#adam's imaginings of how his parents envelop him with love and acceptance in the end

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

go big or go home

this was a request from @kk2016

Hi!! could you write about being pregnant with Harry but no one knew so you guys show up to the Grammys together and everyone can see your baby bump through your dress?

here is the link to the dress you’re wearing. I have no idea if this is a good option, I’m terrible with fashion :) but I thought it was cute! If you hate it, definitely just imagine something else :)

warnings: pregnancy

word count: 2.8k

It wasn't exactly hard to hide a pregnancy during a pandemic. You barely left the house, and if you did, you weren't recognized. The one time you and Harry had been spotted, you had only been 4 months along and were wearing an oversized sweater. So it was safe to say this baby was your family's little secret.

Harry knew, of course. He had been the first person to know (after Anne and the doctor who confirmed the pregnancy). You had got around to telling the rest of your families after the first trimester was over. The "inner circle," as you liked to call it, were the few people who were aware. This consisted of your parents, Anne, Gemma, Harry's band, Jeff and Glenne. That was it. Neither of you were wild on the idea of Harry's entire fanbase knowing, so you kept it under wraps as best you could.

Which, once again, wasn't hard to do. You didn't even have to go out for groceries; they could be delivered. You could buy everything for the nursery online and have it sent directly to your front doorstep. You and Harry had stayed inside for the better part of the past seven months.

However, there was one event coming up that you absolutely refused miss out on. The Grammys. At first, Harry thought you should stay home. He was worried you would get sick, and how it might affect the baby. He was worried about his fans finding out. He was worried he wouldn't win and he would have to see your disappointed face right next to him.

Of course, you were not about to let this happen. You assured him you wouldn't get within six feet of anyone besides him. You wouldn't shake anyone's hand or hug anyone. You would wear two masks, if it would make him feel safer. You would shower in hand sanitizer. You really didn't care what you had to do; you were not going to miss this night.

"Harry, I swear to God, if you keep giving me that terrified look..."

"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, dragging a hand over his face. "I'm allowed to be a little apprehensive. This really isn't a good idea, I think it might be best if you just stay home. I just-"

"Absolutely not," you spun around, placing your hands on your hips. "I'm going to be there, in person, so I can watch my husband become a Grammy winner."

"You can watch from here!" He argued. "Plus, that way, you don't have to walk around all night. I know your feet have been bugging you, and-"

"Don't use this pregnancy against me!" You threw your head back, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm not," he said, stepping closer and resting his hands on your belly. "I just want you to be safe. You and our little girl."

"I know," you brought up your hand to brush along his cheekbone. "And we will be. I'm not going to get close to anyone. I'm not going to touch anything. I'm going to have two masks on the entire night. Harry, there won't be anyone safer than me this whole night. I promise."

"I just..."

When he didn't finish his sentence, you leaned in to meet his eyes. "What are you really worried about?"

"Lots of things," he murmured. "Besides the literal plague? I'm worried about people finding out and being cruel. I don't want to deal with that, and I don't ever want you to be exposed to it. I'm worried something bad will happen, and it'll be all my fault for letting you come along. And... I'm worried you'll be disappointed if I don't win." His last sentence was so quiet you barely heard it, but it still made your heart ache.

"Baby..." You said quietly, your voice sad. You ignored his other two worries for now, because this one was clearly the most important to deal with. “You think I'll be disappointed in you?"

He nodded, looking at his hands on you instead of meeting your eyes. "Everything I do, it's all for you. You and her. What if it's not enough? What if I fail?"

"Harry," you kept your hands on his face, directing him to look at you. "I will never, ever be disappointed in you. You are amazing, in everything you do. Understand? I personally think you will be a three time Grammy winner at the end of the night-" he grinned at this- "But even if you're not, I will still be so incredibly proud of you. I will always, always be proud of you, and I will always love you. Okay?"

He didn't move, but you used your grip on his face to nod his head up and down. His smile grew bigger, and he grabbed your wrist gently. He turned his head to kiss your palm, sighing softly before he pulled away.

"I love you so much," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make me feel better. You always know exactly what to say."

You shrugged with a small smile. "I'm just amazing, I think."

"I think so too."

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You were sitting on the couch, dressed in your normal quarantine clothing. Hoodies. Sweatpants for him, leggings for you. Why would you get dressed up for a virtual acceptance ceremony?

You bounced excitedly as they announced "Adore You" as one of the nominations for best music video. Harry smiled when you gripped his arm.

"I don't have a good feeling about this," he admitted.

"Well, you're just a ray of sunshine today," you huffed. "Here it comes!"

"And the Grammy goes to... Beyoncé, Blue Ivy, and WizKid."

You slumped back slightly, patting his arm.

He laughed lightly at your reaction. "She deserves it."

You nodded. "Not to be mean to you, but yeah, she definitely does."

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As the hours wore on, you could tell Harry was getting more nervous.

"It's just- it's my first performance in a while. What if it's not good?"

"Harry," you grabbed his face again. "It will be amazing. Yes?"

Again, he didn't respond. Again, you had to physically move his head up and down in a nod. Again, this made him laugh. It was a small gesture, but you could tell it helped calm him down at least a little bit.

"There's one thing we haven't talked about," he pulled away from you, going through his drawers to find his socks.

"What's that?"

"Your outfit."

You shook your head. "I already picked my dress." You pulled out the garment bag, unzipping it to show him. It was fairly simple; you didn't want to overshadow him on his big day.

He smiled. "It's beautiful."

You nodded. "We're going to look so hot together."

"Couple of the year, I think."

"We might break the internet. Seriously. You're wearing a leather jacket with no shirt and I'm pregnant. Twitter is going to explode."

He laughed again, pulling you into his arms. "Are you sure you're ok with everyone knowing? It might not be good, people's reactions can be really-"

"You do realize they will have to find out at some time, right? You can't exactly hide a child forever."

"I know," he sighed. "I just like living in our little bubble, where it's only me and you who know."

"And your mom. And Gemma. And my parents. And Sarah, and Mitch, and Adam, and Ny, and Charlotte, and Jeff and-"

"Alright, alright, you've made your point," he chuckled. "But you know what I mean."

"I do," you nodded. "And I'm ok with people knowing. Besides, it'll blow over soon. I can just stay off socials until it does."

Harry sighed again. "I wish you didn't have to. I wish people would just..."

"Treat people with kindness," you grinned. "Maybe they don't know. Maybe you should tell them to do that sometime."

He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling away from you. "You're funny."

"Hilarious, I know."

"I have to get ready," he sighed. "One last try- are you sure you don't want to stay home?"

"Not a chance," you smiled. "Now shoo so I can get dressed."

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His hands were shaking as he opened the door of his dressing room. You gripped his arm tighter, trying to remind him you were here for him.

"Everything's going to be ok," you said softly.

He nodded, but his hands still shook.

"I'll be right offstage, you can look at me if you get nervous," you reminded him. "This might not be the time, but I'm, like, really excited to see you perform."

"Yeah?" He gave a small smile.

You nodded. "It's been a while since I've been able to see that. And you look... very nice in this outfit."

"Very nice, huh?" He laughed. "What a compliment."

"I do have a way with words," you grinned.

"Always," he leaned his forehead against yours. "Now what was it you said earlier? Shoo, so I can get dressed."

"I'll be just offstage," you reminded him one last time, blowing him a kiss as you stepped out of the room.

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You couldn't take your eyes off him for the entire performance. He was worried for no reason, because he was incredible. He was born to do this, you could tell.

You cheered louder than anyone else when he finished, earning a cheeky smile from him. As soon as he could get away, he ran over to you and enveloped you in his arms.

"I told you you'd be amazing," you whispered.

He nodded, wearing the biggest smile you'd seen in days. "Couldn't have done it without you."

"I didn't do anything," you laughed.

"No, I couldn't have done it without your moral support," he clarified.

"Right, moral support," you nodded seriously before breaking into a smile again. "But really, that was amazing. You're perfect."

"That's all you, love," he returned the compliment, turning back around to watch Billie performing. He kept his arm around you, though. The camera panned to you a few times during the different performances, and you knew by this point the viewers at home had seen your bump. Your dress wasn't very tight fitting, but you were almost 8 months along. You were sure social media was exploding by now.

You didn't have to worry about that though, not yet at least. You had a few more hours of calm.

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Harry's nerves had apparently returned once you got to the table. His hand was gripping yours even tighter than before and his leg bounced constantly. You placed your hand on his thigh, trying to calm his frantic movements. His eyes went to yours, and you could tell he was smiling under his mask.

"It will be fine," you reminded him. "Everything will be ok. You already did the hard part, remember?"

He nodded, taking in a deep breath. "Right. And soon, we can go home, and sit on the couch, and eat ice cream."

"Exactly," you smiled. "And I can get back in my leggings and not get dressed again for the next 6 months."

He laughed at this, and his grip on your hand loosened. He still kept hold of you, but you could tell he wasn't so nervous anymore.

"Ok, shh, they're announcing it now," you said excitedly.

Harry looked down, apparently seized with nerves again.

"And the Grammy goes to... Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles."

His eyes went wide, and your face split into a giant grin. He reached his arm out to grab yours, almost like he didn't believe what had just happened.

He pulled his mask off, standing up. He took your hand, gesturing for you to stand too, so of course you obliged. He pulled you against him, and you could feel how fast his heart was beating. When he pulled away, you smiled up at him.

"I knew you would win," you said softly, still beaming. "Now go!" You gave his shoulder a gentle push toward the stage.

"Wow, um..." He blew out a breath, looking at you before he spoke again. "To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. This was the first song we wrote after my first album came out, during a day off in Nashville, and I just want to say thanks to Tom, Tyler, Mitch, and everyone... Rob Stringer, and everyone at Colombia, my manager Jeffery, who has always nudged me to be better and never pushed me, thank you so much. I feel very grateful to be here, thank you. All of these songs are fucking massive, so thank you so much, I feel very honored to be here among all of you, so thank you so much. And I want to say-" he looked at you again, a smile of adoration crossing his face. "Most importantly, thank you to my wife. Y/N, I love you more than anything else on this planet, and I couldn't have done any of this without you. You make it all possible, so... thank you to the light of my life, and of course our daughter." His eyes went wide at the last sentence, like he hadn't planned to say that. He looked around nervously before he quickly made his way back to his seat.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that, it slipped out-"

You shook your head, taking his hand. "It's ok, don't worry about it," you smiled. "I'm so proud of you."

