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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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I’m Right Here

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident (minor), Injuries

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: There is nothing scarier than those moments when every breath you take is shallow; when your heart is racing and your body is drenched in cold sweat. When you are rushing to the aid of a hurt loved one, knowing you can never be fast enough because your mind and fear are at least a mile ahead of you. Corpse has to experience these exact moments after a frightening call that informs him of his girlfriend’s car accident.

Requested by @sugiliteshadow . Hi! Thank you so much for you request, darling. Sorry to be posting it so late and I can’t thank you enough for your patience. I hope the fic itself makes up for the wait. Please enjoy! Stay safe! Love, Vy ❤

It’s been about an hour since I got off the phone with Y/N and my concern is through the roof. She called me from the parking lot of the office building where she works at, telling me she’s be home in less than half an hour and asking if I needed her to pick up anything along the way. I have been trying to brush away the worries, comforting myself with the fact that I did request a specific type of iced tea and knowing Y/N, she’s probably looking for it in multiple stores because she couldn’t find it in the convenience store that’s along her way back home. I should’ve told her not to sweat it considering I don’t need it right away or anything. I have tried distracting myself with editing just to hinder myself from picking up my phone and debating weather to call her or not. I may be worried but I don’t wanna put her life in danger by calling her while she’s driving.

I keep my hands on my keyboard and mouse, my phone halfway across the room just in case. Another thirty minutes pass by with no sound of the door being unlocked or even a car pulling up. My fingers are beginning to drum over the buttons on my keyboard anxiously. I have had to go back and redo so many things with the video I’m editing because my mind simply isn’t present. It’s wandering around the city, looking for that one familiar car that’s always outside our house, parked in the driveway. That’s currently being driven by my girlfriend of two years Y/N.

My phone’s ringtone snaps me out of the downwards spiral of my thoughts, simultaneously picking up the speed of my heartbeat. I basically launch myself out of my chair and towards the bed where the ringing is coming from. I feel a wave of relief rush over me when I see Y/N’s name on the lit screen.

“Hey babe, where have you been?“ I ask as soon as I answer the call. It feels like my whole body shuts down when I finally pick up on the sound of blaring sirens in the background.

“Sir, I’m sorry to inform you Miss Y/L/N has been in an accident.” The words the female voice on the phone says cut through me like a knife, sending chills of paralyzing fear all over my body, “You were the last person she contacted before the accident which is why we’ve stepped in contact with you. However, if you are not able to come collect Miss Y/L/N, please contact a family member of hers.“

The calmness of her tone is freaking me out of my skin and mind, “Is she ok?! Where is she?!“

“She’s alright, sir. She’s not completely conscious yet, though. But she will be by the time you arrive. Her injuries are not in any way life-threatening. She has a few cuts and bruises and a concussion. A medical team has already taken care of her.“

Before I know it, I’m already out the door, the location the policewoman gave me in my head as I get behind the wheel of my car which I rarely use. Thankfully, the road the accident happened on is less than fifteen minutes away. Due to the late hour there is close to no traffic on the roads so I make it to the scene in no time. Y/N’s car is surrounded by two cop cars and two ambulances. I barely even notice the black Honda Civic that is almost equally as beat up as Y/N’s Toyota. Speaking of the Toyota, its front bumper is completely obliterated - the headlights, blinkers and windshield in pieces and shards on the pavement.

In the first ambulance there’s a guy passed out on a gurney with an ivy rip connected to his arm. In the one next to it is Y/N, sitting hunched over with her head hanging low, her hair falling over her face.

“Y/N?“ I rush over to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder but withdrawing my arm in case she has a bruise in that spot.

She lifts her head, a look of relief and happiness flashing across her face. She lets out a sigh, a small smile appearing on her lips as her eyes fill with tears. “Corpse...” her hand reaches out for mine which is still hanging in the air. I give her my other hand and she uses me as support to slowly stand up. She lets go of my hands and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug as a quiet sob leaves her chest. “I was so scared when I woke up. I couldn’t remember anything.”

“It’s ok, you’re ok now. I’m here, I’m right here.“ I gently smooth her hair while carefully holding her in my embrace. She has a few purple bruises along her arms and cuts on her cheek and neck which are covered in white bandages with small dark red stains. The most major thing I can see is the cut on her left temple which is also covered up. I press a tender kiss to the right one. “Are you in any pain?“ I pull away to get a better look at her.

Thankfully she shakes her head, “No, I’m ok. My elbow hurts a little but that’s it.”

I nod, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead. Just as I’m about to ask her what exactly happened one one of the police officers approaches us.

“A drunk driver. He ran the red light and crashed straight into her car.“ The officer says, judging by her voice it’s the same woman that called me. “You don’t remember that, do you?“

Y/N turns to her, “I just remember hearing a loud crash and then darkness. I didn’t know what had happened until you told me when I woke up.”

The policewoman gives us a sincere smile, lightly touching Y/N’s shoulder “It’s ok, sweetheart. You are alright, that’s what matters. And you have someone here by your side.”

Y/N’s eyes meet mine when she gives me the most loving glance, the one that I often catch in her eyes - the one that always melts me. “He always is.” she says, running her fingers down my arm, interlocking hers with mine when they reach my hand.

The policewoman tells us good night and walks over to the other ambulance. We stick around to see the cars get taken away and Y/N gives her info so they can contact her when the car is repaired. I know how much she loves that car - it’s the first and only car she has ever owned. She has had it for about seven years and calls it her child basically. I never thought I’d be jealous of a car in my life - just kidding. But my point has been made - she’s never been apart from it or driven another car.

Wrapping my arm around her while she watches her car being taken away, I turn her around, leading her towards my car. “Let’s get you home. You’ll be 100% under my care and no complaints will be accepted.”

She rolls her eyes playfully, snuggling up into my side, “Don’t make a big deal about this please. And, for the love of God, don’t baby me too much, ok?”

I grin down at her, “What was that, I didn’t quite catch it?“

“Corpseeee...“ She pouts, a frown on her face, making her look so childish it’s absolutely adorable.

“Save the whining, it ain’t gonna work.“ I open the door to the passenger seat, stepping aside so she can get in the my car.

Surprisingly enough, she actually doesn’t complain the rest of the way home nor when we arrive. Nor when I instruct her to stay in bed and not move unless it’s absolutely necessary. I basically bring all the snacks from the kitchen into our room while she compiles a list of movies we will be watching because no sleep will be had tonight. “I love you.“ Y/N says through a sigh halfway through the second movie.

“I love you too. But don’t fall asleep.“ I tickle her side, causing her to giggle and squirm in an attempt to get away from me.

“Ok, ok, but you’re gonna have to help me. If I blink, I’ll be a goner.“ She yawns, shuffling back towards me. When she flashes me that hinting wide smile, I know exactly what she’s insinuating.

I sigh, giving in with ease. “When you were here before...“

“Couldn’t look you in the eye...“ she backs me up just as I knew she would

“You’re just like an angel...“

“Your skin makes me cry...“

Needless to say, we end up duetting random songs - rap songs, heavy metal, pop songs, some of my songs, some Christmas songs, Disney songs - making it one of the best movie marathons we’ve ever had, the unfortunate events of the day far behind us and completely gone from our minds.

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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Can you do Daichi x male reader where Daichi asks his boyfriend to come over to meet his team and he forgets and goes home so Daichi give him a call and is like "where you at?" "I cant come I look like a clown." "I bet you dont look that bad." "No you dont get it im in full drag." So his boyfriend comes to the gym in full drag, booby and butt pads, and monster heels, and when he walked in it's like Kags that recognizes him as his drag name.

LMAOOJSKE DRAG QUEEN READEKRNRNF

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Daichi x reader - DRAG QUEEN?!

⚠️warnings - drag queen, college first year reader x high school 3rd year (if that’s even a warning skdjd)

Pronouns- male, he/him

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Daichi said it on impulse, really.

“Do you guys...wanna meet my boyfriend?”

Everyone in the gym stopped. They were in middle of a practice match between themselves, and just when Yamaguchi was about to serve, he choked on air and missed the ball completely. The ball flew in the air, before landing somewhere near his feet.

Everyone stared at Daichi with a variety of expressions. Some shocked, some looking at him like he ‘said I’m gonna chop my dick off,’ and some who didn’t even care. (Tsukishima, obviously.) Ukai had to call timeout, since no one could focus after what Daichi blurted out.

Suga chuckled awkwardly, slinging a towel over his shoulders. “So uh, ahaha, your um...gay...?” His voice progressively died down into a whisper.

“Yeah. Is...that’s a problem?”

“No! No! I fully support y-“

“AND YOU CHOSE NOW TO TELL US? DUDE, WE COULD’VE LIKE, THROWN YOU A COMING-OUT PARTY!” Tanaka shook his captaincy the shoulders, while Noya squirted water into his mouth with his squeeze bottle.

“Well I don’t really mind, I’m already out, I was just asking if you wanted to meet him.”

“DO WE?! OF COURSE WE DO! DOES HE PLAY VOLLEYBALL?! DO YOU THINK HE COULD JOIN THE TEAM?!” Hinata jumped up and down, slowly inching is way towards Daichi with an awestruck look on his face. He’s rather surprised Hinata isn’t more shocked.

“Yeah. Uh-no, sorry. He doesn’t play.” Daichi chuckled, patting an excited looking hinata on the head. “I don’t think he has work tomorrow, so tomorrow’s really the only time he can come to practice.”

“Work?” Asahi looked up from the towel he was using to wipe off his sweat. “How old is he? Is he a third year?”

“He’s a first year in college. Actually-I think he goes to the college in Sendai.”

Asahi exhaled. It would’ve been weird if someone as young as a highschooler were to already be working, when the could be enjoying their time in classes or clubs. “Where does he work?”

Flashbacks of all the drag shows and money being thrown around a stage whipped across Daichis mind like a slap to the face. He’s sure the team wouldn’t mind, especially because they already don’t mind him having a boyfriend, but he isn’t sure if (Y/n) was ok with him telling his team he was a...y’know.

“...I’m not sure?”

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“Oh-hello Daikkun! How was practice today?” (Y/n) opened the passenger seat to his door, waiting for him to step inside. Sometimes he liked to pick him up from school before he had to get in makeup for a night show. That didn’t stop him from doing a little bit of eyeliner, though.

“It was nice. I told them they could meet you soon. The team.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, you don’t have any shows tomorrow, right? I kind of told them tomorrow.” Daichi scrubbed at the back of his neck, while (y/n) started up his car. “I know you’ve wanted to meet them.”

“You bet your ass! Well-I mean I have a show at like 2 am but that doesn’t matter. What time can I come? Are they nice? Didn’t you say there was one who was really short but could jump as high as me in stilettos?”

“Oi-! Focus on the road!”

“Sorry, sorry! I’m just excited. Anyways! Can you come to my show tonight? I’ll sneak you in.”

“Every time I go to one of your drag shows I get scared someone will kick me out since I’m 17.”

“Dude, have you seen yourself?!” (Y/n) gestures over to Daichi, putting emphasis on his thigh-region. “You’re big and muscly enough to at least pass as 18. It’s just a one year difference, when’s your birthday again?”

“I can’t believe you forgot, I’m hurt.” Daichi chuckled, fiddling with his backpack straps on his lap. “Besides, doesn’t your show run kind of late today? I don’t get to choose when to take my classes like you, (L/n). And I have morning practice, so I need to sleep.”

“You’re no fun, Daikkun.”

“Yeah, yeah, My house is over there.”

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(Y/n) scrolled through his phone for the nth time that day. Fanning himself dramatically, he huffed and buried his face into his pillow. There was nothing to do today, and since he took morning classes, that left him with the rest of the afternoon to ponder, before working at night.

Was there something to do today? Was he forgetting something? He felt like he was, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

He glanced guilty at a tube of light pink lip gloss tossed haphazardly on his desk. A light bulb went off in his head.

Hastily throwing his covers off his body, (y/n) dragged himself over to his closet, grabbing the lip gloss in the process. He shuffled through hangers of clothes, finally pulling out a girls uniform he bought from when he was in high school. He never wore it to school, choosing to wear the boys uniform, but he thought it’d be nice to have when he was feeling fruity.

Slipping on the skirt and cardigan, he walked over to his desk mirror. He unscrewed the wand from the tube of lip gloss, tentatively applying it generously to his lips. He shrugged. He figured he could do some more makeup. It’s not like he’s busy today, right?

Carefully winging the tip of his eyeliner, he took a step back and admired himself in the mirror. He looked cute, yeah, but cute wasn’t really his style. It screamed ‘cute femboy’ rather than his usual ‘sexy ass drag queen dominatrix who could step on you with their sharp ass knife heels’

Damn. He was really about to go all out, huh? Time to bring out the butt pads and fake boobs.

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Sighing contently in front of the mirror, (y/n) did a little spin, puffing out the length of his dress. Damn, he was hot. And with his impossibly high monster heels? Take me now.

(Y/n) was in the midst of taking a couple cute selfies in front of his full length mirror, when his screen went grey and a caller ID appeared.

‘Incoming call - Daikkun!! <3’

(Y/n) smiled unconsciously and clicked the bright green button with his thumb. He brought his phone to his ear and twirled a piece of his faux wig with his finger.

“Hi Daikkun! Did you need something, cutie?”

“Are you still coming over?” Daichis voice was hushed, and the slam of volleyballs rang though his speaker.

“Uh-what for?”

“To meet my team? Where are you?”

Fuck.

(Y/n) paled as he eyed himself in the mirror. He couldn’t show up looking like that. And it was too much to take off before Daichis practice ended. This was the only time he had to meet this team Daichi had always been talking about, and he’d completely forgot.

“...I can’t, I look like a clown.” (Y/n’s) voice came out a hoarse, nervous-chuckly whisper. He could taste the expensive red lipstick sitting on his lips.

“I’m sure you don’t look that bad.”

“Dude no, you don’t understand.” (Y/n) picked at the hem of his dress, the silicone boobs suddenly squeezing his chest a bit too tightly. “I’m in full drag.”

A silence rang out from both sides of the line. Daichi awkwardly chuckled.

“Ahaha uh-didn’t you say you didn’t have work today?”

“No! No I-I don’t have work til like-later later but like-I got bored and I forgot I was gonna meet your team today...sorry-“

“Well I’m sure they won’t mind if you show up in drag. I mean-they seemed pretty ok with knowing we’re a thing so...?”

(Y/n) gulped.

“...I guess I’ll see you in ten minutes then.”

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“Good work everyone!”

Ukai dismissed the players, leaving them to start rolling up the net and cleaning up the gym. Sugawara jogged up to the captain, dragging his mop lazily behind him.

“You said your boyfriend was gonna come today, right? Where is he?”

“Uh,” Daichi checked his wrist, before realizing he didn’t have a watch and fished out his phone. “He should be here any minute now-“

Just in time, the doors to the gym creaked open. Daichi smiled, leaving Suga to trail behind him curiously. He reached for the door handle, giving it a firm pull.

In stepped a boy with a long synthetic wig on, and heels that made him tower over Daichi easily. The sharp platforms of his heels clicked with each step he took, jewelry and accessories also bobbing up and down. And not to mention the ‘bobbling’ the silicone boobs made. Jeez, even if they were fake, they did still jiggle a hell of a lot.

(Y/n) bent down daintily, pressing a kiss onto Daichi’s cheek. Lipstick smeared on his sweaty cheek, leaving a dark imprint on the side of his face. (Y/n) seemed to finally take notice of all the astonished stares directed at him.

Should he A, stand beside his boyfriend awkwardly and pick at the loose thread of his dress or B, put on his confident drag persona and play it off?

He chose B.

(Y/n) smirked and leaned on on of his feet, placing a hand on his hip. “What? Like what you see, boys? I’m afraid I’m already taken, though.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck. Fuck. Even with the confident display, (y/n) couldn’t help but stay somewhat behind Daichi, trying to shrink behind his 10 inch heels.

Immediately, a bald guy and a kid with a bleached strip on the front of his head erupted into excitement.

“Yo! Sick dress, dude!”

The atmosphere lightened up tremendously. (Y/n) let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Well thank you, Mr. Bleach strip.”

The bald one, who introduced himself as ‘Tanaka’, slapped Daichi on the back. “Dude! What’s with all the surprises?! You tell us you have a boyfriend but you didn’t tell us he was a drag queen?!”

“I-to be honest I didn’t know he was in drag today-I didn’t know he had work.”

The closet door opened, with Hinata and Kageyama walking out from placing the net inside. Hinata gasped excitedly, while Kageyama froze. Hinata practically bolted towards the unknown person wearing heels and jumped up to his height. (Y/n) choked on air. This kid practically flew at him.

“Wow! Are you one of those ‘drag queens’ I see on tv sometimes?! Cool! That’s so cool! I-“

“ARE YOU QUIMCHI?!”

Hinatas throat closed up, along with (y/n) after hearing his stage name being called out so...dramatically. The boy continued.

“...F-FROM THAT ONE INTERVIEW THEY DID ON THAT ONE CLUB ON THE LATE NIGHT SHOW WITH SHIN’ICHI HATORI?!”

Kageyamas booming voice rang through the gym as he pointed at (y/n) with wide eyes. Everyone’s gaze went from (y/n) to Kageyama, who was frozen in place. Even (y/n) was a tad bit confused.

The club he worked at recently had a special done on TV, and (y/n) was only in the background. He didn’t know how this...boy recognized him from that, or why he was even watching the drag special on that show in the first place.

“...yeah...yeah I am,” (y/n) smiled awkwardly and a boy with blond hair and glasses chuckled from somewhere in the gym.

The boy, with another guy with dark-green hair, walked out from the storage closet aswell. “Who knew the king was into that kind of stuff? Drag queens? No disrespect, ma’am-sir.”

Kageyama seemed to unfreeze just to glare at Tsukishima with a flushed face. “I-IM NOT! MY STUPID SISTERS JUST A BIG FAN, IS ALL!“

Kageyama turned to (y/n), and marched scarily fast towards him. He stopped abruptly and bowed his head so far it made (y/n) take a step back.

