#I’m not a tiny pebble anymore or 3 followers but I’m still a pebble I won’t have people to back me up so i feel I just got a big ass

[teklarn]

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katuski bakugou x gn!reader 

a/n : y’all this was gonna be for kirishima bc i love possessive kiri but like it works so well with bakugou. first part will be from third pov, following parts will be from second pov (reblogs are greatly appreciated !! <3)

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention. 

genre: uhh idk a lil bit teeny-weeny dash of angst i guess 

warnings: mild cursing, possessive bakugou, mutual pining, jealousy, aged-up to third year, possessive y/n, love triangle (square?), implied manga spoilers but not directly stated, tiny bitta tokage slander (sorry lol), slow burn romance (like SLOWWW SLOW BURN), lowkey enemies to lovers, like a lotta tension between bakugou and y/n 

word count: 3k

UNEDITED w/ minimal or no typos. i shoved it into grammarly’s ass and prayed for the best okay 

here’s pt 2 loves <3

- - - 

y/n was used to picking and their skin, irritated at the girls fawning over bakugou. they were always on the sidelines, watching from afar, jealousy warping their heart. could these stupid girls not see that bakugou didn’t even care for their attention? 

this time it was setsuna tokage who was begging for his eyes on her. y/n assumed it started in their first year when they’d been put against one another when the classes still had a clashing rivalry. (they still did, much more tame now, however.) 

she leaned forwards, tugging on his short sleeve. bakugou’s uniform jacket was slung over one shoulder. he’d lost a lot of his angry demeanor from when he was younger, however it was easy to tell when he was pissed. it was inevitable he wasn’t going to lose his temper entirely. 

it was easy to ignore the girls—most of the time, at least. what was ticking y/n off the most was the fact that bakugou didn’t seem pissed at all. his face was neutral, almost like the perfect mirror of todoroki on a daily basis. his eyes were not fired up in his usual ‘get the hell off of me’ manner. he was relaxed. 

it didn’t seem like he reciprocated tokage’s feelings, however he wasn’t doing anything to get her off him and it was pissing y/n off to no end. 

her sensuous lips were pushed into a slight pucker as she spoke, arching her back in a manner that made it appear much more provocative than she probably intended. 

bakugou stood there, eyes flicking from her grasp on his sleeve and back up to her eyes. he didn’t say anything, didn’t move, only kept looking her up and down. not in a romantic way, of course. right? 

y/n scoffed at themselves. they swallowed the lump in their throat, shoving down the pinging envy in their chest with it. why wasn’t he reacting? 

heat rushed to y/n’s cheeks. why do i care? 

tokage was nearing his face. she didn’t have any intent to press her lips to his, which y/n was more than glad for. 

y/n had come to the conclusion they had feelings for the explosive boy weeks ago. perhaps they always had, but now that they were fully conscious of them... gosh, it was frustrating. 

“you’re staring again.” 

y/n turned to see kirishima, the only other person who knew about their feelings for bakugou. he’d lost the twinkle in his eyes after first year. he’d picked up a dominating sneer and a withering glare reserved for anyone who desired to cross his friends. everyone at UA had after what went down. it was a shock most of them survived anything. 

“so?” y/n snapped, shoving their hands away and kicking a pebble before them. kirishima and y/n continued their walk through the courtyard. 

“so it makes you look creepy.” 

“no, it doesn’t. he didn’t even notice me.” 

kirishima snapped his fingers. “partially my point here. that’s bakugou katsuki, you really think he’s going to notice you?” 

“excuse me?” 

kirishima pursed his lips, twiddling his thumbs. “i didn’t mean it like that, y/n. it’s just...well, he has so much to work for.” 

y/n raised a brow, questioning his nervous antics. 

he continued. “bakugou works hard. probably the hardest worker in UA aside from midoriya. and it’s bakugou. he doesn’t really see a point in relationships. you know that.” 

“it’s not like i’m looking for anything with him, though. gosh, kirishima, you’re acting like this is some school girl crush.” 

he tilted his head, giving y/n a look that screamed, are you really sure it’s not though? 

y/n huffed out a breath, crossing their arms. they’d already vomited up their feelings, why all of a sudden call it a crush? sure, it was a tiny crush that was no larger than the brain of a dinosaur. 

“i can swear that it isn’t, kirishima. you’re looking too deep into things,” y/n defended once again. 

the red-head held his hands up in surrender, sucking his lips in to avoid another snarky comment slipping out. 

the two looked up at the towering building that had been home to them for the past three years: Heights Alliance. 

during their second year, the teachers had settled with having the dorms set up in a way that allowed the students’ rooms to be set up in a gender-neutral fashion. they’d been able to select new dorms beside whomever they wished. rooming next to kirishima was a blast, but the only person bakugou wanted to room next to was him. 

mina had moved in next to you, and kaminari to her right, and sero right across from y/n. 

y/n had no issue being squished between a group notorious for their goofiness and ability to never take anything seriously, however (especially on weekends) they were exceptionally loud to the point they were sure China could hear the blaring music. 

friday was finally going to be over in a few hours. y/n felt a giddiness well up inside them, anticipating the weekend. it’d been a rough few days, for everyone, not just them. 

class 1A had been bombarded with assignments and pop quizzes. y/n was lucky they finished it all in class. some of the homework was finished when they’d sacrificed their precious free time to get it done, but in the end, it was worth it all. 

y/n let their bag sag down their arms as they entered Heights Alliance. 

- 

bakugou had just been asked out on a date. for the third time. first time, he’d denied. second time, he had to shove tokage off him. third time, he’d calmly accepted her offer, and she’d skipped away with more than a smile. 

she’d squeezed his bicep, gave him a wink and an unnecessary peck on the cheek that bakugou had wiped off the moment she turned her back. he was now in his bathroom and, despite her not wearing any lipstick, he was scrubbing his cheek raw so that the skin was a blotchy red. 

the date was tonight, and he found himself wanting to go, and questioning why he accepted in the first place. 

bakugou forgot about tokage the second he won that match his first year and tossed her in the cage. he only noticed her when she and her group of friends giggled and passed by. (it was mostly her chortling, but whatever.) 

he continued rubbing his cheek aggressively with a scratchy towel. he was repulsed by how he had stood there without bothering to snap at her to leave him alone for the third time. 

instead, bakugou’s mind had buffered, and if he was in a video game, he had surely glitched. he should probably just tell tokage he didn’t want to go anymore. in fact, he never wanted to go in the first place and wants to jump out his window and escape. 

it was almost comedic. the thought of him going out on a date? goodness, he wanted to throw up. 

as he continued scrubbing the cloth along his cheek, bakugou found himself more than grateful for how much his quirk made him sweat. if it wasn’t for the nitroglycerin-like substance he produced, his skin would be scratched and dried up. 

a knock sounded at his door. silence came, until the knock found its way to his ears. a set of three knocks, then five, then it was a needy banging. 

whoever was on the other side heard his audible groan and shuffling feet dragging across the floor, because they knocked a lot harder. 

he swung the door open, hinges crying out. 

bakugou’s upper lip curled in disgust. tokage twirled her hair around a finger, eyelashes sticking together with mascara. “katsuki,’ she greeted. 

his eyes narrowed on her. “don’t call me that.” 

“what should I be calling you, then? baby? or honey?” 

oh yes, bakugou wanted to vomit. what even was her name again? whatever, it didn’t matter. “lizard teeth, listen. i-” 

“lizard teeth? why would you address me like that?” 

“because i don’t know your damn name, alright? i don’t-” 

“tokage. need me to spell it out for you?” 

“no. shut up. i need to-” 

“you should remember it, because i was one of the few who got in through recommendations, remember?” 

“and yet here you are in class 1B. can you shut the hell up now?” 

“well, you’re just being shitty.” 

“why are you here, tokage.” more of a demand than a question, as bakugou’s questions always came across if he ever bothered to ask them. 

“because, for our date tonight, I need to pick up some things and I really hope you’re up for coming with me.” 

“no.” 

“please?” 

“no. stop pushing. and I don’t want to-” 

“come on, grouchy.” tokage activated her quirk, one scale slipping into his dorm and pushing him towards her. she gripped the collar of his shirt and grinned. “come with me for a short bit, and I’ll count that as our date, m’kay?” 

bakugou opened his mouth once more to protest, but tokage silenced him by pressing one slender finger to his lips. 

“I’m fully aware you don’t want to go on this date with me.” 

he relaxed, shoulders slumping. if bakugou was younger, if he was even just a little bit more stubborn as he had been before, perhaps he’d be out of this mess already, or never in it in the first place. 

tokage let her hand fall back to her side—both of them. the scale returned to her lower calf; the jet-black leggings she wore now had a perfect hole in them.

“do you think i’m dense, bakugou?” 

“then why ask me out?” bakugou felt himself leaning back. 

“because if i can get under the skin of that stupid little...what do you like to call them? stupid little extras? yeah, that stupid extra who can’t stop fluttering googly-eyes at you every minute, then i’ll be perfectly content.” 

“who the hell are you talking about?” 

“alright, so you are oblivious.” tokage took a step back and crossed her arms. “are you both unaware of how you’ve both been pining for each other’s attention? y/n, that classmate of yours.” 

“...y/n?” 

“do you know their name or do i have to describe in excruciating detail what they look like?” 

“no, no i know who you’re talking about. but you’ve got to be shitting me, alright? there’s nothing there.” 

“i’m from 1B, and if there’s something going on in 1A, monoma is going to tell us.” 

“shithead, get out of my face.” 

“you still have to go out with me.” 

“why the f-” 

“because, bakugou. if you don’t, i’ll be sure to make sure y/n knows about your feelings, whether they’re real or not.” 

“why would they care? more importantly, why would you care?” 

- 

y/n kicked their feet up and down, a lollipop in their left hand, phone in their other. kirishima was in his bathroom while y/n was playing a game on their phone. they’d stashed away a bunch of candy back in their dorm and had snatched a handful for the two of them to share while hanging out in kirishima’s. 

he was currently combing a hand through his hair, and then proceeded to rummage through his cabinets. 

kirishima emerged with his lips puckered. “want to come to the  drug mart with me?” he stuck a thumb to his door. 

“what for?” y/n didn’t take a glance away from their phone. 

“this.” he chuckled softly. when y/n looked up, kirishima had two fingers parting his hair. the roots were a jet black, just growing long enough to become the slightest bit visible. 

“you’re going to fry your hair.” they were already shoving their phone away and tossing their sucker into the trash bin. 

“it’s a monthly tradition to do this, y/n. it would be fried by now if i was bad at it,” he joked, tapping his roots once more. 

y/n laughed alongside him as they exited the room. 

-

it was late, and the lights made everything feel like it was set in a world of backrooms. when the rest of the world is sleeping, it is more than quiet, and nothing feels real―possibly in the best ways. 

kirishima scratched at his chin, staring intensely at the hair-dye boxes lined neatly on the shelf before them. 

y/n tapped their foot, not out of impatience, but because of the creep staring at them through the aisle. yes, through. 

between the boxes of hair dye and scattered makeup products, the beady eyes of setsuna tokage could be seen. she smirked when she tugged her hostage closer. 

bakugou’s height had shot up to around six feet in the past two years, so all that was visible was his chest and the black sweatshirt loosely hanging off it, however his grumbling and stream of colorful language was unmistakable. it was him. 

“you okay?” 

y/n’s head snapped to their friend. “what?” 

“you seem on edge. is something wrong?” 

“nothing. nothing is wrong.” 

“you sure? if you need to talk, i’m here.” 

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay. don’t worry.” 

“alright.” kirishima held up a box, wiggling it in one hand. “got it.” he gave y/n a toothy grin. 

“good.” y/n snatched his arm up and dragged him along. 

“woah,” kirishima released a breathy chuckle, tugging his arm back. “what’s got you in a hurry?” 

“nothing,” y/n said, shrugging. “just wanna get home.” 

gosh, kirishima knew them too well. his eyes squinted just a bit, and there was that playful grin lingering on his lips, just ghosting over his face, barely visible to anyone who didn’t know him. instead of pointing out the obvious, which was standing just a few aisles behind, kirishima decided to play around. “goodness, honey, the kids are going to be fine back home.” 

heat raced to y/n’s face. “what?” 

kirishima winked. “it’s nice that you care about them, but care about me a little, would’ya? i miss you, too,” he said a tad louder. 

this caught bakugou’s attention. his eyes clashed with y/n’s, and he didn’t look away until y/n did. even a few seconds after, y/n still felt the blaring heat of his gaze upon them.

kirishima slung an arm around his friend, enjoying their flustered image. of course, he would never even think about pushing boundaries. the thought never crossed his mind, but he knew they’d let him know if they were uncomfortable. 

when y/n looked back as kirishima led them away, bakugou’s jaw was clenched, and his eyes were alight with jealousy. 

of course, y/n didn’t notice the emotion flaring. 

tokage smirked, clutching his loose sleeve. 

y/n looked back to their friend, and kirishima flashed them another knowing smile. bakugou was getting antsy with his best friends’ hands all over y/n. well, not all over, but a tap on the shoulder was enough. 

despite the way kirishima’s face dropped, y/n swiped his arm away and wandered over to tokage a bit more angrily than intended. they glanced up to bakugou, who was reaching up to retrieve something for tokage. 

“what brings you guys here? didn’t expect to see you.” inside, y/n was screaming. gosh, their heart was angry. 

“just running errands together.” 

bakugou? going for errands? with tokage? 

“cool, cool,” y/n said, nodding. “i was doing the same with kirishima.” they paused, awkward silence filling the space. 

impatient as ever, bakugou tossed the item into tokage’s basket and clicked his tongue. 

y/n didn’t know why. why were they being so stubborn? despite their protesting thoughts and their entire body screaming to hold back, y/n wrapped their fingers around bakugou’s wrist. 

“actually, bakugou, i have something to ask you. i need your opinion on it. you’re smart, right?” y/n’s voice lifted at the end. although they couldn’t see the, what the hell are you doing face kirishima was making behind them as subtly as possible, they could definitely feel the glare burning into their back. 

“tch, of course i’m smart, shithead.” 

“good.” 

“we’re actually kind of in a rush,” tokage spat out, snappier than usual. 

“do you think i fight okay? i need someone  with a perspective like yours to know if i do.” 

“what kind of question is that, dumbass? i don’t care if you can fight well or not, just so long as i can beat the shit outta ya.” 

tokage let out a low growl. 

y/n smirked, hand still around bakugou’s wrist. “i’d like to know if i can beat you, then, so you can tell me if i’m good or not.” 

ohgoshohgoshohgosh where was this coming from? 

bakugou squinted. he leaned in closer, like he didn’t hear them. “speak up.” 

y/n knew he heard them correctly, but he got awfully close. 

feeling a little sneaky themselves, y/n ghosted their fingers over his strong jaw, tilting his head closer so they could speak clearly into his ear. “let’s train together,” y/n said, staring tokage dead in the eyes. 

it was a stupid rivalry, really. they’d both been accepted through recommendations. they’d been friends all throughout middle school, and yet when y/n made it into 1A, tokage felt it a necessity to excel at everything and rub it in their face. no way was y/n letting them get away with this. 

“i want to see how strong i am.” y/n let their voice drop just a bit. “you’re strong, right?” 

“are you taunting me?” bakugou said, voice nearly a whisper. he still hadn’t moved from leaning down and hadn’t bothered to move y/n’s fingertips from his jaw. 

“absolutely not.” y/n sent a small grin in the direction of their rival. “let’s just see who can beat who. we’ve never been against one another like this.” 

tokage huffed, tugging bakugou back. his eyes were softened when they met y/n’s, and there was simmering, small grin on his face. 

tokage, however, looked less intrigued. “he’s not your boyfriend.” 

y/n shrugged, already backing away. they spread their arms in a mockery of surrender. “he’s not yours, either.” 

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[angeliise]

Day 1- The Beginning of Us

If you had told me this was the beginning of the end, I would have believed you. 

If you had told me that this was the beginning of us, I wouldn’t believe you. 

I didn’t want to believe you. I didn’t want to believe you because… it would mean that I could have my happy ending. 

And I couldn’t believe that. 

He had done it. He knew that Itachi’s corpse was slowly withering away next to him, but that’s all he saw before his own eyelids shut down. He couldn’t say he was happy. But he wasn’t sad either. If this was the end, then so be it. Let it be the end of the Uchiha Clan. He had avenged his Clan, his parents… and yet… he hadn’t done anything for himself. 

He had avenged the Uchiha in him. But he was Sasuke. His name was Sasuke. Tsk, why did he stress over that? 

Because your name is Sasuke, right? 

Hn. He was going to die here, anyway. This was the end. And he was okay with it. At least he was far away from Hinata. He knew… Sasuke knew that if Hinata had any chance of reaching him she could abandon all else just for him. That was who she was. That was what he knew her for…

That was what he loved her for. 

And he was happy that he, at least, wasn’t going to get in her way anymore and worry her endlessly. 

Hinata… And to think he was going to die, knowing that his name was worth something outside of being an Uchiha. 

____________

~ 9 years ago

Sasuke fiddled with a pebble in his hand. He was sitting at his usual spot by the river stream in Konoha. 

“Uchiha Sasuke. Got nothing but his clan’s name going for him”

“The lone survivor of the Uchiha Clan.” 

“An Uchiha, huh? Tsk, he’s probably full of it.” 

“Uchiha… Sasuke?”“Uchiha Sasuke?! He’s so cute! Everyone knows who Sasuke is, he’s an Uchiha, afterall!” 

“Uchiha”

“Uchiha” 

“Uchiha”

He was nothing but a name to them. A name that wasn’t even his. A name that didn’t speak for who Sasuke really was. A name that- Sasuke vehemently shook his head. He was a proud member of the Uchiha Clan. Being a part of the Uchiha Clan was one of the highest honors any shinobi could ask for. And he was one. The Uchiha’s were revered as being one of the most powerful Clans. Their Kekkai Genkei, Clan secrets, clan techniques were all highly sought after by enemies. He was going to restore the pride of the Uchiha Clan, and remind everyone that the Uchihas continue to be a fearful force to be reckoned with!

*Quak, quak, quak* 

Sasuke launched the pebble into the river stream, scaring the ducks away. Tsk, there shouldn’t be any ducks in this snowy weather. He sat down, knees against his chest. 

Sasuke! I’m going to defeat you, dattebayo!

“Sasuke-kun! Erm… I… You know, I… I lo-”

“Sasuke-kun, well done. I expected nothing less from a member of the Uchiha Clan” 

He was nothing but his Clan’s representation for them. His name, his being, his existence was nothing if it weren’t for his Clan’s name. If it weren’t Uchiha, it was (Uchiha) Sasuke. Never Sasuke. 

“You’re nothing but a Hyuuga snob!” 

Huh? Sasuke turned his head in the direction of the voice. Out of curiosity, he followed the cries of a girl in the name direction.

“Look at those eyes! They are so creepy!” One said. 

Sasuke was hiding behind a tree. He peeped his head and spotted 3 boys surrounding a girl on the floor. As he squeezed his eyes to get a better look of her another one spoke.

“I know, right?! Who do the Hyuugas think they are? Parading Konoha as this prestigious clan when they look like this?!” 

“T-That’s not- Ah!” A palm flew across her cheek. 

“Shut up! You are no better than the Uchiha Clan.” 

….

“Yeah, good riddance to that Clan. They were nothing but a bunch of snobs!” 

“Yeah, your clan should be next.”

“N-Next?” 

The boy closed in on her. Hinata crawled away until she came to a stop thanks to the third boy. 

The boy in front of her threw a malicious grin her way. “To be massacred!” 

Ha ha ha!!

“H-How could you say such-” - “Haaa?! Didn’t I tell you to shut up!-” 

BANG..

BAM.

BASH! 

BANG!! 

BANG!!! 

BANG!!!! 

BANG!!!!!

She heard the blows. She heard the fists connect. But she felt nothing. All she felt was an overwhelming presence standing before her. When she opened her eyelids, the first thing she saw was a fan. A fan was all she got to see before the figure poofed in thin air. 

“Was that?...” Hinata looked to both of her sides, but nothing. She stood. Looking behind her, and then in front. 

He wasn’t there. She wanted to thank him. Had it not been for him, she would have been… again. Although premature, she raised her finger to her face. 

Byakugan!

Hinata couldn’t explain this desire to thank him. He had just saved her and  she was indebted to him. They would find all types of ways to isolate her and- found him! 

She ran, ran, and ran some more. The closer she got, the more desperate she became. She had heard from her mother about the Uchiha massacre. Though she never spoke to Sasuke, she never saw him hanging with anyone. He left as quickly as he came. He kept to himself during classes, lunch, break, activities - everything. No one, even his pursuers, knew anything about him. All they knew about him was that he was an Uchiha. All the things they said about him were nothing but a false image that his clan pushed to the public. His intelligence, his skills, his demeanour. None of what they said described the boy underneath the ‘Uchiha’ label. 

To be massacred!

[...] good riddance to that Clan.

They were nothing but a bunch of snobs!

As if she wanted to shut her ears out, Hinata’s eyelids dropped. Such cruelty. And to think Sasuke heard that. A part of her couldn’t help but blame herself for this. She… she wanted to apologise. She wanted to thank him and apologise. She- “Sasuke-ku-!” 

*Thumb* 

Despite the throbbing pain in her knee, and the cold snow singing her face with cold, she scrambled to push herself up. In the moment she raised her head, she saw obsidian eyes staring into hers -- there was nothing. “E-Erm… I’m-”

“Go away.” 

She blinked. “Eh?” 

“If you thought I saved you, then think again. Now, go away.” He turned his heel and took a step forward. 

“W-Wait. I wanted to-”

In an abrasive, yet throbbing tone, he yelled. “Go home!” 

“S-Sasuke-kun-” 

“I said!” Sasuke said. With the twist of a heel, the spin of a body and… rain. Sasuke screamed. 

“Leave!” 

It had started to rain. Despite his insistence on her leaving. Despite the aggressiveness, sternness and furiness behind his tone. Despite the frown on his face. Despite every single body part that said otherwise, his eyes did not lie. His eyes were wavering, shaking, and defeated. 