He put his mask back on, but it didn't hide the happiness on his face.

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Once everything was over and you had both climbed into the car to go home, it seemed to really hit him.

"I won a Grammy," he said in disbelief, looking down at the award in his hands.

"You won a Grammy," you repeated with a big smile on your face. "Grammy winner Harry Styles."

"Yeah," he looked back up at you, his eyes still wide. "That's... insane."

You nodded. "And very impressive. And I'm so proud of you."

He smiled, scooting closer so he could put his arm around you. "Grammy winner Harry Styles... and his amazing wife."

"And their amazing daughter," you added, placing his other hand over your stomach. "Feel that? She's been kicking all night. She's excited for you."

He grinned, before his face dropped back into one of concern. "Are you sure you're ok with what I said? I really didn't mean to, I just got caught up, it-"

"Baby," you stopped him. "I promise, it's ok. Besides, everyone knew the minute I walked in there."

"Right," he nodded. "Has your phone been blowing up?"

You shrugged. "I turned it off. Should we check?"

"I'm a little nervous," he admitted.

"I'm gonna do it." You fished your phone out of your purse, eyes widening when you saw how many notifications you had. From every possible app. Congratulations texts, excited DMs, missed calls, and then there were the mentions. There were well over a hundred on your lockscreen alone.

You cleared all of them, deciding to open Twitter and see how bad it was. You were very pleasantly surprised.

"harry's daughter" was #1 on the trending page, and "harry in leather" was right behind it. Clicking on the first one, you found several GIFs of the terrified look on Harry's face when he accidentally made the announcement. You smiled, but scrolled further. Hundreds of fans were typing in all caps, apparently very excited that Harry was going to be a father.

"You're right, we broke the internet," he grinned, looking through his own timeline. "I've seen my bare chest more in the last five minutes than my entire life before this."

"What a power couple we are," you laughed. "We got the top two trending spots."

"What an accomplishment," he joked.

You scrolled for a few more minutes, still yet to see a negative message. "You were worried for nothing, babe. They're all very excited for us."

"I see that," he grinned. "They've also named our baby for us, and somehow know her zodiac sign."

"Oh, wonderful," you laughed. "But really, it could have been worse."

"Definitely," he nodded. "Well, that's one way to announce a pregnancy. On live TV in front of the entire nation."

"Yeah, you know, go big or go home."

"Exactly."

Closing Twitter, you moved on to Instagram. You gasped when you saw the first picture on your feed. "Sarah posted her bump! Now we can be baby buddies in public, not just in secret."

Harry smiled, turning off his phone and pulling you closer to him.

"omg, baby buddies :)" you commented. Within seconds, Sarah had liked the comment and replied with "they will be best friends😊"

With that, you turned off your own device and leaned into his side. "What a good night. Aren't you glad I came with you?"

"I am," he admitted. "Very glad. Thanks for being stubborn."

"Always."

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[capsiclecevans]

“you bring out the best of me”

Warnings: none as usual, just floofy fluff Summary: Chris finally wins the Oscar he has always deserved and he dedicates his win to you and mentions you in his acceptance speech  Word Count: 1.5k  Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader 

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Chris was nervous, there was no doubt about it as you watched him button up his crisp white shirt in the mirror, his hands trembled lightly as they reaches for the next button. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be nervous on award show nights, but tonight was more intense than every. It was the Oscar’s and Chris was nominated for the first time, and he was a favourite to win for his role in the latest drama he was the male lead in. His anxiety had been building over the last couple of weeks on the build up of tonight and you had tried your best to help calm him, but you could clearly see how it was affecting him as he was getting ready in the hotel room you had for the night. 

You carefully stand up from the chair you was sat on, making sure that you didn’t stand on the elegant dress you was wearing, walking over to your nervous wreck of a boyfriend. You rest your hand on his shoulder lightly, not wanting to scare him as it was clear that he didn’t notice you approach him, the thoughts in his head overpowering everything else. He looks at you and tries to smile at you, tight on his lips, you smile back gently. You have never seen him this nervous before and it struck at your heart because he was sweetest man you have ever met and he didn’t deserve to feel like this. 

“You are going to be fine, I will be there right beside you the entire evening…” You say, finishing with the buttons on Chris’ shirt and helping with tucking it into his black slacks and then with his bow tie. Once you have finished you straighten the collar of his shirt and press a kiss to his cheek. 

“There we go…” You step back lightly, looking Chris up and down slowly, smiling to yourself before looking at him. “If you aren’t the sexiest man in the world, then pigs can fly…” You say, earning a laugh from Chris for the first time since you had both started getting ready for the award ceremony. 

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The red carpet went better than you imagined, Chris kept you close the entire time. Either an arm round your waist, hand on the small of your back or hand-in-hand. Like he was scared you were going to go back against what you told him in the hotel room while you were getting ready. Now you were sat in your seats, your hand resting against Chris’ thigh as he spoke to James Corden who was sat to his left about their plans for the next year or so. You were just taking in the occasion, smiling to yourself when the light hit your engagement ring just right for it to glimmer and catch your eye. In the plans that Chris was talking about was your upcoming wedding, or as the press was calling it ‘The Wedding of the Year.’ 

You were brought out of your little daydream when Chris’ hand came to wrap round yours gently, covering your ring lightly. You smile up at him softly and raises your eyebrows as he smiles back at you, leaning over and kissing your cheek softly. You lean into the touch, a small flush coming to your cheeks. 10 years together and you still acted like you have only been together for a few months, this is the affect he had on you and you never wanted this feeling to stop. You were completely in love with this man and you knew you both would do anything to keep each other happy. 

“You okay?” He asks, looking at you, a smile touching at his lips. Far from the anxiety riddled Chris that you had in the hotel room, you smile and nods, squeezing his fingers with yours to let him know you are happy. 

“Yeah, just taking everything in…” You chuckle before leaning into Chris, striking up your own conversation with him till the ceremony started. 

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As the ceremony went on, you could feel the nerves radiate off of Chris as his category came closer. You reach over and rest your hand on his knee, smiling at him lightly when he eventually catches your eye with his. He sighs a little, smiling nervously before taking your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips for press a kiss to your knuckles. 

You look over to the stage when Sandra Bullock and Jennifer Lawrence are announced to present the Best Actor award. You smile lightly at Chris and squeeze his hand gently, keeping a hold of it so he has a grounding point over the next couple of minutes. Whether he won or lost you knew you would be exceptionally proud of him and what he has achieved. 

“Wow, tonight has been fantastic, with some worthy winners…” Sandra says as Jennifer smiles and nods along with her. 

“And we have 6 outstanding actors lined up for this next award, Best Male” Jennifer says into the microphone on the podium before introducing the nominees. “The nominees for Best Male Actor are, Joaquin Phoenix for Joker, Antonio Banderas for Pain and Glory, Chris Evans for Life of the Party, Leonardo DiCaprio for Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, Adam Driver for Marriage Story and Johnathon Pryce for The Two Popes.” 

“And the winner is…” Sandra says as she starts to open the envelope, looking down and reading the winner before looking to the crowd and leaning to the microphone. “Chris Evans for Life of the Party.” 

Cheers erupt around you and Chris as you look at each other happily, pride emanating off you as you kiss him briefly, standing up to hug him as James Corden claps him on the back in congratulations. You are sure you hear Robert Downey Jr. a few rows back shout “Go on Capsicle!” But it is drowned out by the cheers and clapping for your fiancé. 

There was now a permanent smile on your face as you watched Chris walk up the steps of the stage to accept his well deserved Oscar trophy. All his handwork had paid off and you could not be more proud of him. 

The clapping finally died down as he stood at the podium to give his acceptance speech, after receiving the award from Jennifer and hugging both her and Sandra, he nervously chuckled before catching your eye in the crowd. You smile at him and give him an encouraging thumbs up, tearing up a little at the sight of him accepting the most prestigious award of his life. 

“Wow…I can’t believe this…thank you…” He starts off, still in utter shock that he has won and that he is holding an Oscar that will have his name engraved on it by the end of the night. “I’d just like to thank everyone on the production of Life of the Party, especially Rian Johnson our director, this wouldn’t be happening right now if it wasn’t for you and your brilliant job at directing. Also, my parents and siblings, they have been so supportive throughout my entire career and I would never have started acting if you didn’t give me the courage to do so.” He takes a deep breath before he turns slightly in your direction and smiles softly, like he is now only talking to you, ignoring the hundreds of people in the theatre and the TV cameras that are broadcasting the ceremony live across the world. “And finally I would like to give the biggest thanks to my wife-to-be, my soulmate and my everything. She’s been with me ever since before I was casted as Captain America, Steve Rogers as you will, and she has been my rock ever since. I couldn’t have done this without you, and sometimes I am shocked at how you handle everything that comes with myself and this life. I know it is crazy and overwhelming at times but I love you and in everything I do, you bring out the best of me, I love you so much darling. This award is for you.” 

You couldn’t help the tears fall down your cheeks as Chris spoke about you, in front of millions of people watching in the theatre but also at home. He never shied away from declaring his love for you or showing the world how in love he was with you. When he finally arrived back to his seat during the next, and final, ad break you hug him ever so tightly, even more in love with him than you were moments ago before he won the award if that was possible. You were extremely excited to marry and spend the rest of your life with Chris, and hopefully the news in the form of a small baby onesie sporting the “My Daddy is an Oscar Winner” on the front that you had printed for tonight, not that you knew he definitely would win, would seal both your happiness for years to come as you gave it to him the next morning after spending the night celebrating with each other in the hotel room you started the evening in getting ready than out at the Vanity Fair Party. 

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[evertriedsoywithyourpopcorn]

5 Reasons Roman Is Infuriating (And Why I DO NOT have a crush on him)

Chapter 5: To A Land Of Our Imagination

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Chapter 1

Word count: 3471

Tw: Wounds, food, swearing

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Logan planned the second date two days after the first. A picnic in the imagination, that Roman insisted on helping out with.

It took them quite a while to prepare everything. A red gingham print blanket in a field of many flowers on a hill, the sight of a rather giant disney-inspired castle in the far distance, mountains enveloping the horizons; very picturesque, certainly. He even offered to set up an orchestra off the side for them, but Logan declined. Logan was worried that they would get sunburnt due to the realistic touch that he brings, but Roman insisted that wouldn’t happen. And then Logan insisted that he didn’t know that it wouldn’t.