“M-MAY I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH FOR MY SISTER?! AN-AND MAYBE A PHOTO TOO?!” Kageyama stiffly held his arms to his sides as he kept his head down. Small chuckles and snorts sounded from all around the gym, (y/n) even joining in and patting the black haired boys head.

“Sure thing, doll.”

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“Your team was nicer than I thought.”

Daichi looked up questionably, fastening his seatbelt. (Y/n) started up his car. “What do you mean, nicer?”

“Well-I thought they were gonna be a bunch of meatheads banging their heads together. They’re actually more interesting than I thought they were going to be. Especially that Kageyama guy.”

Daichi smiled contently. “I’m glad you like them, then.”

A comfortable silence breezed by them, the only sounds audible being the hum of the car engine and the soft tapping of Daichis nails against the armrest. Daichi stole a glance at (y/n). His wig was discarded, placed neatly on the backseat with the wig cap and hairpins resting underneath it, and his hair was slightly damp and messy due to being constricted. His lipstick was a bit smeared from when he kissed him on the cheek, and droplets of sweat gathered near his hairline.

Daichi set his fingers lightly on the spot where the lipstick mark sat, caressing it softly so the lipstick wouldn’t smear more that it already has. He exhaled softly and shifted his gaze back down. He wouldn’t mind if he came to his practice again.

“...so wanna come to my show tonight, Daikkun?”

“It’s at 2am, no.”

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Extra:

Kageyama: miwa.

Kageyama: MIWA.

Miwa sighed and checked her phone, sliently scolding her brother for bothering her. She stretched and rubbed her eyes. She swore, if Tobio wanted a ride home from practice...

Miwa: mm

Kageyama: -photo sent-

Miwa: DUDE

Miwa: AJDJSKDKF

Miwa: HOW THE FUCK

Miwa: TELL ME YOU GOT QUIMCHIS AUTOGRAPH DJFJDJE

Kageyama: -photo sent-

Kageyama: I DID. I GOT ONE FOR U AND ONE FOR ME

Kageyama: HE WAS SO TALL TOO

Kageyama: LIKE HE WAS A HALF FOOT TALLER THAN ME EVEN WITHOUT THE HEELS

Miwa: WHY WAS HE AT UR PRACTICE WHSHD

Kageyama: apparently he’s dating my captain

Miwa: WHAT RHE FUCKCIDNEBRJ

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harrysgoldenline · 4 years

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okay so i saw one of these for niall but, one where y/n can’t afford harry’s life style but doesn’t like him paying for her and it’s just angst with fluff at the end?

Hii!! I got SO SO SO carried away doing this and it ended up not being too angsts so I really hope you still like it! And I’m sorry it took so long but I just got the inspiration for it and all just came to me at once! Thank you so much for requesting 💖

The Best Gift

The store was bright and flashy, yet somehow simplistic, the different display cases making the girl glance around quickly as she took in the new space filled with diamonds, pearls and jewels, although this being her second time here, only because of him, she didn’t think she would ever get used to it.

She felt completely out of place, walking through the luxury store with Harry wearing an ensemble costing close to three thousand dollars and she was wearing a dress from one of her favorite online shops costing her around $60, with that being a splurge.

“Anything catching those pretty eyes?” He smirked, nudging her slightly but still keeping his grip tight on her hand, guiding her throughout the store he has been through more times than he can count, “we got all day baby, try on anything you want!”

“I’d rather you give the fashion show.” She laughed, going up on her tip toes and kissing his cheek, “We’ve been in her thirty seconds and I’ve seen you staring at four different pairs of trousers.”

He gave her a small nudge, before leading her to a seat outside the changing room, due to the fact they got in trouble last time for having her come into the same one was him. He gave her a quick peck before he started grabbing his items, flashing her a wink before he disappeared into the short hallway and into the dressing room, giving her a cute wave before shutting the door.

She giggled softly to herself, biting her bottom lip and shaking her head, wondering how on earth she was lucky enough to have him as her boyfriend, be so lucky to have him be in love with her? It would never fully click.

Her eyes wandered around the shop, admiring the different materials and luxury items she could never even dream of purchasing. She wishes she could, especially dreaming of being able to buy something Harry would buy for himself and just be able to try and repay somehow for everything he has done for her.

Harry has taken her on so many different trips, gotten her custom gowns, designer shoes and jewelry and it made her feel terrible. For his birthday, she picked up extra shifts, stayed late, and did some babysitting in order to get him some new rings and a recording microphone he could hook up to his phone or laptop he could use instead of using just voice memos.

He loved it of course, wearing the rings all the time and enjoyed being able to get a better sound when an idea would spring up on him, but she still felt guilty. Harry would get her a thousand dollar bag and a matching diamond earring and necklace set.

Letting out an impatient sigh she stood and began wondering around the store a handbag catching her eye, well her dream bag really. She has had it plastered all of her Pinterest board and was just in love with it. She carefully ran her fingers over it, heart sinking as she checked the price tag and instantly retracted her hand, feeling wrong for touching it, so she just stood and admired.

“Okay darling, what do you think?”

The girl jumps at the sudden voice, pulling her back to reality and she turns to look at him as he is standing directly behind her, a large smirk covering her face as she takes in his appearance.

He struck a few poses, blushing a few moments later after some staff members noticed before shyly standing straight, giving her a quick twirl as he was dressed in grey wool trousers and a pattered sweater.

“You look so handsome.” She softly smiled, reaching her hand up and rubbing her hands over the material, “its really soft... I love it, absolutely perfect for you.”

“Thank you angel... now you go pick something to try on.”

***

After Harry trying on a few different outfits, and him forcing her to try on a dress (which she didn’t end up getting for obvious reasons), they were headed for check out, Y/N helping him carry his items to the counter where they both stood, her eyes widening at the price growing and growing.

“Hey Y/N, you wanna grab some smoothies from next door and I’ll meet you there and we can head back to my place?” He suggested, handing over the place pair of trousers, “I’ll be right there, gonna get the car pulled up.”

“Okay!” She happily smiled, “The usual?”

He nodded and gave her a quick kiss and she was off, entering the overly priced smoothie place nearly a minute later, quickly ordering their drinks and waiting over to the side.

A few minutes later they called her name, giving her the drinks and she left with a quick thank you, a smile covering her face when she sees Harry in the car pulled up outside, running over to the car with a smile and happily hoping into the passenger seat, handing him his drink with a kiss on the cheek.

He gave her a happy smile, stuck in a daze as he stared at the girl, a large dopey grin glued on his face.

“What?” She laughed, cheeks turning pink as she started buckling her seatbelt, “Why are you staring at me?”

“Just so in love with ya, sunshine.” He grinned, leaning over and giving her a long kiss before pulling back, switching the gear of the car and driving off.

She blushed, giggling to herself as he kept stealing glances at her throughout the drive back, “Look at the road!” She laughed, covering her face, “I love you but right now is not the time to stare, you’re gonna kill us.”

He grabbed her hand closest to him, bringing it to his lips with a quick kiss before seating it down on the armrest between them, holding it there for the rest of the drive.

Soon enough they were back at Harry’s, him grabbing the bags before she could so she just carries in both smoothies, scurrying in close behind him, following him into his bedroom where he starts putting away his new clothes.

“Darling, could you grab what’s left in that last bag please?” Harry called out from his closet, putting away his new sweaters and trousers.

“Of course!” She called back, walking over to it as Harry sneaks out of the closet, watching her reach into the bag.

She kneeled onto the bed, reaching into the deep white bag and her eyes widen at the feeling of leather, rather than the soft feeling of fabric, eyes looking up and meeting Harrys as he leaned against the inside of the doorway with a smirk, raising his eyebrows at her as if to urge her to keep going.

She shakily wrapped her fingers around the handle and pulled it out of the bag, an audible gasp escaping her as she quickly looked up at Harry, a proud grin covering his pink lips.

“H-Harry.” She shakily began, shaking her head as the images of the price tag overwhelm her memory.

“I’ve been seeing ya look at it online and when we went in the store last, then again today so I just had to get it for you my love.” He explained, walking over and sitting next to her on his bed, “Do you like it?”

She shook her head rapidly, dropping the purse onto the bed and covering her face as tears filled her eyes, knees pulling to her chest. Confused, Harry instantly took her into his arms as he got the complete opposite reaction than what he was expecting.

“I-Is it the wrong color? Shape?” He began, “We can take it back-“

“It’s too much!” She interrupted, “It’s so expensive! You cant keep… keep spending this money on me its not fair! I’ll never be able to repay you, we have to return it.”

“Repay me? That is not what this is about, I got this for you because I am in love with you and I wanted to get you something that you’ve been wanting for a long time. You’re always working so hard, Y/N. I wanna spoil you.”

She brought the back of her hand back up to her eye, wiping away her tears before looking up at Harry, heart breaking at the dejected face he was making. The girl leaned into him, arms going around his shoulders as his meet her waist, pulling her onto his lap, moving her hair out of the way and kissing her shoulder.

“Your love, Y/N…” He began, “is the most valuable thing you could ever give to me. All I ever want in this world is you and you alone, okay?”

She nodded, burying her face in the crook of his neck pressing a kiss to the warm skin before pulling back and looking into his eyes, “Okay.” She sniffled, “I-I’m sorry, I am- Thank you, Harry. I really am grateful, for everything, it’s just a little overwhelming.”

“I know you are, you don’t need to thank me angel. You got the sweetest little heart.” He chuckled, pressing quick kisses up her neck before leaning their foreheads together, “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, no gift can top that… Although I do really love those rings you gave me.”

“They’re no Gucci....”

“Hey! They’re my favorites.” He grumbled, fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her closer, kissing her softly, “I love you so much, more than you will ever know.”

“I love you so so so much, Harry. Even without the gifts or anything… you know that right?”

“I know.” He shyly smiles, heart growing in size as he knows the girl in his lap is the one he’s been dreaming about, “and I know you’re the best gift because you’re my soulmate, Lovie. You’re my forever.”

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even if it is, just for tonight | p. js

☌ genre: jisung x reader, slice of life(ish), fluff, angst?, high school!au? kinda.. i wouldn't say it's a college!au but it's the summer before you move to college, the mood is a teenage coming of age movie where the main characters sneak out and do things but like not illegal things yk, best friends to lovers because i'm a sucker for that!!, inspired by life is strange episode 3 + we go up era/the we go up mv teaser + the perks of being a wallflower, mentions of ex-boyfriend!jaemin, say hi to skater boy!renjun!!! also say hi to college boy!johnny!! they're more of a touch and go but they'd appreciate a hello :-)

☌ songs/playlist: 🎵(yes these go in order of the story,,, the most important songs though are "aint it fun by" paramore and "fallingforyou" by the 1975 and maybe "is there somebody who can watch you" also by the 1975)

☌ word count: 7.3k!!

☌ warnings: food mention, cursing, uhh breaking and entering? i wouldnt really say that but it's more off you jumping a fence and trespassing lol, also this is semi proof read lmao sorry

☌ author note: this is dedicated to my dear friend cam!! (@huangsilks) happy birthday i love you <333 here's a lil fic bc ur senior year got cut short and as much as i wish i could give it to you, i cant, and im so sorry about that. so take this fic in return <33 mwah // all i want to do is live in a teen coming of age movie is that too much to ask for? and that's on the media romanticizing your teenage years!

☌ disclaimer: this has no relation to htbah!jisung at all. this is a completely different universe. thank you.

─ 10:45pm;

The last day of summer vacation is always fun until you realize that the sun has started to set and the inevitability of tomorrow starts creeping into your thoughts.

So what were you doing on your last day (or night in this case) of summer? You weren't doing anything special, just looking through your room and going through the various photos you had put up on your walls, recalling past memories from your previous years in high school.

Tomorrow night you were leaving your small town and moving across the country to attend college. Needless to say you were excited to move away and get a fresh start but the one thing you weren't ready for was to say goodbye to everyone.

You didn't have a going away party like everyone else, you decided not to because that meant you were actually leaving. Though your bags were packed and your room was put together, it didn't feel like you were going to college. The realization hasn't hit yet, it just felt like another normal night. You were busy looking through one of the memory boxes you had in your room when you felt your phone buzz, indicating you've gotten a text.

[sungie: hey]

[sungie: wanna go on an adventure?]

[you: wtf? the sun set already, if i get caught i'm done for!]

[sungie: c'mon.. live a little]

[sungie: im picking you up in five, get ready :)]

Park Jisung. Your best friend since, well, since elementary. He's the boy who you grew up with, the boy who you happened to survive all of high school and middle school with, he's also the boy who happened to capture your heart doing the simplest things you could imagine.

He was your first crush, but not your first boyfriend.

He also happened to be the boy who was always there for you, no matter what. So if you were going to spend your last night in the town you grew up in, why not spend it with your best friend, Park Jisung himself?

Seeing as that he was already on his way, it left you with no choice. Grabbing the closest hoodie near you, you silently made your way to your front door where you slipped on your shoes before heading outside as quietly as you could.

It takes a few minutes before you see a familiar car pull up on your childhood street. Approaching the vehicle, you hear music playing that's only being muffled due to the windows that are rolled up and the doors being shut closed.

"Hey." He says lowering the volume as you open the door to his passenger seat. "Are you ready?"

"You're fucking insane." You snort as you buckle your seatbelt. "Wake up my whole neighborhood why don't you?"

"I mean.. Only if you want me too.." He teases, placing his hand on his car horn.

"Don't you dare!" You squeal, trying to grab his wrist before he could attempt to wake up your whole neighborhood. To no avail, you failed which resulted in a fit of laughter from him.

"C'mon. Live a little." He says once more before driving away from your. house, turning out of your neighborhood and onto the empty streets.

"Where are we going?" You ask, watching the streetlights pass by.

"It's a surprise."

"That's so ominous."

"I know."

"Could you at least give me a hint?" You whine.

"I'll give you one word."

"I'll take whatever I can get."

"Okay, the word is playground."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" You ask, shooting him a glare.

"Hey! you said you'll take what you can get, and I'm giving you one word." He defends.

"You're annoying." You mumble, turning away from him to look back out the window.

"So I've been told." He snorts, focusing his attention back on the road.

Your first stop of the night is the playground of your elementary school.

It was kind of unexpected because the last time you were here was probably when you attended school here, years ago. To be honest, you were expecting to be taken to the park near your house. The playground there was mostly abandoned due to all the kids on your street growing up, you would still see other children playing on the swings or sliding down one of the tube slides but those were on good days. Most of the time it was just empty.

"School?" You ask confused, watching as Jisung unbuckles his seatbelt and opens his door to step outside, you doing the same. "Jisung, we're way to big for this playground, you know that. Why are we even here?"

"You'll see." He says, grabbing your hand to drag you over towards the gate that they used to fence off the playground. ”Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" You ask, earning a wink in response. "Oh my god.. Jisung no!"

Before you could realize what was about to happen, the hand that Jisung was using to hold yours was now being used to help pull himself over the chain linked fence that lead to your school's playground. After successfully throwing himself over the top of the fence and landing on the other side with a light thud, he smiles at you. "Your turn."

"What the hell?! No way!" You protest. "I can't even climb a fence! You know this!"

"Actually. That's false." He confidently states, knowing he’ll win this argument. "You climbed a fence Junior year when you were hanging out with Johnny Suh and his friends."

"What? Who told you that?!" You exclaim.

"Just a little someone who's name begins with a little 'Ren' and ends with 'Jun.'" He says playfully, sending you a little wink.

"That brat!" You whisper yell. "That’s the last time I tell Renjun something.." You add, mumbling.

"So, your turn." He repeats, gesturing towards the gate in front of you.

"I can't believe I'm fucking doing this." You mumble before continuing to hoist yourself over the metal fence. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as Jisung’s, seeing as you almost lost balance trying to get down from the top resulting in Jisung having to catch you so you didn’t break an ankle or something.

"See? That wasn't so bad." He snorts, letting you go.

"I hate you." You scoff. "Why are we even here again?"

"I'm glad you asked." He says smiling, grabbing your hand once more. This time, instead of leading you to a fence you had to jump be brings you to a small play structure. It takes you approximately a minute for you to realize where you were and where he was taking you.

"Right here." He says pointing to a red tube slide. "Our first stop of the night. This is where we first met, remember? You practically shoved me down this slide because you wanted to go down it and I was in your way."

You chuckle as the first memory of you and your best friend plays. "Of course? How could I not remember? I got called into the office afterwards because some kid told one of the teachers that I was bullying you. To this day, I still don't know who told on me."

“It was Wendy, if you wanted to know.” He adds. “She told me after she told on you.” He shrugs.

“Of course it was..” You mumble, hopping up to sit against one of the bottom steps that led up to the slide.

"Is this what we came here for?" You ask, looking up at the boy who was currently climbing up the side of the playground structure.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" He yells loud enough for anyone in a five mile radius hear. Maybe it’s because of how quiet it is at this time of night, or maybe it’s because he just got louder whenever he was with you. But those were besides the point, if there were any cops around right now you two would definitely have gotten caught thanks to Jisung.

He makes his way to a safer spot, where he can jump down from the top of the playground. Despite the fact he moved you still scold him for his reckless actions. "Don't do that!! You’re going to get hurt! What happens when you jump off of something and finally break your ankle, hm?"

Jisung shrugs in response. "Well you see, it hasn’t happened yet. You can even check, I’m fine. It’s okay."

"You stress me out, you know." You scoff, turning away from him to walk towards the monkey bars that were once too tall for you, but now are nothing compared to your height.

"I know." He shouts from across the playground. Because of how quiet it was with just you two being there in the dead of night you could hear his footsteps along the playground structure. You could hear it creak every now and then, making you wonder if it was Jisung causing then noises of if it was just because of how old the structure is. You think about how long it's been here, how many children have played in the exact spots you were standing in and how many more will until they decide to finally remodel or get rid of it.

"It's been ages since I've been here." You whisper, running your hand along the cool, metal railing as you climb the short steps that lead up to the top, where Jisung was waiting for you.

"I know right? Do you remember this spot?" He asks, taking a seat on the platform, which barely has enough room for both of you. "We used to sit here and gossip about who we thought were cute in the fifth grade." He snorts.

"Yeah.. And when people tried to come up here you'd yell at them for the password." You laugh. "That was really fun. A simpler time." You add, going back replaying through some of your memories which were long forgotten.