Hinata stood. 

Clank

Clank

Clank

Clank 

Clank

“But,” she raised her hand and slid her finger from his chin up to his eyes, “you are crying.” 

In a jittery tone, Sasuke uttered a silent ‘huh?’ 

Hinata wiped another tear from his cheek, and then another one. She didn’t stop until the tears were no more and his face dried with the remnant teardrops. A tiny whimper escaped her petite lips, and before she knew it, her cheeks felt the imminent streams of water flow down. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered in a low cry. Her fingers were still rubbing his cheeks clean of nothing. 

___________________

That had been the beginning. 

___________________

~ 6 years ago

At a faraway grassfield, lay an upset Sasuke. Yet another fight with Naruto. Yet another headache from his fangirls.. Yet another day has passed and he wasn’t one step closer to the power thanks to his useless sensei, Iruka. There was no one Sasuke could rely on. No one that wouldn’t run him off with their… way of being! No one. Not even -- No, especially that girl. 

She would always sit a row behind him, stand close to him during lineups, and volunteer to be his sparring partner when the fangirls weren’t looking. And when she wasn’t chosen, she had that look of concern. Why she would go through all this trouble is beyond him. 

Since that winter day, she wouldn’t leave him alone. No matter how many times he had told her to leave, she would just stand there with that look. A look that he couldn’t read no matter how hard he tried. He knew she was always somewhere lurking, and he couldn’t understand why. He never did anything for her. Nothing! 

Who is this ‘she’? Sasuke didn’t know himself. He never bothered remembering her name. Why would  he want to remember her name, anyway? She’s a nobody. She’s nothing to him. She’s a Hyuuga-- Hinata--. She’s weak. She cries too much. She’s, she’s, she’s-!

“Oi, Hinata! Why are you standing over there?” 

“E-Eh?” 

~ Moments later 

An exacerbated sigh escaped Sasuke’s lips as he felt every nerve in his body relax- 

“Sasuke-kun, well done. I expected nothing less from a member of the Uchiha Clan” 

Or not. 

“Hinata,” he started.

“What does my name mean to you?” Hinata finished. 

Sasuke threw a sharp look her way. 

A tiny smile arose on Hinata’s face. “You always ask this question when you are upset, Sasuke-kun.” 

One thing he couldn’t stand about Hinata was the simple fact that she knew him well. A little too well. He was angry, or so he thought he was. Actually, he couldn’t be angry. He had never gotten angry at her. He couldn’t get angry at her. No matter how much he tried. She was no different from the fangirls with all the stalking, so why would he open his doors to her? Why was she the only person he could- he didn’t want to finish that sentence.

“Hmph! That wasn’t what I was going to ask.” 

Hinata giggled, bringing her knees to her chest. She closed her eyes, lamenting on the day he saved her from the bullies. Ever since then Hinata has tried to find a way to owe him the favour. But she didn’t know how to… is what she kept telling herself for years. She knew how to owe him back. She could buy him a month's worth of tomatoes. She could cook him all his favorite treats. She could do so much for him, but what she wanted to do- what she wanted to be for him- was a person he could shoulder his burden on. 

Why? Her shoulders shrugged. She didn’t-- her eyes fell on Sasuke whose eyes were closed. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt her cheeks heating up. 

Hinata’s head fell a tad bit. Who was she kidding? How was she any different from the fangirls that pursued his every move. She was no different from them. She would say she was worse than them because of how persistent she was, but… how couldn’t she think she was different when he--

“You’re blushing again.” 

-- when he is this way! Unlike the others, he would let her stay by his side. Unlike the others, he would let her talk to her and actually listen to what she has to say. She never did anything for him. She has yet to thank him for-- wait! She never even thanked him for saving her that day! She-

“But really,” Sasuke said, sitting up.

“H-huh?” 

This time Sasuke locked his eyes with hers. “What does my name mean to you?” 

“Your name… means a lot to me.” She smiled. Sasuke was taken aback. 

“You saved me. But that’s not the only reason. That day… the day you cried.” Sasuke winced, tightening his fist. “I just couldn’t leave you alone-”

“Why?!” He lashed out. “Everybody is the same, after all! Everybody sees me as nothing more than an Uchiha who needs coddling!” He looked down at Hinata who was getting up herself. 

She closed the distance between them in seconds. He watched as she raised her finger to his cheeks, making her way up to his teary eye. 

“That’s not true.” She whispered. 

“You are no better than the Uchiha Clan.” 

She wiped another tear as another fell. “That’s not true..!.” 

“Yeah, good riddance to that Clan.”

The words were sharp yet voluptuous. More tears kept falling and vision became blurry. “That’s not-!” 

“Hinata.” She felt a warm hand upon hers. “That’s enough.” 

“B-But. What they said was mean!” 

“That’s-

“No!” She shook her head. “I… I… I’m so happy I got to meet you in this lifetime!” 

…..in this lifetime...

….this lifetime…!

….lifetime!

________________________

“Lifetime, huh?...”

_________________________

~ 3 years ago 

The night was particularly quiet. But that figures because Sasuke was about to leave her-- Konoha. He was about to leave Konoha. 

The note he held in his hand would do the job, he thought. It didn’t need more. She would understand. Hinata would- 

I’m so happy I got to meet you in this lifetime!

The sleeping princess in front of him was glowing in the moonlight. He knew he owed no one an explanation. He knew that he had to do this. He knew that he couldn’t- Sasuke knelt down and took his time to take in every last detail he could. This would be his last time. This would be the last time he would get to be this close to her. He drew her hair strands away from her face. The knuckles that caressed her cheeks as he did so felt warm against them. 

Hinata. The only one who seemingly cared about Sasuke as a person. The only person who saw him for who he was. Someone that even he didn’t know. This was going to be the last. He gave her small hand with the note a tiny squeeze before standing up. 

“Thank you,” he said as he turned around, “Hinata.” 

________________________

Sasuke couldn’t feel anything around him. Not the concrete his back was leaning against. Not the blood dripping from his forehead, not the pouring raindrops on his skin, nothing. He couldn’t hear any of the outside world. That is what he said against the warm source around his chest.

“-uke-kun!” 

He wasn’t supposed to feel anything with his chakra levels being so low, so why? 

“Sas… kun!”

Why was she here?! 

“Sasuke-kun! Stay with me!”

Why?! He felt the droplets of rain tip against his eyelashes. That damn Hyuuga! He didn’t want to. He didn’t care! He didn’t want to see that face. He had resigned to a void of eternal darkness as his final moment. So, why? Why did his eyes flutter open to find a concerned Hinata desperately wording his name in tears? 

It hurts everywhere. 

“Sasuke-kun, stay with me!” 

Why? Why are you crying? Why do you always do this for me? Did she not read the note? Did the note slip away? Why? Why, why, why?! 

Her eyes hadn’t changed. That same look that she used to give him for years. That look that he couldn’t read in all those years. Why, what were those eyes that were tearing huge drops of water telling him? 

“Hinata… why?” 

“Why?” She repeated with her shoulders trembling. “Because,” she locked her eyes with his, “because…” she bit her lower lip. “Because I love you!” 

Despite his weakening body, Sasuke felt a heavy pump in his heart. 

“Sasuke-kun, you’re mean. What was that note? ‘Don’t come for me’? Why wouldn’t I come for you? When you let me into your world, I promised myself that I wouldn’t be a burden to you! That I wouldn’t make you regret it and yet… you left. I… I…!” 

Sasuke pushed through the aching pain in his arm to reach for cheeks. He wiped as many tears as he could in the moment that was filled with Hinata’s low whimpers. “That’s enough.”

“No, it’s not- I! I-” Her words were cut short by the sudden push she felt from behind her head, and before she knew it her face was pressed against his chest. 

“Thank you.” 

“Eh?...” 

“Thank you.” 

Hinata felt another set of tears stream down her cheeks. She gently wrapped her arms around Sasuke’s back. She began the healing process again. “D-Don’t die, Sasuke-kun. Please… don’t die.” 

He stroked her head. “Hinata...” 

Hinata raised her head to find- a tear from above dropped to her cheek. 

“Thank you.” 

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[chokemeanakin]

Bad Dream- Anakin Skywalker x gn Reader (angst + fluff)

Summary: Reader has a bad dream during a thunderstorm and goes to Anakin for help

WC: 2.2k

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Reader it in ao3

You had fallen asleep to the distant grumbling of the sky. Weather reports had all pointed to a storm during the night, and although you were not afraid of thunder, you were inclined to sleep through it so you could catch up on some much needed rest. Unfortunately, your subconscious had other plans.

You’re not sure when the tossing and turning started, but it must have been around the same time your head was filled with disturbing images, dark scenarios, dreams that made your pulse race and your body break out into a cold sweat. It was one of those dreams where you felt like you were drowning in a box with no way out, running from something when your legs refused to move, trying to save someone but they were just out of reach. 

A deafening clap of thunder had you shooting upright in bed.

It took you a moment to realize where you were. The room was dark, the surroundings of your room illuminated in flickers as lightning flashed across the sky outside. Thick pellets of rain hammered against the windows, like millions of tiny pebbles attempting to break through the glass. 

While normally it would have calmed you, now it heightened your unease. The whole world seemed to groan in rage outside, and you were still desperately trying to pull yourself out of the frightening dream you just had. 

You were no stranger to nightmares-- you knew how to ground yourself after the particularly bad ones. But your fingers were too numb from gripping the bed sheets to feel anything else, your eyes unable to pick anything up but the eerie shadows in the corner of the room as irregular veins of lightning struck the ground, ears deafened by the rain and rumbling of the storm. Your head felt like it had been doused in lava, heart pounding in your chest. You were trapped, being swallowed up by darkness, falling back into that dream, back into that nightmare--

Another clap of thunder had the wall decorations shaking and you shooting to your feet, heading toward the door. You weren’t sure where you were planning on going, just that you had to get out of there before you suffocated for real. Peals of thunder followed you into the living area, unrelenting and loud enough to make your ears ring. The glass decorations on the windowsill rattled with tension, bright white flashes causing spots to form in your vision. You could barely hear yourself think, and a very real fear that the sky was actually opening up and falling down had you bolting for your door, heading across the hall of the Jedi temple to Anakin’s room.

You wandered through his living space on unsteady legs, falling into furniture and tripping over chairs in the dark. With each explosion of thunder, you sunk deeper into yourself, hugging your arms around your middle and bracing for impact. His door was cracked open an inch, and you nudged it open wider so that you could slip into the room.

You weren’t even sure he would be in here. He often worked late into the night, running around the temple halls, working on his starfighter, or deployed on a mission. If worse came to worse, you were just planning on sleeping in his sheets like you did when you missed him… except when you approached the bed, he was in it, and he was fast asleep.

You studied his face between flashes of light. He looked peaceful, face relaxed and breathing even. How he could sleep through a monstrosity of a storm like this, you would never know… especially since he usually wasn’t a very deep sleeper. He must have been beyond exhausted after his Jedi duties today if he wasn’t waking up, especially sensing your troubled presence nearby, and it only made you feel worse for disturbing his rest. But before you could work up the courage to leave, his eyebrows twitched, lips twisting into a frown before his eyes fluttered open. 

Upon seeing you, he pushed himself up onto his forearms, blanket slipping down to reveal his bare chest. He squinted at you, still very much half asleep but reaching to take your hand in his anway. 

“Wh’s wrong?” 

You suddenly felt very childish. How were you supposed to complain of a nightmare to Anakin Skywalker, the literal king of terrifying prophetic dreams? What would he think of you if he knew you had come running to him because a simple thunderstorm had spooked you? What was he even supposed to do about it anyway?

Your hesitance worried him, so he reached out with the force to gage your emotions. Scared, uneasy, disturbed-- but not so much of the furious storm overhead, but of something else, something deeper. You had been shaken to the core, tormented by something that left your mind restless and body quivering in his touch. He had had enough experience to know exactly what was going on.

“Bad dream?”

You ducked your head to study your bare feet, ashamed. “The thunder doesn’t help.”

“C’mere,” he scoot across the bed, peeling back the covers for you to get in. You crawled into his bed clumsily, collapsing onto the pillows as he tucked them back up over you. The rain was still pounding mercilessly into the windows, the sky waging armageddon, but the pillows smelled like Anakin and he was right next to you, a formidable, calming presence despite the warzone outside. 

He immediately gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest and resting his cheek on top of your head. You breathed in his scent, basking in his warmth. All of the fear and worries from the storm outside seemed to melt away. All that was left was the incessant reminders of your disturbing dream, replaying in your mind as if on a tape-reel. Every time you tried to close your eyes, to relax fully into Anakin and let him just hold you in his strong arms, the images would come back. It had you pent up with frustration, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep like Anakin seemed to be doing again, but you just couldn’t. You were too afraid that you might slip back into that dark place, and have to relive what had plagued your mind before.

You felt Anakin’s head lift off yours. He studied you for a moment, eyebrows drawn down in concern.

“Alright, come with me. We’re going on an adventure.”

You watched Anakin unwrap himself around you and then get out of bed, waiting for you to do the same. Slowly, you pushed yourself back onto your feet, taking the hand he held out for you and letting him lead you into the kitchen. He motioned for you to sit at one of the chairs of the island, and then left you there to reach into the cupboard and retrieve a couple of mugs. 

“Tea? Tea is your idea of an adventure?” You teased, spinning slightly on the spinny chair.

“When it’s 3am the roof is about to cave in because of a storm, yes. It’s an adventure.” 

He flicked the oven on and a flame burst out of the stovetop. He placed the tea kettle on top, then lazily waved his hand in the air to call the teabags over to him. Then he leant his forearms against the counter, bowing his head and yawning as he waited for the water to heat up.

You felt terrible for keeping him awake.

“I can make the tea,” you offered, and he lifted his head to raise an eyebrow at you. “So you can go back to bed, I mean.”

A sudden boom of thunder clapped overhead, shaking the walls and causing you to flinch involuntarily. He looked at the ceiling as this happened, listening to the aching sky grumble an apology for the attack. 

“And sleep through a storm like this? Now that’d be a shame.” 

You knew he was only saying this for your sake, and you loved him for it. Still, it didn’t ease the guilt you felt as you watched him take the whistling kettle off the flame, pouring it into the mugs with one hand while rubbing his eye with the other. 

“Don’t feel guilty, my love. I’m more than willing to stay up with you if you can’t sleep.”

“You must be exhausted though,” you accepted the mug he held out for you. 

“I’m alright.”

You pouted. The temple shuddered with another round of explosive claps of thunder, lightning flickering through the blinds. Suddenly the low hum of the space heaters went silent, and a foreboding click sounded as everything shut down. 

“Did the power just go out?” You eyed the blank screen of the microwave, where it used to show the time.

“Good timing,” he handed you honey for your tea. “Don’t worry, it should be back on by morning. The temple maintenance workers are more than prepared for stuff like this.”

“I’m not worried… just surprised. It’s a very violent storm, isn’t it?” 

He nodded, thumbing the rim of his mug. His deep breaths, the slow blinks, the slurred words. He was about to fall asleep standing up, and you’d be damned if you didn’t do something about it.

“Let’s go to the couch,” you suggested, and pushed yourself off the spinny chair. He followed you into the living area, sitting next to you as you curled up into his side again, hugging the mug between your hands and letting the steam melt across your face. Instinctively, he put his arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked after a moment, staring out the rain-spattered window at the blurry city lights below. “Your dream I mean?”

“I… can’t really remember it anymore,” you answered truthfully. The longer you stayed awake, the more the dream slipped from your memory. A blessing, only tainted by the feelings it left in its wake. The fear and dread remained, though the dream in itself was gone. 

“It bothers you still.” 

“Only a little,” you took a sip of your tea. “But this is nice.”

Lightning shot across the sky, reaching its hands out like it was searching for something across the horizon. More tendrils branched out in every direction, crawling across the skyline and illuminating the room in a pale blue light. You counted the seconds until the thunder hit: 1...2...3… 

“Storm’s right overhead,” Anakin noted, thumb stroking the skin of your arm.

“It better not kill us.”

“I won’t let it kill you,” he chuckled deeply. 

“You won’t let it?” You pulled back to look at him. “I hate to break it to you, but I think Mother Nature does what she wants.” 

“You forget, I control an important part of nature.” 

Your mug lifted from your fingers suddenly, floating into his hand instead. He took a sip of your tea, winking lazily. 

“Hey,” you laughed, reaching for your mug as he held it over his head with a teasing smile. You were too tired to fight him for it though, so you rolled your eyes with mock exasperation, holding his chin steady so you could kiss him instead. 

His lips were pliant beneath yours, and tasted sweet like the honey. You licked the taste off of them, and his arm lowered without him realizing it so he could focus on the feel of you. You took the opportunity to grab your mug back, pulling away before he could realize what you’d done.

“Dirty tactic,” he mused. “I’d even go as far as to say… cheater.”

“Yeah, yeah, like you don’t use your fancy Jedi tricks to peek at my deck every time we play cards.” 

“You have no proof.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” you finish your tea, setting it down on the coffee table before you and nuzzling your head back into Anakin’s neck. “So it’s only fair that you cut me some slack.” 

“Just this once,” he appeased, tilting his head so that it was resting on yours again.

You felt much better now than you had before. As the storm came to a head, Anakin held you through it. It was impossible to be frightened of the loud noises and sinister peals of lightning when he was holding you. The sluggish funk that the nightmare had left you with also faded away, and all that was left was the scent of Anakin, the feel of his warm skin beneath your cheek, and the taste of him on your lips. Before long, you had nodded off on his shoulder. 

He stayed awake until he was certain you were sleep, watching the raindrops race each other down the window pane. Shortly after the space heaters powered back to life, he turned his head to see your eyes closed, lips slightly parted, fast asleep against him. Carefully, he shifted you into his arms so that he could carry you back to bed without you waking.

Although he was beyond the point of exhaustion, he slept better than ever that night knowing you were beside him, safe in his embrace and contentedly resting now that your fears had been washed away. A few hours of missed sleep was worth it if it meant making sure you would be okay, and he knew that you would do the same for him without a doubt.

#did i really just write shirtless ani and NOT mention his abs??? #shit i guess there is something wrong with me #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin fic #star wars fic #anakin fluff #anakin angst #anakin skywalker

[fluffi]

my little dirt ball. | hueningkai

pairing: hueningkai x reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers!au, hauntedhouse!au

word count: 9k

author’s note: wow...my first published fic and its 9k words...i don’t really know what to think of this, but I hope everyone likes it!

warnings: vague descriptions of things in haunted houses, y/n being an oblivious idiot

others: this is part of a halloween group collab. You can see everyone else’s works here! this also is in correlation to an upcoming yeonjun fic i have planned (see bonus)!

special thanks: @/spookybias for literally taking 30 min of her time to help me get the entire fic in order and @/yeonjuncore as inspiration for the correlation fic thingy (see her hueningkai and soobin halloween fic).

October 31, 2020 | 6.38am

You were unable to fall asleep. Tossing, turning, and sitting up ever so often in a sweaty mess. You would walk over to the thermostat, turn it down, only for you to wake up shivering. Then the cycle would repeat, so you never ended up actually sleeping.

While squirming in bed, you heard loud thumps emitting from your bedside window. What the heck? It wasn’t raining, you were sure of it, since you couldn’t hear water leaking in your bathroom. Just then, your phone rang. You groggily sat up and pressed the green answer button, without bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Wake up, loser. Did you forget that it’s October 31? Halloween?”

Right. That was what I forgot. You were so busy doing projects and finishing assignments in school that you forgot your yearly tradition with your Halloween-enthusiast best friend, Kai. He was probably very annoyed at your lack of attendance, but you were tired. Maybe the tradition could wait till next year.

You groaned. “Sorry, sorry. I know we’re supposed to meet at the park like we do every year, at 6am. But Dude, I’m so tired. Can we postpone this meetup? I have 3 more English projects that I have to finish, and I can’t seem to fall asleep tonight.”

“Perfect! Since you can’t sleep, we’re meeting. Dress up and sneak out, like last year, and every other year before that. You don’t have to walk to the park. I’m outside your house right now, throwing these really nice pebbles at your window. By the way, these pebbles are nice. They’re like, really freaking shiny. Where’d your mom get them fro-“

You accidentally ended the call, cutting him off. To be fair, you weren’t expecting him to blabber about stupid walmart pebbles for such a long time.

Sometimes you wondered why you were friends with Kai, and then you remembered that it was because you liked him. A lot. You liked him way too much. Kai was always stuck in your brain. Every thought you had when you were alone was about him, and almost every thought you had when you were with him, well, you couldn’t even think straight when you were around Kai. But he didn’t need to know that. He was just that popular cute boy, living his best life surrounded by drop-dead gorgeous girls who would do just about anything to be with him. They were ten times prettier than you, surely he wouldn’t settle for a girl like Y/N L/N.

You pulled yourself out of your pity puddle when you remembered that Kai was waiting for you outside. The boy you were probably in love with, who might break your window if you don’t hurry up and meet him right now. You swear, if you hear the tapping of rocks at your window one more time...

You sat up, opened your window, and screamed, “Kai Kamal Huening, I swear, if you do not stop right now, I will drag your as-“

7.02am

“Hey, random question. Why does this tradition have to be exactly the same every year? Why does it matter if I meet you at 6am? What if I meet you at 6.10am? In that case, will you stop being friends with me?” You teased, trudging alongside Kai on a rugged concrete path.

Kai sighed, tilting his head to look at you with his beautiful, brown eyes. “It matters because it takes 15 minutes to walk from your neighborhood’s park to Mr. Roger’s pumpkin patch, and he opens at 6.20am exactly, every single Halloween. If you get to the park at 6.10am, we’ll reach his pumpkin patch at 6.30am. By then, all the competitive mothers who want their child to have the best pumpkin will have taken all the round, orange, hard-enough-to-carve-but-not-so-hard-that-carving-becomes-a-chore kind of pumpkins, and we’ll be stuck with the oblong shaped, ugly pumpkins.”

