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loudblonde · 1 year

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Could I request anyone in the 141 with a non military/detective s/o who just finished a dangerous case. and like how they react to it idk 💀

thanks 👍💪

In honour of Sherlock Holmes becoming public domain, you dear Anon will get more than just one of the boys with a detective s/o. Male!Reader is vaguely if not outrightly stated to be a Holmes much like Sherlock Holmes, he is not BBC Sherlock.

Warnings: mentions of child porn, human trafficking, and torture. Canon typical violence.

Hurt/comfort and some fluff

All stories are under 500 words long, so they might just be drabbles.

Male reader,

~ Captain John Price ~

John Price was sitting in his office with the small radio turned on low, just filling out paperwork from work from his most recent mission with the team. It had been a success but he still had a ton of paperwork. John never quite paid much attention to the radio until a familiar name came up, (Y/N) Price.

John abandoned all thoughts of paperwork as he turned the radio on.

“-great news to announce that Detective (Y/N) Price has once again done the impossible after disappearing off the radar for two weeks, (Y/N) located and personally gathered information on a human trafficking ring, allegedly going undercover despite being a very well known man.” One of the hosts said.

Price sucked in a deep breath and listened carefully, his mind filled with static as gore filled images of his husband getting brutally tortured and killed because he was discovered crossed his mind, Price knew the reality would be that, he knew that (Y/N) wouldn’t have made it out alive had it not been for his husbands sheer dumb fucking luck.

“I know right, Kelley,” The other host said. “From what we know, Detective Price is a married man, he wears a gold wedding band, I sure wouldn’t wish to be married to someone who just disappears all of the sudden for weeks on end!” The hosts laughed together and John looked down in his hands.

They both had a tendency to disappear for work, rarely ever saw each other but when they did, between missions and cases, especially with (Y/N)’s freelance work, much like his older brother.

Price reached over and grabbed his phone, dialing his husband's number. He placed the phone to his ear and listened as it dialed 3 times before it was picked up. “Hmmm, John it’s 3 in the night here.” His husband's groggy voice came through.

Price smiled a bit as he turned the radio off. “I heard the news about your latest case.”

(Y/N) chuckled, voice sounding rasped. “I wasn’t alone, despite what they say, my brother was with me and not Sher.”

“Ah, so the oldest Holmes made it out of his fancy office to help, that is at least somewhat comforting.” He said.

(Y/N) hummed for a moment. “It was scary, I won’t lie to you, I knew this kind of work was gonna take a lot but wow… I can’t imagine your mission being easy either.”

“Hmm, no my mission wasn’t easy but we all made it through, minimal injuries and we recovered the intel.” Price said. “I have some saved up vacation time, why don’t we take a break, the both of us and go somewhere just the two of us?”

(Y/N) smiled. “I would like that, just the two of us, it would be nice… I love you John, you know that, right?”

John touched his necklace where the ring was. “I love you too, with all my heart.”

< Simon “Ghost” Riley >

Simon was sitting with the team watching some telly when the news came on, the picture of his husband looking stoic as ever came on as the reporter smiled. “Today the Brother Holmes were successful in taking down a child porno ring that extended as far into minor positions of our government. The brothers went undercover while posing as people who could give access to child porn, they worked closely with Scotland Yard in catching over 150 pedofiles in the UK alone. It has been reported that both their lives were at risk during it and that (Y/N) Holmes was almost killed several times during this investigation, though I am happy to tell you that any hospitalisation lasted less than 24 hours and that the young detective is not in any danger.” The reporter finished and ads started playing.

Simon sat, staring blank at the screen, (Y/N) had mentioned a case that had been dangerous but he was never told his life had been in danger. Logically he knew that (Y/N) was a capable man who could not only keep up with his brothers and their crazy shit, but also knew his way around several fighting styles and weapons, Simon logically knew all that and still hearing his husband, one of few people who knew Simon’s face, who Simon trusted with all his life, had been in danger and almost killed… it made his blood boil.

Simon stood up, spooking Soap who cursed after him, But Simon didn’t care, he couldn’t care, he was just making a beeline for his room and as soon as he got there he took out his phone and called one of few numbers even saved in it. Their house phone, a secure line.

“Holmes Residency, (Y/N) speaking.” A pained voice came out.

“Are you okay?” Simon asked before anything else.

“Ahhh, Simon, yes, just a few bruised ribs.” (Y/N) said and Simon could hear his smile.

“He was also poisoned.” Came Mycroft ever so helpful.

“And stabbed, twice, I have him on bedrest.” A much clearer Doctor Watson said. “Well, as much as you can keep a Holmes on bedrest.”

Simon took a deep breath. “(Y/N)... you are single handedly going to make me go grey before Price.” He knew his comment would make (Y/N) chuckle.

“I am fine Si and I love you too.” (Y/N) said as he chuckled. “I love you more than I could ever express to you…. I love you more then (favourite food/movie).”

Simon smiled a bit. “I love you too… but be careful, I don’t want you getting killed… I can’t lose anymore people.”

(Y/N)’s smile softened a bit. “Don’t worry Si, I won’t take a case until I am healed. Apparently there is a high reward for people who help out with catching criminals, who would have thought?”

) John “Soap” McTavish (

John was sitting in the police room as (Y/N) finished up whatever he was doing. The mission had been too close to his own line of work for comfort. Laswell had gotten the 141 to bring out (Y/N) Holmes from a person who had kidnapped him. His own husband had been kidnapped and he didn’t even know.

Sometimes John hated their line of work, it was cruel and left little contact with loved ones.

“Relax Johnny.” Ghost said from beside him. Both still in full gear. “Nothing is gonna happen while we sit here.”

John looked at Ghost and cracked a small smile. “Yeah I know, it’s just two weeks in a long time.”

Ghost looked at him and slowly blinked. “Yes it is, but he is a Holmes, I thought that was a given or they were trained for that.”

John shook his head. “No, no they aren’t, they are just civilians who everyone thinks are-” John stopped talking as (Y/N) stepped out of the room, looking worse for wear, but with a big smile on his face.

John instantly stood and walked over, hugging (Y/N) close and a tad too tight.

“John, my ribs.” (Y/N) groaned as he hugged back.

