#talia doesn't know if she wants to laugh or just Sigh

[lvis44]

Sweet Escape - Pt. 2 // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, 18+ NSFW (Minors DNI), smut, regret of sexual acts, alcohol consumption, age difference, jealousy, general angst, secrecy, not edited

Word Count: 4.6k+

Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

Notes: We had some drama in the last part, but things are going to start getting a little unhinged, buckle up! The next part probably won't be up until the beginning of next week. Try to ignore the fact that I can not and never have been able to keep the same tense through a whole story and I am a fan of run on sentences, its simply how my brain works lol. I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Thank you for all of the love thus far! Enjoy!

Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One

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You jolt awake to the feeling of a hand brushing over your forehead. You have absolutely no idea how long you’ve been asleep, curled up in the corner of the couch. It could have been 10 minutes or five hours.

“Sorry, sorry, shhh it’s okay.” A familiar British accent soothes you, his hand still stroking your hair in a comforting manner.

“Lew?” You croak out, your voice much more hoarse than you had expected it to be.

“It’s me sweetie.” His voice stays low and comforting, “Why are you on the couch?”

It takes you a second to blink your eyes open, blurriness clouding your vision. When you finally see him, he looks exhausted, and maybe a little drunk.

“I was worried about you, tried to stay up” You mumble drearily, still not really awake.

“I’m sorry, I’m okay, no need to worry about me.” His large hand comes to rest on your cheek as you start to wake up a bit more.

“Where did you go?” You ask, trying to elbow yourself up on the couch slightly.

He frowns, looking away from you, “Don’t worry about it. How about you get to bed? I’m home now, no need for concern.”

You nod, getting up from the couch and heading towards the hallway where everyone is asleep. You pause for a moment, remembering that Talia has taken over your room. You glance at the clock over the bar, seeing that it’s past three in the morning. You know Charlotte offered for you to sleep with her but you feel bad possibly waking her after she's already been asleep for nearly four hours. You let out a deep sigh, turning back toward Lewis. He’s sitting on the couch where you left him, his legs wide with his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, he looks distressed. He doesn’t seem to even realize that you're still in the room as you make your way over to the bar. You grab two fresh glasses, pouring the both of you a drink. His head snaps up as he hears the liquid pouring. You carefully make your way over to him, wordlessly offering him one of the glasses before you take a seat next to him.

“You should really go to bed Y/N.” He says without much meaning, taking a sip of the fresh Gin and Tonic, leaning back into the couch.

“Talk to me.” You say, ignoring his comment, curling yourself up into the couch. Your knees are to your chest as you face him, his arm coming up over the back of the couch, just barely above you.

“What do you even want me to say?” He laughs almost cynically.

“Where did you go tonight?” You ask against your better judgment. You’ve known Lewis long enough to know that when he says he doesn't want to talk about something, he truly doesn't, but your curiosity is getting the best of you.

He lets out a long sigh, leaning forward to set his drink down on the coffee table before looking toward you.

“I really don’t think you want to know Y/N.” He says, quickly lowering his eyes so he doesn't have to meet your eye contact.

“What do you mean?” You pry, placing your own glass on the table.

“I’ve been to this island quite a few times, I’ve gotten to know the good spots.” He starts, leaning forward to take a big sip out of his glass like he needs it to carry on with the story, “There’s this bar, maybe a mile away, it’s almost always open. I went there, just wanted a drink, alone, to cool down a bit. But… in all honesty, I just came from the hostesses apartment.”

“Oh.” You’re not quite sure how to respond.

“I know, it’s stupid, but I just needed to blow off some steam I guess.” He shrugs as if it’s nothing out of the ordinary, however the look on his face is one of pure shame, he still won’t look at you.

“I mean, you’re a single adult, it doesn’t really matter I guess.” You try to sound confident however your voice wavers, unsure of how to properly navigate the situation.

“No Y/N, I might be but… the situation I left behind, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to anyone.” He lets out another deep sigh before continuing, “I really fucked up, and I think I fucked up with someone I really care about.”

This takes you by complete surprise, never would you have pegged Talia as someone Lewis would truly care about. You’ve always thought he was a decent judge of character when it comes to everyone but his play things. You really couldn’t imagine them as a true couple, they barely seemed to have anything in common. You felt a small pit form in your stomach, realizing that if he wanted to make things work with her, she would be around a whole lot more often. You couldn’t help but feel like that would be the demise of your friendship with Lewis, you doubt she would want you around after she made her feelings on you very clear.

You take a large swig of your drink, downing half of it in one sip, hoping to push away the ache that is starting to form in your chest. You don’t want to imagine a world without your friends, without Lewis, in your life. Despite having a million questions for him, you don’t push, not really in the mood to hear him confess his feelings for the woman you despise. He seems to be in a similar boat, acting to change the subject quickly.

“Where did you learn to make such a good drink, huh?” His voice is lighter now, almost teasing. You can tell he’s attempting to diffuse the conversation.

“I’m almost positive I’ve told you this before, but I used to be a bartender. It was my job in college.” You tell him, settling into the couch, just enjoying your uninterrupted time with him, “Besides, its a gin and tonic, it would be pretty sad if someone fucked that up.”

His laugh was tired but still held the boyish charm it always does, “Oh trust me, Miles can fuck up a gin and tonic. I’ve experienced it.” He looks at you with a smirk before continuing, “And no you’ve never told me that, because I’m certain if you had, that I would have told you that I too used to be a bartender.”

“Oh really?” You raise an eyebrow at him, wanting to hear more. You’ve only ever known of him as a racer, never even thinking of the possibility he did other things while getting to where he is now.

“Yup, back when I was like eighteen,” He nods, taking another sip of his drink, “my last day I got absolutely hammered though. I made myself try everything I’d been serving.”

You giggle, picturing a hammered teenage Lewis, “I should have thought of that on my last day. All I did was throw my apron at my manager and tell him to ‘go to hell’.”

“Ah, yes, a fantastic way to leave a job. I’m sure you got lot’s of good references from that one.” He teases you.

“Hey, he was a sexist pig, I don’t need references from someone like that.” You defend yourself.

“I’m sure you had plenty of good reasons, you always do.” He assures.

“Tell me more about you as a youngster. I only know grown adult Lew, I don’t know much about teenage Lew.” You prompt him, settling further into the couch, ready for a story.

He does the same, relaxing himself so his arm hangs just around your shoulders, pulling you into him slightly, “You know plenty about me as a kid.” He furrows his brow.

“Well I know the stuff that everybody else knows, I know the karting career, the underdog story, but I also thought I knew plenty about adult you before we met. I was very wrong about that though.” You laugh a little.

“Okay, fair. Well I was a royal pain in the ass when I first got to f1, my ego was sky high. It didn’t take long for me to settle down, thankfully, but I’ve definitely grown a lot since then.” He starts, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

You hum, urging him to continue. He tells you about his old partying habits, random fights he’d been in during his school days, how rivalries played out off track. He tells you about the Lewis you watched on the television for so many years, and you find it quite fascinating. You try so hard to keep listening, humming every once in a while to let him know that you're still there. You could listen to him talk for hours, his voice so soothing and peaceful. You try to fight your sleep, but it's useless, his voice lulls you into a peaceful slumber. You cuddle further into his arm as he tightens his hold on you, your head lands on his shoulder and you feel him rest his cheek against you, his own exhaustion taking over. The warmth of his body is so grounding and you can’t help but wish you could stay there, tucked against him, forever.

. . .

“Well it’s nice to see you’re alive.” You’re woken to the sound of Charlotte's voice in the kitchen. You’re alone on the couch, a blanket draped over you.

“It’s not like I disappeared for a week or something, I was gone for a couple hours. I’m fine Char.” You hear Lewis, you can tell he’s trying to keep his voice down, hoping not to wake anyone.

“No, not this time, but you’ve done that before and it scared the shit out of me.” Her voice sounds emotional. You feel bad eavesdropping but you perk up at that, intrigued as to what she’s talking about.

“That was different, you know that.” The tone in his voice tells you he’s trying to shut the topic down, not wanting to speak about it any further.

“Of course I know that, but it’s not like you to go awol on us like that. The only times you do are never good for you.” Charlotte says, her voice getting slightly louder.

“Keep it down, Y/N is still asleep, right there.” Lewis hushes her.

“Sorry,” Her voice is quiet again, “where did you even go last night?”

“I went and saw Marina.” His voice is much quieter now, like they’re exchanging secrets.

“Holy crap, how is she?” Charlotte sounds shocked, and almost a little concerned.

Now you’re incredibly confused. Lewis had told you he spent the night with some hostess from a bar, he hadn’t mentioned a name of any sort and you have no idea why Charlotte would know who she was.

“She’s definitely been better but she’s hanging in there. She wasn’t too impressed that I didn’t tell her I was gonna be in town.” He keeps his voice low.

“And how’s Leon?” Charlotte sounds almost giddy as she asks.

You know you should make your conscious presence known but it feels almost too late, they’ve gotten too far into what seems to be a very private conversation. You don’t want either of them to be mad at you, although they would have every right, you’re violating their privacy majorly.

“He’s good,” You can almost hear the smile on Lewis’s face as he speaks, “he’s getting freaking big. He comes up to my hip already.”

You can’t hear Charlotte's next comment as dishes clank around, one of them cleaning up the kitchen from the abandoned dinner the night before.

“Yeah, I just wish I could help them out more. I send them money but that doesn’t really make up for her being a single mom.” Lewis says.

“You do more than enough for them Lewis.” You hear Charlotte reassure him, “Why didn’t you tell her you were going to be in town?”

“I knew if I tried to go see her, Talia would want to come, and there’s no sense in introducing Leon to someone that he’s never gonna see again. It wouldn’t be fair.” Lewis sighs.

You stay so still on the couch, you’re not sure you’re even breathing, desperate to hear where the conversation goes. You have so many questions. Why would Lewis have told you he hooked up with someone instead of telling you the truth? Why does he feel so responsible for this kid? Is it his?

“Wassup bruv, good to see you’re in one piece.” You hear Miles' voice burst through the kitchen, effectively ending the conversation between Lewis and Charlotte.

You let out a small sigh, knowing you won’t learn anymore, at least for now. You stay on the couch for a few more minutes, listening to Miles harass Lewis about his insane guest, before you deem it long enough to safely make your presence known. You make your way off the couch, taking the blanket and wrapping it around yourself. You’re still in your swimsuit from yesterday and you feel disgusting, you desperately want a shower and some fresh clothing.

“Morning.” You greet the three of them quietly. Feeling the guilt of listening to them gnaw at your core.

“How’d you sleep?” Lewis asks, “Apologies if my shoulder isn’t the most comfortable pillow in the world.”

You laugh before responding, “Honestly, not bad, I think I could have fallen asleep on any surface last night.”

“I was waiting for my cuddles last night, I’m offended that I got beat out.” Charlotte sends a scowl in Lewis’s direction.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up, it was really late.” You give her a sympathetic smile, knowing she’s only really half joking.

“Yeah that brings up a problem that we currently have, the wicked witch is still here.” Miles points out, gesturing his thumb down the hall where she must still be sleeping.

“Yeah, I know, I’ll deal with it.” Lewis sighs, rolling his eyes. His response surprises you a bit, you wonder if he doesn’t want to make his feelings known to his other friends, that maybe it was a moment of weakness when he revealed it to you.

He makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and placing a kiss to the top of your head before speaking quietly in your ear, “Your stuff is still in my room. How about you go take a shower and get dressed while I make you something to eat, sound good?”

You nod, whispering a quiet thank you before making your way down the hall and toward his bedroom. You had yet to actually step foot in his room but when you did you were in awe. He was staying in the suite, seeing as he had rented the house. His bed looked even more comfortable than the one in your room and his view was unmatched. There was a large terrace off the side of the room that you had only seen from outside. The room was big enough to hold a seating area that rivaled your living room at home. You found your bag, neatly placed on a chair, obviously picked up from wherever it had been chucked the night before. You rummaged through it hoping to find your bag of toiletries to go take a shower, huffing when you realized she hadn’t been that thorough while evicting you. You grab a clean change of clothes and make your way to the bathroom, hoping you can at least rinse off. The bathroom is just as impressive as the bedroom, an impressive combination of marble and teak that shouldn’t work as well as it does. The shower is massive with two large rainfall shower heads. You almost moan when you see it, eager to enjoy the hot water on your incredibly tense muscles. As you wait for the water to heat up you try to locate the towels, as you do, you see both Talia’s and Lewis’ body washes sitting on the counter. You contemplate stealing hers for a moment, but you don’t even want to smell like her. You opt to steal Lewis’s figuring he won’t mind.

The shower is just as therapeutic as you had hoped it would be and the clean clothes make you feel like a whole new person. As you walk past what used to be your bedroom you hear her moving around, you can only hope she’s finally packing and getting ready to leave. You end up finding Lewis, Charlotte, and Miles on the back deck, a large spread of food in front of them. You take the seat next to Lewis and he smirks at you as you sit down.

“What?” You ask, confused by the look he’s giving you.

“You smell familiar.” He teases you.

You blush, feeling immediately embarrassed that he noticed, “I’m sorry, I borrowed your soap but when Talia kicked me out of my room she didn’t-” Your rambled apology is quickly cut off.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry about it, s’not a problem. I kinda like it.” He offers you a comforting smile, placing his hand on your knee. “Now what do you want to eat? We’ve got plenty of options.”

The atmosphere throughout breakfast finally feels normal, like the vacation that you were all supposed to be able to enjoy. Charlotte makes mimosas and Lewis keeps your plate full, despite your constant pleas for him to stop, you’re pretty sure you’re going to burst at the seams pretty soon.

“So I was thinking maybe we could head back down to the beach today, Volleyball has been calling my name since I saw the net.” Miles pipes up.

“Sounds good to me, get ready to get your ass whooped though.” Lewis says through a mouthful of pancake.

“Last time I played Volleyball I sprained my ankle and got a concussion, but I’m happy to be a cheerleader.” You said, laughing.

All three of them looked at you with very amused expressions.

“Please elaborate on how the hell you managed that?” Lewis urges you, you can tell he’s ready to taunt.

“Well clumsiness and hard balls don’t really go well together.” You shrug taking a sip of your mimosa.

They all burst out laughing, agreeing that maybe you should stick to the sidelines. The lighthearted air is cut short as Steph walks out to the back deck, her eyebrows almost to her hairline and clearly unamused. The reason is made clear quickly as Talia gets to the door, her hands on her hips and a scowl across her face.

“So playboy, you get me a flight out of here or what?” She throws her hands to her sides, staring hard at Lewis.

“If you’ll excuse me.” He wipes his mouth as he stands up from the table.

“You know its pretty classy of you, eye fuck her all day and then go spend the night somewhere else while I’m tossed to the side like dirty laundry.” You hear her start to berate him as they walk into the house.

“Well she’s a joy.” Steph mumbles, taking a seat and loading up a plate.

The conversation turns easy again, Miles filling Steph in on what has now turned into a Volleyball tournament apparently. He’s given you the job of ref, despite you trying to explain to him that you have no clue what the rules of the game even are. Lewis still hasn’t returned to the table as you all finish up and head off to go get ready for a beach day again. You walk into his room to grab your stuff, finding him sprawled back on the bed, an arm over his face.

“You good?” You ask quietly, hoping not to startle him.

He lets his arm flop to the side, glancing over at you, “Soonest flight out of here isn’t until five, so we’re stuck with her for the rest of the day.”

“Why doesn’t she just go do something while she waits?” You point out the obvious option while you rummage for a fresh swimsuit.

“Because she’s not a reasonable person, I think we’ve established that.” He gives you a look that makes you chuckle.

“Fair point,” you nod, “I’m just gonna go change and then we’re gonna head down.”

He nods, getting up off the bed as you head into the bathroom to change. The swim suit you chose for the day is one of your nicer ones. It's a one piece with bright colors and more cutouts than it really needs. The hips come up high and put most of you on display but it makes you feel confident. When you make your way out of the bathroom Lewis has already changed into a new set of swim trunks, you know he’s watching you intently as you step in front of the mirror, trying to adjust the tie behind your neck. He comes up behind you, brushing your hands away and redoing the tie himself. When he’s done he doesn’t step away, instead he steps closer to you. His bare torso pressed to your back, you can feel his bulge on your ass and you have to take a deep breath to steady yourself. You watch him carefully in the mirror as he leans down, placing a kiss to your neck making you gasp, then another, and another, each one going higher toward your ear. When he gets to just below your earlobe he nibbles, making your knees go weak. His strong arm comes around your torso, holding you up and keeping you pressed to him.

“I like this one.” He mumbles against your skin, continuing with his assault of wet kisses on your neck, finding every perfect spot as if by magic.

You feel his tongue trace over your skin, his head moving so he’s closer to your throat, placing a kiss to your clavicle before moving back up your neck. His hand that is placed on your stomach moves down slowly, almost seeking permission first, he reaches the crease between your hip and your thigh, that movement alone making you whimper. His other hand turns your face toward his, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth before properly kissing you. You melt into the kiss, his tongue so skillfully dancing with yours. You feel him move the small material of your swimsuit to the side, his thumb brushing over your clit ever so slightly, making you moan softly into his mouth. He takes that as a good sign, moving his thumb up and down in a gentle pattern with the perfect amount of pressure as his middle finger makes his way down to your embarrassingly wet opening. He applies the slightest pressure and you take notice of how thick just the tip of his finger feels. He groans into your mouth, feeling how wet you are, how easy it would be to take you right now, up against this mirror. You moan again as his finger slips past your walls, entering you at the perfect angle. He pulses his finger against the spot in the most intoxicating way, leaving you a panting mess. You can already feel your high creeping up on you as he inserts another finger, stretching you further. He groans again, a deep satisfied sound from his chest, thinking about just how snug you would feel around his cock.

