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duraznosycrema00 · 3 years

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one last day

Pairing:‌ ‌ ‌quackity/alex x gn!reader

Wordcount:‌ ‌ 2.1K

Warnings:‌ ‌ mentions of death, maybe some cursing, some angst, fluff

Summary:‌ “‌If you could relive the last 24 hours your loved one was alive, would you?” Alex is dead. He’s been dead for a few months now. But for today, he isn’t. One last day.

Written by: brianna :)

A/N:‌ omg this is going to be so sad. and long. sorry for that. i had this dream last night and the way it felt so real was crazy. i hope i can convey the emotions i felt. to make sure i can make the emotions feel real, this will be in first person. and for serious reasons, i won’t be referring to quackity as quackity, i’m going to call him alex. if anyone is thrown off by this, i’m sorry. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy. like always, criticism is greatly appreciated.

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“So, how do you feel, (Y/N)?” The therapist asked, sitting directly across from me. I looked up to his slender face and almost smacked the glasses right off of him. I’ve lost the love of my life and he’s asking me how I am? I’m so empty, nothing makes sense anymore. Numbers don’t add up, words don’t sound the same. The air even feels different, heavier. How do I tell him that?

“Normal,” I mumbled, looking back down at my hands. My eyes traveled to my wrist, where a bracelet was loosely wrapped around it. ‘Mi amor’ was engraved on the charm hanging from the string. A pang hit my heart and my throat got tight.

The man in front of me let out a ‘hm’ as he watched my actions, “I see you still wear what Alex gave you.” My eyes shot up to his face again as he mentioned his name.

“What else am I supposed to do?” I meant for my tone to sound harsh, but it came out as hopeless and empty. A small sigh left my lips as I looked back down at the bracelet. I allowed my fingers to fumble with the charm. The pit in my stomach started to grow. The rocks in my chest seemed to grow in size. Everything was so heavy. The silence of the room was so loud. Even the air conditioner had cut off.

He copied my sigh, then put his clipboard down. “(Y/N), if you could relive his last day, would you?”

My heart dropped to my stomach. Once again, my gaze shot up to him, searching his face for any signs of anything. Maybe searching where he got the audacity to ask me that question. I felt my breathing quicken as my heart started to race. I opened my lips to speak, then closed them, then opened them again.

“Of course I would. I would do anything just to see him again, just to feel him again. Everything feels so different. Even right at this moment, I know his hand would be on mine. I want to feel that again. I miss everything about him. I even miss his dishes in the sink,” The words poured out. My mouth quickly shut again as I averted my gaze.

I heard the doctor’s clothes shuffle as he stood up. Once he came back, he gave me a glass of water.

“Drink this, it has a vitamin in it. We need to monitor your sleep patterns,” He spoke in a professional tone, as if I didn’t just speak the most words I had in months. I looked up at the glass of water. It was clear. I grabbed it and drank it.

“Good. Now lay down. I’ll be back in a moment.” And then he left the room.

I watched the door shut and heard it click. My head became empty as I layed back on the couch I was sitting on. Eventually, my eyes shut.

“(Y/N), mi amor, you have to wake up,” His voice rang in my ears, causing my heart to race. My eyes shot open and were met with his. A smile appeared on his face before he leaned down to kiss my forehead. A lump in my throat and a pit in my stomach formed. I smelled his scent, I felt his warm lips on my skin. It was all too real.

“Alex?” I croaked out, sleep still evident in my voice.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. We have to run some errands today so hurry up and get dressed. I already got you some coffee.” He smiled at me. Another kiss was left on my cheek before he left the room.

I sat up and looked around. The winter season I was previously in was now gone and replaced with summer sun leaking through the windows. The empty, barren room I had grown used to was now lively and had clothes strung about the floor. I looked over to the night stand, where my phone sat, and checked the time and date. 9:14 AM, June 26, 20XX. I felt my dinner start to rise from my stomach, searching for an escape.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Alex’s voice called out as I emptied my stomach in the toilet. I groaned in response. The door opened, revealing Alex’s worried face.