“Oh right sorry.” John pulled away and took (Y/N)’s face in his hands. “Don’t ever do something like that again!” He said loudly. “I was worried sick when I heard you had been missing for 2 weeks!”

(Y/N)’s eyes softened. “I didn’t mean to get caught, but Sherlock managed to get away and get to safety, he ensured that I was kept alive.”

John rested his forehead against (Y/N)’s. “Remind me to thank him when we see him.” John chuckled a bit, just happy to have his husband back in his arms.

��Hmm, you can thank him at the wedding in 7 months. Him and Watson are finally tying the knot, I won the bet between everyone by the way.” (Y/N) said, smirking a bit.

“I love you so much,” John said.

[ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick ]

Kyle was just standing and talking with Soap as he saw his long time boyfriend (Y/N) walk up with a newspaper in hand. Kyle tilted his head slightly and stopped talking, causing Soap to turn and look at (Y/N). “Hey, why is a Holmes walking directly towards us? Is he even allowed on base?” Soap asked.

Kyle shrugged. “He should be. Hey (Y/N)!” He called out as (Y/N) got closer.

“Kyle!” (Y/N) said happily as he practically bounced over. “May I?”

Kyle nodded and they hugged close. Kyle missed (Y/N) whenever he went away but he couldn’t exactly stop (Y/N) from taking on case after case, they paid far too well.

(Y/N) showed Kyle the newspaper from that morning. “I just finished a case for the king of Sweden, didn't even know it was the Swedish king, he is very… eccentric but normal. He is just a person, it was nice.”

“Soooo.” A certain Scottish man broke through their conversation. “How do you two know each other?”

“(Y/N) meet Soap, Soap, this is my boyfriend, (Y/N) Holmes.” Kyle said.

(Y/N) smiled brightly and shook Soap's hand. “I have heard a lot about you lot and the 141.”

“Only good things I hope.” Soap said.

“The best of things. Oh and Kyle, no reason to worry, a doctor that wasn’t my brother's close friend cleared me. I am not injured even though you will undoubtedly hear about a very large fall I had in tonight's news. I just wanted to tell you that before you hear it from someone that isn’t me.” He said.

Kyle’s eyes widened. “(Y/N) you promised to be careful.”

“I was… ish… okay maybe not as much as I should, but I was safe during the whole thing, no large injury or bed rest needed.”

“No case for at least 3 days, please.” Kyle said.

“... Okay, no case for a week. I love you, alright? I am always going to return home to you.”

Kyle smiled at that. “Good. I love you too.”

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rendy-a · 9 months

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Congratulations on 500 followers 🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉 hope you get more btw 🤗

Anyways so far the event reads are super entertaining and great so if its alr can i get yandere idia after the dance?? Ignore if you wish 👍

Funny thing about writing fics, sometimes you think your fic is a mess but when you reread over the draft, its not half bad. I remember starting this out and thinking, if its after the dance, then surely, they have to meet in an unusual way because Idia won’t be coming to that dance by free will…

There were so many things to remember from this night; the dance, your outfit, and hanging out with both new and old friends. As the lights flickered off in the gardens, you sadly realized the magical night was over. Only, you knew you’d never be able to sleep after this much excitement. Maybe that was why you’d agreed to stay behind and help pick up trash from the tables in the cafeteria. Plus, you weren’t completely alone. “Thanks for keeping me company, Ortho,” you say as you give the AI boy a smile. “It was my pleasure, Prefect!” he cheerfully replies.

You look around at the dim cafeteria and realize, “Gosh, it is so quiet in here with nobody around.” Ortho takes on a look of calculation before replying, “You are correct, no other lifeforms are detected in over 100 meters from this position.” You laugh at how he took your innocent comment and turned it into such a scientific response, “Good to know. Now no one will hear me scream. Just like a B Horror movie.” Ortho looks very amused by this, “Are you a fan of B Horror movies, Prefect? My brother loves those! You should come over to Ignihyde sometime and watch one with us!” Watch movies with Idia? You didn’t want to say anything to Ortho about his brother but, honestly, you weren’t sure he even knew who you were. Really, if it hadn’t been for the whole ‘kidnapped by a ghost’ thing, you wouldn’t know him either.

“Oh yeah? That sounds like, um, great fun. We should totally hang out some time,” you end politely. “Ah! I’m so happy you feel that way, Prefect! I’d love for Brother to spend more time with you!” Ortho says happily with a hand to his mouth like he couldn’t contain his smile behind that metal cover. “Yeah, why not. You can let him know to come see me…just whenever it is convenient for you,” you say offhandedly. “Transmission complete.” You look over, “Hmm?” Oh, the table Ortho was working on was now clean and…you look down at your own area, so was yours. In fact, you’d hardly noticed but you and Ortho had finished collecting all the trash in the room. “I guess it is complete,” you say looking back at Ortho with a smile, “Do you need me to walk you home?”

Ortho gets a mischievous look in his eye, “No, Prefect, I’ll be fine. My brother equipped me with everything I needed for nighttime navigation. He would do anything to make me happy and I’m sure he’d do the same for you too.” You didn’t really know what to say so you stammered a reply, “I..I’m sure he would.” This was apparently the correct answer as a very cheerful Ortho waved enthusiastically as he floated off. You watch him go before turning to begin your own trek home.

Good thing you weren’t afraid of the dark. Otherwise, this campus could be a frightening place. The gothic architecture reminded you of a vampire’s castle and the bats circling the towers did nothing do dispel that mood. The eerie blue glow dancing across the pavers made the whole place seem like a path to an undead underworld. Wait. There shouldn’t be a blue glow on this path. After all your earlier bluster, you were now generally freaked out. You looked back, considering taking the back way home but that convoluted path would take you at least half an hour to walk. No, you lived with ghosts, you could deal with whatever supernatural entity this was. You’d just be careful.

You crept carefully down the path until you came to a glowing blue hedge. You could see the eerie flames came from deeper within. You gathered your courage and rushed forward, parting the hedge and shouting mightily, “Arrgghhhh!” You had no plan but, luckily for you, you didn’t need one. The frightened occupant of the hedge screamed louder than you did and fell back on his bottom, “AAAHHHH!” You meet eyes and continue screaming for a solid twenty seconds until the flickering blue flames finally illuminated enough of his face for you to recognize your supernatural stalker was only Idia.

