he not know that you’re a devil?’

and you smack him in the arm

‘one more word or you’ll be eating that from the floor’

surprisingly, Haechan turns out to be an amazing cook and it makes you suddenly forget about the fight you had in the morning

for a week, he doesn't even take your charger or sing while showering

well, it's only temporary

but you're getting used to him as you start to spend more time together

mostly because of him, as he just joins you randomly when you're doing things

you see these moments as excuses for him to hang out with you and you get it

as hard as it is to admit, you don't hate your time with him; he always has something fun to say, your conversations are never dull and bickering is what you live for so it's nice to have a partner as passionate about it as you are

sometimes you catch yourself just wanting to go home to see his annoyed face; leaving him speechless is definitely your new favourite hobby

of course, you still have peaceful moments

like when you're washing the dishes, he quietly appears next to you and starts drying them and you want to tease him so much about it but you halt when you see his focused and calm face

it's rare for him to be silent, so you enjoy it

and with the time, you also gain the confidence to prompt the two of you to spend time together

like, you use the internet in the living room

and his smile shines brightly whenever he teases you about it

'you just want to be near me, huh'

'don't imagine things, the connection is better here'

and you just, do your own things in silence, sitting next to each other

one night, you can't sleep

laying in your bed exhausts you and you have to get up, deciding to drink something

you go to the kitchen quietly but when you are in the midway to your room, your body comes to a halt

you notice Donghyuck sitting on the couch, lost in thought, but soon his eyes land on you as well; they're almost entirely covered by the hair that fell on his forehead messily, his head propped on his hand; he smiles lazily

'are you appreciating the rare moment of me being quiet?'

'yes and I'm horrified to admit that it doesn't suit you' you respond, resting your forearms at the back of the couch

'can you say it again so I can record it?'

'well, that's a missed opportunity for you' you shrug and he sighs while shaking his head 'are you okay though?'

'yes, why?'

'you look calm, but in a 'the calm before a storm' kind of way'

'I'm always in the middle of the storm and you know it'

a smile creeps on your face but you manage to suppress it

'true. but still, if you want to talk then I'm supposedly a good listener'

'oh, that's hard to notice when you constantly interrupt me'

'YOU are the one that interrupts ME, you're just scared to admit that' with your signature offended tone

you watch him, as a soft smile appears on his face and he hangs his head low to hide it; your chest tightens

you're about to go to your room when you hear his delicate voice

'I don't know if I want to talk but I might want to play some games. wanna join?'

the moment you look into his eyes, you already know that you won't be able to reject him

'it's 2 am'

'that didn't stop you from making pancakes at that hour yesterday'

instead of answering that, you start chewing your lips and after a second, you climb the couch to sit on it comfortably earning an amused look from Hyuck, who immediately stands up to set the game for you two

and you know that he'll do anything to win, even steal your controller from you, and you'll get mad but you don't mind it at the moment

chaos is still more likely to happen between you two

living with Donghyuck can get SO annoying at times, especially after he warms up to you and starts treating the apartment truly as his own

for example

he shows up randomly when you're doing your makeup and just tells you 'wow do girls HAVE TO do those silly faces while putting on mascara'

and all you want to do is to kick him

or when you're washing the dishes, he keeps on adding some old cups or plates

or he tastes your food when you're cooking and gives you advice that you.don't.want.

but sometimes he's even worse than that

you are using the bathroom as you usually do in the morning, before your lectures; you're applying your makeup as this gives you some peace

until you hear someone knocking on the door and you know very well who that is

'occupied!!'

'yes, it's been like this for an hour and other people live here too, y/n'

'you're interrupting my meditation session'

'just let me in! I'll do anything'

you raise an eyebrow at yourself in the mirror before unlocking the door, leaving a slight space to see Donghyuck's face surprisingly close to yours

'what can you offer'

'I can... drive you to school'

'can I drive tho'

'no'

'so you're offering me your car but with you in it? pfff'

and when you try to close the door, he's faster and stronger than you; he manages to slip half of his body in the gap between the door and the doorframe, pushing the door open and letting himself in

when he stands in the bathroom, his chest nearly touching your body, he looks down on you with a smug smile across his face

'you're so kind, mrs. y/n'

and then he shamelessly goes past you, to the sink and looks for his toothbrush

you close your eyes and count from 5 to 1 to calm yourself down, but since you're close to being late, you decide to just continue with your makeup, Haechan brushing his teeth beside you

and you're thankful for that big mirror you decided to buy with Taehan a few months ago

everything would be fine but Haechan continues to smirk at you whenever your eyes meet in the mirror reflection, and that happens quite frequently

'it must feel nice to win once in a while, huh?' you say with your chin up

'winning with you is especially delightful, ma'am'

'the difference is, I win using words and you win using strength'

'no, you're specifically using manipulation techniques. and your charm'

'oh, I'm flattered! that explains why you need to use your strength - you have no charm'

'compared to you, true. but ask around in my major - most of the girls will tell you I'm cute'

you clear your throat audibly, rolling your eyes while his smile grows even bigger

'so humble! where's your confidence?' you say, making sure that your voice is full of sarcasm

and he looks at you softly, puts his hand on his chest before saying

'lost whenever you're around'

that's just another one of his games and you're aware of this, however, there's something in his eyes that makes you unable to just turn your gaze away from them

'am I interrupting something'

you both spin around to see May standing in the doorframe, wearing her big fluffy bathrobe and a very confused expression

'oh, we're just using the same bathroom after you cousin shamelessly barged in' you explain casually, giving her a wry smile

'she takes forever to get ready' Hyuck quickly defends himself, pointing his hand at you

'I just like to look at myself in the mirror, okay'

'oh so humble, where's your confidence'

he manages to mimic you perfectly, earning a straight look from you

'don't copy me'

'i'm not copying you, we're just the same kind of people'

'that was offensive, take it back'

'you're just scared of the truth'

a big sigh leaves May's lips, as she slowly closes the door

'you know what, I just woke up and I'm already tired'

he not only steals your charger but also, your friends

so next time your friend group decides to go to the cinema together, he tags along and you're not too excited about it

Taeil even comments something like 'who decided that it's a good idea to have both of them in the same place'

and Mark looks at May saying 'don't you live with them tho'

and it turns into a whole therapy session as everyone starts to comfort May and wish her strength

you can only shake your head

'you wish her strength while it's us dealing with the mess she makes in the bathroom every day'

you can feel Haechan's eyes on you and he decided to chime in to support you

'let's not forget about the fact that she can't even wash a cup after drinking coffee in the morning'

'you heard that right Johnny, be prepared'

and everyone eyes you two; May brings her finger up threateningly

'oh, so you only get along well when it's about teasing me, huh?'

Johnny smiles for a second before looking at his girlfriend wide-eyed

'do you really forget to clean the dishes after yourself tho'

you're kinda late to buy the tickets and there aren't too many seats available; you end up sitting next to May with Haechan and Mark behind you

you really have to try hard not to explode as Haechan constantly kicks your seat but whenever you turn around to give him your signature done look, he swears it was all by accident but the smirk on his face tells you otherwise

later, he starts commenting on some parts of the films because apparently, he can't shut up; to do that, he leans forward to whisper his thoughts to you and May

but when you look at him, his eyes are always on you

and you start to notice that more often with time; whenever he tells a joke, he checks if you heard it and laughed; it's a very quick, sneaky glance but he does that every time

or, when you stop for a moment to look for your phone and stay behind your group, you notice him searching for you above his shoulder

or, when it's you telling the joke, he pays so much attention to you that it sometimes makes you nervous; but when you look at him, he instantly turns his gaze somewhere else, touches his neck or ear or ruffles his hair

and of course, he pretends like your jokes aren't funny

he usually sighs, turning his face the other way but you just know that he presses his lips together to suppress the smile forming on his face

and surprisingly, you feel greedy to see that reaction more frequently

the next evening, you gather in the living room to watch TV as you usually do on Thursdays

'change.the.channel'

'no'

'give it to me'