The banter was probably what took the longest time. It started with the back and forth about the likelihood of a sunburn, and then whether Thomas would typically tan or burn, and then it spiralled into nothingness. Obviously Roman made zero sense, but Logan was still determined to prove his point.

“No, Thomas should not get a surgical beauty mark. It’s pointless and expensive when you could have the same results with the smallest amounts of makeup.”

“But it adds character! All of the glamor girls have beauty marks! And besides, why put in the effort of putting on the beauty mark every day when you can just wake up that way?” Roman rebuttals, and Logan cannot begin to express just how stupid that argument is.

“A few seconds of a makeup pencil and maybe some powder isn’t that much effort. What would be an effort is spending a ridiculous sum of money on something he might regret and want gone. It would be a waste of resources for something thought of on a whim. That money would also go into the beauty industry, the industry that profits off of one’s self-hatred.” He argues, because yes, in a world where hating oneself is so common and so profitable, the most rebellious thing one can do is to learn to love themself.

“Makeup is also a part of the beauty industry.”

“It’s nowhere near as harmful and expensive though. It’s not just about insecurities, but also accentuating features that you enjoy in yourself. It also happens to be an art form, so I’m surprised that you’d even try that useless fact.”

Roman huffs. He’s probably not that interested in the beauty mark, but sometimes impulse can make you do stupid things. He does however look upset, and Logan hesitates.

“You know what you can do with makeup?” Logan asks, and they look at each other.

“What?” He asks, still pouting.

“Make many beauty marks. And change their locations when you feel like it.” He offers, and Roman lights up like that very dangerous chemical reaction Remus and himself attempted on bonding day.

“By the fourth musketeer, you’re right!” Roman touches his own face, lost in thought. “You could switch it up daily!”

It took a while longer for him to acknowledge what they were supposed to be doing, and then they were touching up the flowers (which is when Logan notices Bells of Ireland, sticking out amongst the other flowers, and assisting in integrating them into the green fields, like the flowers just popped up amongst nature. He believes Roman had summoned them around for him, and he can’t help but smile.) and then heading to the exit so Logan could get the ‘object of his affections’.

“Are you going to be in the imagination?” Logan asks him.

“Well, duh. I’ll obviously be out of earshot, but duty calls, and I have quests to attend to! Can’t have a realm without it’s heroes, right?”

“I guess not.” Logan nods. Roman’s going to play immersive make-belief then. Very well. That does usually help with Thomas’s motivation. Logan thinks of asking to join him sometime, and then decides that would most likely end horribly. Maybe Dungeons & Dragons would be a better solution.

He leaves Roman at the doorway, going to retrieve Patton. It isn’t very hard; he finds him in the living room holding a picnic basket and smiling brightly.

“That really, isn’t necessary.” He points to the basket. “We have food at the location.”

“What’s a little more? Besides, I have a little surprise to help with the planning.” He leans in and fake whispers.

Logan blinks. “A planner?”

“No, even better. But don’t guess. You know your old Patton-ership Person can’t keep a secret for very long.”

Logan groans at the pun, and they head back through Roman’s door to the imagination. It isn’t long before they reach the flowery hills (Logan wanted it to be accessible, to avoid an awkwardly long walk), and he sits down on the large blanket. Patton coos at the view, and the enchanting flower fields.

“Is Roman here?” He asks, looking around. He sets the basket down.

“He said he wouldn’t be nearby, and I trust his word, but he is in the imagination.”

Patton lets out a sigh in relief and sits down. “Okay. I just know he’d be mad if he found out, buuut…” He opens the petite basket’s lid, and like the objects from Mary Poppins bag sprouts Janus, arms held out dramatically.

“What is up losers? I’m here to foil all of your plans.” He lightly steps out of the basket, and plops down so they’re all facing each other in a triangle. “By making them better. You’ll thank me later.”

Although Logan is surprised, he isn’t really bothered. He’s quite similar to Roman in the theatrics, so perhaps he’ll prove to add ideas that would give life and a charming flair to his own.

“Very well.” Logan pulls out a notepad from god-knows-where. “Welcome to the ‘date’.” He does quotation marks with his fingers, and Patton leans excitedly to Janus.

“I think that’s what we’re calling it now. ‘Date’, but you have to do the thing with your fingers.” He does the finger quotations.

“What a lame concept. I love it.” Janus smiles. “I’m absolutely dreading spectating this ‘date’.” He does the finger quotations, and adds a little more emphasis on the word. At least he seems to be having fun.

“So. First step: The goal.”

“Find out if Roman really does have legs.” Janus answers at the same time Patton exclaims “Marry a pretty prince!”

“That was not supposed to be a guessable statement. And both of you are wrong. Patton, we do not have legal documents and cannot legally marry. The goal is to ‘woo’ Roman.”

“There may be or may not be a very easy solution for this.” Janus suggests, lounging back and checking his nails despite his gloves.

“What would be that solution?” Logan narrows his eyes at him.

“Oh I don’t know… Tell him how you feel.” He looks at him face-on, dead-serious.

“But… He most likely does not feel the same way. Besides, he wouldn’t like something so… Insignificant. He’s embodied himself after a prince, for Newton’s sake.” Logan argues, heart clutching painfully (metaphorically, obviously. If someone’s heart clutches painfully in real life, he recommends they go to a doctor and get it checked), and looking off into the distance, calculating the odds of rejection. He so far has not detected any signs or repercussions in the romance, and with Roman’s celebrity crushes being people like Adam Driver and Orville Peck, how is he supposed to compare? He can make a schedule planner less important than a social engagement.

“Oh come on, cheer up champ! I’m sure he’ll love it no matter what you do!” Patton encourages, giving him thumbs up. Logan looks at him, unimpressed.

“But will he really? These… Unnecessary feelings have rendered me even less functioning around him, so psychologically speaking, I’ve been even less perfect around him. He lives off the idea of a perfect, film-like life. Disney prince… Disney Relationship, Disney prince partner. Why would he like me? I look like a teacher.” As Logan continues his rant, now up and pacing, Janus shoots Patton a knowing look, and Patton eventually looks at him with an unknowing look.

“What?” Patton asks quietly, as Logan rambles.

“You don’t know?” Janus looks surprised.

“Know what?”

“Roman hasn’t told you about… You know…”

Patton looks at him, attempting to decipher what he means. Eventually, he quizzically does a limp wrist.

“No!” Janus whisper-shouts, exasperated. “Of course he’s gay. I’m talking about something else.”

“I’m lost.” He admits.

Janus leans in and whispers into his ear.

“Oh yeah! He has.” Patton gives him a thumbs up.

“I need a new style!” Logan turns and points at them, and they both display their shock easily.

“Dear god no. You’d look more out of place than Remus during the cosplay phase.” Janus jerks back, appalled. (Besting Remus in being out of place while he was in Thomas’s cosplay phase is nothing to roll your eyes at. Stripper Kermit is only one of many horrendous ideas that Janus has had the pleasure of being scarred by.)

“But think about it. You often see someone in a new light when they go through a big style change, whether they’ve changed as a person or not. When we altered our outfits for the first time, it was like a fresh new start. We were new, and more impressive models of our past selves of just three seconds before.”

“I see your point kiddo, but that just isn’t you! It’ll work against you in the long run if you try to be someone that you’re not.”

“Agreed. Seriously. Not to mention you’d be boring no matter what you wear; might as well be more comfortable doing it.”

Logan considers it. He nods, and sits down. “Alright. Thank you for your encouragement. I’m still not going to tell him outright.”

Patton raises his hand. “I have an idea.”

“Alright, hit us.” Janus looks at him.

“If you are to hit us, do it gently please. And preferably on the arm. I quite like these glasses.” Logan nods, accepting his fate.

“It’s an expression.” Janus side-eyes him, and gestures for Patton to start.

“How about… We leave the idea of telling him directly as an option, but also make a plan? That way, you have many options to pick from!” He encourages, looking like a parent bargaining with their toddler.

“That wouldn't be unreasonable.” Logan takes out a pen, and clicks it on. “Now, why don’t we start?”

By the time they leave the imagination, Logan has notes full of ideas. It’s a little bit difficult to have the best brainstorms without a literal embodiment of creativity, but both of them are bad ideas to invite for different reasons, and not being in charge of creativity doesn’t stop the rest of them from coming up with creative thoughts. (If that were the case, the same concept could be applied to himself, and it would have probably killed him by now if he were the only one with an ounce of logic.)

He steps into Roman’s room. Nice as always, if not looking slightly blank. Maybe he’s just used to the disorder now.

He rips out a separate paper, and leaves it on Roman’s cluttered desk, to notify him in the future that he is no longer in his realm. He catches a glimpse of other papers on his desk, and is that-

“Poetry?” Obviously, Logan does not want to disrespect his privacy, but he does read the line he has seen. It was quite good. It seemed to be about jealousy, but he’s not the best at deciphering emotions, so he isn’t completely sure. He also catches a few typos.

He stands straight again, paces a little bit and just as he's about to sink out, he hears the imagination door open.

Roman stumbles in, heaving and drenched in sweat. He looks dull and lifeless, until he looks at Logan. It’s like a switch goes off, and he looks like his usual self again.

“Heading out?”

“That’s right. The date just ended.”

“That’s wonderful! How did it go?” He asks, strutting over, trying hard but failing to hide a limp.

“Are you alright?” Logan looks at him, and the standard first aid courses that Thomas has taken in his lifetime start kicking in.

"I'm-" And a poorly concealed wince. "Okay. Just a scrape from the dragon witch. Nothing a happy pappy prince can't handle."

"That's not something you usually say." Logan squints at him, taking a step closer. "Did you hit your head? You're starting to sound like Patton. I'm not leaving here until you let me help you."

"Ugh, fine." He flails out his arms, and then jerks them back in pain. "But seriously, how did it go?"

"It went well. Thank you for the Irish bells. We discussed things that one would do in a romantic setting, and then we dispersed. There will be another date fairly soon. I just stayed to drop off a note on your desk to inform you of our departure."

His eyes go wide. "My desk? Did you read any of my writing?" He asks, sounding panicked, with a hint of defensive nature.

"I did, actually. Not on purpose, I'm sorry. It was a poem that I believe is about jealousy. I read the third paragraph. It was quite well done." Logan bashfully admits.

"Oh. Thank you." He offers a small smile.