“What are you doing here?” you hiss out quietly at the cowering dorm leader. “You…you invited me, so I came! B.but, I got nervous about random encounters and decided to take a pit stop to wait for my stamina to recharge,” he stuttered out. You give him a puzzled look, “I…invited you?” He flushes deeply and his hair gets a pink tinge to the ends, “Ortho, he passed on your message. That, that you wanted to see me…to hang out…” Then he looks away, tapping his index fingers together like a schoolgirl. Wait, what exactly had you said to Ortho? “I thought I said he shouldn’t mention it until he saw you next. I didn’t mean to drag you out of bed or anything.”

Idia gets a rare sharp-toothed grin when explaining, “Ortho is set up with Wi-Fi, local transmission, and the ability to connect to outdated landline technology. We are always in touch.” Then he seems to feel overwhelmed about having said so much, “P.plus, I’m never asleep this early s.so, you shouldn’t worry about me.” You still felt guilty, you had inadvertently dragged an introvert out into the wild with no real reason. The guilt prompted you to come up with an impromptu excursion to drag your new acquaintance on. “So, want to walk around the main street? I guess you don’t really get to see the busy areas of the school much, huh?” He blinks at you owlishly before giving you a shy grin and a nod.

“Here are the Great Seven statues,” you remark in a very tour-guide tone. You nod your head toward the stature of the Queen of Hearts, “Grim and I sort of burnt that one down once.” Idia looks at you, “Oh yeah?” he drawls with a knowing grin. “I…I mean we were MINORLY involved. It was really Ace’s fault mostly! I’m not some hoodlum or anything!” you hurriedly backtrack on that comment. He pulls his hands into his body in surprise at your sudden outburst and stammers, “I…I know…I believe you.”

You cringe at what a weirdo you sound like. Not that you are the only one who had some weird moments this night. Earlier, you’d randomly pointed out a bench you like to sit on, and Idia had taken a picture of it with his phone. How much of a shut-in do you have to be before someone’s favorite bench seems picture worthy? “Maybe next time we will sit on it together,” you’d joked only to have Idia flush instead of laugh. Maybe he isn’t ready for jokes today.

Time for a topic change, “Which of the statues is your favorite?” you ask suddenly. “Me? You want to know my favorite? I never thought you’d want to know about me…” Idia trails off in a mumble before responding, “Ah! I like the King of the Underworld. A.and not just because I’m from Ignihyde! He is just so cool. He devotes himself to his work but still had time to find someone to make his bride. I..I try to imitate his work ethic…and other things…”

The silence lingers after Idia finishes until he asks quietly, “Which one is your favorite?” It was an interesting question as you had no dorm affiliation to influence your choice. You don’t really want to think too hard about things in the middle of the night, so you shrug and point to one. “Th.the King of Beasts?” Idia asks in surprise. “Hmm,” you hum in agreement, “It’s a cat.” Then you meet his eyes and burst out into laughter. He surprises you by letting out a small chuckle too; I guess he is ready for some jokes after all. “I didn’t know we had so much in common. I also like kitties.” he says quietly before you nod toward the path and continue your way onwards toward Ramshackle.

You reach the fence bounding the hill on which Ramshackle lies and lean onto it, weaving your arms between the spiked bars that top it. “Home sweet home. It doesn’t look like much now, but you should have seen it when it was all decorated up by Diasomnia during Halloween.” He gives you a small smile and remarks, “I saw it. I had Ortho fly over and take video for me.” You bump him with your elbow, “Keeping an eye on me, eh?” He does not take that as the joke you meant it to be and goes into a panicked fluster, “N.No! Not..not at all! It…It was for research purposes. RESEARCH ONLY!” You laugh, “Relax, I’m only teasing you.” He was fun to tease, you decide.

“I thought it looked great. I was sort of jealous of the costumes. I think it would have been fun to dress up in one,” you muse, allowing the subject to change. “Do..do you like to cosplay?” Idia asks carefully. “Hmm, I don’t know if like is really the word. Maybe say I’m interested in it,” you say as you think it over, “Like when you see a really great costume online and it makes you feel excited to try it out. You know?” You push back from the wall and give Idia a nice smile as you seek out his acknowledgment. He returns your smile, “Yeah, like sometimes you see something really cute and think ‘I wonder what they’d look like in this.’”

“They?” you tease, “Who is they? Do you have a special someone Idia?” If you thought you’d flustered him before, that was nothing to the reaction you got now. The tips of his hair turned so crimson that, for a moment, the blaze was red-hot enough to warm you. “NO! I DON’T HAVE ANYONE IN MIND! But I mean if I did, I wouldn’t brag about it to everyone, I’d keep them safe and secret. It would be great to have a person to do this sort of thing with. Maybe someday…” From there, you aren’t sure if his mumbles get too quiet or if you are laughing too loudly to hear them.

Then you reached your door and stopped at the entry to say goodnight to your companion. “That was a fun time. You should get out more often.” He looks at the ground mostly, but you catch him gazing at you through his lashes as he says, “If you invite me, I’ll come again.” You smile, “Sure. I don’t mind, its not like you kept me waiting or anything.” Idia’s expression becomes deathly pale, and his mouth works without producing any sound. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not mad. Even though you took that rest in a bush, you still showed up surprisingly fast. I’m surprised you managed to get there that fast from Ignihyde and all. What, did you actually jog all that way? I think there must be a surprising amount I don’t know about you, Idia Shroud.” Then, with a wave of your hand, you slipped inside and left the shocked Idia standing at your doorway. He really was easy to tease.

As you climb the stairs to your room you are stuck with your parting statement. You hadn’t consciously thought about it, but Idia HAD appeared in that bush far faster than he’d have been able to if he came from Ignihyde. Had he been on campus doing something? Idia the famous introvert? Now, when it was too late to ask, you wonder what he might have been doing prior to meeting up with you. Perhaps, if you ever met up again, you’d remember to ask him what had interested him enough to tear him out of his room while everyone else was dancing.