'NO'

you take a deep breath to calm yourself down only to jump into his direction in the next second, trying to snatch the remote control from his hand

he sees right through you so he puts it on the opposite side, too far for you to get it and looks at you while laughing mockingly

'you either give me that remote control now or you start looking for a new apartment'

'hey, what's going on?'

you both turn around to see May observing you

you act quick before Haechan gets to say anything

'oh, your brother offered to watch my favourite show with me but I felt stupid and insisted that it's not necessary, but since he's such a gentleman I had to agree in the end'

he just looks at you, squinting his eyes dangerously

'oh, that's nice! I'll join you in a second!'

and May disappears in the bathroom, while a triumphant smile starts spreading on your face

you cross your arms and set your body comfortably on the couch, while Haechan changes the channel, his eyes not leaving your face

'you're quite a strong opponent but don't be fooled - I just let you win all the time'

you snort, your smiling eyes not leaving the TV

'cliche'

the corner of his lips lifts slightly

'cliche,' he starts and continues only after you let yourself look at his face '... would be saying that I let you win because I like the way you smile proudly after'

you find yourself staring at him for too long; in this light, his features seem softer than usual and he actually looks handsome

so you quickly shift your gaze to the TV again and shake your head

'... that was scary'

'but you liked it'

'MAY it's starting!'

he likes your reaction a little too much, so he decides to change his strategy

he realizes that he can't win with you in diss battles

you're too competitive for him, plus he can't really bring himself to be harsh with you for some reason

so now he wants to make you blush

he decides it's time to use all of his charms to soften you

for example, when he's reaching for something next to you, his body is suddenly very close to yours so that you can feel his warmth ghosting over you; his cheek in a distance of centimetres from your lips

he also tries various pick-up lines with you, and most of them are cringy but he knows you secretly love them

or he winks at you, but you hate that one

whenever he passes you something, he makes sure to brush his fingers against your skin and he can swear that he feels some electricity every time

he loves commenting the movies, so he whispers random things to you while watching; his lips nearly touching your ear

when he's sitting down next to you, his knee is just millimetres away from yours, making you aware of his presence and careful about not touching his leg

it's also dangerous for him because whenever he's so close to you, it only takes centimetres to finally touch you and he finds himself wanting to do that more and more

and he knows he shouldn't

luckily, he doesn't notice the way your breath hitches whenever he's near you

and you know boys like that, you know it's the best not to give him the reaction he wants; but it doesn't stop you from thinking about those moments before going to sleep

it's hard to describe what you two have; you're not friends, not enemies, not lovers but in between all of these

and he starts to think his technique doesn't work and he is about to give it up

but then, one evening

your roommate tells you that she's going to go out with Johnny and she won't come back until the morning; in result, you're home alone

you don't mind being alone usually but tonight, you find yourself unable to sleep; you've watched multiple youtube videos, listened to music, eaten the biscuits you hid from everyone - still nothing

and late at night, you hear the door clicking

and soon, the noise grows even louder; you can imagine Hyuck stumbling into the apartment with his heavy bag, taking off his boots and throwing his keys loudly on the table

you get up, open the door and rest your body against the doorframe

he stops near the couch, his eyes wide when he notices you

'where were you'

you watch his face when a lazy smile appears on his face, he rests his hands on his hips and squints his eyes slightly

'were you worried about me?'

'terribly. I even had to come out to see if you're okay'

'you just wanted to see me? who knew you could be this cute'

'honestly, you're just so loud and you wake me up every time you come back home late at night'

'you're impossible to wake up though'

'today's your lucky day, I can't sleep'

'is it because you were alone?'

'pffft, who do you think I am? … yes, I think so'

his gaze softens

'hmm… why don't you just chill with me then? we can watch something or play video games or just sit in silence'

you snort at the last word, expecting it all to just be a joke but

he looks at you with his red eyes that are a result of him not sleeping for many hours and the way he looks at you makes you nervous

you want to decline but you also don't

'you should go to sleep'

'actually, I like falling asleep with a movie in the background. just let me change'

when he comes back in the big grey hoodie that you love on him, his hair slightly wet and messy, his bare face and a soft smile on his face, you don't know what to do with yourself at first

and you're mad at yourself for reacting this way because hey, you watched movies together a lot of times so there should be nothing new here

very soon, you start talking at its one of your best conversations

you talk about taeil getting drunk tonight and you add more and more to the story, laughing and snorting and you forget about the movie pretty soon

but the convo dies when Hyuck starts to get sleepier and sleepier, he hugs his pillow and his eyes close even if he tries to fight the sleep away

you decide that you should go, even though it's tempting to look at his calm face for a little longer

so you reach for the remote control that's on the opposite side of him, not realizing Hyuck is not sleeping yet; when he hears you move next to him, he grabs your hand instinctively

and you lose your balance, falling on his chest

and that's the first time his technique works perfectly

but he didn't predict that it would affect him even more than you

face to face, fingers grabbing the material of his hoodie, his neck exposed, his warm breath ghosting on your parted lips, your hair tickling his neck

his eyes, in the colour that you seem to see for the first time in your life

all you want to do is stare

and it would be so embarrassing, but he does exactly the same

his eyes start trailing all over your face and it feels so intimate, so new to have him so close

that moment seems to last forever, neither of you is brave enough to move and ruin it

eventually, you're the one to stop this; you tear your gaze away from his face and carefully move back to your previous position

he straightens, clearing his throat; he ruffles his hair right after

'it's very late. I'm going to sleep, goodnight'

and just like that, you stand up and leave the living room without looking at him once

when you're in your room, you see your reflection in the mirror; some undefined emotions still remain in you even after telling yourself not to think about it, not to take it seriously - it's too dangerous for you

you manage to fall asleep, after changing your position millions of times and yet, you can't erase the sight of his face from your brain

in the morning you look for your charger and when you suddenly see him in front of you, it's almost like you didn't expect him to be there

you look at him briefly and say a very awkward hi, knowing that May is in the kitchen and observes everything

'have you seen my charger' is the first thing that comes to your mind, you're not even looking at him when you say this

'i borrowed it'

'can I have it back'

'sure'

'great'

and he goes to look for it while you join May in the kitchen

her eyebrows are already furrowed and her gaze, judging

'did something happen yesterday?'

'what do you mean?'

'you didn't even look at him while he was stealing glances at you like a high schooler, and it seems to me like you had a fight'

'we've been having a fight since we met May'

at that moment, Hyuck enters the kitchen with your charger in his hand; he simply gives it to you, no accidental fingers brushing this time and you hate that you notice that

'oh, by the way, have you guys talked about Lucas?'

you're cold and confused

May's eyes fixate on Haechan who quickly glances your way before focusing on making himself a coffee

'not yet. he asked about you, if you're single'

you feel something tighten in your stomach; the timing couldn't be worse and now, whatever you say will sound bad

'what did you tell him?'

'I didn't know what to say' he answers, grabbing the kettle. when he starts pouring the water, he looks at you briefly 'what should I tell him?'

it seems like a test, it sounds like a test and you panic a little inside without letting anyone notice

May reacts quicker than you

'he's a big boy, I'm sure he can ask himself'

you point your finger at her and smile appreciatively

'wise words my friend'

and like that, you decide to escape the scene

you've never gone to your classes this early

but in order to avoid Haechan, you start doing that more often, as well as stay in the library after classes

which is quite good because as a result, you spend more time with friends

one evening, Ten comes to annoy you while you and May are trying to study away from the noise Haechan makes or Johnny's attempts to distract you

he continues to tell you stories not related to your homework and you have to constantly hush him

and when May leaves to go to the bathroom, Ten smiles sneakily and you're scared

'so I've been wondering...'

'oh no'

'where is your boyfriend?'

'who'

'Yuck, isn't that how you call him?'