Logan suddenly remembers the wounds. "Now. Let's get to fixing you up. Do you have any cuts? Scrapes? Open wounds?" As he sits Roman down and checks over his injuries, he can't help but hurt a little bit on the inside. Roman's self preservation seems to have left him a long time ago, and he always gets reckless. He can't seem to let anyone see his weakness, and that's perhaps what he and Logan have most in common; although, Logan hasn't been injured physically in quite a while.

He finds a first aid kit (in Roman's nightstand. How concerning.) and helps patch up his wounds. Thankfully, Roman wasn't fully lying, as his injuries mainly consisted of bruises and mild cuts, but Logan made sure to take care of them all the same.

"I just realized." Roman whispers, eyes closed as Logan puts a band-aid on his arm.

"That's a new concept."

Roman ignores that. "You've done so much for me over the last while. To be fair, you always do things for me, but this week... Teaching me how to bake, leaving out cookies for me, which were heavenly by the way, thank you, helping with nail polish even though it was on your bed, this... It's quite a lot. I feel like I haven't done enough for you."

"Oh come on, don't metaphorically sell yourself short. This whole time, you've helped me set up my dates with Patton. Many of them, in fact. I had been nervous to tell him, and you helped me the whole way along. I am quite grateful for your contributions, Roman." Logan chuckles a little bit, because although expressing your gratitude for something that you don't care about may seem pointless, Roman still put in all of the effort. He did the planning, the setup and design, and wherever he was needed, he'd be. Logan had heard that he even managed to convince Remus to keep the funky business away from the 'dates'. That's quite a lot of work, and Logan appreciates every second of it.

"Nooo but that isn't enough! I want to take you somewhere special to thank you."

"Really Roman, that isn't necessary-"

"Thomas!" Roman screams into his ceiling. "You know how you're free in three weekends!? Yeah, well you're going to a planetarium now! Bring friends so you don't look like a loser." And sure enough, he can feel that Thomas has got the idea.

Logan's heart metaphorically explodes out of his chest with how strong it's beating. Thomas hasn't been to a planetarium in ages. It isn't really Logan's role to suggest activities on the fun side, so he's kept to himself, silently hoping for another side to bring it up. They have spare money for it. And here it is. In three weeks from now.

"That's... I don't know what to say. Thank you." He clutches the first aid kit to his chest.

"Well duh thank me, but it's okay. It's payback." Roman gives him two band-aid speckled thumbs up. "Consider it a date."

Uh-

Hm. Well, there goes Logan. On the floor. Dead.

~~~

"More sophisticated and logical word for fuck."

Logan slams open Virgil's door, just as he's putting the last details on his embroidered spider web jacket.

"Dude, what?" Vrigil turns to him, only to see Logan laying on the floor, malfunctioning.

He goes over to the lifeless form. “Logan… You, like, never come to me with your emotional problems. I can’t help people. Do you want me to tease you? Because I can totally tease you.” He pokes him, and Logan rolls over to face the ceiling.

“It’s because I never have emotional problems, Virgil. I believe in you to keep a secret however.”

“Is this about the planetarium Thomas just planned? Because I can totally see why he shouldn’t go, with all those people around, judging his every step, and the chance of being separated from his friends, or seeing someone familiar and it’s just awkward..”

“No, I agreed to the idea. I had wanted to go for quite a while.”

“Does it… Have to do with Roman?”

“Of course it has to do with Roman. Even now, he is still the largest thorn in my side.”

“Apparently you’re a masochist then. So, what’s up with him and the planetarium?” Virgil circles him, seeming bored but willing to hear the story.

“He was the one who suggested it. In fact he said to  ‘a date’.”

“Ahh. So you are here for emotional issues.”

“It’s not an emotional issue. I simply wanted to tell you that I think it is an optimal time to tell Roman about my newfound fondness for him.” He sits up, and Virgil gives him a hand to stand.

Virgil chuckles. “It’s not bad to ask for help, Logan. But that does sound like a good idea, or whatever.”

“Of course it’s a good idea.” Logan says, hand bouncing up and down at a rapid pace. He looks like he’s sweating. Virgil squints.

“But you’re nervous.” He observes. “And you want to talk about it with someone.” He holds up a hand before Logan can protest. “Ah-ah. Don’t lie to me on this one. Sit down.” He takes out a chair, and then looks at Logan. “You know what, maybe not in my room.”

So they go to Logan’s room, and he explains his plans, and some worries, and Virgil nods along and agrees.

“By the way, have you been seeing the way Roman’s been acting lately?” After Logan seems to have finished with ideas, and they were just sitting together, Virgil speaks up.

“No? Perhaps. He did want to make cookies, which is odd for him, and he called me kiddo, if I remember correctly.” Logan recounts the last few days. He’s not completely sure. Roman has always been a slight enigma to him.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. A few days ago, he came into the living room, and he was wearing a polo! If it weren’t for the colors, I would’ve thought he was Patton. And then.” Virgil stares at Logan, who looks impassively back at him. “Just yesterday, Remus told me that he dumped some of his posters into the trash.”

“Ah, perhaps he’s finally taking advantage of his wall space.” Logan says quite proudly, in a room where there are many cork boards on every left-over piece of wall he has open.

“No, you don’t get it. When’s the last time you’ve seen his room without posters?”

“To be honest, I don’t remember.” Logan admits. Virgil nods along, his eyes staring at him intensely. “Because I barely ever go into his room.” Virgil slumps. “Listen, Virgil, the concern is appreciated, and I support you continuing to collect evidence on this matter, however, it sounds like he’s trying something new out. I have no reason yet to be concerned.”

“Okay, whatever.” He gets up from his chair. “I hope you feel better, nerd. Catch you later.” He salutes, and just sinks out.

Logan continues to stare at where Virgil once was, thoughts jittering. Is Roman really acting that strange? He almost sounds like he’s trying to become Patton. Maybe he’s looking to renew his look for Thomas? He had been rather heart-broken when he misinterpreted Thomas calling him his hero. He also likes costume changes. Maybe he’s preparing something.

Logan hopes that Roman will be alright in the end. And that he himself will be as well. He takes a deep breath. He can do this.

~~~

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Something You Can’t Deny

A/N - wow this has taken me ages to write and it’s a lot longer than I intitally planned it to be! Sorry 😬 I always get carried away with oneshots and this Mingi one just got me! I’m a little (or very) whipped for him 😂 but I hope you enjoy!

When someone asks what Mingi is to you the first word that comes to mind in enemie. He’s your rival, the reason for your anger, the person that drives you completely insane. Most people don’t understand the pure hatred you have towards each other. Your fued seemingly coming out of nowhere. At first even you were confused as to why Mingi didn’t like you, but then, after numerous attempts at trying to be friendly, you gave up and decided to hate him back. You can live with the fact that not everyone is going to like you.

“Do we really have to watch a scary movie? I won’t be able to sleep tonight.” You plea as Yunho selects the horror genre on Netflix, shooting your best puppy eyes around the room in an attempt to get any form of sympathy.

“Quit being such a baby and get over it.” Mingi snarls, causally throwing a piece of popcorn in the air in an attempt to catch it in his mouth. He looks so unphased by the premis of a horror but everyone in the room knows as much as he does that deep down he isn’t keen on the idea either.

When the popcorn bounces off his nose and ends up on the floor you smirk, feeling satisfied that he hadn’t managed to look suave and cool. It’s instant karma for his uncalled for remark.

“You’ll be ok, I’m right here to protect you.” San scoots closer to your side, protectively wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest. You let out a quiet chuckle as you accept his hug, your arms making their way around his body so you can snuggle comfortably into his side.

“I think she has a better chance of getting through this movie if I protect her. With you, (Y/N) risks getting jolted around at every jump scare.” Jongho teases, laughing heartily as San whines and turns to complain to Seonghwa like siblings with their parents.

“Stop making a fuss, I wanna actually watch this.” Mingi snaps, throwing a pillow at San as the movie begins playing. He seems grumpy, a deep frown on his face as he glares in your direction, glancing between you and San momentarily before launching the pillow.

It ends up hitting you in the face, your cheeks turning bright red in embarrassment as Mingi snorts with laughter. He looks pleased with himself as you sit up, moving yourself away from San’s side. It’s like that’s what he had intended to happen.

“Oops.” He states with a mocking twinge in his tone, earning an elbow and glare from Yeosang next to him in return.

~

“I’ve left the pillow and blanket on the sofa for you, and there’s a charger for you to use on the coffee table, ok?” Seonghwa informs you as you enter the kitchen after getting your pyjamas on; an old T-shirt that you stole from Yunho and some pink spotty shorts. It’s your go to lazy outfit when you have a PJ day at home.

“Thank you Hwa.” You cuddle into his side, nuzzling your head into him affectionaly as he envelops you in his arms, laughing at your actions.

“It’s alright. See you in the morning.” He pats your head and you feign annoyance, forever adamant that you don’t like it when he does that. But deep down you both know you do.

“Goodnight.” You respond, turning around to grab a glass of water to take with you to bed.

You don’t want to acknowledge Mingi as he enters the room and let’s out a grumble upon seeing you, but you’re tired and can’t be bothered to put up with him right now. Your temper worn thin over the course of the day.

“What was that for?” You defensively question, a scour replacing the contented smile that was previously on your face.

“None of your business princess.” Mingi condescendingly mocks.

“Then why’d you have to snarl at me.” You’re trying everything in your power not to seeth at him, but it’s too difficult when Mingi makes your blood boil just from the arrogant look on his face.

“Because I’m always so happy to see you, can’t you tell?” His sarcastic laugh is enough to send you over the edge of anger, it makes your whole body feel like it’s going to explode.

It annoys you to no end how he treats you, particularly because he has no reason to be so rude all the time. He just goes out of his way to treat you like trash. To mock and belittle you. It’s infuriating.

“You know what, I’m done putting up with you! I can handle the fact that not everyone is going to like me, but when you act this way for no reason, it’s horrible.” Your explosion of anger takes Mingi by surprise, his whole expression shocked as he watches you with wide eyes. He had never thought you would become this angry in front of him, let along blow up in his face like this. But you have and he doesn’t know how to react.

“Don’t even try to excuse yourself.” You quickly cut in as you notice Mingi open his mouth, about to speak.

“Just leave me alone from now on.” You’re seething, bluntly putting him in his place before deciding you don’t even want to stay for the night anymore. You’ve had enough.

“Woah, what’s going on? Is everything alright?” You almost crash into Hongjoong on your way out of the kitchen. You look as though you could simultaneously punch a wall and burst into tears.