“Good girl, such a good girl f’me,” His breath is just as ragged as yours and you can feel just how hard he is, pressed up against your ass, “you like that don’t you, like how I touch you. You’re gonna come so quick, I can feel it. Let it go for me Y/N, come all over my hand.” His kisses move back down your jaw as he talks you to your high but something about him saying your name slapped you back down to earth.

It hits you like a ton of bricks, your best friend who is nearly ten years your senior, is fingering you in his room while your friends wait for you at the beach. Not only that but the woman he had brought simply to fuck is still in your old room, two doors down the hall. You're still not sure where he was last night or what he was talking about with Charlotte this morning. It hasn’t even been twenty four hours since the explosion where Talia accused him of wanting to fuck you and here you are, proving her right. Immediately your orgasm vanishes and you start to push him away.

“Lewis, no, stop.” You say, pushing him away.

He lets you go easily but is incredibly confused. He shakes his head, his brow furrowed, trying to make sense of where your rejection suddenly came from.

“Y/N, what's wrong, are you okay?” He tried to step toward you, not to resume but in hopes of offering some sort of comfort.

“No,” You back away from him, you can see the pain flash over his face at your movement, “we can’t-, that can’t-, I’m, I’m not her, I-.” You can’t string together a full sentence, feeling like you might cry at a moment's notice.

“I know, Y/N, hey, it’s okay, I’m sorry I thought-” He starts, trying his best to calm you down somehow

“No Lewis, it hasn’t even been twenty four hours, shes still here,” You hiss at him, finally finding your words, “my god, she was right. Fuck. Is that why I’m here? Just so you can get your dick wet?”

“God no Y/N, fuck, yes I know, shitty timing on my part. But-” He tries to speak again but you cut him off once more.

“Yeah no shit, ‘shitty timing’.” You mock his accent, “I am not a fucking rebound or some play thing for you, especially after what you said last night. That, whatever that was, it can’t happen.” You shake your head.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what it was, I promise, I thought that-” Once again you cut him off.

“Yeah, I can tell what you fucking thought Lewis.” You keep your voice down but it still comes out harsh.

“Jesus Christ, would you please let me speak?” He sounds desperate, it’s written all over his face.

“I can’t do this Lewis, I have to go.” You put your hands up, stopping any further conversation from him before turning and walking out of the room.

“Y/N.” You hear him call your name behind you.

“Y/N.” It comes again, this time louder, but you can tell he’s not getting any closer. He’s not following you, and you’re thankful.

You feel so ashamed and so angry. You hate him right now, you hate that he chose that moment, this situation. You hate her for being right, he was trying to sleep with you. But you hate yourself too, you hate that you melted into him so easily, you hate that you didn’t stop him sooner. More importantly though, you hate that you loved it, you hate that you wish you didn’t stop him at all, you hate that you now want more, that you want to know exactly what he feels like, what he tastes like, everything about him. He made you  putty in his hands with just his lips alone, you can only imagine what else he is capable of. You hate that you know exactly what he offers, that he's willing to offer it, and you can’t accept it. You felt exactly what he possesses, pressed against your ass and now you will never be able to get the thought of it out of your head. You hate this.

But most important of all, you hate that you may have just lost Lewis.

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[smartycvnt]

Heavy in Your Arms

Title: Heavy in Your Arms

Pairing: Talia al Ghul x Reader

Prompt: "I am never at peace more than in your arms."

Word Count: 728

"Come back inside, it's freezing." Ash had barely been out on the balcony for a few seconds and was already shivering. Gotham winters were always cold, but now they were approaching the worst of it. Ash wasn't sure that she could remember a winter this cold in years. Talia claimed that it wasn't that bad, but Ash knew better than to believe her.

"I am fine. Go back inside, I'll be right behind you," Talia said. Ash didn't believe her. There was something different about Talia's tone. It was far more formal with her than it usually was. Ash knew that Talia had come from a meeting with Bruce earlier in the day, so maybe it was from that.

"Please hurry, the bed is far too cold without you to be comfortable," Ash said meekly. Talia finally turned around as Ash started to go back inside. Ash had made it halfway down the hallway towards their bedroom before Talia came back in.

"Do not give me that look." Talia pointed at Ash. It was meant to be a warning, but Ash had never taken Talia all that seriously. She would do what she wanted, and that defiance was part of why Talia had been drawn to her. Ash fought like someone who had grown up with the same discipline and structure that Talia had, and yet, Ash acted completely different.

"There's something going on with you, I just know," Ash said. Talia sighed as she sat kneeled down at the edge of their bed. Technically, it was Ash's, but Talia had been staying there almost exclusively for the past six months. The apartment was a little small and in a dangerous neighborhood, but with Ash there, it felt more like home than anywhere else.

"Worry doesn't look good on you. Where is my free bird?" Talia asked. She was dodging, and Ash knew it, but Ash also knew how easily the information would come later. There was a process to extracting that sort of thing from Talia, one that Ash had practically mastered some time ago. They hadn't been seeing each other for long, but Ash had her ways of getting information out of everybody.

"I'm right here, where I always am. Where are you?" Ash grabbed onto Talia's hand and placed it over her chest. Talia closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of Ash's heart beating in her chest. It was a steady rhythm, always reliable whenever Talia needed something to ground her. Ash never really seemed to be scared of anything, not even Talia. She made Talia feel like a normal person, something that nobody else had ever managed.

"Can we lay down together? I'd like for you to hold me," Talia said. Ash nodded as she scooted back to make room for Talia on the bed. It wasn't like Talia to ask for these things, not without prior libations. Ash liked the idea of Talia becoming so comfortable in their relationship that she allowed herself to become vulnerable. Well, as vulnerable as an al Ghul could get. Ash knew that there were limits to that sort of thing. "If I say something, do you promise not to run or laugh?"

"I wouldn't dream of doing either of things to you, ever." Ash spoke with a seriousness that Talia didn't think that she had ever heard from the woman before. All of the lightheartedness had been sucked from Ash's being in that moment, and despite the severity of Ash's tone, Talia felt at peace because of it.

"I am never more at peace than in your arms," Talia confessed. Ash gave Talia a moment to further collect her thoughts before realizing from the prolonged silence that Talia was finished. It was a big revelation, one that Talia hadn't planned on ever making. Ash had an inkling that Talia felt that way, but it meant something completely different to know it for certain.

"You're my safe place too," Ash said quietly. It was barely more than a whisper, spoken quietly enough that only Talia would ever be able to hear it. Ash didn't know how long Gotham would let them be together, but she was more than happy to spend every second she had left with Talia by her side. Maybe, just maybe, they'd be fortunate to make it out on the other side together.

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[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Imagine Stiles meeting Derek when they're both young. But Derek is not a human at the time, so Stiles doesn't actually know that he's met Derek before.

Derek has always been more in tune with his wolf side than anyone else in his pack, maybe except his mom who is the Alpha. So his retreats are almost always seclusion as an actual wolf, and everyone in the pack knows it. It's not unusual for Derek to come back from school, neatly keep his shoes/bag in their proper places, and then go out to the woods. He's normally back in an hour, max two... but one day he doesn't.

Stiles, who hasn't even hit double digits yet in age, has pieced together that his mother is very, very ill, and that she's going to die soon, and that his parents are trying to keep this from him for whatever reason. So he needs a safe place to be upset, to be angry, which he gets because nobody goes to woods, right? He's pretty sure the closest people near there would be the Hales, the people who everyone in town gossips about, but none of them actually have a single clue about the family.

So he goes to the forest, and cries. He beats a tree, gets hurt, cries again. He keeps doing this until a little wolf comes out of the bushes and scrutinizes him.

They become instant besties.

Derek only came out because he heard a child crying, and now that he's with the child, he can't just leave him, right? The child is upset, like, so much upset, so he follows the boy — Stiles — home, and then stays the night, because he just... can't seem to leave Stiles.

Meanwhile, the Hales are freaking out. Laura and Cora are hysterically looking for their brother, while Papa Hale is cycling furiously between anger and worry — "I told you, Talia, that letting him go out in the forest alone was a bad idea!" "OH MY GOD my son looks like a literal puppy in his wolf form, WHAT IF SOMETHING ATE HIM?!" — with Talia doing the same, though she's a little bit calmer about than is. Peter, though, is sitting quietly in the corner, laughing internally at them all, because he was there with Derek in the forest (out of Derek's sensing range like always) and saw his nephew leave with the little boy.

Now cue to future years, and Peter commenting something like "Nephew, I liked you better when you looked like a puppy," and Stiles stilling because he'd always thought how uncanny the resemblance was between Derek's wolf form and that wolf from his childhood. And also, didn't Derek learn to full-shift recently?

(Needless to say, there are a few revelations — one of them being that Derek could not full-shift when his anchor was anger — more than a few sappy "We were always meant for each other" and even more fake gagging on their pack's side).

Ah, the angsty fluffiness. Sigh. Now I want a full fic like this \○/

Oh my gosh, that is adorable in so many ways.

#sterek #sterek au #sterek imagine #imagine sterek #sterek childhood au #wolf derek #wolf!derek #young stiles stilinski #young derek hale #teen wolf imagine #imagine teen wolf #teen wolf au

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Yesterday

S1 | Tim/MC | 5500+ words | @mrsbsmooth

After Love Island, Tim really has it all; the career; the money; any girl in the world he wants ... well, maybe except one. Not that he cares, he definitely doesn't care.

Tim pulled the BMW into the studio parking lot, and threw it in park the tiniest bit too early, drawing a grinding, crunching noise from the engine. 

“Whoops,” he muttered, as he grabbed his cap, scrambling out of the car. He left it parked slightly askew, knowing no one would trouble him about it. Not that he’d be bothered if they did.

His music switched from his car to his headphones, and he pulled them over his ears as he walked down the long, winding pathway and into the oversized glass building. He skipped through the samples he’d been sent, and yet again, nothing caught his interest.

None of the hooks were right. Or the pacing was off. Or the vibe… it just… it wasn’t… 

He sighed. He was only about twenty minutes late for the meeting. On time, really, considering how irregularly he even remembered they were on. 

But Talia probably wouldn’t mind. Probably. 

Talia had taken over as his manager when they left the villa, mostly because she knew the industry and Tim didn’t. And she was a very good manager. A great manager. Didn’t take shit from anyone. Didn’t seem to care if he was late for meetings with the studio execs. 

Except she’d been messaging him all morning.

Talia: Where the fuck are you holy shit

Talia: Get here NOW!!!!!!!

Talia: You are so fucked

Tim grimaced as he jogged up to the lift. 

Timye: mate im almost there chill out

He watched the three dots appear and disappear multiple times, as he walked towards the conference room he always met the execs in. Pushing open the glass door, head bowed down as his attention went back to his phone, he was already sprouting out an measly excuse to his lateness.

“Sorry, mates, had a bit of car trouble and I–”

He’d looked up and his heart sank into his stomach, catching sight of the jet black hair and poisoned stare that he’d hoped to never encounter again. 

Chelle.

“What’s she doing here?” He asked loudly to the room of people whose names he couldn’t be arsed to remember. 

Chelle rolled her eyes. “She just got signed to this label.”

Tim turned to the execs, his eyes finding the only one he remembered. “Nicky, you signed her? Seriously? Come on! I’m like, your biggest client!”

Nicky raised his eyebrow, frowning at Tim. “Well, we were going to discuss it at the last meeting… but you weren’t present.”

Tim frowned, taking his seat next to Talia. “I’m not happy about this.”

“Well,” Talia raised an eyebrow. “You’ll be a whole lot less happy once they tell you why you’re both in the same room right now.”

And boy, was she right. 

“Nope, not happening.” He shook his head. “Not a chance in hell.”

“Tim, you don’t exactly have a choice in the matter,” Nicky frowned. “You haven’t released any music in six months. You told us you’d have something done by February, and it’s March. We need a summer album release, and Chelle has assured us she can make it happen.”

“I can make it happen without her help.” Tim sneered, but Nicky just shook his head.

“Your reassurances won’t cut it anymore, we want something we can actually work with.”

Every fibre of his body was shaking with rage, yet the only sound that escaped him was a laugh. It was the sort of derisive sneer that could match one of Allegra’s, but he felt he’d outdone her with that one. 

“Typical,” he said, the word coming out with the unhinging of his jaw.

“What was that, Big T?” Chelle spat. Her fingernails drummed across the table at her impatience with him. Nothing new then. “If you’ve got something to say, why don’t you say it with your full chest, big man?”

He spun to look at her directly, finally looking her in the eye. The fire behind her brown iris matched the flames behind his own. “Fuck you, Chelle,” he said, barely managing to get it out through gritted teeth. “How’s that for saying it with my chest?

She replied with a short burst of humourless laughter, before cooing at him, “Aww, poor Tim. Is someone making you do work? Boohoo.” She leant forward in her chair towards him. “Let me play you a sad song on the world’s smallest violin.”

“Alright, that’s enough, you two,” Nicky intervened again. He was pointing between the pair of them like he was giving a stern talking to some naughty school kids. “You’re working together. That is final. Now grow up, and get to work. We expect to see some progress by the end of the week.”

Tim’s gaze was hot on Chelle’s and hers right back at him. He left the meeting in stony silence.

Tim was lying on his couch, feet on the coffee table that was strewn with ripped magazines and scrunched up beer cans from the night before, losing to Mason 3-0 in FIFA. The roll up was in the ashtray, smoky tendrils filling the room, mixing with the stale smell of the room.

“My fuckin’ controller’s acting up.”

“That’s the exact sort of bollocks a Toby would say.”

“Gretchen, stop trying to make ‘Toby’ happen,” Tim whined, not taking his eyes from the TV for a second, as he snapped back at Mason.

An intense encounter had them both too distracted to do anything more than purse their lips and mutter out some self encouragement.

He was mid play, eyes pinned to the telly, when the lift dinged. He ignored the noise, ignored the two steps of Talia’s heels entering the open living room, the sharp clang of those pinpoint heels unmistakable on his expensive and cold floor.

Hard to ignore though, was the piercing way his name ripped from her lips. “Tim.”

She sounded like his mum. Now wasn’t the time to take his eyes from the TV, so he kept on playing, replying back in the same tone. “Talia.”

He heard her sighing heavily and made no comment on it. “I came to check on you and ask about the samples Chelle sent you today?”

At the mention of her name, his brows furrowed and his stomach twisted into a knot. “Yeah, I got them.”

He offered nothing more. The silence lingered as Talia waited, only ending up disappointing herself as he stayed quiet.

“And did you listen to them?”

It bothered him that the clear frustration in her tone was so directly and responsibly at him, with him. The knot in his belly only doubled, cinching his own frustrations even tighter.

“Why would I?” He replied, his mind wandering further and further from the game. Mason just scored, assaulting the air with a jovial pump of his fist. Tim just scowled even harder. “Just tell her they’re shit and send them back.”

As the screen cut to black before showing a replay of Mason’s goal, Tim saw a flash of Talia’s own scowl being directed at the back of his head in the reflection of the telly.

It was followed by the storming of her heels on the hard flooring. Crossing the room to the TV, she heartlessly ripped the power cord out of the back of the Playstation, sternly maintaining her silence over Tim and Mason’s loud protests.

Mason was very much forgotten about as Talia rounded on Tim, finger wagging at him as she slowly and surely closed the distance between them. “You’re not a fucking soundcloud rapper any more, Tim. You have a record deal. And you need to put something on that record if you want to keep it.”

Mason waved over at Tim. “He’s a number one selling artist. Lad’s entitled to a break if he wants it -”

“He isn’t meant to be on a break right now, this is meant to be when he’s working on something like he promised!”

Shaking his head, Mason stood, cracking his knuckles. “Pfft, man, if Talia’s about to pitch a fit, I’m out.”

Talia glared at him, as Tim tried his best not to laugh. He reached out, slapping Mason’s hand as a farewell on Mason’s way to the lift. He turned to Talia, and sighed heavily, lamenting the silence he was about to break. 

“Ok, go ahead.”

“Don’t.” Talia said it with such heavy exhaustion, her eyes shutting alongside her weariness. She groaned in frustration, her eyes suddenly snapping open again as she continued, “Don’t fucking do that!”

“Do what?”

She threw her hands up around her head. “Every time I try to talk to you about it, you just make me feel like I’m lecturing you!”

“...But you are lecturing me.”

“You’re almost twenty-five, I shouldn’t fucking have to!” She pointed at him, the warning evident in her tone and bony finger. “I’m trying to fucking help you, Tim. You can’t just sit here and smoke your way to another number one!”

Tim looked away, and this time it wasn’t because he was pretending there was something more interesting. The knots in his stomach from earlier reached up to his chest, tightening beneath his ribs, squeezing him until he couldn’t breathe. But he could. He let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, his jaw unclenched.

His eyes were drawn to his phone screen flashing with another new notification on the table. Like always, another came through, and another notification after another notification. Text after text after text after fucking text from those who couldn’t get enough of him now that he was famous.

That’s all anyone ever wanted from him these days. A slice of the high life, a sliver of fame that came with knowing him. Ever since the show, they had gotten only more obvious; as his fame reached peak after peak, it only attracted more of the buzzards. 