“Oh mi amor,” he cooed, “Here, let me move your hair. Did you eat something bad?”

The way his warm fingers grazed my neck to grab my hair sent shivers down my spine, and another wave of bile came up. He whipped his head away, but still loosely held my hair.

I spat the toothpaste out after I finished brushing my tongue.

“(Y/N), I love you. But that was so gross, never do that again,” Alex chuckled out, leaning against the wall behind me. I could see his reflection in the mirror. I could feel his loving gaze as he watched me take a sip of mouthwash. My eyes made contact with his in the mirror, causing him to smile. Another pit formed in my stomach.

“I think it was because of the dinner you made,” I tried to joke with him after spitting the mouthwash out. I was trying to act like things were normal, for my sake. If I had this last day with him, I wanted to try to enjoy it. Please, let me try to enjoy it. Please.

He let out a hurt scoff, which turned into a laugh, “I can’t believe you. You should be lucky I cooked for you! My mother would be so proud of the food I made.” I laughed with him.

“Whatever, just kiss me.”

His small giggle filled my ears as his warm hands found their way on my waist. I placed my hand on his warm cheek and kissed him, our lips moving in sync. It felt so good to kiss him again. I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. He moved his lips to my cheek and peppered small kisses all over my face, causing me to giggle. After a moment of kisses, he fully embraced me and rested his head in the crook of my neck. I could feel his small breaths on my skin. My heart felt so full, and my stomach had butterflies in it instead of the normal pit.

“You know your coffee is getting cold,” He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I huffed out and only tightened my grip on him. The feeling of the way his body vibrated as he chuckled made me smile. It felt so good to feel him again.

An hour had passed of us getting ready to leave. We now sat in his truck. The pit in my stomach grew again. I hadn’t sat in this truck since this day. A small frown came to Alex’s face as he grabbed my hand.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit down,” He asked me softly, turning his upper body towards me. We were parked, so he didn’t have to pay attention to the road. He only paid attention to me. There was so much love in his eyes. I felt so much love in my chest as I met his eyes with mine.

“I’m alright, just a bit tired. It’s still early,” I smiled, placing my hand above his. This seemed to satisfy him. He smiled brightly and leaned over to kiss my cheek.

“You ready to go?” He asked as he cranked the car. I nodded and let out a hum of approval, not taking my eyes off him. I watched how he moved. I breathed in deeply, trying to keep the scent of him and his car for a little longer in my memory. It felt so good to smell him again. He turned the radio on and let out a gasp.

“Baby! Oh my god, it’s our song!” He shouted as the familiar tune of Animals by Neon Trees played from his speakers. My throat immediately closed. The pit in my stomach got deeper and darker. I hadn’t listened to this song since this day. My lips parted as I tried to figure out what to do. So many thoughts were running through my head before they suddenly stopped. Alex was singing along with the song. He was laughing and singing, to me. He was singing to me. I stared at him. A small smile appeared on my face as I reminded myself. This is our last day. Please let me enjoy it.

“Yeah, (N/N), sing with me!” Alex shouted as I joined in singing and laughing with him. Once again, the pit in my stomach was replaced with butterflies. I never took my eyes off of him as we sang together. Occasionally, he would glance over to me and smile. Everytime he looked to me, I was reminded of how much I love him. I was overwhelmingly in love with him. I’d never been happier than I was at that moment.

The song got a bit quieter, allowing me to speak out, “I love you, Alex.” He turned to look at me, his eyes once again so full of love.

“I love you too.”

It felt so good to hear him again.

The day full of mundane errands was now eventually coming to an end. It was 5:00 pm when we were walking, hand in hand, and Alex turned to me.

“(N/N), my head sorta hurts. Do you have any Advil or something on you?” His words sent a shock through my body. Suddenly, the butterflies that had made a home in my stomach for the first time in months were kicked out harshly as my stomach dropped. My mouth watered, my throat tightened, my lungs constricted, and my legs became wobbly.