“I’m going home, I can’t stand Him.” You shudder bitterly, throwing your shoes on and brabbing your bag.

Hongjoong just stands frozen, confused and upset by your anger. He watches as you leave, odd socks stuffed into your shoes and oversized pyjamas, the door slamming shut behind you.

“I heard a bang! Is everyone alive?” San comes running into the hallway, followed my Wooyoung and Jongho.

“(Y/N) left, the bang was the front door. She was pretty pissed off.” Hongjoong informs the guys as they nod in understanding.

“Why was she pissed off?” Jongho questions, voicing the question that even Hongjoong wanted to know a proper answer to.

“I think I have a good idea...” San narrows his eyes in suspicion before heading off.

~

You wake up the next morning to your phone going off with numerous messages and missed calls. But it’s what you get for storming off without informing anyone as to why. They’re probably worried sick and desperate to get through to you.

With that thought in mind you reach out to grab your phone off the bedside table before unlocking it and swiping through all the notifications. Each of them have sent though multiple texts, along with a few missed calls from Seonghwa and Hongjoong. But there’s one that catches your eye. It makes your breath hitch as you read the message.

It’s apparent it’s from Mingi, although it’s displayed as from an unknown number; you’d never bothered keep him as a contact because why would you ever want to message him anyway? But you must admit his message is kind of sweet: I didn’t think I upset you that much... I hope you’re ok.

You’re not sure why but it seems to fill you with some sort of weird feeling, finding yourself staring at the message in a daze.

Maybe it’s not real and you’re just imagining, hoping, that Mingi actually cares about you... maybe one of the guys stole his phone and sent the message for him.

Or maybe he really does care.

It’s a strange thought but one that you can’t seem to shake off. Your mind still thinking about the message as you hit call on Seonghwa’s number and wait for him to answer.

“Finally, it’s about time you answered one of us.” He scolds as soon as he picks up, tone unimpressed and you can just imagine the disappointed look he would be giving you if he were here right now.

“I’m sorry, I’ve only just woken up.” You mumble, voice hoarse and throat dry.

“You sound awful, how’re you feeling?” Seonghwa’s voice instantly softens when he hears you speak. Come to think of it you feel very sluggish, a headache brewing and eyes aching, still feeling sensitive from all your crying last night. There’s no doubt Seonghwa can sense this through the phone.

“I feel crap.” You dryly chuckle, trying to make light of the situation at least a little, but your laugh comes out half-assed, like you are forcing yourself to seem more fine than you really are.

You continue your conversation with Seonghwa, answering all his questions about what happened last night, both of you unaware of the prying ears that listen in carefully.

Hearing your voice alone makes Mingi’s heart clench in pain. He hates that he is the reason behind it, although he would never admit that to you.

Your relationship with Mingi is complicated, one that he would struggle to explain if asked to. You see, Mingi’s mean and spiteful attitude towards you isn’t because he actually hates you, it’s more because he gets a kick out of your reactions. He loves the attention you give him when you are mad, and even more so when you are sassy. It drives him crazy, making his head spin with how much his heart races anytime you argue. So much so it’s not healthy. But it’s the only way you actually give him attention and so he has found himself looking forward to teasing you purely for that reason.

He never realised he had taken it too far the previous night; with all the snarky comments throughout the movie and then his general attitude afterwards, it sent you over the edge.

Mingi holds his breath, hiding himself from view as soon as he hears Seonghwa begin to hang up, telling you to be over as soon as possible.

But there’s one prevailing thought in his mind as he begins thinking about what to do next. He can’t miss his chance.

~

“Do you mind if we go somewhere more private, I just don’t want to face anyone.” You mumble as you are pulled by Seonghwa towards the living room.

He stops mid way, turning to give you a glance and when his eyes meet yours he reads the anxiousness and sadness that they hold.

“Sure.” Seonghwa meekly smiles. He had hoped to get you and Mingi to cross paths so you could finally resolve your differences, but now that doesn’t seem likely.

“What do you want to do?” Seonghwa casually questions as you fall onto his bed and cuddle up into the duvet.

“I want to stay like this for the rest of eternity.” Your voice comes out muffled by the sheets which makes Seonghwa laugh, a fond smile on his face as he stands at the foot of his bed.

“Unfortunately that’s not an option.” He chuckles, watching as you complain and turn yourself to lay on your back, eyes gazing up at the ceiling as if it’s the most interesting thing you have ever seen. “I really think we should get your mind onto something else... what about we cook something?” Seonghwa suggests.

“No...” you whine, moving your focus onto your friend as he huffs. “All I want to do is hibernate in here with you and some movies... and lots of snacks.” You state, sitting up so you can gage what Seonghwa’s reaction will be.

“You know what, let’s do it. But you need to go buy the snacks.” He smirks, pleased with himself that he has found a loophole in your plan to stay hidden away.

You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance, though your smile gives away how you truly feel.

“Fine, I’m going now.” You push yourself off the bed, trudging lazily out of the room to grab some money before leaving to complete your task.

~

“What do I choose?” You mumble out loud to yourself, so deep in thought that you haven’t realised other people can actually hear you.

“I would go for the cheese flavour, it’s the best.” Your head snaps to the left, the voice having made you jump. You didn’t even realise anyone was in the same isle as you, let alone standing by your side.

But your heart begins to race when you realise who the voice belongs to, your mouth falling open so you end up gawking at Mingi beside you.

“I don’t need your help.” You flatly respond as soon as you regain your composure. Mingi watches you in amusement, taking great pleasure from catching you off guard.

When he saw you enter the shop he thought he must be hallucinating. His guilty mind playing tricks on him as he becomes increasingly desperate to see you, to have a chance to apologise. Then he realised that this was his chance to approach you, clear the air of tension between you, or at least that’s what he was hoping for.

“Alright, I was just trying to be nice.” He holds his hands up in defence, though his smirk only makes you increasingly more annoyed.

“You, being nice pft.” You scoff, rolling your eyes as you begin moving away from Mingi.

“It is possible you know... here, let me get them for you.” He reaches out to grab the bag of chips, gaining your attention once again.

“Oh no, that’s not gonna happen.” You shake your head, folding your arms defensively. You can’t allow this to happen purely because you know this is Mingi’s way of clearing his conscience. He doesn’t really care about you.

“Too late!” Mingi suddenly makes a run for it, dashing over to the register to pay, a cute little squeal emitting from him in excitement. You catch yourself genuinely laughing at Mingi, finding his behaviour highly amusing and quite endearing.

“Here, all yours.” You wipe the smile off your face before Mingi can notice as he approches you holding out the bag of chips for you to take.

“I told you I don’t want them.” You shift your gaze away from him to look unforgiving. Truth is you don’t want to see the disappointment on his face.

Mingi lowers his arm back to his side, bag of chips still clutched in his hand as he stares at you, saddened by your coldness. He’s aware that he deserves it but he was really hoping you would find some part of you to forgive him.

“Please accept my peace offering (Y/N), I really am trying to ammend things between us.” Mingi’s voice comes out delicate, his sincerity making you feel guilty.

You glance up at him, sighing in defeat as you see his eyes becoming glazed over with tears; you’d be heartless to not forgive him.

“Fine.” You coyly smile, reaching out to accept Mingi’s gift. “But you’re joining the movie marathon I’m having with Seonghwa tonight... as a thank you.” You continue, finally letting your guard slip away, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips when Mingi’s face lights up.

~

“Finally! what took you so long? Oh, I see...” Seonghwa begins to playfully scold you, only stopping when he sees Mingi appear behind you, a knowing grin teasing his lips.

“Mingi bought us some snacks so I invited him along.” You attempt to keep a straight face, wanting to play down the fact that you are trying to start again. It’s no big deal right? Just one of those casual suddenly becoming friends with the enemie scenarios.

“Alright.” Seonghwa’s mind is filled with a dozen questions as to how you managed to get to this point in such a short amount of time, but he doesn’t voice them. There’ll be time soon enough.

“What movies have you picked?” Mingi causally questions, picking up the remote to scroll through the playlist on Netflix that has been lined up.

~

You aren’t sure what time it is when you suddenly jolt awake. It takes you a minute to gather your surroundings, the room blanketed in darkness and tv no longer on.

Seonghwa must have switched it off after you’d fallen asleep, it’s happened many times during your past movie marathons together. It’s like a sequence of events that happen every time, you both begin watching a movie and then around halfway through the film you doze off, leaving Seonghwa to finish watching it alone.

This time, however, is a little different from normal. For starters you are cuddled into someone, head resting on their chest as it calmly rises and falls. Their arms are wrapped around your waist, keeping you close and secure. But what has caught you off guard the most is that as you slowly lift you head away, you realise that it’s Mingi who you have fallen asleep on.

Never in a million years would you have thought this could happen. And yet you aren’t repulsed.

You catch yourself staring at him. He looks so peaceful, ethereal, as he sleeps and you have to stop yourself from admiring him too much. He could never like you. Even up until today he has always gone out of his way to be rude and make fun. You’re stupid to even think you have the slightest chance.

Feeling your heart sink you decide to distract yourself and look around the room in search for Seonghwa, to see if he is awake or not. It quickly dawns on you that he is nowhere to be found.

“What time is it?” You feel your heart rate quicken upon hearing Mingi’s groggy voice, shuffling away a little erratically to create some distance between you as panic overtakes your body. How long has he been awake? Does he know you’ve been staring?

“What’s wrong?” He tilts his head in confusion, pout resting on his lips as his arms reach out to draw you back in a little, though not too much. Mingi can see the panic written on your face and he doesn’t want to scare you off, but at the same time he wants to wrap you in cotton wool and keep you safe forever.

“I... need to go.” It takes you a minute to respond, suddenly jumping out of Mingi’s reach and rushing out of the room.

“(Y/N)! Wait up.” Mingi rushes after you, stopping when he finds you stood in the middle of the living room, face buried in your hands. “Why are you acting so strange.” He softly questions, his arm gently placed on your shoulder to try and provide some comfort.

“Me, strange! No no no, I’m not strange. What’s strange is this! Us, cuddling together and acting like we haven’t hated each other for years.” You blurt, your mind running wild in a frenzy as you can’t seem to calm down.

Mingi stays silent, watching you as he is deep in thought. He can’t help but find your reaction to falling asleep cuddled up together really cute. And truth be told he’s glad that it happened, being close to you has always been something he’s wanted. He’s seen it between you and the others, making him act out in jealousy. He’s always taken it out on you and that’s what’s pushed you away all this time. But watching you freak out now makes him think that maybe it could be because you have the same feelings for him that he has for you.