For the next couple minutes you and Jisung just sit there, reminiscing to when you were both small children, where your only worry was your guy's spot on the playground being stolen.

“This is nice..” You think to yourself. “It feels the same, just like the good old days.”

"Uhm." Jisung coughs, getting your attention. "We better get going. There are more stops to go and well, we don't have all night do we?"

"Oh. Yeah." You sigh, not wanting to get up from your spot. "Where are we going now?" You ask.

"You'll see." He says, flashing you a grin.

You smile, rolling your eyes at the boy in front of you, who was now attempting (and failing) to slide down the slide in front of you.

"It’s not slippery anymore." He frowns.

"Well, yeah." You giggle, making your way down the same way you came up. "It's been years Sungie. What'd you expect?"

"I dunno. The same amount of slipperiness?"

"You're silly." You tease, lightly pinching his cheek. "Let's go." You’re about to walk away when Jisung grabs your wrist, stopping you from waltzing away to his car.

"Are you sure?" He asks. "You were kinda hesitant to jump a fence you’ll sure you'll be ready to do whatever else I have planned for tonight?" He teases.

"Depends." You hum. "Are we going to get into any kind of trouble?"

"That's up to us."

"Then of course I'm down." You say, dragging him back the way you entered.

─ 12:23am;

The next stop is in the city near your small town. To be more specific it's the rooftop of one of the many parking garages your city has. Jisung's car is the only car parked right now due to the time being nearly twelve thirty in the morning, and you just can't help but wonder why you spent the last half an hour driving to an empty parking garage.

"Okay Park Jisung, why are we here?" You ask, leaning against the railing to look outwards for any sign of reason.

"Well first of all, if you're looking for the reason why you're on the wrong side." He chuckles, leading you towards the opposite side of the rooftop. "And if you look to your left you'll see a small venue." He says in one of those touristy guide voices, earning a giggle from you.

"Hey! Isn't that where we-"

"Saw our first concert?" He cuts you off, finishing your sentence.

"Yeah.. I remember that night. We skipped school that day to make sure we made barricade." You snort.

"It was definitely worth missing a pop quiz and two weeks of being grounded." Jisung comments.

"You act like you didn't sneak out every night during those two weeks." You joke, lightly punching his arm.

He gives you a small pout and a fake "ow." in response. "Well, yeah?" He replies. "How else was I going to see my best friend?"

"Anyone ever told you you're annoying?" You ask rolling your eyes, leaving the edge of the rooftop to walk towards the center.

"Mmm." He hums, looking up to indicate that he was thinking. "I don't think so."

"Well, you are." You say before asking "So why the rooftop?"

"I'm glad you asked." He starts, pulling out a tiny speaker from his jacket pocket. "Remember how you said you were kinda sad that we haven't gone to a concert in a while?"

"Mhm."

"Well congratulations y/n l/n because here I have a tiny speaker that'll make it feel like we're having our own mini concert on the top of this garage building tonight!" He exclaims in a fake announcer voice.

Giggling, you smile at him before going along with the joke. "Oh wow? My own private concert? Right here? Right now? With the only relevant person in my life? How could I even think about passing that up!?"

Jisung snorts before handing you the wireless speaker, allowing you to connect your phone to it. The first song you play is "Ain't It Fun" by Paramore for the sole being of it being that song.

"Paramore?" Jisung asks, a bit confused on why you chose this song out of all things to play.

You smile at him before placing the speaker on the ground. Taking both his hands you say, "Jisung. It's fucking Paramore! Do you not remember this song? This is the one we used to blast on my speakers in my bedroom whenever we had a good day. I miss that. Now c'mon! Dance with me!" You giggle, dragging him away from the speaker and to an emptier spot in the parking lot. And so he does. It's not any choreography or anything, it's just you two jumping around on a rooftop to one of your feel good songs. A carefree moment to be exact, where it feels like nothing really matters anymore.

Jisung smiles, backing away from you to watch as you jammed your heart out. If anything, he would give everything just for you to have this moment forever. He knows how stressful life can be, not to mention how hard you worked just to barely make it into your dream school. He also knows how hard it is to feel alone, so he really isn't surprised that your chose thing song because it was your song. Jisung knows a lot more than you could ever know, so if it means he only has one night left to give you everything, then so be it.

Before you know it you watch as he runs towards you, engulfing you in a hug. Shocked, you try your best to look up towards the boy who had you in his arms. If you weren't this close to him you probably wouldn't have noticed the slight glossy look over his eyes, deciding not to touch on it for now and just accept the hug as the song fades into background noise.

"You're leaving tomorrow." Jisung whispers, before pulling apart from the hug, placing his hands on your shoulders. "You're leaving, tomorrow." He states once more this time, more softly while looking at you in the eyes. "You're gonna go off to some college and find a new, maybe get a new boyfriend, and even get a life of your own."

"You know I'll never replace you." You respond back, voice barely above a whisper. You were looking at the cement on the ground or the buildings that were only light being lit up by the various lights around or the night sky, which you definitely haven't seen in a while. You were looking anywhere, everywhere that wasn't your best friend, because you knew for a fact if you looked at him in this moment you would cry.

"But hey," You say speaking up, finally getting the courage to look him in the eye. "That all starts tomorrow. I'm still here right? We still have what? Like twelve hours? So let's make the most of it while we still can, okay?"

Jisung looks down at you before giving you a sad smile. "Actually it's seventeen hours." He sniffs, letting out a light laugh.

"Okay? So? I've got seventeen hours to spare, do you have seventeen hours to spare?" You ask, teasingly.

"You can have all my time in the world, y/n." Jisung replies, pulling you back into the hug.

"Glad to know." You giggle. "Because I'm willing to give you all of mine."

Soon enough the song ends and you hear the beginning of Fallingforyou by The 1975 start to play.

"Hey," Jisung whispers. "I- Uhm. You know this song reminds me of you?" He says.

"It's does?" You ask, voice muffled due to the fact you were speaking into his chest. "Why?"

"Oh god." He starts. "You can't make fun of me for this though." He says pulling away from the hug.

"I won't. I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

"Okay well.." He starts, walking away from you. "Here goes nothing.." There's hesitation in his voice and you can't tell if it's because what he was going to say would hurt you or if he just never planned on telling you. It's silent for a few seconds before he breathes in and let's out a sigh.

"I used to like you, y'know."

Though this is just the start of his sentence you wonder why it already began to hurt. Perhaps it could be because he started his thought off with 'I used to like you.' Used to, meaning not anymore.

"Back in the beginning of Sophomore year, when I saw that you started dating Na Jaemin I realized how much I liked you. And when I saw how much you were with him and how much fun you were having with him I couldn't help but wish that were me.. I couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if I figured out my feelings before you got with him. And even after you two broke up, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I just confessed to you, out of the blue."

"Is that so?" You ask, walking towards the boy who was now seated on the hood of his car.

"Yeah." He whispers, looking down so he didn't have to face you.

"Well, then I have a confession to make." You state, hoping onto the empty space next to him to take a seat. "I used to like you to."

"You did?"

"I did." You hesitantly state.

"Oh.." He whispers. "How long ago?"

"A while ago." You say softly. "I never wanted to risk anything because I didn't want it to affect our friendship. I didn't want to imagine what would happen if we ended up breaking up on a bad note. I didn't want to risk losing my best friend."

"Oh." He sighs.

"What do you think would've happened if we dated?" You ask.

"I dunno actually. I mean, I don't think much would really change.. We're already pretty close, and we basically act like a couple anyways. Just look at us right now." Jisung responds.

You didn't realize it but currently you were snuggled up against his side, with his arm wrapped around you. If Jisung didn't point it you probably wouldn't have noticed. "We do everything together, and we always bring each other gifts. We even went to prom together, remember?"

"Well yeah.. as friends."

"That's besides the point. I'm talking about how people see us y/n. Go ask anyone, Donghyuck thought we were dating."

"He doesn't count. Donghyuck thinks everyone is dating." You snort.

"Okay, then ask Renjun. The reason why he told me you jumped that fence was because he thought that Johnny was gonna steal you from me."

"He did?"

"Yeah. His exact words were 'You're girlfriend just jumped a fence to hang out with J. Suh and them. I'd be careful if I were you, Johnny's known to steal each other's girls.' You should've seen how confused I was and how awkward it was to explain to him that we weren't a couple." Jisung laughs. "He was so confused."

"He thought we were dating?"

"Yeah."

"Jisung." You state, looking up at him. "This is my last night here. And before you tell me to shut up and enjoy the moment I want to tell you one thing, okay? It's really really important to me and I feel like if I don't tell you this right now, I may never will."

"Geez, you're dramatic." He jokes. "What's so important anyways?"

"I still like you."

"Oh.." He whispers. "Oh? Wai-Wait. You still like me?"

You nod.

"Like.. like-like?"

"Yes, like like-like." You chuckle.

"O-Oh.."

There's a moment of silence before anyone says anything else. The only things making noise are the sound of distant cars that you hear drive by, along with the wind as it decides to pick up a slight breeze. Your phone is still playing music but you can barely hear it over your light breathing, which to you, sounds like the loudest thing on world. Your head is occupied with thoughts on why you decided to confess right now and Jisung is left trying to process what you just told him. It only lasts for a few seconds, a minute at most, but it feels like an eternity.

"Hey y/n?" He says softly. You snap your head up, looking towards him. Half of you is ready to hear whatever he has to say while the other half of you is worried that you just ruined everything with four little words. "Yeah?" You ask as your voice cracks a little.

"I still like you too."

"You do?"

"I do."

"So the question becomes, what are we?" You whisper, looking back down at the ground. "I leave tomorrow."

"That doesn't mean anything.." Jisung mumbles.

"What are you talking about? Yes it does. It means everything."

"No, it doesn't." He states, jumping off of his car hood to stand in front of you. "Think about it, you leave tomorrow right?"

"Yeah.."

"Well, like you said. You're still with me right now and we've still got-" He stops, taking a second to glance at his phone to check the time. "About sixteen and a half hours to spare.. So, why not make the most of it?"

"What are you implying?"

He sighs, taking a step closer to you to grab both your hands and pull you off his car hood himself. "Will you, y/n l/n, be my girlfriend? Even if it is, just for tonight?"

You squeeze his hands, unsure of what to say. Of course you want to say yes, this is one of the moments you've been waiting for! Something you never expected to happen! So why were you feeling so unsure?

Maybe it's because you knew this wouldn't last forever, or maybe it's because it was your best friend. Either way, each option had it's pros and cons. You just couldn't figure out which ones outweighed the other.

If you say yes, then you would've got to experience your long term crush being your boyfriend. But it also meant it would end in less than 24 hours, and what if you didn't want that? Sure long distance is an option, but would you be able to do it?

If you say no.. Then what would happen? Would tonight just end up awkward? You didn't want to pine after some boy for so long, and you sure didn't want Jisung to feel embarrassed, especially since both of you just confessed to each other.

So what do you say? You don't have all the time in the world to pick an answer.

"If I were to say yes.." You say, speaking up. "Do you promise nothing will change between us afterwards? Will we still be friends after that?"

"We can be friends." He says. "Or we can be more than friends. We can be whatever you want. I just want you to be happy."

You sigh, letting go of his hands, only taking a second to look at him.

"What?" He asks, moving to get closer to you.

"Nothing." You sigh. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"About.. us.. You know.. What are we going to do once the sun comes up?"

"Cry and then kiss some more?" He jokes, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

"Sungie.. I'm being serious. What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know, y/n. If I'm going to be honest I don't want to think about it either.. I didn't think that far ahead!"

"I know you didn't but we have to talk about it. It's bound to happen."

"What is?"

"Us.. breaking up.."

"You didn't even accept my offer and you're already thinking about us breaking up?" He asks. In his head it sounded okay, but by the look on your face he can tell it came off differently.

"What?" You ask.

"We could always do long distance y'know.."

"Sungie. Look at me." You sigh, looking at him in the eyes. "I'm moving across country and you're staying here, without me. What did you think was going to happen?"

"I didn't think anything was going to happen! I just wanted to spend one night with you as my girlfriend!" He yells, and you take a step back at the sudden volume change.

"You expected me to say yes?"

"No! Of course not! I didn't even plan any of this! I prepared for the worst, but then you brought up the whole liking thing and it just.. I don't know?! Gave me hope?"

"I don't know.. what'll happen when the sun comes up, y/n. I don't know what'll happen at all. I just want you to be happy.. and if that means we have to finish this night as just friends, then I'll be okay with that. We can pretend like nothing happened and we can just go on-"

"What if I don't wanna pretend like nothing happened?" You ask, cutting him off.

"What if.. I wanna say yes, but I'm just too scared to?"

"Why would you be scared?" He asks.

"Because.. if I do.. and this happens to be the best night of my life.. I don't want it to end."

"The answer I want to give you is, 'it doesn't have to end.' but that would just be a broken promise on my part." He sighs, giving you a sad smile. "But the answer I will give you is, we can make the most of it, but that's only up to you. So I'm asking you again, y/n l/n. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes." You sigh, nodding your head reluctantly.

He pulls you into a hug and even though it's just a hug, it's one of the best hugs you've ever experienced. It's more on the comforting side, which would explain why you felt warm and at home. But it different from the hugs you've shared before.

"So where are we off to now?" You ask, ready to officially start tonights adventure. It comes out more muffled due to the fact that you're still holding each other.

"You're so eager." Jisung pouts. "Can't we just stay like this for a while?"

"I suppose so.. It's nice."

─ 3:06am;

The third stop of the night is diner just a couple minutes away from your high school. It's open 24hours meaning you'd see students come here after dances and school events, two of them being you two. One of the convenient things about this place was that it also had a small arcade connected to it. Maybe it was just a marketing strategy, but it worked so this is where you spent the majority of your free time.

"Hungry?" He asks, pulling up in the parking spot in front of the entrance door.

"Why are we here?" You ask, glancing over at the radio to check the time. "It's three am.."

"So?" He asks. "Let me take you on a date. We can even share a milkshake if you'd like." He teases.

"How romantic." You snort.

"Y/n!! I'm being serious!" He whines. "Do you know how badly I've wanted to take you on a date here?"

"Well.. Technically we have gone on one, multiple to be exact." You claim.

"Oh yeah? Name them."

"Our study sessions for SAT's?"

"I meant a proper date! You call suffering together while we complain about the future a proper date?!" He exclaims.

"Okay then how about all the times we came here after a dance or sport event hmm?" You ask.

"Those don't count! We went as friends!"

"I like to count them as dates.." You admit. "After all, they're the best ones I've been on."

"Oh really?" He asks. "Better than the ones that Na Jaemin has taken you on?"

"Uh, yeah? Of course?"

"Take that Jaemin!" He exclaims, causing you to giggle.

"What's your deal with him anyways?" You ask, curious on what he has to say.

"Well.. he's the person I'm competing with, right? For best boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes. "It's not a competition. Besides, if it was, then you'd automatically win." You tease. "So are we going on a date or what?"

Jisung giggles. "Yeah. Let's go."

The diner is empty. There isn't anyone but a lone police officer, drinking a cup of what you assumed to be coffee; two girls who happen to look like they're on a date, and another boy, who seemed to be around you and Jisung's age, working on paper of some sort.

Taking your seat in a familiar spot you look past Jisung (who was seated in front of you) and out the window behind him. You still have a few more hours until the sun comes up, but seeing the moon slowly make it's way down hurts just a bit.

"Hey." Jisung says, drawing your attention back at him. "You zoned out a bit there, you're not falling asleep on me are you?" He teases.

"Pffft! You wish!" You say a little bit too loudly, earning a glare from the cop seated a few booths away from you.

"So about that milkshake.." You trail off. "What flavor did you get?"

"Strawberry."

You scrunch your nose at his answer. "Why?"

"I dunno." He shrugs. "It's pink, I thought it'd be romantic."

"You're cute."

"I know."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"I'll take it as one."

"I- Nevermind."

"Whaaat?"

"You're lucky you're cute."

"You think I'm cute?"

You scoff at him. "Of course I do."

"Ah, okay. Cause I think I'm cute too." He snickers.

"Hey!" You gasp, earning a light laugh from him.

"It's okay I think you're cute too." He says scrunching his nose.

You stick your tongue out at him, looking away to fake being upset.

"Ah boo hoo. Don't be like that."

You're just about to argue back when the waitress who took your order earlier places down the milkshake that Jisung ordered in the middle of you two. She also drops two straws on the table along with it. Both of you thank her and after she leaves you decide to ask Jisung a question.

"Hey Sungie?" You ask, ripping off the paper wrapping to your straw. "Why this place?"

"You're kidding me, right?"

With a smile, you shake your head no at his response and he lets out a sigh.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah!" You nod. "Why?:

"This is where I realized that I was in love with you."

It takes a second for you to process what he had just said. It doesn't hit you right away but the more that you think about it, the more you realize what he meant.

"O-Oh.. Here?" You ask, as if you were unsure of where you were.

He nods in response and watches as you try to put together the pieces of how he figured out he loved you.

"Why?" You ask. "It's not like we've done anything special here. The most we've done is come here after prom.. and the rest of the dances I guess, but prom is the only one that I can really think about."

He giggles. "It doesn't have to be a big event for it to mean something y'know. I realized I was in love with you the summer going into sophomore year. You remember how we came here that night? After I so happened to convince you to sneak out and come to the movies with me?"

"Duh!" You exclaim. "How can I ever forget that?! I had to climb out my fucking window for you, do you know how scary that was? And we had to walk all the way there because neither of us could drive yet!"

"Hey in my defense I said that Johnny could've driven us. You just didn't wanna get caught!"

You roll your eyes at him. "No. That is not why, and hey! Don't try to make this conversation about me! You're the one who's supposed to be explaining stuff right now!"

"Damn." He scoffs. "Ya caught me. Well, anyways, before I was rudely interrupted-"

"You're the one who asked me a question!" You defend.

Ignoring you, he continues. "You remember how we were sitting in this spot, complaining about sophomore year before it even started?"

You nod.

