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rommahh · 3 years

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Love On Tour…Actually

{Im sorry for how late this was. I went to the show Friday and honestly, it was the best day of my life. I had a little PCD which made me super unmotivated but I’m back. I love you all, R}

You woke up a little grumpy, you won’t lie. You didn’t like waking up alone especially on a show day. It made you uncomfortable to be left to your own devices without any structure or schedule. You understood that Harry was a busy man but it would’ve been nice to receive some text so you could plan your day accordingly.

Sitting on the couch in the lounge of your hotel room, you chowed down on leftover pasta while watching Netflix on your iPad. You had yet to receive a text from Harry even though you had texted him hours ago when you woke up. It was hard to tell if he was ignoring you out of anger or if he was simply just lost in track. Either way you felt dejected.

On the other hand, Harry hadn’t even noticed that he iced you. He was busy running around Nashville trying to get things ready for tonight’s show. He bought you a new dress and shoes, and got the ring fitted. It was hard to figure out your ring size but he end up measuring your finger when you were passed out asleep in bed last night. When you slept, you slept and he knew that would be the perfect time to measure your finger.

Harry was so busy that morning, that by the end of his errands he realized he didn’t even have time to go back to the hotel before rehearsals. He was sporting a small cough and his vocal chords felt overworked but that’s all apart of tour.

Pulling his phone out of his back pocket as he walked into the arena, he dialed your number quickly. He had people trying to talk to him but he paid them no mind.

“Oh? Would you look who’s here?” Harry’s head shot up to the sound of your voice. There you sat on his dressing room couch, arms crossed over one another as you glared at him. Your gaze burned through him and he could just tell he was in trouble.

“Hello lovie.” Harry rasped.

“Harry you sound like shit but here you are up and about running around. You should’ve slept in this morning.” Scolding as you stand up to walk in front of him. Harry could feel the anger radiate off of you but you hid it well. He melted into your hands that cupped his warm cheeks.

“I had a lot of errands to run and I didn’t want to wake you. Also it’s just a sore throat from singing and traveling- comes with being on tour.” He mumbles dropping his head into your neck. You caress the hairs on the back on his neck and massage the tense muscles.

“You’ve got to think about yourself more, Harry. You have a show to put on but you can’t put on your best show if you’re not at your best. I am not happy with you at all.” Even though your words were scolding him, you held him your arms in the most soothing way. That’s what Harry loved about you, you cared for him like no one else could (aside from his mom). You could tell him off with your harshest words but he’d always feel your love from miles away.

“You’re right love, sorry for not keeping in touch today.” You hum in acknowledgement. You both pulled away from each other when his driver walked in with Harry’s abundance of bags. “Thank you, sir.”

“What all did you buy?” You ask walking towards the bags. Harry’s arm shot out in front of you making you stop. You looked up at him in shock. “Fine be secretive.”

You huffed before making your way back to the couch. Harry rolled his eyes at you, making way to his shopping bags. Plucking the bag from Nordstrom he plopped it down on the table in front of you.

“I just didn’t want you snooping at some other stuff. I bought you this, for tonight.” He sat down beside you, thighs touching leaving no room between you two.

“Im not trying to be mean. Just a little peeved that you left this morning without telling me. You also have a cold and I wanna take care of you since you won’t do it.” A hand rubs his forehead luring his eyes shut.

“Sorry baby, I thank you for caring so much.” He whispers sleepily.

“Im always gonna care for my bubs.” Kissing him on the lips, your turn your attention to the bag. The small grey bag had light tissue paper covering the product within the bag. The tissue falls to the floor as you dig into the bag. A silky champagne dress, folded neatly to decrease wrinkles, sits in the bag. The dress was soft and you knew it was loose enough to give you the room to dance. Soft snores escaped the boy beside you- the exhaustion evident on his face.

You pull the dress out of the bag and walk over to where his outfit of the night hung. The dress was hung beside his to be steamed for later. Turning around, you smile at the sight of your curled up boyfriend. Your heart hurt knowing that in a few minutes he would have to go rehearse.

Harry sleepily went through rehearsals sitting in a chair the whole time. He knew his stage cues and performance, he only had one more thing to rehearse but it required for you to not be in the room. He gave one look to Jeff to signal him to get you out. Jeff made up some excuse saying that he needed help with some social media post for the show.

Before the show, there was a catered dinner from some local restaurant. Harry ate a light meal of fresh vegetables and a sweet iced tea which has grown on him having lived in the states for some years. You ate grilled chicken and fries enjoying the free food. The two of you ate alone in his dressing room- wanting a moment of piece before the crazy.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Harry. He shrugs, he was more nervous than anything but you wouldn’t understand why if he had told that to you. He felt floaty. Tonight would be a game changer, a step in a whole new direction. This is something he’s wanted to do for years now but it’s finally happening, and he’s scared.

"Im ok, a little tired but what else is new. I can't wait to sleep all night and cuddle with you." He grabs your hand from across the table. you squeeze it, frowning at his revelation.

"I don't like that you're so tired." You worry, his hand squeezes yours in reassurance.

“Im ok, it’s all apart if the job.” He looks down to your bare ring finger, thumb brushing over the empty spot. Your nails were done in your favorite way, some funky pattern you found from Pinterest all painted on short coffin nails.

“I love you Harry and I’m so proud of you. I know that these years put us both in a bad place mentally but I’m happy of where we are now.” Harry could almost tear up to your words. They settled into his mind, resonating. He was making the perfect decision and you solidified that ideal.

2014

Harry didn’t know how they did it. A show every night, a new state everyday, a new country every few months- he was burnt out. He was tired of shared tour buses and the lack of autonomy. Last nights LA show was amazing, the crowd was amazing, the energy was amazing- so why did he feel so horrid?

He walked around in The Grove, security guards walking in front and behind him. He wanted a peaceful day alone but here they were. Fans watched suspiciously trying to decipher if it was Harry or not. His hat and sunglasses were obviously not the disguise he thought they would be.

As the whispers got louder, his heart started to flurry more. Panic seeped into his veins as he looked for an escape. Bolting in the Barnes and Nobles- security guards close behind- Harry asked for the employees to close shop just for a moment. Harry only needed a moment to get a car near by to escape to. Feeling overwhelmed, Harry hid.

In between the historical fiction and romance aisle is where he sat. Head between his knees, trying to catch his breathe.

“Are you ok?” A voice asked from above him. His head whipped up in shock. Standing there was you, three books clutched between your arms. Adjusting your dress you dropped down to the floor in front of him.

“I-im fine, tired but fine.” He replied. He looked different than he did the night before, you thought. Last night, he was energetic and full of life and now, now you saw a boy whose exhaustion overpowered him.

“You here for any books?” You were just trying to change the subject, something you did with yourself when you had panic attacks.

“Oh no, I don’t-“ he stuttered shaking his head. You smiled at him before pulling a book from your stack. The fault In Our Stars, your new favorite.

“I love this book, one of my favorites. Heard a movie is coming out too so that’s fun.” You joke. Harry’s relaxed slightly, you nestled closer to him. Opening the book, you began reading, your gentle voice calming Harry.

At the start of chapter four, an interruption pulled you both away. Harry’s security guard told Harry that a car was waiting and the perimeter of the store was clear. Harry nodded telling the guard to give him five more minutes.

“I guess this is it.” You mumble closing your book. Harry nods but makes no move to leave. Something clicks in him as he looks at your face again.

“You were at the concert last night, meet and greet?” He muses.

“Yeah, One Direction is my favorite band. My friend bought our vip tickets for my birthday. Best night ever.” You say quietly, scared that he might think that you’re some obsessed fan.

“Oh, well I’m glad you enjoyed the show….so why didn’t you freak out today or- or expose where I was?”

“You’re a human being, just like me. You get nervous, frustrated, and sad just like me. You get panic attacks just like. Who am I to treat you differently?” Your words did so much for Harry. “Now don’t get me wrong, you’re my favorite in the band, but I don’t idolize you nor do I wish to be in your position cause I know it must be hard.”

“It is. Hard, I mean, really really hard. I love my job but I’m tired.” The silence you two shared burned a connection between you two. “This may be weird but could I have your number? I like talking to you and I wanna hear more of this book.”

Placing your hand made bookmark in the book, you closed in and gently placed it on Harry’s lap. “Have it. I have one at home and if you still want to talk about it- I’ll give you my number.”

Harry stills as the book sits in his lap. “I want to talk to you about the book.”

After exchanging numbers, Harry was urged by you to go. Walking side by side to the door, you were separated by his security.

“Harry, don’t let this keep hurting you. Find the joy and grasp on to it.”

You turned out to be his joy. Calls every night after shows and different books being read together, you both gravitated towards each other. Everyday was a new day to grow closer together. He invited you to more concerts, paying for every ticket because he just needed to be with you.

The show was going beautifully. Harry looked amazing in stage in all white and most fans were captivated by your outfit too. It worried you to see Harry so exhausted on stage but you knew he would stick it through like he always does. Proud was an understatement in your eyes. Harry made you more than proud.

You stood in the back of the watermelon pit at the end of the aisle where his stage stopped a few feet away. Jeff stood beside you like he normally did but he was acting suspicious. You two never stood on the side of Harry’s exit but this is where Jeff said you’d get the best view tonight.

Harry sang his final ‘we’ll be alright’ before doing his stage stroll and bows, but instead of finishing in the middle of the stage- he went down stage to the place he normally exits to at the end of the night. You watched in confusion, along with the crowd, as he walked down the steps to you. The crowd erupted in screams as the lights focused on where you were standing.

“What are you doing?” You asked with large eyes of shock. You felt your heart stop in your chest. The crowd getting louder by the moment. Harry walked closer to you, one hand digging into his pocket while his eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t place what was happening but you’re eyes welled with even more tears nonetheless. Jeff was to the side with a huge smile and his phone out to capture the moment.

“Y/N, my love, my light, the best thing that has happened to me,” he didn’t have his mic on so the crowd couldn’t hear him but you could hear him perfectly. As if you two were the only ones in the large arena, you could only see Harry. “From the moment I met you in the bookstore, I knew you were meant to be in my life. Somehow you took me from my darkest place and guided me to my lightest.

I know our lives have been hard but we’ve always found a way to be alright. I want that for the rest of my life. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life, so will you please, my love, marry me?”

You gave him no time to answer as you yanked him up by his arm. You wept as you exclaimed loud yeses, yeses that could be heard by a few fans who screamed in excitement igniting the rest of the crowd to scream. Harry picked you up in his arms, throwing one arm out to wave at the crowd before bounding backstage.

“Oh my god Harry!” You exclaimed as he set you down. He only had a few minutes to talk so you kept it quick. You pulled his face down to your kissing his lips. This kiss pulled you both deeper into each other.

He pulled away making you whine. “I gotta go back but I promise you’ll get it all tonight. I can’t believe you said yes. I love you so much.”

Harry’s energy multiplied by 100 going back on stage. He even went as far as to explain what watermelon sugar was about. Remembering when the song was made, it made your legs clench together- a pulse overwhelming your lower regions.

Looking down at your hand, you could feel yourself tear up again at the ring he bought you. It fit perfectly in your hand, you remember him measuring your hand that night even though he thought you were asleep. The thought of your future made your heart swell. A future with new music, a wedding, a nice house, and babies made your heart swell. This was something you couldn’t wait for.

Harry found his joy in you but he never knew about the joy he was to your dark life.

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whumpering-heights · 2 years

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Villain and Sidekick: The Escape

This is part of a series: masterlist here

Tagging: @octopus-reactivated CWs: implied child abuse (character is 16), drugging/implied drug addiction, brain damage, brief blood mention, future death mention and something suicide ideation-adjacent

For once, Sidekick was happy to go down to Villain’s cell. He positively skipped down the stairs and opened the door. Villain had been allowed out the chair recently and was sitting in his favoured right-back corner. He looked up at Sidekick’s entrance and immediately lit up slightly. “M-morning, Sidekick,” he greeted. “You’re in a good mood.” Sidekick nodded and knelt down next to him. “Hero told me to get you clean. Is that good news or what?” “Oh, yeah, please!” Villain sighed in relief. He could really use a shower: he hadn’t been washed since his latest stint in the chair. There were still crusts of blood sticking to him, though most had been rubbed off. He then frowned slightly in confusion, as Sidekick hadn’t brought a hose with him. Sidekick’s smile widened. “You know, Hero won’t be home for three whole days. So I basically have free reign right now. Do you know what that means?” Villain shook his head. Sidekick felt a nervous tickling in his stomach, but it felt good. Like he was doing something right. He leaned forward conspiratorily. “It means we can use the upstair bathroom.” He might as well had suggested they’d run to the moon, based off Villain’s expression. “... You’d let me upstairs?” Sidekick winked. “If neither of us tell Hero, we’ll be fine. Okay?” Villain glanced between him and the door, back and forward in a rapid pace. Slowly, he started to nod. “O-okay.” He smiled, and it warmed Sidekick’s heart to see it was genuine. For just a moment, he didn’t look scared or confused. Almost like a regular person.

He removed the manacle with the key he’d grabbed from the kitchen. Villain hadn’t been pulling on it at all, so most of the rawness had healed. It had left a silvery pink ring of fresh scar tissue. He helped the other man to his feet and if Sidekick supported his shoulder, he was able to take wobbly steps almost by himself. It would have been faster to carry him. Sidekick was strong for his age, and Villain would have barely weighed anything to him. But they took their time, ascending the stairs step by step, making sure Villain didn’t lose his balance. When they reached the top, the man looked a bit sweaty, but pleased with himself. Instead of the bathroom, Sidekick first made a detour to the kitchen. He explained that some toast might be good idea, too, and they could run the bath while they ate. A beat-up old coffee tin stood on the kitchen table. Sidekick helped Villain sit down in the chair next to it, and rolled his eyes in self-mockery. “Ah, silly me! I forgot to put my piggybank back. Must’ve slipped my mind.” Sidekick noticed that, as soon as he sat Villain down in the chair, his breath hitched and his entire body tensed up. Sidekick moved it so it wasn’t parallel to the table top. That way, Villain could easily slip out if he wanted to. It seemed to help, and he visibly relaxed. He looked at the coffee tin. “You have savings?” Sidekick nodded. “Yeah. It’s mostly change from when I run errands and stuff, plus some allowance. Hero has no idea I have this.” He picked up the tin, feeling the weight of the coins and bills shift in his hand. “There’s gotta be at least 50 bucks in here, now,” he said, not without pride. It had taken quite some finicking to save up the cash without Hero noticing. He looked back at Villain. “That’s probably enough to live in the city for at least a month or two, right?” Villain snorted. In any other situation, Sidekick would be happy to see him smiling. As is, though, he felt like he’d just said something foolish. Villain shook his head, trying to push down the grin on his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You, uh, might wanna rethink your math there. But it is really good that you’re saving.” Sidekick shrugged, a little embarrased by his miscalculation. “Sure. So, I’ll move it back to it’s hiding spot later. For now, I’ll just leave it...” He put it back on the table. “...right here, okay?” Villain seemed a bit puzzled, but made no comment. Sidekick pulled on the neck opening of his shirt. “Jeez, is it me, or is it super stuffy in here?” Sidekick never thought he'd be glad to see someone eyeroll at him. It was brief and clearly subconscious but it made him look a bit more like the man he’d once been. “Is it me,” he quipped, “or is this the freshest air I’ve had in...” Villain trailed off, lost in trying to calculate how long it’d been. Sidekick felt his stomach drop as his eyes went glassy, his face going blank. He sat there, completely still, for ten full seconds before he blinked and shook his head. “Uh, sorry. L-lost some, uh time. There. Uhm, did-did you ask me something?” Those blackouts had been happening more and more, recently. Villain would lose his track of thought mid-sentence, and sometimes would go completely unresponsive for a few seconds. Sidekick wasn’t sure if it was trauma, brain damage or something else. His throat tightened up, and he coughed before he could speak again. “Nothing, Villain,” he managed to choke out. “You’re fine. I-I was just going to let some fresh air in.” He stood up and opened the door to the hallway, and then the front entrance. Bright midday sunlight streamed into the main hall. He walked back to the kitchen, where Villain was starting to look at him funny. Good, seemed like he was catching on. His eyes darted from him, to the open door, and back again. Sidekick felt his stomach flutter in excitement. He snapped his fingers in an exaggerated expression of remembrance. “Oh! Actually, I forgot a.. thing. In my room. Gosh darn it, it’s all the way on the third floor, and I’ll have to go look for it.” “Sidekick...” Villain started. Sidekick moved

past him, back to the main staircase. “I’ll have to go upstairs for about an hour. You sit right there and make sure to watch the tin of savings and that open door, okay?” Did he dare to wink? He did not. Maybe he needed the excuse that this could still be seen as just a slip-up. Villain opened his mouth to speak, but Sidekick darted upstairs before he could say anything. Maybe he’d wanted to say goodbye. Maybe thank him. But Sidekick didn’t want his thanks, nor his good wishes. He wanted him gone, and to spend as little time as possible thinking about how Hero was going to react when he found out. At the mere thought of that, he missed a step and almost fell down the stairs. He took a moment to catch his breath. Oh, he’ll be in so much trouble. It made his heart beat in his throat, just thinking about it. But Hero wouldn’t kill him. He needed him, in the end, to be his successor. Villain wasn’t so lucky. If he stayed here any longer, he could actually die. With how his brain had turned to scrambled eggs, maybe a part of him already had. Sidekick shook his head. No. Villain was going to make his daring escape, lick his wounds, and be totally fine. Maybe he’d move to a different city. And Sidekick would wait until the last possible moment to tell Hero his “mistake”, to give him a headstart. He sat on the stairs and kept an eye on his watch. He’d said an hour, which should be plenty time for Villain to make up his mind and escape. “What-?! Why are you still here?” Sidekick stared in shock at Villain, who sat in the exact same spot as he left him. Villain looked up like he heard a gunshot. “Ah, Sidekick. D-did you find-” Sidekick couldn’t help raising his voice in confusion and what felt like anger. “No, shut up, what the hell? Are your brains so mushy that you didn’t-!” Frustration stole his words, and he just gestured at the wide open door. “Like, why wouldn’t you just- It's right there, I’m- Why?!” Not the most eloquent, but he was too shocked to think. Villain took his words calmly. “I know.” He said, voice low. “I know what you meant for me to do. I’m not that stupid.” A pauze. “Not yet, anyway.” “But then why-” “Sidekick, please. Think about this.” His eyes were redrimmed, yet he didn’t seem upset. His facial expression was closer to serene. A kind of icy cold acceptance. “I wouldn’t even be able to walk to the driveway alone. So should I crawl, like piece of roadkill? And where could I even go?” Sidekick’s firey frustration was partly quenched by Villain’s eerie demeanor, but he still frowned. “So what, you’re just gonna give up? You’re not even gonna try and hide?” He saw the man’s adams apple bop up and down, and he broke his gaze. “Sidekick, the whole nation knows my face by now. The only one who was on my side, was Henchwoman, and she’s-” Villain shut his eyes, eyebrows momentarily knit together in pain. “she’s gone,” he whispered, tears on the edge of his voice. He took a shaky breath and opened his eyes again. “I have no allies. No resources, brain fried to mush and with a busted leg.” He laid it out flatly, sounding so very tired. He shook his head. “Even if I could find shelter. If I, by some miracle, I don’t get ratted out or Hero doesn’t find me. Even then. I’d have about a week before I’d come crawling back by myself.” He absentmindedly rubbed the inside of his elbow, where the skin was littered with red pricks from the IV. Sidekick couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his pupils at their regular size. Villain looked up at the open door. “You’re a good kid, Sidekick,” he said, “and this was very kind. But I’m too weak. I’d only get you in trouble.” He wasn’t even going to try. Sidekick was suddenly reminded of the day he found out his parents died. When all you thought was true and stable, suddenly falls away under your feet. Looking at the man before him, he was unrecognizable. “Please,” the word had left his lips before he thought better of it. “You have to try. Hero said he’d keep you as long as you last. If you don’t run...” He couldn’t finish his sentence, but they both knew what he meant.