You fall silent when you realise Mingi is just staring, finally meeting his gaze as he looks at you. He looks deep in thought, a flicker of contemplation sweeping across his face when you notice his eyes glance at your lips before retracting back to your eyes, then back to your lips again.

You aren’t sure what to do, time seemingly slowing down as you watch Mingi move closer in slow motion. You feel a hand on your waist, the other caressing you’re cheek as it tilts your face up, his eyes staying firmly trained on your lips.

He stops when you are millimetres apart, your lips agape as you become breathless. It’s a dizzying sensation, being this close to Mingi. You’re frozen. You don’t want to resist in case he backs away, but you also don’t want to be the first to make a move in case that’s not what he’s intending.

His eyes glance up from your lips, meeting your gaze and staring deeply into your eyes in search of any reluctance. And when he finds none his head dips, lips connecting to yours tenderly.

You respond instantly, eyes fluttering shut as your hands move to grip onto his arms tightly. Your legs feel like jelly, whole body becoming distant as you indulge in this moment. It’s filled with affection and care, a tenderness that you never thought you would see from Mingi, yet here you are. Just you and him, alone in this moment.

You break away gently, heavy breaths mixing and foreheads resting together. Your eyes meet Mingi’s as he watches you nervously, a smile of relief overtaking his face when he hears you giggle.

“What was that for?” You whisper, acting coy as you feel a deep blush rise up your face.

“It felt right.” You feel Mingi’s thumb rub over your cheek as he watches you fondly.

“Alright love birds, can you be quiet now? Some of us are trying to sleep.” Your attention is diverted onto Yeosang as he stands in the door way along with Seonghwa. You can tell they aren’t really that mad for keeping them awake, but you do still feel a little guilty.

“Hey, let us have our moment! Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” Mingi complains, mock annoyance in his tone as he tries and fails to hide his smile.

“Believe me when I say we do.” Seonghwa chuckles teasingly. You roll your eyes playfully before turning back to Mingi and reaching out to take his hand. Your fingers interlace with his, making his attention fall back to you.

“Come on, we should get back to bed.” You raise your brow, smirk playing on your lips as you pull Mingi back to bed. Mingi complies with a wide grin, shaking his head as he laughs at your teasing behaviour.

Although you had spent so long hating each other, you’re glad that things have finally changed. I guess there’s just something between you that is bigger than all of that. Something you can’t deny.

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[stan-joonies]

Leaving The Nest

summary: Y/N believes it's about time she left. What does her dad think about that.

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Y/N sighed, watching all the humans gather in a line to get their food.

Her eyes avoided both Edwards and Alice's, who's looked at her with an emotion she could bare to see.

For three hundred years Y/N went to school, played an innocent fourteen year old up to eighteen. She studied the same subjects, learnt the same things and then she'd move after a couple years and do it again.

She had finally gotten bored. She had thought about leaving for fifty years, her dad was the only thing to stop her.

They'd been attached to the hip ever since he'd found her in the woods, bleeding out from an attacker.

She remembered nothing but the gruesome attack. Not even her parents, so she now called Carlisle her dad.

At imagining how he'd look at her when he would learn of her want to leave, it would break him.

Carlisle was much like Esme. He loved having his children close. It was hard enough for him to accept Edward moving out to live with Bella a little further away from the main house in Forks.

But now they had moved from Forks, having not wanted to raise suspicion, and they all lived together again.

Well...for now.

Y/N had finally made up her mind and decided that it was time for her to move out.

She has been afraid to leave him. But now he could focus his attention on Bella and Renesmee, the newest additions.

But she couldn't do this anymore. She wanted to branch out and live like she was ment to, NOT IN SCHOOL.

Y/N was always an adventurous spirit. And while she had been to many different countries, she was always restricted because of school.

She wanted to explore the world, branch out and travel around, and she couldn't get that here, with her coven.

She was adamant that she would visit, despite Edward saying that she'd eventually loose contact and forget about them.

She looked to her siblings, all looking at her expectantly.

"I'm leaving." She sighed, looking at them all. "Going to go travel for a bit."

Rosalie scowled at her .

"How long is 'a bit'."

Y/N looked away.

"I'll visit, i promise."

"Ha!" Rosalie hissed. "Sure, you'll get too wrapped up in your own world. You'll loose contact."

Alice spoke up, rubbing Jasper's shoulder.

"As far as i can see, she does keep contact for the most part."

"The most part?" Rosalie questioned, glaring at Y/N.

"She'll find her mate, but there will be complications and you will loose contact for a couple of years, but it'll work out eventually." Alice stated.

"It's another reason i have to go." Y/N added. "Alice says she can't see me meeting my mate if i stay in the coven. "

"What about Carlisle? And Esme? They'll be heartbroken!"

"They'll be fine, they have to be."

-

Y/N stood at the end of the table with Carlisle, having told Esme the news before he got home from work. Everyone had gone hunting, agreeing that they needed privacy.

"So," Carlisle smiled, looking at her. "Why did you need to speak to me?"

"I'm leaving," She blurted out. She had to, if she hadn't said it then she wouldn't of said it at all.

Carlisle froze, looking at her wide eyed.

"Leaving?"

"I can't stay here, Dad. I need to leave. I feel so constricted, " she explained.

"What? Are you going off Animal blood?"

"No, but i want to leave and get out of school. There's things out there that i have never seen. I want to go see them and i want to explore. I'm not ment to play house, Dad..."

Carlisle looked at her.

"But where will you go? Are you travelling alone?"

Y/N smiled, however her eyes tinged with sadness. "I'm a vampire Dad, I'm certain i can look after myself."

This didn't seem to calm to turmoil in his eyes and his grip seemed to tighten around the table.

"I'll come back for visits...Alice says I'll be able to keep in contact."

"Consistently?"

"...yeah,"

The doctor sighed, an action that looked so human, and opened his arms to her. The girl flew into them and burried her head in his shoulder. His strong arms immediately wrapped around her and his soft scent enveloped her.

In these arms she was safest.

But it would all soon come to an end.

Not me best work... but there you go!

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[crosbys-guccifloral-crocs]

What Was Once Mine - Part III

AN: sorry for the delay everyone! I hope you enjoy part 3! Without further ado, here it is...

Before you start -- Part I and II -- ALSO: I have absolutely NO ill feelings toward Jeffrey Azoff or who he is as a person. The character bashing and villain created in this story is purely FICTION. Jeff is actually an amazing little bean. 

Warnings: none really -- fluff, angst, mentioned cheating. 

Word Count: 2,474

Previously: “Please, Y/N enough with the small talk. I can’t take it. I miss you, I miss Lennie. This is the most time we’ve spent with one another since she was born 2 months ago. She needs us. I need us. Please, just let me explain, no excuses. And even after all of it, if you still don’t want me, I’ll let you go, just please let me try. Now, let’s go inside and chat, yeah?” Harry asks looking her in the eyes and putting a strand of her beautiful hair behind her ear. 

“Y/N — baby, listen to me, here I am, in front of you trying to tell you tha’ I don’t even remember sleeping with this woman. I don’t know how the panties got in my pocket. I’m not in denial about anything, my love. I truly, truly do not even remember sleeping with anyone. I could say tha’ I was drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing and tha’ it was a mistake, but I know that none of tha’ will fix what I’ve done. So I stand here today, on what has been one of the greatest days we’ve ever experienced as a family, and I vow to show you that I will change. I need to be better for you and for Lennon. I love yeh, so, so much and I’m sorry tha’ I hurt yeh. But I truly believe tha’ we are stronger than one mistake. Than my mistake.” Harry was begging now, practically on his knees in front of his wife.

“Harry, honey. What you did was nearly unforgivable. I never, ever thought that you of all people would hurt me so badly. And the fact that you did it before our child even got to experience a real family is unfathomable. But you’ve been here for her lately, regardless of our situation. And that’s what matters. I’m happy to continue to be with you when Lennie is involved, but I don’t think we can ever get back to what we were. I’m sorry, Harry. You should probably go. Lennon’s suitcase is packed and waiting by the door. I’ll pick her up Wednesday after work or Gemma will. I’ll let you know as soon as I can.” Y/N says wiping hastily at her teary eyes and kissing her baby goodbye as she turns to leave the room and head upstairs.

“Y/N, love! Wait I—” Harry makes a move to run up the stairs after her but hears a door slam shut.

“Well, little bird, I guess it’s just you and me. Let’s go, love.” Harry says to Lennon as she looks up at her father and chews on her fingers. Clueless to the chaos that is her parents lives.

Meanwhile, upstairs in the master suite of her home, Y/N cries into her knees as she brings them up to her chest in the bathtub. The water from the shower is cascading down her back; the falling water drowning out the sounds of her muffled cries.

“C’mon my love. You’ve got this! One more push and our little bird will be here! You can do it!” Harry encouraged.

“I can’t, H. It hurts too much.”

“Yes you can, baby. Don’t you want to meet our baby girl? She’ll be so lucky to have you as her mummy. I know it.”

Those few words gave Y/N all the encouragement she needed to bring their little love into the world. As the doctor laid the baby on Y/N’s chest, she looked at Harry and saw him looking at her and their daughter with more pride and love than he ever thought possible. No awards or number one singles or albums could ever amount to a moment so breathtaking and incredible as seeing one’s wife birth his first born. She (the baby) was so pure and so good. Being brought into a world that had all recently turned to shit. On what should have been the happiest day of their lives, without question it held an air of misfortune. Knowing that when Y/N and Harry brought their daughter home later that day he would not get to stay. But for that moment, in that hospital room as new parents, they were a family.

“Welcome to the world, Lennon Gemma Styles. We’ve been waiting for you a long time.” Y/N said, crying and she stroked her daughter’s cheek.

Later that day when harry came home from visiting Adam and his children with baby Lennie he noticed a piece of paper wedged in the door of his apartment. With Lennon in her baby Björn on his chest he kissed her head and read the note

H,

There’s something I need to tell you. Meet me at Daunt Books at 5 pm. I’ll be waiting by the stairs.

C.

Huh. “I wonder what this could be about, little bird.” Harry wondered aloud. Checking his watch, he noticed that it was only 3 pm. He still had 2 hours before he had to meet this mystery informant.