"Well you were going off on some kind of rant- I don't even remember what it was about- but you just kept talking and you didn't seem to notice that I wasn't listening because I was too busy admiring how you looked. Maybe it was because it was the middle of the night, and both of us were very much sleep deprived but for some reason, it just hit me. I don't remember what it was about you, but it was that moment when I realized 'oh my god. this is what it's like to be in love.' y'know? Like you're finally realizing what it's like to be in love with someone, rather than just loving someone. Do you get what I mean?"

You shake your head no.

"Oh c'mon!" He whines. "I can't be the only one who knows what I'm talking about! It's like finally realizing what all the love songs are about, it's just like.. some kind of feeling! And it was just different how I felt from you, being my best friend, and you, being the person I had a crush on. I don't know how to explain it.. but it was just.. amazing."

"Yeah?" You ask.

"Yeah." He nods.

"Is that so? Well.. then maybe I do know what you're talking about."

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You just did it."

"Wha- huh?! What did I do?"

"You're cute." You giggle.

"You weren't listening, huh?" He says, smiling.

"Nope! Not at all."

"So you do know what I'm talking about then?"

"Of course I do."

"You're so cute." He giggles.

"I know." You respond.

"I'm glad we agree."

─ 5:22am;

The last stop of the night is some place familiar. You didn't expect this location as much as you did others, so when Jisung decided to park here you didn't know what else to say.

"We're at.. your place?"

"Yeah." He nods, walking towards the gate that lead to his backyard.

"We're not going inside?" You ask, confused on where you were going.

"Pffft. Inside? Why would we go in there? Now c'mon, let's go."

Following Jisung into his backyard is nice. You see a lot of roses and plants that hug the side of his house. As you continue to walk you get various memories from when you two would hang out back here, before you got bored and decided that there was more to the world than Jisung's backyard.

"Okay. Do you want to go first? Or do you want me to?" He asks once you reach a ladder that lead to the roof of his house.

"You chose a ladder?" You whine. "Why didn't we just climb out one of your windows or something?"

"Because y/n!" He teases. "Where's the fun in that? Besides we've already done that before, why not do something different tonight?"

"You mean climb a ladder to sit on your roof instead of climbing out your bedroom window like we normally do?"

"See you do get me! That's exactly what I'm saying." He exclaims. "Now c'mon, up we go!" He smiles.

It's nicer than you expected. You don't know how or when he did it but he already had not one, but two blankets prepared. You assumed he put it here before he left to pick you up or he just asked one of your friends to leave them here. Judging by the fact that they didn't feel freezing cold, and that the ladder was already propped up to the side of his house when you got here, you assumed he asked Renjun or Jeno to leave them here.

"So.." You start.

"Please don't ask why I chose my own house." He jokes.

"Okay well first of all, I wasn't." You defend. "I was gonna ask what are we doing on your roof at five in the morning, but now that you mention it.. Why did you choose your house? We could've gone to so many other places."

He gives you a confused look, allowing you to ask, "What?"

"Please tell me the second question was a joke." He sighs.

You give him a smile and he pats the empty spot next to him, signaling for you to take a seat.

"Okay y/n, since you wanna know so badly, I'll tell you, yeah?" He asks, clearly annoyed at the fact that he chose his own house for gods sake.

You giggle. "You don't have to answer it you know. I know why."

"Okay, then I'll ask you. Why?"

"Because," You tease in a sing-songy voice. "Where else would we have gone? Technically, we started tonight at my place so why not end it with yours? We've spent a significant amount of time together, right?" You ask and he gives you a nod in return.

"Exactly. So it would just make sense that we have two halves of one whole, right? You pick out the places, and I bring back the memories. Right?" You explain.

"Congratulations. You've figured it out."

"Of course?" You giggle.

"Do you wanna know why we're up here though?" He asks.

"Yeah sure, why not?"

"It's because we can see the sunrise better from here. Yeah we used to just sit on the roof and talk in the middle of the day, or we'd watch the sun set, but we've never really watched it rise together before, y'know?"

"Really?" You ask. "Are you sure about that? We've pulled all nighters together before!"

"Yeah but one of us is either half asleep or just not paying attention."

"Hmm. I guess you're right about that." You hum.

"Do you promise we'll get a pretty sunrise?" You ask.

"Christ y/n. I don't control the weather! Who do I look like, mother nature?"

"Hey, mother nature is badass!" You scold. "She could literally end everything right here, right now."

"I suppose so." He hums, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer to him. You rest your head against him and for a while you two just sit there in silence, no words just being said. Just the sounds of your breathing plus some birds chirping due to the current time. It's nice and comfortable. It feels like home.

You feel yourself about to start falling asleep when Jisung starts talking.

"I'm really gonna miss you.. y'know." He sighs, turning his head to look at you. If he didn't know you any better he'd think you actually fell asleep, it's only the sound of you humming the word "yeah?" that informs him you're still awake.

"What's the thing you're gonna miss most about me?" You ask.

"You expect me to chose one?" He asks, only earning another hum in response.

"Okay.. Well.. For starters, I'm going to miss seeing you everyday. I'm gonna miss not being able to text my best friend 'hey let's hangout today' and then just sitting in my room playing Mario Kart with you for the next three hours. I'm gonna miss your little roasts that you'd pull on me whenever I do anything stupid. I'm gonna miss our boba runs we used to have each week. I'm gonna miss causing chaos on the rest of our friends because how else are they going to prepare for trouble if there isn't two of us? There's so many things that I'm gonna miss about you that I could just go on and on about but we don't have enough time for that." He sighs.

"Really.. I'm just gonna miss you."

A second passes before Jisung decides to speak up again. "Are you gonna miss me too?"

"That's a silly question." You sigh. "Of course I am dummy. You expect me to not miss you? What am I gonna do without my partner in crime? My best friend and technically my boyfriend? You expect me to move across country and not miss you at all? Are you insane?!"

"Only a little." He jokes, earning a light punch from you.

"If I could take you with me I would."

"So why don't you?"

"Where are you gonna live? My fucking closet? I can't let you do that, you'll get too cramped in there." You joke.

"I guess.." He pouts.

"So.. What's gonna happen.. between us?" He asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we're watching the sun rise, aren't we?"

"I guess.. I just didn't expect it to fly by that fast.." You mumble.

Another moment of comfortable silence passes before either of you say anything. This one lasts for about ten minutes, fifteen at most, with the only sounds being your shallow breathing catching your attention. It's comforting, just being like this. Laying on Jisung's side while having his arm wrapped around you and a blanket hugging you both. The wind picks up a breeze every now and then making you shiver a bit due to the lack of warmth but that only makes you snuggle closer to Jisung in hopes of stealing his body heat.

"Thank you.. for tonight." You whisper. "It's all I could've asked for."

"I'm really glad you liked it. I'm just happy I got to spent time with you before you left." He chuckles.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"Yeah?"

"So much."

The sunrise is pretty. It's one of the best ones you've seen in your entire life. It consisted of pinks, and yellows, and a little bit of purple. Though there were wispy clouds in it, it was like the earth was telling you it's okay to move on and go. Some may say it would be a perfect way to end a beautiful night, or in your case, the perfect way to say goodbye.

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skynight0012 · 3 years

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Jealous?

Knockout x human reader

Knocky gets a bit mad and jelly🤭

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"Thanks knockout." You thanked your boyfriend as you exited his vehicle mode. "Anytime sweetspark." As you walked away you called over your shoulder. "If you dont pick me up after school I'm going to my friends house!" Ya about that. Last time he forgot to pick you up, and you ended up staying at your friends without telling him, and he had a literal spark attack he almost started crying when he saw you.

He revved his engine before taking off leaving a pile of dust. As you continued to walk over to the door you saw the popular guys of the school, sitting at the wall. One in particular was watching as you walked by, making you uncomfortable. You didn't really have a popular group, just you and your friends, which you were completely fine with. "Y/n!" Your friends called out your name as he/she saw you. "That's a nice car you have there, who's is it?" You blushed. You hadn't actually told them that you were dating someone, so you were preparing to have an ear full. "Well, it um, it's my boyfriends." ".......WHAT!!!" Oh no...

Time skip

Well that was lovely. All your friends were bothering you with questions upon questions. Which you sometimes answered to. I mean what were you supposed to tell them. 'Ya I'm dating a giant alien robot that is billions of years older than me and has been at war for eons.' Ya, that would not end well. Anyhow the day is almost over and you couldn't wait to get out of here. All you could think about was if knockout would remember to pick you up. I mean you didn't mind going to your friends, it has been awhile since the two of you had a sleepover, but you just wanted to know that he didn't forget.

Ring!!

And theres the bell. You packed all your things and made your way to the front foyay(I cant remember how to spell it) and walked out the door. You felt relief wash over you when you saw the red Aston Martin parked in the parking lot. You started walking over to him, when you noticed that the exact same guy from this morning was following you. Just as you made it to knockout he spoke up. "Hey cutie." You looked at him. 'Cutie??' "Do you wanna, go out sometime?" "Uh- I-im sorry but I'm already dating someone else." His expression changed to one of annoyance. "And you expect me to believe that?" Suddenly knockout spoke up. "Well you best believe it-" his door opened to reveal a nice looking man with red eyes and strawberry hair. ",because I'm her boyfriend." He growled. You blushed as he pulled you close to his muscled body and glared at the guy. "Oh! I-im sorry.." He took off probably embarrassed that he had said those things in front of your boyfriend, but you weren't complaining. Knockout took you to the passenger side and opened the door for you. You hopped in and watched as his hollow form fizzled away and the engine turn on. The drive was quiet, but you didnt want to say anything. You could feel the anger coming off knockout.

When you both arrive at the nemesis and med bay, you put all your things down, and squeaked when you felt something slide around your body. Knockout had put both of his hands behind your body to he was holding you like if he were holding water. You looked up at him with wary eyes."Knockout??" Without any warning he took your lips on his and kissed you passionately making you moan in surprise. He pulled away and shoved his face into your body so that his head was squished up against your stomach area. You giggled at the ticklish sensation when he nuzzled his head as far as possible murmuring death threats and saying mine over and over again.

You didnt know he could get this jealous.

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UwU

#knockout #tfp #transformers #jealousy

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zuffer-weird-girl · 3 years

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Hauting existence (Chapter one)

Summary: She lived with a negletful life, choosing one way to survive this despicable kind of life, disowing her own name to something she decided to take as her own name, “ Tsuyoi”, meaning of strenght. So this way she could at least have someone to count on, herself. While him had the good luck, born on a hateful and abusive familybut adopted by a kind yet strict agricultor... raised with morals.

Funny thing how these two actually manage to know each other

Chisaki Kai x reader

Warnings: I will see only if the feedback of this fic is good to continue, if not oh well that’s life. It contains beating, mental and physical abuse, curse words, prostitution, sexual assaultt and rape... need I say no more?

either way, enjoy.

You closed the door of the man’s car with a laugh. Winking at him as he cursed under his breath at receiving a call from a woman, probably from his wifem you didn’t doubt it.

“Best reply your sweatheart~!” You giggled at his desperation as he drove the car far away from the post. Adjusting the wig in your head as you walked until the street, being greeted by your “friends” as they whistled and looked at you getting to your usual “spot” as always.

“Rough shift tonight huh?” you heard a femine voice from beside you as you rolled your eyes and smirked at her.

“Kussaku-san.” You greeted as the older woman snickered and poked your shoulder with her fist.

Those weren’t your given names... Yet, no one would ever know your name as far as you et them. Kussaku could be Akemi-san while in day as she took care of her teenager son... a ngrateful one for that matter. She was ony a bit older than you but sadly worked on the same breadwinner as you...

“How many did that old man gave to you for one round?”

“Bastard is a married bussines man, so I charged him triple.” You waved the bills at her face as she laughed in shock.

“You’re such a evil little thing!”

“I do it for survival, just like all os us.” You spoke more seriously as the others left the place, leaving you and Kussaku to chat a bit until no “clients” apperead...

“If no more appear I’ll have to get back home with only 500 yen...” The older woman sighed and you had the slightest pity over her until she adjusted her purse on her shoulder “I have to get goin’ see ya Tsuyoi!”

You snorted, supporting your weight on only one leg as you watched the cars pass bu the street... A van got closer and stopped by the gas station... You arched an eyebrow up until you saw a man getting out of the car, tall and buff frame with a mask on; the color of his hair was an oak and what caught your attention the most was the gold in her eyes. You smirked, bitting your bottom lip as you walked elegantly towards the man, ocasionaly wiggling your hips.

Supporting your self on where the man was picking some gas fro his car you smile devilsh.

“Heyy~” You purred, finally catching the attention of the guy as he looked down at you. One of his brown eyebrows up. “Wanna have a goo time handsome, for such a full course meal I will only charge the tiniest bit.” You licked your lips while looking up and down at his body, adoring how even despite him having a mask on how embarresed he got at your words, yet still stuck on the same stoic expression.

“My apologies, not interested.” He placed the cash on the balcony and gave you one look before leaving, you furrowed your eyebrows before trailing after him.

“No? Well, maybe is because you don’t want to dissapointed your wifey or girlfriend then?” You snorted as he stoppe, but soon got shocked when he gave you a look over his shoulder.

“Pardon. I guess maybe someone cant take “no” as an answer?”

You frowned and scoffed at how his cheeks liften up slightly, showing that dammed smirk beneath that mask of his.

��Full of yourself.” You mumbled as he rolled his eyes and got in his car as you chuffed, knocking on his window. “At least give me a ride back home will ya?”

The man looked at you with a deappan look, before sighing and unlocking the passenger door as you chuckled in victory and got in despite his annoyed look as he drove.

“Not much of a talker daddy’s boy?” You smirked from your seat, seing how his gloved hand tighten on the wheel as he breathed in and out slowly.

“Usually I dont give rides, esoecially for, well, your type of person.”

“uhuhuhu!” You laughed in sarcasm at his words “I poked at the sting didn’t I??”

Although your lips parted in shock as a chuckle escaped hismouth looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

“I know what you’re got. And let me explain that was not what I meant, I usually don’t give rides for strangers... idiot.” He snorted at your scoff and continued driving. “You have a name?”

You looked at him with a devilish smirl, so maybe he was interested...

“Tsuyoi.” you almost purred your name as he scoffed.

“I meant your real name idiot.”

“Oi! More respect towards my name will you?! You got a problem with my name so say it instead.’

“Is a adjective this, not a name.”

“Well mister gramatic, is MY NAME.” you talked back as he pinched his nose with one hand as the other stayed tight on the wheel.

How much would you will be owning to that guy for this..?

“Where do I drop you off anyway?” you didn’t catched his wordsas you saw a car getting too close to your liking, and even before you could even coment something the car got in the side of the man, and hitted with such a brute force that made you scream and the car to fly out of the street. You heard the man shouting a curse as the car rolled in the dirt as you were throw out of it and landed on the grass with a groan,

“Fuck...” You groaned, touching a place on your fprehead and wincing, seing the fred velvet fluid on your fingers... You looked behing you and saw a masked man throw some liquid in the car and a bit on the grass from a safe distance before you widened your eyes at when them took a phosphor and dropped into the ground before walking away.

You cursed and got up from the grass to gasp at seing the man still on the car, passed out.

“SHIT!” you screamed and took off your heels to get to the upside down car and try to take off the seat bell out “MAN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WAKE UP!“

Unknown to you was that you lost your wig and your truly hair fell as you shaked him and pulled the seat bell, wakening him up as he groaned before widening his eyes at seing you, how beautiful he found you on your true nature and how much you looked like a.. a

“Angel..?” he muttered as you screamed and begged him to move.

“SIR PLEASE WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE IS GOING TO EXPLODE!” you cried as he finally come to his senses and strated t figet to get out.

‘I’m trying! Its stuck”“ he shouted as you panicked seing the fire getting close until you let put a gasp, grabbing a knife you always carried for protection on your abandoned purse and cuted the seat belt out of him as you pulled him out of the upsided down car.

“COME ON!” You grabbed his arm and pu on your shoulders as both of you tried to run, only to the explosion to happen, sending both of you straight to the ground.

You got up, looking mortified at the scene in front of you as the man besides you groaned and got promped into his his arms as his eyes widened.

“For the love of...” He mumbled as you looked at him.

Continue...?

“That will be all Chisaki-san.” the woman spoke while giving him a paper as he looked over at it, looking over his shoulder to see you were gone.

His feet moved on his own and found you at the exit of the hospital, not getting why he finally got to breath again at seing you standing there.

“You seem like a magnet for trouble.” He sighed as you looked at him before rolling your eyes.

“I can say the same for you... The van was yours, I could have died because of you, ya know?” You mumbled as he stood tall besides you with a arrogant aurea that surely pissed you off to no ends.

“Yet you didn’t.” He spoke nonchantly, hands stuffed on his jacket as he mantained looking at you, until you clenched your teeth and snapped.

“Stop staring at me like that!” You shouted as he remained unfazed by your attics “ If you got nothing to pay for it or to complain about it so just leave dammit!”

“Can’t a person just look at something because is beautiful?” You gagged in your words at hearing him speak so nonchantly before seeing him, even witha patch up on his forehead still looking so good and beutiful, smirking, fucking smirking at you “Cat got your tongue brat?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and pointed a finger at him as you spilled acid with your words.

“Listen, you little shit. Just because you paid for my consultation to see if I had any broken bones doesn't mean you can at least have the fucking audacity to talk to me like that, did you hear me right?” you growled as he glred back at you, but soon a snort came out.

“Whatever you say.. brat.” You scoffed and marched your way away from him as he looked at you “To your concern, my name is Chisaki, Chisaki Kai... a true name. Hope to see you around.. Tsuyoi.” you could hear the snicker behind his voice as you flipped him ff and got on your way home.

If only you knew you would be crossing paths with this misterious man again...

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zombieratt · 4 years

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Alright so forewarning this is LONG as FUCK specifically because i came up with this idea in early high school and was just today POSESSEd By the Spirit Of Musical Theatre to put it to paper— er Tumblr.

So without further ado:

DEAR EVAN HANSEN BUT EVAN ISNT A TERRIBLE PERSON AND CONNOR LIVES.

the beginning is the same, canon diverges just after waving through a window.

*this ended up getting written is script format? i also just sorta ignore alana’s whole exsistance bc in this version of the play she’s unnecessary*

In the moments before he talks to Connor evan decides to omit Zoe from his letter, having resolved himself to move on from her. (instead of being a hella creep.)