The whole ‘hang out’ had taken a surprisingly short amount of time, only around half an hour. But after the long dance and clean-up were added in, it was enough to make you ready to turn in for the night. So, you shucked off your formal wear and put on a comfy outfit and headed to bed. You grab the top layer of bedding and fold it over giving yourself a way to slide into bed. Before you can though, you puzzledly examine your pillow. A single strand of writhing blue hair lays upon it. You twirl it around in your fingers, ‘I guess it must have transferred to me from earlier and fallen off,’ you think. How odd but…not odd enough to keep you up longer. You flick your fingers, sending the wayward strand floating off to the floor to be swept up some other day.

Then you slip inside your comfy bed and let your mind wander as it does before sleep claims you. I wonder if Idia gets hot when he is in bed? That flame hair must heat things up pretty fast. Funny to think about because tonight, you feel like your own bed is somehow still warm as though remembering the heat of a recent occupant. But that just must be your imagination. A bed can’t stay warm all day like that.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #500 follower event #yandere idia x reader #tw: yandere #yandere idia shroud

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nobodyeverasked · 2 years

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here’s to us; seo changbin

(6,515 words) - large

summary ➣ A past history of mistakes and unresolved conflicts left Y/N and Changbin’s once flourishing friendship in shambles. When they find each other as neighbours in the same apartment complex, though, they end up spending a lot more time together than they ever intended to.

genre ➣ fluff

requested - 👍

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Y/N dusted his hands off as he shoved another box into the corner of his still empty apartment, the only thing now taking up space on the sheen of the laminate floorboards being the stacks and arrangements of mismatched and misplaced boxes. Boxes for the kitchen wound up in the far corner of the living space, the mattress was in the bathroom, pillows and sheets on top of a long container Y/N would probably use as a couch until he finally wasn’t lazy enough to unpack and build the one he bought hours before he was set to move into this place.

This was the first place Y/N’s ever owned, and even the sunlight could tell as it shone on all the scattered boxes with what felt like a teasing chuckle in its shimmer. It was far from the suburb where he started, and even farther from the schools he went to during times he thought that was all life had to offer. Every step outside the threshold of what he knew was this ever-constant expansion of a story he never quite knew how to write properly, and as he stared out to his rooms of soon-to-be actual furniture, he realized that the long, enduring shines of what he thought were hard times and slow paces were just a flicker of sunset-stained light to him now.

Seungmin hunched over beside him to heave a dramatic groan, a box between his legs as they both stood by the doorway. Looking at him with a fond smile, Y/N realized how easy it was to laugh at who he was, who he used to be; all the shades of him Seungmin had to put up with, and the sides of Seungmin that Y/N still needs to put up with from time to time.

“All this lifting is either gonna make me hella swole or give me fucking scoliosis.”

“Yeah, I’m not letting either of those happen ‘cause I know you won’t shut up about either.” Y/N cringed at the thought of both images in his head. and took Seungmin’s box into his hands. He completely ignored the scrawlings on its side and put it by the kitchen’s archway - the system that he and Seungmin devised in the car were completely futile and useless at this point. He was quite impressed, actually, with how quickly they could dismantle their shoddily arranged plans to be organized - at least that part of them, they will never outgrow.

Watching as the sunlight caught their heavy breaths and strained laughter, worn out by all the lifting, as Seungmin caught up to him through the doorway, Y/N couldn’t help but think that they never quite grew at all - finding themselves in a world too large to fit in. But they liked it that way, knowing that things were never going to stop changing, expanding, and that their quest on drunkenly chasing sunsets just out of reach was just a part of life.

“Thanks. Love you too, Y/N.”

They made their way up to the windows at the end of the living area, and stared out toward the cityscape, the afternoon’s clear blue sky dipping all the tips of the buildings in the ivories of the afternoon sunlight, and setting alight this motion that will never cease even when the blues of the sky are snuffed out by the night. FInally getting to be a part of this, adding their colours into the sunset, was both all they ever dreamed of and yet something they barely thought twice about; it was surreal.

“So, moving in, check,” Y/N surveyed the room, his feeling of accomplishment instantly stifled by the beiges and dull browns of the boxes they brought with them and had strewn about the floor. Somehow, the room looked emptier than it did when they started. “Okay, half-check, maybe quarter-check…”

“I’m okay with sleeping in the car tonight, there’s no way we’re bringing these boxes in here and taking the shit out of the boxes on the same day.” Seungmin shuddered at the thought of even opening the boxes with the room keys Y/N was given - they left the one thing they really needed, their box-cutter, at Seungmin’s place. Even beginning to comprehend opening the boxes, taking the assorted things out, thinking about where they needed to go, and putting them in places!? It literally shorted out Seungmin’s mind.

“Wow, ‘cause doing two separate things in one sitting…? That’s a crazy concept.” Y/N only let out a chuckle at Seungmin’s whines and cries into the ceiling, wondering about how they even graduated college with official degrees and everything. “But we can take a break and I’ll do the rest. I know how doing work really racks your brain…” It was Seungmin’s turn to let a faint, still breathless chuckle wander about the room, tracking its own light across where sunlight pooled and dripped down boxes and between floorboards. “I really appreciate you coming and helping me.”

“Excuse me.” Seungmin moved in to wrap an arm around Y/N, bringing him to an embrace that only Y/N’s even been wrapped up in. That lazy, one-armed hug of Seungmin’s that made all of Y/N’s worries flutter away. “What kind of 3-in-the-morning-hookup-turned-bestie would I be if I didn’t help you move into your first apartment?”

Now that they’re friends, all their years of hormonal and desperation-induced horniness put aside - for the most part - Seungmin will never lose an opportunity to remind them of how it all started. A vodka-induced blur of UNO cards, mood lighting, and Y/N turning his head in just the right way to catch the shimmering violet LEDs in his eyes, the moonlight’s flowers falling around him, spilling down the vintage tank top and fishnet sleeves one of their mutual friends picked out for him. Y/N hit him with a +4 for the third time that night, and Seungmin had enough and lunged for him.

They’ve been side by side ever since, put in each other’s friend zones the moment they had the chance.

“Can you please stop talking about that…?” Y/N hid his face in his hands, the only thing he was reminded of being that awkward conversation they had the morning of through their hangovers. “I can’t believe I asked if I was a bad kisser…”

“Well, we haven’t since that day, so I think you got your answer-” Seungmin was cut off by a jab to his stomach, and his wince in pain unfolded into unyielding laughter.