“I uh,” I choked out, looking for the right words. I knew what was happening. Somehow, I almost had forgotten what was so peculiar about this day. My heart raced. Even if I knew this day was starting to end, Alex didn’t. I needed to act like everything was okay and normal for him. Just like we did when it actually happened.

I cleared my throat, “Sorry, totally just had a small stroke.” This caused him to chuckle and tighten his grip on my hand. “Yeah, we have some Advil in the truck. Didn’t know you were such a baby though.”

“Hey!” He called out, laughing. I smiled at him and stepped in front of him. My hands grabbed his warm face.

“Aw, my little baby. Does his head hurt?” I cooed, leaving kisses all over his cheeks and lips. Alex just laughed out and held my waist, trying to protest that he wasn’t a baby. I wasn’t really listening though. I was focused on trying to remember the way my lips felt on his warm skin. The way his large hands felt on my waist. The way his laughter sounded. I was desperately trying to soak up everything I could.

After a dinner full of jokes and loving kisses, we now layed in bed beside each other. It was warm and dark, the only light coming from the street lights that faced across the window. It gave the room an orange glow, and only made everything feel more warm. The pit returned as we exchanged useless conversation and inside jokes. Alex’s speech was a bit slurred now. Others would have thought it was because he was getting increasingly tired, but I knew. With every word he dragged on for a little longer than usual, my heart broke just a little bit more. It was all approaching very quickly. I leaned over and kissed his lips, Alex returning the favor, but lazily. As we pulled away, he smiled up to me with sleepy eyes.

“I love you so much, Alexis. So so much,” I whispered, causing his smile to grow. My heart felt heavy as I spoke those words.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Goodnight, mi amor,” He slurred out, his eyes now closing.

“Goodnight.” A tear fell down my cheek as I layed back down and cuddled into his side. His arm was slung over my shoulder. I took a deep breath in, taking in his scent. A few more tears fell. It felt so good to lay beside him again.

“I love you,” I mumbled out as my eyes closed.

My eyes opened to a bright light. I sat up gently and looked around, only to meet eyes with my therapist. He watched me carefully as I fully sat up and ran my fingers through my hair.

“(Y/N)? How do you feel?” He spoke softly, never taking his eyes off of me. This time he asked me though, I didn’t feel as empty or angry. I did feel tears start to accumulate in my eyes though.

“I miss him.”

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tundrainafrica · 3 years

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hi do you accept fanfic requests? because imagine a love, rosie levihan au? the childhood friends to lovers slowburn? the angst in the middle but it gets resolved by the end?

Title: Lock and Key (1/2)

Summary:

"He thought back to the dingy small town, back to the dingy cage. Hange was just one canary who flew off. And Levi was the one left behind in the cage.

So he kept the lock in place. He held onto the key. Just in case, she did decide to come back."

Levi and Hange are childhood friends and Levi just can't bring himself to tell her how he feels.

Link to cross-postings: AO3

Notes: I'm sorry anon I did not follow the whole prompt. I took some liberties with it but I hope you still enjoy <3. Quick warning, it's a little angstier (maybe?)

It all started with a party. Years later, Levi was sure, during his off days, he would go back it---to the flashes of strobe lights, the guitar riffs, the beat music, the strong taste of alcohol burning at his throat.

Not for any of those sensations though. He felt like he was dying. They were painful,o verwhelming and Levi was frozen on his seat, cocktail glass between his shaking fingertips, the unnatural heat grazing his cheeks.

He didn’t want to be there.

But he would only be a high school student once. Soon enough they would be sending applications for college and he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the party scene with the thrill of ‘illegality.’

Soon, Levi had to admit, it wasn’t just about the experience. Who cared if it was illegal or legall. It was never just about the experience. He lived his whole high school life not engaging with that type of crowd.

It was Hange who got him just breaking past that comfort bubble he set up for himself, for just that one night. And the experience came with a burning question.

When can we do it again?