Connor: “dear Evan Hansen,” what are you writing letters to yourself? *he laughs*

Evan: its, uh, its for my therapist. its just a stupid little assignment that she says is supposed to help me process my feelings or— uh or something

Connor: hm. here. * hands Evan the letter*

Connor: your cast. no one’s signed it.

Evan: uh no. no one has.

Connor: gotta sharpie?

Evan: huh?

Connor: gotta sharpie? im gonna sign it.

Evan: *handing the sharpie to Connor* w- whuh uh why?

Connor: *shrugs* feels right.

Evan: i wish i could do that

Connor: what?

Evan: UH, IMEAN—

Connor: no wait- dude.

Evan: i mean uh, i meant that i wish i could just be, y’know impulsive like that.

Connor: Why Cant you be?

Evan: i uh, my heads pretty messed up, and stuff like that just, makes it worse i guess.

Connor: well theres some thing we have in common— were both fucked up in the head.

*the bell rings*

Evan: oh shoot! i missed the bus—

Connor: i’ll give you a ride.

Evan: are you sure i mean i can walk its not far-

Connor: all the more reason, i probably have to pass it on my way home anyway, cmon.

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they meet Zoe in the parking lot

Zoe: I have Late practice today

Connor: whatever, gotta passenger.

Zoe: who the fuck would be crazy enough to trust your ability to drive?

Evan *being Brave*: Me Apparently?

Zoe: Uh, Evan Right?

Evan: yeah, uh, yeah.

Zoe *holding her hand out to be shaken*: i’m Zoe, we’ve met though right?

Evan wipes his hand on his shirt and shakes it: yeah, uh, nice to formally meet you, Zoe.

Zoe: i’m off, don’t kill him stoner.

Connor: i wont Princess

Evan breathing heavy: that was,, an eventful ten minutes.

Connor: oh fuck— you cool? or—

Evan: Panic Attack.

Connor: Right, uh

Connor: can you get in the car?

Evan: yeah

*car nonsense*

Connor: Can i start driving or do you want me to wait

Evan: Distractions are good,, Can Uh, Can you Talk about Stuff?

Connor: What stuff!??

Evan: any Stuff!

Connor: Is Zoe okay??

Evan: Sure?!

Connor: Uhh we don’t get along as well as we used to?

we were really close as kids, shes a huge asshole now but *fully venting now*

i kind of miss it you know? having someone to talk to and care about— and i still care about her— but its scary and i always fuck it up! not to mention the fact that our parents hate me— make her see me as some alien and not just a fucked up kid who wants to talk and — (more ranting that i dont feel like writing, but its a whole monologue bro)

Evan: Connor

Connor snaps his mouf shut: yeah

Evan: thanks

Connor: oh that, uh actually helped?

Evan: yeah focusing on your voice and whats real and stuff— it makes a difference.

Neither of them noticed that Connor was just sort of Driving. they end up at the park where in canon Connor commits Sewer-slide.

Evan: i didn’t know there was a park here.

Connor: huh, oh, yeah i guess i just sorta auto piloted, i come here to think.

Evan: About stuff?

Connor: Yeah, Stuff.

*the convo lulls*

Connor: do you have a laptop?

Evan: no, i uh, i left it at home? why?

Connor: give me a second

Connor walks to the car and grabs his back pack out of the back seat

Evan watches Quizzically from the swing-set

Connor pulls out a Sketch Pad and Pen, flipping to a clean page.

Connor: So tell me how to write one of those letters of yours.

Evan: uh, well you start like any other letter- just addressing it to yourself

Connor writing: Dear Connor Murphy,

Evan: and uh, my first one was supposed to be about my ideal summer vacation? since i started in middle school- but you don’t have to—

Connor: thats perfect.

Connor starts to sing for forever,

eventually Evan joins in there is a minor gay moment where they’re holding hands face to face.

the song ends with Connor hugging Evan.

Evan: its- its pretty late.

Connor obviously crying: just— just a couple more minutes.

Evan lets go and grabs Connors sketch book of the ground, closing it and handing it off to him: then how about this, labor day weekend- we actually go.

Connor: what are you talking about?

Evan: being spontaneous?

Connor: o-okay.

and it cuts to black.

theres a small montage here, as the set changes to Connor and Evans bedrooms

sincerely, me is a lament in this context, Connor and Evan are duetting from their respective rooms, writing to themselves.

(the lyrics are completely different and i will not be writing them here because thats too much fucking effort.

but they’re duetting from their bedrooms about making a connection to another person, feeling seen, for the first time. what it felt like and how they really want to keep it up but are afraid of making a mistake and ruining it.

its got some themes of waving thru a window, and a little bit of for forever, but its still largely the same notes just in a different key.)

after wards, Zoe knocks on Connors door to tell him dinner is ready to find him peacefully asleep.

requiem is the same, Zoe sees Connor as Dead to Her instead of actually dead, so some of the wording changes, so and so about how a monster doesn’t deserve peaceful rest etcetera.

school day happens, Connor doesn’t die, but the hot goss is that everyone saw Connor and Evan go home together after school, jared makes a shitty homophobic joke to Evan and Evan kind of tells him off about it. they argue and it culminates in Evan saying “well god forbid I’m friends with someone who isn’t YOU!” or smth like tht and it hits jared right the fuck at home man.

Connor says from the side lines: damn that was pretty hard core dude.

Evan: you have, no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that.

Connor honest to god l a u g h s, theres a number of people who hear it and lose their shit, Zoe being one of them: i have a pretty good idea, wanna get some lunch?

Evan: yeah, sure.

this general routine continues until labor day weekend, when they plan to go on their little escape. theres a short scene of Connor leaving the house with his keys and a backpack.

Connors mom confronts Zoe about his oddly upbeat attitude and hows he’s seemed differently lately Zoe Shrugs but decides to investigate his room.

she finds the letters. the first one is for forever, the theme plays as she reads it frantically, and is signed “Sincerely me (connor murphy)” so she knows its him, i f i could tell her begins but its a real duet between Connor and Zoe and at the end she resolves to try harder to connect to him.

Evan sings disappear to Connor after breaking into a formerly public park, in this context its him confessing that he broke his arm attempting su!c!de. Connor records it, for personal reference.

jared hacks Connors phone and steals the video, posting it to yt, in an effort to ruin their friendship.

Evan and Connor get in a little fight about it, and in the meantime Evan is called to the school to give an assembly because hes a phenomenal speaker and Disappear got like 1000000 views over night.

Zoe and Connor bond a little bit in a short scene before the assembly

Zoe: wheres Evan what happened?

Connor: Kleinman Did!

Zoe: what?

Connor: Why Do you care?

Zoe: because! you look happy around him!

Connor: i, i do?

Zoe: yeah? he could tell the worst joke ever written and you’d crack up. i haven’t heard you laugh like that in years Connor, maybe ever.

Connor: oh.

Zoe: Come back inside?

Connor: y, Yeah.

they all perform You Will Be Found together.

end act 1.

(no more dialogue from here i got tired)

to break in a glove is Connor’s dad trying to reconnect with him, it goes mediocrely, but Connor feels like hes being seen by his dad for the first time in years. its said in metaphors, but this is Connors dads way of saying that if Connor is willing to put in the work, so is he. they hug at the end, things are looking up. some talk of therapy is sprinkiled in the dialogue as they walk of stage together.

Only Us is Evan and Connor saying that they saved each other. its loosely romantic, as its a love song, but they don’t out right say that they’re in love or anything, they don’t know if theyre ready for that. its a promise. the song ends with Connor finally apologizing for pushing Evan over at the beginning of the show.

good for you is sung by jared only, as a power ballad, about losing people you didn’t treasure. its his attempt at an apology, but it ultimately fails, since jared is unable to take responsibility for his own actions. this is where jared and Evan go their separate ways.

Evan’s mom comforts him, as he sings words fail, which is about specifically jared, and how their rocky friendship is ruined and Evan pegs himself as the cause, instead of parents or perfect girl he uses metaphors that apply to best friends— maybe more. and talks about how he didn’t try, he was happy so he ignored that jared was hurting, and how that was really shitty of him. but instead of it being a generally somber song the end is lighter, because Connor is there— waving through his front window.

Evans mom sings So Big/So Small as Evan steps out the front door to embrace Connor and they mime talking about jared, hug and take hands. the house moves off stage in preparation for the finale.

Connor and Evan open the finale saying each others names, and sing it together as the test of the cast (minus jared) joins in, Evans mom taking his hand and Zoe Taking Connors, Evans mom the Murphys and Zoe break off to the back where Evan and Connor finish the final “all i see is sky for forever” while looking into each others eyes, and finish the musical by embracing (maybe kissing if thats ur jam).

#dear evan hansen #deh #connor murphy #evan hansen #zoe murphy #musicals #broadway #deh rewrite i guess?#this is more like the outline of a fic i’ll never write #kd.txt #i was posessed to write this #tree bros

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falcqns · 3 years

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Baby Bird

Summary: Something bad happens to Adela’s mom, and she goes to two former Directors for help.

Warnings: blood, kidnapping,

Chapter One:

Adela couldn’t be more thankful when her Psychology class was finished. As much as she loved the class, she had had a bad feeling about going that day, and it had yet to subside. The stress of making sure her grades were high enough to get into the police academy certainly wasn’t helping either. Her phone vibrated, and she pulled it out to see a text from her best friend, Kariesha.

‘Agriculture running late, wanna meet up after dinner and hang for a bit?’ it read. Adela smiled, and texted back that she’d see her then, and to text her when she was ready. She tried calling her mom Bobbi, and her step dad Hunter, both who didn’t pick up. She thought nothing of it, and continued on her journey home.

She noticed a black van pulling out of the apartment complex parking lot, and once again, thought nothing of it. She grabbed her things as soon as her car was parked and headed inside with the full intention of watching Friends until dinner time. Those plans were shattered, however, as soon as she saw the apartment.

It was covered in blood. There was blood on the floor, on the couch, on the walls, even on the ceiling. She dropped her things and called Kariesha.

“Hey, what’s up? I just got out of class,” She said, but before she could say anything else, Adela cut her off. “Somethings wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” Kariesha said.

“My mom and dad aren’t picking up their phones, and the apartment is covered in blood.” She rasped out, the fear and shock hitting her, causing her emotions to boil over. “I-I think something bad happened.”

She heard rustling of Kariesha’s car keys. “I’m on the way. Stay on the phone with me.”

Adela nodded as the tears began to pour down her face. “Ok-kay,”

“Did you check the security cameras?”

“N-no, but I will,” Adela said, and ran to her parents room, where the security camera monitor was. She logged in, and all her breath left her body when she watched the latest footage.

Her parents were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when some men in all black busted through the door, and held her parents at gun point. She watched as they immediately tried to take down who Adela could only assume to by Hydra. Adela watched as her mother glanced around the living room and kitchen for her batons, before realizing they were in her bedroom, and she had to fight without them.

“Adela? What’s happening?”

Adela put the phone on speaker. “T-they got attacked! I think it was Hydra but I dont know. They tried to fight them off but mom didn’t have her batons, so all she could do was hand to hand combat. Hunter tried too, but they got him.” Adela sobbed out. “They got mom too. They dragged them out of the apartment!”

She heard Kariesha stop the car, and get out before running. “Okay, I’m on my way. Stay where you are!” Kariesha said, and moments later, she bust through the bedroom door where Adela was, her eyes pinned to the monitor. She ran over and wrapped her arms around her. “We have to call the police.” To which, Adela immediately protested.

“No. We cant call the police,” She pulled out of Karieshas embrace, and wiped her tears. “Help me! Mom told me that if something like this ever happened, my S.H.I.E.L.D. file would tell her everything I needed to know. My health records, birth certificate, important contacts, all of them. We should contact Coulson.”

They started to move around the room, and look for the file. Kariesha started in the closet, while Adela pulled her mothers batons out from under the bed. ‘Might need those at some point,’ she thought to herself. She felt around under the mattress, and found a yellow folder with her name on it.

“I got it!” She told Kariesha, and they sat on the floor and opened it up.

Adela Morse

Mother: Barbara “Bobbi” Morse

Father: Clinton “Clint” Barton

Step Father: Lancelot “Lance” Hunter

Parents Maritial Status:

Bobbi Morse, Clint Barton: Divorced

Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter: Married

Clint Barton, Laura Barton: Married

Siblings:

Cooper Barton

Lila Barton

Nathaniel Barton

Emergency Contacts:

Kariesha Blackwood - (456)-768-0912

Gemma Simmons - (909)-871-0235

Daisy Richarson - (912)-345-8720

Phil Coulson - (109)-231-3456

“You have siblings?” Kariesha said, pulling the file from Adela’s hands. “I had no idea.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Me either. Who’s Clint Barton?” You asked looking down at your file. Kariesha’s head snapped up at you. “Dude, that’s Hawkeye.”

Your jaw dropped. “My dad is Hawkeye?!” You exclaimed. “YES OH MY GOD HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW THAT!” Kariesha screamed at her. “I DIDNT KNOW HIS ACTUAL NAME! I’M NOT OBSESSED WITH THE AVENGERS LIKE YOU ARE!”

“WHY ARE WE YELLING?”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

Adela smiled at Kariesha before looking at the file again. “I think Coulson is our best option.”

“Does he know Clint personally?” Kariesha asked.

Adela shook her head. “No, he was more involved with my mom’s old team. As far as I know Nick Fury was personally involved with the Avengers, but Phil knows Fury, so that’s my best bet at this point. He’s retired, so lets just hope his number is the same,” Adela explained, as she got up to grab her phone. “Hopefully he can help us.” She said, as she dialled his number.

“Hello?” Coulson answered, after 3 rings.

“Hi, Uncle Phil, it’s Adela.” She said. Kariesha looked at her best friend in amazement. Adela never really shared the details of her parents work, especially when they met. They were both in Grade One, and had gotten lockers next to eachother. Kariesha told her what her mom did for work, but when she asked Adela, all she could say was ‘I’m not supposed to say’. Her mom and stepdad left S.H.I.E.L.D. a few years later, but Adela still rarely opened up about her parents careers.

“Hi, honey, is everything okay? I haven’t heard from you for a while.” He said, and Adela smiled. Her parents had tried to stay involved in the teams lives for her sake, but things got in the way. However, whenever they did get to see eachother, it was like not a day had passed.

“N-no, everything’s not.” Adela said, her emotions bubbling over once more. “I came home today, and Mom and Hunter weren’t here. There’s blood everywhere, and when I-I checked the camera’s I saw them being dragged out of the apartment by Hydra.” She said, a stray tear falling down her cheek.

“Okay. What do you want to do?” He asked her, and Adela thought about it for a moment.

“C-Can you get me in contact with my father?” She asked timidly, unsure if her uncle would be able to help.

“Of course. Let me get a hold of Tony, okay? It should only take a few minutes, so I’ll call you back.” He said, and they said their goodbyes before hanging up.

“What do we do now?” Kariesha asked, once Adela’s phone was in her pocket. Adela’s eyes landed on the Canon camera in her parents closet. “Pictures. We should take pictures of the apartment as evidence. We should also download the footage off the computer, it might help us find them.” Kariesha nodded, and immediately moved to the computer, while Adela busied herself with taking evidence photos. ‘It’s a good thing that we’ve already covered this in class.’ Adela thought. She and Kariesha worked diligently for a few more minutes, when her phone rang again.

“Hey kiddo, I got a hold of Tony. He said that he’s more than willing to help, and was wondering if you could meet with him today at the compound?” Adela felt her heart fill with hope.

“Yes, of course. I-Is my father going to be there?” She asked, her heart beating in her chest.

“As far as I know, he lives on a farm with his wife and other children, but there is a possibility he could be there. Do you want Tony to make sure he’s not?” Phil asked.

Adela shook her head even though he couldnt see her. “No, it’s okay. I was just wondering is all.”

Coulson gave her the address and other information they would need, and Adela was off, with Kariesha in her passenger seat.

“I can’t believe we’re going to meet Iron Man!” Kariesha said, practically vibrating in the seat next to her. Adela chuckled. “That’s not why we’re here, though. We’re here to find my parents, and maybe meet my father in the process.” The second part of that statement gave her huge butterflies in her stomach to think about. She knows for sure he doesn’t know she exists, and that terrifies her. What if he denies helping her because he doesn’t believe that she is his? What if he doesn’t want to have a relationship because of what happened between him and her mother?

These thoughts continued to swirl in Adela’s head, and before she knew it, she had arrived at the Avengers compound, where Tony was waiting outside for her. She put her car in park, and took a deep breath before climbing out. She waited for Kariesha to walk around the car with the camera and flash drive in hand, her S.H.I.E.L.D. file in Adela’s own. They made their way over to Tony.

“Hello, Adela, right?” Tony asked, sticking his hand out to her. Adela accepted it, and nodded.

“Yes. Thank you for meeting with me. I’m sorry about the short notice, but I didn’t know who else to turn to,” She said, as Tony greeted Kariesha and the trio walked inside. Tony gave them a quick tour, before heading towards the conference rooms.

Once they were all seated in the conference room, Tony looked over the evidence they had brought him, as well as watched the footage.

“Wow. Okay.” He said, once he had finished. “So, from my observations, it was definitely Hydra. I’m assuming you had the same observations?” He asked, and Adela nodded. “Okay.”

Tony pondered the next steps before speaking. “So, Coulson said that you were hoping to get into contact with Clint, and I think that’s a great idea. I’m also going to involve Natasha, because she was also a spy. Bucky and Sam are away on a mission at the moment, Thor is somewhere in space with the Guardians, and Rhodes is god knows where right now. I’d involve Wanda, but she seems to have her handful with whatever the fuck is happening in Westview. So I think Clint and Natasha are our best bet at the moment.” Tony finished.

Adela nodded before Tony continued.

“When I read over your file, I noticed that your mom had two different serums, a super soldier serum and the Infinity serum, so my guess is that you have those as well. We’ll have Bruce run some tests on you a little later. Do you have any one else you can stay with?” Tony asked, and Adela shook her head. She’d stay with Kariesha, but her mom didn’t have the room.