Villain nodded. “Yeah, I know.” A tightness in his throat betraying his emotion. “And I’m sorry you have to see that. I can only hope that soon, I’ll be too stupid to realise what’s happening to me.” He smiled, shaky and paper-thin. It didn’t match his eyes. “But, for what it’s worth, you make it a lot better. I know you think I blame you, but I’m honestly so glad you’re here.” Sidekick felt tears prick behind his eyes. What, just because he hauled a blanket and extra food to the torture chamber sometimes, that made him a saint or something? Was he supposed to be goddamn hospice care? That’s not fair! He didn’t ask to be the only light in Villain’s day, he didn’t want to be responsible for him! His chin started to wobble, a telltale sign he was about to lose control. “You’re pathetic,” he choked out. Instead of getting angry, Villain just smiled sadly at him. “Yeah, I know.” “No!” Sidekick pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. “Don’t just agree with that, you-!” And there it went. He couldn’t hold back, and started crying. Through his tears and wiping hands, he saw Villain hold his arms out, but he shook his head. He didn’t deserve to get comforted. Villain was the broken one, and him offering sympathy just rubbed salt in the wound. He desperately tried to get his breathing under control, fighting against his embarrassing hiccups. He heard Villain’s soft voice. “It’s okay to cry, you know-” “Shut up,” he gritted. After a while, managed to push everything back enough that only some sniffles escaped. Villain was looking into the hallway, where his escape beckoned.

“Sidekick, could you close the door, please?” His voice was barely audible. “Don’t you want to go outside, just for a bit? We can just sit in the doorway.” Sidekick almost pleaded with him. A pause. “No.” Villain whispered. “I don’t want to remember. Please, close it.” He looked away from the golden sunlight streaming in. “It’s cruel.”

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libra-kirishima · 3 years

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Mirio and his wife(he dead ass proposed to y/n at UA graduation) How would Mirio’s dad react to being told he’s going to be a grandpa? I wanna get a cavity from the Fluffy sweet content.Oh oh oh and what if they did the headphone challenge where they tell him word for word while listening to music at a high volume.💕🌸😫✨🌿💜 PLSSS

I'm so glad we all agree that Mirio gets married straight out of high school.

When Mirio proposed to you just seconds after you both graduated, it was assumed by almost all of your classmates that it was because you were pregnant. Only Tamaki knew that Mirio had been saving the money from his work-study to buy you a nice engagement ring since your first date. It was only Tamaki who knew that he purchased that ring almost a year ago and had been hiding it in his sock drawer waiting for the right moment. It was also only Tamaki who knew Mirio wanted to propose at the graduation ceremony.

And he did. The very moment after you both launched your graduation caps into the air, he reached under his robe to pull the ring box from his slacks while you weren't looking. The surprised look on your face when you turned back to him was something Mirio plays back in his head every day. You turned to ask him if he'd want to come back to your dorm after the ceremony, and your eyes were met not with the chest of your boyfriend as you'd expected, but a brilliant ring in a velvet box that you absolutely adored. The tears began to flow before he could even finish his speech about how much he loved you, and couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life loving you.

Fittingly, only Tamaki knew that this wasn't a shotgun wedding, brought on by Mirio unexpectedly getting you pregnant. Though the two of you were completely unaware of this wide held assumption. It took Mirio's father asking when the baby was due to finally dawn on the two of you, several months after the wedding, that most people assumed the marriage was brought on by a baby coming. It was that evening that you and Mirio sat down together and made the decision to wait at least until you were both 25 to think about starting a family.

The positive pregnancy test in your hands at 19 was hardly unexpected, but still a huge surprise. You and he had both been so busy that you had gotten sloppy with your birth control, and the moment you both had an overlapping day off you made the most of it.

"Making the most of it' is such an understatement." You muttered to yourself. "We certainly made something." Though as panicked as you were, when you told your husband the news he was overjoyed. Before you could even finish your sentence, he was lifting you up by your waist and spinning you around. All the stress in you melted away as you saw the excitement in his eyes at the thought of him being a father.

"-We'll have to move to make room for the baby. And I guess that gives us the chance to think about what school we want to send them to and how their school schedule will fit in with our work schedules. I don't want you to put too much stress on yourself so maybe Tamaki will help us. I bet he'll be excited to find out. What color should the nursery be? I don't know if you want to decide that before or after we know the sex of the baby. Is it sexist to color a nursery based on the baby's gender? What about purple or yellow? Oh, or maybe green or orange! What do you want to name them? Is it too early to start thinking about that? And how are we gonna tell our families?" Mirio's rambling stops after that final question and his eyes widen. "Oh my god how are we gonna tell my dad!?"

"Do you think he'll take it poorly?"

"No he seemed really excited last year when he thought you were pregnant."

"Then there's nothing to worry about." You reassured him, prompting him to have a seat. He followed your suggestion and sat himself on one of your dining room chairs. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and placed a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was four days later that he came up with the idea. Deciding to take a break from looking for a place with two bedrooms, you busied yourself with something else as he aimlessly scrolled through social media.

"That's it!!!" You heard him shout from your place in the kitchen.

"Did you find a place you liked?" You shouted back. He burst into the kitchen to join you.

"No, even better!" He answered, padding over to you with excitement in each step.

"You decided what color you wanted the nursery to be?"

"No, but I have a really strong feeling that it's a boy and I think we should go with blue and yellow."

"And what if it's a girl?" You asked with a small giggle. He froze and allowed himself to think it over.

"Blue is a gender neutral color." He finally responded. You muttered a soft 'good answer', but it was lost as he continued with "But I swear that it'll be a boy. Didn't you say something about a cancer's intuition?"

"Hey that's serious stuff. Don't joke about that." You argued.

"Exactly!" He insisted. "Wait what did I come in here for?" You shrugged your shoulders, which prompted him to leave the kitchen and return to the living room. Shortly thereafter he returned to the exact spot he stood in the kitchen, lost in thought. You could tell he was retracing his steps. "-so then I got excited and came to talk to (y/n) and she asked if I decided what color I wanted the nursery to be- Oh! I can just check my phone!" You laughed to yourself as he pulled out his phone to resume scrolling. He found what he was looking for and brought it over to show you.

A video of an older couple wearing headphones blasting loud music. They were being told by their daughter that they were going to be grandparents, and you watched as they tried to piece together what they were being told. Once the father figured it out, he leaped out of his seat with joy.

"So that's what you want to do with your dad?"

"Yes, please." He answered. "Next week?"

"No." You answered, pointing your finger at him. He pouted at your response, which you elected to disregard. "You will wait until the second trimester and you will like it."

"You can make me wait until the second trimester, but you can't make me like it." He answered. Crossing your arms, you raised one brow at him with a sharp glare. "Fine, I'll like it!" He sighed, causing you to grin.

To Mirio, the first trimester went at a snail's pace. He was eager to meet his baby boy and even more so to tell others about him. He wanted so desperately for these 40 weeks to be over. At the five month mark, he couldn't drive you to your doctor's office fast enough. Not even trying to hide the eagerness in finding out the sex of the baby.

"I told you he was gonna be a boy!" Mirio told you excitedly as you walked back to your car. "See, Cancer intuition!" You laughed at his enthusiasm over correctly guessing the sex of your baby.

"I think that was just wishful thinking." You joked. "You didn't do anything."

"No, I'm definitely psychic."

"Okay then Mister-Psychic-Intuition. Will he be a Virgo or a Libra?"

He tapped his chin as he thought over your question. You knew he wasn't as into this stuff as you were, but he still devoted a lot of effort into his prediction.

"I think he'll be a Leo." He answered as he drove out of the parking lot.

"Do you want to go tell your dad now?" You asked. His eyes lit up at the sound of your question and immediately changed course to his dad's house. "Great!"

Mirio didn't even knock and wait to be let in. He saw the light on, noted that his father was home, and used his key to let the two of you in as quickly as possible.

"Dad!" He called from the doorframe. In all his excitement, he nearly forgot to remove his shoes. Mirio's dad scrambled to his feet from where he was sitting on the couch, believing that his son was in some kind of danger. "No sit back down, we're going to play a game."

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine, don't worry. But sit down, it's game time."

He sat down, but remained both concerned and confused as his son sat across from him, prompting you to do the same.

"How are you?" You asked him.

"Just fine, thank you (Y/N). How about yourself?"

"I'm great, thank you. Do you have any exciting plans for this weekend?"

"Not really. I have errands to run but nothing else on the agenda. What about yourse-"

"I FOUND THEM!" Mirio shouts from upstairs. You hardly thought to ask where he had gone to, instead making polite conversation with his father. Your husband barrelled down the stairs a moment later, triumphantly holding up his old headphones from when he was in high school. "I thought I left them here!" Mirio wastes no time in running him through the rules of the whisper challenge and putting the headphones over his ears with music playing loud enough to block out what you were saying. Mirio looked at you then back at him with a big smile. He and his dad flashed each other a thumbs up.

"Can you hear me?" You asked. No response. "Okay good start." You then turned to Mirio. "Can I film this?" You asked, although you didn't wait for an answer before you pulled your phone out and opened the camera.

"You're going to be a grandparent." Mirio stated, doing his best to annunciate every syllable.

"Do you want spinach?" His dad guessed. Mirio shook his head.

"You're going to be a grandparent." You echoed.

"Shorts? Do you want to wear shorts?"

"You are going to be a grandfather."

"You want me to what?"

Your husband shook his head and decided to take over.

"You are" Mirio stated.

"You are" His dad repeated. You both nodded encouragingly.

"Going"

You both nodded again.

"To be"

"Crazy! You are going crazy." He guessed. Mirio sighed and shook his head.

"You are going to"

"To! You are going to!"

"Be a"

"Be! You are going to be."

"A grandfather." Mirio finished.

"A- a grandfather! You are going to be a grandfather!" You both nodded excitedly. He repeated to himself. "You are going to be a grandfather. You are- I'm going to be a grandfather?" He pulled the headphones off his ears. "I'm going to be a grandfather?"

"You're going to be a grandfather!" Mirio repeated excitedly. You pulled the ultrasound photos from your jacket pocket and handed them to his dad. "In a few months you get to meet your grandson!" He added, voice shaky from holding back tears.

"You're kidding me!" His dad added, holding back tears of his own. "You're not kidding?" You shook your head. He stood up and engulfed you both in a hug, no longer trying to hold back his tears.

"I'm due somewhere between September 13th and September 22nd."

"Although I think the baby will come a couple weeks early." Mirio added with a soft smile.

And just as he predicted earlier that day, he was right.

#did it need to be this long? no ma'am but i did it anyways!#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #toogata mirio #mirio x reader #mirio togata x reader #togata mirio #togata mirio x reader #togata x reader #pronouns used: she/her/hers

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averykedavra · 3 years

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if only to say you’re mine

Hi I’m knee-deep in like five WIPs right now, it’s raining and I’m tired and I would like to become a mossy log in the forest, here’s some short Logince I wrote at eleven pm last night. Had to edit the numerous typos but I think it’s still coherent. Take care of yourself, everyone!

(Title from Sofia by Clairo. You can find this fic on Ao3 here.)

Words: 2333

Pairings: romantic Logince

Warnings: self-deprecation and a bit of anxiety.

When Logan woke to the sound of his phone playing Roman's ringtone--at three in the morning, no less, the apartment so quiet he could hear the rustle of leaves outside--he feared the worst. He scrambled to a sitting position, pulled on his glasses out of habit, and quickly answered the phone.

"What's your favorite Disney movie?"

"What?" Logan blinked and mentally made sure he'd heard what he thought he had. "Roman, it's three in the morning."

"Yeah, yeah," Roman said dismissively. "But what's your answer? This is important, Specs."

Logan let out a long sigh. His brain was still fumbling its way awake and he knew this would put a metaphorical cramp in his schedule. "Roman--”

"Uh-uh-uh, no buts." Roman's voice was firm. "I know that voice, that's the 'I have better things to do than call my boyfriend' voice, even though we agreed communication was important if we wanted to make it work long-distance--"

"That doesn't apply to three in the morning!” Logan rubbed his eyes. "What do you want?"

"I told you what I want! Favorite Disney movie, stat."

"You know my favorite Disney movie," Logan said slowly. "Is this some sort of courting ritual--Roman, if you sneak into the building again, the landlord will kick me out--"

"No, no, nothing like that," Roman assured him. "I'm far, far away from you."

Unless Logan was mishearing things due to exhaustion, Roman's last few words had a tinge of wistfulness.

"Disney movie?" Logan asked, softening despite himself.

"Yes!" Roman seemed to perk up instantly. "I know you've said before, but have you changed your mind?"

"I don't simply change my mind willy-nilly," Logan said. "Big Hero Six, as always."

"Boo." Roman blew a raspberry. "Boring.”

"You asked!"

"And I expected a real movie! A classic!" Roman sighed. "Sleeping Beauty! Snow White! Cinderella! I don't see how you can shun those masterpieces in favor of--babbling science talk and a cute robot."

"It's an intellectually stimulating movie," Logan argued, his mouth twitching in a smile at the familiar debate. "Even if the science isn't completely realistic, it's still a well-crafted movie. Besides, I see no reason to ascribe particular value to movies about sleeping princesses."

"Excuse me, Cinderella wasn't asleep!" Roman scoffed. "You just don't understand quality. They're classics!"

"Be that as it may, I think the plots are ridiculous."

"How is it ridiculous?"

"True love's kiss?" Logan snorted. "It's completely unrealistic."

"Fairytales aren't meant to be realistic!" Roman declared. "Open up your eyes! True love's kiss is a beautiful way of showing devoted, never-ending love that transcends circumstance and outward appearance--"

"--and consent?"

"--and is also a little dated, I'll admit, but you don't watch those movies for the plot!" Roman sighed wistfully. "It's about the drama."

"I wish I understood," Logan said.

"You never will understand." Logan could hear the tease in Roman's voice. "You'll never understand the loveliness of Disney. But it's alright, I've resigned myself to knowing that my boyfriend besmirches the good name regularly.”

"Show a Disney movie that is more than solidly neutral, and perhaps I'll listen to you." Logan leaned back against his bed-frame and watched the trees scrape the sky. "Not now, of course. It's late."

"It isn't that late, we could have a screen-sharing party--"

"It's three in the morning."

"That's not late!"

"Roman," Logan said. "It's late. Go to sleep."

Roman pouted audibly. "But I like talking with you!"

"I will still be here in the morning." Logan ran his hands over his blanket. "Sleep is important for maintaining general health and well-being."

"Health, shmealth." Roman's voice was approaching a whine. "Sleeping is boring. I wanna argue with you."

"You can argue with me later." Logan smirked and played the ace up his sleeve. "If you go to sleep now, I'll watch any Disney movie with you tomorrow."

"What? Really?" Roman's voice was strangely--surprised. As if Logan had managed to shock him, despite saying this same thing every time. "Any Disney movie?"

"Yes, any Disney movie." Logan huffed. "If it gets you to bed, I'll suffer through it."

Roman was silent for a moment. "You--um, you're busy tomorrow, though."

"I am?" Logan blinked and tried to sort through his schedule. It was difficult. Three am was not the best time for keeping track of commitments. "I'm afraid I don't recall.”

"You've got class from twelve to three and a lab at five," Roman recited, "and you'll have homework after that, and you mentioned you're running low on groceries so you'll probably do an errand run and eat dinner out tomorrow. Couple that with homework, and you won't be home until dark."

Logan swallowed the figurative butterflies at the knowledge that Roman had memorized his schedule. "That still leaves the morning."

"You were going to do your taxes. You said so yesterday."

"Oh." Logan did vaguely remember that. "Well, plans aren't set in stone. I can do my taxes in the future."

Something off was creeping into Roman's tone. Logan was too sleepy and too confused to fully register it, but Roman was sounding less like he was teasing his boyfriend about Disney and more and more like something was wrong.

"Your taxes are important," Roman said

"Yes, they are, which is why I can do them before I go to bed." Logan tapped at his leg. "If I reshuffle homework to be right after breakfast, and maybe wait on the groceries--"

"Specs." Roman's voice was quiet. "You can just...say no. A movie marathon isn't as important as all that other stuff."

Logan immediately opened his mouth to protest, which surprised him. Objectively, Roman was correct. Social time was a luxury.

But--

"Roman," he said slowly, "why exactly did you call me this morning?"

"To ask you about Disney movies," Roman said. "And it's not morning."

"Technically it is, and I have a feeling that's not the real answer." Logan's voice softened. "Please, Roman. What do you want to talk about?"

"Nothing!" Roman's laugh was brittle. "What are you talking about? Look, I'm sorry for bothering you in the middle of the night, I'll let you get some sleep--"

"Don't you dare hang up on me--"

"You said sleep was important!"

Logan almost yelled in frustration. "Well, so are you!"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. A cricket chirped outside. Logan's alarm clock blinked--he'd need to get up in three hours, which meant he should be asleep.

"You're more important right now," Logan said. "Please talk to me. What's bothering you?"

He heard Roman swallow.

"I--" Roman's voice was so quiet and small that Logan's heart ached. "I just...I just miss you. A lot."

Oh.

"Roman--”

"And I know we talk all the time, and it's great, it's really great--" Roman was rambling now, the words tumbling out. "But I also kinda want to talk to you more than we do, which is really selfish because you're busy, and I don't judge you for that, but it feels like I'm just a second thought sometimes or maybe that's just what my brain's been telling me and--"

"Roman." Logan kept his voice calm. "Breathe in and out."

Roman took a deep breath.

"Good." Logan tried to keep the worry out of his voice, but it was hard. "So...you called me because--"

"Because I missed you," Roman finished, his voice snapping in the middle. "Ha, isn't that pathetic? It was three in the morning and I missed you and I thought it'd be a good idea to just call you, like you have time for me--"

"I always have time for you," Logan said. "Granted, this was an--interesting moment to choose, but I don't regret talking to you."

"You will when you're tired the next morning." Roman laughed a bit. It sounded a bit more like a sob than a laugh. "I get it, Lo. I really do. I'm sorry I--just get way too much sometimes."

Logan pressed his mouth tight.

"I'll let you sleep," Roman said, and his voice had no right to be this caring. "You've got a busy day tomorrow, and--and call me whenever you feel like it. It doesn't have to be soon. Just...I'll try to dial it down."

"Roman." Logan's voice came out as a plead. "Roman, listen to me."

Roman snorted. "All ears."

All ears, a stupid in-joke. Nobody could be all ears, because such a creature couldn't survive, so Roman made a point of using that phrase as much as possible. It was infuriating. Roman was infuriating.

Roman was Logan's boyfriend, and he loved him.

"I don't mind talking to you," Logan said. "I--in fact, it's quite the opposite. You always encourage me to get my work done, you make me smile--you're the best part of my day."

Roman was quiet for a second. "Yeah, but--"

"And you're not too much," Logan continued. "You're definitely a lot, but that's--that's such a good thing. I'm glad you're open with me, I'm glad you told me how you felt, and you know what? I'm glad you called me at three in the morning to talk about Disney.”

“You sure?” Roman snarked.