A cushion connected with his head, spearing him out of his slump. He blinked up at Talia as she demanded, “Pay attention to me!”

“I don’t wanna.” He sulked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, then you should’ve hired someone you hated.”

“I did.” He teased, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, making sure she laughed. She did, tackling him and armed with more cushions. She hit him with them until he felt his bad mood lifting, and started smacking her back. All of a sudden, Talia dropped her weapons and wrapped him in a bear hug.

He settled against Talia, resting his head on her arm. The moment was still, like a single drop of clarity. He sighed heartily, realising that out of everyone and everything in his life right now, the only thing he wouldn’t dream about changing was Talia. 

“Thanks for coming round, Tar,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry I’m a shit.”

Poking his chin with a finger, she spun his head so he had no choice but to look at her. “Talk to me, dude. This can’t just be about Chelle. This has been going on since before you saw her the other day. I hate to say it, but someone’s got to. You’ve been off your game for way longer than this.”

“Oi, I’m not off my game?” He frowned at her, a little offended. A part of him knew she had a point, but she didn’t have to say it out loud.

She quirked a brow up at him. “Oh yeah? Is that why you’re pretending her samples are going to be shit?”

He scowled. Her tone was much gentler as she prodded him with her next words. “Or is it ‘cause you know they’re probably amazing, and that means you have to acknowledge the problem is you?”

Tim sat up, his limbs stiff and his movements awkward. He stared ahead at the black TV screen, his reflection a mush of something only vaguely reflective of being a person. Of being him. His expression hardened and he looked away. “I don’t have a fucking problem. She’s the problem. Not me.”

Exasperatedly, Talia asked, “Have you written anything in the last six months? A single word?”

Tim got to his feet. He stalked away from Talia, his back to her, holding his body rigidly. 

“Fuck off.” It wasn’t rude necessarily, just the sort of dismissive banter Talia had probably come to expect from him. It was meant to say ‘stop’, it was meant to mean ‘you’re pushing too much’. But it meant more than that to her.

“No, you fuck off. I knew you were having trouble. I knew it. Just tell me what’s wrong!? I can probably help!”

“Just fucking leave it, Talia!” he yelled. “Just go. Go away.”

“No! Tim, you can’t just tell people to leave whenever the conversation gets hard!”

He whipped his head up to Talia. She did not just fucking say that. He raised his voice even louder. “Seriously, just get off my fucking case!”

He pulled his shoes on, and threw on a baseball cap, pulling it low over his face. All the while Talia was at his back, a single decibel shy of losing her shit completely. 

Tim just grabbed his keys, and walked out the door. Talia was the only person he had left who would tell him the truth. 

But right now, the truth fucking hurt. 

He got out on the second floor, making his way to the fire stairs at the end of the hallway, and pushed the door open. The staff always left the alarm off for him, so he wouldn’t have to face the paparazzi who constantly waited for him at the front of his building; eager to see which model or socialite or soprano was the most recent to grace the expensive linen sheets on his bed.

It was colder than he expected, though he supposed it was March. He pulled his hood up over his cap, covering as much of his face as he could, as he made his way around the back streets. 

He missed home. He missed feeling like somewhere was home. Everyone knew him in Truro, so he couldn’t blend in there. Even here, in London, he couldn’t find peace. He couldn’t find a single place where he could just… exist. Just be. Be him.

Even now, as he walked down a side street of a city with 8 million people, he was getting sideways glances from waiters smoking cigarettes. Whispering to each other in a language he didn’t understand, but even so, he knew what they were saying. Because he heard the words every time. 

Something, something, something, “Big T.”

So he’d just pull his cap down lower, find a different side street to pace up and down, trying desperately just to get out of his own fucking way. 

The deadline was looming over him like a noose around his neck. 

He didn’t want to do it again. 

He didn’t want to be number one any more. 

He didn’t want to be bringing home models, spending every weekend at whatever party the record label deemed ‘insta-worthy’ enough for him to have to attend. Have his entire life curated for him. 

He didn’t even write his own fucking raps. He’d submit his lyrics, and they’d come back with ‘suggestions’ that shredded his words and replaced them with the marketable version. Sometimes, he’d get to pick a title. 

God, he was just so fucking tired of it.

His feet were the only thing he could focus on, as he nodded his head to the pounding rhythm of them hitting the pavement. He put his headphones on, and tried scrolling through the relentless list of new music he was supposed to be keeping up to date with. But he couldn’t even get through a single song. It was too much for him. 

It was all just so fucking fake. Like a pulse on a corpse, it was lifeless.

So he switched to the Beatles; the familiar melodies making him feel like he was back in Truro, on the bus, listening to the entire discography through a shared pair of earphones with… 

Fuck.

He leaned against the wall in the empty alleyway, lifting his face toward the little sunlight that managed to broker through the dull, grey clouds. Looking at those rays of sunshine, he swallowed hard, wishing he could bask in the glory of the sun’s efforts, but the clouds were too many, the grey had blackened the sky too much.

Talia was right. She always was. He hadn’t written anything in months.

He wasn’t sure he even knew how any more. The record label didn’t care about what he had to say anyway. They only cared about whether or not it would sell.

Tim looked back down at his phone, his eyes hovering over his email app, the four-figure notification counter making him want to throw it across the alleyway and smash it to pieces. 

But something made him tap the icon instead.

The very first name he saw sent his heart into his chest again. 

Michelle Masika

Subject: Sample.

His finger hovered over the attachment, but before he had a chance to press it, his phone rang. 

Chelle’s name and picture blared onto his screen, consuming everything, halting the never ending notifications and the incessant feeling of not doing enough in his stomach.

He wondered how she got his number. Was it someone at the record company, Talia, or had she been like him, and still had it saved all these years later?

He declined the call, and opened the contact record to look at the picture more closely. 

He must’ve forgotten to delete it when they broke up. It was them, in the early days. Wrapped in Christmas scarves and matching goofy woollen hats. He’d taken the picture right as they’d burst out laughing. 

It’d been a long time since someone had properly made him laugh. He used to. This photo showing up was almost spiteful, after everything they’d gone through. All the daggers she’d throw his way nowadays would never erase the look of love she held in the photographs.

His phone buzzed again in his hand, and her name flashed up once more. She knew he’d declined it. 

Tim rolled his eyes as he hit the green button. 

“What?” His voice was flat, empty, direct.

She scoffed. “God, you’re fucking rude.”

“What do you want, Chelle?”

“Come to the studio.”

“Why?”

“Just come, Tim,” she asked, exasperated, like she was pleading with a petulant child. She was softer as she said, “It’s worth it. Trust me.”

Earlier than he’d expected to, Tim pulled the BMW into the studio lot. He parked more slowly this time around, the amount of care in getting the spot perfect having absolutely nothing to do with the fact he was a little nervous to be in a room alone with her.

He walked down the dark corridor, doing his best not to engage with any of the staff. They busied on, making it clear that he really wasn’t all that special. Something he’d long since felt inside himself anyway. 

He pushed open the studio door to the booth he knew Chelle would be working in, and sat down at the table inside, content to mind his own business and hopeful that it would interrupt her work to fetch him.

Chelle bustled around at the panels. She held up a finger when he entered, telling him to wait. Tim rolled his eyes. After a few minutes, she pulled her headphones off and made her way over, sitting down at the table across from him.

But she said nothing. 

She just looked at him, and he looked blankly back at her. Eventually Chelle raised an eyebrow. 

“So if I know you, you haven’t listened to it out of spite.”

Tim just shrugged his shoulders. He glanced up, and found Chelle’s dark eyes studying him the same way they always had. 

But she said nothing. 

Chelle always had a way about her. A quietness. It’d always been one of the things he loved most about her when they were together. The way she’d just exist with him, while he closed his eyes and worked through whatever it was he was trying to figure out in his head. She’d slip her hand into his, and squeeze it tight, silently telling him she’d wait forever, until he was ready to talk. 

He’d never felt as safe as he had when he was with her. 

But the silence between them now just hurt. So he broke it. 

“You’re right. I didn’t.”

“What happened?” She asked, her voice soft, almost as if it was painful to see him like this. “I thought this was what you wanted?”

There was a long pause that was weighed down with gloom. He pictured the sky outside encasing that last drop of sun. “It’s not that simple.”

“Enlighten me then, Tim.” 

“Forget it,” he shrugged. “It’s fuckin’ dumb.”

Chelle folded her arms on the table in front of her. “I’m not going anywhere. Tell me. If you can’t tell Talia, you can’t tell your mates, tell me. Of everyone in the world, you know I’m the last person who’d speak to the media.”

Tim glared at her. “Whatever I thought I knew about you, I was wrong.”

He watched the faltering in her face as Chelle’s eyes dropped to the table, and a wave of guilt washed over him.

And the silence returned. 

They sat like that for a while, neither of them wanting to start, but silently begging the other not to let it go.

Tim heard her breath catch a few times, and he almost spoke, too. 

“You know why I did it,” she whispered. Her voice was quiet. Shaky, but determined. Again, he marvelled at the self-assurance that never wavered within her, the perfect mirror to the crumbled sense of his own self-worth.

Shaking his head, his lips were pursed in a thin line. “No. I still don’t,” he spat. “We fought, I woke up, and you were fucking gone. Just gone.”

Her breathing hitched, catching in her chest. 

She stared him down. “You know why.” 

Every word was punctuated with its own seething menace.

“Because you got cold feet,” he said, throwing the harsh words in a soft tone, letting them brew in derision.

“Tim, we were twenty-two.” Her brows knitted together, her mouth pulled into a grimace of some desperation. “Twenty-two is too young to get married.”

The air conditioning must have switched on, because the room suddenly felt icy. He pressed his nails into the palms of his hands, the mild pain of it a welcome distraction from the pain that he could taste at the back of his throat.

“It wasn’t too young for me,” he whispered.

It was just as raw as when she’d turned him down. The look of panic on her face. The fear. 

It still hurt. It hurt so much.

“We could’ve talked about it,” she said. “But you were so angry when I said it was too soon, and you just…”

“... Talked about it?” One half of his face screwed up as he met her gaze again. “You didn’t exactly make it easy for me to talk to you about it?”

She looked like she was about to cry. “I wasn’t the one screaming.”

“Chelle, you left.”

“You told me to.”

“You were supposed to stay.”

“You were supposed to come after me.”

The silence that fell was the loudest he’d ever heard. He was hanging on by a mere thought. 

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.”

His voice rattled like the front door had that morning; the very first thing he heard before his life slowly began falling apart. 

He could see it as if it was right in front of him. The door of their old place, with its cracked window pane and slightly-loose handle. But try as he might, he’d never be able to reach it; he’d never turn the handle and follow her out into the freezing morning. 

Because he never did. Never even thought to do it until now.

And it all felt so obvious. 

“I was so scared, Tim. You were just starting out, and the parties were starting to get more and more frequent, and I just… I was so scared. That you were just going to get sick of being tied down, and would want to go off and be–”

“--Be what? Be a fuckin’ celebrity?” 

The sudden volume of his voice surprised him almost as much as it surprised her. 

“I dunno, you went on fucking Love Island. People don’t generally go on that to keep a low profile, Big T.”

He clenched his fist, and gritted his teeth. 

“I didn’t go on the show to become a fucking celebrity. I wanted to be able to make music full time. The celebrity part of it is the part I fucking hate. The parties I go to, the people I hang out with, the music, the lyrics, none of it’s me. It’s all fake.”

“And I suppose the millions of dollars and endless stream of women is fake, too?” She spat.

The silence resumed, much more tense than before.

“Chelle, after you left, I lost every bit of motivation I had. I just did whatever they told me to do. I haven’t written anything worth releasing in years, Chelle. The stuff I release is completely made for me. This… the shit I’ve been doing? It’s not music. It’s a fuckin’ lie.”

He looked up at her, and saw something in her dark eyes that he hadn’t seen from anyone in a long, long time. 

Care.

And not just for sales. Not for what they could get from him. 

For him.

“I know.”

She took a deep breath, glancing down at her own hands. 

“I know you used to rap about cars and bitches for fun in the shower. But I also know that that wasn’t what you wrote when it actually came down to the wire. I remember being on the receiving end of your frantic phone calls before your phone died. The ones after your walks?”

Tim smiled a little. “Yeah, ‘cause I knew I wouldn’t be able to write it down fast enough before I forgot it.”

Chelle chuckled slightly. “And you made me put it on speaker, and we used the voice to text on my laptop to try and dictate it all?”

He couldn’t help but smile a little wider at that. “And it always ended up recording the words wrong, and we’d be up until 2am pissing ourselves laughing and trying to remember what it was supposed to say?”

Chelle’s eyes were big, sparkling with the passion that used to light up his entire universe. “Tim… that shit you used to write… it was fucking poetry. It was beautiful.”

Tim blew a raspberry, scoffing slightly. “Whatever.”

“Tim,” Chelle reached across the table for his hand, but he didn’t move to meet hers. She placed her hand on his forearm instead, squeezing it gently. “It’s why I’m here.”

He furrowed his brow at her. “What do you mean?”

“You’re everywhere, now. Every time I turn on the radio they’re playing your songs. Every time I turn on the TV it’s an interview with Big T, talking about your creative process and your inspirations. Every billboard, every conversation, every kid with their headphones on too loud… It’s your music. But not one fucking bar of it is you.”

His shoulders tensed defensively, 

“So, what, you’re just here to help me? The giant paycheck doesn’t appeal to you whatsoever?”

She raised her eyebrows. “They didn’t tell you?”

He furrowed his in return. “Tell me what?”

Chelle laughed. “I get paid a percentage. Nothing upfront. Me getting paid depends on how well your album does.”

Tim furrowed his brow in confusion. He couldn’t wrap his head around why the fuck she would do that. She hated him. She’d screamed it at him with her gaze the second he’d walked into the conference room. “So… wait. You want me to do all my own raps? And try and make it a number one?”

Chelle let her head drop to the table with a dramatic groan. “Tim, you are seriously not getting this. I don’t care if it’s a number one. I just want to watch an interview where you actually believe a single word of what you’re saying.”

And like that, the silence returned. The air conditioning sending a chill through his skin. It must’ve done for her, too, because she shivered. He sighed, and pulled his jacket off, handing it to her like he’d done a million times before. Chelle looked a little surprised, but she took it, slipping her arms into the sleeves and pulling it around her.

He tried to stare at literally anything else in the room except the sight of her in his jacket, knowing what it would do to his heart if he let himself look.

He blew another raspberry. “Alright. Fine. I’ll listen to your fuckin’ track.”

Chelle nervously stood, walking over to the sound board. She passed him a pair of headphones, and gently slipped her own on, but said absolutely nothing. The imaginary noose around his neck tightened as he slipped the headphones on. What if he couldn’t think of anything? What if even her music wasn’t enough? 

What if he really was completely fucking broken? 

As if sensing his anxiety, Chelle reached for his hand. 

And this time, he gave it to her. 

As his fingers brushed against hers, he was worried she’d be able to feel his heart racing through his palms. But the familiar weight of her hand in his flooded him with a reassuring wash of calm that lifted the world from his shoulders. 

How did she still have this effect on him?

A deep, low drum beat started. A slow, low-fi synth curled through his body, and every inch of his skin blazed with goosebumps. His lips parted slightly, as the deep melody started. There was something so familiar about it. He started humming along to the melody, trying to place it, and the words started forming in his head. 

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be,

There's a shadow hanging over me,

Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she had to go, I don’t know, she wouldn’t say.

I said something wrong now I long for Yesterday.

Tim turned to Chelle to comment on it, but stopped. 

She was biting the inside of her lip, nervously shuddering despite his thick jacket wrapped around her. And God, did she look beautiful in it.

Her dark eyes were looking up into his, a little glassy, almost as if the song meant as much to her as it did to him. The beautiful synth beat was filling him with something he hadn’t felt in years. 

Words.

But in that particular moment, there wasn’t a single one of them he wanted to use.

With the smallest movement, he turned his body to hers, and dropped her hand, curling it inside the warm fabric of his jacket, and around her waist. Chelle’s eyes fluttered closed as she tilted her head back.  

And he kissed her.

He kissed her for what felt like decades. Lifetimes. Whatever was longest. And it was freeing, like everything was falling back into place. Every muscle in his body relaxed as he melted into her, her body falling into his hands as he pulled her closer. The world was righting itself, jolted back onto its course. The feel of her waist under his hands. The warm flick of her tongue as she stroked her fingers through his hair. The way her lips felt on his, music pulsing through their ears, just like they did on the bus, back when everything was easy. Back when everything made sense. 

It had never occurred to him before that it wasn’t Truro that made him feel like this.

It was her.

As they broke apart, he pushed her headphones down to hang around her shoulders. She pulled his off as well, and he pressed another kiss to her lips. He rested his forehead on hers briefly, completely incapable of stopping the smile that was wrestling the corners of his cheeks. He took a step back, letting the smile win, as she threw her arms around his neck. 

“Baby, I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I never should’ve left. I–”

“--Shh,” he laughed, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips into her braids. 

He pulled back from her, kissing her once again, then turned and walked toward the recording booth. 

She shot him a confused, playful look, and he winked at her. 

“I reckon I’ve got something for this.”

Chelle broke out in a wide smile, dropping her eyes, as he stepped in to the booth. 

He had something alright. He had everything. The amount of words he had in that moment were almost overwhelming him. 

But he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to forget these ones.