“Okay, perfect. We have an extra room here for you. Are you able to stay for emotional support?” Tony asked, turning to Kariesha, who shook her head. “Definitely not, sorry. Mom would have my head.” She said.

Tony nodded in amusement. “Okay. We’ll start small. How about you two move your stuff in here, and I’ll contact Clint?” The two girls agreed, and were on their way back to the apartment within 20 minutes.

Her phone vibrated from the centre console, and Kariesha checked it.

“Tony said he got a hold Clint, and Clint will be there soon. He doesn’t know what’s going on though.” Adela nodded in aknowledgement.

Now she was nervous.

#sebastian stan #mcu bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barns fanfiction #mcu sam wilson #mcu natasha romanoff #mcu tony stark #mcu bobbi morse #mcu lance hunter #marvel #mcu thor #mcu clint barton #mcu loki #fluff #mcu #mcu phil coulson #mcu peter parker #angst

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siren-queen-imagines · 4 years

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Misunderstandings

This was requested by the lovely @fallinforhappiness! I hope you enjoy! Considering I had already done similar prompts for Damien, I chose to do them with Shayne this time!

Prompts Used: 9. “He loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it.” 15. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”

Masterlist

(gif by me)

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Shayne watched you from across the room at the Smosh office, smiling to himself as you were laughing with Courtney. Your smile was so beautiful and so infectious to him. If only he could find it in him to actually tell you that.

Your friendship meant the world to him. Shayne realized that he had feelings for you about a couple months after you guys met. The more he got to know you, the more his feelings grew for you. He knew he needed to tell you how he felt soon because he just needed to know if you might feel the same way.

“Yo, Shayne.” Damien called to Shayne, breaking him from his daydream. “Jesus, I’ve been trying to get your attention for 20 minutes.” He exaggerated with a knowing smile.

“Sorry, I was trying to think of how to finish this.” Shayne motioned to the computer in front of him.

“Come on, man, we both know that’s a lie. You were watching Y/N.” Shayne looked over to you to see if you heard Damien. “Don’t worry, she didn’t hear me. When are you gonna tell her?”

Shayne sighed and scrolled through the script page open on his computer.

“I don’t know.”

“Look, as a fellow anxiety sufferer, I get it. It’s feels scary.”

“It’s different with Y/N, and I don’t know why. Normally I could find it in me to at least ask for a date but I just--”

“It’s normal to really like someone and fear rejection. It a basic human fear. But you know you’re gonna have to tell her if you want to see where things go. She won’t be single forever.”

“I know.”

Damien stood up, patting his friend on the shoulder before he left the office to get some coffee from the kitchen.

“Hey Damien.” You greeted with a smile on your face as you went into the fridge.

“How’s it going?” Damien smiled back at you.

“Not too bad. I can’t complain. How are you?”

“Pretty good. Just trying to get that next sketch finished with Shayne.”

“Speaking of Shayne...is he okay? He’s just seemed a little spacey and frustrated earlier.”

“Oh yeah, he’s fine. He’s dealing with some stuff right now.”

Damien took a moment to really think if he should say what he wanted to say next. Maybe if he told you about Shayne you would take the pressure off his best friend and if you felt the same, you could ask Shayne out instead. Or he could make it look like this was all his doing because in reality, he was right now.

“So, hey, I was thinking about setting Shayne up with someone.” Damien continued casually, making his coffee the way he liked it. “Would you hate me for saying that I think you would be good for him?”

“Really?” You replied in surprise. “That’s big coming from his best friend.”

“Yeah, of course you. I think you would be good for him.”

“I don’t know...I don’t think he would see me as more than a friend.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Damien paused when he realized what he blurted out. Crap. He already kinda sorta spilled the beans. Well...that didn’t take long at all. Sorry Shayne...so so sorry.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

Wait, wait...was that hope Damien heard in your voice? Oh god, please. Please let it be. Despite possibly blowing this for Shayne, he really did mean it when he said that he thought you would be good for him. He still ended up sighing because he felt bad that he let the secret halfway out of the box...and was about to let it all out.

“Okay, look…” Damien put his coffee down on the counter. “He’s probably gonna kill me but he loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Love? Wow, how long has he been holding out on you?

“He loves me?”

Oh goddammit, Damien. Did you have to use the ‘L’ word? That’s it, no more coffee for him because apparently he didn’t start messing up until he drank any.

“How long has he had these feelings for me?” You asked.

Honestly, wow. You did not see that coming. You felt butterflies in your stomach and hope filled your heart. You had the biggest crush on Shayne and sometimes you swore it was obvious but maybe you hid it well enough to go undetected.

“Long enough.” Damien relented, deciding there was no point in hiding it. “I know he thought you were cute when you guys met but the longer you guys got to know each other…”

You nodded, understanding where he was going. You lightly smiled when you thought of the timeline because it matched up to yours.

“Can you let me talk to him? Like, don’t mention this conversation to him?” You smiled at Damien softly.

“Definitely.”

OH thank god. He didn’t mess this up.

“Thank you, Damien. Seriously.”

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You waited to talk to Shayne. You didn’t want it to be obvious you had talked to Damien about it so time was important. You didn’t want to unintentionally rat out Damien.

Currently, you and Shayne were the only ones at the office at the moment. Damien and Courtney were both filming and you two weren’t expected on set for at least another hour.

“No, I think we can add that here.” Shayne told you, pointing to the paragraph on the page and moving his finger up halfway.

“Yeah, the joke would land better there.” You agreed, cutting the paragraph and pasting it back.

You looked over to Shayne. Maybe now would be a good time to talk to him about what Damien told you last week. You both had managed to finish sooner than expected so you had some free time.

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.” You added before looking back to the computer, hitting the save button.

“Sure, what’s up?” Shayne asked, curiosity in his tone.

“I, uh--” Oh no...the nerves were kicking in. Why? Damien said Shayne had feelings for you so what are you nervous? “This may sound like it’s coming out of left field but I like you, like, really like you.”

Shayne’s heart started beating what felt like a million miles a second...you...you had feelings for him too?

“And I feel like I needed to say something because I didn’t want to possibly regret not telling you.”

“Y/N…” Shayne started, his nerves getting the best of him. Wait, what the hell? You basically did the hard work but he still had a rough time with it? “I--I don’t feel the same way--” WAIT WHAT? SHAYNE WHAT WERE YOU DOING?”

You heart sank...was Damien wrong? I mean, why would he lie about something like this? Did even Damien misread things? You took a shaky breath in and nodded.

“It’s okay. I understand.” You began to grab your things...you just needed to get out of there.

“Y/N, wait…” Shayne tried to stop you.

“I’ll see you on set, yeah?” You smiled at him sadly.

“Y/N--”

You were already out the door before he could correct himself.

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“Are you serious?” Damien asked Shayne.

“I don’t know what happened, I panicked and that’s what came out.” Shayne said.

“Oh Shayne--”

“I know, I know.”

“You need to make this right.”

“How? I don’t think she wants to talk to me right now. I just hurt her feelings.”

“You can fix it by straightening up the misunderstanding. You do it or I will.”

“Look, I’ll give it until tomorrow.”

“Why wouldn’t you wanna try now?”

“Because like I said. She wouldn’t want to talk to me right now. She needs some space.”

Damien shook his head and before he could just ignore what Shayne said, they were called to set...unfortunately there wasn’t a chance for them to talk after that.

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Turns out you had a date the next night with a friend of Courtney’s and Shayne didn’t take to that very well. You decided to work from home that day so he couldn’t fix it or he can at least tell you why you couldn’t go out on that date.

Thing was, you decided not to go out on that date. You decided it would be best to stay home and sort out your feelings instead of acting on a bad impulse. It wouldn’t be fair to Courtney’s friend if you chose to go out with him because you were hurting after what happened with Shayne.

You were watching Schitt’s Creek on Netflix when your phone rang. You paused it and grabbed your phone seeing Shayne’s name on the Caller ID. Should you answer? Yeah. Of course. It could be important because normally he’d just text you.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Y/N…” Shayne voice sang on the other line, followed by a laugh. “Oh Y/N...yer so beauful.” He slurred.

“Are you drinking, Shayne?”

“No, no. I finished. Im callin cause Damimen--Damin--Damien? Yeah Damien said to. He hope you can give us a ride home.”

“Why can’t he?”

“He doesn drink much...but he did wif me so he cant drive.”

“Where are you?”

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“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Damien said from the passenger’s seat. He wasn’t as drunk as Shayne but he had enough to keep him from driving.

“It’s okay, Damien. Better this than you guys driving home.” You replied with a small shrug. “So thanks for being responsible and not getting yourselves hurt or killed.”

“Y/N…” Shayne called from the back seat. “I messt up.”

“It’s fine, Shayne.” You couldn’t help but smile. Drunk Shayne was new to you and it was funny.

“Nooo...no s’not. I really like you.” He cleared his throat before continuing. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”

Damien smiled in shock as he looked towards Shayne. Finally. Also, he managed to get that out with a slur. Impressive. He then looked over to you to your shocked face as well.

“Wh--why didn’t you just say that yesterday after I told you how I felt?” You asked as you turned to face him at the red light.

“I panicked. I been waitin to hear that then I said what I said. M’sorry.”

These past 24 hours have been a rollercoaster on your emotions. But in a sense, it was worth it because Shayne fucking felt the same way. It was happening. You quickly wiped at the tears brimming your eyes as you turned to face the stop light, a small smile on your face.

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“Hey.” Shayne greeted you when you answered your front door, nervous smile on his face.

“Hey. Come in.” You said, moving aside so he could come in.

“Thanks for last night. I’m so sorry about you dealing with drunk me.”

“Drunk you was hilarious. But how are you feeling?”

“Well, I woke up feeling like I was hit by a bus but I’m slowly getting better.”

“Good.”

“So about last night. I meant what I said. And I’m sorry I made you believe that I didn’t like you back.”

“It’s okay. Really, Shayne. I got into my own head and didn’t let you finish.”

“It’s not your fault.” Shayne took a step closer to you and took your hands in his. “I’m just glad to know you feel the same way about me. With that being said, can I take you out tonight?”

“Of course you can.”

You couldn’t help but close the gap between the two of you and lean in. Shayne met you halfway, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years

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cherry

MASTERLIST

(hope you all like this sksksk WHY CANT I UPLOAD GIFS OR PICS TO THESE POSTS IM SO MAD UGH also there’s not so much smut, just mostly implied lol)

Word Count: 3,104

WARNING: prostitution

The windy streets of New York could almost be too much on a freezing night like this. Although you wish nothing more than to be back at your apartment, with some warm pajamas on and some hot cocoa in your hand - this was your job. You were allowed to wear a coat, but pants or long skirts were prohibited. You currently had on a tight black dress that barely covered your butt.

You thanked yourself for opting for the pair of black knee high boots you were currently wearing. Your hair hair was perfectly done as so was your makeup. You looked like something that came right out of the movie Pretty Woman. You were pleased with your appearance and knew that you would get some high paying clients. At this point, you didn’t care if they paid decent or not - you just wanted to go somewhere warm for a while.

“Fuckin’ freezin’ out here. They tryna kill us?” asks your good friend Gina.

Gina was her real name, but everyone called her Bambi, especially her clients. She has big doe like eyes, so the name fits her perfectly. Your nickname for your clients was Cherry, due to your signature bright red lipstick you would wear. Gina worked on these streets a lot longer than you. She took you under her wing when you first started and immediately since then you’ve been best friends - now roommates.

“I know. I can’t feel my hands.” you say, your voice trembling.

Your nose was ice cold and your eyes were burning from the harsh wind. You were looking around and spot a man parked in a nice SUV just across the road. He looked older and was staring directly at you. When you made eye contact with him, he looks nervous as he gets out of the car and makes his way across the semi busy road. It was your time to shine.

“Hi, baby.” you purr as he walks up and looks around nervously.

Gina watches the man and winks as he looks over to her. He gulps hard and reaches for his wallet in his back pocket.

“I, uh…” he starts as he opens it up. “I only got 20.” he tells you.

You’ve been told to never accept a 20 or lower. It was one of the rules.

“Sorry, baby. I’m worth more than that, don’t you think?” you ask with a wink.

The man’s face gets red as he’s embarrassed. His jaw tenses as he looks to Gina then back to you.

“She took a 20 last time. Why can’t you?”

You’re shocked for a moment as you turn to look at her. She looks irritated as she shakes her head no and walks up.

“I’ve never seen you in my life, pal. Now cough up some more or leave my girl alone.” she spats.

The man then gets irritated and reaches forward to grab your arm. Gina shouts out as you use your small clutch and start smacking him with it. Just then, you hear a shout and watch as an older man with a white beard hurries up and shoves the man back until he’s fallen onto the ground.

“Piss off!” he shouts as the man scrambles to get back to his car.

The older man looks to you and his eyes can’t help but look you up and down, slightly taken aback by your clothing choice.

“Are you alright?” he asks sincere.

You can’t break away from his blue eyes. This man was at least forty or plus years older than you, yet you were almost drawn to him.

“Thank you.” you tell him in your fake seductive voice. “Anything I can do to repay you?” you purr as you bite your lip and walk closer to him.

The man smiles sweetly as he realizes what you’re line of work is. He looks to the corner of the road and then back to you.

“Let me buy you a cup of coffee, yeah? You must be freezing.” he says as he looks back down to your bare legs.

You were freezing. Hypothermia would kick in at any moment you thought. You look back to Gina and watch as she’s talking to one of her regulars. You look to the man and smile slightly.

“If that’s what you want.”

***

“Men can be such dogs.” he says as he orders two hot coffees.

The coffee shop is warm and inviting. You look beyond out of place as people stare at you. Women roll their eyes and men practically drool, but everyone whispers. You didn’t fit in at such a nice place like this. You were an outcast.

“That’s an understatement.” you laugh as you both sit down in a small booth in the far back corner.

The man watches as you peer around the cafe.

“I’m Roger.” he says as he holds out his hand - a hand that you can spot tattoos on.

You stare at it for a moment and then back to him before reaching out as well.

“Cherry.” you say, using your fake name.

Roger looks half shocked by the fake name choice.

“Is it because of your lips?” he asks as someone brings the coffee to your table.

You raise a brow and smirk as you lean closer, allowing your cleavage to be exposed and push against the table for him to see - which he clearly does.

“You like my lips, Roger?” you purr. “I can show you exactly what they can do.”

Roger’s taking a sip of his coffee as he chokes a bit and coughs. You just continue to smirk as you lean back against the booth chair.

“Do you like what you do?” he randomly asks, causing your smile to fall.

You weren’t expecting a question like that. You’re taken aback as you awkwardly laugh and then just shrug.

“Bit personal, don’t you think?” you ask, not knowing how to answer.

Roger understands and nods his head.

“Listen, would you like to keep me company for dinner at my hotel? I’m here in the city all alone and could use the company. I’ll pay hourly if you want.”

Okay, you’ve never been asked that before. You were mind blown by the sincerity behind that question.

“Are you trying to murder me?” you ask as you lean forward, your eyebrows knitted together.

Roger’s eyes open wide for a moment before he laughs.

“I didn’t think inviting a beautiful girl back to my place for dinner would come across as me wanting to murder you, but I reassure you, no. I’m not.”

He has a sense of humor. You like that. You smile slightly and then nod as you stand up fast, grabbing your coffee.

“Alright, I’m starving.” is all you say before walking ahead of him and outside.

Roger jumps up and hurriedly places his money on the table and rushes after you.

***

“You’re willing to pay me hourly to just… Spend the evening with you?”

You’re in the passenger side of his vehicle as he drives through town. His car’s a sports car that you knew cost thousands. Something you always dreamed of having.

“I’m sure other man pay more for worse things.” he teases back, causing you to agree and laugh.

“Alright,” he starts as he pulls in. “Here we are.”

You look up the hotel and your face falls. Your eyes are wide and your mouth’s hung open.

“Holy shit!” you say loudly. “You’re staying at the Four Seasons? Do you know how much this place costs a night?!” you ask completely dumbfounded.

Roger just laughs and nods as he parks his car in front of the building as valet rush to open the door from him and you.

“I would hope I’d know. I am the one paying for it.”

Your door opens up and as you step out, the valet men are staring at you. A woman walks by with a small child holding her hand. The second she sees you, she makes a disgusted face and promptly places her hand over his eyes and hurries inside.

“You go on inside and get warm. I just have to fill out some paperwork for valet.”

You’re still in shock as you nod and slowly make your way inside. The lobby was huge and beautiful, more beautiful than you had imagined. It was clean and brightly lit as people were dressed up from head to toe. A woman at the front desk watches as you enter and her sweet smile falls into an annoyed one.

“Ma’am?” she asks as she walks away from her desk and up to you.

You look to her fast and smile.

“Ma’am, may I help you with something? Are you lost?”

Your smile falls as your cheeks turn red.

“Not lost.” you say back. “Waiting for someone.”

“Do you have a room with us?” she asks with a snarky tone.

She knew exactly what your answer would be.

“Um, no, but-”

“Well then I’m gonna have to ask you to leave the building. We just cleaned the floors.” she says with the rudest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Excuse me?” you ask, your voice echoing. “I’ll clean these damn floors with your face-”

Just then, Roger is behind you with his hand on your lower back. You stop talking, but are glaring at the woman. Her face shows that she's frightened from the threat you had just made and you didn’t care.

“She’s with me.” he says fast. “I didn’t realize that’s how this place treats guests. You should be beyond embarrassed.” he says angry.

“Oh, Mr. Taylor! I am so, so sorry!”

She keeps trying to talk to him as he rolls his eyes and walks away with his hand still on your back. You look back to the woman and smile sarcastically while mouthing ‘bye’ and waving your hand. The two of you make it to the elevator and wait for it to open. Once inside, you lean against the wall and close your eyes, sighing to yourself.

“I’m sorry about that.” he says softly.

You look to him and smile while shaking your head.

“Not your fault. I’m use to it. Trust me.”

Roger wants to say so much more to you, but he doesn’t as the doors open up once more. You all walk out and you follow him to his room. He opens the door and in you walk. Once again, your mouth falls open. The room he’s in is like a small house. There’s a living room, a bedroom, a kitchen, two bathrooms and a built in sauna.