“Let’s get some sustenance before you make me regret my life choices yet again.”

Following in the echoes of Seungmin’s laughter, they made their way back out the door, prepared to get lost in those never-ending plazas of hipster-style coffee shops. They were just about to lock up with the keys Y/N had tucked away in his pocket before they heard this clacking jangle of yet another set of freshly assigned room keys spilling out from the elevator just down the hall. It’s only been a few long, grueling hours, but Y/N’s already used to the way the plastic tag with his room number used to ring against his other keys - at least before Seungmin tore it off in a fit of rage since the sound was just a little too annoying for him.

They both looked up from the door’s lock, trailing the sound of the footsteps that came with the careless jangle of the keys, until the figure made it to the door right next to theirs. Y/N kept staring, their silhouette against the odd shade of maroon that was slathered on their hallways, it looked so familiar. It wasn’t until their eyes locked that all parties involved realized that it was too late, the mistake was already made.

His neighbour, the person he’ll be living next to until one of them get evicted or are forced on the run, is none other than Seo Changbin; the scourge of his last few years of encroaching deadlines, thesis statements and work that’d drive him into sleepless nights. However, Y/N knew that he was just as much a menace to Changbin, too, they didn’t make it easy for each other.

They instantly recoiled and set curses alight in the air, while Seungmin just stood there, awe-struck and too in the loop on their history - all the secrecy he’s sworn to Y/N under dim lamplight and over psychology textbooks now slipped out from under his tongue in a stammered sound that only made the angered, flustered heat in Changbin’s face burn brighter, boil over.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Changbin cried out, throwing his hands up in the air.

“No… This can’t be real, this has to be the caffeine withdrawal kicking in…” Y/N’s voice was a lot softer than Changbin’s but the emotions that stirred in him were just as viscous, making the anger that coated his words just as dense and heavy and suffocating. Seungmin wanted to reach out and stand between them, toss haphazard insults in Changbin’s face for all the things he’s put Y/N’s heart through. But he also understood their trials and tribulations a little too well - he didn’t know if it was his place, so he just stayed back.

“I can’t believe you’re my neighbour! Out of all places…”

“I was here first! You’re MY neighbour, bitch!”

Changbin waved off Y/N’s retort with a shake of his head, pinching the bridge of his nose and thinking back to all they days swallowed up by his and Y/N’s arguments, by their unread texts and unlistened-to voicemails and all the things in between that they failed to tie off and leave to rest - yet it still left knots in their stomachs. “As if life couldn’t get any fucking worse.”

“It can get a lot fucking worse…”

They locked eyes once again, and it’s been so long since they’ve done so. All the sparks and light and colour that once dyed their stares are gone or changed too drastically for them to notice. All they could make out of their glares as they took each other in was the moment they couldn’t bear to look each other in the eye anymore, when they needed to see their mutuals in shifts and when they’d talk shit behind each other’s backs and claim it was ‘venting’.

They thought that the moment they left that school, the moment they left each other’s circles and became their own people, all the spectacle and hardship and bitterness in retrospect would fall from their firsts. However, they figured out the hard way that all the tension, all the grudges, and turmoil they held between each other were all still wound up in their fists.

“Believe me, I know.”

Y/N couldn’t stop himself from throwing something right back, no matter how thoughtless it was. Seeing Changbin here, it made Y/N fall back on who he used to be back when they meant something to each other.. The Y/N who always needed to get the last word in so nobody could say anything else, the Y/N who always needed to fight back and fight for himself when he felt too unsafe to have anybody fight for him. The Y/N who was constantly feeling the need to protect himself and what he held close to his chest in fear that it would all be stolen away from him. It just all flooded back, and Changbin was that glaring reminder that he’ll never truly abandon the shadows and doubt in him that helped tear this rift between them in the first place.

“I’ve learned not to believe the things you say.”

In that moment of silence that almost bordered on remorseful, Changbin lowered his eyes and slipped through the front door of his apartment - not forgetting to slam it behind him just to be petty and rupture the air lit ablaze that he already left Y/N and Seungmin to stand in. Y/N tried to shake all of it off, this immediate, intense spike of anger that made all of his skin want to recede, curl in on itself, and let his blood simmer in the same ways it did the last time he saw Changbin’s face - he wondered if that anger, that unyielding, painful anger, would render him just as restless yet fatigued as it did last time. He could already feel it filing in, all the agonies he thought he uprooted and threw away with the rest of the parts he hated about his undergrad years.

But here Changbin was, a shining star in all his nights spent parading down streets with people he can barely remember, all his mornings hungover and time slipping away from him like the wishes he’d toss out to any sky that would listen - the wishes to stay in these moments forever. His earnestness, his dedication to a life that was nothing but an illusion that left him with a really shitty headache, all he wanted to do was separate himself from all of it. There was once a time where Changbin was the only thing left to smile for in that life of veneers and veiled ‘I’m fine’s and collapsed emotional intelligence.

All those mornings pulled taut around them as Changbin would slip under the space in Y/N’s covers that he always left for him - Changbin’s hands combing back Y/N’s hair, hands comfortingly and instinctively settled on his hips, the whispers into his shoulders in that delicate melody that surprised Y/N even still. They would spend all of their mornings like that, and leave Seungmin to walk in on them tangled up in bedsheets with the dawn’s light pulled out from under them as they’d be fast asleep by noon, Y/N on Changbin’s chest, arms at his waist. Seungmin’s exclamations were always the funniest things, and Y/N and Changbin would ease it into every conversation they had when Seungmin would walk with them to their regular coffee shop.

That coffee shop was leagues away now, and so are the colours that painted those memories with such vivid beauty.

Y/N wanted to laugh and smile and reminisce on those days, but he couldn’t help but let a scowl out first with how quickly they both let them unravel and fall and crumble and fade away not just nothing, but twist up into something so much worse. They just couldn’t help but fan each other’s flames in attempts to build things back up in the worst ways.

Drunk altercations at parties, desperate attempts to reclaim what they had in five-minute windows as their friends went to pick up food, conversations they had where nobody was truly listening. They just made it so much worse.