“Yes!” Logan’s vehemence almost startled him. “Roman, I signed up for this. I agreed to be your boyfriend, I agreed to try long-distance, and I kept my phone turned on all night. I made the choice to let you into my life--and Roman, how could you possibly think I'd ever regret that when it means hearing you? Talking to you? Getting to experience every little moment with you there?"

Logan shook his head. "You're so much, and I love every bit of it, and I promise if you call me at three in the morning I am always going to pick up."

The branches waved outside Logan's window. It was a deep blue night. Somewhere, in a lit room across the country, Roman was sitting in the same night, cloaked in the same shadows, under the same sky.

The phone was cold in Logan's hand and his heart was so, so warm.

"Huh," Roman choked out, and Logan realized he'd started crying. "Um--okay, so turns out I really needed to hear that--thank you? So much? That was so poetic, Specs, you've been holding out on me."

"It's the three am lack of filter," Logan said. "Did--did it help?"

"Yeah." Roman took a deep, shuddering breath. "Yeah, it did."

"Good." Logan smiled into the darkness. "I love you so much, and I will gladly watch a Disney movie with you tomorrow, and you are always worth my time. You know that."

"I know that," Roman echoed, and he sounded almost confident. "I do, I just--I just forget it once in a while.'

"I'm here to remind you," Logan said softly. "I don't judge you for needing a reminder once in a while."

"You mean like weekly, at three in the morning?"

"If that's what you need." Logan smiled even wider, although Roman couldn't see him, because he knew Roman would be able to feel it. Just as Logan could feel that Roman, right now, was smiling, too. "If that's what you need, I will give you daily reminders, because I find it's very easy to compliment you.”

"Hey, stop, I'm blushing," Roman complained, laughing. Logan let himself laugh along. "You're such a sap."

"Only when it's late."

"Yeah, it really is late, huh?" Roman laughed again. "I promise I'll talk to you soon, but you really should grab a few more hours of sleep, Specs."

"Of course. You too."

"Yep." Roman paused. "Um--you know I love you too, right? Like, so much? I appreciate you, and I love talking to you, and your voice is so pretty over the phone, and--do you know all that?"

A few years ago, Logan would have said no. A few years ago, Logan would have asked why Roman thought that was a funny joke.

A year ago, Logan would have said maybe. Logan would have said Roman was exaggerating, perhaps poked fun at his dramatics.

Now, Logan let himself smile.

"I know," he assured Roman. "I'm starting to know."

"Do you want reminders anyway?" Roman suggested, and Logan could listen to that soft tone forever. "Just because I want to."

"Well, if you want to, I suppose I can make room on the schedule." Logan looked up at the ceiling. "But...yes. Yes, I wouldn't be opposed."

"Fantastic." Roman sighed happily. "Logan, here's your daily reminder that I'm in love with you."

"It's not day yet."

"Technically! You said it's technically!"

Logan huffed. "Here's your daily reminder that you're a dork."

"Takes one to know one," Roman said fondly. "Get some sleep, okay? I'll be here in the morning."

Logan took off his glasses and slipped back into bed. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure," Roman said. "Well, not here, exactly, I'm still a few hundred miles away--"

"Eh, close enough," Logan said. "You're here, and so am I."

"You're here," Roman repeated. "And I'm so thankful for it."

"So you can tease me for my Disney preferences?"

"Exactly."

Logan laughed and set his phone on the nightstand. "Good night, love."

"Good night, dearest." In the darkness, Logan could almost picture Roman right next to him, smiling with his crooked smile and beautiful eyes. "I love you all the way there and all the way back here."

Dramatic. Ridiculous. Cliche. All the hallmarks of a Disney movie, or perhaps an overly sugary poem.

Logan didn't mind.

"I love you," Logan said back, because simple words made things clearest for him.

And he knew Roman didn't mind.

It all came down to the same thing--that they'd be here, night after night, and they'd help each other remember that this wasn't going away.

That they'd see each other soon.

That they were strong enough to make it through.

And that Logan, in the end, didn't mind if he slept in or postponed groceries. Roman made him smile. Roman loved him, and Logan loved him back, and sometimes, Logan had to make room for the reminder.

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dulcechocochips · 3 years

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𝒜𝓉𝓎𝓅𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁

Chapter 3 : ↫↫↫ Beach Day ↬↬↬

"Nendou, remind me why you have an inflatable whale? And why we're in front of Saiki's house?" Y/n asks him. She had run into him when she was running some errands. He asked her if she wanted to tag along with him to ask Saiki to hang out. She had nothing better to do that day. She had realized she hadn't asked him where they were going.

"I need to ask my bud if he wants to go to the beach with us!" He explains to her. Oh, the beach, haven't been there in a while. She hums.

"Well, I have to go to my apartment to get changed before we go, alright?" She says to him. He agrees just as he knocks on the door. The door opens and she sees a woman with short black hair. She seems to be quivering in fear. Nendou's face is kinda scary. Y/n couldn't help but think. She shook her head at her thoughts.

"K-Kusuo is this boy your friend?" The woman stuttered out. He's not my friend. Saiki tells his mother. She bursts into tears, crying about how her little boy finally has a friend. Y/n smiles at her.

"Saiki, you never said you had a sister!" Y/n turned to her.

"Oh dear, you think I look young enough to be Ku's sister." She says while more tears stream down her face. How many times are you gonna make her cry? Saiki asks.

"Wait, you're Saiki's mom?" Y/n asks with a bewildered expression. She looks so young. She has so much expression, wonder why Saiki doesn't. Saiki hears her thoughts and rolls his eyes.

"Guilty as charged." She says.

"Wow, you look so young! You're beautiful!" Y/n compliments.

"Oh, you flatter me too much." She says, smiling. "So what brought you two lovely rays of sunshine here?" She asks. Oh wow, she's so sweet, I could die. Y/n thinks. Saiki hears this and can't help but wonder if she's crazy or something.

"Nendou and I were going to the beach and wanted to know if Saiki wanted to come with!" Y/n said to her.

"Oh! That's so fun!" She exclaims.

"Uh, yeah, I'm not going. Sor-" "Your friends went out of their way to ask you in person. You're going to the beach, Kusuo." She cuts him off. Her voice suddenly dropping, sending shivers down Y/n's spine. She puts her hand up to her mouth to avoid making a sound. Oh, dear. Saiki's face drains of colour.

"Ok! We'll be leaving now, Mrs. Saiki! We'll have your son home before you know it!" Y/n says waving at her. "I have to stop by my apartment first, you guys can come with. You can make yourselves at home while I pack my stuff." She says taking her keys out of her pocket. "Welcome to my humble abode, gentlemen." She says, unlocking the door. She has a quaint apartment. "I don't usually have guests, so I only have one pair of sandals, so just take off your shoes." She says locking the door.

"Nice place you got here, Y/n," Nendou says walking around the living room. Saiki does take into account that the apartment is exceptionally clean. He can appreciate that.

"Oh, haha, thanks Nendou." She says. "Give me a couple of minutes, I need to get my stuff ready. Um, the TV remote is on the coffee table, feel free to turn it on." She smiles. She walks down the hall and into her room. Saiki couldn't care less about what's on TV right now. It's all reruns, so it doesn't matter. Instead, he walks around the living room, inspecting various pictures. In one he sees a little girl smiling. She's wearing glasses that appear to big for her face. Hm, she looks adorable. Saiki thinks, unwillingly. He suddenly stops himself. As he's questioning his life choices, Nendou walks up behind him.

"What ya doing, buddy?" He asks. He sees the picture of a young Y/n. "Oh, you're looking at her, gotta admit, she was a cute kid." Nendou states. For whatever reason, those words made his stomach drop.

"Well, I'm ready to leave, guys!" Y/n says walking out into the living room. They both turn to her and nod. "Alright gamers! To the beach!" She exclaims excitedly. Nendou also lets out a sound of approval.

So now we see all the students at the beach. Kaidou had somehow tagged along with them. Why he did, no one shall know. "Kaidou, can you swim?" Y/n asks the blue-haired boy. She had a sneaking suspicion that he couldn't.

"W-what? Of course, I can!" He exclaims nervously.

"It's ok if you can't, ya know?" She says reassuringly. He shakes his head rapidly. "Alright if you insist, I'm gonna go ask Saiki if he wants something from the ice cream shop. Do you want anything?" She asks him.

"N-no, I'm good!" He said. Kaidou wouldn't admit that he couldn't stomach anything at the moment. She gave him a thumbs up walked over to Saiki who was sitting under an umbrella with a book. Before she could even say anything, Kaidou started to drown. Drowning in one-inch deep water is impressive. She thinks. She hears the rumble of a stampede. Oh, it's just Hairo. Hairo dives in after Kaidou and his shorts slip.

"Oh my God." Y/n says turning away from the scene. "I did not need to see that." She says with an awkward smile. Her cheeks were a tad bit flushed. Saiki saw this, mentally taking a picture of it. "Uhm, anyway, I was gonna go get something from the ice cream shop, you wanna come with?" She asked Saiki. Nendou and Hairo with Kaidou in his arms. "Oh, is there anything you want from the ice cream shop, Nendou? Hairo?" She asked the boys.

"Nah, I can't have that when on the job," Hairo comments before hearing a scream from the water. He rushes off to their rescue. She looks at Nendou who's already left and trying to talk to the different girls at the beach.

"Well, if you wanna come with, I'll buy you whatever you want." She smiles at Saiki. He just stands up and starts walking.

"I just don't want people to think I'm with him." She beams and walks a little faster to catch up with him.

"What're you gonna get, Saiki?" She asks him. He shrugs and keeps walking. "Well, I'm gonna get a chocolate vanilla swirl, that's my favourite!" She exclaims. She's like a child. He thinks to himself as he sees her skip a couple of steps ahead. "I think they have coffee flavoured ice cream? I think I've seen it online. It looks pretty good." She said opening the door.

"That does sound kinda good." Saiki comments. His interest is peaked. He may be an all-knowing psychic, but you don't know what you don't know. They walk into the air-conditioned shop.

"Hey Saiki, does the menu say anything about a chocolate vanilla swirl?" Y/n asks, embarrassed.

"Do you not know how to read?" He asks her. She scrunches her face up in irritation.

"Of course I do!" For the most part. Saiki raises an eyebrow at that thought. "I just haven't been able to find my glasses!" She says in a stubborn tone.

"I'll just order for the both of us. Don't strain your vision." He says looking away from her. Y/n feels her heart flutter. She smiles brightly at him.

"Aw! Thanks, Saiki, you're so nice!" She comments. Don't make a big deal out of it. He thinks. They wait in line for their turn to order and Y/n pulls out her wallet and gives the bill to Saiki. Saiki looks at the bill. "Well, hurry up and give it to the cashier, Saiki!" She says, urging him on. Saiki doesn't bother to retort. Where does she get all this money from? He thinks. "Don't worry about that, Saiki!" She waves off his question. How does she keep hearing things that aren't meant for her to hear? They both walk out, ice creams in hand.

They sit under the umbrella until the sun goes down. Y/n is lying down on the sand, looking at her friends playing around with each other in the shallow water. Saiki sits beside her with a book in hand. She gets up and walks to the concrete sidewalk, phone in hand. Saiki doesn't bother asking where she's going. She makes it up to the sidewalk. She opens the camera app and positions it so that all her friends are in the shot, along with the setting sun. The phone lets out a quiet click. She looks over the picture with a cheery smile.

Saiki looks over at the girl, noticing the pleasant smile on her face. He can't help but realize how the setting sun projects a warm look about the girl.

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Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Masterlist

WORD COUNT : 1502

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bedtimebrain · 3 years

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EXO Chanyeol: Oppa?

First Chanyeol Scenario! And have you heard his ‘Without You’ ? Damn it got me stunned when i listened, i didnt know it was going to be the one by Mariah Carey. I mean ofc chanyeol doesn’t speak perfect English but what can get more attractive than him playing the electric guitar😭 His film’s gna be released globally soon, wish him the best!

Also I took so long to write this, that by the time i’m done, he has enlisted:,) Sigh, Chanyeol, see you the 27th of every month!

Characters: Chanyeol x reader

You caught Chanyeol’s attention, but… You’re not so into rowdy guys. How will it turn out?

Ding Dong!

You were outside EXO’s dorm with a bottle of Cola. You didn’t really know EXO, in fact you only actually knew Jongin. The story goes where one night you saw a really sick man swaying side to side along the streets. Being the nice and kind soul you were, you went up to help. And that person turns out to be jongin, which at that point you didn’t know was an EXO member until much later when your friend showed you an EXO poster.

You helped him to the apartment building and you left your number with him out of worry because he insisted he head up alone. After that you guys somewhat became friends. And ever since you knew he was a celebrity, you occasionally ran errands for him just to save him some trouble.

‘Annyeong y/n! Thanks for buying the cola!’

‘Sure Jongin oppa! I’ll be leaving then !’

‘WAIT!!!’

Just as you were about to leave, a shout came from inside the house

‘Annyeong Jongin Chingu! Are you free? Wanna join us? I wanted to play a 2v2 switch game but we are short of 1 person. THERE’S PIZZA HERE TOO, ARE YOU INTERESTED?!’

Honestly, you haven’t even spoken once with chanyeol but here he is, trying to aggressively convince you to play games together. Not exactly an extrovert yourself, that overpowering energy was quite a turn off for you. You raised a brow at Jongin, trying to ask him to get you out of this situation

‘Erm.. Actually, i...’ In your mind ran a 1000 different thoughts on what’s the best way to politely reject this but you just couldn’t think of any, just then jongin finally cut in, only to say

‘Yeh come join us! It’s going to be fun, plus I’m sure you haven’t eaten dinner too’

Although you were a still a little reluctant, you relented for the sake of Jongin and entered the house. Seeing Sehun was also in the house, you both greeted each other politely and you proceed to sit quietly by the dining table.

‘LET’S EAT QUICK CANT WAIT TO TRY THE NEW GAME’ Chanyeol just sounded overly excited about this.

Over dinner, Chanyeol in particular was really friendly with you, probably just trying to make you feel comfortable as he tried to get to know you. But after a while, the conversation floats back to him talking about himself. You weren’t complaining though.

‘Okay so that day..’ Chanyeol begun his 5th or 6th anecdote during the dinner but couldn’t stop laughing before he could even get started on it.

He was laughing so hard he started hitting jongin beside him and his exaggerated movements actually hit the table so hard it toppled your coke glass over onto you

‘oh my gawd!’ you reacted in reflex and got up immediately from your chair.

‘HYUNG! SERIOUSLY?!’ Jongin reacted with shock then laughter. He quickly passed you some tissue

‘Let’s just clean up right now and start the games’ Sehun added calmly

‘Y/N I’M SO SORRY. LET ME GET YOU SOMETHING TO CHANGE INTO, IM SO SORRY’

You could tell Chanyeol was really feeling sorry when you saw that panic in his eyes when the coke spilled. Though it’s really weird to be wearing some other guy’s clothes when you just knew him for hours, you couldn’t be possibly telling him you would only wear jongin’s and not his... So you followed him to grab something to change into

Stepping into his room you can’t help but get abit wide eyed. His room was almost like what you would imagine a musician’s to be. Guitar, piano, bass, iMac, subwoofer etc. You were so amazed you couldn’t stop glancing around as he tries to uncover some clothes from the depths of his cabinet.

Finally finding it, chanyeol turned around and caught how your face literally wrote ‘amazement’, he couldn’t help but laughed beneath his breath before handing a sweater to you.

‘Why do you look so amazed? Your expression made it look like you just walked into a museum.’ Chanyeol asked

You felt embarrassed from his question and was absolutely tongue tied. Looking towards the corner of the room you caught sight of a basketball and a miniature basketball hoop. You quickly switched the topic

‘um you play basketball too?’

‘Yes I do! Like in my free time, once in a while. Outdoor activities keep me sane when I feel like I need a break, apart from jamming of course, as you can see. Why, do u play too?’

‘Oh I see, haha. And yes I play basketball too.’

‘I wasn’t expecting that! You really dont look like it though! What’s...’ before he could finish his sentence, jongin came into the room to check on you.

Breaking off that small talk with chanyeol, you changed out of your dirty top into the sweater. Sigh, the game hasn’t even started but you were almost already drained.

—-

2 hours into the game, you were getting really really sucked out of energy. Looking at chanyeol still so engrossed in the game, you wonder how could he still remain so fired up.

Just then the bell rang and the boys looked at each other,

‘Who’s that? Any of you got delivery ?’ Sehun asked as he walked towards the door. Looking through the peek hole before opening the door.

‘Ah Suho Hyung, why did you not open the door on your own’ Sehun asked

‘I left them in the car, too lazy to grab it. Oh, hi y/n, what you doing here?’

Feeling really tired now, your honesty got the better of you and you replied without thinking

‘Hi Suho-ssi, I got called to play some games, but now i’m stuck here’

‘Ya, you punks , it’s really late now you know. It’s way past 1030, Y/N still needs to walk home. Just shut off the game right now.

And Chanyeol didn’t you say you were meeting your high school friends tonight?’

At this Chanyeol loudly cursed then exclaimed

‘AH RIGHT I FORGOT! I GOT TO GET CHANGED NOW’

Phew, Suho surely is a life savior. More than happy to be out of this situation, you quickly packed your stuff and thanked the boys

‘I’ll be leaving, thanks for having me today and the free pizza.I had fun. Jong-in oppa please tell Chanyeol ssi i’ll wash his sweater before returning to him.’

At the same time chanyeol came out from his room hastily,

‘Y/N wait for me! Let’s leave together!’

You would have preferred having some quiet time by yourself right now, but you didn’t want to make things awkward by saying no. Seeing how Chanyeol got comfortable with people so quickly was beyond your understanding.

You were always took really long to warm up to new people unless you could really click with them, just like jongin.

‘Ah thanks for waiting, let’s go! Where do you stay? Is it near?’

Trying your best at a comfortable and casual tone, you replied ‘Uh yes it’s just about 5 to 10 minutes away if I walk. Where you going to?’

‘Oh just meeting my friends for supper. Let me walk you home since it’s not too far, anyway my friends are still on the way

So you were saying you play basketball do u watch nba or something ? What position do you play’ Chanyeol naturally strike a conversation with you

‘I DONT really follow, but yeh I check out the highlights and stuff. I play the Center position’

‘SERIOUS?! YOU’RE NOT VERY BUILT FOR A CENTER!’ You must be really good then!’ Chanyeol seemed to genuinely be amazed

Chuckling a little, you just shrugged and said

‘Erm yeh but the coach just thinks I’m pretty tough I guess.’

‘Oh and i heard from jong-in you didn’t know EXO until recently, so what music do you like ?’

Feeling a little self conscious about the fact that a musician is here asking you bout your music taste, you answered hesitantly

‘ R&B, acoustics, ballads , those sort? Ed Sheeren , AKMU and some other English oldies’

‘Then do you know ‘Without you’ by Mariah Cary? I’ve been listening to it lately and it’s been stuck in my head!’

Laughing at how random that was, you softly started singing along with him as he started.

At this hour of the day, at about 11 pm your mind isn’t too functional to overthink, you felt like you were loosening up towards him. Though he was a little too over enthusiastic and animated, you somehow liked that he seemed to have this innocence to him.

Just as your short jam ended, you have also reached your apartment

‘I’ve reached! Thanks for walking me back. Bye, drive safely later!’

You flashed a smile, bowed politely and was ready to head in, but chanyeol actually called out before you could head off

‘y/n! Wanna exchange numbers? We could go shoot some hoops at arcade someday or just ball.’