“Wow,” you whisper as he shuts the door behind him.

The bedroom portion is connected to the living as it sits there wide open. You smirk to yourself as you walk over and crawl onto the bed, laying on your side. You eye Roger as he watches you with a faint smile on his lips.

“Wanna join me?” you ask.

He smiles even more as he turns around and walks away.

“Want a drink?” he asks, ignoring your question.

You’re confused as to why he’s not completely melting at your tricks. You roll your eyes and nod.

“Sure. Whatever you’re having.”

He brings back a drink and you both sip on it for a moment before he speaks up.

“You never answered my question from earlier.”

You look up confused.

“Do you like what you do?”

You tense your jaw as a smirk fills your face. You place your drink down and slowly make your way over to him. Roger gulps hard as he lowers his drink and watches you. You press yourself against him and fiddle with the black tie he’s wearing.

“I’m sure you’d like what I do.” you purr. “How about you make the most out of that money you’re spending, huh?”

As you’re saying this, your hands are down at his belt buckle and slowly undoing it. Roger’s hand reaches down and stops them. You look to him utterly confused.

“That’s really not why I invited you here.” he says softly. “When I saw you, before I knew what it is you… do, I wanted to meet you. Talk to you. Get to know you.”

Your heart melts as he explains everything to you. You remove your hands and take a step back - your eyes never leaving his.

“You really don’t want anything?” you ask softly.

“I really don’t.” he says back sweetly.

You’re both quiet for a moment as you walk back to the couch in the living room and lean against it.

“No.” you say, confusing Roger. “No, I don’t like what I do. It makes you feel like less of a human the more you do it and now… I don’t who I am anymore. I put on this persona of Cherry and… It’s like I get lost in it.”

Roger’s surprised that you actually had opened up to him - a complete stranger.

“Why do you keep doing it?” he asks, walking closer to you.

“Because… Because I work for someone and they would be beyond pissed off if I left. I’m too scared I suppose.”

Roger walks all the way up to you as you take in a deep, shaky breath. Something about him took your breath away. You look up and stare into his eyes as he does the same.

“You’re a very beautiful girl.” he whispers. “Let me help you.”

As he says those words, the wall you had built was put back up. You were angry as you stood up straight.

“I’m not a charity for you to feel bad for!” you spat at him. “I don’t need your pity help!”

You go to walk around him, but not before he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him. Without thinking, you lean forward and kiss him. His hand’s cupping your face as you moan against him. The kiss was slow and sweet, the opposite of what you’re used to. Roger was taking his time with you. He hadn’t even been the one to start the kiss - you had. After several more moments, you both lean away to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers. “I wasn’t planning on that happening.”

You just smile and shake your head.

“That one’s on the house.” you tease, causing him to laugh. “Kiss me again.” you whisper.

He listens as his lips are back on yours. This was the first time in a very, very long time that someone had actually wanted to kiss you and not because they paid you to. The whole mood was different from previous hookups and it made this warm feeling in your belly spark up. Being wanted and not tossed to the curb afterwards was a good feeling and you didn’t want this to end.

“We’re not on the clock anymore.” you sigh against his lips.

Roger’s hands were perched on your hips as he squeezes. You had began slowly walking backwards towards his bed. He stops and leans away, slightly shocked.

“Not on the clock?” he asks.

“I don’t want your money.” you tell him. “Right now, just you.”

Roger smiles and resumes him kissing you until you’re all the way to his bed. The back of your legs hit it and you fall backwards. You laugh loudly as Roger stares down at you - admiring you. This was also a first. In the eyes of every man you’ve been with was lust, but with him, it was different. Lust was nonexistent and replaced by something you weren’t sure of. What you were sure of was that, when the morning comes, you’d be tangled with Roger in bed.

***

You were right.

The sun attempted to shine through Roger’s hotel’s curtains. Your limbs were tangled up as your naked bodies pressed together. Roger hums as he begins to wake up and squirm around, causing you to do the same. You stretch and yawn as you look up to a sleepy Rog. His hair was crazy, but he looked none the less gorgeous. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Good morning.” you whisper.

“Mmm, good morning.” he whispers back.

“Sleep okay?” you ask as you sit up on your elbow.

“Like a baby.” he teases. “How about you?”

“Well,” you start with a smirk. “From what I can remember, we didn’t do that much sleeping.”

Roger smiles and raises his brows as he nods his head.

“For an old man, I’m surprised I could stay up that late.” he teases.

You have a serious look on your face as you bring your finger to his mouth and cover it.

“Don’t call yourself that. Understood?” you ask seriously.

Roger can’t help but smile as he nods.

“Yes, ma’am.” he jokes, causing you to laugh.

Your smile faintly falls as you look down and think.

“Were you serious about helping me, you know, get out of this?” you ask.

Roger knows exactly what you’re referring to.

“Cross my heart.” he tells you as he sits up as well.

He makes a x motion over his heart as you laugh and bite your lip.

“Cross my heart.” you whisper as you make the same x motion.

Roger stared at you with the crinkling of his blue eyes. You smile and suddenly think about Gina and how worried she must be. You sit up fast and search for your outfit that was thrown across the floor.

“I should really be going.” you say sadly. “My roommate probably has all of New York looking for me.”

Roger gets up from bed and dresses quickly with you.

“Wish you didn’t have to leave.” he admits, causing you to look at him and smile.

“Don’t think this is the last of me you’ll see.” you tease. “But next time, it’ll be double.”

Roger smirks and walks up to you and places his hands on your hips.

“Oh will it?” he asks. “I’d pay anything to see you again.”

You bite your lip as you smile and lean in to kiss him one last time.

“I put my number next to your bed.” you tell him as you walk away towards the door.

You open it up just as he calls out for you.

“I still don’t know your name!”

You turn around and watch as he anxiously waits.

“Y/n.” you tell him with a smile and then you’re gone.

You were confused about what had replaced the look of lust, something you had been so used to seeing, in Roger's eyes. You just didn’t know that eventually you would understand that look like the back of your hand.

Love.

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kathasofwander · 4 years

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The YJHD Miraculous

Ok hi! I am from India, where Bollywood is one of the major movie industries.

Anyway. Back in 2013, There was this movie, called Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani. It’s there on Netflix, so if you wanna watch it, go ahead. You might get a inkling of the movie when you read the whole thing, so anyway.

When I last saw the movie, A few dialogues really reminded me of Adrien and Marinette’s situation and I thought up the whole thing. So here goes.

(This is going to be an incredibly long post. Please bear with me.)

Ladybug and Cat Noir are some 17-18 when they defeat Hawkmoth. Chat/Adrien, is very obviously shocked and saddened when the villian is finally unmasked. This is pre identity reveal, and they reveal their identities after the fight. They part ways after talking about everything they could, (except their feelings) and she lets him keep Plagg. Marinette is happy that her best friend is also the guy she loves, so she decides to tell him her true feelings. She waits a week, because Gabriel Agreste is awaiting trial and Emilie has gone into a deep coma. Three weeks later, when everything has cooled down, she makes her way to the Agreste mansion, only to see Adrien leave with a bag. “Adrien?” she calls out. “Oh hey Mari!” he replies. “Are you going somewhere?” “Yeah. I realised that Father didn’t let me see a lot of the world with his obsession to keep me ‘safe’ and the whole miraculous thing. So I am going on a tour. I want to see the world he wanted to shield me from. I am an adult now, so I can do as I want” He explains. Mari’s heart breaks, but she keeps a brave face, and wishes him luck. She had been hoping that his feelings for Ladybug wouldn’t change after getting to know who she was, but well.

8 years pass. Alya and Nino are getting married. It’s happening in Martinique, where the Cesaire family is from. Marinette, is obviously the Maid of Honor and Nino has been in touch with Adrien all these years, so Mr.Sunshine is his best man. They all agree to meet at the venue a week before wedding to catch up. And since Mari is designing the wedding gown, she arrives with Alya. She is meeting Adrien for the first time since he left 8 years ago, so she’s nervous. Alya and Tikki help her calm down. “Its ok girl! Adrien is going to be happy to see you!” She says. “Alya’s right, Marinette! He’s not just Adrien, he’s also your superhero partner.” Tikki tells her. She agrees with them and cools down. When the four finally meet, Adrien is surprised to see how different Mari is; more confident, bold and...beautiful.

Alya decides to show the other three around Martinique. Adrien thanks her because it was the only place in Europe he hadn’t been to. Alya decides to be the ultimate wingwoman and makes him and Mari sit together in the car. They even walk together during the sightseeing and spend the whole time together. They enjoy the tour and on the ride back, Adrien drives the car with Mari sitting in the passenger seat. The to-be bride and groom have passed out in the backseat. “You have been awfully quiet during the whole drive back to the hotel.” she says. “Huh? Oh yeah. I have been...thinking.” he says. Plagg and Tikki come out of their wielder’s bag/coat and hover in front of them. “He’s been doing that a lot.” Plagg quips. “Thinking?” Tikki asks. Plagg nods. “What are you thinking about?” Mari asks. “Home. How different things would have been if Father wasn’t Hawkmoth, or if I was not Chat Noir.” he says. She looks at him softly. Her heart was breaking for him. Adrien was so young, and had been through so much; his mother’s disappearance, his father’s arrest, the possibility that Emilie would never wake up. “They took mom off the ventilator last year. Called me to ask for permission.” Adrien explains further. “She wasn’t getting any better, so there was really no point in keeping her in the hospital. Nathalie was the only one from the family at the funeral, apparently.” He finished. He stops the car on the side of the road, gentle enough to not wake their sleeping friends. “Adrien, I am so sorry!” Mari says, and hugs him tightly. He holds her in that position, and they stay like that for five minutes.

Mari pulls away, and suddenly resigns to her seat. He wants to ask her what the matter was, but Alya wakes up. “Have we reached?” she asks. “Nope, but we are almost there.” he says and continues driving. Mari jumps out of the car as soon as the vehicle comes to a stop in front of the hotel, and runs up. All the wedding guests are already there, so the other three greet them and time flies as they are all meeting everyone. Chloe is surprisingly there with her girlfriend; someone she met while in New York. Adrien talks to them, and when the gf (I cant think of a name please help) goes to get a drink, Adrien asks her. “How did you find her? She’s incredible, and seems to tolerate you.” Chloe hits him lightly. “Sometimes, when you spend enough time with the right person, you just know. We were classmates in New York, and even worked on a project.” She explains. Adrien has an epiphany of sorts. All the time he spent with Marinette, whether it was 8 years ago as superheroes in Paris, or as themselves during the tour, it had all felt right. Just like it was meant to be. He excuses himself from Chloe and runs towards Mari’s room. He knocks on the door. “It’s open!” she calls. “Adrien!” she says when she sees him. “Hey! You aren’t going to meet everyone?” he asks. “Oh no, I have to work on...Alya’s wedding gown.” she lies. “Alya told me you were done with it long ago.” he counters. “Are you all right? You seem pretty out of it since we got back.” “Oh yeah. I am fine.” Tikki flies up from her seat on the table. “She’s not fine at all, Adrien. She’s been upset for the past five hours.” she says. “Tikkiiiii!” Mari scolds. “What? It’s the truth.”

“Upset? About what?” Plagg flies out and settles beside the ladybug kwami. “Nothing, Absolutely nothing. I am fine.” Mari denies, while facing the window. “You are lying, Mari. You have always done this; hiding your true feelings from everyone.” Adrien points out. “Oh what do you care about feelings? You gave up on your love for ladybug as soon as you found out it was me.” she bursts. Then she calms down, “I am sorry Adrien. I shouldn’t have said that. I better go down to meet everyone.” she turns to go. “What do you mean?” he stops her. “What’s the matter Mari? You have been avoiding me since we got back.” he asks. “I haven’t.” she lies again. “Yes.” “No” “Yes.” “FINE, yes. I have been avoiding you. Because I cant stay with you any longer.” she says. “What?” “Adrien. why dont you get it? If I stay here with you any longer then...I will fall in love with you, again. But you won’t, again.” she rants. As she is about to open her mouth to say more, he silences her with a soft kiss. She melts into it, and a few minutes later. he pulls away and rests his head against hers. “I never stopped loving you, My Lady.” he says. “The eight years that I spent away from Paris, from you, I have missed you so much.” he says. “Remember when I said, that I have been thinking about home? I want to come back. Enough of seeing the world. I want to be with the girl I have loved for so long.” he says. He kisses her again, and this time, it lasts much longer.

An hour later, they go down to meet everyone and for dinner. No one says anything much when they see Adrien and Marinette holding hands. Alya smiles and nods at her best friend. Nino gives Adrien a fist bump through the air. No one sees Alix handing Kim a 20 euro note, grumbling slowly.

Ok so, the actual movie ended very differently. VERY DIFFERENTLY. I had to change some parts of it to fit into the Miraculous storyline. But here it is.

I finally wrote it! It was in the back of my head for so long and its finally here!! Oh god! Wow! Enjoy! Please tell me how it was. (Except the fact that it was an excruciatingly long read. I know that, please and thank you)

#miraculous ladybug #yeh jawaani hai deewani #a bollywood miraculous

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devastelin-ravensorrow · 5 years

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Sydryn

Dev had woken with a flutter of eyelids, slightly disoriented as there was almost no sound. It was the sound of Rassa's breathing quietly against his chest though that set things back in order. He lay there for a few moments, silently as he listened to the soothing sound of her chest rising and falling, fingertips tracing the curves of her hip and toying with the end of her hair.

Eventually, he did his best to slip out of bed unnoticed, not wanting to wake her for what he had in mind. Finding a pair of pants, he tugged them on before leaving the bedroom and making his way down the stairs. Reveria was already in the kitchen, eating some of the food that Vel prepared every morning. Bacon by the handful was getting shoved down her gullet but when she saw Dev she flushed and tidied herself. "Oh. Uh. Good morning." She tried to hide her embarrassment with a cough, leaning back in her chair to cross her legs and arms.

Dev just smirked, the tone enough to indicate embarrassment but he couldn't really see the food so had no idea why. "Gooooood morning. Didn't mean to startle you. Just... Coming to see if you still had him." Rev snorted at that. "What kind of cunt do you think I am? Course I do." If he'd had eyes, they'd have been rolled just then. "Well can I have him back now?" Rev eyed him over as if judging and assessing. "You really like her don't you?" A nod was given in return. "I do. Though I think it might be more than just 'like.'" The druidess couldn't help but let her lips curl into a small smile. She was a sucker for this shit after all. "She's gonna love him. Come on then." She got up and motioned for him to follow. It was a few moments later that Dev snuck back into the room, cargo in hand. He sat, ever so quietly down on the bed before releasing his passenger. A short little corgi puppy that had white fur mottled with darker coloring sat looking up at him for a second, tongue hanging out of his mouth happily before Dev pointed at Rassa. The pup looked to her and excitedly ran over, gently licking her nose.

Rassa was dead asleep, in fact, she hadn't been so deeply asleep in years. Most Shal'Thera were light sleepers, strictly because they were trained as such--but when Dev got up and out of bed, she didn't stir. When he was out of the room, she turned over on her stomach and occupied the very center of the bed. Her black hair was in wild waves around her, and she breathed in and out steadily - wiggled down into the covers. It was the second time that he opened the door that Ras mumbled something about him coming back to bed. She was cuddled up with a pillow, her eyes still shut as weight was placed on the bed. It wasn't until there was a puppy in her face that her eyes went open and she laughed. Rassa sat straight up and picked up the pupper, "Stel! He's adorable! Is he yours?"

Dev grinned like an idiot at her reaction, the laugh was some sweet, sweet music to his ears. Scooting over on the bed, he wrapped an arm around Rassa, as his free hand went to pet the puppy. "Mmmmm. He's yours Sass. Or ours. I got him for you though." He rubbed the little guy's ear between two fingers. The puppo seemed super happy, licking all over Rassa's face as his tiny stubby tail wagged furiously. Giving her a squeeze he grinned some more. "Little guy doesn't have a name. I thought you might like that honor."

Rassa picked the puppy up and nuzzled her face into his face. "He's mine!" She sounded almost like a kid when she said it- squeezing the puppy gently. "I love him, Stel..he's ours, okay?" She leaned into him and kissed his cheek. "Is Reveria okay with him being here? I just don't want to upset her..." She put the little guy down, letting him pounce all over the bed. "Help me name him..something Darnassian? Or something more light than that?"

His ears flushed a bit at her kiss, he'd been worried she might not want a puppy. He returned the kiss to her forehead, leaning his head against hers as they watched the bounding ball of cute energy. "You know she's been the one watching him for me. I got him before we ever went to the farms even. I think she was gonna keep him if she didn't think I was a good guy or something." He smiled, giving Rassa another kiss on the forehead. "What about... Oso? Or... Sydryn? Hmmmmm... Could always go with something like Ziggy too... What kinda names you thinking of?"

"Ziggy.." She scrunched her nose and shook her head. "Not that, and..not Oso." She looked at the puppy. "I like Syd.." She bent down to kiss the puppy on the top of his head. "What about you puppy, do you like the name Syd?"

Rassa cooed in Darnassian at the puppy. "Want to be a ship puppy?" She scratched his ears, "Nooo, you can go everywhere with me. What a good boy." She smiled and took the puppy up in her arms, hugging him into her chest.

Dev watched the pup as Rassa picked him up and snuggled him. He couldn't really see all the details but the little guy's aura told him enough. The pup canted his head at being a ship doggo but when Rassa said she'd take him everywhere, he got all excited, tail wagging like mad as he licked her face over and over. Then came the names. Ziggy and Oso didn't seem to warrant a reaction but his little ears perked up at being called Syd. He looked at her intently, tongue hanging happily before letting out a bark. "I think he likes Syd too." Dev grinned, leaning against Rassa. "He's got a collar and leash downstairs if you wanna use them when we're in the city. Or we can just make sure he's well trained enough not to run off.” He shrugged. "You like Syd!" She said, laughing as he licked her face. With a big smile, she bumped her head with the puppy's. "Oh! you have a lot to say, don't you!"

“And... " He reached into his pocket, pulling out a little bag of treats. The puppo immediately went still, eyes locked to the bag, ears standing straight up. The little guy watched intently as Dev handed the bag off to Rassa. "... These are apparently some really good treats. Probably help with training him."