Hange was submitting applications to colleges outside the country. Levi didn’t know the odds exactly, he had been too terrified to ask. Something was telling him though that Hange wouldn’t be going to college nearby. In a years time, she might not be next to him.

Hange. The Hange that had been such a constant in his life. And when he was counting down days while basking in uncertainties, he was just a little more open to very uncomfortable feelings.

Hange didn't seem so terrified."This might just be our last hurrah before entrance exams," she said, a cheeky smile on her face.

I know that. Levi said. And as he saw that intent look in her gaze, all for him he was sure. Did he look like he was enjoying? How could he be enjoying it though when the music was playing in time to his pounding head?

“Toilet,” Levi said.

“Okay, you want me to order something else?”

“Just order anything. It’s your birthday,” Levi said as he teetered just a little bit towards the bathroom stall. They had picked a corner table at least and fortunately, the walk to the bathroom didn’t feel like so much of a journey.

Levi stayed in the toilet for a while longer. There were two stalls but by some divine grace, the bathroom was empty and Levi had to act quickly if he wanted to get anything out.

He studied his features. He was bright pink under the white light. He was occasionally blurry. The bright lights that came with reflections got his head a little pounding. But he thought he was in a fairly decent position to at least try.

He had plans on how to do it. Subtly so it wouldn’t hurt. Smartly so he only elicited enough of a reaction to placate his own doubt. And smoothly, so it would end in a blink of an eye.

“Hange, there’s a post I found on Reddit…” Levi rehearsed. Well technically that part was true but he didn’t want her to think he actually rehearsed that.

“Hey Hange, with college exams coming up soon… and your plans…” Levi started. Did he seem just a little too stalkery then? Was he supposed to be thinking of her plans when she hadn’t even told him anything?”

Levi had rehearsed, but the answers came out a little too impromptu. “I have an idea…”

“An idea? That sounds interesting. Everytime we work together in groupworks you never have ideas…” Hange’s voice was slurring, she was a little too talkative and Levi was hesitating.

He cleared his throat. “An idea…” He tested it himself, just to make sure it wasn’t coming out faltered or stilted like Hange’s voice then. “A marriage pact?”

Hange’s eyes widened then. And for a second, there was a flash of sobriety in them. “A marriage pact? This sounds interesting…”

Levi was quick to amend it, scolding whatever hell ghost changed those words before he said it. “Dating pact. I meant a dating pact. We’re not gonna get married without dating of course... I saw this on Reddit but what if… When we’re twenty-eight, when you finish that PhD you’ve always wanted and we’re still single… What if we try dating? Don’t get me wrong… dating just feels weird but I think that I might be missing something here but maybe when I’m that old, that would be a good time to try it out.”

Hange hummed in thought. “That’s an idea. We’re probably still too young to be thinking about dating huh? And with college exams coming up…” The gears in her brain were moving, Levi was sure. “But, if let’s say you find someone… Or I find someone?”

If you find someone? Just imagining the phantom man had Levi catching something in his throat. He looked away as he felt the bile rise up his throat, a little shaken by that moment where his imagination went wild for just a second. But he wasn’t supposed to feel that way.

Or maybe he should be feeling that way. After all, how many drinks had he downed until that point. Hange was starting to be a little wild too. It wasn’t an all too uncharacteristic move. She had always been the loud one, the more extroverted one.

But she was always particularly studious too and just seeing Hange jumped out of her seat and navigate her way through the crowds and towards the dancefloor had Levi suspended in disbelief for a second.

But he followed suit.

The strobe lights were brighter. The music was louder and in a way, it had devolved into ringing in his ears. Those were only secondary.

The moment he caught up to Hange, he found himself holding her by the arm, navigating all the way until her hand, just for a better grip. She was an anchor to reality, an anchor to reasoning beyond the harrowing effects of the lights and sounds.

Her skin on his wasn’t an overwhelming outburst of sensations. It was warm, it was smooth. The pull as she danced to some rhythm was predictable.

He had known her for years. Hange had always embodied comfort for him.