#litg #litg fanfics #litg writers room #writers room #litg fanfic #love island the game #character spotlight #litg tim #tim spotlight

[maynardmaniac07]

Cheated On (JJ Olatunji/KSI)

A/N: I got this request from a comment on Wattpad, I post on there as well! My username is emilywalker9

Y/N's POV

Silence

That is all that I heard when I walked into Simon and JJ's flat

Usually this place is absolute chaos, especially with JJ living here, it is never quiet

I've been friends with the boys for ages

I lived down the road from the first Sidemen house and I regularly bumped into the boys in the neighbourhood

I made friends with Vik, I usually bumped into him when he nipped the shops and I was on a run

I started to go and chill at their house and I became friends with Freya and she introduced me to the rest of the girls and here we are

Talia had actually invited me round to the flat today because I was going to help her and Simon film a video for her channel 

"Simon just popped out but he won't be long, do you want a drink?" Talia asks as I follow her in

"No thanks I'm good! Where is JJ? It seems pretty quiet around here" I ask with a laugh

Talia shrugs

"When I got here, Simon said that he hadn't really seen much of him or heard anything from his room this morning" she explains as she adjusts the camera on the tripod in the middle of the room

"I might go and see if he is ok" I say

It sounds really odd for them not to have heard anything or seen anything from JJ's room

Usually during live streams or just in general you hear him laughing or something

But I have something to admit

I have liked JJ for a long time

Ever since I met him, I have always thought there was some kind of connection there

I was there whilst he was with Seana and after they broke up

I've been in his life throughout everything, I've seen girls come and go

Since JJ has been with his new girlfriend, I haven't seen much of him 

Sometimes I think that he is trying to avoid me

But then again, it is probably be just being paranoid

I walk through the hallway and knock on JJ's door

It is a few moments before I hear a small "come in!" from the other side of the door

I open the door and make sure to look down at the floor to see if either of the hamsters are rolling around in their balls

I don't see them so I walk in and shut the door behind me 

I walk through his room and turn the small corner to see JJ sitting up on his bed, watching the TV in front of him on a low sound level

"Are you ok? Talia said that Simon hasn't heard anything from you this morning" I ask him

He doesn't really say anything, he just sighs and shrugs

"Yeah, I'm ok" he mumbles

I shake my head and walk towards his bed

He instinctively moves up and gives me space to sit down next to him on his bed

I sit down next to him and I look towards him with a soft smile

"Now we both know that isn't true, what's up?" I question

JJ signs once more

"I got cheated on a few days ago" he admits

My mouth drops open

"Shit, what happened?" I ask in shock

(A/N: I used a random name for JJ's girlfriend and the guy she cheated on him with)

"Jess came over the other day and she went in the shower, she left her phone unlocked and it kept dinging, so I picked it up to take into the bathroom to her and I saw that some guy called Jacob was asking when she was next coming over, when she was going to ditch me and that he had an amazing time last night" JJ explains 

"Oh my god, I am so sorry JJ! Did you confront her? What did she say?" I ask

"She didn't say anything at first but then after a few minutes of back and forth, she admitted that it was true and that she has been cheating on me for like 2 months! When I asked why she said that it was because she thought that I was cheating on her with..." JJ trails off

"With who?" I ask curiously

JJ gulps

"You, she thought that we have been cheating on her" he explains

If my mouth could drop open even wider then it would 

"You cheating with me? Why would she think that? You don't even see me like that!" I exclaim

JJ stays silent

I raise an eyebrow at him

"Do you?" I ask quietly, not wanting to get my hopes up when I know that JJ will never see me like that

JJ just looks me dead in the eyes

"I guess I have to be honest now that this has happened, I have always thought about you like that ever since I met you" JJ admits to me

"You what?" I say in absolute shock that JJ reciprocated feelings for me, even though he didn't know that it was reciprocated

"I've liked you, no let me be straight with you! I have liked you maybe loved you since we first met! We just connected straight away and I've been trying to forget about you because you have been on my mind and I never wanted to say anything because honestly, I didn't want to ruin our friendship but I guess this is all out in the open now" He explains to me

"Feel free to run away from this conversation" He continues as he looks down at his hands that are in his lap

This is my moment 

My moment to finally tell JJ how I feel

I slowly reach out for his right hand and I put my left hand on top of his

"I won't run away JJ because I have felt the same for a long time as well" I admit to him

I look up at him and our eyes meet

"You really feel like that? You aren't just saying that?" he asks vulnerably

I nod

"Of course I'm not just saying it! I would never mess with you like that! I honestly feel the same! I've liked you since I met you as well! I also felt that connection that you felt! I just thought that you never saw me like that!" I explained to him

JJ laughs, which causes me to laugh because his laugh is contagious

"I guess we was both a bit oblivious to how we both felt" he says interwinding our fingers together

I smile at him

"I guess so" I agree

We are quiet for a moment just taking in what has been said

I look at him and his eyes meet mine again

We both instinctively lean in and our lips meet

I feel butterflies in my stomach, that I have been hoping to feel for years

We pull away from each other and sit in silence again

"I do want to be with you, but we need to take this slow" he mumbles

A smile spreads across my face

"We can take things one step at a time" I say

It's safe to say that me helping with Talia's video goes out the window because for the rest of the evening, me and JJ spend time enjoying each others company

As bad as it sounds, I'm glad JJ got cheated on because if he didn't we would of never finally admitted to each other how we feel

A/N: PLEASE REQUEST IMAGINES

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[raspberrysmoon]

sooooo.. @rtcshipweeks kind of got away from me. twice. so instead of just a short little oneshot focused only on the ship/prompt- have my funny little version of day nine: favorite poly ship! of which i used polychoir :)

!noels relationship with the girls and savannah are strictly platonic! hes only dating mischa. i may have wrote him a bit more affectionate than i needed to but they almost died together let them live tbh - also i did sm research on flowers and ukrainian customs/etiquette for this. (whether used or not) almost everything was chosen for a reason :)

"noel, get it together, dude." noel shoved the flowers at her, rolling his eyes in response.

"literally just take them. i'm not going to be your messenger."

ocean huffed, crossing her arms. "your name is literally on them. we bought them together."

"okay, and? i already gave him a gift." he leaned down slightly, "just let yourself have this."

ocean felt herself blush slightly. "noel, you're being stupid. we aren't together, and hes never looked at me like that. its.. weird to give him a gift. especially on valentines."

noel groaned. "you're actually blind! genuinely, actually completely blind!"

"who's blind?"

"constance, my savior!" ocean bolted over, "honey~ please tell noel he's being stupid!"

constance hummed, walking over and taking the flowers. "these are mischas favorites. did you get these for him?" she met noels gaze, "i thought you already gave him a gift."

noel shook his head. "i pitched in a bit, but ocean picked them out and arranged them." he narrowed his eyes playfully at the girl, "shes the one thats supposed to give them to him."

constance giggled. "ocean, they're your gift. you don't have to have a reason to give him a valentines gift. i gave noel one!"

ocean sighed. "you and noel are friends- everyone gave noel a gift. that doesn't count."

"i sent talia a gift, too." constance beckoned her girlfriend over, wrapping an arm around her. "does that mean talia and i are together?"

"how do you know exactly why i don't want to give it to him?" ocean groaned, pressing her face into constances shoulder. "you're just nice. you've always been like that."

noel sighed dramatically, dropping heavily on the couch. "ocean, please just get over yourself. you managed to give savannah one last year, look where that got you!"

she shook her head aggressively, despite the heat flooding her face. "savannah gave me one first. they don't count." she narrowed her eyes, "why do you even get a say in this? why am i listening to you?"

constance laughed, passing the flowers to ocean quickly. "come on, oce, i'll go with you. you can hand them to him and we can say they're from all three of us."

ocean sighed, but she nodded nonetheless. noel cheered quietly, grabbing constances hand and starting to pull her. "come on, i wanna see his face!"

"i cannot believe i just agreed to this."

mischa was sitting in the park under a maple tree, talking with savannah. he was in a red silk shirt and black jeans, and savannah beside him was in a flowy pink dress.

valentines, ocean told herself bitterly. valentines makes people dress all funky. savannah didn't even like pink that much.

she glanced down at her own red sweater, suddenly self conscious. even next to noel and constance, she was so underdressed. the whole choir- even penny- looked so nice and ocean was in a red sweater and black jean shorts. something she wore regularly anyway.

noel grabbed her hand and she looked up at him. curse him and his platforms, they're the same height.

"ocean, i promise, you're going to be fine." he murmured, pulling her towards him. "he's going to love them, and he's going to that thing where he jumps around and grabs you all excited, and you'll be forced to jump with him."

ocean rolled her eyes. "i really don't know about this anymore noel. if i knew you were going to make me give them to him, i would never have helped you."

constance sighed from somewhere behind her. "ocean, come on. the sooner we do this, the sooner it'll be over."

constance, with her gentle voice and even gentler hands. with her pastel pink hair bows and white lace dress. with her deep pink lips, and bright-colored nails. the epitome of everything mischa adored.

she bit her lip, looking over to mischa and savannah sitting under that maple tree. they had a box sitting between them, open, and a starbucks cup full of what looked like a pink drink with some mystery foam on top. she made a mental note to stop by a starbucks later.

"fine."

noel grinned, quickly pushing his hair back and grabbing her hand. "mischa!"

the boy in question jumped, scrambling to grab the box and shove it under his jacket, as well as grabbing the starbucks cup and setting it on the other side of the tree.

savannah sighed, letting their face drop into their hands for a moment before signing, that was soooo smooth, misch.

mischa blushed, swatting at their hands quickly. he looked back at the three approaching with a smile. "hello poet!" he paused, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. "what are you hiding, ocean?"

"ohh, connie is it too late to back out?" she whispered quickly, "i don't know if i can do this."

constance laughed and nodded. "you can, i know it. just go.. shove them in his face. he'll understand."

oceans head snapped to face the other girl, eyes wide. "what!? are you kidding? that's a terrible idea!"

constance shrugged. "then come on. noel?" he nodded in response, resting a hand on oceans back.

they pushed her forward, following close behind.

"guys, what are you doing? why are you pushing me?" she stumbled, cursing under her breath. "I'm never going to help you again, noel. you are a terrible, awful man."

they stopped pushing right as she stood in front of mischa. "ocean has a present for you." noel said softly. "from the three of us."

he perked up slightly, meeting her eyes. "for reals?"

she felt the words die before they even reached her throat. she was going to say something originally. she had wanted to, at least, but she couldn't. instead, she held out the bouquet silently.

purple. his favorite color. the only thing breaking up the sea of violet shades was what babys breath placed around every few flowers, the pinkish tint of asters and the deep red of three roses settled in the middle. lilacs and violets, as well as purple hyacinth and chrysanthemums stared them in the face- tied with dark pink twine around the stems. they were bright and soft and full to brim with adoration. with affection.

mischas eyes widened almost cartoonishly, staring in shock at the sea of plants in front of him. savannahs eyes narrowed, then their jaw dropped. and i thought you were a nerd before, they signed quickly.

ocean had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, instead focusing on mischa. "i know you love purple," she whispered, "i thought it was fitting."

"oh my god," he breathed, standing quickly to get a better view. "they are.. gorgeous."

savannah made a clicking sound with their tongue and mischa jumped. "i have something for you!"

all three of them paused. "you.. what?" she felt her stomach twist with what she could only assume was fear.

he nodded, "i have something for you." he met her gaze, "a gift."

she blinked at him while he turned and dug under his jacket for a small teal box. he held it out to her with a nervous smile. she stared at it for a second before- "for me?"

mischa nodded. "would be wrong to not give you something."

distantly, she felt noel and constance move away from her and start talking quietly to savannah, who was clearly in on this, the little rat. mischa bit his lip, shifting his weight back and forth anxiously.

"here," she murmured, holding the flowers out to him, "we can trade."

he nodded, passing her the box and taking the flowers. he stared at them for a moment with wide eyes and pink cheeks, before looking to her. "open it." he urged, nodding to the box now settled carefully in her hands.

the last gift anyone had given her was christmas, and nothing was wrapped as delicately as the little thing. a shiny silver ribbon was wrapped around the top, with a bow tied in the middle. her name was written on a tag attached to the ribbon, in big, swooping cursive that she wasn't sure was even mischas writing.

she pulled the top off gently, careful not to dislodge the ribbon too much. she glanced up at mischa, who was watching her with a tense gaze.

she moved the top, and couldn't catch the gasp soon enough. it was like she couldn't breathe.

sitting in deep orange satin was a silver necklace, with a pressed sunflower petal set in a resin cylinder settled pretty in the center.

it matched everyone elses'. she glanced at noel, with his earrings, and constance with her velvet choker and teardrop pendant, and savannah with her bracelet. she thought of talia, with her gorgeous ring and penny with her anklet.

one petal for each of my loves, she remembered him writing one day. seven petals from one flower.

at the time, she wasn't sure why he said seven. he had only given four, and including his own, that only made five. that was before her and penny.

she looked back to mischa. "are you.. serious?" she asked softly.

he nodded. "seven petals." he murmured. "may i put it on you?"

she nodded shakily, and he lifted the silver chain from the box. he unclipped it, moving behind her slowly. she moved her hair to the side, with a trembling hand, and she met noels gaze.

the little shit was grinning. she narrowed her eyes at him and his smile got wider.

mischa rested the pendant against her neck lightly, and re-connected it, letting the chain come to rest against the nape of her neck.

it sat right below her collar bone, and was cool when she came up to rest her fingers against it.

"do you like it?" mischa whispered in her ear. "savannah helped me measure how long to make the chain."

ocean felt her breath leave her lungs in one fell swoop and she nodded quickly, turning and pulling the boy into a hug.

"does this mean you're mine?" she breathed. his grip tightened around her.

"i am. and you are mine." he whispered back.

she hummed, pulling away and meeting his eyes. "good."

savannah snapped their fingers, and upon all eyes being turned to them signed; i just want you to know that i planned this entire thing. they grinned. you're welcome.

noel scoffed. "i planned the flowers, thank you. you just got us all in the right place at the right time."

constance giggled, walking over and wrapping her arms around ocean and mischa. "we figured we would speed up the 'awkward miscommunication phase.'" she leaned into mischa as he rested his chin on her head. "seeing you two flounder around each other was adorably painful to watch."

ocean rolled her eyes. "i'm sorry, i'm just sooooo oblivious." it started sarcastic, but quickly turned into a playful snap.

savannah hummed, pushing themself onto their feet and holding out a starbucks cup with her name on it. the one from earlier.

she took it carefully, and mischa leaned down again. "pink drink with chocolate foam." he murmured, "you said you liked it last year."

she felt her heart flutter. "i only ever told penny that." she responded softly. "did she tell you?"

mischa hummed. "i texted everyone. asked what you liked to drink, penny responded. said you loved it."

"i do," she breathed. "i was so sad when they took it off the menu. it made it so hard to get one."

"we all pitched in a bit to get it." noel came over, setting a hand on constances back. "its from all of us. penny would've been here, but ezra had some sort of medical emergency. she mentioned cars."

ocean paused. "did he.. get hit, or something?" noel shrugged.

"with that kid, who knows. i worry about penny going gray sometimes, honestly." that pulled a laugh out of her.

"drink up." constance urged softly, "we have a picnic to start."

ocean blinked. "a picnic?"

savannah nodded solemnly. my doing, of course. ocean giggled again, and nodded back.

penny arrived 20 minutes later, and ocean got to relax into a pile of the people she loved. she got to hold constances hand, and lay her head in savannahs lap as they braid her hair, and let mischa lay on her chest as he sleeps.

even if none of them really got to relax much as noel and penny started their seemingly daily debate, it was perfect.

#ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc ship weeks #ricky potts #jane doe #penny lamb #constance blackwood #noel gruber #ocean o’connell rosenberg #ocean rtc #noel rtc #mischa bachinski #polychoir #with accidental focus on ocsha #mischa rtc #constance rtc #ricky rtc #savannah potts #transfem ricky

[h0neyjaehyun]

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

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"You have such a weak heart for them lately." He chuckled as he fixed Chenle's blanket then sat next to him moving his gaze towards his sister.

"But that only means one thing..." his voice went raspy and deep looking at Talia with a curious yet knowing gaze.

"You're going to leave soon."

Talia stiffened a little not totally surprised he figured out why she has been more kind recently than cold, letting them in a little than pushing them away, wanting to make sweet lasting memories as to a cold front.

"Of course, not right now...but that doesn’t mean much later." He smirked rubbing his bottom lip with his finger observing her.

"This happy family won’t last after all." Talia knew what he was aiming for. He wanted her to feel terrible on what she was doing, acting kind then leaving them crushing the hope they had into little peices of memories. Guilt tripping, not like he actually cared about their feelings as he made it very clear after he met all of them having a private dinner with her speaking his opinion on them. She lowered her gaze at him.

"But my question is...will you leave behind me as well?" He asked leaning forward setting his elbows on his knees peering at Talia. ‘ah’ realization hit, this was the insecurity that was causing this tantrum. Her stance kept the same, keeping quiet never wavering.

"How far will you go? Will you take me.... or disappear?" He questioned her, he knows she doesn't know herself, if so, she would have acted on it.

"You know you've been having this distant stare, looking far out to the world only made me curious and the boys too ya know." He pointed it out which didn't get much reaction from her as expected.

"One of the boys had the courage to come up to me and ask me 'Is she planning to leave us?' ". He sighed out looking at Tali who was a little taken back and he smirked a little......success

"I took him to get a drink and told him I had no idea." He explained nodding his head looking at the direction of said boy. Tali followed his gaze to the boy clinging on to her already in his sleep.