She chuckled before she turned to look at Dev. "Maybe a leash for now but I don't like to keep animals on leashes though. So what if we just try to train him well?!" She laughed at the puppy, "He already knows! Oh, Stel- he's such a sweet boy." With a giggle, she looked at the pup. "Syd, can you sit for us? Sit, boy!"

Syd was staring intently at the treats as Rassa asked him to sit. He looked from the treats to her and then back to the treats before spinning in a slow circle, hunkering down on his haunches after. He whined as his nose wiggled wildly at the treats. Dev grinned and let out a chuckle leaning over to press a kiss to the top of Rassa's head. "He is the sweetest boy! Look at that. I wonder if they trained him or something already?"

Rassa leaned over and dug her hand into the bag to get a treat. "Wait," she told the puppy, holding the treat. She offered it then with an open hand. "Good boy~" She presented it to him to take.

Syd looked like he was straining so hard to sit as the treat was held out before him. Soon as Rassa said 'good boy', he shot forward and snapped up the treat, sitting back down to munch away happily on it. Syd finished crunching up his treat, vacuuming up any spare crumbs before turning his gaze up to look expectantly at Rassa. A grin came over her lips when Dev kissed her head. "Reveria maybe has a way with animals?" She chuckled, reaching over to hug him tightly. "Thank you, Stel. This means so much to me." Dev was all smiles as she hugged him, happy that he'd been able to make her happy. His arms went around her just as hers were around him. She gazed at the puppy then, "We could take him out into town..or at least downstairs to see Rev."

Looking down at her, the glow of her eyes sang to him as she looked back at the puppy. "Well, we could take him for a walk. You think the harbor would be a good place? Or did you have somewhere specific in mind?"

Rassa grinned at the puppy, giving him some patting on his head between is over-sized ears. He gave a single bark then took off in a circle around the bed before he ran at Dev and sort of head-butted his leg. He snorted as the puppy charged him, giving Syd some wild rubs across his cute little face after. "You're a feisty little guy! That's good though. You can scare off all the bad guys for Sass." A giggle came out of Ras before she stood up- still naked from the night before. Carefully, she set the puppy on the ground, then made for the wardrobe to begin dressing. "I think the harbor would be fine. Maybe we could take him to see the kids that stay in that school sometime.."

He followed Rassa out of bed, wandering over to her before she managed to get any clothes on, hugging her from behind as he laid several kisses along her neck and shoulder. "Mmmm... I'm so glad you like him, beautiful." Grinning, she wrapped her arms over his and leaned back into him. Her eyes shut and for a moment she soaked in his affections. There was a brief recall of the night before, how he'd kissed down her neck. This was different. Sweeter. She flushed.

He held her for another couple minutes, continuing his string of kisses before he released her and went about getting himself dressed too. When he left her there to get dressed, she lingered for a moment- looking up and down him. She hummed, before she pulled on her trousers, then went to pulling on her top.

"We could get something to cook for dinner while we're in the harbor too. You could teach me something new." He grinned to himself, working the buckles of his half shirt. "That would be nice- we can cook for the house, as a thank you for watching Syd." The puppy bounced between the two of them, plopping down on his butt and staring up at Dev.

Dev pulled on his gloves and belt, then set about wrapping his feet before squatting down in front of Syd with a grin on his face. "Syd you wanna go outside? Wanna go for a walk?!" It's like the pup knew exactly what he was saying, running around in a circle, barking wildly before running to the door, nudging it with his little nose. He then turned to face Rassa, tail wagging wildly as he offered up a few barks.

She picked up her blindfold and stared at it for a while, as though debating. "I think we could make a big pot of good things, we'd eat it back home. Like a big bowl of broth and you put things in as it boils." A chuckle that he couldn't help but let out escaped Dev, a wide grin with dimples showing on his face. He wrapped his blindfold around his wrist before wandering over to Rassa and offering to do the same with hers, only on her wrist. "I think that sounds amazing. Pretty sure you're gonna have to help me out on the making sure things don't boil too long front. I'm fine with that though! It'll be like a family dinner, except, just everyone in the house." Planting a kiss atop her head he motioned at the door. "Ready to roll?"

(tagging @theshalthera and @revthepunchbear for mentions! The amazing @eilitheduskbringer wrote this with me! What a great writer to get to have as an RP partner!)

#dev #devastelin #stel #lerassa #rassa #sass #syd #it's a puppy!#everything is way too cute in this #they're into each other #dead sun harbor #WRA RP #wyrmrest rp

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hello faye! i hope you are having an amazing life !!! 😄 can i have Healing + Hansol for the ficlet if you are still doing it? thank you, love!!!

hello ajhfdsgfjkasd i cant believe you requested smthng i sCREAMED when i saw this i love you very much

healing + 1.5k words + fluff + platonic hansol & reader

It took Hansol half an hour to convince you to get out of your room before you reach five-hour mark of sulking on bed.

You hate to be that kind of person but you don’t really feel like seeing anyone today, and unfortunately, that includes your best friend. It’s a known fact that it is difficult to become a celebrity at your age. With eyes watching your every move daily, waiting for you to make a mistake so they could use it against you, it’s exhausting to even get out of your own house. Although Hansol understands all the ins and outs of being in the limelight because he’s in it himself, he doesn’t let you stay locked inside your house on the first day of your two-day break from the lights and cameras. He made it a mission today to help you get your head out of the mess it’s been drowning in for months and you’re kind of being a pain in the ass because you’ve done nothing but complain since you sat on the passenger’s seat of his car.

The media identifies you as The Duo, and neither of you is sure if it’s a good kind of the or a bad one. You and Hansol, or more commonly known as Vernon, have established a name for yourselves in the music industry. With him being one of the best rappers of his generation and you as an incredible singer-songwriter, you really do make the perfect duo. You could say that the entire population of artists in your generation is jealous of your bond with each other. It’s not only because you’re best friends with Vernon and he’s best friends with you, but also because you two can go our freely, without the media twisting words to make it seem like you’re dating.

Of course, in the beginning, it was inevitable to have those kinds of rumors. It started to spark when an infamous paparazzi team captured you and your best friend skating at two in the morning around Han River. His fangirls were furious, as expected, while you mocked and laughed at Hansol for a week by responding to him only in fangirl language. (e.g., “You’re being so annoying, Y/N.” “How dare you breathe around myVernon?” “Fuck you.”)You could say it worked out in the end because the media eventually gave up on making rumors about you after coming back from Japan when they thought they’d catch you two doing something malicious or couple-y but ended up taking HQ pics of you two geeking out to Star Wars merch. It’s still a funny story to look back to whenever you remember the headlines the next day saying that confirmed: Y/N and Vernon are REALLY just best friends. (“We made it,” Hansol had said as he read it that day. “We’ve become stars!”)

Hansol takes his duty as your best friend too seriously because, like how it is now, he doesn’t let you lose yourself in the midst of reaching your dreams. One time you cried in front of him at four in the morning when he came to pick you up from your schedule because you refused to be driven home by your manager. It was one of those days that you didn’t really want to see anyone and of course, Hansol came to the rescue. You remember how he let you cry on his shoulder while you went on a rant about how Music Shows treat rookie female artists like shit and how much you just wanna give up and go back to your hometown where you can be an ordinary girl. And today is one of those days.

You had just finished your small Asian tour, Seoul being your last stop, and your separation anxiety with your fans and the stage is getting a little too depressing. With the tour being over, it meant that you need to go back to your agency in a couple of days and they’d pressure you to write another hit song again. You also heard the personal assistants whispering about a dating scandal the agency is planning to involve you in to further promote your upcoming music. And it’s all just… too much.

Hansol did not need to hear it from you to figure out you’re unwell at this moment. That’s how amazing he is.

He takes you to a secluded beach and you whine about getting sunburned. He assures you that the cameras won’t be around you for a couple of weeks so you do not need to worry about being seen. While you’re being prissy and whiny, Hansol does all the work for you—setting up the beach blanket, taking out the food, and even carrying you from his car to the sand.

“You’ve become such a diva,” he grunts when he carries you. Your arms are wrapped around his neck. “I don’t even know you anymore.”

“You said you’d carry me around if I go out with you today,” you say, chuckling.

“What were you planning to do today anyway?” he asks and carefully puts you down on the towel. “Watch How To Get Away With Murderas you plan your attack to your management?”

“That,” you laugh. “And learn more Japanese.”

“Why?” Hansol sets the food down. He looks good with the sun beaming on his face.

“I feel bad that I had to get a translator to talk to the audience last week,” you answer, taking a burger from Hansol’s hand. “And now I’m gonna feel even worse for eating this.”

“Shut up, just eat,” he sighs, knowing exactly what you’re worried about again.

“This would cost me a week of extreme diet and four miles of running,” you mumble before devouring the delicious food Hansol got you. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he says with a smile and sits beside you, legs stretched out like you.

You groan. “God, I just remembered I need to call my manager.” Hansol snatches your phone before you could even unlock it.

“Stop,” he says. “Just… stop thinking for a while.”

“How do you do this, Hansol?” you ask with a sigh. “Because I am this close to just leaving this place.”

“Well,” he starts. “I think about the people who support me.”

“I do, too,” you defend. “It works when I do but after that I’m drowning again, Hansol.”

He smiles and looks at you, chewing his food.

“What?” you ask.

“You know how I keep myself afloat?”

You urge him to continue.

“Because you still call me Hansol.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” you ask, your eyebrows furrowing. “I’m never calling you Vernon in a normal conversation. You’re Hansol to me. You still are even after thirty-two hair dyes and three hit songs.”

He laughs. “This is what exactly keeps me afloat. This is my healing, Y/N. You calling me Hansol and being a pain in the ass.”

“I don’t quite get it,” you mumble.

“What calms your mind?” he asks. “Tell me.”

You think for a second, and suddenly you understand what he’s trying to tell you.

Hansol doesn’t treat you like you’re a star now. He is very much proud of you and the person you’ve become but he doesn’t treat you like all your other old friends do now. Like when you were younger, he still sends you random text messages at four in the afternoon that he’s proud of you and reminds you that he’s there if you need anything. You always forget about your stressful situation when Hansol calls you just in time to ask about Star Wars. He takes you to your favorite places at one in the morning, even when he’s tired from his own schedule, and lets you tie his hair just because you feel like it. Hansol… he makes you breathe better.

“Y-you’re,” you start and look at him. “My healing.”

Hansol smiles. “That’s a bit cheesier than I expected but okay, I accept the new job as your healing.”

You laugh.

“Bask in the warmth of the sun,” he says. “You’ve done such an amazing job. I don’t want you sulking alone when you’ve just made everyone proud of you.”

“I don’t really know what to say,” you answer.

“You don’t need to say anything,” he replies. “Just take a break. You deserve it.”

You stay under the sun until it’s setting. You forget about your phone and your schedule when your break is over because Hansol reminds you of what you’re here for. And you know harder days are coming your way, but for as long as you have your healing, you’re sure you’ll be just fine. They say you shouldn’t depend your happiness or whatever to a single person, but Hansol is the only person you know who’s worthy of that title.

Perhaps you two could write a song about it.

#sfwseventeen #write-svt #svtwriters #song ficlets #vernon scenarios #vernon fluff #vernon imagines #vernon au #vernon #seventeen vernon #chwe hansol #seventeen scenarios #seventeen scenario #seventeen fluff

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Why Not You? | Cai Xukun Imagine

[Summary: Cai Xukun goes out for a high school party & you discover just how truthful of a drunk he is.]

Cai Xukun - star basketball player. has already been scouted for three different colleges and has a full ride to all of them if he agrees to play for them.

he’s really popular in school

like maybe a little too popular

but he doesn’t really like being popular, tbh.

because he feels like a lot of people only wanna be his friend because of it

and the only true friends he has is you and ziyi

ziyi is also co-captain of the basketball team and him and xukun are undefeatable

ziyi is also a more popular kid but he likes you because you’re really chill and you both have the same kind of taste in music

but they like to party and you don’t

when they do, you always stay up until one of them tell you they’re home safe

they also might need a designated driver sometimes

but usually they call someone else because they know you hate the smell of alcohol

one night though, your phone is ringing & you see ziyi’s face flashing across the screen

“listen, i know you hate us right now but can you please come? xukun is a little too wasted right now and he keeps asking for you.”

you groan, “fine. send the address. i’ll be there as soon as i can.”

when you show up, xukun is really wasted

and it worries you because he’s more of a casual drinker

and ziyi has sobered up a bit at the sight of his friend, who’s sitting on the sidewalk singing out loud to some song at the top of his lungs

“im sorry,” ziyi frowns as he throws xukun into the back of the car.

you simply shake your head and hand him some water bottles, making him smile as he slides into the passenger’s seat

“Y/N? Y/N i loveeeee you,” Xukun beams from where he’s laying in the back

you simply ignore him as you pull up in front of ziyi’s house

“you want me to take him?” he asks.

you shake your head, “no. he’ll be better off at my place. if your dad gets one whiff of that alcohol on that kid, it’s game over for the both of you.”

“you know, you really are cool, Y/N,” ziyi smiles.

you shrug, “my parents really like xukun,” you say while peering at him through the rearview. his eyes are shut but his head is still bobbing along to the music. “they don’t mind his state. they always wish i could be more social like him but,” you shrug again. “whatever.”

“just stay the way you are. some people actually really like how introverted you can be.”

you blush, “yeah? name one.”

ziyi just laughs. “see you on monday.”

you drive home and haul xukun up the stairs

he’s staring at you the entire time

and now he’s laying on your bed, watching you with heavy lidded eyes

“here,” you say, handing him the water from your dresser. “drink this so i dont have to hear about how much your head hurts tomorrow.”

he tilts his head up and lets you feed him the water, his eyes never leaving yours

“why do you keep doing that?” you groan. “stop looking at me like you’re looking at fried chicken.”

“i can’t help it,” he whines, throwing his head back on the pillow

“why did you even drink so much?” you roll your eyes. “now my room is going to stink.”

“you hurt my feelings today.” he says it so casually that you can barely hear the sadness in his tone - as if this has happened too many times before.

“what are you talking about?”

“i saw you talking to linong,” he sighs. “he’s a good match for you, though. smart, handsome, warm hearted. he’s all the things i could never be for you.”

you roll your eyes and brush back Xukun’s hair, “what are you even going on about?”

“that if anyone should date you, it should be him. even though i don’t want it to be him, it should be. he’s what you deserve,” he replies. xukun rolls over and turns his back to you.

“linong is my project partner you doorknob.”

his head perks up and he turns to look at you, body swaying a bit as he sits up. his face is suddenly inches from yours as he says, “so i still have a chance?”

“kunkun, you’re drunk,” you whisper.

“i’m not drunk, i’m in love with you,” he cheers.

his eyes are so glossy and he smells so much like alcohol that your throat burns

“xukun,” you whisper. “don’t tell me you got almost black out drunk because you were jealous.”

he hums, “you make me feels stupid.”

“go to sleep,” you tell him. “you’re drunk.”

he pouts, laying down. “stay with me?” you’re hesitant but lay down nonetheless, making him sigh and wrap his arm around you. “you’re always there for me, you know?” he burries his head into you neck and inhales deeply. “i’ve been trying to work up the courage to say i love you for a while but seeing you with linong-“

“you’re drunk, xukun.”

“but i’m a truthful drunk,” he whines.

“just go to sleep, okay?” you frown.

you can’t see it but he’s frowning a little too hard as he falls asleep.

when he wakes up though, he’s confused and disoriented and his head hurts a little bit

“good morning,” you say, just entering the room. he shoots up at the sight of you, panic striken. “chill out,” you scoff. “my parents know you’re here and i already texted your mom and told her we caught a late movie.”

he groans, covering his face from the sunlight. “why does my head hurt so bad?”

“probably because you decided to party a little too hard last night?” you raise an eyebrow. you walk over with some medicine and some toast. “eat up or go back to sleep. i don’t care,” you frown.

xukun slowly eats, his eyes following you as you sit at the desk to do your homework.

it’s when he hears your phone ring and the name “nongnong” leave your mouth that all the feelings from last night come back

now xukun has been trying to deny his feelings for you for a while. afterall, you were his best friend and he wasn’t the type to just ruin a relationship this strong just because he has some stupid feelings. but when he saw you talking to linong after school the other day, he felt a sting in his heart. the last conversation he had with you ended with him leaving you at the school and telling you to tell linong to take you home. (ziyi ended up taking you home that day after ranting about how much of a jerk xukun is)

he doesn’t know what comes over him but he’s suddenly climbing over the bed and toward you

“yeah, i’ll do all of the even numbered questions and you-“

“linong?”

“what are you doing?!” you scold, looking at xukun, who has taken your phone away and is now talking

“it’s xukun. can you call back later? no, everything is fine. i just really need to do this or else i might never have the guts to ever again. okay. okay. bye byeeee.”

“what are you doing?!” you ask again as he shoves your phone in his pocket.

“we have to talk,” he sighs, sitting on the bed.

“cai xukun, after all the trouble you’ve put me through this weekend, the last thing i wanna do is talk to you.”

“i meant what i said,” he blurts out.

“what-“

“i’ve liked you ever since the third grade and i don’t know when it happened but i ended up falling in love with you - hard. and if you don’t love me back like that then we can just go back to being friends and -“

“why are you telling me this now?” you whisper.

he shrugs, “i just...because linong is so much better. he’s smart and humble and is president of our class while i’m just some basketball playing airhead who can’t even get the girl.”

“you could have any girl you wanted. why me?”

he shakes his head and smiles, “why not you?”

“you promise this isn’t some sort of sick and twisted game where i end up the butt of the joke?” you eye him suspiciously

“maybe this will convince you it’s real.”

and that’s when it happens

your best friend ever since you were little is kissing you

needless to say, it was real

as a couple you guys did a lot of couple outfits

you wearing his jersey on game days

lots and lots of cute stuff sksksksk

ok the end sorry i suck at endings

(a/n: i’m going to stop it here just because im really bad at endings. i have like 8 drafts that i cant post just because i suck at endings. i might delete this too sooooooooooooo. i also didn’t proof read it because i just wanna get this cringey post over with so if you see a mistake, let me know!)

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