Tipsy, overwhelmed and a little unhinged at that moment, Levi danced to her rhythm and he rode the dizzying trappings of his inebriated state.

Riding such feelings though had its own collection of surprises and soon Levi found himself on the rooftop of the bar, enjoying the feel of the concrete right below him and beneath it, the shaking from the bass of the music just on the floor below him. It was faint though and there were sounds and sensations more intimate at that moment.

Hange’s breaths and the laughs in between were shaky. Her grip on his hand was tighter, far from painless but he couldn’t complain. God forbid, it might just end.

“Levi, I thought about the dating pact. What happens if you find someone? Or I find someone?”

“Then we don’t push through with the pact. Simple as that,” Levi said.

“You’ll still be there right? Even if I find someone?”

Levi felt a wave relief rush through him and he let out a harsh breath, a product of his own tipsiness then and his own discomfort at their circumstances. “We’ve been best friends since before we could remember. What’s a few more decades?”

“We might lose touch… I dunno? Did I tell you? I applied for colleges abroad. This just isn’t the best environment for research.”

“Then I’ll visit you.”

“And if I find someone there?”

“Then I’ll be the cool uncle to your kids, if you ever have them.”

***

He didn’t have to think about it over the months. Or maybe he just chose not to think about it.

Work, responsibilities and life as a whole never gave him any breaks to think so much as the far future.

What was the point of thinking about a future when he wasn’t working on it? So Levi worked his part time job, he studied and he prepared for his own entrance exams. Even when entrance exams ended, Levi was at least able to focus on the hell weeks before graduation.

He didn’t expect at all to have to think about it again, in a coffee shop of all places after one of his own shifts. He was in the middle of organizing the tea bags at the front of the shop when the reminder presented itself.

The reminder of such musings came as a clang of wind chimes, some huffing and puffing and some rhythmically unhinged footsteps. Hange appeared out of the corner and into the empty cafe, letter in hand.

Her cheeks were flushed and Levi had to note that she was wearing too little layers.

Levi glanced at the clock. “Did you just run here from your house at nine in the evening?”

Hange nodded. “Yes, I did.” Her house wasn’t too far, a ten minute walk if they were taking a relaxing stroll. It was nine in the evening though and it didn’t look like Hange had even bothered to put on a coat. Excitement probably did those types of things to people. She waved the letter up in the air and her breaths were only getting quicker and more unpredictable.

As if she was struggling to speak. “Slow down,” Levi said.

He untied his apron, pulled it off and sat on one of the tables closest to the counter. He patted the table, just a simple gesture for her to sit. He could spare a few minutes, his shift was ending soon anyway and not many people would be entering a breakfast cafe an hour before closing.

Hange needed a few more minutes to gather herself but she at least had some courtesy to slip the letter in front of him. “Read.”

We are pleased to inform you…

Full scholarship. Research stipend.

“I passed!” Hange said. “I’m leaving this dingy town for college!”

Levi was happy. He was sure of it. Maybe he had spent just a little too much time thinking logistics that it hadn’t manifested so naturally as a smile. He had to force it. He had to widen his eyes and he had to nod his head to express any approval. But really Hange’s face then a mixture of surprise, joy, ecstasy had him excited too. It had him shaking.

But there were just some things he couldn't shake off even with the most natural movements. Hange seemed to notice. “It’s only a plane ride away.”

But to get to the plane, one would need to get through at least three local trains, then the airport express then the actual airport and just the idea of Hange standing behind the barriers of money, bureaucracy and time was overwhelming in itself. Since they were young, Hange had only ever been a few blocks away. That wasn’t something he would have wanted to tell her though. She might just think he was crazy. “You’re right… It isn’t too far.”

“Didn’t you apply too?”

“I wouldn’t be able to pay for the tuition but I tried for a scholarship. It’s a long shot but…”

“Well, I heard they consider grades, extracurriculars as well as part time jobs.”

Levi knew that. He had done the research way beforehand. But he averaged Bs and his own financial situation and the need for part time jobs meant he had little to no engagement with other extracurriculars.