Haechan.

She pursued her lips and gave her brother a glare. Which he smiled at her reaction.

"Then he had a little bit too much to drink and confessed that ever since 2017 he was afraid you will go somewhere out of his reach, man even had nightmares about it." He snickered at Haechan pitifully.

"You know at that point I thought he was asking for your hand in marriage." He laughed out. Tali couldn't say anything, she knew she wouldn't stay in Nct the whole time like the rest, she already knew and told the company when she first debut that something will probably happen to make that decision and the time has come.

She is a little disappointed it came so soon she's not gonna lie. She really loves them...but her trust has been broken and that was her number 1, trust above all.

"You love and adore them Talia...why leave?" Her brother questioned her in a mocking way cocking his head the side. Talia sighed and looked at her brother with unreadable expression.

"I loved Han....and I left him because he betrayed my trust.... what the hell makes you think I'm that weak to love, I am not my father." She said sternly having an intense gaze. Miguel narrowed his eyes at her, he thought for a second.... trauma, fools for love, fear of turning into our dad, how sad.

"What about Minki?" Her body tensed while her gaze became more shaken.

"What about him?" She mumbled, Miguel smirked loving her reaction, he's having fun.

"Oh, you know......you loved him......so much to the point I thought you would choose him over me and yet he left you." He slightly shook his head as if he was disappointed. Talia's hands clenched while glaring at her brother, she hated this side of him, with a burning passion she wanted him to go away, he was like that little voice in her head that wouldn’t stop, that. wouldn't just shut up.

"Miguel, shut u-"

"WHY SHOULD I? HUH?" He raised his voice slamming his hands on the table waking most of the boys up with Talia being unfazed.

"Ha, what a lame reaction." He chuckled, he seemed frustrated.

"What the hell is your problem."

"ARE YOU GONNA RUN AWAY FROM ME AGAIN HUH?" He yelled at her with frustration written all over his face while Talia looked at him with only a glare.

"Hey hey calm down now-" Taeyong tried to interfere but no avail.

"No, you said you were gonna stay-"

"I never said that." She interrupted him giving him a dirty look. The boys looked at her wide eyed, one feeling came up......fear.

"And I wasn’t the one who left first YOU DID! Not me, you. YOU LEFT FOR YOUR DREAM FIRST, WHEN I ASKED YOU TO STAY LONGER!" She got up pointing at him.

"YOU LEFT FIRST AND I WAS THE ONE WHO DIDN'T LOOK BACK." There was silence, the guys had no idea what was happening but all they could really get was Talia leaving which made them scared.

"Your job was to stay Miguel. They are different, they can leave me whenever the fuck they want, I never expected them to stay with me through thick and thin but with you I did. Cause you are my brother, I didn't expect you to visit me every time you have a day off, give me affection, listen to my worries, your only job was to stay in my life......and you failed that."

Migeul stayed silent, the whole room was still. Something has been revealed about their relationship that they know they shouldn't know.

"Talia-"

"Yes I was selfish..." Miguel started looking down clenching his hands together.

"But would you really choose me over Minki?" There was silence, the boys were speechless. They knew nothing that was happening but when they looked at Talia who have a sad but surprised face with anger also written all over it. She clenched her jaw gave her brother a look of hatred. What they were witnessing was something that scared them.

“Why are you ask-”

“BEACUSE YOU KEEP AVOIDING THE QUESION?!” He screamed out. 

“I don’t know.” She calmly spoke, small drops of tears rolling down her face as she felt a warm hand grab hers, she slowly looked to see Haechan. She bit her lip as tears started flowing.

“So, you would choose him.” Miguel voice went deep with anger obviously coming from him. Tali quickly turned to him with a confused expression looking at her brother with a stone face shooting glares at her.

“I never said that-”

“You didn’t have to.” He quicky said as a tear slowly rolled down, and slowly they started building up. He knew in the back of his mind that Talia would choose Minki over him. He realized this long ago with Minki still being there. Instead of her crying to him about her problems she would go to him. He always made sure she was on top of his list but it felt like she never did. It felt like he was always her second choice when they promised to be each other’s number one. He always resented Minki for that but couldn’t at the same time as he made her happy. 

“I would always choose you, I can’t even choose anymore. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?” Tali finally yelled out. Miguel chuckled wiping the tears. 

“You can choose though.” He smiled, but not the sweet smile he gives her, it was menacing. She knew what he was talking about. She yanked her had out of Haechan’s grasp.

“Are you kidding me? There’s no good reason, for making believe that we could ever exist again.” She yelled at him, making him roll his eyes scoffing. 

“oh pl-”

“ITS NOT THE SAME, they are different people! I can’t be his friend anymore, I can’t be his lover, he can’t hold me back from loving someone else cause he’s not there anymore!” She screamed at him which made him a little wide eyed, not the fact she yelled but the words.

“You know Miguel, I don’t know whose more in denial about his death you or me? But right now, it’s really looking like it’s you.” She stated, everything went quiet as he looked down at his sister. More or else in both physically and in general. Always looked down on how she couldn’t get over her first love, but maybe in reality it was him who couldn’t get over his death.

“What is happening?” Taeyong asked feeling really left out, same with the rest of the boy.

"If theres nothing more I’m leaving, being in the same room with you right is suffocating." She waved him off about to turn to go to her room but instead Haechan grabbed a hold on her.

She looked back with a blank face, Haechan tried to reason with her but what he got was an icy stare as he couldn’t even get a word out yet. It was different from the one before, the one before it was kind and sweet the one, he remembers but this cold, just thinking about it makes him shiver.

"Let go."

"Wha-"

"I. Said. Let. Go. Lee Donghyuck." She said sternly. He let go cowering back. She looked at her brother who had an amused smile but not to her but to himself. She gave him one last look.

"You are a piece of shit Miguel." She said coldly, she grabbed her jacket and phone and without telling them where she's going, she left out the door. Chenle was about to go after her, but Miguel grabbed his arm and shook his head.

"Well nice seeing you all, lets meet again." He smiled innocently quickly grabbing his stuff as he wanted to talk to her.

"Wait." Taeyong called out to him, which he turned with a calm expression. Not an expression you would have after an argument, that face reminds them of Talia no doubt.

"Sorry to ruin your sweet moment I couldn't myself but provoke her but as you saw it backfired on me." He chuckled in such a playful charming manner which baffled the guys. It was so different from the face that was a couple seconds ago that was taunting his sister.

They stood back in disbelief of what they witnessed. Just what kind of relationship did they have? All they saw playful and sweet siblings who were there for each other....this is different.

Something twisted

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[dorics]

say more about raise a glass

okay so you know how i'm unhinged about natalia cicero connie lee carter bajar, right? we all know that?

okay now that that's established the backstory of this fic is after i finished my natalia fic i was thinking about norman takamori, as i do on a semi-regular basis, and i was like. wait. what if these people bonded over the fact that they both had their autonomy taken away from them? norman by skip and natalia by her extremely abusive and wealthy parents who literally embedded a tracker in their own daughter to ensure she could never leave? so. this fic is essentially natalia and norman fuck off across the galaxy together. the problem is i don't have a plot beyond the two of them bonding & maybe sadie zeb showing up at some point bc i love her. i will probably write more of it when i finally get around to finishing aso but i keep putting it off bc of the whole *gestures at norman's whole deal* and also i know what happens to natalia and it upsets me because i am normal and have a healthy amount of attachment to her :)

she holds the flier from the board out in her hand for him to take. she’s long since memorized the contents — ‘company wanted to travel the galaxy. spaceship experience not required, but an asset. almost all applications considered.’ 

when he doesn't take it, she places it down on the diner table in front of him.

“saw your flier,” she says, taking a seat across from the man who placed it. she takes a long look at him. he's tall and but not quite lanky, too much muscle behind with salt and pepper hair and a mustache, and natalia looks at him for a long moment as she tries to place where she recognizes him from. “you can call me…” she pauses for a moment, realizes she has absolutely no idea what to say. realizes she doesn't want the baggage of natalia but arcadia has baggage too now, and finishes lamely, “talia.”

“norman takamori,” the man says, and it clicks, all of a sudden. 

“you’re the guy who had that hot dog ship and killed those nuns, right?” she asks. his wanted posters had been all over the galaxy for months. 

he cocks an eyebrow at her in response. “you’re the one who was running the guernican art squad, right?” he asks.

she narrows her eyes at him. “used to be,” she says. she'd gotten bored of that, too — [more feelings here]. “how’d you know?” she asks. what she does not say is, ‘most people know me best for being the heir to one of the most famous empire-companies of the galaxy.’

he shrugs. “your voice, it’s… it’s one of the things i remember.”

natalia doesn’t know what that means, but she doesn’t ask. “are you sure? is that really all you recognize me from?” she asks, and she can hear the genuine hope in her voice. she’s frankly curious at this point — not to mention hopeful. all she wanted when she left her family behind was to escape the legacy of her family, and the idea that she was maybe even a little bit successful… it makes her feel a brief twist of hope in her stomach, and she resists the urge to grin stupidly.

“that’s your business, not mine,” he says. “i heard… when i got my life back, there were rumors about you. why you’d called yourself arcadia prime. figured it wasn’t my place to pry.”

“if you’re not going to, i will,” she retorts. some people just aren't ruthless enough in this galaxy. “what do you mean, when you got your life back?”

he heaves a long sigh, looks up at the ceiling, and the two of them sit there for a long moment before he speaks again. the wait-bot comes over and refills norman's coffee precisely to the rim of the cup, where it wobbles for a moment as though it's contemplating  spilling over. “there was a cerebro slug that took over my life, and… my - uh, the people i worked with, they didn’t like me very much, so they just… let it happen.”

“shit,” natalia says. “that fucking blows.”

he chuckles, a dry sardonic laugh that reminds natalia of the red wines she used to have to drink at formal dinners with other company executives that made her tongue feel as though it was going to shrivel up out of her mouth. “you don’t know the half of it, kid.” it's been a long time since anyone called her kid, longer still since she felt like one, but natalia doesn't object. 

they sit there in silence for another long moment, norman lighting a cigarette with a lighter he’s produced from a coat pocket before natalia says, “i don’t… the rumors are right. i have — had, i guess — clones. my parents cloned me when i was a child, and… my mom used to threaten to replace me with my clone every time i was a disappointment.” she fiddles with her hair, wishing it was longer and she looked less nervous when she did it. “and when i couldn’t take the expectations anymore, i broke into the lab and shot my own clone in the head.”

his eyes widen, just slightly, and a small smile paints itself across his face, almost involuntarily. “that’s badass.” 

natalia nods, just slightly, and smiles, a little less slightly. “thank you kindly.”

the two of them sit there in silence for a long time, the wait-bot rolling by and eyeing both their coffees, “i assume they’ll eventually get around to cloning me again,” natalia says softly. norman looks at her, something in his eyes that looks like desperate sadness, but he doesn’t say anything. “i don’t know what i’ll do then. maybe then i’ll kill them, but…” she heaves a sigh. “i don’t know.”

norman takes a long drag from his cigarette. “i don't really have any good advice there,” he says. “i think about killing them a lot. i heard what they said about me. i heard everything, and…” he exhales, smoke clouding in front of his face. “it hurt. but i think if i did kill them, it would just… it would cement everything they said about me. and…” he exhales. “i'm an asshole, sure. but i'm not some kind of fucking sociopath, you know?”

“i don't think you're an asshole,” natalia pipes up. 

“don't worry, kid,” he says, taking another slow drag of his cigarette. “you just met me. there's plenty of time.”

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Can you do a scene from your series where stiles calls the reader when everyone is forgetting who he is

thanks for requesting!

"Let it go to voicemail," you heard your phone ringing as you snuggled deeper into Derek's arm.

"It'll wake her up," Derek groaned.

You ended the call before sighing, laying back on the bed.

You heard Derek's phone ringing as you groaned.

"It's probably Liam or Scott," you sighed.

He ended the call before turning back to you.

"If they call one more time-"

You heard your phone ringing once more as you exhaled deeply.

"What? Scott, it is the middle of the night for me!" you exclaimed.

You could hear someone breathing heavily on the other end as you frowned.

"Hello?" you said.

"The craziest thing just happened, (Y/N). Scott can't... this kid... okay basically, we were meeting up with this..." you pulled the phone from your ear, looking at the caller ID.

The number was unsaved, you couldn't recognize who it was.

"Uhm, sorry. Who is this?" you raised an eyebrow.

"You're so funny," they replied.

You looked down at Derek who frowned.

"If this is spam-"

"It's me, (Y/N). Stiles," he said.

"I don't know any Stiles," you shook your head.

"What? (Y/N), look, this isn't funny-" you could hear Talia calling out for you, waking up as you groaned.

"Look, whoever you are, you ruined my one chance at sleeping. I gotta go," you ended the call before Derek got out of bed, walking to her room.

"Hey, baby girl. What's going on? Why'd you wake up?" the two of you walked to her as she leaned onto Derek's lap.

"Dada, story," she looked up at Derek.

"I can read you a book too," you said.

"No," she shook her head.

Derek held back a small laugh, leaning to you.

"I think I'm her favorite," Derek whispered.

"In your dreams, Hale. Come on, I can do it," you reached for the book before Talia shook her head.

"No, only Dada," she said again.

"Why not me?" you frowned.

She looked away from you, shrugging as Derek took the book from you.

"Asshole," you whispered.

"It's okay to be in second place sometimes," he smirked.

"Oh, you-"

"Go back to bed, (Y/N/N). I'll be there in a few minutes," Derek cut you off.

"Bye, Mommy," Talia waved to you as you gave her a small smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Goodnight, kiddo," you walked out of the room before sighing deeply.

You began to worry more about it, your relationship with her wasn't as good as you wanted it, but Derek said it was nothing to worry about. He was home less, she was more excited to see him.

You laid on the bed, receiving another call on your phone.

"If this is a damn spam again-"

"(Y/N), please. N-No one remembers me. Scott doesn't, my dad doesn't. Please help me," the voice cried.

"I don't know who you are. I can't help you. The only Scott I know is Scott McCall, I don't know how to do-"

"Scott's my friend, he's like my brother! Please, (Y/N), just remember me. I-It's Stiles. Your best friend," you could feel your heart racing as tears rushed to your eyes. You felt something painful hit you as the memory came rushing back.

"Stiles?" you whispered softly.

"Yes, (Y/N), it's me," he cried.

"Why couldn't I remember... what's going on?" you asked.

"I don't have time to explain, they're coming after me. J-Just please don't forget me, (Y/N). Everyone else already did. Please remember me," he cried.

"Stiles, what's going on? You're scaring me," your voice broke as you tensed.

"I can't..." you heard his voice getting distorted.

"Stiles? Stiles!" you yelled.

The call dropped as you felt your vision blur as your head ached harshly.

You tried to run to your table, your hands were shaking. The memory of Stiles had already begun to leave you again.

Remember Stiles Stilinski

You began writing his name on the page, writing down any and every detail you could remember as your headache began to get worse, as you winced.

You fell to your knees, putting your hands on your head before reaching for the paper.

You looked at it, seeing it blank as you frowned.

"No," you whimpered.

"(Y/N)," Derek ran to you, putting his hands around you, holding you.

"What is it? (Y/N)," you tried to speak, but your headache stopped you as you closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath.

---

"Ow," Derek let out a sharp breath, putting his arms around you.

"What the hell was that?!" he yelled.

"I had a headache," you mumbled.

"Do you remember what happened?" he asked.

"No," you shook your head.

"We heard you call out for someone named Stiles," you frowned, before looking up at him.

"Do we know a Stiles?" you asked.

"I don't think so," he shook his head.

"Then it probably wasn't that important. My head just hurts a lot," you sighed, leaning into Derek's chest.

"Maybe it's just from lack of sleep," Derek suggested.

"Well, I seem to spend all night trying to make sure your ass isn't in jail," you muttered.

"As soon as the FBI is off my ass, we can-"

"Who knows when that'll be, Derek? I told you to be careful, we have a daughter now," your voice lowered as he nodded softly.

"I know. That stupid hunter set me up. I'm sorry, (Y/N)," Derek replied.

"It doesn't matter now. I'm just tired," you shook your head.

"Let's go to sleep then. Come on," Derek turned off the lights, pulling you in as he wrapped his arm around you.

"Goodnight, (Y/N/N)," he whispered.

"Goodnight, Derek," you pressed a small kiss to his cheek before laying back down, falling back asleep.

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[pretoriafics]

If I wasn’t a goddamn werewolf - Pt. 4

Things with your boyfriend are getting worse, and seems like Derek will not give up on you easily. Word count: 2.867 Pairings: Reader x Derek; Reader x Platonic!Talia Contain: Some angst, some fluff, Original characters (Daniel, your boyfriend)  Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST PART 1  |  PART 5

Your eyes open slowly.

It was a sunny morning, with the orange lights of the sun passing through the windows of the loft. You were close to Derek's naked chest, and his fingers running slowly through your hair tell you that he woke up before you.

"Oh, damn, did I woke you up?" He asks you, worried, putting a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"No." You throw your arm on his waistline, pulling him close while looks at his green and sleepy eyes "Good morning."

A smile was born on Derek's lips, and he gets closer to you. His thumb runs through your face while he puts a soft kiss on your lips.

"Good morning." He mumbles, with his eyes attached to yours.

It's been a wonderful night. You and Derek had a stroll around the city on his Camaro, and then you guys stopped in a clearing into the woods. There you drank a few, and you and Derek laughed and cuddled all night. He requested you to came to his loft and spend the night with him, and you couldn't say no to his proposal. That's how you ended at his bed, with clothes from both of you spread through the bedroom's floor.