“Then why aren’t we running? At this rate, we will only get rotten mushy pumpkins.”

“We aren’t running because you have tiny legs and we won’t make it that far before you get tired. I don’t want you to get hurt, shortie.” Kai teased, sticking out his tongue while leaning over you in an attempt to intimidate you.

At this point, he was only a few inches away from you, and the both of you were so close that you could peck his lips. As much as you wanted to, you resisted the urge to lean closer towards him and instead laughed nervously as he smiled at you. This action only made your heart beat faster. It didn’t help that he just said that he cared about you, and despite the statement being so lighthearted, it warmed your heart to know that he prioritized your well-being over pumpkins.

Your heart was thumping faster and faster, and you were turning into an embarrassed mess. Cheeks hot and red, eyes darting everywhere. Come to think of it, that plant behind Kai looks interesting, how come you’ve never seen it before?

The awkward tension was getting quite unbearable at this point, and you couldn’t take it anymore. “I-uh...we…um….uh...race you to the pumpkin patch! Yeah..uh..let's go!” You nervously muttered, trying to sound confident. You immediately ran opposite the direction of where the both of you were supposed to go.

“Y/N! The pumpkin patch is this way!” Kai confusedly shouted. “You’ve been to the pumpkin patch multiple times! Where are you even going?”

You were getting out of breath, but you would only stop running once you were out of Kai’s sight. “Uh...I’ll take the longer route! Yeah...I’ll meet you there...uh...don’t follow me!” You turned around and started running backwards, so you could see if Kai would start following you.

“Y/N! Stop running, wait! No! Look behind you!”

The last thing you saw was Kai’s figure running towards you before your head hit the ground with a loud thud.

7.46am

“Ugh, what do you want? Why did you wake me up? And why is Y/N sleeping in your arms?”

Kai was at Beomgyu’s house, holding your unconscious self bridal-style in his arms. You had tripped over a brick ledge all because your idiotic self was too panicked with the thought of kai finding out that you liked him.

Kai sighed, “Look hyung, I’m sorry if this is a huge hassle, or that I may be disturbing your 8-hour beauty sleep, but Y/N fell down, and she isn’t asleep. I think she got knocked out.”

Beomgyu started frantically waving his hands and shouting incoherently. “Oh my gosh, are you serious? If she’s knocked out, we have to go to the hospital! We have to call 911! What if she doesn’t wake up?? Kai, why did you bring her here, this isn’t my problem! Oh my goodness, I’m not even kidding, wh-“

While Beomgyu was going full-on emergency mode, you had regained your senses and was starting to stir. Maybe it was because Beomgyu’s panicking actions had woken you up, or that you had a sixth sense blaring huge warning signs all across your brain because you were in Kai’s arms. Wait, you were in Kai’s arms?

You slowly fluttered your eyes open to see Kai looking confusedly at a screaming Beomgyu, who seemed so sure that you would never wake up. As you laid in the Kai’s arms, you gazed at his ethereal features. Brown eyes with gorgeous golden specks in them, wavy brown hair, his cute little boopable nose, he was a literal angel who looked perfect from every angle. Just then, said angel looked down at you.

“Beomgyu-hyung! She’s awake! Her eyes are open! Why is she smiling? Hi Y/N, good morning, why are you smiling? Her cheeks are really red too, she looks like she’s drunk! HAHA! Y/N, Y/N?”

It took you a few minutes to register that Kai was talking to you, and that he was indeed, calling your name. By the time you tried opening your mouth to respond, gross-man-Beomgyu was already looking over at you with utter disgust and relief clouding his face.

“Oh, good. I thought she was going to die. Okay, now just in case idiot Y/N stumbles and falls again, she should rest here. You guys can leave when she feels better. Ugh, the things I do for you guys. Sacrificing my 8-hour beauty sleep, my privacy, and most importantly, my lovely couch, that disgusting Y/N is going to lay on.”

You once again came back from Kai Dreamland when you realized that Beomgyu had just insulted you. About to rebut, you remembered that you were still in Kai’s arms and that he was starting to carry you to the couch. Feeling the heat that was rising up your cheeks, you immediately tried squirming out of Kai’s arms.

You tried lifting your legs off his left arm and grabbing on his right one for support. “Uh, Kai, actually, I feel better already. I can walk myself to the couch, yeah, thanks.”

Kai stifled a laugh and bemusedly stared at you. “Y/N, you just fell down and knocked yourself out. The couch isn’t too far, if I can carry you to Beomgyu’s house then I can surely carry you to the living hall.”

“No, um, I’m good. I’m independent!” As you fumbled out of Kai’s grasp and began attempting to get to the couch, you thought to yourself. Y/N, how stupid. Who uses ‘I’m independent’ as an excuse? Way to blow it in front of your 10-year-crush.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu, who had been grabbing water, immediately put the cup down and ran towards you, who was struggling to even walk in a straight line. Grabbing your arms and dragging you to the couch, he tutted. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Y/N, you really be walking like a drunk man at 4am. Why did Kai stop carrying you? He shouldn’t have put you down, for goodness sake, you nearly knocked down my mom’s sacred glass vase with your swinging beanstalk arms!”

Kai lifted both of his hands in defense. “I didn’t put her down. I insisted on carrying her all the way to the couch but she flailed around in my arms and said she could walk just fine. I’m starting to think that she might have an actual brain injury.”

You, being perfectly fine and functioning decently with your 3 brain cells, had only gotten dizzy from the sudden shift of laying down to standing up. You had laid down on the couch and was starting to drift off to sleep. The last thing you heard was Kai and Beomgyu giggling about something related to brains, but you were too tired to ask them about that inside joke.

8.40 am

“So...have you told her?”

Beomgyu and Kai were sitting on the floor in the living hall, with you fast asleep on the couch behind them. There were cards messily sprawled across the floor, and 2 cup noodles on a chair placed in front of them.

Kai sighed. He discreetly held up his uno cards in front of his face to block the reddening that was beginning to form on the apples of his cheeks.

“Told who what?”

“Oh, stop acting so oblivious. Ya know, have you told Y/N that you like her?”

Kai felt his cheeks heat up even more and he embarrassingly smacked Beomgyu’s arm. “Hyung, are you dumb? Y/N’s right behind us. She probably just heard you say that. Plus, did you forget about the very special Halloween plan happening in like, 10 hours?” He quickly turned around to see if you were actually asleep and not just getting some shut-eye. You were definitely deep into your slumber, hair all messed up and your body spread across the couch in an very uncomfortable looking position. However, to Kai, you looked extremely cute. He couldn’t resist the urge to smile ear to ear. Kai wanted to boop your nose right then and there, and was fighting hard to resist this temptation in fears of waking you up. He removed his baby blue hoodie and gently placed it on your sleeping figure, doing his best to not wake you up.

Beomgyu, who was looking disgustedly at Kai’s chival gesture and his beaming face, made a heart with his hands between the both of you. “Wow, you are whipped for Y/N. Anyways, she’s clearly asleep. She looks like a pig! And it wouldn’t matter if she heard me say that you have a crush on her. She clearly likes you too.”

Kai scowled at Beomgyu’s insult, and sat back down. “First of all, do not say that Y/N looks like a pig, she’s gorgeous and way prettier than you. Secondly, no! She definitely doesn’t like me that way! She probably thinks my Halloween obsession is weird, and I’m probably not the type of guy she likes. She likes ‘hot’ dudes.” Kai gagged when he said that statement.“She probably likes Yeonjun or something, they would be cute together.”

Beomgyu rolled his eyes and declared. “Have you seen the way she looks at you? Her eyes sparkle and she awes at you like you're the only thing that matters on this planet! Heck, you probably are the only thing that matters to her on this planet.” Beomgyu sighed, rolling his eyes. “You two are so oblivious.”

“Let’s divert the topic, this is making me flustered and I don’t like it.” Kai said, as he picked a draw 8 card from the fan of uno cards that was still covering his burning red cheeks. “I was initially planning to just skip you, but because you brought this topic up, draw 8.”

Beomgyu innocently smiled, then put down a draw 4 card. He looked back up at Kai, stuck his tongue out, and then cheekily laughed at the fuming boy.

Kai’s cheeks were glowing red again, but this time, it was for an entire different reason.

October 31 2020 | 8.10am -> October 31 2009 | 9.33am

While the boy you were in love with and the boy you wanted to punch into a different dimension were talking about you, you were deep inside Kai Dreamland.

Almost every night, you dreamed about dating him. Being able to feed each other food, holding each other’s hands, cuddling, and being able to do ‘justcouplethings” with him. This dream, however, was very different.

Unbeknownst to you, a past flashback was about to happen, and it would make you finally realize why you liked Kai so much.

You were looking at your very young self in third person, who was wearing a weird wire contraption shaped like a sphere. Draped on top of the contraption was a dirty brown blanket, and stuck on top of it were what were supposed to be sprinkles and icing sugar. The sprinkles and icing sugar were made of horribly cut colored paper, and they looked like they were on the brink of dropping off because of the faulty glue gun job that was barely keeping the whole costume together. You had your purple Dora backpack in your right hand and your left hand was lifted up, about to knock on a wooden birch door with the placard “Class 1C” right in the center of the door.

Oh, no. Oh, no no. Present Y/N knew what was coming. You hated this moment so, so, much, because you knew what was behind that innocent-looking door. Out of all things, did I really have to dream about the most humiliating moment of my life?

Young Y/N finally knocked with all her strength on the wooden door, and a young adult wearing a witch hat that did not match her professional blazer and work skirt opened the door.

“Hello, dear! You must be Y/N L/N, our new student! I see you that you must’ve got the memo to dress up. I love your costume. My name is Ms. Kim. Do come inside!” Ms. Kim flashed an exaggerated smile, and gestured for you to come in.

Your younger self was very oblivious to the fact that Ms. Kim did not like your costume one bit just based on her fake smile and the giggle she tried to hide. Nonetheless, you confidently strutted in the decorated classroom, unaware that your sprinkles and iced sugar pieces were starting to fall off, leaving a trail of cut colored paper from the door to where you now stood, which was in the center of the classroom.

A few classmates had already started to snicker, proudly pointing their stubby fingers at the trail of papers, and the brown sphere you were wearing, then bursting into immature giggles. However, you continued to lift your head up high.

“Class, class, settle down. We have a new student. Y/N, do introduce yourself.” Ms. Kim announced. The high-pitched laughter echoing from the audience died down.

“Hello, class of 1C! My name is Y/N L/N, and I am proud to be here today! I will do my best in this class!” You beamed, and the class burst into booming laughter. Chaos erupted, making the giggling just now nothing compared to this event.

Paper balls and pencils were thrown, and the monstrous classmates could no longer keep their childish giggling to themselves.

“She looks like a dirt ball! She looks like a dirt ball!” A loud shout emitted from the back of the class, and soon, everyone else caught on.

“Dirt ball! Dirt ball! Y/N is a dirt ball!” The class hooted, enjoying this Halloween party way more than they should.

Ms. Kim sighed, and looked down at your fragile figure who was on the verge of tears. “Class, if you do not quiet down and respect Y/N, we will cancel this party. All of you can go back to doing your addition and subtraction.”

Immediately, the mean teasing and laughter died down, and you shuffled your way to your assigned seat, leaving a trail of more cut colored paper. Once you put your backpack behind your seat and sat down, you put your head in your arms, not bothering to look at the wavy-haired boy leaning his head on his elbow, smiling innocently at you. Noticing your sad self, he immediately placed it upon himself to cheer you up.

“Hello, you’re Y/N, right? I’m Kai. I really love your costume! Is it a cake pop?”

Kai really did love your costume. He liked the fact that anyone could tell that you had worked so hard to make it. Compared to his target-bought jellyfish costume, it was a piece of majestic art.

You immediately sat up, all signs of sadness gone. You were happy and satisfied that at least one person knew what your costume was. The hard work you spent gluing on the paper and the hard work your mother spent looking for a wire contraction that would fit you had finally been paid off.

“Yes! It’s a cake pop. I love your jellyfish costume too!” You smiled, revealing one of your missing front teeth.

“Nah, my costume isn’t as good as yours. I'm sorry if the class was so mean to you, I think your outfit looked great. In fact, my mom is having a small Halloween gathering this week, would you want to come? There will be lots of food, and I got my dad to build…”

At this exact moment, your past self realized that you liked this boy. You didn’t care if you married him, or if you just stayed friends, you wanted to be with him through thick and thin. For your present self, this just proved that you loved him more than he would ever know.

October 31 2020 | 10.35am

“...ding, ding, ding, ding…”

Ughhhh. What is going on with my phone?

“...ding, ding, ding!”

As soon as the ringing from your phone stopped, you immediately dozed back to sleep.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding…”

“ARGHHH! Kai, can you please help me check my phone! It's ringing like it's a bomb about to detonate!”

No response.

“Kai? Gyu?”

As you worriedly stood up and glanced around bemusedly, the baby blue hoodie that Kai had carefully draped onto you slid off, and dropped at your feet. You noticed it and picked up the familiar looking sweater.

You suddenly realized that this hoodie belonged to the one and only Kai Kamal Huening, and your heart started pounding when you came to terms with the fact that he had just draped one of his favorite hoodies onto you. You scrunched the sweater up in your hands, and wore it over your graphic pumpkin shirt (which was your “costume”). It smelled exactly like Kai, and with the faint scent of his maple autumn leaf perfume (that he only used in October) wavering in the air, you felt like you were in Kai Heaven.

However, the annoying dings in the background didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon, so you finally addressed the noise by grabbing your phone from your bag on the dining table.

You groaned as your phone screen lit up with an incoming call from Yeonjun.

“Hi, Yeonjun. I don’t think I can come.”

“What, why?” Yeonjun dragged, the ‘y’, sounding like a whining baby. “We’re doing a haunted house. All the cool kids are gonna be there. Are you not a cool kid?”

‘Well, number one, I'm not going cause haunted houses are scary. Number two, I’m not cool Jun, you know that. Number three, Kai and I were supposed to do our yearly tradition, but I fell down this morning. I think we’re going to continue it afterwards, and I don’t think Kai likes parties that much. Speaking of Kai, do you know where him and Beomgyu are? I’m in Gyu’s house by myself right now, and when I woke up they weren’t there anymore, are they with you?”

Yeonjun coughed from the other end of the line and seemed to hesitate before replying. “No, I don’t know where Kai and Beomgyu are. But I think Kai wants to come to the party, he said he would, Y/Nieeeee, please come, it’ll be fun.”

You were about to reconsider your choice and dial Kai asking if he wanted to come, when you heard an oddly familiar high pitched dolphin laughter occurring from the other end of the line, followed by a loud shout of glee.

“Wait, Yeonjun. Isn’t that Kai? Is he with you?”

“No. Kai isn’t with me. I don’t know where he is. I really don’t. I think I saw him yesterday? Uh…”

Yeonjun muted the call and left your curious self waiting on the line.

“Okay, I’m back, sorry, technical problems. But yeah, don’t know where Kai is. Totally don’t know.”

“Yeonjun, I can tell when you’re lying.”

Yeonjun sighed from the other end of the line.

“I’m coming over.” You said, as you ended the call, furious and confused as to why he lied to you about such a trivial matter. At least Kai is safe, you thought to yourself, as you grabbed your bag roughly. You were about to stalk out of the house, when you remembered that you were still wearing Kai’s baby blue hoodie that looked extremely over-sized on you. You considered wearing it to Yeonjun’s house, then decided against the decision in fear that Kai might get the wrong idea.

As best friends, the both of you didn’t exchange much skinship or share many things, so this was your first time wearing Kai’s hoodie. You didn’t want him to find out that you like him, and was planning to keep your sacred secret for as long as you could.

After taking off Kai’s sweater, you folded it into a little bundle and shoved it in your bag, just in case he might want it back at Yeonjun’s house. Finally, you walked out of your house, still curious and disappointed as to why a close friend would lie to you about such a small issue.

11.13am

Instead of going to Yeonjun’s huge house, you were now seated across an anxious, fidgeting Kai, in Magic Island, a homely cafe that the both of you would go every halloween for their special rainbow halloween-themed cupcakes. Kai had requested the both of you to meet at this cafe instead of Yeonjun’s house for who knows what, but surprisingly, you didn’t question his rushed and breathless statement when he called you as you were walking out. In the call, he anxiously explained that he would explain in the cafe, and begged you to not go to Yeonjun’s house. Even though this statement only made you more curious as to what they could and were doing there, you reluctantly obliged and began walking in the opposite direction to Magic Island.

And right now, you were seated on a very comfortable sofa with a witch cushion behind you and a pumpkin-themed cover draped over your seat. Around you, there were assorted forms of Halloween decorations ranging from black and orange themed hanging tinsels to the cafe’s signature baby witch statue that took its place at the shop’s entrance.

There was an awkward silence beginning to form between the both of you, so after glancing at everything else but Kai, you finally tried staring him down as sternly as you could, trying to show that you wanted an explanation.

“Kai, why would Yeonjun lie to me about such a trivial matter? What are you guys hiding from me?”

“No, you don’t understa-“

“I thought friends were supposed to be truthful to each other. Am I not trustworthy? I don’t remember doing anything that broke your trust.” It was getting harder and harder to control the words spouting out of your mouth at this point. You were curious and disappointed, and he had been acting shady recently. Kai has never left you alone so randomly, and to your knowledge, none of your other close friends have ever lied to you about his whereabouts.

“Look, wait! Don’t interrupt me! I can see your eyes getting unnaturally huge, and you only do that when you’re about to interrupt someone. Here, let me cut to the chase, I, uh, we, Beomgyu and I, we were at Yeonjun’s house to help him prepare for the party.”

He is a horrible liar, you thought to yourself. Nevertheless, you let him continue to see what else he could spur up.

“We uh, we went to, his house because he needed help preparing, and you know, Yeonjun’s house is huge, so like, obviously, one person couldn’t just decorate the place himself, plus, we’re helping him for the haunted house too, so uh, we-“

“Kai, you're still not answering my question. If it was nothing, why did Yeonjun lie to me about your whereabouts?” You rebutted, impatient and wanting the answer to your question quickly.

“Fine, fine. I’ll tell you. I really can’t keep it anymore. Y/N, the reason why I’ve been acting so shady, was because I was planning a-”

“SURPRISE!” A loud chorused shout echoed from the entrance of the cafe. As you turned back, you saw Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Taehyun strutting in. Yeonjun was holding a few helium balloons with the words “Happy Birthday” and “Merry Christmas” printed on them in jazzy handwriting, and Taehyun was beside him lighting up candles on a cheap walmart chocolate cake that probably tasted like garbage. Beomgyu was trailing behind the two boys with a cheesy smile and jazz hands. Turning back, you glanced at a bemused and shocked Kai, who, seeing that you were staring at him suspiciously, covered his previous expression with a shy giggle and a smile equally as fake as Beomgyu’s.

Taehyun put down the lit up cake on the candy corn colored table and Yeonjun handed you the Target-bought balloons.

“Yeonjun lied about where Kai and I were because he didn’t want to spoil this surprise, right, Yeonjun?” Beomgyu said while maintaining his ear-to-ear smile.

Yeonjun glanced back at Beomgyu, who was still smiling but now with his eyes wide open and blinking rapidly as if he was trying to send morse code. Yeonjun responded with a small smirk and looked back at you. “Yes, we spent the morning at my house buying these things and preparing it for you. It was Kai’s idea, wasn’t it?” Yeonjun winked at Kai and finger gunned him. Wow, Jun, way to be cringey, you thought to yourself.

If this “surprise” were for any other sane person, they would’ve obviously realized that it was some last-minute pull together and would immediately called them out on it. But you, being head-over heels for Kai, felt touched that he had planned a surprise for you (and only you) and completely ignored all the screaming signs that it wasn’t an actual surprise, and then it wasn’t just a surprise for you, but for him too. Nonetheless, Taehyun’s idea of this cover-up was working perfectly and had completely erased all your previous suspicions of what Kai had been doing before.

However, your oblivious self was curious about only one thing. “Hmm, I have to ask about something.”

The four boys started breaking out in cold sweat, but Taehyun kept his cool, and managed to ignore the panic boiling inside. He calmly asked, “What are you curious about?”

“I would like to know why the balloons Yeonjun gave me say ‘Happy Birthday’ and ‘Merry Christmas’ on them, it is certainly not my birthday today and Christmas is in two months.”

In order to break the awkward tension rising up in the room, Beomgyu finally spoke up. “Oh, uh, a-about t-that-”

“It doesn’t matter!” Kai clapped his hands loudly and stood up, “this surprise was made for you to be happy anyway! Do whatever you want with it!” After boldly exclaiming this statement, he turned around and mouthed a word of thanks at his three friends, before turning back to you. You were busy sucking helium from the balloons and did not see the interaction that just went down.

“Kai, can you hear it? I sound like a chipmunk!” You innocently smiled at him and sucked even more air out from the deflating “Merry Christmas” balloon.

Kai felt his heart start beating just a little faster, and he laughed quietly, before walking over to join you in your little helium endeavor.

The three boys saw this as an opportunity to step out, and waved goodbye to a giggling Kai and his future girlfriend. After leaving the cafe, they burst into a fit of laughs and fake gags.

“Nice idea Taehyun, they’re a cute bunch, aren’t they?” Yeonjun giggled as he fist-bumped a Taehyun who was fake gagging.

“Wait till Y/N sees what we have planned for her later, then maybe she won’t act so ‘cute’ anymore.” Taehyun said, laughing as he stared once more through the window of Magic Island at Kai (attempting to) impersonate a gorilla and you in a heap of laughter.

‘Race you to the house! Losers!” Beomgyu teased as the three of them started sprinting back to Yeonjun’s house, where the real party would begin.

5.34pm

You were standing in front of Yeonjun’s house, no, house wasn’t the right word to describe it, it was a huge, tall, extravagant, white mansion. Said white mansion was now decorated with a  wide assortment of Halloween decorations that ranged from fake graveyards that were stuck into the soil, live-sized skeletons, realistic looking decapitated heads, and a huge amount of gruesome plastic bones scattered on the entrance of the house. The roof of the mansion had orange lights and actual fire burning, probably to make the illusion of something scary, but you couldn’t point out what that seemed to be.