“Let’s have a snack, yeah? Are yeh hungry pretty girl?” He smiled at her, unstrapping her from the Björn and walking her into the kitchen.

 *** At the bookstore *** 

“Pssttt. Harry, over here!” He hears a feminine voice whisper. Just then a small dark haired figure emerges from behind the bookstore staircase.

“Cayla? That are you doing here?” Harry asks, dumbfounded.

“H. There’s something you need to know about what happened that night on tour.” Cayla says taking Lennon’s small hand in her own as she stands in front of Harry.

“It was Jeff’s fault, Harry. Not yours. He put E (ecstasy) in your drink that night. Why do you think you couldn’t remember anything the next day? I told myself I wasn’t going to tell you, I would just let it be. But I can’t stand to see your world falling apart.”

“First of all, don’t touch my daughter. And second, why didn’t you come forward months ago when my world was crashing down around me? Huh? I lost everything because of what ‘supposedly’ happened that night! For the last 5 months the love of my life has hated me! And for the last 2 months my baby girl has grown up without both of her parents together! But… how do I know you’re telling the truth? Why would Jeff even do something like that? Also, don’t call me “H” that title is reserved for my wife and family.” Harry seethes, stepping away and shielding his daughter from the woman who has all but ruined his life.

“Jeff isn’t who you think he is, Harry. You can trust me on that. I know I’m likely to be the very last person on this planet that you should trust, but for the sake of your marriage and your daughter, please just hear me out. Jeff planned this for months, Harry. I’m an actress, Jeff spiked your drink at the bar in Toronto that night and told me to convince you that we slept together. He told me that if I didn’t he would ruin my career, so I took you back to your hotel room and placed my panties in your pocket. All we did that night was sleep, I promise you that. I even have the video of him spiking your drink on my phone. Here.” Cayla says, passing Harry her phone.

** In the video **  

**Jeff is seen dropping which, would most likely have been an ecstasy tab into Harry’s gin and cranberry juice while H is off in the distance somewhere. ** “Now, Cayla… here’s the plan, once H drinks this I want you to do whatever you need to in order to get him to leave with you.” Jeff says.

“Why are you doing this Jeff? What has Harry – or his poor wife ever done to you?” Cayla replies.

“He hasn’t done anything – yet. But that bitch, Y/N is ruining his life. She’s always held him back. Being his classic ball and chain. And now, she’s pregnant! Soon enough, he’ll stop touring and maybe even performing altogether, and I’ll be out of a job. But I’m not just doing this for me. I’m saving all of our careers. Mitch’s, Adam’s, Clare’s, Sarah’s and especially Harry’s. Great songs come from painful experiences so just imagine what a divorce and single parenthood could do for Harry’s career. I can just smell a number one album in the works. And don’t think I forgot about you.” Jeff smirks, as he passes Cayla an envelope across the bar. $10,000 in cash.

“You can expect the other half when the job is complete and done to my satisfaction.”

** End vid **

“He sent me the other half of the money when news broke that you and Y/N had separated. I wanted to tell you about it right away, but I had no other way to reach you other than making the trip out here. And I had absolutely no intention of bringing what I had done to the attention of the press. so until I had the money, I couldn’t truly repent for what I’ve done. I don’t want Jeff’s dirty money. So please, please accept my apology. I hope everything works out for you.” Cayla cries, tearing up as she hands Harry a USB drive and an envelope with $20,000 in cash inside.

“Well, I appreciate your apology Cayla. But I’m fairly certain my relationship with my wife is far beyond repair. Unless by some miracle she believes this crazy tale and forgives me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I need some air.” Harry nods as he departs up the stairs of the bookshop and down the familiar London streets.

“Hey, Gem, it’s kind of a long story, but could you meet me at my apartment in 20? I need you to watch Len for a bit. I’ll explain everything as best I can when you get here, just please hurry.” Harry says in a breathless panic over the phone.        

“Of course, H. calm down I’m on my way.” Gemma replies.

“H? are you home? I came as soon as I could.” Gemma says calling out into the apartment for her baby brother and niece.

Gemma soon finds Harry holding Lennon to his chest and crying rather heavily.

“Oh, God, H are you ok? Is it Lennon?” Gemma wonders kneeling down in front of Harry.

“N-No, we’re fine, physically… b-but there’s something I need to tell you.” Harry stutters, as he proceeds to tell his sister what happened that fateful night.

* * *

“I – wow, H. this is unbelievable. You need to go to her, now. I’ll watch the princess. Now go get your girl, Har. And we’ll bring that bastard down soon enough.” Gemma responds taking Lennon from Harry so he can stand from the sofa.

“Okay, bye baby girl. Daddy loves you so much. I’ll be back, hopefully with mumma. See you soon.” Harry coos at his baby girl, kissing her forehead as she squirms and sleeps in Gemma’s arms.

*** At Y/N’s house ***

After her bath and therapeutic crying session earlier in the day, Y/N had finally made peace with the fact that her marriage may truly be over, while also pining over what she and Harry once were. But deep down she knew that she never wanted it to end.

Suddenly a faint knock at the front door brought her out of her trance and she peeled her eyes away from her wedding album, making her way down the stairs.

Opening the door to the most welcoming sight she had seen all day – her former knight in shining armour. “H-hey, H. what are you doing here?” Y/N questions wiping tears from her eyes. Her face soon void of any emotion other than the trail of tears glistening on her puffy red cheeks.  

“Baby, there’s something I really need to tell you. – Wait… have you been crying?” He rebuttals, rubbing a thumb over Y/N’s soft, rosy cheek. “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing, H, I’m fine, promise. What are you doing here? Where’s little bird?” his wife asks, slightly panicked.

“She’s okay, love. She’s with Gem at the apartment. I had to come alone, quickly. You may want to sit down for what I’m about to tell you.”

“Oh, God. Is it bad? It’s that girl isn’t it? She’s pregnant, isn’t she? Oh, God, I knew it.” Y/N cries breaking down into an even bigger puddle of tears and collapsing into Harry’s chest.

Though extremely mortified by her train of thought, Harry can’t help but let out the tiniest chuckle. “Actually, my love, that’s what I’m here to talk to you about. It’s extremely good news – well, if you could call it that I guess.”

“Wait, what?! You’re happy that you knocked up your mistress?!” Y/N shrieks in horror looking up at Harry’s emerald green eyes.

“No, baby, she’s not pregnant, I promise. Let’s go upstairs and chat shall we?” He suggests, suddenly getting serious as he takes her by the hand and leads her up the stairs to their (well her) bedroom.

Before he begins his explanation of that night his eyes can’t help but drift to the photo album laid out on their bed. On display are two photos representing the two happiest days of his life – his wedding day, and the birth of his little precious princess. He owes every happiness during those days, and every other day for the last 6 years to his beautiful wife. He can only hope that what he reveals to her in the next hour or so will be able to restore that happiness and not only repair, but strengthen their bonds as a couple and a family.

                                                 * * *

“What… ?! But why would Jeff do something so cruel? What did you or I ever do to him?” Y/N asks, clearly baffled by the situation and the video that she had just witnessed. “He ruined everything for us, H! I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry I kept Lennon from you for so long, I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you, baby.” Y/N cries, collapsing into Harry’s arms.

“No, baby, shh. It’s not your fault beautiful. Not even I knew what was real. Now, can we put this all behind us and move on?” Harry smiles, wiping his wife’s tears from her cheeks before looking her in the eyes as if to ask her permission to kiss her.

Y/N nods quickly and stands on her tippy toes to reach her husband’s lips, pulling him into the most passionate kiss that they have shared in over 5 excruciatingly painful months spent apart. Y/N is quick to push her husband down on the bed and straddle him, all without detaching their lips.  

“Mhm, Y/N, baby… wait. As much as I would love to make love to you right now, I think we are both a little bit too vulnerable. Let’s just call Gem and tell her to bring little bird home, yeah? I missed my girls. Can we just spend tonight as a family? I’ve not had both m’girls together for longer than a day before.” H smiles as he says this, looking up at his wife with the purest and loving expression.

“Of course we can, my love. But tomorrow, we make love. After we bring down that smug bastard. Now let’s get our baby over here.” Y/N assures. 

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[bussanbaby]

The Institute has never been a home for Alec.

He’s been born into it, the cold cathedral walls of order and humility, the black and white reality. His childhood has been a soldier’s stance, his mother’s sharp tongue and discipline still ingrained into him to this very day. Between the blue-tinted corridors and occasional trips to Idris, his whole life has played out without his input, because the eldest child wears the heavy crown of responsibility.

His life has been endless hours of studies and twice as much time spent training, until breathing burned his lungs and his knuckles turned into a kaleidoscope of bruises beneath the shattered light in the colors of the stained glass windows. His childhood was never truly his own, instead it belonged to his parents, stern-faced and cutting cold, because ‘mistake’ was not a word he was allowed to speak.

At first it stung, but with years passing, the ache was duller, something Alec learned to ignore in favor of trying to be the leader, doing the impossible, being good enough. His brother and sister listened alongside him how their lives were never worth as much as the cause, since the ends always justify the means, don’t they?

The Institute has never been a home, it’s been a base of operations and a fleeting place of stay, a temporary stage between birth and death; the Nephilim know their fate is a short life in the glory of misplaced priorities.They follow a path carved by the ones before them, even if it feels wrong, because to stand against the only thing you know is to be brave, stupid, or both. So Alec keeps his mouth shut, his emotions locked deep inside and his true self tucked away.

Each day used to start in a bedroom without windows, filled with dark and militant colours, then a breakfast eaten in silence, before they were briefed and sent out into the world. Alec has always enjoyed New York, the bustle of it drowning out all those nagging thoughts like dark clouds over a blue sky. The crowds allowed Alec to lose himself, become anonymous and free from all of the obligations weighing down his shoulders; the sound of the Institute doors closing behind him always made it easier to breathe.

So, when Alec is finally off duty, he immediately heads for the exit. His steps become more spry, and the stressed scowl semi-present on his face turns into a pleased half-smile at the very thought of what’s ahead. People say their goodbyes as he passes them, answering with nods, but his mind is already elsewhere.

Even though it’s only around five in the evening, the sun is low in the sky. The last rays of peach and amber sun are ricocheting against the New York skyscrapers, accompanied by the long strings of colorful fairy lights hung up in the leafless trees lining the sidewalks. The pathways are clear of snow, dark concrete dusted with sand and it’s as crowded as it gets. People are already making preparations for the upcoming holidays, taking advantage of all the kitschy and loud advertisements, their hands full of stuffed bags and faces lit up in excitement.