You and Derek said nothing for a while. You were just looking at each other, with sweetness and pure love emitting from each other's look. Of course, you didn't need to say anything. Actually, any word would mess up that moment when both of you were just feeling the presence of each other. Wow, he was so beautiful...

Derek gives a soft smile for you, and you almost melted in pure love. Suddenly, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Oh, God, that would be the perfect moment to tell him about your feelings. But you couldn't. You needed to go.

"I'll get late for a meeting with a client, so I have to go." Your voice was low and soft, and you gave him a slow kiss as a way to say goodbye. Then, you stood up from the bed, with just your panties covering your body.

He sats on the bed.

"Do you really need it?"

"Yeah." You said, wearing your bra and taking your shirt from the floor "You know, I have a few bills to pay. I hate adult life." You look at him with a small smile, and you wear your shirt.

Derek put himself on his knees on the bed and stretch his arms in your direction, grabbing your shirt. You let out a chuckle.

"I think your client will be understanding with you if you get late."

He pulls you in his direction, making you laugh.

"No, he won't! Stop, I have to go!"

Derek's arms wrap around your waistline, and he throws you on the mattress while chuckling. His green eyes get attached to yours and, then he puts several soft kisses onto your neck. His voice was low.

"I just need ten minutes more with you."

You close your eyes and wrap your fingers around his hair, just feeling his kisses through your skin while he puts his body over yours. His kisses had some kind of magic that could let you immovable and weak.

"Damn, I can't say no for you." You mumble.

Derek looks at you with a soft smile. He grabs your legs, putting them attached to his hips, and puts a slow and wet kiss on your lips. It was impossible not to smile between the kiss. You got late for your meeting that day.

That was the last time you woke up in his bed.

This time, when you opened your eyes, you didn't hear Derek's voice.

Sometimes, when you miss him, you close your eyes and start to remember all things you had lived together, from your friendship until your last moments. Your missing about him always seems stronger in the mornings. You both used to cuddle that hour of the day. After all, you both used to cuddle that hour of the day.

You felt the arm of your boyfriend on you, with your back on his chest. He was called Daniel. Well, you love him, but not the way he wants so much. He is such a successful surgeon and would give you the world if you wanted to. Everything is great with Dan: The dates, the conversations, sex... But, of course, he wasn't Derek.

That day, you needed to go to your training with Derek. So, you stood up from the bed, just wearing your lace panties. Dan sits on the mattress with arched eyebrows.

"Good morning for you too, cranky."

You turn yourself to face him, letting out a long sigh.

"Good morning. Sorry, baby. I'm just hurrying."

"Hurrying for what?"

To see another man.

"Uh..." You bite your inner lip, trying to think of a lie "Laura and I are just doing some exercises together. I'm late, and she'll kill me. She hates delay."

"She hates everything. Can't you stay here with me?"

Oh, God, and there he is: Looking at you with that puppy eyes.

"I can't. I'm sorry."

You walk to the wardrobe and takes some clothes while Dan lets out a long sigh of frustration.

"I just can't recognize you anymore. You are full of secrets from me. What's the problem?"

When you heard him, you stopped your way to the bathroom. Oh god. The last thing you want is to hurt his feelings. Dan just simply doesn't deserve this.

"Nothing, Dan. Really." You said, looking at him. The guilt was already filling your heart. "I'm just too busy. I'll compensate you for this." You go in his direction and curves your body, getting close to Dan and giving him a short and cold peck. "I promise."

Dan stares at you for a few seconds, complete disbelief about your words. He let out a long and tired sigh.

"Okay, if you say so..."

Damn. You were messing up everything. You hadn't time to fix things between both of you, so you go take a shower thinking in a way to conciliate your new life with your personal one.

Your time on the pack made you think about if you met Derek for real. He was such a different person with them! He was a tough one, rude and distant. He was the complete opposite when both of you were friends, mainly when you used to date. Derek was such an adorable man with you those times.

Is Derek has created a character when he was your boyfriend? Well, you didn't know.

In the beginning, at your training with your brand new alpha, he was cold and distant. Now he still the same way, but he is fussier than ever. Your training with him made you feel tired to death. However, that day, he noticed you were different.

"Go take five minutes resting." He said, with his analytical eyes on you. He wasn't too fussy today, and he almost seems a little bit more... caring. "You're with your head in the clouds today."

You walked in your water bottle direction while he spokes with you. With his comment, you look at him while you take a few sips.

"What?" You said, putting the water bottle away from your lips. Crap, Derek knows you so well...

"You're unfocused." Derek crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes from you "It's not your thing."

You put the water bottle on the floor, close to your smartphone. You took the cellphone, expecting Dan's messages because he always sends you a few while you're training. That day, you received nothing. Yeah, Dan was pissed off with you. You let out a long sigh, guilty.

"It's nothing." You said, unlocking the screen and going to Instagram. Then, you saw something that made you freeze: Dan's best friend posted a photo of them, still at college. He was wishing a happy birthday for Dan.

Crap! It was Dan's birthday, and you completely forgot!

You hide your face in your hand.

"Oh, damn..."

"You sure it's nothing?"

Derek still is looking at you, pretty open if you needed to talk with someone. He knew something was wrong with you. He saw you upset so many times that he knew when something was wrong.

You put your cellphone on the floor again, with your lips compressed. Then, ashamed as hell, you cross your arms and look to any part of the basement except Derek.

"It's Dan's birthday. The first we would spend together, and I just forgot it."

"You're definitely in trouble."

"Damn, I know." You let out a long sigh. "I just-"

"Look" He gets closer to you, looking you into your eyes "Don't push yourself too hard. You have been through a lot. It shouldn't be easy to just be part of this supernatural world all of a sudden. There's too much in your mind now."

Oh, he always knows how to calm you down... Or It was just the effect of his voice on you? Maybe both.

"I really don't want to think that way. I don't want to use all of this werewolf bullshit to be an excuse for being negligent with my boyfriend."

Derek shook his head negatively.

"(Y/N), you're not using this as an excuse-"

"I'm a terrible girlfriend, Jesus!" You slide your hand through your face "Dan don't deserve it."

Derek gives you a rueful look, hating to see you that way. Of course, you were just guilty with everything about you and Dan, but Derek doesn't need to knows it.

"Hey, look at me." He said, calling you to think straight. You instantaneously look at him, and he continued to talk. "Dan is a real lucky guy to have you."

And, God, how Derek envies him!

However, the entire world stopped when you gave him a soft smile, thankful for his words. The effect of his voice on you was - and maybe always will be - completely magical. Your smile made the same with him: made his heart race and get warm, and he felt an almost ethereal feeling.

Because, yeah, both of you had this kind of unreal bond.

"Thank you for your support, Der."

All that situation with Dan made you put your guard down. Derek knew how to use it to get closer to you again. Of course, he did it perfectly. It resulted in a conversation between both of you in months - a real conversation! And you even had called him by his nickname.

It was his turn to gave you a smile. You always melted in pure love.

"I'll always be here for you, (Y/N). You know it."

But... If Derek is just lying for you again? If he just wants to take advantage of you? He did it once, and he could perfectly do that again. Why not?

"Well..." You breathe in, recovering yourself of that sudden breathless and arousing your defenses again "I think I'm ready to continue training."

Derek compresses his lips, getting your silent and cutting message of 'stay away from me'. He breathes in and nods for you without saying any word.

You and Derek hadn't spoken to each other for the rest of the day.

Everyone was out to solve some kind of issue with a sort of creature in town. Derek has not authorized you to go with them because you were such a young werewolf, and you don't know how to defend yourself, so it could be dangerous for you and all of them. It was near 9PM, and you still were not ready to go to Dan's house. You had made a promise to him this morning, but you still don't know how to fix things. So, as a way to avoid your problems, you stay at the new Hale house until you figure out what you could do for Dan's birthday - and, also, what you could do to compensate him for all the bother you cause him.

You were laid on the couch, with your eyes fixed in the ceiling and thoughtful. Suddenly, a female voice launches you out of your own thoughts.

"I think we didn't meet each other properly. Seems like the perfect chance, don't you think?"

You sat on the couch and look at the owner of that voice, close to the frame that divides the living room and the entrance hall: It was Talia, the one you had heard so much about. You didn't know that, but she also heard a lot about you.

"Yeah, I think it is. I mean, we don't have to worry about all the mess this house is with the rest of the pack."

Talia gave you a smile, and you gave it back.

"It's pretty crazy. Teenagers are energical." She said, sitting on the couch next to you.

"Yeah, they are. But seems like they try to control themselves when Derek is close."

"Oh, of course. They are pretty aware that Derek could rip their necks."

You let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I noticed that."

Talia lay down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The living room dives in silence, but not an awkward one. It was comfortable.

"So..." Talia broke the silence "I know you've passed through a lot. It's not easy being a werewolf suddenly and find out about a whole new world at the same time. It's a lot of information."

"I'm trying really hard. You have no idea. But I'm pretty worried about my boyfriend, Dan. I don't want to mess up things between us. You know, because of all of that supernatural thing."

Well, you don't want to mess up even more things between both of you.

"Take it easy. You get it with time." Talia looks at you, analytical "I know we aren't too close to each other, but I'll ask something because I worry about anyone who is part of the pack: You are, you know, happy with Dan?"

That question caught you by surprise, and you hesitate. Talia seems to notice it. But, finally, you reply to her.

"Uh... Dan do everything to makes me happy, you know?"

"Yeah, I know, but I also know that it doesn't answer my question."

Since the supermarket day, when Talia saw you for the first time, she noticed countless things that needed to be fixed. The first one was you and Dan. It was pretty obvious to her that you are not happy with him, as well as it was the fact that you needed some advice. She recognizes a lost soul when she sees one.

With her words, you hesitate again.

"When you say happy, you mean...?"

"I mean happiness, (Y/N). It shouldn't be difficult to answer this. There are just two possible alternatives: Yes, or no."

You compress your lips, thoughtful while looks at the ceiling. You felt in a therapy session. And honestly? You kinda needed this kind of conversation.

You spend a few seconds in silence as you were thinking about a reply.

"Yes, I am. Dan is perfect."

"But you think he is perfect for you?"

Hell no. Dan was perfect to be your best friend, and not something more. You always wanted someone who could pluck the air out of your lungs, someone who could put adrenaline into your veins. You want someone who could put your entire body on fire. Dan is unable to do it. He is too stable, like water.

But Derek... Oh, he was the pure meaning of fire.

"Well..." You let out a long sigh "I think he is."

Talia stares at you with arched eyebrows.

"Think? Oh, girl..." She let out a long sigh "Questions like these should have quick responses. It's a consequence for..."

"For being in love. I know."

"You're not happy, are you?"

It was your turn to look at her, recognizing a safe place there. You were honest now.

"Jesus, no. He's a great guy, but he got me so bored!"

Talia let out a low chuckle, looking at the ceiling now.

"It's visible you're not happy. I can see your discouraged look on the days you need to go to his house. If you're not happy, then why are you still with this guy?"

Because you need to move on, and you think Dan is the right man for it. You could fall for him with time.

"It's complicated..."

Your answer came with a long and thoughtful sigh. Talia knew all your drama with Derek, as well as the entire pack. So, she didn't need your explanations to find out about what the term 'it's complicated' means to you.

"I can understand you." She stood up from the couch, looking at you "But be careful to not lie to yourself. Be honest with you. I'm pretty sure things will get better. Otherwise, you can talk with me."

You sat on the couch, feeling a bit better. It was good to be honest with someone about all of that, after all.

"I'll remember it." You gave her a smile "Thank you."

Talia returns your smile and walks to the kitchen. And, now, you need to solve things with Dan.

And, maybe, with yourself.

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Sweet, sweet Karma

(Awesome art by @twothumbsandnostakeincanon.)

Prompt: I shouldn't be in love with you.

"Why?" Peter whisper-moans dramatically as they advance through the darkened tunnel, half-crouching down and slowly but surely approaching a fully-crouching down status. "Why? It just doesn't make sense, I shouldn't be in love with you, why am I even? You're a nuclear hazard, my dear sweet-cheeks, and a trouble magnet. You br-"

"Excuse me???" Stiles hisses, incredulous, and then grunts as his head collides with the top of the tunnel. He halts, swears lowly but colorfully for a moment and then continues walking forward with an aggravated snarl. "I shouldn't be in love with you, why am I even? This is your fault, my choco-muffintop, it was your idea. How-"

"Excuse you??? First, what muffintop?! I resent that. Deeply. Second, no, it wasn't, my sugarplum fairy. I distinctly remember saying no. You-"

"You said no, well, maybe, my sweet honey-bunny, not-"

"That still has a no, oh, spark that lights my candle!"

"Which gets negated by the well, maybe that came right afterwards, oh, howl that echoes in my soul!"

A kelpie springs from the darkness right at Stiles. Peter has his claws embedded in it with a mighty snarl before it can even get inside his personal bubble, which is awesome, but the resulting spray splatters heavily on Stiles, which is not. He stops, closing his eyes, and then takes a deep breath to contain a snarl of his own. Seconds later, he feels Peter's handkerchief on his cheek when the man uses it to clean Stiles' face.

"There, there, oh, center of my universe." Peter croons, saccharine sweet.

"Thank you, oh, rose king of my secret garden of life," he bites out after a few seconds, opening his eyes to glare at the answering snort.

They continue down the tunnel, following the pointing light of Stiles' spell. A few minutes later, Stiles' head collides once again against the top of the tunnel with an echoing sound. He bites his tongue to contain the profanities at its tip and his whole body shakes with the effort.

"Still not my fault, dear," Peter sing-songs, a heavily implied it's yours evident in the tone.

His hand closes around Stiles wrist and the pain slowly drains away, but, while Stiles is grateful for the gesture, he's way past the point of feeling charitable. "At this point, it will be worse to keep, quote, rebelling like two-year-old toddlers, unquote, so let's just save ourselves some pain and let them do what they want and be done with it," he mimics in a whiney voice before returning to his normal pitch, "you said, honey, which makes this totally your fault. I was completely fine giving them a big fuck y-"

"I did not say that, and much less in that whiney voi-"

An at this point, it will be worse to keep, quote, rebelling like two-year-old toddlers, unquote, so let's just save ourselves some pain and let them do what they want and be done with it, comes from Stiles' phone, crisp clear and loud.

"See? I didn't," Peter says.

"You didn't-" Stiles starts, his bitchface truly epic. He takes a deep breath. "Enlighten me, please. What exactly did we just h-"

"I didn't say whatever they want."

"Oh, excuse me, oh, love of my life. Of course, that's an important distinction," Stiles snarks, heavily sarcastic.

"Yes, excuse you, because it is, oh, light of my world." He reaches to make Stiles duck his head before it collides with the tunnel. Again. Stiles curses anyways. Then he swings his bat against another kelpie before it can get the jump on Peter. When he's done and it's not moving anymore, he curses some more as he proceeds down the tunnel once again. Peter keeps talking as if nothing happened. "The word whatever implies they can do whatever they want and not what they want within reason. And you're the one that said by the lake? Yeah! A dream come true! Hence, your fault."

"I did not!"

... by the lake? Yeah! A dream come true! resounds in the tunnel, but from Peter's phone this time. The tone of Stiles' voice clearly conveys a frazzled, manic quality, sarcasm in its purest form.

"Oh, for the love of..." Stiles growls.

"Ha!" Peter crows triumphantly, because he knows he's won. Then he seems to think it's undignified because he schools his expression into something more aloof. "But do not worry, oh, moon of my sky. I will only use this as leverage for the next ten years or so."

"First of all, you're a lying liar who lies," Stiles hisses like an angry cat, because he knows he'll milk this until the day they die... just like Stiles would have. "And second, I was clearly being sarcastic, oh, refuge that keeps me warm in a snowstorm, water that lets me survive in a desolate desert, delicious food after a year of Scott's cooking!"

"Well, that's true," Peter replies flippantly. "But you still said it. Hence, your fault."

"I swear to God, snuggle-"

"How are you two getting married?" an ancient Hale grand-aunt he's never spoken to says judgementally from just ahead. "I knew we shouldn't have allowed this to continue. In my days, young man-"

"-wolf... Ah, yeah, it's their fault. How could I possibly have forgotten that," Stiles deadpans, the anger draining out of him abruptly.

He looks around and grins vindictively when he sees all the guests piled upon each other because apparently the mermaids had very little space to hold land people and they had to make do with what they had. They look like sardines in a can in their prisons. Serves them right. Talia is being squashed between two of Stiles' very own grand-aunts, who had been drinking heavily hours before the ceremony even started.

Then he spots Deaton, looking none too happy in his little spot against the wall. His grin widens.

"Well," he starts. His dad, who seems to have caught on to what he's about to do, seems amused and resigned to his fate. He should, Stiles thinks uncharitably, all of them, Stilinskis, Hales and friends in between, have been downright horrible in their own particular ways. "All the family is here. And we're by the lake... sort of."

"The decorations are certainly unique and the setting is so special I'm sure no one will forget this... ever," Peter continues, following his lead. His smile is so wide that it should start hurting soon, if it's not already. "You did want a grey-green color scheme, Talia, sister dearest."

"Peter-" she growls in warning.

"Exactly!" Stiles barrels on, undeterred. "And we've followed tradition too. We're coated in the blood of our enemies."

"Mr. Stilinski, nowadays-" Deaton starts.