“Are you okay, Y/N…? That was a pretty rude awakening to our new life, huh…?” Seungmin tried to laugh off the stale silence between him and Y/N, the ashes of the curses Y/N and Changbin hurled into the air. But as Y/N turned around and scrubbed at his face with his hands, there was this unreadable glint in his expression that left Seungmin with nothing left to say, nothing left to play off. He could tell Y/N was holding something back - he was holding everything back.

Y/N let his head fall against Seungmin’s shoulder as he moved in to wrap his arms around Y/N and pull him into a wordless embrace.

“Now I really need coffee if I’m gonna survive this…”

It took a lot more than just an obscenely large cup of coffee to help Y/N survive his circumstances. It took wasting hours and hours of his time unpacking and moving and re-moving furniture around his room until all he could think about was the sound of boxes and half-finished shelves screeching against the laminate flooring, and not the opening and closing of the door right next to his. It took Y/N dragging Seungmin out under an early violet evening to take their minds off everything, wander the town, get lost in the streets, do whatever they could to get sidetracked and do anything but acknowledge Changbin, what they were, what they used to be, and even, to a certain extent, what they are now.

A lot of who Y/N and Changbin are have been lost to them now, over a couple summers of no contact, of severing phone lines and patterns of daily text conversations - good, filled with affection, or bad, nothing but unintelligible arguments in all caps. The uncertainty, the threat of retrospect scared Y/N, and he wanted to do anything but confront what actually happened. All he wanted to do was remember the emotions that followed, their intensity, their potency, how they strangled any rational thought - ironically, it was easier than reflecting on it, and Y/N and Seungmin would always chuckle about how much they thought they’ve grown. Yet Y/N can’t seem to wrap his head around Changbin.

As desperately as Y/N’s wanted to avoid Changbin - and vice versa - over the last few weeks since their harrowing discovery of being neighbours, it’s as if their days have consisted of nothing but glimpses of each other. They enter the hall at the same time, share agonizingly long elevator rides to the ground floor to pick up food, and sit on opposite benches in the laundry room as they wait for their dry-cleaning to be done. It’s as if the universe, those sick and twisted and spiteful laws of gravity have forced them to revolve around each other - and they hated it.

However, they didn’t necessarily know why, all they knew was that they saw each other, and anger flowed through them. They’ve had their moments of silent, reluctant reflection on why or how it could be as they let their eyes drift across each other in lines at the same coffee shop, or as Changbin catches Y/N and Seungmin slipping through their front door and their gazes line up just right. They don’t even recoil as they see each other, there’s simply this blankness that rests between them, one that’s waiting for answers.

Y/N leaned against the washing machine as he slammed the door shut and let it start up with a chug and a rumble, as its mechanical stutters always seemed to satisfying to him - then again, anything was a little bit more peaceful than the sassy lilt in Seungmin’s voice, as much as Y/N loved it. He drew his phone from his pocket, something to distract himself from the quiet of the room, but as soon as he let his gaze drift over the top of his screen, he caught a figure stumbling through the doorway with a basket teeming with crumpled shirts, constantly teetering off balance.

“Here, let me help you.” Y/N murmured before slipping his phone back into his pocket and rushing over to help this person steady themselves. He took the basket from them, set it on the nearest bench and gave a dramatic, heaving sigh of relief as he noted the brief sting in his arms and how heavy this basket actually was. “I honestly think this place should put height restrictions on piles of clothes, they’re literally hazards.” Y/N said without looking up, a blur of familiar colours shifting about in the corner of his eyes only clearing up as a just as familiar voice - one that lingered in the light and shadow of all his college days - rose into the air between them.

Changbin scratched at the back of his head, something that bordered on a nervous smile seeping into the stoicism of his indifferent expression. “Yes, clothing is a hazard indeed. Becoming a nudist colony would solve all our problems.”

Slight laughter escaped Y/N before he fully turned to take in Changbin, a half smile now remorselessly stamped on his face. Y/N wanted to catch it, chase it around the corner and through the doorway, but he just let it fall out as they looked at each other, took each other in under this surprisingly weightless silence that fell in the cracks of Y/N’s faded chuckling. Changbin in a hoodie, half-zipped and exposing basically all his chest - inches of skin that Y/N can recall with almost too much ease, sweats hung low around his waist; and Changbin couldn’t help but catch the way these warm overhead lights caught the glow in Y/N’s cheeks, as he seemed set alight by a loose, dark knit sweater and some loose trousers.

They stood like that for a while, until Changbin struggled through the layers of silence piling on top of them. This was what they seemed to be now, not stifled in heaps of animated groans and tyrades in hallways with vitriol spewed from their mouths, not even rolling eyes and scoffs or heavy sighs. It was this…

This easy yet uneasy, this deafening yet oddly serene type of quiet. It was one that practically begged them to speak, urged them to fill it with something. But with every interaction they’ve had over the past few days - bumping into each other in the library, mixing up their coffee orders since they’ve still seemed to order the same exact thing after two years, and, like now, finding each other as the only ones in this apartment complex who seem to wash their clothes on a regular basis - they’ve left that silence disappointed with hasty getaways and awkward farewells.

Changbin couldn’t help but be drawn in, though, drawn into this silence by the way Y/N stood turned out toward him like this. He was almost expectant, but Changbin couldn’t tell for sure. The light in Y/N’s eyes have changed a bit, but they still haven’t lost that luster, and the melody of sarcasm that always hung on the end of Y/N’s words - something he conditioned himself to hate - left this sweet aftertaste in the air.

“Hi…”

Was all Changbin could think of, a vacant, drawing ‘hi’ as if they haven’t been in each other’s presence for the past few minutes and decided against all the instincts that begged to run, be rid of this. He stuck with the way his heart wanted him to remain completely still. Don’t move, stay here, look for a little bit longer…

“Uh… Hey…” Was all Y/N could say back, completely frozen with his head turned toward Changbin. Despite all the urges that have fueled his anger and frustrations for the past couple years, Y/N, too, has found himself incapable of looking away. That slight, hesitant smile, the shine in his eyes that he only lets certain people ever see; these were things that were nothing but painful reminders of a lifetime’s worth of fuck-ups and misguided impulses and mornings in lecture halls with hangover-induced migranes and wasting life away one mistake at a time, thinking there was so much more of it left. However, these things that used to be so agonizing to remember have, all of the sudden, assumed their former light.