After the questionable event that occurred in Magic Island Cafe, the both of you decided to continue with the tradition: doing everything on the list from baking ghost cookies, watching Halloween movies together, carving pumpkins (even if they were super mushy this year), and last of all, trying out costumes.

Usually, the both of you would go to the small homely costume store that opened on the other end of town and try out the wackiest costumes, knowing that the both of you weren’t going to wear them out anytime soon. However, today was different. You were now about to face the tons of popular kids at your school, and you were dressed in an orange pumpkin costume and an idiotic pumpkin hat. To be frank, you looked like a cutie, and Kai knew it. He had made you wear this outfit to the party, and he matched with you by wearing the same pumpkin costume, the only difference being that his was black. Obviously, Kai wanted the both of you to match so that you guys could look like a couple, and so everyone would know that you were his. Your oblivious self however, did not comprehend the true intentions of his actions, and could only think about how cute Kai looked in his round black pumpkin costume.

As the both of you admired the scary decorations adorning the entrance of the mansion, and the menacing fire burning on the top, you turned to Kai and smirked. “Wow, Yeonjun and his team really went all out this year, huh?”

“Yeah...I didn’t think it would be this great…” Kai said with his mouth agape, still busy staring at the entire mansion from top to bottom. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting Yeonjun to put in this much time and effort into his little idea, but he was appreciative of his hyung and hoped that everything would go as planned.

Just then, the two enormous doors to the inside of the mansion opened, and someone in wearing a red sweater motioned for the two of you to come inside.

“Kai! I haven’t seen you for so long! Come inside!”

That girl was gorgeous. The epitome of all popular girls.

Kai smiled softly and ran up to her, giving her a warm hug while still wearing his pumpkin costume. At this sight, a tinge of jealousy sparked within you, but you did your best to hide it. Kai and this girl would be cute together, you thought to yourself. Two popular kids, one pretty, one handsome, it's no wonder i'm no match for Kai.

You walked up the steps afterwards and gave her a small nod as a greeting. She stayed at the entrance to greet other guests, but she kept eyeing you for some weird reason.

As you stepped in with Kai, you suddenly stopped in your tracks. Letting him trail in front of you, you awed at your surroundings. Oh my gosh. Even though you had been friends with Yeonjun since middle school, this was your first time visiting his house and you were shocked to say the least. Bright orange and grey fairy lights were placed on the extremely high ceiling of the house, and there was green slime hanging around the huge glass chandelier. The living hall was almost as big as your school cafeteria, with a long glass table at the corner filled with halloween themed snacks. There was a cauldron, an actual cauldron, with gory fruit punch, eyeball cake pops, spider pancakes, and so much more. Any halloween-themed food you named was probably on the table, and if it wasn’t, it could be whipped up within an hour by the private chef on hand.

Just then, Yeonjun came up to you. “So, how is it?”

Trying to hide your amusement and shock unlike Kai, who was hyperventilating over all the decorations and prancing around like a kid with too much candy, you merely responded. “It's okay, I guess.”

“Its okay, IT'S OKAY? Do you know how many days it took for us to make this for you-”

“HEY Y/N! Long time no see!” A hand was placed on Yeonjun’s shoulder, and he was shoved aside abruptly. Replacing him was Soobin.

“Omg! Soobin! It's been a long time. How’s it going?” You squealed, as you embraced the lanky boy.

You hadn’t realized that Kai was missing because you were too busy catching up with Soobin, and your oblivious self didn’t realize the lack of people in Yeonjun’s obnoxious living hall to realize that this was not a normal party.

7.07pm

“Alright, next participants! Kai and Y/N!” The staff at the front-desk of Haunted Matchmakers called out.

The both of you exchanged questioning looks at each other as you felt multiple pairs of eyes drawn to the both of your figures.

“Why were we the only ones that he called out?” You whispered to Kai, not expecting an answer.

“Probably because together, we’re special.” Kai turned his head and winked at you cutely.

Thank goodness the two of you were still in the dark waiting room, so he was unable to see your burning cheeks.

Little did you know, Kai’s cheeks were just as fiery as yours, if not hotter.

“Alright, you ready?” The waiting room assistant asked cheekily, as he shifted his gaze between the both of you, and gestured for the two of you to enter the menacing rusty entrance.

“Yes!” Kai shouted, and pumped his fist into the air.

You, on the other hand, was a scaredy-cat, and without thinking twice, you grasped onto Kai’s hand tightly, and shifted so close to him that both of your shoulders overlapped each other.

Kai could feel your nervousness, and he was nervous too, but for an entire different reason. After you grabbed his hand, his heart started hammering in his chest and his hands started becoming clammy.

Not wanting to waste his time, Kai screamed in glee and nodded at the assistant, who pushed open the rusty wooden door. He was about to walk in while still holding your hand, when he realized that you weren’t budging.

Kai was afraid that you were going to back out of the haunted house, and as he glanced back, he was met with a teary-eyed you, shivering and trying to wipe your stubborn tears with the sleeve of your pumpkin costume.

“Hey, Y/N, what's wrong?” Kai immediately crouched in front of you so that the both of you are at eye level. land you sniffle even more.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. Y/N. I know you’re scared, but it’s alright. I’ll be with you every step of the way, okay?” Kai coaxed, running his thumb over your intertwined hands.

You looked up at Kai with your watery eyes, and nodded ever so slightly. Kai swore his heart could’ve melted right there and then.

Just then, you realized that there were people lining up behind you. The people, who, surprisingly, were patiently waiting as you and Kai shared your cheesy moment. Realizing that you were being an inconvenience for their halloween experience, you straightened up, fixed your fallen hair, and nodded at Kai as firmly as you possibly could.

With the rusty door ajar, the both of you confidently stepped inside. Your hand was engulfed in Kai’s, and as long as you were with him, the both of you would be able to get through anything together.

7.34pm

Take deep breaths. In, out, in out. Hee, hoo, hee, hoo. Y/N, you can do this. They’re just humans dressed in manufactured plastic, with a face full of over-the-top makeup. Remember what you said before, just now? When you’re with Kai, you can get through anythi-

“AHHHHHHHH!”

Your thoughts were interrupted by yet another piercing dolphin scream from the two of you after being jump-scared by the long-haired lady with a bad case of smallpox.

You had initially thought that Kai was the brave one here, but now that the both of you were finally experiencing the actual haunted house, you couldn’t decide who was more of the scaredy-cat.

Kai had already known about this plan and played the biggest part in the creation of Haunted Matchmakers. However, he was still scared because...well….it was you he was going to surprise...and, he’s still a baby at heart.

“Kai, I don’t think I can do this. I wanna go back to the entrance.” Your shaky voice shook him out of his thoughts.

“No, no, it's okay! We just finished the third room! We’re almost there! There’s only one more room left.”

“Wait...how do you know the amount of rooms this haunted house has?” Finally, your oblivious self had started to pick up on Kai’s many mishaps.

“Well, I, uh, I, I asked the admin staff when you went to the bathroom!” Kai exclaimed.

Suddenly, you realized that it was quiet. Too quiet. The eeriness was scaring you. There was no more haunted house music, no jump-scares, nobody else with the both of you.

You shakily clung onto Kai, hooking both of your arms between one of his and pressing your cheek into his neck.

“Kai, it doesn’t feel right. This place doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean? Of course it doesn’t feel right, we’re in a haunted house!”

“No...I mean, like, it doesn’t even feel like a haunted house anymore, it feels like something is…” You trailed off on your speech as you spotted a small Polaroid of a selfie of you and Kai taken many moons ago at Soobin’s birthday party.

When you were too busy stuck in your place as you tried processing what a picture of the both of you was doing on the wall of a haunted house, Kai had disappeared. He was there for a second, and suddenly, your arms were clinging onto nothing but air.

“Kai? Kai? Kai?! Don’t scare me like this! You know I hate jump-scares! You promised me that you would be with me every step of the way! Kai, stop playing around!  This isn’t funny anymore!” Tears were threatening to fall out of your eyes, and you started rapidly blinking and looking back and forth to see if Kai would be hiding behind a statue or corner just to scare you.

But no, he wasn’t there. He wasn’t anywhere.

Back in the control room, Kai frantically paced back and forth as Yeonjun stared through the screen at you, who was crouched down and silently sobbing. The sniffles you tried to hide echoed through the corridor, and Yeonjun knew that doing nothing wasn’t going to help.

Grabbing the walkie-talkie from the girl with the red sweater, who was sitting next to him looking at other screens on an armchair while mindlessly fiddling with said walkie-talkie in her hands, he turned the knob to channel 5 and spoke into it rapidly.

“Haeun, plan B. Get back inside to corridor 2, where Y/N is, and lead her to the beginning of the trail. This surprise won’t work if Y/N doesn’t start moving.”

7.42pm

You were sitting down on the ground, head in your arms, sobbing aimlessly as you thought to yourself. What kind of sick joke is this? Why isn’t anyone coming to scare me? Where did Kai go, why did he just leave with no explanation? Shouldn't someone come now to tell me to stand up and move on so that they can keep the line going?

Speak of the devil, you felt a light pat on the shoulder. Thinking that it was staff, you looked up to be met with a gory, bloody, devil mask. Squealing and screaming, you started running away, pushing off the hands that landed on your shoulders. Suddenly, said mask was removed, and you were met with a very familiar face. Haeun? Lee Haeun?

Lee Haeun was a close friend you met outside of school in a theme park when you were by yourself. She wasn’t close to anyone here, and she was one of the last people you expected to show up here.

“Hey, Y/N! Surprise, surprise, I'm here! Sorry for scaring you,  I forgot to remove my mask!’”

“Lee Haeun...what are you doing here? Wha-”

“I’ll explain later, for now, just keep moving forward. Promise you, there’ll be no jumpscares, no nothing. Just lots of love.” She winked at you, and she had pushed you forward without you noticing, so now you were standing in front of a closed door that had a purple letter stuck onto it.

“Open it,” Haeun gestured, and pat your back twice before leaving.

“What…?” Nonetheless, you listened to her, and grabbed the folded purple letter, carefully unfolding it to reveal Kai’s handwriting:

Dear sweet Y/N,

Hi, this is Kai. I have a feeling that you’re going to be really shocked and surprised right now. ‘What? This is a haunted house, why is a letter here? Also, where is Kai? I'm gonna slap that son of a…’, anyways, yes, I know that’s what you’re thinking right now, but trust me, it’ll all make sense as soon as you walk through this door. If you thought that I disappeared into thin air, don’t worry. I’m in a control room, and I can see you right now.

Upon reading this sentence, you looked around frantically and spotted a small camera with a red blinking light. You cheekily waved at it before looking back at the letter.

About this whole event...well...firstly, if you couldn’t tell already, this haunted house isn’t real. We set it up, yes, Y/N, and if you’re here reading this, that means everything is going to plan. I knew your oblivious self wouldn’t find out ehehe! However, I couldn’t have done this large-scale event myself, you see, I only have four close friends: Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu, and Taehyun, and all of them helped me out on this large-scale project. No, Y/N, I didn’t forget about you (I can practically read your thoughts right now!). You see Y/N, we’re not friends, you’re not my best friend, you’re my..ne. You’re myne. You’re mine. Ugh, I’m going to shut up now. Open the door and see for yourself, beautiful Y/N.

Lots, and lots, and lots of love,

Kai ;)

You were appalled and bashful to say the least. Wait, this can’t be? This isn’t, this isn’t what I think it is. No way. He also just called me beautiful. Me, beautiful?

For your information, Y/N, you are beautiful. You’re gorgeous, more gorgeous than that girl in red, or whatever.

You carefully folded the letter and put it in the pocket of your costume, and nervously pushed open the door to reveal...Soobin.

Oh, Soobin. What’s he doing here?

Soobin was mischievously smiling at you, while gesturing with his hands to literally everything else besides him.

Only when you stopped open-mouthed gaping at the boy, you looked around and realized the wallpaper was...interesting. There were zillions of pictures of you and Kai, all from when you met, to just 3 days ago, glued to all 4 sides of the room, covering basically every spot of the wall until you couldn't even tell the color of the room itself. Cute little pumpkin fairy lights were hung, giving the room a warm orange glow. Soft and calming Halloween decorations and statues were situated around, and you spotted the same little witch statue as the one in the entrance of Magic Island Cafe. Wow, Kai, has really been focusing on his symbolism lessons in english class.

You walked every inch of the room, and you realized that all of the pictures on the left were when the both of you first met, and as they continued on to the right, the pictures taken became more and more recent, and at the end of the room were pictures of the both of you just this year.

Soobin snapped you out of your little room tour when he walked to the side of a brown cauldron, grimaced at it, and turned back to you with a plastic smile.

“Uh, stick your hand in it.”

You tilted your head in confusion as you went over to where he was and looked over the eerie looking cauldron. It was glowing, and was neon green. You were half expecting something to pop out to scare you. You turned back to Soobin.

“No.”

“Come, on! It's part of the process, ya know? To get things rolling.”

‘What, that's not a valid reason for me to stick my hand into something so gross. What am I gonna get out of it?”

Soobin smirked. “You'll get Kai’s love.”

As you felt a blush tinting the apple of your cheeks, you immediately stuck your hand into what you thought was liquid. It was definitely not green-colored water, it was green-colored Jello. You felt a hard plate, and was about to remove your hand from the gruesome, slimy solid, when Soobin wrapped his fingers around your arm and gestured for you to lift whatever you had grabbed.

What you pulled up was not a plate, it was a picture frame. Inside said picture frame was a photo of a memory you wanted to forget forever. It was a picture of you and Kai, you in your hideous cake pop costume and Kai in his cute colorful jellyfish costume. The picture was taken by the both of your moms after the first day of school. Your mother, seeing that you had only made one friend, wanted to cherish the sacred moment. In said photo, both of your arms were slung over each other and your heads were leaning against each other. Kai had a crooked smile on his face, and you were happy as you could ever be.

On the frame were 4 words written in Kai’s writing with a sharpie. Said four words were enough to make you tear up.

“My Little Dirt Ball.”

Soobin, noticing your entranced state, tapped your shoulder.

“Flip to the back of the frame.”

Behind the picture frame was a sticky note attached. You plucked it off the back and squinted your eyes to read the small print.

Hey Y/N, I know you hate that picture, but it's my favorite, because the picture was taken on the day I met you. To continue our journey together, pull the back frame open, and insert the key inside to the orange door. Thank you, Y/N. Like I said earlier, we’ll get through this together, and I’ll see you on the other side.

Impatient to see Kai, you quickly, but carefully, pulled open the back frame, revealing a golden key. After grabbing the key and firmly wrapping your palm around it, you ran to the orange door and with shaky hands, inserted the key and twisted it. The door immediately swung open.

Behind the ajar door was a nervous Kai, still blessed with the same crooked smile as all those years ago. He was still rocking the same black pumpkin costume, and you were too mesmerized by his beauty to notice everyone else around him.

Soobin entered after you, and guided you to be right iinfront of Kai. You were now right in front of him, looking at his eyes, his gorgeous eyes, his presence, just, being with Kai. You couldn’t believe it. Your crush for almost a decade just confessed to you, in the most extra way possible. You loved it.

You looked up to see a huge banner that read: Y/N L/N, will you be myne?Around Kai was all your friends, all from different places:. Yeonjun and the gang, joined by Soobin, Haeun and your girls’ clique, the emo dude that you’re really chill with, the list goes on and on.

A beautiful voice broke you out from dreamland, to enter into yet another one.

“Y/N, will you be mine?”

You looked back at the boy you loved, and ran forward, practically throwing yourself onto him. You smashed your lips onto his, not caring that all of your friends were watching.

Kai was shocked at your sudden bold action, but quickly pulled himself together and kissed you back.

If you could describe the best feeling in the world, it was this. Fireworks erupted in your head, and all you could think about was those soft, plump lips and the boy who owned them. Kai put his arm around your waist, and the other behind your head, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You were doing it. You really were. You were kissing Kai Kamal Huening. In front of everyone, and you didn’t care.

It’s childish, one could say, to see two people dressed in child-like costumes practically making out with each other. However, in your opinion, that was what your love was. It was extra, childish, weird, and unlike any other typical highschooler’s romantic relationship. You wouldn’t change it for anything else.

BONUS

After the extremely extra confession took place successfully, the real Halloween party could finally commence. After all, Yeonjun hadn’t decorated his place for nothing. There was now an assortment of alcohol displayed everywhere, and suddenly the huge living hall didn’t seem so big anymore, as there were people from all over the town invited and it was getting quite cramped. Yeonjun, however, didn’t fail to notice the two of you at a small carpeted corner, just chatting. You had changed out of your pumpkin costume, and was now wearing Kai’s baby blue hoodie. Both of your hands were intertwined in his and they were being swung back and forth as you giggled about an inside joke that no one else would ever understand.

As Yeonjun quietly observed the two new lovebirds, a red object appeared in his peripheral vision. Looking down, he sighed in content. Her again.

“Yeonjun! Success, right? I knew we could do it!” She was crouching down, cutely looking at him in his eyes. She took his hand and smashed it against hers trying to imitate a high 5, while giving him a gleaming, enthusiastic smile. Yeonjun lifted the corners of his lips slightly, and squeezed her into a tight hug, earning a shocked gasp from her as she put her arms around his neck.

Choi Yeonjun better start planning out his confession soon.

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[lovingumi]

always. || o.tōru

⤷ made it on a whim while talking to my best friend that needed some comfort. it isn’t that good since it’s my first post, but it’s still readable. hope that you’ll enjoy it!

synopsis: you and oikawa have a lil gaming evening which ends up with you winning by a landslide.

pairing: oikawa tōru x fem!reader

warnings: just some suggestive talk

+ another love ‘n hate relationship with something i’ve written </3

"you're such a loser," you snickered, glancing at him before your eyes were back on the screen to see where the ball was and with who it was.

his tongue was stuck out in concentration and his eyes were slightly squinted as his long fingers pushed the buttons on the controller. "oh shut up, will you? soccer is just a stupid sport," he hissed, watching you make another goal. you cheered, laughing at his dejected face.

he fell back on the couch and groaned, letting the controller fall beside him. you laughed and popped a strawberry in your mouth. "just accept the fact that you suck, babe." the smile you wore was the only good thing that had come out of this game evening with you in his opinion, but even that got slightly on his nerves.

his head snapped towards you as the corner of his lips tilted up. "who was sucking who this morning again?" the glint in his big brown eyes was brighter than ever and his perfect face structure just made you want to punch him to make him less perfect so girls wouldn't look at him anymore.

it was tempting.

you shook your head mentally and discarded that idea. you had been hanging out way too much with iwaizumi, he was making you enjoy it when oikawa was in pain.

"hey, you okay?" his hand was on your cheek as he stared at you with concern in his eyes. he truly was too precious; you were thinking about messing up his face and he's staring at you with concern.

you slung a leg over his waist and straddled him, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips as a cheeky smile followed quick after. "i’m fine, are you?" he tilted his head to the side and looked at you with a confused expression, wondering why you were asking if he was okay.

you didn't know if you were just speaking another language to him or if he was just that dense.

“are you okay after losing six matches?" you saw the realization dawn down on him as your words went through his ears to his brain. "wanna play volleyball? lets see if you'll keep running that big mouth of yours then."

it was no secret that you sucked at volleyball, bad. you’ve practiced a lot with him, but it was just written in the stars that this was a sport that you would have to pass on.

your face was void of emotion as you stared at him with your darkened eyes. he pushed himself up with a chuckle and pressed a kiss against your nose. "you’re so cute when you try to be scary," he snickered, preparing himself for the aftermath for teasing you like this.

you clenched your jaw as you felt your cheeks heat up a bit because of the embarrassment. you mumbled something incoherent under your breath as you punched his chest weakly, avoiding his eyes.

he hummed and snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. his cheek rested on your shoulder and a smiled threatened to show on his lips. he closed his eyes as you softened up and let your fingers tangle in his wavy mess.

you felt him sink in to you more and more, letting go of all the tension that was build up in his body. "tooru, let's go to bed, it's already late," you whispered, lifting your head up and pressing a kiss against his cheek.

you stood up from his lap, immediately regretting it as you missed his warmth and scent that had become your home over the years.

you grabbed the remote and shut the tv off, looking at the slight mess the two of you had made. you pursed your lips and decided to clean it in the morning after breakfast since you were already planning to clean the house anyways.

you felt his big hand slide in to yours a second later, pulling you upstairs with him. the two of you did your night routine quickly; changing in to your pyjamas, brushing your teeth and washing your face.

you rubbed the cleanser in to your skin, glancing to your left as you saw oikawa pull weird faces in the mirror. you laughed, looking at the ridiculous expressions he was pulling. "idiot," you mumbled under your breath before washing the cleanser off. after drying your face you took your time to put on your favourite moisturizer while oikawa just slapped his face a few times before walking out the bathroom.

you followed him out of the bathroom a few minutes later, shutting the light and proceeding to go to the heavenly bed with your lover in it. before walking in to the room, you leaned against the doorframe unnoticed and crossed your arms over each other.

irresistible.

he was truly irresistible.

he had a slight frown decorating his stunning face as the light from his phone shined on his face. his mocha coloured eyes that you had learned to love so much could be seen even from this distance. the eyes that never wavered when he was on the court, setting the balls for his spikers so that they could get a point.

nothing is more satisfying than a spiker taking a point with your toss, that’s what he would say to you.

the same eyes that got cold could turn into sweet hot chocolate that would make you feel all giddy inside. those were the eyes you had fallen in love for first. you always drank them in slowly so you could enjoy getting lost in them a little longer.

he was laying on his back with the shirt he wore just moments ago tossed on the floor. one arm was under his head and the other held his phone that was above his head. his hand held the giant electronic like it was a tiny pebble you would throw over the ocean waters.

his small trip to argentina and brazil had left his skin a stunning glow, making you jealous as how the sun had kissed him beautifully all over his body.

his body was something you would never, ever get tired of. it was a fact that he wasn't the broadest man out there with the wide torso, but the small waist with his broad shoulder were way better for you anyways. his defined abs from working out passionately dipped perfectly in to cubes that you just wanted to run your tongue over so bad.

you pouted and walked over to him, crawling beside him and snuggling close to seek the warmth you had missed.

you put your head on his chest, your ear right above his heart that pumped every ounce of passion he had through his body. your arm reached around his waist lazily, touching his scorching skin with your icy fingers.

he put his phone on the nightstand and let out a sigh, pulling you closer to himself. his hand that held his phone was now going through your wild mess of hair that he loved so much.