Still, Levi found himself hoping. When the letter arrived, left on the counter by his mother. Levi was quick to open it, his heart was racing and maybe his fingers had faltered a bit as he ripped open the top of the envelope.

We regret to inform you…

At that moment, Levi almost regretted even applying for the scholarship. The school didn’t even consider him as a student.

“There are community colleges,” his mother had said.

Conditional Acceptance. Scholarship denied. He wasn’t the type to hide those things from Hange. And maybe Hange read the room, maybe it had her treading rough grounds, more than Levi would have liked.

Graduation loomed like a vulture ready to strike. The difference was he knew exactly when the vulture would strike. And sometimes it flew over them in moments where Levi could have sworn graduation was still a long time away.

Hange didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she didn’t care. Hange though was something special. She prattled on about college plans, about her dormitory preparation and even about her thesis topics which were still five years away.

Then suddenly, she just stopped. Suddenly conversation topics shifted to studies, to research paper topics, to the most interesting customers Levi would run into at the tea shop.

Hange was still excited. Levi had known her long enough to figure it out. When Hange wasn’t holding anything, she was twiddling her thumbs. When she was watching her words, she tended to speak slower, she tended to stutter and she tended to pick the most professional words that most high school students wouldn’t even consider vernacular.

Levi brought it up again over team, a few months after the rejection letter, a few weeks after he noticed that subtle change in her demeanor. “Hange, how are your plans for college? You’re gonna have to leave in a month right?” Hange was leaving a few weeks after graduation, to give herself time to adjust to the new city.

Hange’s mouth dropped open. “I mean, yes… I will be leaving in a month.” She had been in the middle of mentioning words like ‘diction,’ and ‘sovereign’ when describing her writing style for her final paper and it looked like she was still trying to adjust.

Maybe Levi had introduced the topic a little too suddenly. It was too late to go back though. “So, we have a week or two after graduation right?”

“In between packing… Yes,” Hange said with a shrug. How Hange had mellowed into something hesitant, almost lifeless had been a mystery to Levi. For only that split second though. Hange cleared her throat. “How do you feel about it?”

It turned out, there had always been an elephant in the room. And it bared its fangs then, hidden right under the trunk. The air turned heavy, making it almost difficult to breathe.

He was the only one though capable of finding his own breath again. “What can I say? I didn’t pass.” Levi dropped his shoulders and let out a weak sigh, not loud enough to make himself seem pathetic. Rejection letters had already left him feeling pathetic for months.

Hange responded with a wry smile. “I’m sorry about that. I should have realized earlier. I should have been more sensitive.” She was kind. She was empathetic. She was always striving to be better. And she always had been.

At that moment, in the cafe, tapping her fingers on the porcelain cup, Levi saw it. She was a kettle, a pot ready to burst, only covered by a stubbornly heavy lid.

A lid she had put just for him. That was the moment Levi realized, he might just be pulling her back.

***

There was another elephant in the room. An elephant that followed with heavy steps that shook the whole room.

At least to Levi it seemed that way.

Uncertainty was a very heavy thing. When he could barely see what would be at the end of the tunnel---the end being the day Hange lugs a lifetime worth of belongings and takes a train to the airport--- Levi felt the pressure of his whole life in front of him crammed into the next two weeks.

A day after graduating, when the countdown just became a little too clearer, Hange wasn’t next to him and he had to make do. A day-long trip to the capital to get some student visa shit sorted out.

She wouldn’t have called it ‘student visa shit,’ she had said something nicer definitely, something that embodied her life long dreams of a living outside of their ‘dingy old town.’ That ‘student visa thing’ had Levi uncertain, twiddling his thumbs like she did many times before, the student visa thing had him feeling like ‘shit.’

So he called it ‘shit,’ and he enjoyed the bitter venom in his mouth, the sweet release and the comfortable exhale that followed.

“Sounds hectic,” Farlan said. He hadn’t been looking at Levi’s way the entire time, too busy aiming for a headshot at the screen.

It was hectic. But it wasn’t shit to Levi for that reason.