'stop it'

as soon as you say that, you look around instinctively to check if May isn't somewhere near you listening

'oh man, don't tell me you think this is a k-drama and May will tell you to leave her precious cousin alone after she finds out you like him'

'what I don- YOU KNOW WHAT' you raise your voice, earning a glare from the librarian while Ten watches you, entertained 'don't ever say anything like this again, I got literal shivers'

'I just wanted to say that May hates the guy so she wouldn't mind if anything happened between you two'

'Ten, you're not exactly polite right now and that's not what your momma taught you'

in fact, hearing that made you feel a tiny bit better; May's reaction to whatever happened between you and her cousin has been in the back of your head for a while

well, whatever happened doesn't matter anymore as you and Donghyuck barely speak to each other now

you both actively avoid each other and it's a bit difficult as you live together

you meet in the kitchen or living room sometimes and both of you seem to freeze every time; then, you throw an awkward 'hi' and escape

your friends don't ask you about that at all, and you find it both convenient and worrying; you're not sure if they actually didn't notice or they just don't want to enrage you because that would be the easiest way to do so

next week, you finally learn the reason why Haechan comes back home so late almost every night

apparently, he joined Neo? the band that Taeil created

and he's playing the drums?

when you hear this for the first time from May, you're shocked because what can't this boy do

you can't act too suspiciously so when everyone tells you to come with them to see Neo performing with Hyuck for the first time, you have to go with them

ever since that happened between you, you haven't hung out with your friends together and it makes you overthink

on the other hand, he's going to perform which means that you won't have to interact that much with him

so you're up for the challenge

when you enter the club, it's full of people already; May pushes through, eager to see Hyuck before the performance to wish him luck yet you decide to stay back

you still catch a glimpse of him; he looks nervous, biting his bottom lip while his fingers are playing with the drumsticks

for a second there it seems like he searches the crowd for someone, it also seems like he notices you but you panic and turn around to find Johnny right behind you

and you use the fact to make it seem natural, so you just start talking to him

the performance starts, May finds you and her boyfriend and brings the two of you with her to the front

and you let yourself enjoy the music; you've known Neo for some time, you've known their songs and members

still, you have to be careful because it only takes a second for your gaze to find Haechan again; he styled his hair up this time and it, unluckily for you, made him look even better than before + he decided to wear a buttoned shirt and ripped jeans AND a black cap and oh no you hate it

you hate everything about him

you hate how his focused face just makes your heart race or how when he smiles proudly after getting that one difficult part right you just want to jump, run a marathon, swim 50 metres, hug someone, ANYTHING

especially when you hear him sing - it's not like it was your first time as him singing in the shower is your alarm clock now - but you feel so incredibly warm inside and you don't even know what's happening to you anymore

only after the song ends, you realize that you haven't been breathing for a long time and taking a deep breath still can't calm you down entirely

and in that brief moment when he can catch his breath, you take it away from him; because he can see you clearly now, lit by the stage lights in purples, pinks and blues and his lips part at the sight

he feels almost angry knowing that he can't just come up to you and hug you now

the performance continues; May and Johnny decide to join the others that are sitting at the table already; you, on the other hand, decide to get yourself a drink because you're not strong enough to be sober tonight

you make your way to the bar and lean on it slightly

'hi can I get a... oh HI'

it's Lucas

Lucas is the bartender and now he's smiling at you so brightly that you almost need to squint your eyes

Jesus Christ, how do such beautiful people even exist

'from your reaction, I can guess that Donghyuck told you about me' he says, the smile not leaving his lips for a second

'well, I might have heard something' you reply after taking a breath to relax a little, you offer him a friendly smile as well

'I'm sorry to ask around like that, I know it's lame'

'it's quite cute actually, it gave me high school vibes'

he chuckles, his gaze finding the stage before returning to you

'it seems like Donghyuck lied to me tho'

you tilt your head, your smile fading

'yes? what did he say'

'that you're unapproachable. and even if I did approach you, I'll wish I didn't'

you sigh, nodding your head a little; Lucas watches you patiently

'that's fair, I gave him a reason to think that'

'actually, I think I know why he said that'

'oh, you do?'

'judging by the way he's been watching us ever since you came here, it seems pretty obvious to me'

you automatically follow Lucas' gaze to the stage, where you find Donghyuck furrowing his eyebrows while aggressively playing the drums

you look back at Lucas and he shrugs before winking at you and saying

'if it doesn't work out, you know where to find me'

you even believe him for a moment but he bursts out laughing and you follow; you even get a free drink from him so it's all worth it

after the performance and a few drinks, you see Hyuck and the rest of Neo coming to the table

and now, he actually seems like he's in the middle of a storm; his strides are long and powerful, hands in the pockets of his black jeans, eyes dark

'hey, bro, what happened?' Taeil starts

'I messed up a few times and I'm mad at myself'

Taeil mouths 'excuses' and Johnny catches that, a smirk forming on his face almost instantly

Hyuck glares at them dangerously and the two giggle like preschoolers

meanwhile, you have to deal with May and her questions but thankfully, you have alcohol to help you

'so will you go out with him'

you take a big sip of your drink before looking her straight in the eyes

'what'

'I saw you talking. you and Lucas'

'yeah for like, a minute'

and Hyuck can swear it was far longer than that but he keeps quiet, pretending like he can't hear the conversation

'sometimes you just need a moment to know that you're interested'

'or months, like May and me'

May hits Johnny's arm but he's already laughing maniacally at his own joke, and the rest of the group follows

you almost don't notice the girl that comes to introduce herself to Hyuck, saying that he looked really cool and all that stuff to get his number basically

and you focus on sipping your drink, a little too much, hiding the fact that you're trying to eavesdrop their conversation

but Hyuck thanks her for the compliments and that's really it

you would be satisfied with it but he treats you just as coldly

he makes sure not to look at you or react to whatever you're saying - well, you even stop saying anything after a while; but he talks to everyone else normally

and it's not only you that's uncomfortable - your friends share many confused looks and try different things to make you two talk to each other - they can't believe they miss the bickering of you two, but you don't even care anymore and Hyuck just seems, mad

this night has to end finally, and by the end of it, the alcohol starts showing its effect

it can be noticed by the way Taeil talks to everyone, throwing around pet names and I love yous it's disgusting for everyone around you

May looks at Haechan troubled, and he sighs even before she says anything 'yes, I'll take her home'

so soon, you find yourself in Haechan's car; May explained that she's going to spend the night at Johnny's apartment, presenting you with that moment of awkwardness and you're so incredibly thankful

your drive is silent, almost painfully

you focus your gaze on the surroundings, letting it fall on Hyuck every once in a while

he doesn't speak, his eyes fixated on the road, his fingers holding the steering wheel firmly

and you need to do something; I mean, you're not exactly sober so you can always say that whatever happened it was because of the alcohol you drank

but it's not only that; you're fed up with the situation and you just want to make him laugh again, dammit

you turn your head and rest it comfortably on the headrest so you can easily observe his side profile

'what's wrong?'

he responds after a while which seems like an eternity, with a monotone voice, his eyes not leaving the road

'I'm not in the mood to talk now'

'that's funny, you seemed fine talking to everyone else besides me though'

he raises his eyebrows for a second; it's getting heated and you won't step back now

'oh, so you do pay attention to me. last week made me think that I might be invisible'

you close your eyes for a moment, calming down

'right, cause you didn't ignore me at all'

'before I forget, is Lucas nice? when's your date?'

'are you jealous?'