It was as if they were experiencing each other for the first time, all over again.

“Wow, we're off to a wonderful start.” Changbin peeled another chuckle from his tongue, feeling that mocking sting of awkwardness between them. He didn’t expect anything else, hell, he didn’t expect to make it this far - for Y/N to meet his gaze and not instantly flee the vicinity. He couldn’t help but keep his smile on as Y/N returned his awkward laughter with a slight, faint giggle of his own, a particular melody he let fill the room whenever he was trying too hard to find something to say.

Y/N shrugged, he didn’t expect to make it this far with Changbin either. Even if they were victims of circumstance, caught in the laundry room yet again with nothing but the whirring of the machines to keep them company in their thick, suffocating idling, it was better than nothing, and better than how they started out. “Well, I mean, it’s a lot better than the other ways I imagined it going.”

“True.” Changbin crossed his arms and nodded, taking in how Y/N averted his gaze, but only slightly until it fell back onto Changbin - as if he was reading him. Based on how things ended between them, how things crashed and burned around them, went up in all the sunset-coloured flames they lit under each other’s skin, he couldn’t blame Y/N for the caution he was taking.

As much as he wanted to tell Y/N to just let go, and urge him that things were okay, Changbin wasn’t completely convinced of that himself, even as they were getting accustomed to this new, foreign and strange sense of comfort between them. He wanted Y/N to talk to him, though, to stay here and pass the time with him - even if two years worth of silence and then a couple weeks of non-stop antagonism may have implied otherwise.

“So… Are you gonna stay here a while, or…?”

“I mean, yeah, Seungmin and I went thrifting and we have no idea where that shit has been, so…”

Y/N trailed off, not really recognizing his words before saying them as he fidgeted with his hands and gestured meekly toward the washer he claimed as his. They can recall with something close to a fond smile, an argument they had over Changbin using it for himself, and accidentally washing the brightness out of all Y/N’s whites the next day. The Sherlock Holmes-level investigation Y/N and Seungmin underwent, and that tense altercation at Changbin’s doorway - even that leaves Changbin thinking about all the things he still likes about Y/N, hsi scrunch-nosed scowl, that serious glint in his eye, that accomplished air he gets whenever he’s right.

Y/N felt this need to continue the conversation, and he found himself grasping at empty air for words. “Are you…?”

“Yeah, I got way too much shit to wash.”

“Right…”

This silence, this stifling, overly and unnecessarily awkward silence, Changbin couldn’t bear it and neither could Y/N. They had questions, so many questions burning on the tips of their tongues, seething through their pursed lips. Y/N couldn’t keep it in anymore, he couldn’t just walk away from their issues like they did back then.

“Hey, Changbin…?” As Changbin fully turned out to meet Y/N, he suddenly felt any urge to speak, any urge to bring up that tension lingering between them suddenly fell away from him, slipping from his grasp. He wasn’t too sure whether he had a grip on it in the first place. “Can I ask you something…?”

“Uh, sure, go for it.”

Y/N took a breath. He didn’t know if he was ready to unearth all these feelings, all the memories and feelings associated with all their stupid actions, but something - this comforting, stoic glint in Changbin’s unmoving, stable gaze - let Y/N know that it wasn’t going to be as bad as he thinks it will.

“How did all this shit start?” It was all rushing back in, long nights, mornings cut short and eclipsed by Changbin’s shoulders, all the honey splayed out before them on every evening they spent together, and all the burnt sugar on the ends of their horizons as they watched everything burn to the ground, feeding the fires with incoherent arguments and words they can never take back - even now… “I mean, of course I know, but…”

Before all of this, before they’ve trudged through years of their calamitous fallout that’s still left them confused to a certain extent, Y/N and Changbin used to be everything to each other. At least, their concept of everything at the time - they were young, impulsive, needy, dependent, misguided children who saw what they thought was all they needed in a passerby at one of their mutual friend’s get-togethers. Y/N just seemed to stand out enough in the strobe lighting with that beautiful, tipsy smile of his, and Changbin just seemed to be good enough of a kisser to keep them in each other’s arms and on each other’s liquor stained minds all night.

They got together and stayed together in this sort of epiphanous state where they thought they were invincible, that they knew everything that was coming, that there was nothing that they couldn’t handle as long as they had each other to waste away the days with, down them like they did the tequila shots that brought them together in the first place. Their home was built atop a shaky foundation, a home that was never meant to last. It was only a matter of time until they collapsed in on themselves like stars burning too bright.

Even with all they felt they were, how much of the world they thought they wrapped their head around, they never could’ve prepared themselves for how much work it was going to be to keep up the kind of relationship that they wanted and expected from each other. They went into it blind, and they ended up being blind to each other, what they truly wanted and needed, and how they were destroying each other in the process. The idea of love was lost upon them, the idea of true, heartfelt attraction was cracked and frail and fragile. They didn’t communicate until it was too late, and when they did communicate, it was through tyrades of shit-talk behind each other’s backs, through text conversations that only left them worse off than they initially were, and smouldering looks through hallways and across lecture halls and then nothing - as if they billowed out into their finally breaths of smoke.

“Things just changed so quickly, you know? And I feel like we never had any closure aside from just… Not talking anymore…” Now here they were, staring into each other’s eyes and seeing everything they’ve been through in their stares. It made them stop to gather their breath for a second, all the breath they stole from each other and all the breath they wasted on saying nasty, hurtful things to each other while they could’ve just talked like normal people, like they are now… “Even now, just a few weeks ago, we were screaming at the top of our lungs and foaming at the mouth because of how much we hated each other. But I can’t help but look back on it and think about what was actually so bad about it - or rather, all the things we blew out of proportion.”