“I guess that’s one good thing about getting into community college.”

“Yeah, it does sound hectic.” Levi had been secretive about applying. He let the subtle fact that he had applied to similar colleges to Hange simmer in the room, ebb at the guilt inside him. He wasn’t telling anyone about community college being a fall back. That was a secret he’d keep to his heart, only known by his mother, his uncle and Hange. Fortunately, Hange never brought it up. “That’s why I didn’t wanna bother her today.”

“She’s busy.”

“When you get into a really good college I guess...” The silence was heavy again. The elephant in the room plopped down right next to him and their conversation wasn’t making too much sense and as Levi quickly analyzed the shooting game in front of him, he understood why Farlan wouldn’t have the headspace for some slight drama.

So Levi sat quietly, politely ignoring the tension, instead focusing on bending forward while cross legged, letting his back stretch behind him. Stretching his aching muscles, undoing knots, allowed some lightness to settle, taking the space of whatever heaviness there had been a second ago.

The game ended soon after with a taut swear from Farlan. Then a question Levi hadn’t been ready for. “Are you gonna tell her?”

Levi almost spat out his response. “Tell her what?”

Farlan put the controller down. “It’s your last chance right? Once she leaves for the city, she’ll find new people… And she’s not ugly you know. A lot of people--- men and women---will go after her. ”

She was frumpy, plain especially right after a shower. Worry and stress would line her face right after a long night. Levi had to admit though that she was far from ugly. Her notably bright personality, her intelligence that ‘came once every decade’ according to the many conversations he had heard among teachers were painful reminders, the impending goodbye was just turning out to be more and more terrifying.

“I know that.” Levi couldn’t bring himself to say anymore, not about his feelings, not about the marriage pact. Articulating what he was thinking would only serve to make it more real.

“How you feel about her leaving?”

“Well, of course I’m sad about it, she’s my best friend.”

“Yeah, but don’t you wanna lock it… If you know what I mean,” Farlan said slowly, as if he were talking to someone either oblivious or someone below the age of five.

Levi was neither five nor oblivious. Still, obliviousness was a convenient trait. “Lock what?”

Farlan let out a mix between a sigh and a laugh. “Never mind.” He clicked ‘start a new game.’ The loading screen flashed in front of him and Farlan used as an opening to turn back. “It’s up to you but--- I know she means a lot to you and I just think if she means that much to you… you should take the risk.”

Levi decided on it a few minutes later but he saw no convenient opportunity to tell Farlan, the latter having been engrossed in a more challenging campaign since a while ago. So any attempt to articulate his decision died there.

And he had two weeks to come up with a final plan.

***

Less than 24 hours ago, Levi was determined to tell Hange. His confidence was a littles stronger than usual. He was no writer but he had a script. He was no actor but he had allowed himself time in front of the mirror to balance his tones, to time his rests.

It was stupid. He had known Hange for years but circumstances, and maybe Levi’s own fastidious personality, had him realizing confessions were a nuanced thing. Emphasizing the wrong words could have Hange getting the wrong message.

And when he didn’t even know whether he wanted her to leave or stay, he wasn’t even sure what the right message was.

He had dedicated at least three hours to the whole preparation process when a speed bump appeared.

In the form of a shopping trip with his mother and the young daughter of the family friend. Isabel was only a few years younger, but her innocence, her blind optimism at the state of the world and the fate of relationships was closer to that of a five year old.

Having spent the past few hours dealing with his own skeletons, Levi was a little envious, particularly when she had walked ahead “ooh”-ing and “aah”ing at everyday things. The streets have always been cobblestoned. Although the trinkets at the front of the shops, although the food sold at the streetcars varied by season, the big picture always seemed the same to Levi.

If he walked until the end of the main street, he would find the town church. If he walked along the alleys, he would find a few pubs that opened too late in the day and too early in the evening. And if he kept walking until the end of the alleys, he would find greens. And lots and lots of mountains.