"i’m so proud of you, baby," you said, a yawn following quickly after. you pressed quick, soft kisses all over his toned chest, forcing a high pitched laugh to escape past his lips.

you rolled on top and crossed your arms in front of you so you could rest your chin on them and stare at him.

“always and forever.”

you could never describe the smile that was etched on his face right now. the slight crinkle he would have in the corner of his eyes when he would smile showed up with the corners of his lips tilted up in a way that you could only describe it as getting the warmth from the sun, with the comfort of the moon and the sparkles of the stars.

”i love you," he would reply to you as he pulled the blanket over the two of you gently, covering you completely so you wouldn't get cold in any way any time soon.

you closed your eyes and hummed, twisting your head to the side so your cheek was comfortable on your arms. "i love you too."

but before you completely drifted off to sleep, you felt him press one last kiss against the top of your head. and that was enough for you to fall asleep with no worries of being alone, sad or scared.

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[amelee23]

Magical | Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Genre: Thriller/ Fantasy, Fluff

No. of words: 1.600

Warnings: Sensitive topics, dark themes

A/N: This story is actually written to apply to anyone, so it doesn’t have mentions of age, gender or occupation. Even the reader’s relationship with Bang Chan is left for interpretation.

Let me know if you enjoyed and remember, keep strong stays! <3

They were following me.

I didn't know what it was or who they were; I was too scared to look. Their presence emanated it - a fright the likes of which I've never experienced before. With every inch they managed to gather on me, I could feel their frostbite attacking my lungs and skin. They were talking to me, whispering and yelling at the same time. The voices, a cacophony of sounds, were loud and clear inside of my brain; telling me to come back, to look behind me, but I couldn't bring myself to. The malice was obvious - they wanted me, wanted to eat me whole - take control over my body, soul and mind. I urged my feet to go even faster, but they were already too heavy for me to lift in a full sprint. I barely trudged my weakened body, while slipping in the mud, tumbling on the pebbles and jumping on the arid ground. They would reach me at one point, and I knew that. But I was too stubborn to give up; I wanted to go out exhausted but knowing I have fought my fight.

The forest was opening up, and a few faded rays of light were coming closer to me in my sprint. I headed for that open area and was met with a field full of flowers. In the distance I could see them waiting for me - my friends, my family, my acquaintances. I begged my weary feet to take me towards them with the last bit of strength that I had. However, as I got closer their faces got all the more blurry; I couldn't make up who they were anymore, until they all turned into indistinguishable shapes and shadows that laughed as their cold red eyes bore into my own. They disappeared from in front of me like an illusion, and all the flowers on the field died at once. Shocked and afraid, I couldn't stand around to ponder; I could feel it from the hairs on the nape of my neck standing up, and the goosebumps on my arms that the darkness had almost reached me.

I curved my run to the west, heading towards the high mountains. The previous laughter of the shadows echoed, as if it was bouncing off invisible walls. My breath was becoming more and more unstable, ragged with every forced step I took. My soles hitting the ground hurt all the way to my knees, and I felt dizzy. Something sparkled in my hazy vision, and I instinctively followed the twinkle.  

It was a lit fireplace, bright and alive. It's warmth beckoned me, called me over with a siren's song. As if just a puppet, all the pain in me disappeared as I walked towards the fire. In just a few seconds however, I was met with the ground as a powerful gust of wind caught me off guard. I turned to look at the fire, no traces of it ever being lit remaining. I clutched the rocks tight in my fists, banged them on each other desperately. My hands were numb and I couldn't feel them soon enough.

 Already defeated, I rose my head to see the thing that had been following me, and my whole body became paralyzed. It was pitch black, a shape with no beginning and no end. It had no eyes yet it was staring at me, no mouth yet it talked to me, relentlessly. It lunged at me at a speed I could not perceive, and pierced through my body. Everything went black and my body grew cold.

---

When I woke up, an intense headache hit my senses. I was just as nauseous as I was when I fell asleep, but somehow the pain grew worse. I looked around me in confusion, shaking away that nonsense of a nightmare I just had, to try to remember what happened before I fell asleep. I was in Chan's house, that was for sure. He was nowhere to be seen, which is peculiar considering he was here before, trying to keep me warm. But now he was gone, and I was cold and alone. 

I've been feeling ill ever since this morning, and no matter how much I tried I couldn't bring myself together to function properly. So I ran away from all responsibilities, came here and begged Chan to shelter me from my own powerlessness. I'll probably regret it later, feel embarrassed about it, but it couldn't be helped; I needed some sort of salvation, peace of mind.

I heard Chan's voice not even a minute later, and he sounded like he was saying farewell to someone. He came into the room, holding a blanket in one hand and my phone in the other. Wrapping the blanket around me, Chan looked at me with worry in his eyes. He handed me my phone back and the person in my front camera was pale as a ghost.

"They kept calling you to ask you to come back." He told me, and I clutched the phone a little too tightly.

"I can't go back now..." My voice was hoarse and frail, but I managed to speak a sentence.

"I know, and I've told them just that. Right now, you need to rest." With a tiny smile, Chan scooted closer to me and draped an arm around me, pulling me to his chest. He began searching for a movie on Netflix, but as I nestled into the warmth of his body, I could feel myself slip away again.

---

I woke up in that very cave where I passed out. I was sleeping on hay instead of the cold ground, and I could feel a wet rag on my forehead. Someone must have found me, I thought. I was saved, but for how long; I couldn't help but wonder if it was all worth it anymore.

Slow and limping, I made my way to the entrance of the cave. It was day outside, and it was quiet and peaceful. I could feel the charcoal of the fireplace still radiating warmth. Whoever saved me probably wasn't far. 

I wanted to sit down in the camp, but the sun was merciless next to the heated charcoal. I smacked my lips, and realized how dehydrated I was. A well was not far away from here, I remember passing it while I was running away from the darkness. Automated by my thirst, I gathered all my strength to push away the lid off of the well. And that's when the substance that should have given me life seemed to drain me of it.

They were waiting for me.

The shadow sprung to life out of the well and attacked me in full sunlight. The contrast in color was blinding, and I stumbled backwards in fright. I scurried away through the dusty ground and closed my eyes, thinking it would all be over soon. Then, above my head I heard a whistling sound of something flying at high speed. I opened my eyes just in time to see an arrow fly into the boundless shape, not harming it whatsoever, but it seemed confused. From behind me, a hooded figure pulled me up to my feet and stood in front of me. He was holding a bow, and his body was lean and sturdy. His features however, were very blurry to me. I couldn't make up his eyes, but he looked very familiar to me. He had a big nose and curly blonde hair peeking from his hood.

I clung to him in desperation as the shadow growled, its mumbling getting erratic. The archer began reciting some words, in a language that was unknown to me; still, even not being able to understand him, I knew his words meant well. A bright light enveloped us, and suddenly my senses were enveloped in a sweet smell. 

---

I didn't know how much time had passed, but I got woken up again by the sound of my ringtone. Still drunk with sleep, I got up from Chan's grip and reached for the phone. Chan was sleeping soundly, his big nose crinkling as he seemed to battle something in his sleep. His blonde curls were covering his eyes, and I reached over to move them away as I answered the call. His sweet perfume lingered in the room, and I tried to focus on it as the person on the other line began yelling to me.

"Where are you? A guy answered your phone not too long ago, was he saying the truth? We really need you right now..." I dismissed their incoherent mumbling and took a deep breath and mustered my courage.

"Yes, he was telling the truth... I am feeling unwell and cannot be there today. Please,... I just want to rest." The person on the line sighed and eventually agreed to let me go. I exhaled deeply and closed my eyes in content. Chan, having woken up by my voice, chuckled lightly.

"Good job." He told me, and smiled sleepily. 

"It was time I stood up for myself." I replied softly. He smiled even brighter than before and came closer to hug me.

"I'm proud of you." As he spoke those words, his body warmth enveloped me and healed me down to my soul. I was floating around in that sweet scent, in that homely feeling of security.

And I was once again reminded that Chan's hugs were indeed magical.

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[thecreelhouse]

I wanna get better

Paring: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: your mental and physical health issues are a struggle enough the way it is, and you never imagined locking down for safety in your own apartment would make it all worse. thankfully, your’re not in quarantine alone, and ride it out with your roommate/best friend, Steve Harrington. (AKA: self indulgent quarantine comfort fic that absolutely nobody asked for. modern!AU, obviously.)

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: depression, anxiety, chronic illness/pain, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts, lots of fluff n comfort to make up for it all though, I swear !!

A/N: hiiii! Long time no see!! I wrote this a week or two back (idk, time is fake anymore.). Read, or don’t, this was ultimately written as a way to keep busy when I was struggling recently. If you struggle with mental and/or physical issues, I see you, you’re not alone. Hang in there. I hope this brings some comfort to someone else, at least <3 the spoon theory is mentioned in this, and if you’re not familiar, I highly suggest looking it up. Enjoy!! (title is from ‘I wanna get better’ by bleachers!)

It’s spring. Still light out. Not sure on the exact day or the time, though. You lost your care and worries to keep track awhile ago, back when this whole pandemic started.

You’ve been in quarantine for at least a month now, maybe? Something like that. Sure. The entire world’s been on a lockdown; life actually came to a stop, something you’d never imagine actually bearing witness to.

To you, the quarantine was both a blessing and a curse. A blessed and cursed image. A “blursed image”, if you will. Blessing you with extra free time, time to be used on more sleep, more self care, more entertaining activities, less stress spent on your shitty job. A curse, because all this time on your hands, and you still couldn’t manage it properly, if even at all.

That couldn’t entirely be blamed on you and your procrastination; it stemmed from somewhere, after all. That source just happened to come in the all-too-common form of depression, anxiety, and chronic pain. So, your brand new free time was balanced between your moods and energy; how many spoons you had that day determined how your precious free time was spent.

“You wanna flip the record over or should I?”

Laying face up to the ceiling fan, you groaned, not wanting to get up from the floor cradling you and your drained weight.

“Is that your final answer?”

You tilted your head towards your best friend over on the couch, and pouted. “Maybe.”

Steve pushed himself off the cushion with a soft grunt, and dragged his feet across the floor, over your legs, and to the turntable. As he lifted the needle and flipped the record, he asked over his shoulder, “Low spork day?” Lowering the needle back down, the sounds of the B side of Jack’s Mannequin’s Everything In Transit continued softly through the speakers.

That misfired reference lifted a worn giggle from your lips. He tried, he really did. You tried teaching him the spoon theory ages ago, when you were first diagnosed. He got the concept, and that’s what mattered most.

“Sure, sporks. Close enough.” You said, smiling up at him as he began shuffling past you, heading towards his spot, but he stopped, reaching his hands out, grabbing yours. He gently began tugging you forward and up off the floor, something that felt like it was much harder than it should’ve.

Social distancing was supposed to be in place, sure, but the two of you weren’t as stuck on the specifics, being two now unemployed, long time best friends, who also happened to be roommates. At least neither of you were alone in this.

“Maybe you’d chin up a bit if we listened to some happier music.” He teased as you trudged over to the couch, flopping into the cozy, worn cushions. Steve sat next to you, pulling a blanket over the two of you. It’s always been like this, like clockwork, one comforts while the other works through the hurt. Lately, though, it’s been more suffering on your part than you wanted.

“Hey, I could’ve picked something much sadder than this.” You taunted back, tilting your head onto his shoulder, curling up into the safety of the comfort both Steve and the surroundings offered. “At least it’s catchy and upbeat. We could be crying to Phoebe Bridgers, or some shit.”

“You mean you could’ve been crying.” He countered again, pulling an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. You knew he was joking, but you didn’t have the energy to laugh along. You felt yourself spacing out, something you did when the pain, mental or physical, got too rough. If socially distancing counted in emotional ways, you’d be an Olympic medalist.

Steve noticed the beat of silence where you’d usually follow with more teasing his way, and nudged into you gently. “Hey, what’s up?”

You snorted at that. “You ask like life’s been eventful.”

“I mean, it has been, we’re living through shitty history, you know.” He said pointedly. “You have every right to feel whatever you’re feeling right now.”

You nodded, knowing of where the conversation was heading, but never being able to absorb the advice for yourself. It was always the same. Your feelings are valid, your pain is valid, you’re allowed to feel what you feel- only now, it was the quarantine edition.

“Yeah, nothing different, though.” You mumbled. “I just wanna sleep.”

“You always want to sleep. You’ve been sleeping too much lately. Maybe a trip the grocery store will help? Get up and out, stretch your legs.” He offered, knowing it wasn’t much, but something in times like this.

“They only want one person per trip anymore, remember?” You reminded him, and he groaned, nodding. “I’ll go tomorrow, or something. I know we’re low on some stuff. Just... tomorrow, okay?”

Steve sighed, letting the conversation go, not wanting to irritate you further. Your breathing fell in time with his, and the rhythm of that along with the music softly playing was enough to make your eyelids heavy. In no time, you felt the safety of your surroundings guide you into sleep.

———

“God dammit!”

The sounds of grumbles and cursing down the hall pulled you from your nap, eyes blurring out of focus as you looked around the room. It was dark and rainy out, now, and only a small lamp was on, dim, in the corner of the living room. You heard shuffling and frantic movements, and more cursing, and knitted your brows together in confusion.

“Steve?” You called out, throwing the blanket off your body and onto the floor as you pushed onto your feet, still feeling worn, but not as drained. Still, you let your feet drag across the floor as you slowly shuffled down the hall towards the noises. The door to your room was ajar, light pouring out into the hallway, the noises following out with it.

Peeking in, you saw Steve standing on your bed, jumping to touch the ceiling with one hand, and his phone in the other. You were only baffled further, tilting your head as you could only stare, focusing on what was in his hand; plastic glow stars.

You felt a smile curl up on the edge of your lips. Steve continued to bounce lightly on the bed, sticking the plastic stars against the ceiling as his hand got close enough to the surface. He wasn’t short by any means, but the ceilings in the apartment were just ridiculously tall.

Steve would glance at his phone every so often between placing stars; it held a photo of a constellation on the screen, and he was trying to copy it onto your ceiling. You felt something tug at your heart and pull laughter out from under the depression that laid deep in you. Startled, Steve jerked his head in your direction mid jump, and slipped, falling safely onto your bed.

“Wait! Don’t look yet!” He said, scrambling off the bed towards you, reaching out to cover your eyes with his palms. You laughed some more, pushing his hands away. “It was a surprise!”

“I already saw, you goof.” You admitted, laughter echoing out of you for longer than you expected. Steve couldn’t help smiling bashfully. “This might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me.”

“Yeah, well, we gotta let them charge up anyway, or they won’t glow later.” He said, shrugging off the blush creeping up his skin. “I was hoping you’d still be asleep so I could finish sticking them... but...”

“How long was I out for?” You asked, rubbing your eyes, and he spun you around, pushing you back out the door and down the hall.

“Four hours. Figured you needed the rest.” Steve answered, continuing to direct you down the hall and into the tiny kitchen, flipping the lights on. “So, I went to the store.”

“So... technically we should be social distancing... right?” You questioned, half joking, knowing you couldn’t keep apart from being glued to one another’s sides.

“If I get sick, I’m bringing you down with me. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.” He quipped back, shrugging again as he pushed past you to open a cupboard. With a dramatic wave of an arm, he showed off the spot where you both kept your cereal, and your eyes landed on a new box of Fruity Pebbles. Your absolute favorite.

“You didn’t.”

“I did. It’s not a lot, but I hope that and the stars make you sm-“

Energy rushed through you, and you pushed yourself towards Steve, hugging him tightly. It wasn’t a lot, no, but you didn’t need a lot, didn’t need grand gestures to know your best friend cared about you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled into his shoulder, feeling his arms wrap around you in return. Your heart fluttered, but you shoved the feeling aside, knowing this wasn’t a two way street. That’s how it’s always been.

“How’re you feeling?” Steve asked, voice soft and filled with concern. Always concerned. Always caring. That’s just him being your best friend, though. This is just how it’s always been.

“Better than earlier, still riding it out, though.” You admitted, still feeling the dull sting of sadness trying to creep back in. You pushed out of his grasp, not wanting to overstay your welcome in his arms. It’s always been this way. It is what it is. Always what it will be.

Brushing past the awkward energy that fell between you two, the night carried on as it’s been nearly every night now, watching comfort movies you’ve seen plenty of times before, catching way too many sea bass in Animal Crossing, and losing track of time trying to learn TikTok dances.

“How are you moving your arms that fast?” Steve questioned as he stared as you danced, completely lost on the first few moves. Somehow you had it more together than he did, which was saying a lot, considering how you physically felt most days.

“You dance like a dad, Steve.”

“I can’t move like these kids!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “They’re too bendy, like Gumbo.”

You stopped, glancing at him with raised brows, “.... you mean Gumby?”

Steve shook his head, putting his hands on his hips before insisting, “Uh, pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

Killing boredom continued in the form of a blanket fort competition, one you were certain you’d win, when your walls of soft, fuzzy blankets came crumpling down around and on top of you. Steve’s terribly muffled laughs echoed through the living room.

“What the fuck, Steve! That took me an hour!” You yelled, flailing through the pile of blankets. As you felt your face surface, something hit you square in the forehead, leaving a dull sting.

Your eyes crossed to glance up, noticing a goddamn nerf dart stuck to your skin. Your eyes slowly narrowed back to Steve, holding a nerf gun and grinning too confidently.

“I’ll kill you.” You hissed, half joking, but still pretty pissed about your fort.

“Good luck, Y/N.” He shrugged before tossing a nerf gun your way, and bolting down the hall. You tore your way out of the blanket pile, grabbing the nerf gun and chasing after him as best you could, before he slammed the door to his room, locking you out. You pounded your fists against the door.

“You’re a shithead!” You yelled, trying to hold back your laughter. “This isn’t fair! I’m siiiiick!”

“You don’t get to play that card in quarantine!” He yelled back through the door. You crossed your arms with a huff, and retreated back to your room, slamming the door behind you. You waited, ear pressed to the door’s surface, hoping to hear any movement, but no such luck.

Cracking your door open, you carefully peeked down the hall, only to see Steve doing the same from his room, holding his gun out towards you. You acted lightning fast, shooting first, nailing him in the nose before he could pull back.

Slamming your door, you yelled loudly, “Karma’s a bitch!”

Silence fell in the hallway for a few minutes, before stomping echoed through apartment, and your door was flung open, shoving you aside in shock.

Steve stood in the doorway with a pillow tied to his forehead with shoelaces, and another tied to his torso with a formal tie. You couldn’t help but choke on laughter at the sight of his homemade armor.

“What the fuck are you wearing, Harrington?”

“Go ‘head, shoot me, see what happens.” He laughed back, holding his nerf gun up in defense.

You held your laughter down for a moment. “I won’t hesitate, bitch.”

The Vine reference caught Steve off guard, causing him to laugh again, and you ran forward, pushing him aside and out of the doorway to make your escape.

“Unfair!” He called out as you ran to his room, slamming and locking the door behind you. Footsteps, then banging against the door followed, and you ignored it, bent over in pain from the quick movements.

“You can’t just lock me out of my own room!” He yelled like a child, and it pulled a smile out of you through the pain. Still, the room began to spin as your heart rate caught up to your body, delayed.

“Give me a sec’, I’m really dizzy here.” You managed to breathe out, just loud enough to be heard, as you started to sit on the floor, legs giving out as you got closer to the ground.

“Oh, wait, shit, you alright?” He asked, and you could hear plastic echoing off the floor in the hallway, before the doorknob began jiggling. “You’re not fuckin’ around, are you?”

As you laid on the floor, your ears began ringing and your vision tunneled, narrowing into a point in the ceiling above you. Your limbs felt fuzzy, like TV static. Still, in a shaky voice, you joked back. “F- fuck around and find out.”

Pushing past a snort, Steve yelled back, “Seriously, Y/N, are you on the floor at least?”

“You betcha’ bippy.” You answered back, breath shallow. This happened, this was normal, for you. This was life. Complicated definitions aside, your heart didn’t like to keep a proper heart rate, especially when you actually were active, or even just moving, really.

Between that and the mental health mess you dealt with, it was just a cycle of fuckery that kept you constantly in a struggle, one way or another. Over time you’ve learned to deal, but sometimes shit like this just happened. It wasn’t necessarily life threatening, but it certainly got in the way of things in life you once took for granted.

Through blurry vision, seeing double, you noticed Steve standing above you, and laughed weakly. “How’d you get in?” You hadn’t even heard the door open.

Steve, breathless and panicked, crouched down closer, feeling your forehead for a fever. “Robin showed me how to open doors with Bobby pins forever ago. Found some in your room.”

You pushed his hand off your skin. “I’m not infected, idiot. Just give me a second.”

“You sure? I- I just wanna be sure, that you’re okay, and stuff, better safe than sorry.” He stumbled over his words; over-explaining would be where he won his Olympic medals, that’s for sure.

Eyes shutting, you nodded, feeling drained, more than earlier. Like any and all energy had been shoved out of your body. “I promise I’m okay. Just the usual tachycardia nonsense. Not dying. Not sick-sick, okay?”

“Right. Yeah. Of course.” He said, biting his lip, glancing down in worry. He shifted himself to lay down on the floor next to you. “I’m just... gonna hang here. Until you’re okay. I left the nerf gun in the hall.”

“I heard it drop, but I appreciate the reassurance.” You replied, eyes closed still, but at least the rapid heartbeat and ringing in your ears had finally begun to quiet down. Your heavy breaths began to slow, too, feeling more normal again. Steve gently laced his fingers between yours, catching you off guard. “I’m not dying, I told you. Chill.”