'do whatever you want, I don't care'

'are you really going to be like this now? we're not in kindergarten anymore, if you want to tell me something then just do it'

'you're not someone that can reprimand me on that'

a moment of silence fills the car again; Hyuck feels so stupid after saying that and you need to gather your thoughts again

'FIRST OF ALL, unluckily, yes, I pay attention to you. we live together'

'are you calling me out again for not moving out faster'

you exhale loudly, giving him a long glare before continuing

'and second of all, even when I tell myself not to care about your stupid jokes, moodiness or the fact that you ignored me for the past days...'

you stop abruptly, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you and your chest tightens and you hate this, you hate that you said that

before you even notice it, he pulls the car to a stop at the roadside

he turns his whole body your way, his eyes so focused on yours that you're afraid to blink; his beautiful, chocolate eyes are on yours again and you feel like you can't breathe

his gaze falls to your hands; he lets his fingers wrap around your wrist gently; his Adam's apple travels up and down; you do not realize how many times he wished he could do something as simple as this

his voice sounds almost angelic when he speaks, it feels like the world is completely silent now

'I understand. because even if I tell myself not to be jealous, not to let you win because I actually do love the way you smile proudly after, even if I tell myself not to want to kiss you all the time...'

and he never finishes

instead, he moves forward

your body melts even before his lips meet yours, ghosting over them for a moment in which he takes in the sight of your face adoringly

and when he finally kisses you, his hand finds the back of your neck naturally; his fingers caress your skin, bringing you even closer to him

you wrap your fingers around the material of his shirt and lift your chin; his lips soon travel to the corner of your lips, to your jawline and your neck

and you suddenly feel a smile spreading on your lips which soon turns into a laugh

Hyuck isn't even looking at your face now but he chuckles as soon as he hears you laughing; he pulls away from you, his lips forming a wide grin, his eyes shining with so many emotions but the most obvious one is the adoration he has for you

'are you this ticklish?

you just shake your head, unable to wipe that smile off your face

and he can't help himself, he has to laugh along even though he has no idea why

'you didn't finish though. even if you don't want to be jealous... what's next?' you look at him expectantly but he knows you're just teasing him, so he squints his eyes while his cheeks go up automatically

suddenly, his head falls and he buries his face in the crook of your neck and you hear him whisper 'don't make me say sappy things like that, I beg you'

you press your lips together, suppressing a laugh; he perks up suddenly

'but actually, it's you who didn't finish first'

you clear your throat and turn your gaze elsewhere 'can we go home now?'

'only if I get to hold your hand'

you cover your face with your hand after hearing that, being done already with his cheesiness

'I WON THIS ONE DIDN'T I'

that triggers you to be even more confident than before, so you side-eye him before leaving a lingering kiss on his lips

and it's him who's speechless now

'are you sure about that?'

when you come back home (holding hands), you suddenly find this situation a little awkward; Hyuck tells you to change and go to sleep quickly, as you drank and you might get a hangover in the morning

so you listen to him and once you lay on your bed, nothing should make you want to get out of it

but this time, you can't stop thinking about Hyuck and you want to see him again

and just when you move to do that, you hear your door squeaking

'Yuck?'

'the couch is uncomfortable, don't imagine things'

'you kissed me, it's too late to say things like that'

he sighs before laying down beside you, moving around a little to find his perfect position; he wraps his arms around your waist without warning and that sends shivers down your spine

he doesn't expect you to turn around in his arms to face him; you hug his body and press your nose against the warm skin of his neck; his heartbeat is the perfect lullaby for you

'that's intimate'

'you're just warm, don't imagine things'

'... you kissed me back, remember?'

'that doesn't mean that I'll be nice to you from now on'

'thank God, the nice you is even scarier than the rude you'

'strangely, that was the sweetest thing you've said to me'

he groans when he lets himself smile at that, simultaneously sinking his fingers in your hair

'I don't like how you made me so weak like this, take responsibility now'

'weak how?'

'I laugh at everything you say and most of the stuff is not funny'

your lips touch his neck and you can feel him gulp

'okay I take it back...' and when he hears you chuckle, he goes ‘I'm really this miserable huh'

you grin and caress his face with your fingers

'let's just sleep, alright?'

'don't you want to know what I had to say in the car?'

you pull away from him, your eyes getting used to his handsome face once again as your gaze trails from his chin to his lips to his nose and his eyes

'I think I know. it's probably the same or very similar to what I wanted to say'

by the way he pulls your body even closer to his, you accept this as an agreement

in the morning, May and Johnny find the two of you sleeping together while cuddling and their first instinct is to take a photo of you and send it to everyone

Taeil: so we worried about them and they get together behind our backs?? I ship it

May: am I the only one scared for our lives now? these two together means trouble

Ten: the chaotic duo

so when you finally wake up and see May and Johnny in the kitchen, it's okay

but when you see EVERYONE in the kitchen, you start getting suspicious

suddenly all of your friends decided to have breakfast together at your place?? + they don't even try to hide the fact that they're observing you and Hyuck closely

the two of you behave casually tho, dissing everyone around you AND each other; you even manage to steal the sandwich that Hyuck has just made for himself

Ten and Johnny share a few confused looks and they explode when Hyuck reaches to brush the hair from your face and tuck it behind your ear

'SO WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU TOGETHER PLEASE JUST SAY SOMETHING'

you look at Ten wide-eyed who keeps pointing to you then to Hyuck then to you again

'please, why would I hurt myself like that'

'OFFENSIVE'

and everyone just huffs and sighs and looks completely defeated, while your gaze finds Hyuck and he winks at you, his hand resting on your knee protectively

and it never changes - whenever the two of you are together, you bicker, you fight, you're never serious and you even dare to deny your relationship after months of being together

but the public finds it entertaining, they just wait for you to let your guard down and show affection finally, and it happens SOMETIMES

everyone sobs then

they don't know about everything you two share, everything you've worked out over months of knowing each other

you don't even fully understand it yet but what you know for sure is that no one has ever made you feel the way he does and you don't want to lose it

if soulmates exist, he really was the one made especially for you; the warmth that spreads in you whenever you watch him smile is almost burning, but that's the beauty of it

and as long as his eyes sparkle when he's looking at you, it's all fine, it's all calm

calm before the storm

disclaimer 1: this turned out way longer than expected and I ended it in an awkward way but think of it this way,,, part 2 is very much possible here disclaimer 2: if by any chance you enjoyed this, you might want to look at more of my pieces so I’m leaving a link for you right here disclaimer 3: if you REALLY enjoyed this, every comment, reblog, like means a world to me

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Ateez reacting to their s/o being scared of open water (2/2)

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k7.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

SAN

“It’s just few hours Y/N, few hours…” you whispered to yourself. “Are you ready babe?” asked San, wrapping his arm around your waist. “More than ready, yay…” you said, faking to be excited. “It’s going to be so funny!” he shouted. The group invited you to spend the day on a boat, for their day off. It was a nice intention, so you accepted, of course. And your boyfriend would be there so everything would be perfect. “Oh,” started San. “You are shaking of excitation huh?” he smiled. You nodded and tried to relax your entire body, “you can’t even imagine.” You could feel that San was happy to see you there with him. He didn’t have so much time these days and he was so sorry about that. “Let’s go, we’re going to leave soon.” He said, leading you to his team. You couldn’t make one step without being terrified by the thought of falling in the water. You tried to stay at the middle of the boat as possible, between all of them.