"Well, more like we're both coated in the blood of yours, Stiles. I never-"

Stiles turns around and leaves through where they came from. They hear something hitting the wall and then cursing follows. Peter smiles genially at the guests while he waits. Minutes later, Stiles comes back and splatters the only part of Peter's dress shirt that was still white.

"There you go," he nods.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

"Anytime, love." He grins. "Now, two things. One, grandma Esther, I'm happy to inform you that while we struck seafood out of the menu due to allergies, we now have plenty of that literally lying around." He winks at her. Peter chokes out a laugh and then coughs to cover it. "And two, let's get going. You did preach on the importance of punctuality, uncle Brian, I wouldn't like to disappoint you."

"Certainly!" Peter nods, still grinning. "And it's exactly the time on the dot, look that that!"

Deaton takes a look at their smiles and sighs. Then he proceeds with the ceremony, drowning the sounds of the protests around him. By the time he's done, everyone has fallen silent and accepted their fate. They're trapped under who knows how many litres of water, inside the lake, inside a prison from which not even the werewolves have managed to get out. Either they shut up and they're let go (hopefully soon, because the couple seem especially vindictive today), or they keep protesting and prolong the inevitable. They choose the first option.

Eventually.

(And they're let go.)

(Eventually.)

(Karma, Stiles thinks gleefully. Sweet, sweet Karma.)

#tumblr shorties #teen wolf fics #my writing #teen wolf #steter

[smartycvnt]

Green

Title: Green Pairing: Nyssa al Ghul x Reader Summary: Nyssa and Y/n realize how much of an impact environment can have on a relationship. NR WC: 755

Y/n kicked her feet back and forth off the edge of the rooftop she was sitting on as she sipped on her beer. It was cocky and something that would have had her punished if she was still in the League. There were certain behaviors that were frowned upon, no matter how impressive one's kill count was. Y/n fancied herself as one of the greatest to ever been among the ranks of Ra's al Ghul, but of course, there were those who begged to differ. Talia wrote her off as a showboater, and Nyssa had always been a bit jealous. Y/n didn't want their relationship to be like that, but there was nothing that she could have done herself to fix things between them aside from completely disbanding the League of Assassin's.

"You should not be in this city." Nyssa's voice was cold, even colder than Y/n remembered it being.

"Hey there ice queen. What brings a girl like you to a city like this?" Y/n asked as she pointed her rifle downwards. Nyssa looked at the weapon in Y/n's hands and scoffed. "What? Don't knock the weapons of the century until you try them. Waller hooked me up with some pretty neat gadgets."

"Does she know that you're a deserter?" Nyssa questioned. Y/n laughed at Nyssa's question. Nyssa's face scrunched in displeasure. Y/n realized then that Nyssa had no idea why Y/n had left her post on their final mission together.

"Who the hell do you think recruited me?" Y/n glanced up at Nyssa as she watched the realization settle in. Nyssa looked displeased to say the very least, but didn't say anything else. "I answered your question, now answer mine."

"I have been residing in Star City and helping out the Green Arrow, which is why I can't allow you to do this," Nyssa said as she grabbed the muzzle of Y/n's rifle. Y/n narrowed her eyes as she swept Nyssa off of her feet and sent the woman flying back several feet on the roof. Y/n saw the door open to the club and aimed her sights down to see who was exiting. She let out a sigh of disappointment when it ended up not being her guy. She lowered it again as Nyssa grabbed her by the collar and dragged her away from her little camp.

"God, that American did a number on you. You get a little pussy and suddenly you're the shining example of morality. I know what you've done. I've got the scars to show how deep your compassion runs." Y/n shot up to her feet and got in Nyssa's face. Nyssa looked away from Y/n, suddenly unable to meet her eye. It was their first meeting since Y/n had left, and Nyssa thought that she would have wanted to kill Y/n, but all Nyssa could feel was guilt. They weren't at odds with each other, not really.

"I am sorry for what I did to you," Nyssa said as she sat down cross-legged on the ground. Y/n tossed her rifle to the side and laid down next to Nyssa. "We do not have to be enemies here, I just can't let you assassinate anybody."

"It's not on Amanda's terms, it's on mine. The people I kill, they truly deserve it now. I am past redemption, but the world doesn't have to be. You and I, we aren't ever going to be heroes, but we can make it safer for those who can be. I don't want to fight with you any more than I want to go back to being Amanda Waller's bitch," Y/n admitted. She glanced up at Nyssa, who seemed to be smiling slightly. "Let me pull the trigger tonight, and tomorrow, I'll let you show me another way."

"What you do when I'm not looking is not any of my business," Nyssa said as she covered her eyes. Y/n muttered a quiet thanks before she set herself back up again. This time, she was able to catch her guy and dispose of him quickly. The rooftop was empty and abandoned by the time that any guards got there, both Nyssa and Y/n nearly half a mile away from the scene of the crime. Y/n found herself feeling free as Nyssa held onto her hand while they ran together. It was much less scary having Nyssa as her ally rather than her enemy.

#my writing #arrowverse #arrowverse x reader #arrow x reader #arrow #nyssa al ghul x reader #nyssa al ghul

[h0neyjaehyun]

☁︎ 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ☁︎

Summary // The guys find out who Talia calls oppa for once

Characters // Talia Flores + Nct 127 (ft.Lee Minho Straykids)

Month / Year // May 2018

Word Count //

Talia was never one to call someone oppa. She did mostly grow up in korea doesn't mean she used oppa. Whenever she met a guy older than her she would ask for his name and either make it a nickname or just say their name in a english way if you know what I mean. She would take advantage of being a foreigner is what I'm saying.

When she first met Nct she explain she doesn't like calling guys oppa she finds it weird so she just calls them by their name in a English way or a respectable way, or again a nickname like she does for Taeyong and calls him Yongie. yup people totally understand. The only person she really calls oppa is actually Stray Kids Minho/ Lee Know.

She remembers the day vividly on how she choose to practically only call him oppa. She admired the way the thinks and admried how he doesn't care if someone thinks he's mean, cause he knows hes not.

Ever since that day she has called him oppa. It really baffled the Straykids members since they've known her for YEARS especially Chan, as she has yet to call anyone of them oppa.

Minho always rubbs it in their faces when she leaves especially Chan since Talia has never called him oppa (and probably never will). That includes Nct they have never been called oppa by her, they have asked and asked her, even for a birthday present but nothing.

But one day Minho came over to drop off something for her and she called him oppa....all hell broke loose in that dorm that day.

"I'LL GET IT!" Haechan yelled running to the door. The 127 members were preparing dinner and they were eating together and they had heard a knock at the door and Haechan yelled told everyone that he was gonna get the door.

Tali shook her head fondly as she started to pinch the dumpings closed with Taeil helping her also smiling fondly.

"Oh hello." Tali shot her head up, the voice sound familiar.

"Is Talia here?"

"Ah ye-" Haechan was cut off to Tali running to the door. A smiled grew on her face when she saw his face. She took off her apron not to get him dirty and tben ran up to him hugging him, which he grunted at impact but still holding on to her so she won't fall.

"Hi Butterfly." He smiled.

"Hi oppa." She giggled back letting go and backing off. The boys were still doing their thing thats until they heard oppa. They stopped at the name and kinda fought to the door to see who was the lucky guy to be called oppa bye Talia.

It was non other than Lee Know from Straykids, Minho bowed and smiled awkwardly while they bowed back kinda surprised.

"Ah oppa why are here?"

"Ah I almost forgot, this." He brung up a small box. Tali looked at him confused. He smiled and shook his head at her confusion finding it adorble, he opened the box which revealed a locket. Tali gasped and gently grabbed the locket admiring it.

"You fixed it?" She asked still looking at it. He smiled even more.

"Yes and No." He took it out of her hands and went behind her.

"Technically Chan fixed it and I'm delivering it. But I would take the credit." She chuckled at his statement and turned once he finished then looked back down at the locket.

"Thank you oppa." She gave him a big hug which he returned back.

"Anything for my Butterfly." he kissed the crown of head and she kissed his cheek. They said their goodbyes and Tali closed the door and turned back smiling happily.

"Bub." Haechan called for her and she turned to him while putting on the apron.

"Yes." She noticed all the guys looking at her.

"Did you just call him.....oppa?" Doyoung asked slowly. Tali bit her lip and then giggled nervously.

"....yeah."

There was quiet, literally no sound coming from any of them but the stove of food cooking.

"WHAT!" They all yelled in unison some started bombarding her with questions. Others started to question themselves. Tali started to get overwhelmed not knowing what to say.

"SINCE WHEN DID YOU CALL PEOPLE OPPA!?"

"WHAT ABOUT ME?!"

"TALIA CALL ME OPPA!"

"PLEASE ALL I WE HAVE IS THE CLIP IN BOOMBAYA OF YOU YELLING OPPA!"

She laughed at the confession and shook her head. She moved past them and took the prongs from Taeyong who was frozen speechless. She flipped the meat while they were still asking questions. Then Taeyong held his hands up in indicating to stop.

They all went silent.

"So explain." He turned to her who was now putting the meat on a plate and she chuckled lightly. Knowing he's been asking her to call him oppa ever since she has met him and he's feeling betrayed just like the others.

"Ah okay, so I met Lee Know around....I think 2016? Maybe even earlier, he was a dancer and I met him when I visited a friend in Jyp. So late 2016 I guess. We hung out after that, I learned a lot about him and I just really really admire him thats all. I'm not saying I don't admire any of you don't get the wrong idea now. But I just like the way he thinks thats all." She turned and smiled at them warmly. They all huffed knowing they can't be mad at her. Its literally impossible.

Taeyong sighed and went to hug her putting his whole boy weight on her.

".....good thing we love you Talia." Talia laughed at the statement and ruffed his hair.

"Come on stop sulking lets eat." She grabbed Taeyong's handa and the plate of meat and gently lead him to the table while the other guys also sulking followed.

The nighted ended, and ended up Taeyong clinging on to Talia that whole night. She was supposed to be sleeping with Mark like usual but Taeyong just wouldn't let her go so she decided to just sleepover with him instead, she quickly changed at went to Taeyong's room who she saw sulking on the edge of his bed.

"Yongie come on, what will make you feel better." She asked crouching down to see his face, she already knew the answer she just hoped there was a slight chance it wasn't that.

"For you to call me oppa and not Yongie." He pouted looking at her. Her eyes softened and his face, she groaned internally as he gave her the puppy dog eyes.

She got up, she pushed him into bed with her as the big spoon and him on her shoulder. She sighed.

"Go to sleep.....oppa." She whispered the last part hiding her face in his hair. His eyes widen and got up quickly. Sitting looking at her wide eyes as her faced was now stuff in his pillow.

"Tali please repeat that." She shook her head and tried to pull him back down but he refused.

"NOO SAY IT AGAIN I WANT IT ON TAPE."

"NO-"

"WHATS WITH THE YELLING?" Doyoung barged in.

"TALI CALLED ME OPPA."

"WHAT-"

"NO-"

#nct #nct 2020 #nct additional member #nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #nct au #nct dream 8th member #nct 24th member #nct female member #nct fanfic #nct imagine #nct female oc #nct female addition #nct fluff #nct dream female addition #nct tali #nct taeyong #nct doyoung #nct donghyuck #nct haechan #nct members #straykids minho #nct taeil #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct johnny #nct mark #nct writing

[h0neyjaehyun]

☁︎ 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 ☁︎

Summary // Things might die down, just need some time.

Characters // Talia Flores + Lee Haechan (ft. Lee Jeno, Mark Lee, Zhong Chenle)

Era / Year // September 2017

Word Count //

The awkward tension between Mark and Haechan has been suffocating. Tali is good with Mark now, doesn't mean the members are fully okay with it. Tali has told everyone she's okay with Mark now so most of the members are cool with Mark.....most.

Haechan didn't like the fact Tali forgave him so quickly. He knows that Tali is a forgiving person but it still bugs him. 127 accepted that the situation is over and dealt with and dream for the most part is good and has let Tali talk to him without hovering. Except Haechan, he has been there still eyeing Mark even when the dreamies tell him to stop.

Tali has noticed this no doubt, as she feels Haechan staring at Mark who looks over at Haechan from time to time as he too can feel his stare burning through his skull. She would like to go back to normal with Mark, but with Haechan glaring and staring at him like he is gonna rip him into peices if he makes the wrong move is not gonna help.

"Haechanie." Tali called out for him. He turned and hummed in response.

"Come I need to talk to you." Tali said in such a calm voice it kinda scared him he's not gonna lie. Jeno and Chenle's head shot up in her direction with Haechan nervously chuckling.

"Sure I'll be there." He smiled at her, she nodded in response and went in her room. Haechan turned to the two boys obviously panicked.

"What do you think she wants to talk about."

"Dude I don't know, but she seems-"

"Too calm?" Jeno finished eyeing her doorway. Chenle nodded in agreement. Haechan sighed and put his head down.

"Why mee~" He whinned, he dragged his body to her door.

He came in to see her sitting on her bed. She turned to him and gave him a soft smile.

"Hey come sit." She patted a space next to her on the bed. He smiled and sat next to her rubbing his hands on his thighs from nervousness.

"So what did you want to talk about?" He asked turning to her.

"Ah, well I've been meaning to ask...what's with you and Mark, I've seen some tension there."

"Oh, uh." Haechan didn't know how to respond to that, he didn't know to word it exactly, he looked down thinking.

"Well, I heard you forgave him for what he did and..." He slightly looked up rubbing the back of his neck chuckling nervously.

"Haechan, you know you don't have to look after me." She rubbed his hand to reassure him its okay but he shook his head.

"Nope, I can't." He said cutely pulling her in for a hug trapping her, while Tali giggled.

"And why not?" She questioned looking up at him as he stuffed her face in his chest.

"Tali..." He hesitated for a second but continued nonetheless.

"You forgive too easily, he made you cry. And imagining you crying hurts me, and the aftermath made me sad. I care about you a lot Talia, I can't bring myself to forgive him for that right now, just give me time." He whispered, hugging her tighter putting his head on top of hers. Tali hummed in agreement putting her face back in his chest. She chuckled internally, he remind her of her brother. Always saying the same thing that she forgives to easily.

"Come on, I need you to let go, I need to cook." She said trying to wiggle out of his grasp. He shook his head no.

"Nope, you got yourself into this hug and you are going to go through the whole thing." He raised his voice in triumph as he flopped down and flipped to where Tali was below him and he was on top squishing her a little.

"Ah Haechannn!" She whinned as he laughed at her misery.

"Noona?" Jeno came in seemingly looking for her.

"Ah yes?" He chuckled at the position she's in.

"Want help?" He said getting closer to the two members.

"Yes please." "NOOOOOO!" Haechan yelled as Jeno pryed Haechan off of Tali and he picked her up then ran to the kitchen with Haechan on his tail.

"GIVE BACK TALI!"

"NEVER." Jeno shouted back running towards the living room carrying Talia bridle style. Haechan grabbed a pillow and threw it at Jeno, but he dodge it.

"YA THATS NOT FAIR." Jeno complained loudly. Which was interrupted by another voice.

"Ya whats this-" All of them looked at the boy who just got hit smack dab in the middle of his face wide eyed.

It was Mark.

Mark looked at Haechan then looked at Jeno and Tali. He sighed and grabbed the pillow that landed on his face moments ago. Then proceed to throw the pillow at Haechan.

The pillow fight commenced, Jeno quickly put Tali down on the kitchen counter so she won't get injured and went to hit a pillow at Mark. Tali laughed at the chaos and smiled at the 3 boys having fun.

Tali grabbed her phone and started recording them. She sent it to her Instagram, and the fans could see Haechan, Mark, and Jeno having the time of their lives as they could hear her laughing in the background.

She put down her phone and looked at them all tired out. She specifically looked at Haechan and Mark. Things will die down, he just needs time.

#nct #nct 2020 #nct additional member #nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #nct au #nct dream 8th member #nct 24th member #nct female member #nct tali #nct haechan #nct dream female addition #nct donghyuck #nct mark #nct chenle #nct zhong chenle #nct jeno #nct lee jeno #nct female addition #nct fluff #nct female oc

[h0neyjaehyun]

☁︎ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ☁︎

Summary // WinWin is feeling uncertain that Tali likes him, but then finds reassurance after sometime with her.

Characters // Talia Flores + Dong Sicheng (ft Taeyong, Mention: Jisung, Chenle, 127 members)

Era / Year // January 2017

Word Count //

Italics: Chinese

Its obvious EVERYONE loves WinWin, everyone is whipped for him, even Jaehyun who is a person who doesn't do skinship that much. But all the fans wonder...why doesn't Tali swoon over him.

For example Tali gushes over Chenle and Jisung a lot. Mostly because they are younger but she also does to the older members like Taeyong. So they always wonder why doesn't she gush over WinWin like Taeil or Yuta does even Mark. Like if WinWin does something cute, she just smiles and moves on. For a moment the fans thought Tali and WinWin had beef but that was debunked when WinWin was clinging on to her during a music show.

Its even shown WinWin purposely acting cute infront of her or just making eye contact and her just smiling at him and then going back to what she was doing. Then the members laugh him sulking when she doesnt give him much of a reaction and Taeil and Yuta comfort him.

Tali is known to not be charmed easily for example the amount of times she gets shown aegyo to, it has been to the point she doesn't show much of a reaction. If you want to her to fall for an aegyo make Chenle do it and she just for some reason can't deny him. Which makes WinWin sad, he feels like he did something wrong for her not to acknowledge him as much as the others. So usually you see him try to get her attention or him clinging on to her like a half backhug or holding her hand. Which makes Taeil and Yuta jealous of her honestly.