You were not too keen actually, wanting to just keep your relationship with him as simply acquaintances. Thinking bout how to put the rejection across nicely , you said

‘Oh, thanks for offering. But I’m really not a night person . And you know, you guys being EXO and got to be stealthy , everything goes on at night. Really not my thing though, I don’t think we can ever match a time.’

But turns out he was more insistent than you thought

‘Oh then I could invite you for games or a jam session ! I wouldn’t say we have exactly similar tastes in music but I do like the music you listen to and you sound great singing!’

That made you blush a little , partly embarrassment partly being shy at his straightforward words.

‘It’s fine chanyeol-ssi, I’ll just see you at your dorm when I pass by to see Jongin oppa and return your sweater. Bye’

—-

For the next 2 weeks, you somehow got more frequent calls from Jongin to run errands for him. But when you turned up at their dorms and Chanyeol was in, he would either be the one to get the door or be inviting you in for whatever they were doing.

Today afternoon, you were over at their dorms again, but just with jongin and chanyeol. You had bought tteokbokki and corndog for yourself and decided to buy some for EXO too, but turns out it was just the 2 that were in.

‘ah, y/n thanks for the food. i’m going to change and leave for dance practice soon’

‘you’re welcome jongin oppa, i’ll leave soon too’

just as jongin headed to the room, chanyeol took the chance to ask

‘y/n are you free? Do you want to hangout together instead? Since i’m free today and you’re already here.’ Chanyeol asked expectantly.

You were already much more comfortable with him, but together in the house? You wouldn’t even with Jongin.

‘Erm, Chanyeol-ssi, it’s okay. I’m not too comfortable staying in the house with another guy ..’ you said it hesitantly, feeling a little bad for rejecting him.

‘Oh actually, I meant to head out, there’s this place which I thought both of us will like’

oh shucks, that was embarrassing. In an attempt to cover up your embarrassment, you laughed abit harder than you should and agreed more enthusiastic than you would normally

‘OH ! HAHA! Ok, sure then let’s go!’

Almost instantly, you saw Chanyeol’s eyes brighten up. He got up immediately got changed and you both headed out.

—

In the car ride, you finally calmed your senses down and became sane enough to realise

‘Chanyeol-ssi it’s still pretty early right? Wouldn’t you heading out with me like this be really dangerous?’

Stopping his incessant rap and singing ever since you got in his car, he replied

‘There’s this arcade I used to go to when I was a student. It’s really old now and no one really goes there anymore. It closes around 5pm everyday , but I know the boss! I’m gonna ask him to just let us use the place for a short while’

With one hand on the steering wheel, he looked at you and was bubbling with excitement as he explained. You laughed seeing how excited he was, somehow also making you look forward to the fun to come.

Being really chatty as usual, he spoke the whole ride about anything and everything, slowly without even knowing, you dozed off.

The next moment you woke up, the sun was already starting to set and you’ve both reached the arcade, which was on the second floor along a shophouse street.

It looked so rundown and shady from the outside. The signboard was unlit and had completely yellowed. The window panes were blue tainted and so dusty you could see the dust from the streets.

‘Chanyeol Ssi are you sure about this? Please don’t bring me to a haunted house’

‘Ya, trust me, you’ll be surprised’

Together you headed towards the dark staircase that led you guys to the arcade. You struggled to catch up with his pace as he went up the stairs. The narrow and unlit staircase made you so jumpy that when the lights suddenly came on, you quickly latched your hand onto chanyeol’s sleeves without thinking.

Laughing at how scared you were, chanyeol slowed down his pace, walking side by side with you instead.

‘Why you so scared! We’re reaching soon, don’t worry, it’s hella cool place!’

Not really having the capacity to respond now, you continued holding on to his sleeves until you reached the end of the stairs.

Letting go, you awkwardly said thanks and entered the arcade, finding that it was certainly better than you thought but not fantastic.

‘Lee Soo Hyung! I brought my friend here today , could you let us use for about an hour + after you close?’

‘Chanyeol ah! It’s been a while! After all these years I finally see you with a girl. Hello Agassi, why did you come here with him? Be careful he doesn’t slaughter you like how he does when he plays games with his friends’

Not knowing to whether tears of joy or sadness would fit this situation, you raised your brows at chanyeol.

‘Alright I’ll leave this place to you guys, I’ll be back in about 2 hours after I eat and run my errands’

2 hours passed by in a flash. And you sure had lots of fun, shooting hoops, playing Daytona, Mario kart , and even challenging him to dance on pump it up. All of which u lost rather miserably cause you were just horrendous at games.

As you both left the arcade, you thought back in realisation that you didn’t see that annoying over competitiveness today in him today. Instead it felt Chanyeol wanted to make it fun for the both of you rather than winning you.

Internally feeling a little touched about this, you thought to subtly show your gratitude by treating him later.

Walking out of the stairs to the streets, you saw Baskin Robbins just right across, below a dancing school.

‘Chanyeol ssi! Let me buy you ice cream ok! Let’s cross the road to Baskin Robbins’

‘Haha, y/n why the sudden treat? I’m not complaining though, I want Choco mint in a cone’

You went into the shop and placed the order for the ice cream. But when you came out, there was a commotion right outside the shop and realised chanyeol was in ‘trouble’.

You panicked internally , where did the fangirls come from? They all surrounded chanyeol and were squealing and asking for pictures.

You headed back into baskin Robbins, not too sure what you should do. It’s not going to turn out well if he is seen with you.. Should you head off first? Or should you help him?

With one hand holding on nervously to the ice cream you looked intently at the situation outside, with a total mind blank.

Only about 15minutes later, you saw chanyeol managed to escape back to his car as the crowd in this secluded area eventually died down.

You didn’t head out to find him, worried that if any Fangirls were left, you would land him in trouble.

You stayed at in the shop, looking at the melted ice cream you bought for him, should you just dump this away? Do you head off yourself soon?

Just then a call came in

‘Y/N! Where are you? I’m so sorry I got caught by those dance school girls. Are you alright ? Where did you go ? In case you’re wondering, i got your number from jongin to contact you’

‘Chanyeol -ssi...? Are u ok? I’m just waiting at baskin robbins .. just head home without me, I’ll just find my way back..’ feeling still at loss about the situation, you replied with a heavy heart

‘Ah, no, just head down to the alley behind I’ll pick you up from there. This place is too secluded , I’m not going to leave you here alone’

‘But ..’

‘Just meet me there’

Feeling down and guilty that this was kind of your fault. You walked mindlessly to the alley with the half melted ice cream. If it were not for you, chanyeol wouldn’t even be heading out in the afternoon right?

As you entered the car, you kept quiet not really knowing what to say. But Chanyeol started apologising repeatedly, and telling you about the whole situation earlier

But all that ran through your mind was how risky the situation was and how bad you felt. You were still quite in shock as you processed that just happened

‘Chanyeol ssi, why did you bring me out today? Seeing that made me realise the severity of how dangerous it could have been for you if you were caught together with me.. and I can’t help but feel it’s my fault you got surrounded by those fan girls..’

Pausing before continuing, you added

‘Let’s never do this again. I’m really sorry’

‘Don’t be sorry, i am not even blaming you or anything! Plus i was the one who wanted us to hang outside together. I knew this might happen, but i still wanted to have fun with you’

‘Why Chanyeol-ssi?’

Without thinking, he answered almost immediately

‘Because i just find you cute’

You blanked out completely as those words, you could feel blood rushing through your cheeks.

You started externally processing your thoughts out of nervousness and panic

‘i know this sounds ridiculous but are you like interested in me? i know i am blushing like mad right now but im not really into loud guys. and though i had lots of fun with you just now i think you should just give up if you are even thinking of anything’ you went on rambling not even knowing what in the world you just said

He looked at you seeming to have something to say. But then looked at the messy ice cream and decided to reached for it instead.

‘thank you for this ice cream, and y/n whatever you said…honestly, can i just have 1 thing from you?’

‘uh what is it?’

‘can you just call me Chanyeol Oppa instead?’

Your heart skipped a beat at what he said and you could feel his gaze was still on you.

After a few moments of silence that hung heavy in the air, you shyly and softly asked

‘Chanyeol oppa shall we go back now?’

Still feeling shy to look at him, you stole a glance at the rear view mirror and saw Chanyeol smile the widest smile you have ever seen since you guys met.

Finishing off the ice cream, he started the engine, ready to drive off. But before stepping the accelerator, he looked up at the rear view mirror and you both caught each other’s eyes and both looked away almost immediately smiling shyly when your eyes met briefly.

As the car speeded off, you kept your eyes on the side view mirror, and you were glad you weren’t the only one smiling like an idiot the whole ride back.

Was this a little boring? I read through it multiple times and can’t really tell anymore. i hope it was fun for you guys who read it for the first time~ though i must admit if i read a fanfic with such an ending i might feel lowkey unsatisfied :p

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strawberrywritings · 4 years

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Houston, we have a problem.

A/N: Friday means new update! If you haven’t seen my post, I will be updating the series every Friday at 12am CEST, or you can also activate notifications for my posts.

For the sake of my storyline, i changed the original timeline of the show, please forgive me.🙈

I’ll stop talking and let you read. xx 🍓

Meeting / First date / First kiss / Masterlist

The next day, you got to work and when lunchbreak came, you sprinted out of the school. You were so excited about going to surprise Angel at the scrapyard, you weren’t even looking where you were going. And what usually happens? That you bump into stuff. Only that this time it was a person. And a very firm one, too, for you almost fell to ground when you collided.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry, it’s my fault”, the man in front of you prevented your fall by grabbing your arms, steadying you back on your feet. He laughed, “I’m okay here, are you?”. You straightened your clothes and looked at him, “I’m cool. Again, I’m sorry, I should’ve looked ahead”. He dismissed your apology again with a smile, then he looked at you a bit more seriously. “Do I know you?”, he asked. “I… uh, I teach here. You might’ve seen me around”, you shrugged your shoulders and he narrowed his eyes a bit.

“My son comes to school here, maybe you teach one of his classes”. “Oh, sure! What’s his name?”. “Cristobál – he paused, you probably needed a surname, too – Galindo”. He saw the exact moment everything made sense to you, and you smiled at him. “Of course, Galindo, yes, he’s in one of my classes”, you nodded. “Yeah, I rarely come to the teacher-parents meetings, my ex-wife usually does”, you nodded in understanding and he stuck his hand out. “Miguel”, you shook his hand and said your name. You two stayed looking at each other for a moment, it could’ve been a movie scene, but then you remembered why you bumped into him in the first place. “Señor Galindo, I apologize but I have to go now. It was very nice meeting you”, you said and started to make your way towards the main door, heading for your car once you were out of the building.

Once you parked in front of the scrapyard, you smiled as you climbed out of your car. Gilly nudged Angel’s shoulder when he noticed you. “Ain’t that your girl?”, Angel moved his head so fast he wondered how he didn’t get a whiplash, and there you were: in your work clothes, looking very nice, and talking to Chucky. He got up and cleaned his hands, fixing his hair in the mirror of a car (which made his brothers laugh), and making his way over to you.

“What are you doing here?”, he asked and you smiled as you looked at him, biting your lip. “Just wanted to make sure my man was alive, since he hasn’t answered my text”. Now, there were two things that Angel thought, the first one regarded your use of “my man”, not boyfriend, man. That alone could have made him die a happy death. And then, he wanted to slap himself: of course he had forgotten to reply. “I’m sorry, mi amor, I came home late and I fell asleep right away”, he came closer to you and circled your waist with his arms, kissing your lips softly.

Seeing him in his work clothes, sweaty and with dirt on his hands was making your mind a mess, that and all the sexual tension from the night before… you had to take a deep breath and compose yourself, reminding yourself that you were in public.

“It’s fine, baby. Oh, I also came because I made too much lunch. Wanna share?”, nobody could wipe off the smile that Angel had on his face when he escorted you to a room, so you could eat in peace and without being disturbed. After eating, you and him took a few minutes to just be with each other. He brought you onto his lap and you smiled, fixing a strand of hair and pulling it back, away from his face. Your fingertip traced his features: his brows, his nose, the side of his face, he was watching you intently, pure adoration in his face. When the finger came to his mouth, he gently grabbed your wrist and held your hand there, kissing it.

You slowly leaned into him and when your lips were about to touch, the door opened. “Hey, Coco wants to know-”, Angel turned his head to the door, an annoyed expression on his face, only to be met with EZ’s apologetic gaze, “I’ll be out in a minute, boy-scout”. In all of this, you were hiding your face in Angel’s shoulder, too embarrassed to say anything, or move from your current position.

Once the door shut, he pressed a kiss to your temple and used his hand to bring your face close to his, then he kissed you again on the lips. “I gotta go, I’m sorry, querida”, you nodded and smiled, kissing him again and keeping him close to you as much as you could. “I’ll text you when I finish work”, you said and trailed your fingers on his rings, he smiled and nodded. “Can’t wait”. You got up from his lap and smiled, gathering your things and exiting the room, hand in hand with Angel. When you got to the main room, 4 pairs of eyes were looking at you, then at Angel, and then back at you. You said goodbye to Angel, goodbye to the men at the table, and left the clubhouse, going back to the school just in time for your next class.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, you were tired and grateful you could go home, relax, and maybe see Angel. However, when you grabbed your stuff and got out of the classroom, you were met with Miguel Galindo for the second time that day.

“Miss L/N, I was waiting for you”, he was smiling and his voice was like honey. He stood next to the door, in a simple blue suit, white shirt, but the jacket was missing and he had his sleeves rolled up. He sure knew how to give a good first impression. During the lunch break, you hadn’t even had time to really look at him, you were too busy thinking about Angel. But now you could see why he was so rumored, he was definitely handsome.

“Can I help you with something, Señ-”, you couldn’t even finish that he had stopped you. “Miguel, please”. “Well, then, how can I help you, Miguel?”.

30 minutes later, Tranq happened to be running some errands in town, but stopped at the scene before him: you and Galindo sat at a table of a random coffee shop, you were sitting inside which meant he couldn’t hear what was being said, but to him, it looked like you both were having a good time.

He dug out his phone, dialing the number he needed, “Angel – he paused for a second, he never looked away but he was sure it was you - We have a problem, hermano”.

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lake-arrius-caverns · 3 years

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Nerevarine Rising

Chapter 7: Awakening

oops im seeing about changing my upload day to friday but yesterday i totally forgot abt it so lmao

summary After a successful assignment, Fahjoth is glad to be given a few days off and learns a little about his duties from Caius. The twins plan a trip to Vivec City for some exploration.

content warnings none

tag list @boulderfall-cave , @padomaicocean (lmk if you’d like to be added!)

read under the cut or on AO3, cheers 👍

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Flouncing through the front door of Cosades’ tiny house, Fahjoth couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he brandished the scrolls of parchment with glee.

“I got them!” he cried, ecstatic. “The notes from Sharn gra-Muzgob! I got them!”

Cosades looked up from his supper with one brow raised, but by no means did he look on with disapproval. “And not a scratch on you,” he remarked, holding out a hand to receive the scrolls as Fahjoth passed them over. “I knew it wouldn’t be long before you found your feet. Well done, Novice.”

“Well, I had help—” Fahjoth started, unwilling to take all the credit for his achievement, but Cosades didn’t seem to be listening anyway. He unfurled the scrolls and silence fell as he pored over them, a thoughtful look on his face as he examined the scrawling, loopy handwriting. Fahjoth took a seat at the table and waited, wondering what his next assignment was to be. At least Ribyna was on standby back at the South Wall Cornerclub, and for that, Fahjoth was grateful.

“Well, Fahjoth,” Cosades started, rolling up the parchments once again and turning to face Fahjoth with the beginnings of a smile, “I’m promoting you to Blades Apprentice. You deserve it after the hard work you’ve put into all your duties.”

Fahjoth’s heart began to soar with excitement. “Apprentice?” he repeated, awestruck. “Thank you, sir! So, uhh... what will I be expected to do now?”

“Nothing too different, I assure you. It’s mostly a recognition thing, to be perfectly honest,” Cosades answered. He got to his feet, beginning to pace around the room in deep thought and occasionally stopping to check a book or scrap of paper, cross referencing several stacks of notes. Fahjoth wondered how he was able to keep track of it all. “Now, I'd like some time to think how this all fits in with the Emperor's plans for you. So if you'd like to get in a little freelance adventuring, go ahead. But whenever you're ready, I'll have new orders for you."

“Oh... alright.” The news came as a welcome surprise for sure. Fahjoth had to admit, he was glad to have a few days of downtime at last. It would be a good opportunity for him and Ribyna to do some exploring; she had mentioned wanting to visit Vivec City at some point, perhaps now they could finally go.

But there was one thing that he had been growing more and more curious about; the subject of all his errands, the very reason he had been putting his life on the line in exchange for whatever information Cosades wanted. He knew nothing about any of it, and the burning desire to ask, to learn exactly why it was so important, could not be quashed. Maybe now was the time.

“Sir?” he questioned, biting his lip with uncertainty. Cosades stared fixedly at Fahjoth, indicating that he was listening, and so Fahjoth continued — albeit with some hesitation. “Could you explain the... things that I’ve been getting information about? The, uh, the Sixth House and the Nev... Nevera... Neraver—“

“The Nerevarine,” Cosades finished for him, and Fahjoth nodded. “Of course. I forget that you can’t read well. We’ll start with the Sixth House.”

Fahjoth shuffled in his seat, getting himself comfortable and listening with rapt attention as Cosades began to speak. “There isn’t much to say about the Sixth House cult just yet. A trusted informant of mine says they're a secret cult associated with some strange events recently. More importantly, my informant thinks these recent disturbances are related in some way to the Nerevarine Prophecies."

“And what are the—?”

“I’m getting to that part, Apprentice. One thing at a time. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but there’s been some attacks recently attributed to sleeper agents of this cult. Have you heard anything about them?”

Fahjoth shook his head. “No sir.”

“There've been several attacks recently, and these Sleepers all say the same thing. ‘Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.’”

A shiver suddenly tore through Fahjoth’s ribs, catching him by surprise. Why did that name sound so familiar? There was no distinct emotional response attached to hearing it, but the hairs on Fahjoth’s arms continued to stand on end, giving him prominent goosebumps.

“Keep an eye out, and if you see anything suspicious, let me know.”

“Yes sir.”

“Alright, now for the Nerevarine.” Cosades rejoined Fahjoth at the table and took a swig of something from an open bottle before continuing. “The Ashlanders—“

“The what?”

“The Ashlanders— by the divines, Vetharys...”

Fahjoth grimaced, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Sorry...”

“No, it’s alright,” Cosades sighed. “I just thought you would’ve heard about them by now. I don't know much about them. Most people say they‘re murderous savages. But most people are idiots. I know they hate the settled Dunmer almost as much as they hate Westerners. I don't think their tribes tend to be particularly welcoming to outlanders, so watch yourself if you’re ever wandering in the Ashlands.”

Fahjoth nodded, remaining quiet to let Cosades go on.

“The Ashlanders pass down their customs and history in the form of poetic verses. Among the things they preserve in verse are the dreams and prophetic visions of their wise women, in particular the verses that foretell the coming of the Nerevarine. And before you ask,” Cosades added, seeing that Fahjoth was about to speak again, “some Dunmer believe that an orphan and outcast, a youth born on a certain day to uncertain parents, will one day unite all the tribes of the Dunmer, drive out the invaders of Morrowind, and reestablish the ancient laws and customs of the Dark Elven nations. They call this orphan and outcast the ‘Nerevarine’, and say they will be a reincarnation of the long-dead Dunmer General and First Councilor, Lord Indoril Nerevar. But... I don't know much else about it. That's why I'm sending you to find out.”