“Let’s goooo!” Shouted San, stomping. “W-Where are we going already?” you stuttered. “We are just turning around but Mingi proposed to go a bit far so we can swim peacefully.” Said Hongjoong. “Swim? In the water?” “You can only swim in water Y/N,” said Jongho, looking at you like if you were dumb. “No- I mean- It’s kind of dangerous no? There’s no one to help us if-“ “We are 9, I think we will be okay,” reassured Seonghwa. You stayed quiet after that, they seemed already excited to their little trip. You didn’t want to ruin everything because of your fear. “Do you think we are going to see dolphins?” asked San, holding your hand. “There’s no dolphins around here San…” said Yeosang. “Too bad, it would be a great experience.” He pouted disappointed, “don’t you think so Y/N?” “Yes sure,” you replied, just wanting to end the conversation. “Wow your hands are moist,” noticed San, giggling at you. “Probably the adventure excitation,” you lied. After few minutes, Yunho shouted that they needed to stop there. It was the perfect location to have a good time in the water. They all started to rush, removing their shirt to jump on by on. “You don’t go with us Y/N?” asked San, seeing you still sitting at your place. “Hm don’t think so, I prefer to stay here and enjoy the sun,” you lied. “Really? It’s going to be fun!” he insisted, pointing at Mingi and Yunho already splashing Yeosang. “It would be funnier for me to stay here,” you replied, avoiding his stare. “Well okay…” he said disappointed. You bit your lip, he was mad. San joined his members, but you could feel that he would be mad at you for few minutes. You facepalmed yourself, you should have told him about your fear of open water. After almost 1 hour, they all get back on the boat, drying themselves. “You missed all the fun Y/N!” said Wooyoung. “It was fun to see all of you having fun,” you smiled shyly. You turned around to see your boyfriend, drying his hair behind you. “Do you need some help San-ie?” “No, thank you.” He replied, a bit too cold for your liking. “Are you mad at me?” you asked straight. He faced you, “yes a bit. I thought that we would get some fun today, but you stayed on the boat the whole time.” You sighed and played with your hair, frustrated. “It’s just that I’m terrified by swimming or just being on water without nothing what there’s inside.” He raised a brow, “what do you mean? Are you talking about shark or something?” “No… the ocean is so deep… I don’t know… it just scared me a lot. Even if I’m not in the water, I’m getting anxious and more when I saw all of you swimming there.” San’s face became more relaxed and calm, “why you-“ “Because it’s stupid. It’s your day off, I wouldn’t ruin everything because of that. Even if I did a bit.” “No, you didn’t ruin everything, it’s already amazing that you put a foot on the boat.” He grabbed your hand, “I was just stupid, I’m sorry.” You smiled, “it’s okay.” “And finally, good thing they would have to see you in your bath suit,” he whispered to your ear. You rolled your eyes. He’s unbelievable.

MINGI

“Please Y/N!” begged Mingi for the 164th time today. “Mingi, I said no… it’s too dangerous.” “Dangerous? It’s just a jet-ski!” “Yes, but what about you hurt yourself doing that.” You replied, looking for another t-shirt in your luggage. “I won’t! I will be careful! Please please please! Do it with me!” he insisted. You sighed again. Since this morning, he was asking you do to jet-ski since he saw someone doing it yesterday. He never had the occasion to do it. That’s why he was begging you so hard today. Of course, you didn’t decline because it’s dangerous. You know that he would be cautious or Atinys and his members would be sad if he got injured. But when he asked you to do it with him, you freaked out. Since you are child, you are extremely scared of open water. All the horror movies you saw because of your friends didn’t help but knowing that the ocean is really deep or all the creatures below, terrified you. “Okay, you can do it, but I won’t, I’ll record your performance okay?” you said, standing up to face him. “What no, do it with me! It can be so funny!” he said, holding your hands on his chest. “Why? I won’t do anything except holding you.” “Exactly!” he said, smirking. “You are unbelievable,” you sighed. He puts his forehead against yours, “please do it with me.” “Mingi… I need to tell you something.” You said seriously. He stepped back instantly, “are you breaking up with me?” “No idiot.” You sat on the bed. “Do you know what open water is?” He tilted his head, “the movie?” “No… open water, the thalassophobia?” “What the hell is that?” “It’s when you are swimming in a lake or oceans and you suddenly have like a panic attack because you can’t see what there’s below you.” “Oh, I see.” He scratched his head. “But why are you talking about this?” “Because I’m actually scared of this. I can’t just go swimming as you or someone else would.” “Really? I didn’t know it was a big deal.” He said, sitting next to you. “It might be stupid for some people but it’s real and just by the thought of going in the middle of a lake and ignoring what I can find, is giving me anxiety.” “Oh… so that’s why you were against the idea of jet-ski.” He realized. “Yep. But if you want to do it, just go. I’ll watch you, okay?” “It won’t be the same without you,” he said, wrapping his arm on your shoulders to keep your body against his. “It’s just for few minutes! And you will get so much fun, I will film you okay?” you smiled. “Hum… okay.” You raised a brow; he wasn’t too hard to convince him you thought. “Then we should go before there’s too much people.” He said, rushing to the bathroom to wear his bath suit. “This guy is scared of bugs but he’s going in the ocean like if it was a swimming-pool…” you whispered. “Human are strange…” 15 minutes later, you were ready to film your boyfriend the time of his life. “Don’t forget to smile!” you shouted at him. He answered you by doing a thumbs-up and followed the employee a bit more far. When Mingi was about to get on the jet-ski, he yelled and ran around the employee. “What the hell are you doing Mingi?!” you shouted, laughing but scolding him a bit. “Something touched my foot! You scared me with your thalassophobia!” “Stop being a baby and get on this jet-ski!” you replied, louder. “I can’t! What if something drags me under the sea!” You sighed; this boy was not doing better than you.

WOOYOUNG

You held Wooyoung’s hand tighter than usual. You ignored if he noticed it, but you couldn’t care less. Being on this yatch made you feel uncomfortable and terrified. Wooyoung’s friend, Yeonjun, threw a Yatch party for his birthday. You were with Wooyoung when he invited him. You don’t know if he did because he was polite or because he liked you (as a friend of course) but he gave you an invitation card too. While you were anxious and scared by going on a boat for few hours, Wooyoung was incredibly excited. His voice was higher and louder the whole week. He could probably talk with dolphins at this rate. The entire week, you read and tried to inform about how you could get rid of your fear. Except some articles who advised to take a doctor appointment or to jump right into your fear, you didn’t find the best solution for you yet. You finally opted for acting like everything was fine the whole night and stay in the middle of the yatch as possible. Even if Yeonjun asked his guests to be well dressed, you choose your favorite sneakers. You couldn’t stay the whole night with heels. What if you need to run if something bad happens? “Are you sure everything’s okay?” asked Wooyoung, coming next to you. “Yes why?” you replied, acting like you weren’t terrified. “You seem… uncomfortable.” He raised a brow. “No, I’m fine,” you said, smiling awkwardly. “Okay… If you say…” “Are you having fun?” you changed the subject. “YES! His party is amazing! He really did well this year!” he shouted. “It’s good that-“ you started. “Wooyoung! Y/N!” called Yeonjun. “Let’s do a “water jump” contest!” “Wh-“ “WE ARE COMING!” replied Wooyoung. “What? No Wooyoung!” you grabbed his arm. He faced you, not understanding why you were so reticent, it was not a big deal for him. “It’s okay, I’m pretty sure you will win, what you can’t do!” he smirked. “No, I can’t.” You said, anxious. “Then okay, stay here if you want.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll get some fun somewhere else then.” Said Wooyoung, leaving you there, alone. What does it mean? That you are no fun? You’re doing almost everything Wooyoung does. Both of you are always laughing no matter what. How could he say that? For sure, he hurt your feelings. Annoyed by your boyfriend’s comment, you climbed at the next floor to avoid the loud music and stay a moment alone. You could hear some of the guest jumping in the water and yelling one by one that they won. To be honest, you didn’t care about who the winner would be. Wooyoung’s behavior really hurt you. You did your best already to be there with him, but he acted like a kid when you say no. But… a part of you knew that it wasn’t his fault since he doesn’t know about your open water fear. But still, it’s not a reason to act like that. You sat on the bench and nervously messed up your hair, “what should I do?” “Are you okay?” asked Wooyoung, standing at your right. “Huh- yes.” You said, avoiding his stare, doing like if didn’t existed. He sat next to you, looking at the large horizon. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t treat you the way I did, it wasn’t nice.” You didn’t reply. Not because you were mad, or maybe a bit but mainly because you hesitated to tell him about your fear. “I forget that you are terrified about open water.” He sighed, ashamed by himself. “How do you know that?” you asked, facing him. “One of your friends told me about it. She said that you find this fear stupid and want to keep it for yourself.” He summarized. You didn’t know what to say, it was a sudden plot twist. “It’s okay you know, we are all scared about something,” he smiled at you. “We will work on it, so you can be more comfortable about water or-“ You hugged him tightly. It was rare that you show a sudden affection to him, but he didn’t mind, he liked it and above all, he loved your hugs. “Thank you Wooyoung,” you whispered, face in the crock of his neck. He rubbed your back, “it’s okay. I will always be there for you.” Sometimes he could be a brat but most of the time he was so nice and lovely to you.