“I know... it just... you just...”

“Spit it out, dork.” You joked, and he sighed.

“You scare me sometimes.” He replied, voice just above a whisper. He rushed to correct himself. “Not- not like you, so much. Well... maybe, sometimes, first time we met I was scared shitless because of you-“

“Get to the point, Harrington.” You laughed, softly squeezing his hand, reassuring him to continue.

“I’m scared I’ll lose you to any of this shit.” He breathed, and your eyes shot open, carefully turning to glance at him. “You’ve got so much to worry about, and you’re strong, but it doesn’t mean I don’t worry that it’ll break you someday.”

Rolling over onto your stomach, you propped yourself up on your elbows, staring down at Steve. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere. You know that, right?”

Steve looked away, and you could swear you saw a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. “Sometimes you don’t get out of bed for a long time. Sometimes you’re in so much pain you can’t even walk properly. Sometimes your thoughts are so rotten to you, and I wish I could, like, punch them, or some shit... I don’t know.” He sighed deeply before shutting his eyes tight. “You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to lose you to any of this. To anything, ever.”

“Well, you know we all die someday, right?” You said, and he opened his eyes to roll them at you. “Seriously, I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry for alarming you. This whole pandemic bullshit has me-“

“Don’t say it-“

“- Upside down, sorry.” You finished, cringing, but a smile curled at the edge of your lips. “It’s true, though. It’s magnified all my bullshit by ten times, at least. I’ll admit, I haven’t been doing the best with self care to make sure it gets any better.”

“Why won’t you let me help?” Steve asked, and it freezes your entire body up.

“Because everyone else has their own shit going on, including you. Why would I burden you with even more nonsense?” You replied, wanting to drop the subject. “I let you distract me with silly things, and that’s already much more than you need to do for me.”

Steve sat up a bit, leaning back on his elbows, looking you dead in the eye. “I hear you crying at night sometimes. You don’t tell me anything anymore. Distractions only help so much. Why won’t you talk to me? To somebody? Anybody?”

You shifted, pulling your knees to your chest and rested your chin onto the tops of them, ignoring the tears trying to break. “This whole thing has me exhausted, and I feel guilty. I don’t have a reason to feel drained. Not a real reason. I don’t fight this thing on the frontlines. I’m unemployed but safe at home, how the hell can I justify telling you or anybody else that I’m so tired, and I just don’t want to be here anymore?”

As silence followed, Steve’s eyes grew wide at your confession, and you couldn’t stomach the guilt you felt for already admitting this, looking away. Steve shifted to sit closer to you, and immediately pulled his arms around you, hands reaching up to cradle the back of your head and thread through your hair.

“Your reasons for feeling so drained and tired are valid.” He affirmed, voice shaking as he spoke into your ear. You felt the tears finally break and slip down your face. “You have literal medical reasons as to why you feel that way, and that’s okay. Staying home is also a big fight, and it’s hard on a lot of us. It’s hard on me too.”

You pulled back to look at him, and saw Steve’s eyes were red and holding back tears.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could manage to get out, and Steve shook his head.

“Don’t be. I just don’t want to lose you. I love you, you know?” He said, rubbing the tears out of his eyes, before holding you again. “You know I wouldn’t want to be in this stupid quarantine with anyone else, right? All the awful shit aside, spending this time with you has been some of my favorite memories we have together.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause we live together, but I love you too.” You snorted, and he shook his head again.

“No,” Steve shut his eyes quickly before looking back at you. “I mean I love you. ... I’m sorry the timing’s shit. I just hate that you feel like you have to fight this alone, when I’m here for you as a best friend, at the least.”

Your heart dropped and eyes grew wide. “You... you what?”

“Sorry- shit. Fuck. That was really bad timing, I’m sorry, Y/N-“

“My ears stopped ringing a few minutes ago... did you really say that?” You asked, stunned.

Steve’s eyes darted away and back to yours, “.... Maybe. Unless it’s gonna make our friendship weird, in which case-”

“Steve.”

“- we don’t have to talk about this, I don’t want quarantine to get even weirder because of what I said, in fact, we could just forget-“

“Steve.”

“- my timing was probably super selfish anyw-“

“Oh, my god, you never shut up do you?” You grumbled as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling the two of you closer together. Your lips landed on his, quickly bringing his verbal train of thought to a halt. Surprised, he froze for a moment, before softly moving his lips against yours, smiling through the kiss. You pulled back, heart pounding and thoughts buzzing in a blissed-out daze.

“I should ramble more often.” Steve mumbled, blushing, and you giggled, leaning forward to kiss him again, soft and slow.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” You mumbled against his lips in between kisses. “I love you, too.”

Steve pulled away, overwhelmed with happiness, scrambling to his feet before taking your hands and gently pulling you up and off the floor. “When this is all over, I’m taking you on a real date. I mean it. Anywhere you wanna go, we’re going.”

“Even Disney World?” You joked, and he snorted.

“Maybe on the second date.” He joked back, hands steadying you, making sure your balance was normal again. “You good? You okay, or do you need to lay back down?”

“Hm, maybe... I got an idea for that first date.” You said, smirking, before tugging Steve along as you walked back to your room. You pulled him into bed, and shut the lamp off, letting the plastic glow stars illuminate the room softly. You noticed the constellations he put up were the two of your zodiac signs.

“You’re such a cheeseball.” You teased, climbing under the covers, and pulling him towards you. Steve climbed in next to you, shrugging with a laugh.

“You love it.” He teased back, curling his arms around you. The two of you molded together, cuddled up as you always have. It’s always been this way, and you realize now things can stay the same and transform all at once, and that’s okay. It’s always been this way, and that’s okay.

“Yeah, I really do.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his jawline before snuggling closer into him, gazing up at the handmade starry night hanging over the two of you. “I really, really do.”

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Back to You | 11

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Timothee Chalamet

A/N: Surprise! I got pretty motivated to finish this chapter after seeing that ask LOL. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this. I feel like even though there were a lot of Tom moments in here, I still feel like Timothee completely stole the show. As usual, leave your comments and asks! I love interacting with you guys! <3

Word count: 3,676

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 |

Timothee was going on about the rivers in lakes in Italy, you'd cut in and said that Tom would've liked it here as well but despite being part of the conversation, your head was definitely out of it. Between getting inside and walking over to the table, something has happened between the two.

Tom would tell you soon enough. He always did. Tom signs the receipt getting his credit card back as you all get up to leave through the back door.

"Mate, I heard Italy has some pretty fancy shops for clothes and I mean shops, not like malls or anything like that." Haz is focused completely on Timothee.

Timothee laughs nervously, shrugging, “Yeah, I think I could.” He says hesitantly, “Y/N and I have been-”

Tom cuts in quickly, “Shit, I’m so full, that I need to walk it off-”

“Then we can head there by walking.” Timothee snaps instantly.

You clear your throat, “That’s okay. Uh, how about you take Haz to go shopping and I can walk around with Tom and we can go to some bar to digest the day and talk some more?”

Timothee’s shoulders relax a bit but they still seem somewhat tense, he runs a hand through his hair, “Yeah, that sounds fine.”

It definitely didn’t sound fine from the way he said it, but if you were being honest it was time to really get to talk with Tom maybe finally rip off the bandaid and get the closure Troye’s been pushing you to get.

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You’re wearing your long black coat, Tom in his tan jacket as you two walk along the sidewalk don’t hear any flashes which is always a good sign that nobody was following you but in this business you could never be too sure.

Tom has his hands in his pockets as you two walk, he looks down at the sidewalk.

“So, how long are you guys staying in town?” You speak up.

He looks over at you, grinning before looking down, “We were gonna stay here for a week but due to… complications, we might leave tomorrow.” He sighs.

You stopped walking, “Was it because of whatever happened before you two got to the table?” You subconsciously start biting the bottom of your lip and pulling off the dried skin.

He blinks a few times, sighing, and reaching over to pull down the skin between your chin and bottom lip, “It’s nothing, okay? It’s fine. I’m just being a big baby. Stop worrying now.”

It goes silent once again, Tom has never deflected you like that, he’s always been straightforward, especially when you started asking questions.

You clear your throat, “I’m actually quite glad we got this time together, Tom. I wanted to talk to you about a few things.”

The pace you two had naturally set was slow but as soon as you finished talking, it got even slower as Tom waited for you to speak.

“We were together for 3 years, Tom.” You thought you could do it but you feel the words slither back into your throat, if this happened, he’d be gone., what the two of you had would be gone.

He sighs, “3 years madly in love.” He wipes something along his eyes, if you knew any better you’d think he was crying, “And I fucked it all up.” 

You stay silent as he continues, “I’m sorry I’m-I- I’m sorry I fucked us up, Y/N. If I could go back, I’d do so many things different, I’d love you how you deserved, I’d never leave you, and we would be so happy together.”

“It’s in the past Tom.”

He runs a hand through his hair, “And now, you’re moving on right?” He smiles sadly and you furrow your eyebrows, just exactly what happened between him and TImothee?

You stay silent so he continues, “I-I thought if I came back here, it would fix things between us. But seeing you here, I can’t tell anymore if you’re truly happy with him or you’d be better off with me.”

You look down feeling the tears stinging your eyes, he couldn’t read you not because you two were different now but because you yourself didn’t even know.

“Maybe you can help me understand, Tom.” He halts, the time suddenly stopping between the two of you, “A walk down memory lane, like a date. No, exactly like a date, just the two of us.”

Tom’s face breaks out in a huge grin, “Y-yeah, I’d like that.”

Were you ready to forgive him? Absolutely, there was too much history and love between the two of you not to, does this mean you two were getting back together? Not exactly. There still existed the Timothee of it all. You had to understand what you wanted, whether it’s to be with Tom or to be with Timothee. This whole time you’ve been with Timothee but this may be the only time you have to spend it with Tom. You grab your phone, sending a quick text to Timothee.

To: Timmy T

19:35

‘Hey, change of plans. I gotta cancel something kind of important happened, don’t wait up, I’ve got spare keys and I can just take an uber back.’

Not even 2 minutes later you have a reply.

Fr: Timmy T

19:36

‘It’s fine. :)’

Maybe you should have called. But maybe you shouldn’t, maybe hearing Timothee’s voice would completely change your mind.

Tom holds out his hand, waiting for you to take it, “Come on.” He looks excited as he talks nonstop, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this, “We could go to the bookstore at the corner of the street, and then we could go to some small time art galleries, maybe look for some museums, or maybe we could go to the local library if they’re still open, and we could go walking along my some docks or the beach and then we could go to a cafe or something!”

He barely catches his breath but you’re giggling at him, it was funny how easy you two could turn it back on, being together like this, like no time had passed but in all reality it’s been at least 8 months since the detonation of your relationship.

“We could go to some-ugh I don’t even think they play soccer here.” You laugh, “How about instead of a cafe, we go to a sports bar or something.”

He shakes his head, swinging your intertwined hands together, “No, no way you hate those kinds of places, you like laid back places.”

You smile to yourself, “How about a lounge bar?”

Tom chuckled, “We’re not THAT old, Y/N.”

You laugh with him, “Alright, then let’s go to an old fashioned Dive Bar.”

He stays silent, smiling over at you and nodding, “But first the book store, art gallery, and pier.”

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You walk through the aisles and aisles of books in a tiny antique book store you both had found as Tom looks around as well but he wasn’t fooling anyone, he didn’t go to places like these, not a bookstore, not art galleries, not museums, but he’d always been willing as long as it made you happy.

You grab a book, on art, and walking over to the cashier and paying for the book. You grab the receipt and walk over to a sofa where as per tradition you would read a portion of the book, “This is perfect since we’re going to an art gallery after.” you grin at the approaching Tom.

As you sit there and read, you feel the familiar gaze, Tom’s eyes going soft as he watched your eyes follow the lines on the book and as you turned the page, slowly nodding when you agreed with something written in the book on how impressionism was an art style too sophisticated for its time. This was what Tom loved to do, watch you while you had the time of your life, as your eyes come alive as the minutes go by.

By the time you reached page 20, you stand up, ready to leave and Tom grabs your coat from the coat hanger and holds it open for you as you slide your arms inside.

“I found a spot in town where there are a bunch of local art galleries like maybe three to four, we could go there.” He suggests, “But it’s a 25 minute walk from here, does that sound okay to you?”

Tom takes the book from your hand, holding it for you as you open the door to the outside and the bell dings.

You nod, “That sounds great.” You put your hands in your coat pockets.

You look at the ground while walking, then over at Tom, “So, how much longer are you playing Spiderman?” You smile hopefully.

He grins, but there’s a gleam in his eyes, “I don’t really know, to be honest. A lot of things are happening right now and everything is changing-if I’m being completely honest, I’m at the end of the rope here.” He looks over at you a glaze going over his eyes, “But if things were to happen that would make me end my career as him, it’d be worth it.”

He looks around, a quiet neighborhood where locals probably recognized you but didn’t disturb you two at all except for a few kids who wanted Spiderman’s autograph.

“It’s quiet here.” He points out.

“I know right?” You look around, “It’s peaceful and away from everything else.”

He kicked a pebble off of the sidewalk, “Looks like a place people who want a quiet life could settle down in, huh?”

You blink a few times, “Yeah, well a quiet life would never cut it for you.”

“That’s not true.” He slows his pace, “As long as I’m with you, I’d be happy with what I get, whether that’s glitz and glamor, or a quiet life in a quiet town where nobody knew us.” He lets out a breath, “In fact it sounds amazing, but only if it’s with you.”

You’d thought about it before, for sure you have. Leaving all of this behind, getting married, starting a family with Tom, getting another dog maybe, and having two kids who yo two would love dearly, a white picket fence, a backyard maybe with a pool still very debatable, a grassy area where the kids could play and run around with the dogs, Tom could build them a treehouse where you two could come up in on Tuesdays to have dinner there, but Tom would obviously always be up there having tea parties with your daughter every chance he could.

You shake your head, that was a dream, a fantasy. This was reality, “That sounds amazing.” You smile at what could have been-what could still be.

“Aw, shoot. I was really banking on the library next door to be open.” He pouts.

You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand to pull him along to the gallery next door.

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*click*

You laugh, “Tom, that’s the 10th picture you’ve taken of me.”

He looks at the picture with adoration in his eyes, a shot of you catching him mid photograph as you hold you your hand in front of you, your arm outstretched while in the middle of a laugh, “And I’ll treasure it always.” He says as he sets it as his wallpaper and lockscreen.

You hum, “I think there’s a beach around here if we go straight.” you two begin walking and 10 minute later your feet are already sinking in the sand.

“Here.” He kneels down and unbuckles your high heels for you, holding them in his hands, you two walk along the shore, hand in hand, the beach at night wasn’t exactly a view, but you were here with Tom, teasing the idea that maybe you two could get back together.

You suddenly blurt out laughing, “I’m sorry… but I understand why walks on the beach are for sunsets.” 

He squeezes your hand, “Not true, it’s quiet and it’s like the whole world is asleep and it’s just us who exist.” He looks over at you, “I love the beach at night, it makes me feel that much more closer to you.”

He looks down at the shore, getting both of your feet wet, “You know, sometimes I wish I could just end it all- I mean this whole life, just leave and never come back, just disappear, and I’ve never said it out loud, but saying it just now, made me realize how sick I am of hollywood and fucking producers and filming.

“Everyone’s asleep, Tom. Scream out into the void.” You gesture towards the ocean.

He nods, soundlessly, taking a deep breath, “I WISH I COULD LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND AND START A NEW LIFE!” He takes a deep breath, “I WANT A FAMILY! I WANT TO LIVE WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!”

You feel your eyes start to water, as Tom finally gives himself the chance to be honest, and you take a deep breath too, “I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY!” you take deep breaths as you wipe your eyes, the tears already starting to fall.

He takes your hand, as the two of you leave the beach barefoot and feeling like a heavy weight has been lifted.

His eyes are on the ground as he refuses to look anywhere but, “Do you think you could be happy with me?” 

You nod, “Of course I could be, Tom.” You squeeze his hand.

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The two of you walk through the entrance of a Dive bar, a pretty quiet night with a few locals around, the stage was empty, and it was a little past 1, you two go straight to the bar, knowing Tom liked sitting at the bar, because it made you two that much closer.

“Hi” Tom waves down the bartender, “Could I get a draft beer and some white wine maybe?”

He nods quietly and serves your drinks, but instead of going away, he lingers, looking at the two of you.

“I’m sorry, I know this is your personal time, but aren’t you the Spiderman kid?”

Tom nods enthusiastically, and you admire him. He loved being Spiderman, even if he does complain about it, he loves being Spiderman, being able to be a superhero to kids, and just bringing the role to life.

The bartender turns to you, “And you’re Y/N! Aw man!”

You nod shyly, “Yeah.” You smile, “I didn’t think you’d know me. It’s usually him, who get recognized here.”

He grabs his head, “How could I not recognize you?! I’m a huge fan! I even buy your albums even though CDs are obsolete!”

You giggle at the bartender seeing as he was a pretty big buff guy with arm tattoos, “Well, I’m glad you love my music.”

He nods, “Yeah, completely, I’ve been waiting for your album for a while now, ever since you announced it on Ellen!”

Your face falls,”Well, I’m a bit stuck in this place. Maybe a few songs to go before we can get to editing and rearranging it.” You feel a weight off your heart, scared that maybe nobody would listen to your albums, “You should give me your name, number, and address and I’ll be sure you get one of the first few copies.”

He grabbed a napkin, writing down his details quickly, “Jesus Christ, this is crazy, I never would have thought I’d get to meet you! I’m Sal! I mean, I’ve never been outside of the country and this is a dying bar, as you can see.” He suddenly looks like he got a great idea, “Wait, how about you perform? Maybe bring in a few locals or a few tourists, I used to play your songs, but people started to want live music and nobody really comes here to sing, so maybe you could perform a song off an old album, maybe?” He looks so nervous to even ask you that you can’t help but accept.

You get up off the stool, Tom immediately grabbing your wrist,”Are you sure? Are you good to perform?” You give him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine, Tom. He’s a big fan, if I can help him in any way possible, I should do it.”

You plug your phone into the aux cord and approach the mic, “Sal over there, says he’s a big fan of mine, and he asked me to play an old song... “ You look over at Tom, who had his arms crossed, a nervous look on his face, “But how about I play a song nobody has ever heard before, one I wrote about a year ago about the person who was my whole world. This is called Clementine”

Tom’s eyes widen as he sits up straight, trying to get a good listen as Sal takes out his phone to record. You press the play button on your phone for the music to start and you begin singing.

I'd like to tell you that my sky's not blue, it's violent rain

And in my world, the people on the street don't know my name

In my world, I'm seven feet tall

And the boys always call, and the girls do too

Because in my world, I'm constantly, constantly havin' a breakthrough (hmm)

Or a breakdown, or a blackout

Would you make out with me underneath the shelter of the balcony?

'Cause I don't need anyone

I don't need anyone

I just need everyone and then some

 You spot the entrance where more and more people were piling inside, as Tom grasped his hands together tightly, his eyes never leaving you.

 I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I just need everyone and then some (I just need everyone and then some)

Wish I could see what it's like to be the blood in my veins

Do the insides of all of my fingers still look the same?

And can you feel it too, when I am touchin' you?

And when my hair stands on ends, it's saluting you

The blush in your cheeks says that you bleed like me

And the 808 beat sends your heart to your feet

Left my shoes in the street so you'd carry me

Through a breakdown

Through a breakdown or a blackout

Would you make out with me on the floor of the mezzanine?

'Cause I don't need anyone

I don't need anyone

I just need everyone and then some

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I just need everyone and then some (I just need everyone and then some)

My face is full of spiderwebs, all tender yellow blue

And still with one eye open, well, all I see is you

I left my daydreams at the gate because I just can't take 'em too

Know my heart still has a suitcase, but I still can't take it through

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I just need everyone and then some

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I just need everyone and then some (I just need everyone and then some)

I don't need anyone

I don't need anyone

I just need everyone and then some

Oh-mmm, oh-mmm (yep)

The bar was pretty full now, couples littered around and a number of people crowded around the bar trying to get their orders, and it hits you like a truck, you can’t breathe and you’re gasping for air but you can’t show all these people this side of you. Tom rushes over to your side, grabbing your hand and pulling you along, you feel slightly better as he brings you to a less crowded part of the bar, “Maybe we should get you home.” He looks around, worried, “I already booked an uber so you could get some rest while we’re on the way home.”

You nod, following after him and telling Sal you’d be sure to visit again before you left Italy.

Getting in the Uber, you rest your head on your shoulder, as you drift off to sleep, Tom’s finger tracing circles on the back of you hand.

_______________________________________________________________

You two were standing in front of the gate, it was like Tom wanted to say something. It was like something changed in that dive bar, what you wanted became a little clearer to you but you had to think about this, you had to prove what you were thinking was right.

You hold Tom’s hands in yours, “Tom, would it be fine if I tell you what I’ve decided tomorrow?” You bit your lip, “I just don’t think making my mind up in the moment is the right thing to do, maybe a good’s night sleep would help me think.”

He nods reassuringly, “Of course, Y/N that’s completely fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leans over, giving you a shy kiss on the lips before backing away, unwilling to turn his back on you while he waits for you to get inside.

_______________________________________________________________

When you get inside, the house is dark, the only light coming from the tv, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before playing on Netflix. You approach the couch to turn off the tv but you’re shocked to find Timothee laying on the couch, popcorn bowl untouched a he snored lightly, you shuffle over to the tv, but he stirs in his sleep.

“Oh, hey you.” He looks deadass tired with his eyes half open but he smiles groggily at you, “Did you just get in?”

You nod silently, “Were you waiting for me?” 

He stays quiet, “Well, what if you lost your keys? How could I expect you to climb over the gate and into the house?”

You smile at him, “That sofa can’t be comfortable to sleep on all night.”

He shrugs, “Well, if I didn’t who else would save you in your time of need?” He scoots over, patting the sofa next to him, “Wanna watch some Peter K with me?”