Fahjoth nodded, fascinated by the sudden bombardment of information he was receiving. “And... it’s relevant to stuff that’s happening now? These cult attacks and whatnot? That’s why we’re investigating it?”

There was a split second where Fahjoth thought that Cosades may have paused, his stern grey eyes locked on Fahjoth’s own, but then came a perfectly normal response, leaving him wondering if he’d simply imagined it.

“Correct.”

Armed with this knowledge, Fahjoth suddenly felt inspired. So this was what all his top-secret missions had really been about. He still had no idea why he’d been pulled out of prison to join this endeavour specifically, but he no longer felt as much of a need to question it. This was his chance to make a difference, to do some real good in the world; it strengthened his resolve and he silently vowed to give it his all, regardless of how many errands he would end up having to run.

“Alright. Thanks, sir.” Fahjoth rose to his feet, figuring he should go and find Ribyna and tell her the news, but Cosades leaned back in his chair and stared at him with such a dour look in his eyes that Fahjoth faltered.

“Don’t forget, Vetharys — always pay attention to what’s going on around you. You’re an agent of the Blades; information is our specialty,” he advised. “And never let your guard down. I don’t ever want to find you being sent back to me in a box.”

Fahjoth cringed, feeling distinctly like he was being told off for the sheer amount of ignorance he had so openly displayed. Well, he had to learn somehow, didn't he? “Yes, sir… thank you, sir.”

And with that he bade farewell to Cosades for now, scurrying out of the house before he could be admonished further, and made a beeline straight for the South Wall Cornerclub. Just as he rounded the corner and descended the short flight of stone steps between buildings, he found himself face-to-face with a familiar dark-haired figure, and coincidentally just the person he was looking for.

“Ribyna!” he called, grinning as he got his sibling’s attention seconds before she stepped into the cornerclub. “Thought I’d find you here.”

“‘Sup, Fahji?” Ribyna turned away from the doorway and gave Fahjoth the usual hug of greeting. “You look happy. Has something happened?”

“I got a promotion!” he exclaimed without hesitation, eager to share the news. “And I got a few days off, too. I was thinking maybe we could do something.”

“Ah, well done, bro!” Ribyna congratulated him with a grin. “Yeah, I’m good for a few days. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I thought maybe we could go to Vivec City? If you still wanted to go there, that is.”

For the second time that night, Fahjoth thought he detected a fleeting look of hesitation on the face of someone he was speaking to. This time it was Ribyna, who appeared almost apprehensive as soon as Fahjoth had mentioned going to Vivec City; but then her response was as casual as ever, leaving Fahjoth even more befuddled and debating with himself over whether he was just seeing things.

Maybe I’m just tired, he mused to himself.

“Yeah, sounds good. D’you wanna leave now or tomorrow?” Ribyna asked. “If you like, I can go see how much the silt strider bloke charges.”

“Well, it’s getting on a bit, but…” Fahjoth paused, looking upwards and searching for the position of the sun, which was already past its highest point in the sky. He estimated that they had a few hours of daylight left, so ignoring the little voice of caution in his head, he made his decision.

“Yeah, why not? Let’s go tonight. Could be fun to stay overnight in the big city!” Fahjoth enthused, and Ribyna nodded.

“Alright! I’ll go find out how much a one way trip costs,” Ribyna said. “Start heading over towards the silt strider and I’ll meet you there!” And with that she tore off, racing over the bridge in the middle of town and zipping up the stairs to speak with the caravaner.

With a quiet chuckle, Fahjoth shook his head and began to meander at a far more relaxed pace after his twin, passing by one of the townsfolk as he stepped off the bridge. He dipped his head and smiled in casual greeting, but the Dunmer gripped his wrist with such force that Fahjoth gasped in shock.

He leaned in, his face mere inches from Fahjoth’s own, and Fahjoth could see only too clearly his strangely blank, vacant expression. His eyes, though unfocused, were glaring at Fahjoth with such a scorching intensity that he almost broke out into a sweat, his heart hammering rhythmically in his chest like a trapped sparrow, fast and fearful.

And then he spoke, his voice gravelly and harsh, the sound of crumbling charcoal over burning ashes.

“Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.”

Momentarily frozen, Fahjoth’s senses eventually returned to him and his first instinct was to yank his wrist free of the Dunmer’s grip, panting as if he had just run a marathon. The Dunmer jerked as Fahjoth tore free, and then within seconds, the blank look on his face melted away and he cleared his throat, glancing around as if confused. He then regarded Fahjoth with a perfectly normal, albeit rather sleepy stare.

“What do you think of our city, outlander?” he asked mildly, but before Fahjoth could even think of a response, a voice calling his name caught his attention.

“Fahji! C’mon, hurry up!”

His mouth dry, Fahjoth wheeled around and dashed after Ribyna, not stopping until he had caught up with his twin. Ribyna looked irate as she immediately began a short rant.

“I’m not paying for that bloody silt strider. It’s a ripoff! And if we’re gonna stay in Vivec overnight, gods know how much the rooms are gonna set us back, too. Come on, we’ll walk instead—” She paused and frowned as she finally took in Fahjoth’s appearance, while he tried to calm himself down in the meantime.

“What the fuck’s the matter with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” With a shake of her head, Ribyna corrected herself, “Actually, you weren’t even this pale when we did see a ghost. Did something happen?”

“A— a Dunmer,” Fahjoth began, his gaze rapidly flicking from left to right, half-expecting an attack to come out of nowhere. “A Dunmer stopped me and... and said a thing...”

However, as he took in Ribyna’s attentive expression, he realised with a heart-wrenching disappointment that there was no way he would be able to explain any of it to her. Not without going into detail about the missions that Cosades had given him, which he had been strictly forbidden to do. He could lie, omit some elements of the truth, but then what would be the point in that? His voice trailed off into silence, leaving him awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. After a few seconds, Ribyna spoke up again.

“Did he threaten you?” she asked, very seriously. “D’you want me to find this bastard and have a word?”

“No!” Fahjoth replied hastily. With reluctance, he took a deep breath and tried to swallow his anxieties, his gaze wandering down to his wrist as he rubbed it. There was no visible blemish, but somehow, he felt his wrist burning fiercely where the Dunmer had grabbed him. “It’s fine. It was probably nothing. Let’s just go to Vivec,” he added, “I could do with the walk, I think.”

It was clear from her expression that Ribyna didn’t believe him, but his tone of voice made it very clear that to question him further would only exacerbate the issue, and Ribyna relented. “Alright,” she said eventually. “But if you’ve got a problem, you can talk to me, okay?”

“Yeah... I know. Thanks, Beebs.” Though he wanted nothing more than to confide in his twin, Fahjoth regretfully held back. He was alive, and that was the main thing; telling Cosades could wait until he got back. In his shaken state, he found it far too overwhelming to think about right now anyway, and so the two departed from Balmora and embarked on the considerable journey southwards to Vivec City.

#oc: fahjoth #oc: ribyna #tes #tes fic #morrowind #dunmer #dunmer oc #nerevarine #elder scrolls #elder scrolls fanfic #tes iii: morrowind

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angstyaches · 3 years

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👚+🧡+💙 for felix and elliot?? 🍄

soft warm home clothes / back/shoulder rubs / forehead kisses

Drabble is under the cut because of the content warnings, since sometimes this stuff can make me uncomfy too, if I’m not prepared for it.

CW: mentions of partial nudity (i.e. they’re both in their underwear; Felix has a t-shirt on), suggestive positions (for back rubs; nothing actually explicit happens), Felix thinks of one innuendo (but doesn’t actually say it)

Felix scrubbed at his damp hair with a towel as he left the ensuite and entered the bedroom. “Shower’s free, darling.”

“Uh-huh.”

Felix didn’t think anything of the unenthusiastic reply, and went about looking for clothes. They were supposed to be going out for the day, just the two of them, with no actual errands to run for the first time in weeks. There was no set plan, but Felix would have been happy with a flat white at a nice coffee shop, followed by a walk around a park or museum.

As he pulled on some underwear and a loose t-shirt, Felix started to daydream about what jacket to wear from his extensive collection. He was in an embroidered denim kind of mood, but if it was cold outside, he’d be better off with something that had padding. He considered opening the window and sticking his head outside to get a better sense of the weather, but that might have confused the hell out of Elliott if he saw him.

Speaking of whom, Felix hadn’t heard any movement from him yet.

Glancing over his shoulder, Felix realised that his boyfriend was still splayed on his stomach across the bed, making no move towards the bathroom. He was in just his boxers and wasn’t even under the covers, which meant he’d gotten up at some point and then actively decided to lie back down.

“Elli?” Felix frowned at his immobile boyfriend. “Are you going for that shower?”

“Mmph.”

“Come on, darling, I know you’re almost a full vamp now, but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna start sleeping through the day, does it?”

Elliott said nothing, just rolled his head and buried his face in the pillow. Felix stood up a little straighter. Part of Felix had thought Elliott was just joking around up until now, but it really was weird for him to still be in bed, especially when they had plans to go somewhere. Usually Elliott was the one practically dragging Felix from the embrace of the sheets, or prodding and tickling him until he was too annoyed to lie there anymore.

Felix eased himself onto the mattress, not wanting to disturb it too much. “Are you not feeling well?”

Elliott’s face resurfaced from the pillow, his eyes glassy and dull but at least they were open and somewhat focusing on Felix.

“Mmm.”

“Mmm?” Felix repeated, though he felt an immediate stab of guilt in his belly for mimicking the sound the way he did. He cleared his throat. “Darling, talk to me. Does something hurt?”

“Everything does.”

Felix sighed at the response, which was both worrying and extremely unhelpful. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard this kind of complaint from Elliott, but it was usually because he hadn’t drunk enough blood, or had drunk too much. Felix was fairly sure his intake had been correct the past few days, so it couldn’t have been either of those.

“Do you wanna stay home today?” Felix asked softly, trying his best to mask the air of disappointment in his voice.

Elliott probably picked up on it anyway, because there was a look in his eyes that resembled an apology. “You could ask Shayne if he wants to go with you.”

“And leave you all alone while you’re sore and sad?”

Felix leaned down to kiss Elliott’s temple, simultaneously tucking his hair behind his ear. When loose, it sat neatly just at the top of his shoulders, silky and thick in a way Felix wished his own hair could somehow accomplish.

“I’m not going anywhere, darling.” Felix smoothed a hand over Elliott’s shoulder, tracing the muscles in his back. His skin wasn’t burning like it did on extremely bad days, which was somewhat of a relief, but it made Felix wonder even harder about what was making Elliott feel like crap.

Elliott hummed deeply at the contact, pressing his face into the pillow again. He mumbled a string of words, of which Felix made out a handful, including the word “harder”.

Felix smiled as his brain conjured up a double-entrendre, but decided to keep the smile and the thought to himself. Poor Elliott was clearly going through enough without having to deal with Felix’s childishness. He did, however, climb on top of Elliott so that he was straddling the backs of his thighs, giving himself a better vantage point.

Elliott shifted his weight a little, wrapping his arms up around the pillow to better accommodate his head. Felix pushed his thumbs into the muscles in Elliott’s lower back, and they practically pushed back with the tension they were holding. Felix massaged back and forth for a while before focusing on Elliott’s spine. He froze and released the pressure for a moment when his boyfriend winced and adjusted his weight again.

“Are you alright?”

Elliott turned his head away from the pillow to respond. “Yeah, that feels great, boo.”

Felix worked back up along Elliott’s spine again, leaning forward so he could kiss the back of his neck and along the span of his shoulders once he got there. The kisses coaxed little sighs out of Elliott, and Felix melted in turn at those sounds of relief and pleasure.

The shiver that he felt go through Elliott’s body was a little trickier to read, so Felix had to ask; “Are you getting cold?”

Elliott let out a half-laugh. “A little.”

Felix lowered himself the rest of the way down, so his stomach and chest were resting against Elliott’s back. He leaned over to kiss the side of his boyfriend’s forehead again before resting his chin on Elliott’s shoulder.

“No pretty vampire boyfriends are going cold on my watch.”

“Mmph. Well, I’m glad I can at least look pretty while feeling like I’m ruining our date plans.”

Felix rolled his eyes.

“You know what would look even prettier?” He began to sit up, sliding off Elliott and off the bed and stumbling slightly in the endeavour.

“No,” Elliott huffed, “but I get the feeling you’re going to tell me, whether or not I –”

“You,” Felix gushed as he crossed the room, “wrapped up in your fluffy dressing gown, watching that show you like – the one with the cops, or whatever –” Felix pulled the aforementioned dressing gown out of the cupboard and tossed it onto Elliott’s back as the boy began to stir from his flattened position. “– while I go get us some tea to drink in bed.”

Elliott tugged the dressing gown around his shoulders and sat up on his knees. He somehow looked ridiculously shy as he slumped back against the headboard, marvelling at Felix’s sudden enthusiasm for spending the day at home.

“You should put something on before you go downstairs,” Elliott said, looking pointedly at Felix’s pale, skinny legs. “Nancy will have a heart attack if she sees you wandering around in your underwear.”

Felix pouted as he opened a drawer and looked for some sweat pants. “I’m not sure immortal witches can have heart attacks, but sure.”

#comfort fic #comfort prompt #sickfic #hurt and comfort #Elliott #Felix #nudity #(partial)#innuendo #back rubs #back rub #soft boys soft boys SOFT BOYS #also #ELLIOTT IN DRESSING GOWN #Swallow the World

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tabletopmayhem · 3 years

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What We Sacrifice

A repost for @jessicapendragon

"I think it's unfair you've been hiding your squire from us for just ages, Faust."

Sir Isobel Faust smiled the precise amount, bowed the exact amount of deference from knight to Baron, and watched out of the corner of her eye as the boy did the same from his own inferior position. An appropriate obeisance, and the appropriate amount of fear in his eyes.

Good.

"Barone Rossi, please forgive me," she replied, rising from her bow, "I realize tradition is to bring them in immediately, but he was hardly ready. I prefer good training to trial by fire."

"Quite, quite. Well, blaming a knight for being cautious just because of loss of amusement would be..." The Baron trailed off, cupping a hand under his chin thoughtfully before finishing at last, "counter-productive."

"He came to me in dire need of sculpting, but hopefully I have at least given him the tools to help him finish it himself," Isobel said, slightly displeased that the boy's smile escaped for a half second before he restrained it.

She'd despaired of getting him to hide his emotions, it wasn't a skill he seemed capable of. When he was embraced, that carefree nature of his would become worse, not better as a Daeva. Well, everyone had their own strengths, and his...

"Admirable as always. You, boy. What is it your Maestra has been teaching you as of late?"

In that moment she became uncomfortably aware of just how many eyes were discreetly on them at this point in time. It was unavoidable, having finally brought him. After Vicontessa Viola had come snooping by the training manor and had attempted her little seduction, she'd known her days of keeping a tight leash on the boy were over.

That was never more apparent when he glanced up, smiled his perpetual half-smile, and lifted his shoulders in a little shrug. She could see the instant the Baron's expression softened a little. Damnable boy.

He was going to be so much trouble for her

"Everythin' she can get through my head, my lord, I got kinda a thick skull. I'm doin' my best, though."

"Oh, he's local, how delightful!" the Baron declared, as if he hadn't just spoken to the boy himself.

It had ceased to bother her some decades before, but she always found it a bit gauche for people who claimed to have impeccable manners. Some people simply preferred the letter of the law to the spirit of it.

"Yes, Squire Leary challenged me to a duel a few years ago. I admire his bravery greatly, even if he is a bit...rough around the edges."

"I lost," Connor supplied with a hint of a grin, as if that wasn't already obvious.

"Irish, that's a shame."

"Half," Connor replied, a little bit defensively, settling when she gave him a look of reproof. "My mother was a Bianchi, my lord."

"Bianchi and Rossi, how amusing," the Baron replied wryly.

"This is the modern era, Barone Rossi," Isobel interrupted mildly, keeping her voice detatched. "Such things have little bearing. We are all Americans now."

"Quite, quite, but some of the older generation..."

"I am not Italian."

Silence for a few seconds, her face kept studiously blank. Finally the Baron smiled, broad and agreeable, instantly setting her back up. Not that she would ever let him know.

Never let them know.

"Of course not, Dame..."

"Sir," she interrupted, grateful that the boy managed not to smile.

She could see it in his eyes, though, she always could, the slight crinkling of the skin around them, the barest twitch of the corner of his mouth.

"Sir Faust. Forgive me. Of course, you are so modern, I must defer to you in this discussion of the...modern age."

"You are as wise as you are gracious," she replied, pleased to see the Baron's interest in the squire had waned with the introduction of uncomfortable topics.

"I have some things that need moving next week, I was hoping I could avail upon you, Sir Faust, to accompany my...movers."

Ah, that was why he was being agreeable for once. She smiled, inclined her head, and he returned the gesture before stepping back. She bowed, as did the boy, and the Baron turned on his heel at last.

When he withdrew she saw a slight relaxation of the boy's shoulders. She wished she could have told him it was over, but she could see that vulture Viola already making her oh so discreet way towards them.

"Squire, go find Sir Errol and tell him the Barone has requested my help."

"Now? But you said I should stay close..."

She could see the minute widening of his eyes as he finally noticed the sidelong approach of the Vicontessa. Ridiculous woman, in those overdone ballgowns that looked as if she was playing Cinderella in a highschool play. Of course, they cost more than any school could boast in a year's budget.

She did try not to let such thoughts rankle.

The important thing now was getting her squire out of this pit of Ventrue, who would greedily hunt a Daeva-to-be regardless of whether their heart still beat or no.

"Yes sir, you got it, sir," Connor agreed in a hurry, turning on a heel and all but racing away.

He remembered his manners three steps in, luckily, and she tossed away the instant reproof that normally she would file for later. He was doing well. How could she chide him, when this was a cage full of lions and he was little more than a rabbit to them?

Her ridiculous boy- how proud she was of him.

A sidelong step, a gracious smile, and she intercepted Viola, bowing immediately so that she'd be forced to respond.

"Viscontessa. It's such a delight to see you again so soon, I have been looking forward to spending more time in your company."

The instantly sour purse of the other woman's lips relaxed into a smile, a forced riposte to her initial attack.

And the battle began.

It was fucking exhausting dodging people, last thing he wanted to be doing. Sir had done a pretty good job of telling him what to watch out for, but...well, hearing it and living it were two different things. At least the other squires were here, even though they acted real different outside of the training house.

Here it was like they were some kinda toys, things slightly more interesting than the other people he saw running around, doing errands, carrying messages.

She'd warned him about that, too.

Messages could be traps, they'd have to go straight to her. If he opened them, he'd be seen as interested. Other...humans, kine, they could be traps, too. They were just there to work for the Kindred, if one of them asked him to talk, or offered him something to drink, it could be real bad.

He wasn't supposed to take anything from anyone, unless it was to go straight to her.

That had been his mistake the other day, thinking he was safe in the training house. That Viola woman had just said she wanted help with her shoe, he thought he was being polite, but...

The memory had him pretty hot under the collar, made him sure he couldn't go straight back to Sir despite Errol telling him to go back to her. Clearing his throat, he ducked off to the side, through a door into a room full of books. He couldn't go back out there like this.

"C'mon, c'mon..." he muttered to himself, wandering through the shelves, finding the quietest spot in the room. "Cold showers, fuckin'...Ol' Gert naked...that time you got your guts stabbed out...Christ on a cross, man, the last thing you wanna do around here is have to jack off in the bathroom..."

It wasn't helping. Of course it wasn't fucking helping, nothing seemed to lately. Stuck in a goddamn pit of sin, it felt like, barely hanging on by his nails. Sure, it would probably be easier to give in, and Isobel didn't care except that he didn't want to, but...