JONGHO

You were on an excursion in Jeju Island with your boyfriend and his teammates. Seonghwa proposed the whole group to spend a week to relax and enjoy a good time at a calm and peaceful place. Since you’re Jongho’s girlfriend, he invited you too. And honestly, he didn’t let you enough chance to decline. The first days were nice, you discovered many places and enjoyed the atmosphere here. You visited the most touristic places and ate many delicious meals. Everything was perfect. And of course, being here with your boyfriend was the cherry on top. Sometimes, both of you would escape from the boys and spend a nice and romantic time together. Since your relationship was still recent, you learned many things about each other during these little escapes. But you ignored why you couldn’t manage to tell him that you were terrified by open water. He told you some of his worse secrets or fun facts about him. It wouldn’t be a big deal to say the truth about one of your biggest fear. But you didn’t have the opportunity to escape again till the end of the vacation. The day when you were supposed to go back to Seoul, Yunho and Mingi didn’t want to follow to actual plan. “What about we go back to Seoul with a Ferry and not the plane. It could be really funny!” said Yunho, smiling widely. “Hum… are you sure we can take it? We should have booked it earlier,” said Seonghwa. “I’m pretty sure it’s not full,” claimed Mingi. “I don’t see any bad thing to take the ferry.” Added Hongjoong. “So?” waited Yunho, already jumping by excitation. “The weather is not really good; I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You said. They all looked at the sky. It was a bit cloudy but nothing to worry about. “I think it’s okay Y/N,” said Jongho, next to you. “As Seonghwa said, I don’t think it’s a good idea to go there if we hadn’t booked earlier.” “It’s okay!” Said Yunho, patting your head. They all started to go at the ferry direction, determined to buy tickets. You stopped Jongho discreetly. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Why? I know it’s a bit longer but it’s okay,” he smiled. “Can we take the plane please?” you begged him, seriously. “What’s happening babe?” asked Jongho worried. “I-huh-,” He raised a brow, curious to know what’s going on. “You know you can tell me everything,” he said, trying to help you. “Imactuallyterrifiedbyopenwaterandtakingtheferryisgivingmeanxiety!” you said straight without breathing. “Y/N wait, calm down, I didn’t understand at all.” “I can’t take the ferry! I’m so scared of open water!” you repeated slower. “Really? But you are not swimming or-“ “I know but I can’t. I tried few times, well before we met but I’m freaking out just by thinking about it.” Jongho noticed how scared and stressed you seemed. You were really terrified about it he believed. He never saw you this way. Your eyes were teary, and your hands were shaking a lot. “Then if it’s hard for you, let’s follow the first plan okay?” “But the boys?” you asked, looking at them. “I’ll tell her that you feel uncomfortable,” he simply replied, holding your hand. You nodded, relaxed but disappointed. After few long seconds, Jongho didn’t move, he was still staring at his hyungs buying their tickets one by one. “You won’t tell them now?” “I just wait that they all buy their tickets, to be sure that they won’t bother us.” He winked. You scoffed; he was the baby of the group but probably the smarter one.

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Sorry for the delay folks, rl responsibilies eating into precious writing time! But here we are, all pieces moving into place as we head for the final showdown, just a few more chapters! Hope you enjoy this one <3

Chapter 13: The Bells

“I’m sorry, Missy…“ Missy couldn’t tell if the regret in Clara’s voice was genuine or not. She was still struggling to catch up with what was happening.

“What are you…“ She stared at the heavy metal cuff Clara had snapped around her wrist. She had been so naive. She should have known Clara had had an ulterior motive when she had asked her here.

“This is my chance to prove myself.“ Clara replied giving her a half smile as she stepped away. It had been a cheap trick, asking for Missy’s help, using the connection they shared. Clara wasn’t exactly sure what exactly their relationship was, Missy had never given her much of an indication one way or another but they had something of a connection. And of course it was something the Emperor was only to happy to exploit once he found out about it. So here they were.

“You don’t have to do this.“ Missy said softly. “I should never have… you don’t need him, just come with me instead. Let me go and…“

“I think it’s a bit late for that.“ Clara cut in, her voice surprisingly bitter. “Just tell him what he wants to know.“

“What is this?“ Missy raised her arm with the cuff but before Clara could answer, the teleport engaged and the world around her disappeared.

Moments later, Missy materialised in a sort of tube. She needed a moment to orient herself. She stumbled out grasping for air and found herself in a dusty stone-walled room. She looked around for clues as to where she was but she couldn’t figure it out. She had been transported somewhere but where? She bent down and gathered a handful of dust from the floor, letting it run through her fingers as she looked around.

“I know you’re responsible for this, Emperor!“ She called into the quiet, just on the off chance someone as listening. Clara has said to tell him what he wanted to know… Whatever she was, she knew it was on the Emperor’s orders. Up ahead a door slid open by itself and Missy tentatively made her way out of the room. “The equipment in that room is consistent with an augmented ultra long-range teleport. So, I'm not more than a single light year from where I was, and I'm in the same time zone.“ She mused out loud as she looked down the empty corridor. There were windows now too and she stuck her head out. All she could see were very high towers, this appeared to be some kind of castle.

“Come on, chop chop, I’ve just been betrayed by the person I thought could help me put an end to you, my day can’t get much worse, let’s see about yours!“ Missy called out but there was no reply. If the Emperor was watching, he wasn’t inclined to talk. That was when she noticed the screens along the walls and she realised something was following her. She set off down the corridor but quickly found herself at a dead end, the last door revealing solid stone behind it. She turned round and found herself facing a hunched over creature, she couldn’t see its face if it even had one, just two pronged hands extending towards her and flies circling around it like they might around a corpse.

“I can’t actually see a way out of this… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, to just stop running, we’re all done for aren’t we…“ Missy swallowed as she contemplated the futility of her fight against the Emperor. She had been trying for so long and even using Clara had backfired. Maybe it was time she gave up the ghost. She wasn’t sure what would happen when the creature got to her but it certainly felt like death was stalking towards her.

“This is new. I'm scared. I just realised that I'm actually scared of dying.“ She admitted and suddenly, the creature stopped in it’s tracks.

“Something I said? What did I say?“ She mumbled as even the flies froze in mid air. “Why did you stop?“ Suddenly, there was creaking and banging and the castle started to move. The wall behind the door moved aside and Missy quickly stepped into the adjoining room.

Everything after that was a fight for survival and a quest for answers. What was this place? Why had she been brought here? And was there a way out? It didn’t take her long to realise this was a sort of torture chamber, specially designed for her. Exactly the sort of thing the Emperor would dream up. Everything, from the appearance of the stalking creature to the screens on the walls was designed to scare her. An automated haunted house, a mechanical maze.

It took a few more encounters with the creature until she realised that it was the revelation of secrets that stopped it and made the castle reset. That was also when she realised there was just one truth, one secret, she held that the Emperor would care about. One last victory that had eluded him for so long. She couldn’t possibly tell him. Protecting Gallifrey was the last thing she could do at this point and she was determined to do so.

When she finally encountered the wall of Azbantium that separated her from the outside world, the penny dropped at last. She would find a way out, even if it took a while. She’d done this before and she would do it again. She had been following her own breadcrumbs the entire time, she realised. There was a way out. And she would keep going, even if it was futile, even if it was just out of spite, she wouldn't let the Emperor break her.

As Missy smashed her fist into the wall she thought back to the moment that brought her here. Clara’s betrayal. She only had herself to blame. She was only grateful not to be able to remember all of this. Every time, every circle around, it was like the first time. It was only when she saw the stars that she realised how long it had actually been. But now she was so close to escaping. She smashed her fist into the unforgiving crystal and finally, four and a half billion years later, the wall crumbled.

The bright light of the binary suns blinded her, Missy needed a moment to orient herself. She blinked until finally, in the distance, the towers of the capital came into sharp focus and Missy felt her hearts lift with joy. Gallifrey. She was home at last and safe. She had escaped the Emperor’s torture chamber which, as she turned around, folded back in on itself and turned back into her confessionary dial. She bent down to pick it up but froze when suddenly, the noise of a TARDIS materialising sounded behind her.