You feel a comfort in your heart, unknowingly nodding, “Yeah, I’d like that.” This was you being completely honest with Timothee, you think you knew what you wanted but you couldn’t decide on that in the heat of the moment.

You sit next to him, getting comfortable and before you know it, you lean into his shoulder, falling asleep.

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #timothee #timothee chalamet #back to you #spidxysense #tom x reader #tom holland x reader #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet x reader

[purplesurveys]

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1. Five facts about your current relationship OR five facts about your single life.

a) I haven’t been truly single in...around 6 years, so it’s been a bit of an adjustment.

b) It was my last day as an intern yesterday (but they hired me, so I’m staying after all, haha) and since I’ve felt like I gained a family in the last two months, I thought it would be okay to give professionalism a break and share what had actually been going on with me on my first day on the job, aka when the breakup was still fresh and I was still figuring out how to function all over again. It unsurprisingly surprised everyone and my superior said something like, “Omg it’s the [company name] curse; it’s so strong it broke you guys up before you even got hired” which got a laugh out of me.

c) I’m not interested in seeing other people.

d) Probably wouldn’t be, for a long time. My trust has been irreparably broken.

e) Seeing couples in public has now become annoying. I’m happy for them, but it’s still annoying.

2. Five facts about a past relationship.

a) I’ve known her since kindergarten, but we didn’t become friends till 7th grade and didn’t start dating until junior year of high school.

b) We were legal with her family and her parents loved me and I them. On the other hand, I was never able to come out to my family because she broke up with me before I could be able to do so.

c) She introduced me to vaping.

d) We were never able to truly travel together, which we always planned to do after graduating. The farthest we reached was Batangas.

e) She never knew where she wanted to eat whenever we were out, so I was mostly the one who decided which restaurant we were going to have lunch or dinner in.

3. Five facts about your mother.

a) She has always worked in hotels, which is great because it has always allowed us to get room and buffet discounts, heh.

b) Her family (aka my grandparents, her, and my uncles) struggled financially for a little bit when my grandpa lost his job when she was in college. When her friends would go to fast-food restaurants, my mom would always decline, saying she had schoolwork to finish. In reality she just couldn’t afford anything, and the only money she held was for public transport.

c) She is a little childish considering her age, and I cannot stand her petty tantrums. She was childish even when I was a kid, and I believe my emotional well-being suffered because of that.

d) She has a high pain tolerance and the only time I’ve seen her struggle was when she was getting a tattoo on the back of her shoulder.

e) She is also extremely religious and it especially grinds my gears when she gets hypocritical about it, which is just about all the time.

4. Five facts about your father.

a) He has only ever dated my mom.

b) He grew up extremely poor and at some point his parents actually stopped being able to afford his tuition. Instead of being kicked out, a few nuns who served in the school paid my grandparents a visit and told them my dad would be given a scholarship since he had good grades and it would have been a waste if he got expelled.

c) He was a dancer in high school, knows how to play the guitar, and he also apparently knows how to draw very well. There’s a lot I don’t know about him, considering he has worked abroad my whole life.

d) He breaks or loses his reading glasses once every few months. I know which parent I definitely take after.

e) I have never seen him cry.

5. Five facts about your sibling. If you have more than one, pick one. Or do them all!

a) She had problems crying in school until she was in around 2nd or 3rd grade.

b) She’s in college and is currently taking up digital filmmaking.

c) She’s the biggest introvert I know. I’ve never seen her be willing to do anything silly; not even with her friends.

d) She can’t handle spicy food.

e) Her main interests have shifted from Harry Potter, to One Direction, to 5SOS, and now K-pop. I believe she’s into Seventeen the most.

6. Five facts about your town.

a) The upper part of the city offers amazing views of the Metro Manila skyline, which has recently made the place a kinda popular nightlife destination.

b) There’s a lot of hidden gem restaurants here but because most people spend more time complaining about how far my city is and how difficult it is to get to than actually just making the damn ride over here, the restaurants stay hidden and uncrowded. Their loss.

c) Used to be massively underdeveloped for most of my childhood and teenage years. Now there are several malls and I can easily go to a McDonald’s, Burger King, and Starbucks right outside our village.

d) Because you basically have to drive through a mountain to get to the upper part of the city, it’s not the safest highway and fatal crashes are unfortunately common.

e) The city is known for its suman, except I hate Filipino rice cakes and this actually doesn’t do anything for me.

7. Five facts about your house.

a)  It used to have a balcony until we had that transformed into another bedroom. So technically it is still a balcony; it just hasn’t had that purpose for a while now.

b) My mom used a little cheat in our dining room and installed a huge wall mirror. Most people visiting for the first time always note how much larger it made the room (and thus the house) look.

c) I live in a neighborhood where the houses are of the same model and look (think the Squidville episode from Spongebob). That said, balconies are included in all properties. When my parents decided to renovate ours and turn it into a room, so many houses slowly followed suit as well. It was amusing to see it unfold, knowing the idea undoubtedly originated from us. It was like a revolution.

d) We don’t have a gate, which irritates me to no end because it allows noisy neighborhood kids to just march and run around our property. Sometimes they even make it to our carport and backyard, ugh. :(

e) Speaking of backyard, the landscaping for it used to be a pebble mosaic designed to look like a swan. But over the years the quality deteriorated, so my parents to opted to have the pebbles crushed into tiny rocks and embedded onto the ground. I don’t exactly know what this technique is called, but yeah.

8. Five facts about your niece or nephew. If you have more than one, pick one. Or do them all! Skip if you don’t have one. I don’t have any, but I do have a godson so I’m going with him as I don’t want to leave any section blank.

a) He was born sometime in December. I honestly don’t remember when, loooooool. Worst godmother ever.

b) He’s actually one of my first cousins, but I guess my aunt saw something in me and wanted me to be his godson. I’ve been a terrible one, though; I’ve never bought him gifts or money or anything – to be fair, I was made a ninang when I was like, 14 or 15 lmao.  But I can definitely make up for it now that I’m starting to earn my own money.

c) He’s the calmer, sweeter version of his older brother. His kuya was a pretty naughty kid when he was his age.

d) He mainly speaks English, as how most younger parents raise their kids these days. He understands Filipino of course, but he mostly communicates in English.

e) The last time I saw him, he was in the middle of a ridiculously adorable interviewing phase where he’d approach anyone in the family and start asking them a series of questions: what’s your favorite color? What food can’t you live without? What’s your favorite subject in school? Would you rather win $1 million dollars or know how to fly? It typically got exhausting after the 25th question, but it was so cute nonetheless. None of us have any idea where it came from.

9. Five facts about your education.

a) I went to a private, all-girls, Catholic school from kinder up to high school, and then moved to a public, co-educational, non-sectarian university for college. It was the very epitome of culture shock, lemme tell ya.

b) Some classes I had in my first school that might be uncommon in others have included penmanship (because my school has its own brand of cursive), environmental education, and I don’t remember what this next class was called anymore but we were basically taught how to write professionally? Like how to write cover letters and resumés and all.

c) My first school is extremely homophobic and went so far as to ‘hire’ spies  tasked to check up on who’s been in same-sex relationships, list them all down, and report them to the guidance office so that they can be called one by one and be interrogated, and for the most part, pressured to come out. I don’t know if they still do this, but the younger batches are definitely more vocal and woke now thanks to social media and I doubt those practices would still fly today.

d) My university education was a breath of fresh air. Suddenly people were wearing sleeveless tops, mobs and rallies were a common sight to me, and my instructors were now atheist and not shoving Catholicism and Jesus and salvation down my throat. I loved every single day of it.

e) The most interesting class I took in college was a course called Pornography in Electronic Media, under the broadcast communication department. Getting to tell people I take a class where we sit down to watch porn was such a fucking ride.

10. Five facts about your job.

a) I got hired last Wednesday, but I had been interning for the company for around two months before they extended the offer.

b) I’m pretty much gonna be doing the same things I did as an intern, except I’m now accountable for any boo-boos I make HAHAHAHA. Also, I’m gonna be paid a lot more, obviously, which is sweet. I really thought we interns were severely underpaid considering the work that we help with on a daily basis.

c) My role is going to be with another department which is a little scary because it means the things I learned with the department I actually interned at will be pretty much useless. I’ll be starting from scratch again, but I’m still excited.

d) It’s a work-from-home situation, which is a relief for me because I don’t have to wake up early and I don’t have to face traffic. 

e) My job interview for the position was actually a bit of a bomb because I absolutely fumbled with and messed up the first question I was asked; and since first impressions matter, I really thought I lost the gig from the very start of the interview. I made up for it as the interview continued and fortunately was able to break the ice and build a rapport with the team members who spoke with me, and I guess I did enough for them to want to take me in anyway.

For those who are curious, I blanked the fuck out when they asked “Tell me something about yourself that isn’t in your resumé.” Slowest 15 seconds of my life.

#survey #surveys

[softsichenghours]

just like in highschool {n.y}

summary: in which it’s been five years since you’ve seen your highschool sweetheart, nakamoto yuta. that is, until your dreaded highschool reunion.

word count: 4.8k 

you sighed as you turned off the engine in the driveway of your best friend’s house. it had been five years since you had been in your hometown, and you weren’t planning on going back anytime soon, until you got the news of your highschool reunion. it had been only five years since you graduated and moved away promptly, but a few of your classmates had put together a reunion. you supposed if you attended this one, you wouldn’t be obliged to attend the rest in years to come. 

your parents had since moved out of your hometown, and you would rather stay with your best friend, ellie, instead of staying with distant relatives or in a hotel. but you still found yourself stalling for time by sitting in the parked car and staring at her house. it was the house she grew up in and it was passed down to her when her parents also moved away, so you knew it well.

you knew you had to face the music sometime, so you took a deep breath and grabbed your bag from the backseat before exiting your car. you walked up to her front door and rang the doorbell, hearing excited footsteps scatter to the door. 

“y/n!” taeyong said excitedly, pulling you into a bear hug. you couldn’t help but laugh at the same silliness your best friends fiance still had five years since you had last seen him. you got a good look at him when he finally pulled away from you. he had gotten more handsome, which you thought was nearly impossible for taeyong. even in highschool he was a heartthrob, but he had much more of a boyish look back then. 

“you’re looking great. come in.” he beamed.

“you are too.” you chuckled, taking a step into their home. it had barely changed since you were younger.  “where’s–” before you could finish your thought, you heard a voice yell from upstairs.  

“is that y/n?” ellie called. before taeyong could tell her that it was in fact you, she was barrelling down the stairs as fast as her tiny legs could carry her and crushing you in a hug. 

“hey, you have to be careful!” taeyong laughed, but she didn’t listen. as soon as she took a step back from you, she was asking you questions at a rapid fire speed. 

“why haven’t you come to visit any sooner? how are you doing at your job? is there anyone special yet?” she wiggled her eyebrows with her last question. 

“1. i haven’t had the time, 2. it’s good, and 3. no. there’s no one yet.”

“so, who else is still around?” you questioned as you sat around after dinner that night, sipping on your glass of wine. “just you guys?” 

“us, jeonghan, nayeon…that’s about it. johnny lives in the town over now, but he’ll be here for the reunion.” taeyong explained, looking at ellie to make sure he didn’t miss anyone. 

“yeah, that’s really it…” she sighed.

“oh! and yuta will be here, too. he flies in tomorrow.” taeyong added. 

yuta. 

“what even goes on with him anymore?” ellie questioned, leaning back on the couch. 

“i don’t know, i haven’t talked to the guy since graduation. i don’t think anyone has. he’s a singer, i think.” 

“i heard he got divorced from asami recently. like, within the past year.” ellie mentioned. 

“really? i thought they would be together forever.” taeyong pondered. you kept out of the conversation, not being able to open your mouth to speak about him. 

“no, i followed her on social media, and they didn’t really seem happy.”

“how long were they married?” taeyong raised an eyebrow, finishing the last of his wine.

“gosh, it must’ve been…three years? or it would’ve been three years. they got married when they were around 19.”

ellie must have noticed how quiet you were, and quickly changed the topic. she knew about what went on between you and yuta back in highschool. you wished you had forgotten.

you thought you weren’t ready to face everyone from home, but you definitely weren’t ready to face yuta. that’s why when he walked into the restaurant you were eating at the next night with ellie, taeyong and johnny, you almost choked on your water. you froze, memories coming back to you all at once. 

“yuta, over here!” ellie called, waving him over. he seemed different, but so the same as he sauntered over. he even looked different. if you had thought taeyong had gotten more attractive, it was nothing compared to yuta. he had matured a lot, and looked like a man now, not the geeky teenager you knew. you noticed his long hair was dyed red and half of it was tied up in a small bun and that his eyes still looked like they held all the stars in the sky. 

as he sat down next to taeyong, his eyes met yours. in that moment, it was like you were both saying a thousand words to each other. in that moment, you both knew. 

nakamoto yuta wasn’t satisfied with his life. after his divorce, he felt like a piece of him was missing. maybe it was his ex-wife, asami, maybe it was just her company and love. he tried to fill the hole with his career, playing small shows and writing songs. but at the end of the day, he still came home to an empty apartment. that’s why when he heard about the reunion, he knew he had to go. he wanted to see all his friends from highschool and hopefully reconnect with them. you had crossed his mind many times, but he never expected you to show up. that’s why when his eyes met yours for the first time after five years, he knew. 

when you had all finished your meals, johnny was the first to start a conversation. 

“so yuta, how’s the singing career going?” he questioned, a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice. 

“it’s– going,” he laughed. “i play a few small gigs at bars and local festivals every now and then. i think i have more songs than i’ll ever need.” 

“you’ll get your recognition one day, man. just keep at it.” taeyong reassured. 

“what about you, y/n? what do you do now?” johnny questioned you next. 

“um,” you thought about what you did, working as the senior vice president of an accounting company. “i have an office job.” you chuckled, trying to make a joke. 

“boring! isn’t that like watching paint dry?” johnny insulted. 

“no, sometimes i actually do the painting.” you replied in a joking matter. 

“what happened to the teenager with big dreams of being an artist?” yuta questioned cockily, crossing his arms and leaning back. 

“life happened. y’know, some of us are trying to survive and don’t have our heads in the clouds still.” you jeered. everybody fell silent.

“yeah, well, some of us want to be happy, not rich.” he fired back. “and weren’t you the one who told me to pursue this career?” 

“o-kay!” taeyong exclaimed before your little argument could grow bigger. “we should get going, it’s getting late.”

you wanted to say you felt bad for lashing out at yuta, but as you lay in bed that night, you knew you were right to stand up for yourself. he hadn’t contacted you in five years, he had no right to talk about your job. as for his, although you had made fun of it, you respected what he did. you hadn’t heard him sing since highschool, but even then, his voice was calming and angelic. you remembered lying under the huge oak tree in your backyard with your head in his lap as he sang sweet melodies to you. things were a lot different back then.  

you couldn’t seem to sleep because of the thoughts running through your head, so you sat up and grabbed for your phone and headphones on the nightstand. you quickly searched his name, nakamoto yuta, and searched for his songs. the first one you found, you assumed it to be the most popular, was called sun&moon. you listened as his voice filled your ears again, the lyrics making your mind swirl.

“when my moon rises your sun rises as well under the same sky in this different time our hearts are connected under the same sky

you and i you and i you and i our own secrets you and i you and i you and i we are like one

will i be able to see you again? at the end of this long journey? want to be together in the same time in different places this distorted fate.”

the lyrics reminded you so much of yours and yuta’s relationship. well, it was never a “relationship”, but it was definitely something. you decided to turn off your phone and get back to trying to sleep, neglecting the tears filling in your eyes.

tap, tap, tap. 

you almost didn’t hear it over the soft lull of the television and oscillating fan in your room the next night.

tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. 

you furrowed your eyebrows as you watched the tiny pebbles hit the window. when you looked out, you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you. yuta stood in the backyard, throwing rocks at your window. just like in highschool, you thought to yourself. he smiled to himself when your face appeared behind the window. you opened it quickly, before sticking your head out. 

“what are you doing?” you questioned. it was almost midnight, after all. 

“um,” he looked down at the pebbles in his hand. “throwing rocks at your window? come down, please.” 

“and why?” you fired back without thinking, not meaning to sound rude. 

“because i want to talk to you.” yuta answered simply, a perfect smile appearing on his face. you couldn’t stop your stomach from doing a flip, just like in highschool. 

that’s how you ended up on the rooftop of the abandoned gas station on the corner of pine street, a place you commonly hung out at in highschool. the gas station had been closed for over 10 years, and yuta had discovered that the back door was unlocked in your junior year. now that you were here as adults, it felt like all those memories were just a weird fever dream. 

you were the first to speak. “i’m sorry for what i said the other night. i never meant to start an argument.” 

“it’s fine. i see where you’re coming from. music is the only thing that’s ever made sense to me.” he said, staring down at his feet dangling over the edge of the roof. you were reminded of his song lyrics that were so closely related to your relationship with him. 

“i listened to one of your songs.” you mentioned, inhaling sharply. 

“really?” he looked at you and smiled. “which one?” 

“sun&moon. it’s really nice. the lyrics are beautiful.”

“thank you…i knew you’d like that one.” because it’s about you, yuta wanted to say. “what have you even been up to lately?”

you took a deep breath and looked forward at the town. “not a lot. just working.” 

“oh, i see.” he said simply. “that’s tough…i mean-! work is good sometimes!”

“no, you’re right. work shouldn’t be the only thing occupying my life.” you said with a short laugh escaping your lips. 

“is it? there’s no one…special, if you know what i mean?” yuta joked, nudging your shoulder with his. 

you laughed at what he was implying. “no yuta, there isn’t anybody. a few boyfriends here and there over the last few years but nothing lasting.” you sighed.

yuta was silent for a moment, both of you looking out over the rooftop, both of you wishing it was highschool again when you were–

“i’m sorry to hear you haven’t had luck in that area.” he cut you off from your thoughts. “i guess you heard what happened with me and asami…” 

“yeah, ellie told me. i’m really sorry, yuta.” you looked over at him and watched as he smiled with nostalgia. 

“it’s okay. it’s what we both wanted. well, i guess we wanted different things in life. she wanted to travel the world and always be on an adventure. i wanted to settle down within the next few years.”

“sadly that’s what ends a lot of relationships at this age.” you chuckled with a bitter tone. you had so much you wanted to talk about with yuta, so much you wanted to ask him. like why did he chose her over you? and why did he act like nothing ever went on between you? but you couldn’t bring it up so soon, he only wanted to have a civilized conversation. 

what you and yuta had was like no other relationship you’d ever had. but there was never a label on what you had. you weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend, but you both knew you were lovers. for almost two years you were attached to each other. you did everything a couple would, went on dates, had sleepovers, and showed affection. you were each other’s first, well, everything. first date, first meaningful kiss, first time. you were each other’s first loves. well, you were in love with him. madly, at that. 

and you thought he felt the same towards you, but then he started going out with asami right before graduation. you were so heartbroken, you must’ve cried three rivers that night. the only person you ever told about how you were feeling was ellie, so naturally, she knew about how you felt about yuta. you had never gotten to talk to him about it, as you both were so busy then. and after graduation, you went your separate ways to different universities. for years, you wanted to know why he did what he did. but now that he was sitting next to you in such a vulnerable way, you couldn’t seem to talk about it. 

yuta couldn’t either.

“hey, y/n, here’s your yearbook.” ellie laughed and tossed the hardcover to where you sat on the couch. you caught it quickly, a confused look on your face. 

 “wh- how’d you get this?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“when your parents moved out of town, they found it in their attic and knew you’d want it one day, so they gave it to me to hold on to.” she smiled, sitting next to you and opening hers. you turned over the slim book in your hands. truthfully, you had never even looked at it. 

“oh my gosh, look how small and awkward everyone was!” she giggled, finding the seniors page. 

“i’ve never even looked at mine…” you pondered. 

“wait,” she looked up from the pages. “really? not even to look at the autographs?” she asked with disbelief in her voice.

“not even to look at the autographs. i guess i was so heartbroken that i didn’t even want to see them.” you said in a quiet voice. “should i look now?” 

“no! i mean, they’ll do autographs at the reunion, so how cool would it be if you looked at it for the first time after that? you’ll see everyone’s original comment and their comment from now!” she suggested excitedly. before you could say anything, she took your yearbook from your hands and stood up. “you’ll get this back at the reunion.”

the night of the reunion crept up on you faster than you wanted it to. you had been excited to see everyone again, but now that you stood by the door waiting to go into the venue they had booked, you couldn’t stop your mind from racing. ellie noticed and laid a hand on your shoulder comfortingly and leaned into you  

“don’t worry. you won’t have to see these people ever again after this if you don’t want to.” she whispered. she was right, but it wasn’t just everyone you were nervous to see. the thought of yuta made your hands tremble, as you had decided to talk to him tonight about what he had done. 

after a few hours of socializing, yuta had completely slipped your mind. you were talking to some old friends when you noticed his figure slip out the back door. you quickly excused yourself from the conversation and followed after him, grabbing two beers from the bar on the way. 

yuta’s head didn’t even turn when you walked out into the cool night air, the metal door slamming behind you.

“hey, you good?” you sat beside him on the step, handing him a beer. he looked over at you and tried to smile, but it was obvious something was weighing him down. 

“yeah,” he looked away from you, “i’m good.” 

“no you’re not.” you said without missing a beat. “i know you, yuta. something’s on your mind.” 

he was quiet for a few seconds, the noise of the party inside filling the silence.  

“i’m just feeling a bit…lonely. everyone is in a relationship, or happy with their life at least.” he sighed, running a hand through his thick red hair and taking a sip of his beer. 

“not everyone is.” you said without thinking. yuta didn’t say anything. “why did you do what you did to me in highschool?” 

“hmm?” he looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. “what do you mean?”

“why did you pick asami over me? why did you just start going out with her one day when i was in love with you?”

“y/n…” he sighed. 

“no, yuta, i deserve to know. i’ve asked myself those questions everyday for five years, i just want an answer. even if it’s not what i want to hear.” you said, your voice shaky. don’t cry, you had to tell yourself. yuta still stayed silent. 

suddenly the door opened, and taeyong poked his head out. 