His eyes fell on a desk back in the corner, cleaned of papers but set up with a lamp and matching pen set that caught the light. Looked like real gold, which made his fingers itch, but they mattered less than what else was on the desk.

A phone.

Breathing out a heavy sigh of relief, he raked back his hair and headed for the phone, leaning down and grabbing it, slinging it around. The dial tone in his ear was comforting, and punching in her number was his favorite song, not even needing to look down at the numbers.

It rang four times, which meant she was studying.

"It's past midnight," Hannah answered with a hint of complaint.

The tone of her voice didn't bother him, he was so relieved that it took every bit of stress away, washing over him all at once. He sighed, and she gave a small, grumpy 'hmph' that just made him laugh.

"Sorry, baby girl. You know I had this business thing tonight. Hi."

"Hey. I know, so I don't know why you're calling, I told you I had to finish writing this paper. I said we could talk tomorrow, remember?"

The irritation in her voice didn't fade, which brought back the worry again. She'd been really snappy lately, which he was usually so good at pulling her out of. She always said he could always make her smile.

"Hannah...c'mon, baby, is it so weird that I just wanted to hear your voice?"

"Yeah, a little. Are you drunk? Of course you are, why would I be surprised? What is it, wine and...and cheese and midnight parties, huh? Meanwhile I'm over here completely buried in work, but you don't even care."

"Th'fuck? How'd we get from I just wanted to hear your voice to I'm drunk an' not carin' about you?" "You didn't show up to Mikey's graduation. You didn't show up to breakfast last week, you almost forgot my birthday..."

"Han, I apologized for all that, we talked about that. You know I got a lot goin' on. You know how hard it is for me to get away, to get up, I work real late."

"I have stuff going on, Connor! I am working my ass off right now, you know. You're not the only one! You act like you're the only one that matters, you call me in the middle of the night..."

"You're awake," he replied weakly, feeling the whole conversation sliding out of his grasp.

"I'm not every time! And even if I was, it's just selfish! You have gotten so...damn selfish! Don't you ever think about anyone but yourself any more?"

Sudden rage overtook him, dragged up from who knows where, somewhere old and bad and always there. He knew what his rage could do, he usually did such a good job keeping it down, but whatever she said had woken it up, brought it roaring out.

"Fuckin' selfish? That's pretty fuckin' rich for someone whose 'hard work' is somethin' I'm payin' for. I'm sorry, I didn't realize workin' my fuckin' ass off so you could go to your fancy-ass college was such an inconvenience for you! Don't worry, I'm sure the old house is still there, if you just wanna go back to livin' on the st-"

It died, suddenly, curling up and withering inside of him, replaced by a sudden fear.

Shit.

It was silence then, the distant sounds of the party eclipsed by the thundering in his ears. His stomach clenched, hand clutching the phone, and he finally managed a quiet, "...baby? I'm..."

"Fuck you," she replied clearly, and the phone went dead with a click.

He listened to the dial tone for a good thirty seconds, and then swallowed, carefully hanging up the receiver and turning the phone back around. Pulling himself up onto the edge of the desk he rubbed his face with both hands, letting out a long, slow sigh.

"...Happy fuckin' Birthday to me," he muttered quietly under his breath.

Nineteen. Only three years left, she'd promised, before he could be free of this fucking in-between Purgatory and he could finally be Embraced. And then, he'd figure out a way for Hannah to join him, so they'd never have to leave each other.

Just a little longer, baby...

The pit in his stomach said it was already over, but he'd gotten good at ignoring things he didn't want to hear. She'd probably feel better in the morning, and he'd bring her something pretty to take her mind off of it.

It wouldn't work. That was why he loved her.

That was why he'd lose her.

#vampire the requiem #vampire the masquerade #Daeva #vtr #vtm

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gaygent37 · 4 years

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PLEASE MAKE THE CONTINUATION OF THR ABO PROMPT. THEY STILL FUCKING (like, everywhere) AND DICK GETS PREGNANT AND THEY LIKE "holy shit" aND THEN MALE LACTATION(????) (And Jason loves that, ohboy ofc he does)

Part 2 to this

Dick wished he could say they learned their lesson the first time.

But the very next morning, he woke up to Jason rutting between his thighs, which turned him on a lot, and they did it again.

“Fuck, Dickie,” Jason smirked once he was knotted firmly inside of Dick again. “At this rate, you’ll always have a good amount of my cum stuffing you full.”

“No,” Dick grumbled, the bliss of his orgasm starting to fade. “At this rate, I’ll end up pregnant. Didn’t I tell you to use a condom last night?!” Not that he really put up much of a fight.

“Mmm… no? You asked me if we used one,” Jason said. His knot was finally starting to shrink. “You wanna go again, bro?” he asked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Jason?” Dick asked, smacking him with a pillow. He groaned and pulled himself off of Jason’s knot, a bit unhappy about the loss of something plugging him up.

He felt Jason’s cum starting to leak out of him as he rolled out of bed.

“I’ve got errands to run today. Can’t spend the entire day in bed,” Dick explained, going to his closet.

“I can come with you,” Jason offered.

“You wanna run errands all day?” Dick asked.

“Sure,” Jason said, grinning.

“Suit yourself,” Dick said with a shrug. He pulled out a shirt and grimaced. “I’m going to go get cleaned up and take a shower.”

Dick had literally just stepped into the shower, closing his eyes to the warm spray. He watched with a small smile as the doors and the mirrors started steaming up. It was like a tiny bit of privacy.

Which was obviously lost on Jason because the bathroom door silently opened when Dick was lathering his hair.

“You look lonely in here,” Jason said in Dick’s ear.

“I- I’m not lonely. I’m taking a shower!” Dick snapped, rinsing the suds out of his hair so he can open his eyes. “Why are you here- oh, fuck.”

Dick’s knees went weak as Jason slid two fingers up his still wet hole, immediately finding Dick’s prostate and rubbing it. And just like that, Dick was bent over in the tiny shower, presenting his ass for Jason to fuck.

“Aw, look, bro,” Jason chuckled. “Your hole hasn’t even gotten a chance to tighten up from the last round yet.” Even so, he lined himself up and pushed into Dick. “So wet and warm, Dickie.”

“Shit, Jay…” Dick said in a breathless voice. “You feel a lot bigger like this!”

Jason smirked. “Is that so? Well, don’t mind if I do then.” He snapped his hips, driving his cock deep into Dick. Dick was so wet - with both slick and cum - that had Dick not been as tight as he was, it would have felt frictionless.

But Dick was tight, and wet, and so fucking addicting. Jason could definitely say he was getting hooked, if he was not already.

“Damn, bro, you feel so fucking good,” Jason groaned.

Dick whined softly, squeezing around Jason’s cock. “Fuck me, Jay. I wanna feel it. Fuck me harder, deeper. Fuck!”

Jason slammed back into Dick, pistoning his hips hard. His hands were gripping Dick’s waist, pulling him backwards against every thrust. The sopping wet sounds of their mating was amplified in the small bathroom, and more slick than water was running down Dick’s thighs at this point.

“Shit, I’m close, bro. Gonna cum inside you again, keep my omega filled to the brim, just like I promised,” Jason grunted.

“Fill me, fill me, fill me,” Dick chanted, craving the rush of warm cum that made his omega side shiver and preen proudly. He turned his head slightly and grinned back at Jason. “I wanna always be full of my alpha’s cum.”

“Fucking hell, Dickie-” Jason groaned, his climax hitting him like a train, despite cumming not ten minutes ago. His knot swelled right against Dick’s rim, stretching it obscenely before Jason forced him to take that too.

Dick came with a soft cry as Jason’s knot was slowly pushed inside of him, making him feel the stretch of the almost fist-sized knot. He sighed as the pleasurable aftershocks flowed through him.

He was knotted, and he was being pumped full of Jason’s cum. He was very happy.

Or at least, his omega side was.

“You… You came inside me again,” Dick moaned softly, still feeling occasional zaps of pleasure.

“I said I’d keep you full,” Jason told him.

“But…”

“Aw, don’t complain, bro. It’s not like you can say you don’t want me to cum inside you,” Jason said, giving Dick’s ass a squeeze, massaging the supple flesh.

Dick groaned. It was honestly a bit true. He wanted Jason’s cum inside him, quite a bit actually. And it was not like the idea of getting pregnant was terrible. It was just… all a bit fast.

“Fine, but no more,” Dick warned. “I really need to get stuff done today!”

“Okay, okay, geez, bro,” Jason laughed. “Next time, leave the complaints until after I’m out of you so I can walk away.”

Dick rolled his eyes.

They were knotted together until the shower ran cold.

They ended up fucking at the breakfast table.

They almost ended up doing something in the cereal aisle of the grocery store,

They christened the couch after lunch.

They also left cum stains to dry on the backseat of Dick’s car.

Jason slowly fucked Dick through cooking dinner, resulting in a very burnt pot of spaghetti and Chinese takeout.

They did it three more times before falling asleep that night, knotted together again.

And Dick only complained once in all those times (in the cereal aisle).

The very next day, Dick stocked up on pregnancy tests, shoving them in the bathroom cabinet. He and Jason never got any time alone after that day, though there were a couple of rushed blowjobs and hidden handjobs here and there.

So when Dick took said pregnancy tests after two weeks later and the eight tests all read positive, he was surprisingly calm. He went about his day, running errands, meeting up with his team.

He had invited Jason over for dinner later that night.

“Hey, bro-” Jason said as soon as he stepped through the door.

Dick threw a key at him. Jason caught it right before it hit his face.

“What the-”

Dick then threw a wadded up piece of paper, which Jason almost managed to deflect.

“Dickie-

Finally, Dick threw all eight pregnancy tests at him.

Jason just covered his head as the pregnancy tests rained down around him.

“What the everloving fuck, bro?” Jason said, looking at the mess around him.

“You’re moving in. I’m pregnant. That’s the list of things you need to get for the baby. Now wash up for dinner, daddy.”

He left Jason gaping at him in the doorway, and when he was out of sight in the kitchen, Dick gave a tiny little smile and put a hand on his flat tummy.

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I’ve very flattered you liked it enough to want a continuation. This was quite fun to write. Thanks for prompting me!

#jaydick #titans #omegaverse #mpreg #anon #ask gaygent #quarantine prompts #gaygent37

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Vocalized Feelings

Paring: Garage band leader! Donghyuck x Retired choir member! reader

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word count: 8012

happy bday @aquinoa !!!

You didn’t need a calendar to figure out that today was a Saturday, nor did you need a clock to tell you that the time was early noon. All you needed was the noise of drumsticks bashing onto its respective kit, the most definitely unneeded feedback of guitar amps, and a terrible late-morning attitude. And that’s the exact reason why you loudly let out a stifled grumble as you flipped off the covers that once encased your legs, and immediately stomped down to your garage.

Entering the cold, barren, unfinished walls of your garage, you scan onto the exact sight you expected to see. 6 figures scattered all over the place. Three plopped onto the couch, Mark and Jeno tuning their various guitars and basses, as your little brother, Jisung, watches them with full intent swelling from his eyes. You glance to the left, meeting the eyes of an overly excited Chenle, waving both his hands as he screams your name and an apologetic Jaemin, clutching onto his drum symbol, indicating that he’s genuinely sorry for all the volume. You didn’t however, know if the drummer was referring to the band as a whole, or the pianist beside him.

Your eyes scan further as you finally link them with the vocalist of this garage band, Donghyuck, an irked expression painting across his face. You watch his eyes roll to the top of his head, utter disgust oozing out of him the second you trot down the few sets of steps, heading over to sit with your brother and his bandmates. Although, you never saw his purely bothered face, since you’ve learned to just ignore him.

The fact that he hated you was always head-scratcher for both you and the rest of his band. His little mutter of anger towards you, the grumbles of annoyance whenever you walk into a room, it never made sense to you. It’s not like he was jealous of you, he couldn’t have been. Sure you were part of the city’s greatest youth choir, a choir that, to your dismay, was terminated just last year--but it shouldn’t affect him, he’s the face of his own band after all.

Or maybe that’s why he always looked at you with the cold eyes of someone who wanted to slit your throat. The fact that he had a team of his own, a backbone to lean onto, complete with their own published singles and high chances at stardom. Maybe he wanted to taunt you with it, laugh in your face with the members of his band. Pin you down, the words “look at me now” spat onto your embarrassing figure. Maybe he wanted to prove his worth, or he’s already concluded that you weren’t worthy enough for him.

While your mind wandered off into overthinking land, a certain, turmoil filled body, sauntered over to the very couch you sat on, shadowing you from the lonely light bulb that shined all its might around the inner walls of your crowded garage.

“Well, well, well, the infamous Park Y/N finally awoke from her terribly long slumber.” Donghyuck held a hand to his hip, judging you for the sleep clothes you didn’t bother to change out of. “Now tell me, why did the gremlin run out of her little cave to come here? We’ve got work to do here, you know” The passive-aggressive vocalist crosses his arms, earning miffed groans from the boys and a stellar eye roll from you.

“Piss off, Hyuck, Y/N’s my sister, stop insulting her like that or you guys won’t have anywhere to practice,” Jisung spoke up, a section of your heartwarming just a tiny bit at your little brother’s defensive words. As you shot a gracious smile at your only family in the room, a stifled chuckle escaped from your left.

“And we wouldn't wanna switch practice places, now would we?” Mark challenged, Donghyuck immediately growing mute as his elder shot him a knowing, sly smirk. You overlooked it, however, as you shot up, faces just inches away from his.

“You’re right, Donghyuck, you do have work to do!” you jabbed at his chest with a single finger “You need to learn how to stop being such a nuisance to everyone you meet!”

Taking a step back, Donghyuck sent you a sinister grin. “I’m sorry sweetie, but ‘Donghyuck’ is only reserved for close family and friends, so it’s ‘Haechan’ to you.”

“I’d rather die than ever be close with you”

“Go for it, baby. No one would miss you”

“Neither of you ever know when to quit it, huh” The spare door right from the garage bounced open, and a furious, brunette boy emerged from the once empty door frame. “Both of you, seriously, shut up sometime? I got good news for us and I don’t want this embarrassing conversation ruining it”

“Renjun!” Chenle beams with joy as the exhausted figure hustles forward, a laptop in hand, before squeezing into the couch, in between you and your brother. You and Donghyuck mutter under your breaths as you retire to your former spots within the garage floor while Renjun, sensing your discrete actions, grumbles in defeat as he whips open his laptop.

“I got in contact with this studio, SM, they said they like your guy’s stuff” Renjun continued, not sparing anyone glances as they jolted in a positive surprise. “You guys might even get a single”

As the members with instruments encased in their hands jump in pure joy, Renjun quickly turns his attention to you. “...But you guys need a girl to sing with you, that's their one condition”

As if on cue, everyone’s (minus Donghyuck) heads whips to your overtly shaken figure, hands tucking in between your legs, and sweat beginning to pool from the top of your forehead, pupils shivering in fear, you barely even dared to continue Renjun’s sentence.

“...You’re not really saying that--”

“Please sing with Hyuck, Y/N!” Chenle, definitely the most spontaneous one in the group, rushed to kneel in front of you, has clasped together in a praying formation. “Your voice is amazing!”

Your heart couldn’t help but feel a little light once the orange-haired boy uttered those words, the same way Donghyuck couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief. And your heart couldn’t help shatter once you uttered your following reply.

“No”

…

Despite evading the room the minute every band member chased you around with pleading eyes, you couldn’t help but be filled to the brim with guilt, strings of your disgrace spilling out and binding you to the pavement as you sulking continue your way towards the bank’s clear glass doors. It was Saturday, and by definition, errand day. A day you truly dreaded for its repetitive manor, complexity, and most definitely the mundaneness of it all. Lifelessly stopping at the counter of the bank, just to visit the supermarket moments after. It was a necessity, of course. But there was never an errand day that you didn’t greet with a wholehearted scowl every morning.

Errand day, something you knew would happen, much to your dismay. And everything would’ve stayed the same, if it weren’t for the overly confident, egoistic, and prideful figure with the voice of an angel, panting in exhaustion as he tugs harshly onto your jacket sleeve. And if you were being completely honest, a sparkle of joy pooped through you after seeing this main vocalist dishevelled.

“Park--wait up--fuck” Donghyuck spat through, hands gripping his thighs in a failed attempt to straighten his figure. Rouch exhales escaping his lungs when he finally succeeded in fixing his posture. Your eyebrows knit together as he neglected to drop your wrist out of his grasp. If any stranger were to mistakenly glance at the two of you right that second, it would look like the climax of those Korean romance dramas your mother loved so much. You didn’t give him a slim chance to continue his probably useless tangent as you tilt your head to the side in annoyance.

“If you came all the way here just to throw another insult at me, then you can save it!” You snap. Swatting your hand away from his surprisingly strong clutch. A clutch even he seemed to forget he held so tightly. “I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Park, just listen to me”

“I’m busy, Donghyuck”

The now angry idol-wannabe huffed a loud sigh, as he forced a hand between you and the glass doors, loudly calling out to your freedom. The freedom you couldn’t grasp at, not with the peculiarly toned forearm clasped onto the door handle, rendering you unable to move. You swear, you saw this exact scene plastered onto the t.v. just last week.

“Sing with me, Y/N”

Was he kidding?

The vocalist stared at you with full intent and the most earnestness you’ve ever seen in someone, as he fully rejected the staring strangers from inside the bank, the bank you wanted nothing more than to be inside right now. “For the single, sing with me”

He sounded so forced, yet so nonchalant, it almost sounded attractive, if it weren’t for the literal flare burning through his pupils. You simply crossed your arms, the bank audience swiftly minding their own business, not wanting to witness what they thought was a couple seconds before a break-up.

“They got you on this, too, huh? How much did they pay you to say that?” Donghyuck quickly retorted, shooting you a stare that only said “I’m serious, Y/N” straight to your face.

“Well, whatever” you continued, eyes stuck to the gravel before you. “Why chose me, anyway?”

“Um” eyes traveling to the sky, praying they wouldn't come in contact with yours. “Well..”

All 7 boys, scattered across the garage floor, winced as you slammed the secluded door shut, not baring to watch you dash away in utter fear. Every band member let out their share of aggravated sighs and grumbles, a worried Chenle fast pacing around the pattern carpet that laid below them. All while Renjun, and an equally worried Jisung massage their temples in an effort to calm down their nerves.

“I’M SORRY GUYS I WAS THE REASON SHE LEFT I SCARED HER OFF AND I--” a panicked pianist was shaken in the hands of the band’s drummer as he set him down, placing Chenle on the couch, snuggled in between the their guitarist and bassist.

“You didn’t scare her off, Chenle, she’s just a wuss” Donghyuck tapped his foot in a comical effort to look as equally annoyed as the other members. Yet deep down, both he, and the rest of the boys behind him, knew he hated watching her leave for another, unsuspecting reason.

“You can drop the act, Hyuck, she's gone.” Renjun clicked away at his laptop keys. “Stop pretending you hate her already, you suck at acting”. A giggling Jisung loosens up on the couch, legs crossed in a comfortable t-formation as he turns to Donghyuck.

“Yeah, Hyuck, just tell her you like her, already. My sister could really use a boyfriend” Jisung was more than lucky that Donghyuck dropped that heavy mic cord to the ground just moments prior, or else he would’ve gotten a concussion right that instant.

“Shut it, Jisung” He snapped, concealing the true fact that he was nothing but ecstatic to hear the news.