——

“You’re not sleeping, are you.“ Missy rolled onto her side on the uncomfortable mattress. She was glad that both her and the Doctor were petite, else they would have had no space at all, but the Doctor was still close enough to keep her up with her fidgeting.

“Nope…“ The Doctor admitted and turned towards Missy. She had accepted that they had to get some rest but her brain simply refused.

“Why not?“ Missy asked though she could think of a thousand reasons to have sleepless nights.

“I feel like I’m missing something…“ The Doctor explained, slightly annoyed with herself.

“If you’re looking for a magical solution, Doctor, there isn’t one.“ Missy gave her a sad smile but the Doctor shook her head.

“That’s not it…“

“Then what?“ Missy frowned.

“Clara…“ The Doctor mused and lay back on her bed, staring up at the makeshift ceiling. “She doesn’t fit in.“

“What makes you say that?“ Missy asked, pushing herself up on her elbows.

“With the Ponds and River here�� she’s the odd one out.“ The Doctor explained. Having witnessed the animosity between the Pond family and Clara, she hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that she didn’t really belong there. “When I bumped into my Clara, I was alone so I needed someone to travel with me… but in this universe the TARDIS would have been rather crowded already… So why did they ask her along if they don’t like her?“ The question had been bugging her for a while now.

“I don’t see how it matters.“ Missy replied in an off-hand sort of way that gave the Doctor pause.

“What’s your history with Clara?“ She frowned looking over to her.

“What makes you think I have…“ Missy started but the Doctor interrupted her:

“In my universe, you were responsible for bringing us together.“

“I see…“ Missy sighed.

“In my universe, Missy thought Clara and I would bring out the worst in each other, that we were two parts of an ancient prophecy about throwing the universe into chaos. Did you… do you have anything to do with Clara being with the Emperor?“ The Doctor sat up now. She could tell from the way Missy avoided her eyes that she was on to something.

“It was a stupid idea, it backfired…“ Missy knew she couldn’t lie to her but she didn’t exactly want to talk about it either.

“What were you trying to accomplish?“ The Doctor asked shaking her head a little to herself.

“Same as what you just said… I thought she would… destabilise them. Their relationships, their…“ Missy gestured a little but she didn’t really have the words. It had been stupid. “I thought it was working but then…“

“She fell in love with the Emperor as well, she betrayed you and gained her trust like that, didn’t she.“ The Doctor was quick at putting the pieces together and Missy laughed a little. She couldn’t help but be impressed.

“How did you figure that out?“ She asked.

“You seemed genuinely concerned that she would get herself killed with whatever she’s planning.“ The Doctor explained. Missy’s opinion on Clara’s plan hadn’t gone unnoticed. “You care about her at least a tiny bit.“

“That really has no baring on anything anymore, that was a long time ago.“ Missy waved it off.

“How long?“ The Doctor asked as a disturbing thought occurred to her.

“Sorry?“ Missy frowned.

“How long ago was that for you? Cause there is something else that’s been bugging me…“ The Doctor said and Missy sat up as well, she could tell neither of them would be getting any sleep tonight.

“What’s that?“

“Why are you here, Missy?“ The Doctor tilted her head, trying to get the measure of her.

“I told you, to help people…“ Missy didn’t understand why she was asking again.

“No, I mean here, of all places, on Gallifrey. Where you’re right under her nose and she could kill you if she wanted to. Like you’ve said before, there is nothing we can do here, no resources, the royal guards just there, the Quantum Shade… you have no wiggle room. So why not go somewhere where the Emperor’s influence is less… and start your resistance there? It’s what I would have done…“ The Doctor went on to explain.

“Why did you ask how long it’s been for me?“ Missy circled back to her original question.

“Because I think there is nowhere else to go. We’re at the end of time, aren’t we.“ The Doctor revealed her suspicion and Missy’s eyes widened in surprise.

“How do you know that? Not many people do.“

“It seems like a lot of the events that happened to me also happened here, just differently.“ The Doctor realised and got to her feet. She couldn’t sit still anymore. Missy had been through some of the same things she had. “I think if I knew more about everybody’s personal history, maybe I would be able to understand them a little better to make a plan… In my universe Gallifrey was hiding away at the end of time in a reality bubble too, I know because I went there the long way around…“ She looked back to Missy. “So how did you get here, Missy? Where is your TARDIS?“

“I don’t have a TARDIS anymore, Doctor, I didn’t time travel here… but it sounds like you know exactly how I got here.“ Missy gave her a sad smile.

“I’m so sorry, Missy…“ The Doctor didn’t know what else to say.

“I’d rather not talk about it.“ Missy shook her head, she didn’t want to dwell on it.

“Right okay… so when the Emperor calls themselves ruler of the universe, it’s really just Gallifrey, is it?“ The Doctor decided to focus her energies on something productive, rather than dwelling on the misery of the past.

“In this timezone, yes. Keeps her safe from any sort of uprising I suppose, when all other races are dead.“ Missy replied.

“But when I first met her, she’d been to Sontar, there was still blood on her hands…“ The Doctor frowned.

“The Empire doesn’t just exist in space but also time, Doctor.“ Missy swung her legs out of bed, sitting up on the side properly. “Here, in this time, the universe is pretty much over. Gallifrey is the perfect fortress, perfectly safe when so few are able to travel in time anymore.“ She explained. “The generals watch the time streams. Whenever any civilisation that she’s conquered diverges from its predetermined course of obedience she can just jump into her TARDIS, arrive early, and set things right.“

“Right…“ It was the perfect set up, pretty fool proof. The Doctor started pacing, trying to find something useful in the new information.

“She thinks of everything. We can’t go anywhere because there is nowhere to go and without time travel…“ Missy shrugged. “And even if we had it, the Council would be on us like a hawk. Not that anyone can fly her TARDIS anyway…“

“That’s it! That’s where we need to start, Missy, you’re brilliant!“ The Doctor exclaimed as an idea struck. She hadn’t paid enough attention to the world around her. Picking up on the things that were different but also those that were the same or reversed. A plan was forming in her head.

“What?“ Missy had no idea what she was talking about.

“I have an idea Missy, and I need you to trust me. It’s a bit risk but I think this could work. I think I’ve worked this place out at last.“ The Doctor turned to her, full of excitement.

“You’re not making any sense, Doctor.“ Missy chuckled, marvelling at her endless positivity.

“You’re gonna hate this but I’m gonna need to get back into the palace.“ The Doctor gave her an apologetic smile.

“Doctor…“ Missy sighed, it was a terrible idea.

“Gonna need a change of clothes too, and a way in that they won’t expect…“ The Doctor carried on. Suddenly, in the far off in the distance, a bell tolled and both of them froze.

“That’s…“ Missy got to her feet unsettled.

“A Cloister Bell…“ The Doctor nodded, recognising the distinctive sound.

“They only toll when disaster is drawing near…“ Missy said and the Doctor, despite everything, smiled.

“I just thought of a way to get us back into the palace.“

“Us?“ Missy raised her eyebrows.

“Oh yes, you’re coming with me. I will explain on the way!“

——

Drowsily River rolled over in bed, pulling the covers closer around herself. She was cold, falling asleep naked and sweaty, her body had cooled out. She stretched her hand out, looking for her wife to cuddle into her for some warmth but the bed was cold beside her. Sleepily River sat up, slowly she was coming to her senses, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Her wife’s side of the bed was empty.

“Sweetie?“ She called into the darkness but no response. She swung her legs out of bed and nearly tripped as she got up in her sleepy state but her wife’s absence alarmed her. She found her balance after a few steps and grabbed her dressing gown from the chair by her dresser. “Sweetie?“ She called again, worry sweeping through her, as she walked into the adjoining room. Her eyes fell on the TARDIS, the door slightly ajar. She walked to the door and pushed it open. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found her wife sitting by the console, tinkering with bolts, screws and cogs.