“hey, i thought i’d find you two out here. we’re signing yearbooks now if you want to join.” he smiled. you heaved yourself off the concrete steps and huffed, taking a swig of your beer. you went back in with taeyong, leaving yuta alone outside. 

yuta wasn’t ready to go back inside just yet, leaving his mind to wander to what you had brought up. he knew you were hurt over what he did back then, but he didn’t realize that you were still hung up on it. the truth was, he had only started going out with someone else because he knew that after graduation you would have to part ways anyway. he didn’t know if he could make the long distance work and knew we couldn’t handle the breakup because of it. still, he knew he should’ve talked to you about it first. 

yuta had been so in love with you, and he wished you knew you weren’t the only hurting. even though he was with asami, it took him a long time to get over you. even though he was with asami for almost four years, he had never felt a love like yours. if he was being honest, he still found himself thinking about you too often. and he would never tell anybody, but he knew he would never find a love like yours again.

the next day rolled around quickly and soon you were packing your barely unpacked suitcase to go home again. your mind and heart were heavy as you thought about leaving your friends again, but as always, life got in the way. you thought about yuta. you knew he was flying home today, too. you hadn’t even gotten to talk to him that much, which you regretted. you didn’t even know why you wanted to.

“hey y/n, here’s your yearbook. you left it downstairs when we came home last night.” ellie spoke from the doorway, making you flinch at her sudden presence. you forced a smile and took the slender book from her hands. 

“thanks…” you muttered and almost shoved it in your suitcase until she stopped you. 

“are you going to read it this time? aren’t you curious as to what everyone had to say five years ago and today?” ellie urged. you pushed your suitcase out of the way and sat on the edge of the bed, opening the front cover. 

“i guess i should, right?” you looked up at her. ellie just smiled like she knew something you didn’t before closing the door again, leaving you to read. had she secretly flipped through your yearbook without you knowing? you didn’t really care at this point. you skimmed through the pages, a small smile forming on your lips as you looked at everyone’s pictures. 

right before the autograph page was the senior superlatives page, something else you had forgotten about. you read about the most athletic and the most likely to be famous, none of them sparking interest to you. your eyes fell on a picture of yuta with the caption “biggest flirt”. well, they got that one right. then you spotted a picture of you and yuta that you didn't even know existed, with the caption “most likely to remain highschool sweethearts”. all you could do was chuckle bitterly. 

when you turned the page to the autographs, you smiled widely once again. you always tried to be kind and made friends with everyone in highschool, so everyone had something nice to say about you. you must’ve read through twenty “i’ll miss you!”s and “you’re the best!”s, before reading the more sincere ones. 

you laughed at what ellie had said about you being her bestfriend forever, even if you didn’t have a choice, and what johnny had said about you being the best lab partner in chemistry for three years. just when you thought you had read all of them, you recognized yuta’s messy writing. 

“i think i’m in love with you. -yuta” if that, what he had said in highschool, didn’t make your heart skip a beat, the words directly underneath it in neater handwriting from the night before made it skip two. 

“i know i still am. -yuta” the only thought that ran through your mind was that you had to find yuta before he got on that plane.

you drove through the backstreets to the old house where you knew yuta’s parents still lived. you knew the route there like the back of your hand still, like it was just yesterday you were spending your days there, messing around with yuta. 

when you pulled into the driveway, your mind was so foggy that you almost forgot to turn off the engine of your car. you ran up the front steps and knocked on the door, hoping someone was home. hoping that someone was yuta.  

“y/n dear, how nice to see you!” yuta’s mother beamed, pulling you into a hug. 

“hi mrs.nakamoto.” you smiled, catching your breath. 

“what brings you here?” she questioned, holding you at arms length to get a good look at you. you looked over her shoulder into the house, memories washing over you. memories of yuta chasing you down the stairs with a pillow in hand when you would have childish pillow fights during your sleepovers, of many bowls of popcorn being burnt in the kitchen, of almost waxing yuta’s eyebrows off in his bathroom, hell, you had even lost your virginity in that house. but now there was no trace of yuta.

“i’m looking for yuta.” you said, looking at her once again. “is he here?” you asked as hope bubbled in your chest. 

“oh, i’m sorry. i’m afraid you just missed him, sweetie.” she said, an apologetic look settling on her face. you sighed as all hope dissipated from you. what did you do now? it would be too late if you drove to the airport, and you had to leave soon too. did you just have to accept the fact that you were in love with each other and you wouldn’t be together? it hit you that that was the first time you acknowledged that you were still in love with yuta. 

you ran your hands through your hair and looked away from the older woman, trying not to let the tears collect in your eyes. you blinked them back when she spoke. 

“is everything alright, dear?” her kind eyes bore into you, the same kind eyes yuta had inherited. 

“yeah, everything’s fine.” you forced a smile. “i just wanted to say goodbye.”  

“well i’m sure you’ll be back here at the same time again and you’ll get to see him.” she smiled gently. 

“you’re right. thanks mrs.nakamoto.” you smiled softly. “i should get going, i have a plane to catch, too.” 

you said your goodbyes to her and got back in your car, your heart heavy and crying in your chest. maybe if you had just looked at your yearbook when you got home the night before! there life went, getting in your way again. you collected yourself as best as you could and turned on the engine of your car, getting ready to go back to ellie’s and finish packing.

as you drove down the narrow backroad, you noticed a familiar head of flaming red hair leaning against his car which was pulled over on the side of the road. yuta! you caught his eyes as you pulled over behind him and noticed a grin spring to his face. you quickly got out of the car to talk to him.

“y/n, what are you–?” he started but you cut him off. 

“i saw what you wrote in my yearbook.” you smiled, the same feeling of hope building in your chest.

“finally!” he laughed, taking a step closer to you. “so, what about you?” 

you took a deep breath, hoping you wouldn’t come off too strong. “i’ve realized that the thing missing in my life that i’ve been wanting, is love. i know this sounds really cheesy and i feel like we’re back in highschool again but these past few days i’ve realized that i can’t stay mad at you for what you did because i’ve never really stopped liking you.” you blurted out.

“i feel that way too! i mean, i tried so hard to stop loving you, but it was hard to. seeing you again just brought it all back to me.” he reciprocated, his wide grin growing even wider.

“listen, yuta. i know life is going to try and keep us apart because when has life ever worked out in our favour?” you paused while he laughed. 

“you’re right about that.”

“but i want to be with you and i’m not letting anything keep us apart anymore.” you said confidently, although you were sure your hands were trembling at your sides. yuta leaned down, his hands grasping either side of your face, his lips landing on yours. it felt like fireworks all over again. just like in highschool.

you closed the door to your apartment behind you, stifling a yawn and kicking your heels off. you had had a long day at work and all you wanted was to cuddle up in your bed and sleep for three days. the mouthwatering smell of dinner cooking hit your nose and you smiled softly, knowing what was waiting for you. 

“is that you, babe?” yuta’s voice called from the kitchen. you hung up your coat and trudged into the kitchen to see him standing at the stove, preparing whatever meal he had cooked for the both of you. 

it had been two months since your highschool reunion. yuta had packed up his life and moved in with you only a few weeks after. since then, your days had been filled with happiness instead of constant work. 

you wrapped your arms around his middle and rested your cheek on his back, breathing in his scent and letting your eyes close. 

“no, it’s not me.” you replied with a giggle. 

“how was your day, munchkin?” he asked softly, putting his hands over yours and removing your arms from him just so he could turn around to see you. 

“tiring.” you sighed, looking up at his glowing face. you could tell yuta was a lot happier here, too. “how was yours?” 

yuta had started working for a music production company and was excited to make music everyday. you were lucky that he had shorter days than you, because that meant he could be home to greet you when you got back from work everyday. 

“my day was amazing.” he smiled, pulling you back into his arms, your head resting on his chest. “let’s have dinner and then go to bed, yeah?” he suggested, a hand rubbing your back soothingly. 

“yes please.” you chuckled lazily, your eyes fluttering closed again. you stayed like that for a moment, the way yuta was swaying you gently almost making you fall asleep in his arms. 

“i love you, y/n.” he whispered, placing a kiss to the top of your head. yeah, this was definitely what was missing from your life

#i'm back :) #yuta #nakamoto yuta #nct #nct 127 #nct au #highschool reunion au #nct fanfic #fanfiction #yuta fanfiction #yuta fluff #yuta angst #nct fluff #nct angst #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst

[askbittyerror]

Wedding RP part 3

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...please come out?" they reach for Fresh, pausing long enough to give Greylu a 'please just let me have this right now' look, before offering their hands to their rad buddy, clearly in much need of a hug and nuzzle from their bitty pal.

salty darkness09/27/2020 Greylu pauses, watching his spouse reach for the bitty. He looks away, grumbling under his breath... but he doesn't seem as openly opposed anymore.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Fresh opens his wings and lands on Bells' hands after a few flaps, immediately flopping over and nuzzling with many soft purrs.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 He is immediately hugged. Just, immediately. Much nuzzles. "...I'm glad you came. Sorry I didn't really get to talk to my husband about it beforehand- the cutiegoop kinda vanished on me to go grab his friends, I guess."

salty darkness09/27/2020 "..." Blushy goop! "Cutiegoop?"

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...oh please, hardly the first time I've called you that." The smile Bells offers him is just a bit more collected now, and maybe a tiny bit teasing. "would you prefer, 'my king of starlight and shadows?' 'my starlit king?' 'my beautiful nightmare?'"

salty darkness09/27/2020 Greylu stammers a little, face glowing a bright, bright blue. "I mean- well- I wouldn't be against it, but-" A tendril baps Bell's cheek, gentle and careful. "Shut up."

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 a giggle, reaching to catch the tendril gently. "-but I love that shade of blue on you, beloved!"

salty darkness09/27/2020 The tendril baps them again, a little harder. "And we have a perfectly good honeymoon for this behavior, beloved. At least not in front of our guests."

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 A huff, but offend. "...I like showing you off, but fine. Grumpy."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 The bitties giggle, staring to look fond, and Fresh chuckles. "Ya'll are cute." He nuzzles Bells.

salty darkness09/27/2020 Despite himself, Greylu smiles, warm and happy. "I suppose we are, aren't we?"

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "I think to think so," Bells agrees, giving their new husband an utterly soft look. "...the people at the shop when we went to pick out clothes for the kids seemed to disagree. but they also missed our babies being abso-fricking-lutely adorable, since they decided to all go running out of the store in a panic like that. you'd think they'd never seen a king of darkness, a lich, and an army of excited toddlers show up to get clothes for a wedding."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 The bitties giggle. “Oh!” Magnus yells, shooting up, grinning wildly at Bells. “We got you gifts!” “But…” He deflates. “They’re with Huitzi.” The goopdad/grandparents/great-grandparents look at each other and vanish for moment, returning quickly with a wide, flat box, a small (at least for biggies) ribbon-tied bag, and a pair of envelopes. “Gifts!” They shout.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...oh?" Bells seems a bit intrigued, and decidedly curious. "Is this part of that wedding gift thing that my friend Candy mentioned earlier?"

salty darkness09/27/2020 Greylu glances to the bitties, raising a brow. Tendrils curl around Bells, grabbing their wrist and giving it a soft squeeze. "...what are they?"

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "Um, apparently 'gifts to celebrate and help the new couple get settled.' I'm not sure about the second bit, but celebrating I can get behind." Another nuzzle to Fresh, before gently shifting him to their shoulder, as they hold out their hands to accept the gifts. "-may we?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Of course.” The goopdads offer the gifts, Domino speaking. “The box is from our family and Huitzi, the bag is from Flare, one of the envelopes is from Dame and Moose and, uh… we, don’t really know who the other is from.”

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "Thank you-" they accept the gifts, looking at them curiously. "-oh, and remind me I need to talk to that tall red winged dork later, would you?"

salty darkness09/27/2020 Tendrils pick the bag up and out of Bells' arms, carefully opening it. "...remind me to make sure that 'tall red dork' doesn't attack me, would you?"

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...yeah, that's coming right along with 'sorry our child made a solid effort to bite you in the face for looking at her da funny.'"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Inside the bag is a small glass jar that fits neatly into his palm. It’s filled with dried fuschia petals and has a handwritten label. It reads; AlcheLust Echo Flower Petals STRONG APHODIASIAC, USE ONLY A LITTLE Enjoy your honeymoon~

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." "Remind me to have a few other words with that man too." They are not. Blushing. Shush.

salty darkness09/27/2020 The goop closes the bag so very, very fast. "..." "Beloved? Maybe be careful with opening the rest. Just in case."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "What is it?" Magnus frowns, trying to somehow see through the bag.

salty darkness09/27/2020 A tendril bats Magnus away with a lot more force than what's probably necessary. "NOTHING."

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 Brightly green flushed cheeks, which they try rubbing at with an embarrassed mutter of agreement, opening the box now, and pretending that didn't just happen. "...nothing. if Flare gives you a present for your wedding, uh... be, careful." [4:27 PM] "..." a frown, and narrowed gaze to their beloved at this.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Magnus squeaks and gives Greylu a reproachful glare. "Me bitty." He gestures to himself. "You be careful, or I go squish. Understand?"

salty darkness09/27/2020 "..." "Sorry. Just, uh- don't look inside the bag. Please."

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...do not squish my 'new dad.' he' a massive improvement over the last."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "It's okay." Magnus says, giving Bells a incredibly soft, fond smile. "...thanks kiddo, I appreciate it."

salty darkness09/27/2020 "..." Greylu glances to the box in Bells' arms, trying to see what's inside.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Inside the box is a circlet, roughly the size of Bells’ head, carefully cushioned on a small mountain of tissue paper. The circlet’s base is intricately carved from mountain mahogany with little painted Aztec symbols for blessings of luck, happiness, good health and swift victory over ones enemies. Wound around and through it are strands of gold and black metal, twisted and spiraled to form simple feathers and delicate tendrils. Set in the wood and weaving are a pair of opals that shift between violet and gold, two dark, river smoothed pebbles that shine with flecks of neon in the right light and a single turquoise stone, a simple, stylized raven cut into it. “We made it.” Domino smiles softly, the bitties looking proud. “All of us. It was supposed to be a ‘welcome to the family’ present, but…” He shrugs. “We figured this was as good a time as any to give it to you.”

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." A soft, soft smile, tears springing to the lich's eyes. "Th- thank you." They whisper. What more personal, sincere gift in the world could their new family give them, than a circlet like the ones they themselves wore? What better way of saying... you're one of us too now? "...thank you... so much."

salty darkness09/27/2020 Greylu smiles, looking down at the beautiful thing. "..." He looks back up at the bitties, tendrils gently wiping Bells' tears away. "Thank you. Thank you all."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Fresh nuzzles them gently and Magnus looks to Blue, the whole family all at once overtaken by the sudden intense need to hug. “You mind if we move over to the kid for a moment, beloved?” Magnus asks.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "Go on," Blue whispers, nuzzling him softly.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 The bitties fly, teleport and swing over to Bells, curling up around and partially on top of Fresh, sitting on Bells' shoulder and nuzzling against their chin, and all just collectively giving hugs and soft little purrs.

salty darkness09/27/2020 "..." While Bells is being hugged, Greylu picks up the letters. He opens one of them with just a little difficulty, tilting his head.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 Bells does their level best to cuddle and nuzzle every available bitty, while Blue watches quietly, more than willing to give their kid this moment. They still had moments like this too... Their family? Was everything to them.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 The envelope contains a purple and black coupon, a note scribbled at the bottom in pink pen. The coupon is for a free bitty (or bitties within reason) adoption, all fees waived and all bitty items, clothing, toys, furniture, medicine, etc., considered paid for. Applicable at all Fell and Friends Bitty Rescue locations and affiliates. The note reads; We didn’t know what to get you, but we hope this suffices should you find someone you wish to bring home. Congratulations on your union! Signed, Dame and Moose

salty darkness09/27/2020 Greylu is quiet, reading the note. Then he reads it again. And again. And once more with feeling. Then he looks to Bells, clutching the coupon tight in his hand. "Beloved- Odium-"

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." they look over his shoulder- their breath catches softly. "...oh." a whisper, faint, followed by a slow smile. "Do you think, we could find someone willing to be our baby's partner?" There's definitely hope in their voice, if hesitant. "I mean, the babs are evenly numbered right now, but there's no way to tell when the next seed might-" They pause at this point, realizing this probably sounds strange to their bitty family. "...what about your baby?" Blue presses, sounding concerned.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Are they okay?" Magnus asks, the entire bitty fam, Fresh included, making worried noises.

salty darkness09/27/2020 "..." Greylu sighs, taking a deep breath in and out. "It's... complicated. The way guardians work in our Multiverse is that they have to have a partner that they're bonded with- Mea is Raine's partner, for example. Almost all of our children are bonded with eachother, except Odium." "...if they don't have a partner, they... have health complications. And generally don't fare too well overall. As I said, it's complicated."

#wedding rp #part 3

[ephemeral-delights]

Day 16 - “Now? Now you listen to me?”

Prompt Number: 3

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs - Supernatural...-ish AU

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Wordcount: 931

“Now? Now you listen to me?"

Dazai threw the pebbles straight into the still water of the lake. It created a big splash, which was received by an equally grumpy teenager, "Dude, screw off. You want to skip stones? Do it properly!" The redhead picked up a pebble from the ground littered with seemingly black and grey dots. He skipped it across the pond smoothly, he then turned to face Dazai triumphantly, "That's how you do it." Dazai hummed and grabbed another pebble, slamming it straight down into the pond. Chuuya had dodged, barely avoiding yet another giant splash of water. Dazai didn't say anything as he looked at Chuuya, eyes dead and cold. Chuuya glared back at him, "Go home. Stop poking around the forests. Don't say I didn't warn you." 

Chuuya kicked a few pebbles into the pond before marching off. As Chuuya's footsteps became softer, Dazai's, previously, expressionless face morphed into one of agony. "Why didn't you tell him?" A man, who looked like he was in his late 30s appeared from within the abandoned log cabin near the pond. A small, blond-haired girl was trailing behind him, "I don't want anything to do with YOUR man but Osamu-kun, you've got to do it." Dazai shrugged his coat off, letting the cold air engulf him.

"Don't matter."

"Oi, you, get out. Once it gets dark-" Chuuya came back only to find a blond girl and a man in his late 30s. "You took him, didn't you? Soul-snatchers." Chuuya looked at Mori, straight into his eyes. Elise smiled slightly, "How foolish. No, we're soul-mediums. Your dear friend wants some peace and quiet in his own mind, literally." 

"Never heard of them but I get what you mean. He even has someone to help him transit into his own mind, huh. I just wonder what he can't do." Chuuya commented as he sat down on the boulder Dazai had sat on before. A lone enormous pebble in the middle of many tiny pebbles. Did he just say enormous pebble? Oh well… 

"Aren't you surprised? At least, cautious?" Mori ventured further, wanting further information. 

"I'm a healer of souls. I can withstand an attack if i want. Besides, soul-mediums don't usually hurt people. They act like parents most of the time." Chuuya stated casually, pocketing a pebble.

Suddenly, the wind picked up and the space of the universe seemed to rip. Dazai slipped out of practically nowhere. His voice was hoarse and "Mori, I'm so sick of this soul-snatcher THING. How do i get rid of it? It's making me tired, eating me up inside from my energy to my intelligence. You know, I called a boulder a giant pebble? I'm hurting, i don't even know why anymore." Chuuya flinched, but said nothing, curious to learn more about what Dazai was saying. If it were any other context, it might've been a joke.

"I'm tired." Dazai muttered softly, eyes downcast.

"Of what?" Mori asked him, making Dazai lift his head slightly.

"Life in general. Life is tiring. People are tiring. Everything is a test."

"So what?" Dazai whirled around so fast, he would have slapped himself if he had a ponytail. Chuuya placed his hands on his hips, a power pose. "So what? Life is tiring? Who cares!?! We all face the same few things! You have more problems? NO SUCH THING."

Dazai smiled dryly, "You think now is a time for a pep-talk, Chibi? Stop living in a fantasy."

Chuuya grabbed Dazai by his shirt's collar and hissed venomously, "You're dying, aren't you?" Dazai smiled curtly, "maybe, why would you care?"

"Because I can do something about it?"

"...stop lying, Chuuya. You're so irritating. Always so positive, always so helpful. Always so… always the opposite of me. I'm inferior, aren't I?" Dazai laughed, voice cracking and squeaking. Chuuya sighed and placed a hand on his forehead. Dazai laughed even harder, sounding miserable, "Stop giving me hope you can do this, Chuuya. You can't fix it, there's no way. Healers of the soul don't even exist anymore." Chuuya looked a bit annoyed as he answered, lowering his voice a little, "Shut up. I can, I AM a soul-healer. You're just stupid not to realise." 

A long arm extended from the tree branch and hooked itself onto Chuuya's arm. Chuuya punched it as hard as he could, knuckles glowing a bit light blue.

Dazai went silent for a while before he choked out, 

"W-what is that? You have to tell me."

"Now? Now, you listen to me?"

Dazai nodded intensely. 

"It's a soul-snatcher, steals your soul. It manifests itself in you and sucks up all your energy and anything to everything like agility to better itself. After it takes all it wants, the victim is left dead."

"How do you know you're being attacked?"

"You'll feel a sharp pain shoot your ankle or arm and suddenly, be in a space you get deja vu from. Then you'll see eyes everywhere and feel paralysed. A trap root will wrap around the spit that hurt and you know, you're as good as dead. Unless, you find a healer." Chuuya spoke so fast Dazai almost couldn't keep up.

He closed his eyes and Dazai followed, unsure of what to do. He was back in his mind but it was strange, it seemed more chilling somehow. "You're welcome." Chuuya said and a long sword formed in his hands, it was a startling blinding light. Chuuya pressed it into the ground before stepping away quickly. A tendril immediately shot out and Chuuya grabbed the tendril and pulled… 

#bungou stray dogs #chuuya #dazai #mod flare #fictober19 #it's made up so i have no idea what AU to tag