Donghyuck didn’t know what led him to practically spit on your face the minute he first met you, despite his automatic admiration for your voice, a voice that felt like honey to his ears. He never knew why he acted so cocky, so immature around your presence. Was it because you were part of the city’s most esteemed youth choir of its decade? Was it your bubbling, harmless personality that he always felt the need to brutally tarnish. He could never tell. But when your soft voice was replaced with harsh insults made to rebuttal his, the vocalist’s heart couldn’t help but snap in half.

“OH, I KNOW! Chenle jumped up from his sulking position on the couch, gaining the attention of the two guitarists beside, along with a inner-monologuing Donghyuck. “Let’s get Hyuck to ask her!”

Heads whipped towards the orange-haired boy’s idea as he continued his radical idea. “Think about it, Hyuck was the only one who didn’t ask her yet, and if she knows that the whole group wants her in then she might say yes!” Various members of this esteemed ‘neighborhood garage band’ began to nod their heads in agreement. Everyone except Donghyuck, of course.

“And…” Jeno wiggled his eyebrows, cocking them at the now flustered face of the band. “Hyuck can spend some more time with Y/N”

Donghyuck already knew that this was their ulterior motive all along, but hearing it out loud just threw pity at his heart. But his own friends didn’t even give him a chance to argue, as he felt the palms of Mark and Renjun force him out of the same door you escaped from. Yet he couldn’t feel his feet change directions, because deep down inside, Jeno was right. He did wanna spend more time with you. God he was such an idiot.

Of course, Donghyuck couldn’t tell her all that. Sure, he was an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid, he knew that much. That was why his reply to your question was, nothing close to stellar.

“Your voice is...ok, alright? And you’re like the only girl we know around here so… just take it ok? And take the compliment, too, it's the only time you'll ever get one of those” his words wandered off as you let out a sigh, the corner of your eye telling you that, judging by the whole new set of customers lined up at the bank counter, you’re kdrama-esk stay in front of the glass doors lasted longers than you had desired. Looking up, locking your eyes with his, you sigh once more.

“Fine, just so you can shut up.”

...

You swear, you were just one tier behind a professional singer, but all this singing equipment and technology trapped in a room equally confusing, all of it made you nothing but a nervous wreck. It didn’t even matter that you’ve already stayed in that room for 4 hours straight, everything still sent strong shivers up your spine.

Donghyuck, on the other hand, looked unsurprisingly calm, of course. He's gone through this exact same process countless times before. Singing your heart out, just to let it get tweaked, tuned, shuffled in a different state, never enjoyed a voice in it’s originality. You never really understood it, hence why loitered in the corner of the glass room, shaking like a wet mammal emerging from the cold water.

You were just baffled that Donghyuck hasn’t said anything to you about it, anything at all, actually. The 8 of you drove to the rented recording room with a pair of cars earlier that morning, the heavy instruments hauling together in one vehicle, while your 7 figures squeezed into another. You already knit your eyebrows at the mere fact that Donghyuck took his cramped seat right next to yours, no one taking a grain of notice. Who would know just how weird it would get the minute your shoe’s clicked against the driveway pavement.

4 Hours in, with Jisung sound asleep on your lap, other members sprawled across the couch provided, and an unusually calm Donghyuck uttered out his last lines in that milky voice of his. You’ve already taken your turn, only remembering how easily distracted you got by Donghyuck and the admiration glittering in his eyes. Eyes that strongly contradicted the tone of his voice just moments prior.

You find your eyes glued to the vocalist trapped in the glass room that always stumped you, the vocalist that, starting today, would confuse you more than any recording room could. His composed pupils linking with your skittish ones. You thought back to the car ride, his breath hitched as he planted his vision on the trees and buildings passing by. How he barely spared you a glance, let alone a cheap insult. Was he finally done through with it? Has he finally grown past the phase of finding simple fat jokes funny? Your mind wandered, and you wish you wandered a little bit more so you wouldn’t have noticed the pink tint creeping onto his cheeks as he closed the door to the recording room, his eyes still planted onto yours.

“Thank you very much, sir.” Renjun shook the hand of the man behind the recording stand, other members of the band following his lead as you shook Jisung awake. But everything you touched, you did so halfheartedly, as the thought of a certain prideful vocalist couldn’t escape your mind.

Huh, that was weird.

...

It was Saturday again, the clashes of symbols and guitar strings wrapped up in a melodic harmony ringing into your ears as you woke up. It was Saturday again, and that Donghyuck kid hadn’t left your mind for a week. Too many questions passed through your mind, you didn’t have the motivation to scream for joy the moment Renjun burst through the door, showing the band the email. An email that was practically lined in gold for the other viewers, and email giving them directions to a small coffee shop across town, and approval for an upcoming gig.

“Let’s celebrate!” Mark howled, earning other loud screams from their designated dolphin boy as the 6 of you immediately grabbed your coats and headed to the nearest building that served purely mediocre fast-food.

“Save some for us!” Jisung, chanted through the garage door, both him and Chenle dreading the table behind them that overflowed with unfinished highschool homework and completely finished bags of chips.

6 milkshakes and 6 stuffed stomachs later, the garage band sat around you, giggling at what you thought was the email you ate out for, as you shuffled away to the washroom. But as Donghyuck would put it, “You’re always wrong, Y/N!”.

“What am I gonna do?” Donghyuck gripped the strands of hair residing at his front scalp. “I almost blew my cover back in the recording room!”

As if on cue, Donghyuck’s seemingly useless remark earned a groan from the rest of the band mates, and especially the band manager, digging his fingertips onto his temples, giving him the much overdue head massage he needed due to Hyuck’s stupidity.

“You could, I dunno, tell her the truth?” Jaemin sipped from his remaining milkshake, receiving that infamous empty- straw crinkling sound just seconds later. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, right Jeno?” The bassist only nodded silently, earning a pleading groan from the vocalist in question.

“Hey man, we’re already helping you and everything, poor Sungie’s gotta deal with our bullshit in his house every week just so you could get a chance with her. We don’t have any other reason to practice there, you know.” Mark stirred the striped straw. “Even Renjun, Y/N”s bestfriend in highschool, mind you, became the manager to our dumb garage band just to help your odds”

Donghyuck stared into the popping bubbles of his pink milkshake, his guilt mirroring the bubble’s movements. He knew about Jisung, your little brother, but he never even thought about Renjun. All his friends, trying harder than he was, all to not get cock-blocked. God, how stupid was he.

Apparently, he was stupid enough to forget you even left the table for a bathroom visit, as he almost spat out the last of his milkshake as he watched you emerged from the dim-lit room. Earning giggles from the other boys.

...

You missed singing, you really did. The memories you cherished singing alongside the 30 vocalists, awaiting the audience’s standing ovation, you craved for more than anything. Sure, it sounded a little too self loving for your liking, but anyone could agree that you guys deserved. That’s why, when the Harmonics Youth Choir finally shut down due to an untimely accident, it surely left a broad hole in your heart.

Especially now, right after feeling the thrill once again at the recording room, the sensation of letting out notes and melodies gripping onto your heart, never letting go as you sent in the application email. This wasn’t all your idea, though. This scheme was given to you in a fully wrapped package of taunting and disbelief of your true abilities, and handed to you by no one else but the egotistical vocalist, Donghyuck.

“I heard there was an opening for this new choir downtown” Donghyuck clicked away at his laptop as he took his break at their weekly practice. The phrase ‘new choir’ caught your attention faster than a fly to the scent of rotten food. You shuffled towards him, reluctant and half expecting for him to revolt at your presence. But you truly didn’t care when the chance to shine under the spotlight of a stage was upon you once again, and you would rather die than miss the chance to grasp it.

“They look pretty serious, though” Donghyuck scrolled through the choir’s website nonchalantly, angling the screen so you could get a better view. “I don’t think you’d fit in at all” You knew he was kidding, partially at least. Nevertheless, an arrow of hurt shot through your chest as you stood up, spine straightening with the smallest ounce of pride left in you.

“Are you even hearing yourself, Donghyuck?” You jabbed your own chest, concealing your genuine hurt. “I was a member of Harmonics, I’d fit right in!”

“Uh huh, yeah, what happened to your esteemed choir, again?” he didn’t even spare you a glance as he exited out of the choir’s website Opening another window filled with gruesome battles and skimpy female armour, he proceeded to ignore your defensive figure, keeping all his attention on that dumb video game. You, however, couldn’t care where his attention was facing, as you had a point to make, and an argument to win.

“You’ll see, Donghyuck, I’ll make that choir, and you’ll be the first to see it. In fact, you should watch the audition, then you’ll see how great I am!”

Donghyuck couldn’t help but recite the words ‘you’re already the best’ over and over again in his head. He didn’t have any other choice, really. He couldn’t say it out loud, of course, he was too prideful for that. Or maybe too much of a coward. He couldn’t tell.

“Whatever, I’ll watch just to prove you wrong, Park” Of course he couldn’t say no. He truly was a coward.

You didn’t even notice the proud, stunned expressions that coated the rest of the band member’s faces as you trotted upstairs, ready to write another, responsive email to a certain choir company.

...

A tired, fatigued Donghyuck rang your doorbell two days after your last interaction. Despite his reluctant character during then, he still, to your surprise, offered to give you a ride, knowing full well of your father’s disappearance to another city in the name of his job. After an awkward, silent, 30 minute hell of a car ride, the two of you threw his car doors shut, and entered the grand church building.

You stood in the middle of the rented church stage, various chandeliers and crystals covering your view, as you faced the three judges of this audition. The three obstacles left in your road to stardom, and the three obstacles blocking you from your chance to prove yourself right.

“Miss Park Y/N, Auditioning for the part of Alto” The somber toned middle seated judge read straight off of the application sheet, before barely glancing up at you. “You may start whenever you’re ready.” You closed your eyes, softly beginning to hum the words of Donghyuck’s single. It only made sense to choose what you chose, it was the song that gave your heart the inspiration to impulsively act on it’s dreams.

Donghyuck’s world stopped as he sat in his lonesome three rows before the judges, the single frame of you singing staying frozen in his mind. Your voice felt like honey trickling into his ears, as he sat in awe, not bothering to keep that fake scoffing expression on his face. He felt weak to the knees. Your voice, your appeal, everything, it all made him almost want to drop the act and tell you the truth.

But you could only handle one earth shattering truth at a time, right?

The middle judge raised her hand up, signally a stop just after a couple of lyrics spilled out of your lips. The two judges coupling her sides all kept their cold expressions as you trembled in fear. You anticipated their impending responses, although, deep down, you already knew exactly what they were going to say.

“That’s enough, Miss Park”

“Wait, I can--”

“That won’t be necessary. Now, can you please step off the stage? The next contestant is waiting” The left judge uttered effortlessly, not sparing a glance at you as you stalked backstage. Donghyuck roughly followed you, jolting the plastic table the three judges hid behind, before shooting those judges a very irritated glare.

“Please assure your girlfriend to not take this personally, it was a tough decision”

“Bullshit, you didn’t even listen to the full thing” Donghyuck spat, earning the wide eyes of the three judges who sat below him. He didn’t even care what their response was as he spurt towards the doors, the doors you had already burst out of with pure rage.

Donghyuck cursed at himself for feeling just the slightest bit giddy at the judges assuming those two were closer than friends. He scanned you through the car window, a flame burning in your eyes. You two clearly need to reach the level of “friends” first.

The rest of the drive was silent, or at least restrained, as your huffs and puffs of anger could be heard from Donghyuck’s side of the vehicle easily. You would rather die than look at him right then. You were surprised that he hasn’t laughed right at your face yet. But whether he hurls another one of those prideful scoffs at your direction or not, one fact still remains, he was right. You’ve stayed out of touch with the whole concept of singing, that the only thing keeping you sane were the lyrics of a single written by the vocalist with a grudge against you. How pitiful were you?

And to think, you truly began to believe that this demon, this evildoer, began to have feelings for you through a simple set of flushed cheeks. All those times he stained your mind, none of that mattered. All Donghyuck wanted was for you to fall to the ground, pride and ego brutally shattered. That was why he brought that stuck up, cold-shouldered choir. Just to watch you get rejected. And it worked. You were bruised, broken forever,and it was all thanks to him.

“I hope you’re happy Donghyuck. You were right” You murmured just loud enough for his ears to perk. You couldn’t see his expression, but you were sure he was a smirking, evil mess.

Donghyuck watched you swiftly pass him, his sulking eyes defying your assumption once again.

...

The neighborhood garage band’s practice room fell into a tense silence as you slammed the garage door shut, stomping up to your room. Everyone’s eyes, despite already becoming aware of the situation, still mirrored the ones of innocent puppies ready to be adopted. Except for Hyuck’s, of course. His overflowed with guilt, burning up with an anger that could only be pointed towards himself. Donghyuck fell into the cushions that decorated the couch, earning pats and shoulder rubs that were laced with empathy, empathy that he couldn’t reciprocate. His palms ruffled the strands of his hair, gripping onto them in stress as Renjun scooted towards him.

“Don’t blame yourself, Hyuck, she just really missed singing” Renjun angled himself to face the remorse-filled vocalist. “Anyone would, with that choir”

Donghyuck let out a heartfelt whine, his back-scalp collapsing onto the couch backframe. “I got her all excited about singing again, I couldn’t help it. I kinda got excited for her, too. How was I supposed to know they’d be so picky with their contestants!” Hyuck rose to his feet, bewilderment rising through his veins. “Their rejection’s all bullshit, anyways! Her voice is amazing!”

“Then tell her” Jisung twiddled his fingers, not even sparing the distressed vocalist a glance “Tell her that her voice is amazing, tell her all the compliments you want to”

“You know I can’t do that, Sungie”

“Why?” A certain flame echoed in his booming voice, starling the already traumatized older band members. “Is it ‘cause you're a coward? It sounds like it! How else do you think it was gonna turn out? Pretending to hate the person you’ve loved since highschool, of course she’s gonna hate you back! Now you better clean this shit up, and I don’t just mean this dumb audition. My sister’s amazing, ok? And she doesn’t fucking deserve this.”

Jisung, with a fury of his own, stalked into his own home and away from the band members that resided in his garage. Mark, the band’s leader, took it upon himself to call for the two Park siblings that escaped his grasp, praying they would come back, but it was no use. Donghyuck truly felt like an idiot, and a coward.

Your pillowcase felt damp as you lightly pressed your cheek against your newly shed tears. Everything seemed...useless now. Your sulking figure couldn't lift itself from the cozyness of your plump mattress, string of sorrow binding your limbs tightly against the bed’s fabric. You laid still, your world turning to stone as you tuned in to the quiet chirps perched onto the roof just below your window. The tiny squawks sent you into a calm abyss, one that you haven’t visited in a while. With all this song recording and impulsive acting, everything grew hectic, never giving you a chance to breathe.

You didn’t know how your consciousness was able to do it, but Donghyuck still stayed trapped in your mind the whole time.

You were definitely brimming with anger when you thought of him, but the thought of his smile, even if you only saw it after one of his smug insults, still stained your mind. And you hated it. And that was why your expression was nothing less than relieved when it was just your little brother who peeped through the small crack your door created after his knuckles clicked against it in a soft knock.

A soft smile wiped across his face, his eyes painted with a calm appeal, as he shuffled into your room, friction from the carpet swiping against his cotton socks. With a tilt of his your little brother simply suggested.

“Milkshakes?”

...

“I don’t care, Jisung, I’m not gonna sing with them at the concert” Your eyes watched the various cars pass by in a blur, trying desperately to avoid contacting the pleading pupils of your brother. You trusted him, the blade of betrayal impaling your heart. You whole-heartedly believed that Jisung invited you to this milkshake bar to free your mind, get rid of all the thoughts about those 6 boys that roamed freely within the inner workings of your garage. Instead, he simply induced your brain with more thoughts of him, luring you in with the taste of a strawberry milkshake.

“C’mon Y/N, It’s gonna be a small gig, the venue maxes out at 50 people.” Jisung gave his weight to the surface of the fast food table, gripping his ice cold glass with his fingers that were dipped in anticipation. You sunk into the lush, red

seats, finally sparing your brother a glance.

“What are you gonna gain from this, anyways, it’s not like you're in the band anymore, anyways.”

Shit. You followed Jisung’s hairbangs as they dropped before his eyes, most likely concealing his growing hurt for the words that effortlessly flowed through your careless mouth. Why would you say something that stupid, when you knew full well of the complicated truth. The truth of your brother's resignation of the band due to a harsh wrist injury. All Jisung wanted was the satisfaction of growing old and succeeding with his garage band, but when the rookie drummer finally grew fixed of his wrist damage, the first thing he saw was his supposed drum-kit, standing before the new addition to the band, Jaemin. Although the old and new drummers came to converse on friendly terms, you knew your brother more than anyone else, and you knew he would never get over his replacement so quickly.

“It’s fine, Y/N, it’s not ‘cause of that” He vigorously waved his two hands in an effort to change the subject. “We just wanna hear your voice again, that’s all” His calm voice sent you away from your current state of overthinking, as you took another sip of your pink tinted milkshake. Although his choice of words led you to ponder a little more.

“We?”

“Yeah! Hyuck especially. Mans literally gets weak to the knees when he hears your voice. He loves it so much, you don’t even know, Y/N. But not as much as he loves you lmao--wait-”

The straw fell limp from Jisungs lips, the whites of his eyes spilling out of their sockets as he finally pondered just how much he messed up. It’s funny actually, how quick he caught his mistake AFTER he made it.

You swear, you could’ve exploded right then and there.

“Hyuck--he--what?” A sentence couldn’t even form in between your quivering lips. “You’re kidding right? Sungie? Please tell me this is a joke”

Jisung could feel the ember of his existence about to extinguish as you used that Nickname on him. A nickname that only escaped your mouth when you were either terribly angry or terribly drunk. Jisung swiftly closed his eyes, praying that there was at least an ounce of alcohol in that milkshake of yours, you were a lightweight afterall.

“I--er--no” Jisung’s head downcasted, attempting to hide from your incoming wrath. “Donghyuck likes you, a lot actually”

If it weren’t for the fact that he was your brother, you would’ve spat on his face with the remaining milkshake in your mouth, unable to be swallowed as you sat in pure shock.

“How long?”

“...Since highschool, actually”

The glass mug encased between your fingers shivered in fear. After all this time, all the taunting, all the times he scoffed at your mere existence, that was all from…affection? It was all an act towards grabbing your attention? He didn’t actually despise you? And on top of that, he loves your voice, the voice he only labelled as “ok” in the past? What was with him, couldn’t he had just said something, instead of saying the complete opposite of his feelings?

But apparently, you found that attractive, and everything else clicked. A lightbulb finally glowed a bright amber as you connected the dots. You finally figured out why this prideful vocalist couldn’t escape your thoughts all this time.

As your little brother, shaking in fear by your--apparently menacing-- presence, continues his tangent on how letting them stay at their garage even after his untimely injury was just a ruse to get the two of you together, you shoot up from your seat.

“Oh my god, Jisung, I think I like him back”

“Excuse me, what”

A sense of urgency shot down your spine. “Change of plans, I’m gonna sing with them.”

“WAIT”

“THANKS FOR THE MILKSHAKES, JISUNG, I GOTTA GO TAKE CARE OF SOMETHING” your voice violently hurled through the glass doors of the milkshake place as you ran past them, alerting the commoners that innocently roamed around.

...

“It looks so full” a stifled Chenle murmured towards the band manager as he gripped onto the stage curtains. “God, ok, is it hot in here or just me?”