The winter chill bites at Alec’s gloved fingers as he swiftly makes his way through the throng of bodies, pulling the dark suede coat tighter around himself. While December weather is a pretty and nostalgic setting, Alec doesn’t appreciate the temperature dropping, his nose constantly red at the tip and his hands numb no matter how many layers he has on. Keeping that in mind, Alec runs his errands quickly, stepping in and out of a few mundane shops, runes and weapons glamoured.

At the end, he’s got a couple of plastic bags hanging around his wrist and tapping against the side of his thigh as he makes his way to Magnus’ loft. It’s a bit of a trek to the nearest subway station, so by the time he rounds the entrance and bounces down the steps, he can’t feel his toes anymore. On the upside, the subway car he picks is relatively far from packed and kind of clean. Foregoing the invisibility glamour, he tucks himself near one of the doors, a perfect vantage point for people-watching.

Usually, Alec would tip his head back and close his eyes, burying himself in his own thoughts and imagination, but now, he observes. To his right, a mother is rocking her sleeping daughter, the small girl curled up in her lap with a teddy bear. The woman lifts her head from where she has her mouth pressed against a freckled forehead, meets Alec’s gaze before smiling at him; he smiles back.

Alec’s never had that kind of warmth in his early life - his familial relationships were all quite distanced aside from his siblings and he’ll never forget the way they hugged him in a reassuring gesture of camaraderie. But it’s never been that heart-melting sweetness of love outside of blood-bonds, that feeling of belonging in someone’s arms and knowing their heart is your own.

Then, Magnus came along, took Alec’s hand and tugged him down a less-walked path to Eden on Earth. At first, it was all tentative and new, but slowly they learned to speak the same language and bend in compromise when needed. They shared secrets, bared their flaws and made memories clearer than any photograph. What they have has gone from a dance among eggshells to something sure and inextricable.

Home is a safe haven, a place to hide from storms, a bay to return to each evening with a smile on your face. Alec thinks of it as a place where he can be vulnerable and soul-bare, let down his guards and rest his head in his lover’s lap; where he’s allowed to just be.

The subway slows around a bend, jostling everyone inside the car and Alec watches dim lights flee past dirtied windows. An old couple sits beneath one of them, their hands wrinkled and colored with time, but still holding onto each other tight. Next to them sit two teenage boys sharing a pair of headphones, their eyes closed and heads tilted towards each other.

Home is a place where love is unapologetic and unconditional, where there’s no shame in heritage and past, where promises are kept and time doesn’t matter, because there’s never enough of it. Home is acceptance and respect, support in difficult decisions. It’s a forever hand-in-hand with the one Alec will hopefully marry one day.

He’s not sure what brings these thoughts out. Perhaps it’s the near-Christmas atmosphere, where the families shown on the TV gather around tables and sing carols in unison. Everyone sits and eats together, talking about happiness and love. Shadowhunters are traditionalists by nature, so normally they don’t celebrate Christmas, considering it as something mundane. Yet ever since the first time Alec has spent winter holidays with Magnus, they’ve taken to organising a small get-together for their friends and family, a pleasant relaxed dinner filled with laughter and delicious food made with care.

The speakers above Alec’s head announce the correct station and he blinks himself back into reality, following people outside the station. He stops for a moment, tilts his head towards the sky and lets his eyes dip closed as massive snowflakes float down from the navy and purple sky, little melting kisses landing on his cheeks and forehead, catching in his hair and eyelashes.

He’s tired and the world keeps turning too quickly, but it’s okay; for once, it’s okay.

The path to Magnus’ loft is ingrained in Alec’s brain by now, feet leading him on their own. The sweet smell of mulled wine from a vendor outside follows him into the elevator up to the last floor and to the penthouse doors.

Warmth welcomes Alec as soon as he crosses the threshold, enveloping his aching body in familiarity and a sense of calm. The lamps in the living room are off, but there’s a stripe of light coming from underneath the entrance to Magnus’ study, meaning he’s still working on something.

Alec tugs off his snow-covered boots and sets them neatly aside, adamant to not be one of the people traipsing all over the precious Persian rugs in dirty shoes. Then, off goes the thigh holster with the Seraph blade inside, set against a table in the hall. As Alec starts to unbutton his coat, he moves towards the office, the hum of New York a quiet ambiance in the background.

Everything feels still, yet lived-in at the same time. Subtle pieces of everyday life are scattered throughout the space - a fuzzy blanket neatly folded over the back of the blue armchair, a book left out on the coffee table, a bracelet abandoned on the arm of the couch.

Alec pushes the doors with the tips of his fingers, letting them slowly swing open to reveal Magnus sitting at his desk, bathed in the honeyed glow of the lights. He seems deep in thought, chin propped up on the back of his palm and a pen tapping rhythmically against the edge of an open book. The whole mahogany surface is taken up by aged volumes and sheets of paper filled with Magnus’ elegant handwriting. On the far edge of it, Alec can spot an empty whiskey glass, which is just more proof Magnus has been working for a while.

Alec doesn’t want to interrupt and break Magnus’ concentration, but before he can back away, Magnus lifts his head, tips it to either side in a stretch before he senses Alec’s presence, eyes catching on his form in the doorway and a slow smile blooming on his lips.

“Hello, handsome,” he says, putting down his pen with a sigh. His gaze slips from Alec’s face and down his body, stopping on the plastic bags still hanging from his wrist. “What do you have there?”

“I bring offerings for the High Warlock of Brooklyn,” Alec replies, stepping closer and setting the parcel in Magnus’ lap, who rifles through the contents. “I got chinese on the way home since you were craving some yesterday. Also some red velvet cupcakes, just because I could.”

When Magnus looks up at him with fondness and gratitude, Alec offers a lopsided smile. Sometimes it’s the simple things that count the most. He leans down for a hello kiss and Magnus cups his face with warm hands, thumbs running along his cheekbones. Alec’s smile widens into a pleased grin and he’s sure the redness in his cheeks isn’t only from the cold.

Magnus sets the bag aside and turns back to his previous task as Alec comes to stand behind him, hands absentmindedly kneading the tense muscles in Magnus’ wide shoulders.

“What are you working on?”

Magnus scratches at the side of his goatee, leaning back into Alec’s touch as he shuffles through the papers, organising them into neat stacks until only thing that’s left in the center is the book that looks like it’s going to fall apart at any moment, filled with erratic scribbles almost swimming before Alec’s eyes.

“I’m trying to crack the code on this ancient spell book. I feel like the answer is staring me in the face at this point,” Magnus’ voice sounds weary and worn, betraying the way he feels beneath the layer of affection. “I’m done with it for today, though, and dinner with you sounds amazing right now.”

Magnus stands up from the swivel chair and picks up the food still waiting for them, before heading towards the living room. “How was your day, Alexander?” He calls from the other room. Alec follows the voice, shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the rack on his way there, along with a woollen scarf he was gifted by Magnus.

“Same old, same old, saving the world and stuff,” he answers nonchalantly, turning back to find Magnus staring at him with a raised brow as he’s setting out all of the containers on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Is that so?”

“Uh-huh. Sent three packs of Ravener demons back to where they came from and somehow survived an hour long meeting with the Inquisitor herself,” Alec puts on a nonchalant tone, theatrically rolling his eyes as Magnus hums in sympathy. They both know how bad that experience is, especially considering Imogen Herondale’s stance on their relationship.

“All in a day’s work,” Magnus quips back as he summons a couple of beers, the brand recommended by Maia one time Alec swung by the Hunter’s Moon to pick up something for Luke.

“Well, the meeting would’ve gone smoother if someone didn’t send me silly selfies.”

Giddy and definitely guilty laughter bubbles up in Magnus’ chest as he tries to hide a smug smile behind his ringed fingers, shoulders shaking with mirth. He already looks a little less tired, his eyes crinkled in the corners and bright. Alec feels a surge of love crest like a wave inside his heart; this is something he will never tire of, laughter and freedom and tenderness.

His mind runs back to those pictures, the first one coming in just as Alec walked into the conference room. It was a simple picture of Magnus smiling and winking (and is currently Alec’s new phone background), but then it went downhill in the best of ways - each picture becoming more and more ridiculous. Alec had trouble keeping his stony expression on when Magnus was pulling random faces, somehow still adorable despite the triple-chin.

“I knew you’d appreciate my works of art. I had to keep myself sane as I was working,” Magnus says, the lilt of laughter still audible in the pleased tone of his voice and his shoulders falling into the motions of a flirtatious shimmy.

“The Inquisitor caught me smiling at my phone and she looked ready to leave this plane of existence.”

Magnus continues to laugh as he sits down on the couch, sinking into the array of pillows thrown all over it; Alec joins him, stretching his legs and throwing an arm around Magnus’ shoulders. He doesn’t even try to look chastising, because there’s no point to it - she may be Jace’s grandma, but she’s an awful person and if making fun of her is all they have right now, then Alec will take it.

With a snap of his fingers, Magnus opens the beers and hands Alec one, then kisses him, all warm mouth and solid body. It feels right to be there, with snow falling outside the windows and familiar fingers resting at his thigh.

“Miss Herondale can stick it,” Magnus announces and they clink the dew-covered bottles together.

They dig into the food and Magnus puts on Brooklyn 99 from where they left off, but Alec feels his attention drifting away from the witty banter and towards Magnus. He keeps tapping a slow rhythm against Alec’s leg, eyes blinking slowly and mouth quirked up at the corners. He’s beautiful and perfect and he’s everything Alec ever wanted from life.

The food and the drinks are long finished and somewhere between episodes, they lay down, both of them sleepy in the subtle bluish glow of the television screen. Alec finds himself squished between the couch and Magnus’ side, cheek pillowed on his chest and fingers tucked into the space between the buttons of Magnus’ shirt, settled against smooth skin. The steady rise and fall of Magnus’ torso is lulling Alec to sleep, the warlock already dozing off, his palm settled against Alec’s back and his whole body relaxed.

Outside, the snow continues to fall.

For some, home isn’t even a place. For Alec, it’s a pair of elegant hands, a kind soul and a heartbeat.

#malec #shadowhunters #posibanesquad #mlmshadowhuntersource #blushyalec #pure-magnus #hufflebee #magnusbaene #willjtudor #moonylady #my fics #big shoutout to my guardian angel elle for beta'ing this and putting up with me