“Is everything okay, Sweetie?“ River asked and the Emperor looked up surprised, she hadn’t noticed her coming in.

“Sorry, did I wake you?“ The Emperor gave an apologetic smile.

“I just turned round and you weren’t there, I got worried…“ River admitted, pulling her nightgown closer around herself feeling cold still.

“Just thinking…“ The Emperor replied giving a dismissive wave to the equipment around her. River smiled a little. Her wife used to do this a lot. When she had a problem to solve, she would retreat into her TARDIS and fix or make things, it helped her focus.

“Is everything okay? Something I can help with?“ River asked.

“Everything is fine.“ The Emperor said getting to her feet.

“And yet you can’t sleep.“ River observed. She clearly was worried about whatever Clara and the Doctor could be up to. Before the Emperor could respond, a bell tolled in the distance and they both froze. “Was that…“

“A Cloister Bell. They haven’t rung in years…“ The Emperor was halfway out the TARDIS before River could even respond. “We are in much greater danger than we realise.“ This was proof that the nagging thoughts, the undercurrent of worry, she had been feeling, were justified.

“Something must be happening.“ River agreed as she followed. The Emperor was already throwing clothes on.

“I'm going to go see the Council.“ She said pulling on trousers quickly. “You stay here.“ She insisted when River went looking for clothes as well.

“But…“ River looked around confused. She had never told her to stay behind before. She tried her best not to feel hurt.

“Seriously, don’t argue.“ The Emperor interrupted her buttoning up her shirt in a hurry. “I need to know you’re safe, you stay here.“

——

“What was that?“ Yaz demanded to know entering with palace’s security office. Ryan and Graham were following close behind. It was the middle of the night, there were off duty, but the entire city had heard the bell.

“A Cloister Bell, Ma’am.“ One of the officers on duty answered as they all jumped to their feet saluting.

“They have been silent for years, give me eyes on the Cloisters.“ She demanded as she stepped up to the screens.

“The sliders are getting increasingly more active. They’re sensing something is wrong, something is going to happen.“ Graham observed as they brought up footage from the Cloisters on the screens. Shapes were moving among the shadows and the fog.

“This is not a coincidence.“ Ryan agreed.

“I’m going to take a team down there. Find out what’s going on.“ Yaz decided. They had to find out what was going on. It was as good a place as any to start.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? No-one that goes into the Cloisters comes back out.“ Graham grabbed her arm as she walked past them.

“Legend says there is a hidden exit into the city, it could be how the Doctor is getting about. I’m going to check it out.“ Yaz shook him off. They had to find the Doctor. “In the meantime, one of you inform the Emperor and keep guard, the other keep an eye on Clara Oswald.“

——

“What is going on?“ The Emperor burst into the Council chamber with purpose and determination. The Cloisters indicated this was the greatest threat they had faced in years and she wasn’t about to let anything jeopardise her reign.

“Emperor…“ The generals had gathered upon her command, some only filing in after her, some still fumbling with the buttons of their council robes. She wasn’t impressed.

“Wake up you mumbling fools, a Cloister Bell has rung, what is going on?“ She smashed her hand onto the table for emphasis. “You are tasked with protecting the Empire, what is going on? Are we under attack?“

“Nothing, as far as we can tell. Everything is quiet, no unexpected developments across the time streams…“ One of the council members spoke up. “The city is quiet as well, since you went amongst the people, they have grown more… respectful.“

“Are you absolutely sure?“ The Emperor pressed on focusing on him. He seemed to be wide awake at least in comparison to some of the others. They took turns with the night shifts, there was no need for everyone to be present all the time.

“See for yourself Emperor, the time streams are quite, your personal guards have taken it upon themselves to see if anything is the matter in the Cloisters themselves.“ Another general spoke up and by raising his hands from the table, he brought the readings up into the air for everyone to see.

“Things might not be happening yet but they will. The Bells are a warning, foreboding, prophecy…“ The Emperor mumbled leaning onto the table observing the time streams herself. They were right, everything looked completely normal so it had to be something happening here, on Gallifrey. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to wait for Clara to make her move after all.

“If you’re concerned about something happening, we can postpone tomorrow’s celebrations?“ Another general suggested.

“No. That would be a sign of weakness.“ She shook her head vehemently. “Everything will go ahead as planned…“ She straightened herself up again and a thought occurred to her. “In fact, not as planned. Round up ten civilians that have acted out in some way. And Missy. I want Missy.“ She decided.

“What for?“ Another council member asked, sounding concerned.

“Is it any of your business?!“ The Emperor snapped glaring at him. She couldn’t stand people questioning an order.

“I just meant if we should organise anything else or…“ He carried on in a small voice averting his eyes.

“Just do as you’re told.“ She growled. “I’ll be in my quarters, if there is only the slightest change or cause for concern, I expect to be informed.“

——

“You’ve done this before…“ Missy mumbled as they pressed themselves to a pillar to avoid a cloister wraith that headed in their direction.

“So have you…“ The Doctor observed with a smile. “I’m beginning to think we have a lot more in common than I realised. I think you lived through some of the same things I have, our roles are reversed in some ways.“ She explained as they waited for the wraith to move past. She had been so focused on wrapping her head around her own situation, she hadn’t really stopped to think about the history of the people she encountered.

“So it seems…“ Missy agreed. As she looked back at the Doctor she felt unsettled. They had dressed her to look like the Emperor and it was unnerving.

“About the confessionary dial…“ The Doctor said quietly as they carried on. “I came the long way around too…“ They ducked behind another pillar. “What kept you going? There was this moment when I realised what had been done to me, what they were trying to do… and I was about to give up…“ In a way, knowing Missy had been through the same thing as her, allowed her to talk about it for the first time.

“But then you realised you couldn't just let them win. You had to keep going.“ Missy agreed with a small smile as they carried on.

“Who were you doing it for?“ The Doctor asked.

“Myself? I knew I had to be better than this. I couldn’t let her win.“ Missy shrugged.

“I guess you’re right… I thought I… I thought I was doing it for Clara at the time, she had just died and I wanted to find a way to save her, so I had to get out of there… but now, I just think I wanted her to be proud of me. I wanted to be the Doctor. And I couldn't let the bad guys win.“ The Doctor answered after brief consideration.

“So here we are, braving the Cloisters.“ Missy chuckled. “But at least you know what you’re doing it for.“

“Not just for River, if that’s what you think. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had already managed to find a way out of her predicament, she doesn't need me to look after her, not really. I’m doing it for the same reason as you.“ The Doctor felt the need to explain.

“Cause we can’t let the bad guys win.“ Missy smiled and reached out for the Doctor’s hand. “I am so glad that I met you, even if we never should have, not really… I’m really very grateful that you are here, whether we succeed or not.“ She gave her hand a squeeze and the Doctor smiled.

Suddenly up ahead the wraiths grew more agitated. In the distance they saw an elevator door slide open, revealing several royal guards, weapons drawn.

“Right, let’s see what’s going on down here.“ The Doctor recognised Yaz’s voice immediately and she pulled Missy behind a pillar.

The Cloister Bells tolled again.

——

River was pacing their quarters, she couldn’t sit still. The situation was unnerving. There was no way you could go back to sleep so she had gotten dressed instead. She could just go to find her wife, this was ridiculous. There was no immediate danger.

“Right, that’s it.“ She huffed getting fed up and made her way to the bedroom. She walked to her dresser where, among other things, she kept her gun. It had been a while since she’d last made use of it but she appreciated her wife’s concern for her safety. It couldn’t hurt to carry it.

She was just exchanging the battery pack, when she heard the door to their quarters open. Her wife returning at last, she thought, as she breathed a sigh of relief.

“In the bedroom!“ She called out and put the gun back on the dresser.

“That’s quite the invitation… Mind you, I’ve always been curious what it would be like to sleep with myself.“

River whirled around and found herself face to face with an exactly copy of herself. In the distance, another bell tolled.

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