But in reality, Tali LOVES WinWin she really does, its just she has noticed he doesn't like to be smothered or clinged on to he seems uncomfortable and she thinks that since she is a girl be would be more uncomfortable with her hugging him so she doesn't.

He didn't really know what to do so he went to a person he could trust...

"Hyung."

Taeyong looked back and saw a sad WinWin.

"Hey whats wrong?" He asked and went to him and sat him down.

"Do you think Tali likes me...she seems not to." He said pouting, and it took all of Taeyong's power not to squish him.

"No, no ,no Tali loves you of course-"

"Then why doesn't she act like she does when she is with Jaehyun, or Haechan?" He said with sadness.

Taeyong huffed, he knows for a fact Tali loves him, but he also doesn't know why she just doesn't gush over him like the rest.

"I-...I know she loves you Sicheng, she does, but I don't know why she doesn't treat you like the others, you are gonna have to ask her yourself." Taeyong reassured him.

WinWin has always been comfortable with Tali like asking her for stuff and her knowing Chinese helped a lot. But he always felt that he wasn't in her heart. He just nodded her head and left...at that moment Taeyong felt powerless to help his friend.

That exact same day Tali went live...

"Huh?"

LOveWinWin: why don't you love WinWin??

Tali looked at it weirdly.

"I do like WinWin, what makes you think I don't?" She frowned

Winwin45: cause you never really give him that much attention and etc.

The fan clear up, Tali made an :0 face. While other fans were trying to reassure her that its was fine. She smiled at them.

"Its okay its fine, you guys are probably wondering too, I do like WinWin don't worry." she giggled

"Its just he is not a big fan of skinship, then Im like the only girl which I think, I think would make him more uncomfortable you know?" She said explaining why, and emphasizing the I think.

"I just don't wanna cross the line since everyone is different." She clarified

All then fans were like oh okay, that makes sense.

Tali looked at her phone and saw it was late.

"Ah, sorry guys its late and I would like to leave before dark, bye everyone~" She waved by to everyone and ended the live.

She quickly started packing her things since its was running late, then she heard the door open and she looked up and saw someone she wasn't expecting.

"Oh, hey WinWin." She smiled at the shy boy. He waved at walked to her, he looked like he was about to say something but hesitated.

"Is there something wrong?" She gave him a worried look and he shook his head no.

"Then whats wrong?"

".....you don't hate me?"

Tali's heart sank when he said that.

"Oh no no, of course I don't, even if I did I don't have a reason to." She smiled at him sadly.

"So you-"

"No, I dont hate you, the reason I don't hug you and etc is because is because you seem so un-"

She was cut off by his tight hug.

"Thank you...I was so worried I did something wrong or said something...thank you."

"Oh noo, I care about you sooo much and honestly I don't think you can ever change that." She hugged him back.

"And by the way you can hug me all you want I won't get uncomfortable...i-"

"No yeah I will no problem."

She cut him off quickly already knowing what he was gonna say...

promise.

He was caught off guard but just smiled and thought nothing of it.

"Hey let me walk you home it looks dark already."

"Oh you don't ha-."

WinWin gave her a pleading look, she huffed and nodded her head. He gave her a big smile, they started to go back home until he got an idea.

"Hey, lets stop at the store, I wanna buy you a snack."

"Oh noo, you don-"

"Nope, I wanna spoil you, I wanna get close to our only female member so, indulge me." He dragged her, while she was shaking her head.

They got some sodas, chips, and ingredients to make a chocolate cake.

"Are you sure? I can pay atleas-" She was cut of by doe eyes staring right at her. She huffed.

"Okay okay..."

He smiled and back hugged her with joy. They got to the dorms and they started baking.

"O-okay where do we start?"

"Uh....okay get me....two bowls...and 2 whisks...yeah."She seems unsure, but really wanted it to work out not to waste WinWins money.

"You sure?"

Tali looked at him and looked at the ingredients infront of her.

"Ah, no, this is where google comes in."

She took out her phone, while WinWin laughed at her. She smiled shaking her head.

"Ah okay lets...." and she started giving instructions, they somehow successfully made the batter and now had put it in the oven.

"Thats...was way harder then its should have been."

"Agreed" Tali huffed.

"Lets clean so Taeyong won't scold us when he wakes randomly."

"Randomly?"

"Yeah, sometimes he wakes up randomly, Im planning to go to the pharmacy tomorrow morning and get some melatonin so he can get proper sleep." She said while she started to clean.

"Tali.."

"Yeah."

"Do you get enough sleep at night too?"

Tali was caught off guard, she looked at him weirdly.

"Yeah of course-"

"Then how do you know?"

She didn't know what to say. Its true, insomnia has been taking over her lately aswell.

"Tali~ after this lets put you to sleep ok?"

"Ah no you don't ha-". The timer rang for the cake, she quickly grabbed the mittens and got the cake out and put it on the cooling rack. While WinWin was looking at her with sad eyes.

She turned around to him.

"Tali...you can sleep in my room I will sleep on the couch." He tried to negotiate so she would sleep, since the cake is out and they could finish it tomorrow.

"Ah no, I cant.."

"No take my bed."

"No."

"Yes."

They looked at each other then Tali ran for the living room. Winwin held her back before she could get to the door frame and they were laughing while wrestling. Winwin somehow got on the couch before Tali and Tali was just standing beside him pouting.

"Nooo, WinWin~ let me sleep on the couch."

"Nope." He shook his head cutely.

"Okay, how about this, how about me and you sleep on the bed..or both on the couch, cause there is no way I'm letting you sleep here." She whined while pouting. He went soft for her cause how can he not with that face.

"Fine." He sighed

He got up and Tali smiled in victory.

"But tell no one that we slept in the same-"

"Can se cuddle?"

She asked hoping he would say yes, it was rare for her to ask, she mostly asked because she knew the bed was alittle small.

"Sure...wait this is the first time I will ever cuddle you."

"Is...that a problem?"

"Nope, come on I will treasure this." He shook his head.

They went in bed and she layed her head on his chest and surprisingly they both fell asleep really quick.

To WinWin there was something about Tali he feels so relaxed around her, like home, so cuddling together was quite peaceful.

The next day came and Taeil barged in wanting attention from WinWin but instead got greeted by Tali and WinWin cuddling.

He yelled loudly which woke up WinWin but surprisingly not Tali.

"Whats wrong." WinWin said with a raspy voice, still holding on to Tali in a protective manner.

Everyone barged in worried.

"What's wrong?!" Taeyong asked worried why the oldest yelled, then they saw a half awake WinWin holding a sleeping Tali. They all sighed in relief it was just that and some glared at Taeil.

"What?"

"Why did you scream?" Johnny asked while some where leaving back to their room to sleep. The people that stayed were Yuta from shock that WinWin and Tali were cuddling and Taeyong also wanting an answer.

"I wasn't expecting Tali and WinWin in the same bed okay? She's not that affectionate with him." He reasoned. The two just shook their head and went back to bed. Yuta still looking at the two, he decided to take pictures.

"Now this is gonna be a memory."

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☁︎ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ☁︎

Summary // Tali has a heart to heart with Chan, and the Dreamies experience Tali's child like personality when she is really happy.

Characters // Talia Flores + Bang Chan (ft. Dreamies expect Mark, Doyoung)

Era / Year // October 2017

Word Count //

Bold // English

⚠️Warning⚠️ // Breakdown

"Chan its gonna be okay, its not your fault it was never your fault and never will be."

It was the middle of a survival show of the creation of Straykids, Minho not to long ago got eliminated. She went over to his house and brung him food to cheer him up and she promised him that when she had free time she would help him with singing plus rapping. Then just last night Felix got eliminated just because he couldn't speak Korean properly, deep down she felt guilty not teaching him Korean, but she was busy with schedules she couldn't. After Chan walked him to his home, she just finished practice and went to Felix's house to comfort him. He felt so guilty and her heart broke at her friend feeling guilty he couldn't speak a language.

Korean was hard to learn from an english speaker perspective. It was like the opposite of English. She striked a deal with him at least once a week she would help him with Korean, inperson or through a screen since she did have to go on tour.

After she left Felix's place after putting him to sleep. She went to the person who felt most guilty.

She went into JYP building heading towards the studio where Chan usually is. He always in there, either producing, or avoiding his problems and feelings. She heard music, it was Hellevator, she heard it replay over and over again. She knocked on the door, the music stopped and it revealed a tried Chan.

"Hey sweetie" Tali smiled at him sadly she came in and sat on one of the chairs. Chan sat down on his chair and just looked at her. Then he just started to breakdown.

"I- I- I failed the- them Tali." Chan choked up crouched down in Tali's stomach.

"No, no you didn't Chan you tried your be-"

"NO I DIDN'T, I LET THEM GET ELIMINATED TALI....its my fault, I failed them, I promised we would debut together Tali....I promised them." Chan sobbed. Promises to them meant a lot to them. So when Chan couldn't keep that promise it broke him.

"Chan its gonna be okay, its not your fault it was never your fault and never will be." Tali comforted Chan petting his hair trying to calm him down.

"They don't blame you, they don't hate you, as long as you keep trying and helping each other you guys will make it. Jyp was just nit picky. This is not your fault." Tali said cupping his face whipping the tears off his face.

"But-" "No buts Channie, come on, lets go out for a bit, and get your mind off things" Tali suggested

Chan agreed.

They packed up at went to a open store and got some food and snacks. They went to a near by play ground and stayed there for a bit talking.

"Tali?"

"Hm?"

"How do you handle it?"

"Handle what?"

"The hate?"

Tali stopped at the question. She looked up at him in confusion. "What do you mean how do I handle the hate Channie?"

"Well, Ive been seeing some comments that, Im not a good leader or person and that im a f-"

"Shh hey hey, one that not true and two... I don't. Im not able to, but I don't show it. I usually distracted myself and not think about it. But they do get to me I am human."

"What about the staff?"

"Oh the staff are still asswholes to me and the Chinese line. I record whats she said about boys and me. Also that she left a member behind and got in the car instead. Honestly one more thing from her, she out." Chan laughed at her statement, but knowing she was serious. She hated when people get discriminated, she doesn't care if she does, only the people around her. So a staff member came she started acting like the boss and mistreating the chinese members which got Tali pissed.

Whether the boys or the staff know it she has a lot of power. Sm made her co-leader for a reason and that is to point out any staff mistreating members and setting them straight or firing them. They know she honest and knows how the entertainment system works. So they trust her who ever can't handle the idols or treat the idols properly and are reported by her. They will get fired so quick. So most staff that worked with her before know this and they know not to tell new staff because the staff themselves don't want a problems in the future because of another staff member.

"So one more strike huh?"Tali looked up at him.

"Yeah" she said quietly.

"How are you and Han?" Tali frozed at the boy's name.

"Fine" Chan raised an eyebrow at her.

"Fine? Really that all you gonna give me?"Tali sighed at the statement.

"Well, I don't know, its just. Its hard. He didn't believe me Chan. When he promised he would be there. He left me." Tali said quietly.

Chan was saddened that she still was unsure of her friendship with the boy. He made a promise he shouldn't have and didn't believe her words and left her, then expected when she forgive him everything would go back to normal. Which did, from the outside. People who did know Tali, would know it wasnt gonna go back to normal anytime soon.

When Tali talkes to people she cares about, her eyes have this light about them. But when she is unsure of the person a doubts them she has this sheild which would take a pretty long time to get down. It took Han since 2015 to atleast get Tali to talk to him again, 2 years. She was scared.

"You know he cares about you right? That he loves you like the rest of us?"Tali looked at Chan with doubt in her eyes.

"Does he really tho?"

"Tali.." Chan went infont of her and grabbed her hands.

"He really cares about you, do you think the guy will try to make you talk with him for around 2 years for him not to care about you?"

"I- Im just scared that he won't believe me.........that he'll leave."

"Tali if he does ever hurt you, you can always drop him, you are scarily good at that" Channie joked

Tali giggled

"Chan?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm afraid."

"You're afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid my group is gonna do that to me....not believe me, break promises, and leave me."

"Hey they won't, as long as you trust them I believe that it won't happen." Tali was stuck in thought.

"....what if they ask about my family....what do I say?"

"...do you want them to know?" "....no"

"Then tell them your not comfortable talking about your family"

"But what if they feel hurt when they find out you guys know and not them?" Tali said filled with gulit.

Chan sighed for once not knowing how to reassure the girl. Because if he was in the group and found out that a completely different group is closer to their only female member. He would feel sad and bitter. So Chan just hugged the girl to reassure her to gonna be okay.

Tali basked in this moment knowing nothing last forever, then realized something.

"...wait a minute shouldn't this be the other way around?"

"Shh no its fine" "No its not fine switch me"

"Tali its fine"

"No-"

"I swear Talia we are not fighting about this again"

They started bickering about who comforts who then she got a phone call.

She flinched at the sound and cursed in her mind realizing what time it is and how she didnt tell ANYONE she left the house. She turned the phone and sees the ID number as Doyoung. She cursed out loud, she was really hoping it was Taeyong.

"Hey language" Chan joked, Tali just glared at him. She picked up the phone scared if there was gonna be either yelling or a scary calm Doyoung

"Hell-"

"HELLO MY ASS WHERE ARE YOU ITS 1 AM IN THE MORNING AND YOUR NOT BACK HOME YOU MIGHT BE 18 (17) BUT YOUR STILL YOUNG!" Tali cringed.

"Im at the park, I was spending time with an old friend I lost track of time sorry." Tali said sheepishly.

"Its fine just come back home the dreamies were in panick when you didn't come back to the dorms so just go there and make sure your friend takes you there....wait is it a g-"

"Omg look at the time, its getting late thanks for calling me oppa im gonna go now bye!"

"Wai-" Tali cut him off and ended the call. She knew if she said it was a guy they will go all investigative mode and try to find out who the guy is.

Chan smacked the back of her head.

"Ow what was that for?!" Talia whinced while rubbing her head.

"For worrying your members and ending the call early, Talia you should know better." Chan said jokingly, shaking his head and pointing at her.

Tali smacked his finger and made are you serious face at him.

"You can't say anything, rememb-"

"Nope, this is not the time." Chan cut her off putting his hand over her mouth and dragging her off the park to the dreamies dorm.

"We are here thanks for walking me." Tali turned and hugged Chan knowing she won't see him for awhile. Chan just gave her a warm smile.

"No problem anything for our Butterfly." Tali smiled at the nickname. Remembering all times they have been together.

"Thank you for everything Channie, I really appreciate you." Tali said still hugging him looking up at him with this light in her eyes like Chan first saw when he was able to get closer to her. He always cherished that moment because it showed that she trusted him. Her eyes just poured out her emotions, it took time to able to read them but it was all worth it, and he would do it all over again.

"Always, I will keep my promise to you, and to him." He said rubbing her head. Tali's eyes changed when she thought about him, not sad ones more like grateful. Tali let him go and she went inside and waved him goodbye.

She went up the elevator, reminiscing the old times, even though it came to an end she still had part of them left with her as she held her locket in her palm looking at a picture that she cherished so much closing it back again once she was on the floor of the dreamies apartment.

She was at the door preparing herself for either a scolding or affection, probably both.

She unlocked the door and Jaemin tackled her to the ground.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN I WAS WORRIED SICK SOMEONE HAD TAKEN YOU FROM US." Jaemin scolded her while he was squishing her. Then he picked her up and she went back on the ground by the 2 mankaes.

"Why didn't you at least text us" "Yeah I came in your room for cuddles and you weren't there." Chenle pouted while Jisung scolded. Tali giggled but she felt guilty for making them worried.

"Im sorry I didn't mean too. I was just visiting some friends I haven't seen in awhile." Tali said sheepishly.

"Wow so you left us for them wow." Haechan said with a betrayed face. Tali rolled her eyes at the boy running up to him and hugging him. He was surprised at the contact, Tali at the time wasn't big on skinship so she never really did it herself.

"Don't be a baby, I saw you all this morning and afternoon. I haven't seen them in a long time, how about this we can see a movie in my room for the night hm?" Tali pouted, she didn't want to get scolded.

The boys have never seen Tali act this cute and touchy before. They were loving it.

"Hm? How about we cook and then watch a movie?" Haechan inquired trying to see how long her cuteness will last. Her eyes brightened at the idea she let him go and clapped her hands.

"Yes pleaasee." Tali giggled. Tali was acting her age, which was the first time in forever, they didn't know how. But they were taking advantage of it.

"Lets start cooking, hm?" Jeno said while rubbing Tali's head. Tali looked him and gave him her famous smile that would literally make his hearts burst.

"Come on Tali, help me prepare~" Renjun said while grabbing Tali and gently leading her to the kitchen.

Everyone just stood in place for a couple seconds. Processing what they just witnessed.

"Hyung, what did we just witnessed?" Jisung asked

"I don't know, but I loved every single moment of that." Haechan said, Then Tali popped out with a cute apron on with Renjun behind her smiling at her fondly.

"You guys wanna help?" Tali said cutely, everyone gushed on how adorable was being. They didn't know but when ever she hangs out with Straykids she has this kid like persona come out of her and even afterwards, and thats what they are seeing, she just grew up with Nct and Straykids differently she acts an adult with Nct while Straykids she acts her age maybe a little younger. So when she left Chan she was in a happy mood and that continued to now.

They all looked at each other and then back at Tali.

"Of course Princess."

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