“It’s fine, Chenle, everyone else is nervous too” A calming Renjun sent a soft hand onto the cusp of the pianist’s shoulder. The rest of the band loitered around the cramped stage rear, the echoes of various audience chatter ringing in everyone’s ears as they shiver in anticipation. Well, everyone except a certain sulking vocalist perched rather uncomfortably on the wooden make-up chair.

Donghyuck’s heart felt numb to everything else but the brutal beatings of guilt. The issue only arose just hours prior, of course the regret still lingered, staining his once proud, upright soul. Jisung was right, he always had been. He should’ve let go of this stupid act when he got the chance. He should’ve taken your hand in his, letting a soft kiss from his lips fall onto your dazed face after nervously stammering sweet nothings to you. He should’ve sprinkled you with compliments every chance he got, showed his pure excitement when you do something as simple as enter the room, or even chant your name half as animated as his pianist always did. The thought of your name trickled into his head. The name that he refused to refer to you as, always going for the rough tone of “Park” instead. All in the name of that dumb ruse, truly used to prank his heart.

“Y/N” He let out a soft murmur under his breath. It felt sweet against his lips. “Y/N.” He scoffed at himself. Maybe it was a good thing you decided not to sing with him, you wouldn’t get to see how pathetic he’s become.

“Y/N?” Renjun’s yelp at your disheveled figure standing at the door, drove Donghyuck straight to reality. His head whipped in response, the wooden chair collapsing under the sheer weight of Hyuck’s speechlessness as his sitting figure fell straight to the ground. Renjun stammered out another shaken response. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry Junnie, I’ve changed my mind. Can I still sing with you guys tonight?” You could practically see the heavenly wings raising his once lifeless body as the rest of the band members produced luminescence from their beaming smiles. A riled up Renjun scrambles towards your feet, slamming a hand to your shoulder. “OF COURSE YOU CAN Y/N NOW GET OVER HERE WHAT THE FUCK.” After being vigorously yanked into the dressing room by your highschool best friend, you migrate over to the still-faced, wide-eyed vocalist laying frozen against the tile floor.

“Donghyuck I need to--”

“Curtains up at 5, get into your positions” A man donning a large black headphone set, gripping a brown noteboard in his hands yells in a robotonus tone before shooting a deadpan look at you. “You there, are you with the band?”

“Uh, yes?”

“Then get into position! Can someone get this girl a mic?” he croaked into his headset’s mic, with a mic falling into your hands just moments later.

Amidst all this chaos, with Renjun pacing back and forth, Mark and Jeno simultaneously tuning their guitars, Jaemin dropping his drumsticks onto the ground, and Chenle loudly greeting a sweaty and panting Jisung resting against the doorframe. You tilt your head, never noticing how your brother followed you over here after you burst through those doors at the milkshake place. Before you could greet him, however, a tight grip landed straight onto your forearm.

“Y/N, wait--” before Donghyuck could even grab your attention. The lights on the other side of those maroon curtains finally dimmed.

“We’re on in 10 seconds” a robotic voice bombed through the band's now trembling figures. They stood before the closed set of curtains, anticipation riling through them.

“Now, please give a warm welcome to the neighborhood garage band; NCT DREAM!!”

The curtains fell into each other smoothly as what seemed to be a million faces staring back at them. A blinding spotlight shined onto the 6 figures ready in their positions. Spilling a lifetime’s worth of confused feelings would have to wait for now.

...

“You guys were amazing!” Renjun and Jisung practically said in unison as they watched the stage performers saunter backstage, Jeno pushing the maroon curtains back as your 6 figures retired back into the coffee house’s dressing room. Sweat dripping down your foreheads as you panted away the shockwaves that traveled through your bodies through the duration of that evening concert. As everyone else let down their instruments and settled down in various places of the cramped prep room, a certain vocalist began to stalk in your direction.

You studied Donghyuck’s image. His eyes glowed with determination, the disgust and repulsion that stained his expressions, and that were apparently all fake, weren’t found beneath the whites of his eyes, unlike before. They looked blank, like he was simply being pulled to you by sheer force. Like you were a captivating magnet, and he was just a mere, insignificant paper clip, ready at your disposal.

Donghyuck, on the other hand, wasn’t just a blank minded zombie lusting for its next meal. Something awoke in him, like a switch hidden behind cobwebs everyone reluctant to switch it on. Exhilaration zooming through his veins, nothing else mattered to him. Nothing else except your cute face trapped snuggly in his two, sweat filled, shaking palms.

The vocalist did think about at least consoling you about the question you had for him before what could only be considered as their best concert, like, ever, but your innocent, curious face had him melting to his feet. His composure flew away the minute you stared back at him, eyes glossy and cheeks as rosy. Sure, he was an idiot, but he was an impulsive idiot, and right now, that helped his odds more than anything.

Roughly, due to the immense amount of feelings bottled up in the weakest material you can think of, Donghyuck cupped the sides of your face, smushing your lips together in an ecstatic kiss. Gripping onto each other like your lives depended on never letting go--although, at the time, it felt like exactly that--you pulled him closer, chests against one another as you tugged on his loose shirt collar.

As Hyuck’s stomach began performing flips just below the fabric of his shirt, and as your knees grew weaker, the two of you slowly detached, earning the gasps and full on screams from their fellow bandmates, the bandmates that they simultaneously forgot existed, and the bandmates who estatically witnessed a very much anticipated kiss. The two of you, too scared to look down at the couch, set at the perfect angle to watch your most recent romantic endeavour, finally glanced down at the wide eyed spectators, all at the edge of their seat waiting to see what will happen next.

“What are you guys waiting for?? CONFESS” The finally stress-free manager jumped up to his feet, a demanding index finger pointed at your flustered figures. The giddy pianist followed Renjun, his whole arm shot out in front of you. “OR BETTER YET??? KISS AGAI--” Chenle’s words were quickly disrupted by the swiftness of Jaemin’s hand as he nodded silently, giving you a signal to talk again.

Donghyuck found his breath hitched as you turned to face you. He put all of his effort into kissing you, so he kinda forgot about what to do after. But after observing your calm, not wanting to beat him up, soft expression that glowed onto your face, alongside those pink tainted cheeks, he figured out that, well, you already kinda knew.

“...heh, hey?” Donghyuck picked onto the skin on his wrists, waiting for them to grow red from the pain. Cringing from the awkward tone of his voice, you spoke up.

“I know, Hyuck”

“Wait what”

You shot him a slightly aggravated glare at his ignorance. Did he not just experience that same kiss you did?

“You’re just that bad at acting, Hyuck” Jisung croaked behind this highschool drama confession. Donghyuck most definitely would’ve given your little brother the greatest jab straight to the head, if it weren’t for your angelic smile presented before him.

“I like you too, Donghyuck. Unless, I’m not close enough to call you that” Donghyuck chuckles to himself, remembering that very interaction back at your garage just weeks prior. Swiftly, his hands drop to your waist, his eyes locked with yours as he pulls you closer to his chest.

“Yeah, you need to get a lot closer” The two of you exchange giggles while your supposed judges fake puke and groan at their vocalist’s flirtatious words. The two of you stay comfortably, his hands softly lounging around your waist as you stay snuggled against his chest. The silence washing over you as your face grows sober.

“Why’d you lie about it?” you distance yourself, just get a view of his face, glistening in the backstage spotlight. A sigh escapes his lips as he glances towards the sky.

“I dunno, I was dumb, jealous of your talent, dumb, desperate for attention, did I mention dumb?” he flew off into a meaningless tangent, his fingers gripped onto the fabric of your shirt. “I was an idiot, Y/N, I thought this was just some stupid crush, but you’re so much more. God, and I probably hurt you so much during that whole dumb thing, didn’t I?”

“It’s fine, your insults are pretty weak, anyways”

“Oh wow, ok, I see how it is”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding”

The vocalist glanced down to his feet, his eyes reaching back to you right after. “Can we, ya know, start over?”

You plant a feathery kiss against his cheek, summoning the red hue that stayed for the rest of the night. “Of course, Hyuckie”

...

“Miss Park Y/N, I am afraid you have to leave, as you are the cause of the main cause of our vocalist’s distraction.” Renjun stated in a deadpan, robotic tone. An arm, raised and pointing to the direction of the door while his foot rapidly tapped against the carpet. Sometimes, you couldn’t tell if the manager was messing with you or 100% serious with his supposed rage.

“I live here, Renjun” you subtly snapped back as Hyuck, who was perched on top of your lap for the most peculiar reason, snaked his arms around your waist. According to your vocalist boyfriend, he got to sit on your lap cause he was ‘more famous than you’. That dummy.

“I’m taking a break, Junnie, go bug Jeno or something. I’m busy with, um” He scans the figure trapped underneath his grasp as Hyuck continues to formulate his poorly thought-out excuse to spend more time with you. “Vocal exercises, yeah, that.” A disapproving sigh slips out of Renjun’s lips, heading over to the guitar and bassist duo. Once the two of you were alone, Donghyuck’s eyes once again fell onto you.

“How’d you find out about my feelings, anyways? I refuse to believe my acting was THAT bad.” His head slithered into the crook of your neck.

“If I’m being completely honest, It was Jisung”

Donghyuck shot up, mic wires and lyric sheets falling to the ground of your garage. “WHAT?”

“Yeah, he went off, exposing you so much. He didn’t even realise it until after he said everything lmao”

“Hey guys I brought snacks” Jisung slipped through the garage door, bags of chips in his hand. Hyuck sent your brother a narrow glare. “You’re a dead man, Park Jisung.”

You watched Hyuck as he sent himself flying towards the not-so innocent boy, the various chips dropping to the ground. Your brother did kinda deserve it though. You glanced at the ripped up calendar on the wall of the barren garage, your eyes landing on the little Saturday square. You smiled to yourself. Usually, you hated Saturdays, for their errands and boring chores, But this one in particular, seemed to be alright.

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One And The Same

Chapter 9, pt2

So, I decided to cut it up into three parts, but part 3 will be up tonight. This part is basic fluff build up to even bigger fluff. You have to go through cringe Steve to get to the fluff, but still. It’s there. I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, murder, swearing, arguing, torture, shitty writing...I think that’s all? I kept it relatively short.

Word Count: 2382

I do not consent to have my works/stories posted anywhere else.

Something was definitely going on between Bucky and Steve, and Anna couldn’t figure out what it was. They had been fine yesterday, but now? They kept cutting their eyes at each other.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on between you and Bucky, or should I guess?”

“Everything is fine, babe. We just need talk about some things.” Steve sighed, leaning back in his office chair. “What are you doing here? Don’t you usually have lunch with Nat?”

“I do,” she smiled, leaning against his desk “I wanted to know if you wanted to join us.”

“I’d love to, but I have errands to run.”

“Still not gonna tell me?”

“It’s a surprise.” he smiled, standing up and giving her a kiss. “Dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, what do you wanna order?”

“I want to take you out.”

“Steve…no.”

“Why not?”

“Cause the team will see us leaving together. Nick and Tony are days from asking us what’s going on and-”

“We’ll tell the that we’re just friends, because we are. If anything changes, we’ll be the first to let them know.” Steve smiled.

“Steve…I don’t know. Would I have to dress up?”

“Yes.”

“That’s definitely going to draw attention.”

“You draw attention no matter what you wear.” he smirked and she pushed him playfully. “Listen, if you really don’t feel comfortable, we can stay in. However, I’d really like to take you out tonight. Think it over and let me know what you decide. I’ve gotta go.” he smiled, taking her cheeks in his hands and kissing her deeply, before going to walk out of his office.

“You’re still gonna go ahead with the surprise? Why?”

“Cause I have a feeling you’ll say yes.” he smiled before leaving.

Anna did her best to suppress her smile, as she made her way down to Nat’s office, ignoring Sharon’s glare.

“Are you ever gonna tell me what’s going on with you and Steve?” Nat asked, meeting her outside her office, noticing the giant grin she was desperately trying to hide.

“I honestly don’t know. If I did, I’d probably feel at peace for once.” she laughed.

While she didn’t tell Nat about Jared and the attack, Anna did tell her about the rest of her weekend. How well Steve had handled her father, how well he and Amelia got along, the fact the Cindy really liked him, and that he took care of her. How patient and apologetic he was, how he listened and actually cared about what she had to say about her.

“I told you you two would be good together!”

“I don’t know Nat.” Anna groaned, shoving a fry in her mouth “I want to try and give him a fair chance, I really do. So much has happened though. So much. I can’t just look past that.”

“Just give it time, he’s trying now. See how things go and take it from there. Who he was and who he’s becoming are two totally different.”

“Is that necessarily good?”

“He’s a little rough around the edges, but who isn’t?”

“I guess.” Anna sighed, as her phone buzzed. A text from Jules.

‘Hey, sorry for leaving so suddenly, I just needed to get back. I love you so much and I’m sorry if I put you in an awkward position’

‘You didn’t put me in an awkward position…did something happen between you and Bucky?’

‘No, nothing happened. I just wanted to leave before something did. I just needed to get back.’

‘You sure everything is okay?’

‘I promise. I’ll talk to you a little later.’

“Everything okay?”

“I don’t know? Jules is being weird. Did you notice anything weird when she left?”

“Not really, she just said she needed to go after lunch. When I came by the compound, she was gone along with all her stuff. You don’t believe her?”

“Something just feels weird. She’s never lied to me though. Maybe I’m just being weird, which wouldn’t be all that strange.” Anna shrugged.

“You just need to relax, I’m sure everything is going to be just fine.” Nat assured her, finishing up her lunch.

“I hope so, and since Jules isn’t here, you’re gonna have to help me find a dress.” Anna smiled only to receive a groan from Natasha.

“I’m gonna ask you one more fucking time,” Steve growled, tightening his grip on the pliers he clasped around Jared’s pinky “what are your brother’s planning to do with those nuclear arms? They haven’t sold them yet, meaning you all have come up with a new plan!”

“I swear to you Captain Rogers, I don’t know! After the bar incident, we decided on kidnapping Anna, because she would be some sort of leverage and we could negotiate more. The arms deal was put on hold! Once we got more people interested, and got more from the Avengers, we were gonna double the asking price!”

“They helped you plan your attack on Anna? They knew you were gonna rape her?!”

“I decided last minute and they didn’t care as long as I brought her back alive. I wouldn’t have killed her, I-”

Jared didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence before Steve punched him hard in the jaw. “You love her? Is that what you were getting ready to say?! You love her and that’s why you put your hands on her?! Beat her?! Raped her?!” Steve roared.

“Captain, sir, please just let me go and I’ll-I’ll tell them to call the whole thing off.”

“Oh Jared, I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Steve taunted, turning around and grabbing a noose. “You hurt the woman I love and I promised her I would never let you or any of your scumbag brothers hurt or scare her ever again. In short, you’re of no use to me anymore, so I have to kill you now.”

“Captain please! You’re not supposed to murder! Y-you’re supposed to protect and serve!”

“Do I look like a fucking cop to you?” Steve hissed, tightening the noose around his neck. “The old Captain is gone. The new one is here to make sure that justice is served right.” he smiled, before starting to strangle the man. While Jared flailed around, Steve’s phone buzzed.

It was a simple text from Anna saying ‘Dinner tonight would be lovely. Nat’s helping me find a dress now. See you soon :)’ A small smile came to Steve’s face as he heard Jared’s neck snap. He was happy he had followed his gut instinct earlier and reserved the whole restaurant earlier, but he wasn’t happy about having to work faster, but his happiness to spend the night with Anna outweighed everything.

‘See you soon, Doll.’

Steve had just finished shaving off the last bit of his beard, when there was knock on his door. He didn’t even have to wonder who it was. “Come in Buck.” he called from the bathroom.

“You can see your face again, holy shit.” Bucky teased, and Steve smiled a little.

“Yeah, I’m taking her out tonight, figured I should get myself together.” he sighed, briefly going behind his bathroom door to put on his boxers and dress pants “We gotta talk.” he said coming out of the bathroom, trying to pick out a good dress shirt.

“Yeah, we really need to. What’s going on with you, man? Anna is asking me questions…what the hell happened over the weekend?”

“Some asshole attacked her, I watched over her to make sure she was safe, and I got to know her.”

“How did you react when this asshole attacked her?”

“Why?”

“Because she thinks you’re capable of murder, Steve.”

“I’m a soldier, Buck. Of course I’m capable of murder.”

“You know what the fuck I mean, Steve. Did you go too far this time?”

“No, all I’m doing keeping my promise to her. I told her I’d keep her safe and that’s what the hell I’m doing. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“I heard you last night with Jules. How could you do that to Anna? Put her in a position like that? She trusts you!”

“That’s not what it looks like.” Bucky mumbled, suddenly feeling small.

“If I am lying to Anna, I have a good reason. If you knew what happened, and she’ll tell you when she’s ready, you’d do whatever you can to keep her safe too. You’re just lying to her to screw her best friend!” Steve quietly hissed, looking for a suit jacket to wear.

“That’s not true! I love Jules! It’s just complicated right now. She’s going to leave Mark, and we’re going to be together! We’ll tell her after that.”

“What are you telling Anna in the meantime? What is Jules telling her in the meantime?” Steve asked fixing his tie, turning to look at Bucky who just stood there quietly. “She trusts you, Bucky. She cares about you so much and you’re just bullshitting her along for your own personal convenience.” he huffed, putting his shoes on.

“I know that, okay? I can’t say anything cause it’s not just me. You think I don’t want to tell her? You think I like lying to her?”

“I don’t care, Buck. She deserves better from both of you, she’s been through enough shit, and Jules of all people knows that.”

“Yeah? What about you?”

“What about me Buck? I fucking love her and I’m protecting her. I’m going to tell her when she’s ready. Right now, she’s been through enough and she wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

“And she can handle this?”

“What that asshole did-” Steve had to stop himself before he went too far “she can handle what you two have, because she loves you both, and would want to help you. What I’m doing is nowhere near the same situation.” he finished, letting out a frustrated sigh and putting his cell phone, wallet, and car keys in his pocket. “Buck, tell her by next weekend, or I will.”

“Steve, you can’t-”

“I can and I will. I promised her that I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her ever again. That means keeping her safe from any and everyone.” he said, pain in his voice before walking out the room, leaving Bucky to his thoughts.

As he made his way across the living room, he received whistles and cat-calls from Rhodey and Natasha, and he couldn’t but shake his head and laugh. He took a deep breath before knocking on Anna’s door. His nerves were hitting him hard and he couldn’t figure out why. He wasn’t even sure he could call it a date, even though he desperately wanted it to be one. He prepared himself as he heard her turn the door handle, but his breath got caught in his throat when his eyes finally got to drink her in. She had on a low cut, white, silk dress, with spaghetti straps and simple diamond pendant to match. In her ears, she wore small diamond heart shaped earrings that hung modestly. Her hair was up in a beautiful bun, with two strands of hair curled on each side of her face. He was speechless.

“Did I do too much? I can change, you said dress up and-”

“You look absolutely stunning.” he smiled.

Anna smiled softly, grabbing her black sheer shawl and clutch, before closing the door to her room. By the time they made their way back across the living room, Thor and Tony had joined Natasha and Rhodey to talk about a new plan for catching the Shamen Brothers.

“Oh? And just where are you two kids going?” Tony smiled, noticing the huge smile on Anna’s face.

“Out.” Steve said plainly, smirk playing on his lips.

“For a romantic evening?” Thor chimed in.

“Both of you mind your own business!” Natasha snapped “Have fun and be safe!” she called after them, like a concerned mother.

“Goodnight!” Steve sang, leading Anna out as they made their way towards his car.

Once she was buckled in, Anna smiled and looked over at Steve. “What do you have up your sleeves, Rogers?”

“One of the best nights of your life, Davidson.” Steve smirked before pulling out of the parking garage.

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