“Yeah… We’ve felt pretty heightened emotions based on this one thing, but when I look back on it too, I just think about how stupid we were for dragging it out this long…” Changbin shook his head as he made his way over to Y/N, and Y/N welcomed Changbin’s touch as he rested his hand on Y/N’s arm, fingers dancing along the seam of his sweater sleeve. “We were just wrong for each other at the time, we basically destroyed each other, and I would never want to hurt you… I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

“I never wanted to hurt you either, I never wanted us to feel that kind of pain…” Y/N took a breath, absently playing around with the zipper of Changbin’s half-zipped hoodie. His voice was quiet, uncertain, and barely there as he spoke. He never thought they’d ever get this far, and he could feel his breath leaking from his chest. “I still feel awful, though, because I liked you… A lot… I was just so confused and misguided at the time, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t have to be then, either.” With a faint smile, Changbin nudged Y/N in the chest. Y/N’s faint giggle only made it easier for him to continue. These are all the things he’s wanted to say for so long, it was difficult to find the words at the start, but now, he could feel them flooding out - things he’s always wanted to say, things he’s always wanted Y/N to hear. “Something tells me that we spent a lot of time either being sorry for ourselves or for each other…”

“Okay, fine. If I’m not sorry for that, then I’m sorry for the way everything turned out - we were fucking messes…” Y/N said, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. “Wow, is this what it’s like…? Talking like actual human beings…?”

“Crazy concept, I know… We’ve been ‘fucking messes’ for far too long.”

This silence bloomed in between them, not like a cloud of smoke that left them blinded from the words that they were going to say next. But it was comforting, this moment of recognition, patches of beautiful tulips and roses that reminded them of how relieving silence could be.

“Hey…” Changbin moved a little closer, his hands that traced Y/N’s arms tentatively grew braver, taking Y/N by his hands, finding space between his fingers. Y/N didn’t stop him, he didn't want Changbin to stop. He just let Changbin bring him closer, ever-so-slightly closer with the slightest tug on his hands, on his wrists.

“Hm?”

“I’m glad we’re here.”

This was how it all started, and it was by this faint, delicate grasp on Y/N’s fingertips that they chose to end by too. But if this closing distance between them was any indication, then their flames were far from burning out. Changbin took Y/N’s chin in his hand, and Y/N felt himself leaning into the gravity that was always there, that pulled them together and forced them apart, that relentless revolution that always kept them closer to each other than they think. He never lost the memory of Changbin’s skin on his…

It was going to be far from a memory.

“Me too…”

Changbin leaned in, Y/N leaned in, and this kiss between them was this brief flicker of the brightest sunlight. A whisper of heavy rain and flashing lightning and roaring thunder, and the instant bloom of the flowers that always came afterward. As Y/N pulled Changbin in and eased his tongue between Changbin’s teeth - almost as easily as it was whenever they were drunk on rum and early sunlight - he realized that this moment between them was always destined to happen, the end of their first world was only the beginning of another.

Their kiss was brief, momentary, but it was all they needed to realize what they had. It was still there in their hands, melting from fingertips, spilling down chests as Y/N brought his arms around Changbin’s neck ona reflex he never truly lost. All of them - every single piece of them that they thought they scattered in the places and people they left behind - was right here. It’s always been in the places they found themselves next.

They pulled back, and it felt as if they were hung on each other’s lips forever.

Changbin had his hands in the curves of Y/N’s neck, and his fingers rose up to take Y/N under his jaw. That subtle smile on Y/N’s lips and the way it glimmered under the warm amber lights seemingly spinning over them, Changbin missed it so much. He couldn’t believe that he ever made resolutions to never see it again, to see anything but beauty in all the light Y/N had between his teeth. Every kiss with Y/N sent Changbin’s head spinning - Y/N’s never lost his touch or the way it wandered, but even in the midst of his dizzying thoughts, Changbin scrambled to say something. He didn’t want this to end.

“Are you free tomorrow…? Maybe we can catch up over some coffee or whatnot?”

“Smooth as always, Binnie.” Y/N rolled his eyes with a giggle, leaning into Changbin’s hands and kissing his palm. He took one of his hands from Changbin’s shoulders to wrap his fingers around Changbin's, squeezing them gently with a widening smile that bordered on that knowing, sarcastic smirk that always bloomed and shone in the night. “That sounds great.”

“I haven’t lost my touch.” Changbin said that, but all he could think about was Y/N’s, and how his lips traced the lines of his palms as if he never forgot the ways Changbin signed their names along Y/N’s spine. How his grip, his clutches and the ways his fingers danced along Changin’s skin sent him reeling, left him senseless for what seemed like never long enough. “See you then?” Changbin reluctantly turned around, and Y/N reluctantly let go.

“See you.”

Changbin was almost out the door, empty-handed, until he was stopped by the ear-piercing shriek of his washing machine’s cry out. It was a shrill beep that marked the half-way point of his washer’s cycle.

Oh, right… The laundry.

Shuffling back into the room with a furious blush on his face, closing his eyes in sheer embarrassment as Y/N’s cackling swiftly flooded the room in its beautiful yet dreadful melody and ring, Changbin made his way back to where Y/N was.

“There there…” Y/N took Changbin in his arms, and just let him soak in the humiliation of yet another awkward goodbye to set atop their countless stacks of them. Frantic waves in the same direction, regular run-ins with corners of walls and posts of door frames as they lost themselves in each other’s eyes on the way out, any goodbye that was left unfinished they’ve already done and experienced and thought too long about. “I guess our awkward goodbyes were never far behind us.”

“We should’ve thought this through…” Changbin murmured into Y/N’s shoulder, still recovering from the trauma that just occurred, but he gathered himself and sat on the bench, looking up at Y/N.

“We never think things through, so this is pretty on brand for us.”

They chuckled at themselves and Y/N joined Changbin on the bench, finding his place right next to Changbin a lot easier than it ever seemed to be. Their laughter petered out, its faint sparks hovering in the air around them, carving into the walls like stars and settling between them. Their hands slowly inched toward each other, fingertips grazing, touching, settling atop each other. The beginning of the eclipsing of their touch after a world of light that seemed so off when their shadows weren’t there to dance in and carve into the sunset.

“Us…” Changbin’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the way he said it. ‘Us’... It sounded so rich, beautiful, gilded sunsets and warm smiles once lost to them. “That sounds nice, ‘us’...”

He knew he couldn’t hate anything of Y/N’s for long, that took too much work. And Y/N’s humour, his voice, his eyes, his skin, his face, the way he seemed to be framed so beautifully in all the clothes he wears, Changbin also knew he could never truly dislike anything of Y/N’s, get tired of any of these things - Y/N made it so difficult to fall out of love with all those little things.

It was only a matter of time until what they thought were their shattered worlds fell back in place, piece by piece.

“Yeah, us…”

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