It is a dingy little town. Those were Hange’s words. But it’s our dingy little town. He hadn’t been to the center of town in so long and when all he could think about was Hange, he was noticing the smallest things. Everything Hange hated about the town.

“Levi, let’s check out the pet shop!”

Kuchel had been busy looking at the spices displayed at the front of one of the shops and Isabel was starting to get a little restless.

“I’ll take her,” Levi said.

Kuchel nodded, still occupied with spices. “Sure I’ll meet you there.”

It was a weekday, the beginning of summer yet the heat was enough to have Levi a little uncomfortable in a shirt with sleeves past his elbows. It was the crowd he had to navigate through definitely. Humans were warm creatures and the crowds trapped the warmth, the sun above only contributed its share of warmth.

Warmth and warmth mixed together became unbearably hot and under it all, Levi was uncomfortable, he was finding a distraction. And he was still thinking of Hange.

“Look, it’s a canary.” Isabel was supposed to have been a distraction. When Levi looked back to stare at it, he felt it, Hange was still a nagging thought in the back of his mind. And inadvertently, he was projecting her into anything remotely Hange.

“Can we buy it, Levi?”

His mind wasn’t in the conversation. He was focused just a little too much on the yellow bird, clamoring the sides of the cage, only grasping by the thinner metal bars. “You wanna buy the canary?” Levi asked.

“I read in a book. Canaries are high energy birds and they can’t be kept inside the cage. They said it’s not healthy."

"Not healthy?"

"I wanna set it free.”

Isabel was tugging at him but Levi was frozen in place. He had pulled out from the crowds and he was in a better position definitely. One discomfort had been replaced with another though.

The crowds came and left, soon replaced by thoughts of Hange once again. That had Levi stiffening up.

“Levi, let’s check the store!”

The poor poor canary.

“I wanna buy the canary!”

Kuchel wouldn’t allow it. Isabel’s parents wouldn’t allow it. Did they even have the money for it? They barely even made ends meet.

Levi was certain never before had he even given caged animals more than one glance but the canary had taken up more space in his mind, more than he was willing to have given from the start.

He stared longer. He stared deeper into those eyes. Then he figured it out, there was one bright eyed, high energy bird much closer to him. Before the thoughts could form into something else, Levi attempted to look away, surveying his surroundings instead.

The bright sweltering sun only served to magnify the black, rotting among the corners in the alleys and the houses. If he focused on the outdated grills and the peeling paint, he noticed it.. Hange was right, the small town was dingy.

When he looked beyond it, squinting just a little bit, he saw more. Just past the buildings and the alleys though were trees, greens, there were mountains. The next town was a good long train ride away. The next city was a much longer train ride away. The raw sensation of rejection letter on hand only served to build the bars for him.

The small town was a dingy cage. And two weeks later, he saw it in her. The bright yellow. The talons that clambered up, foraging for some opening in the cage.

And he saw it clearly completely at the gate to immigration, just a few minutes after check in.

Hange wasn’t crying. Hange didn’t curl her lips down into a grimace. In fact, everything was the other way around. It was as if she wasn’t leaving him and he wasn’t leaving her.

Levi spoke up. “Send a message before you take off.”

“Will do,” Hange replied.

“And when you arrive there,” Levi added.

“You know I will,” Hange said calmly. A big smile played at her lips. “You’ll visit right?”

“I’ll save up for it.” Levi had done the calculations. One year of saving, one year of cutting down on any luxuries and he could afford the plane ticket at least.

The train ticket. Then the plane ticket. The whole journey there. The weight of the effort seemed surreal and it would only become a reality when he lets her go, through the immigration doors.

Only passengers beyond this point. Levi stared at the sign for a little longer. Once Hange crossed that, the next time he would see her would be after he paid the ridiculous ticket prices, put in the long painstaking hours on the plane

“Hey, I’ll make sure to call, maybe every day, maybe once a week. Depending on how busy we both get,” Hange said gently.

Levi wondered what face he was making to receive such comforts. Hange’s voice wasn’t gentle by nature. She had only summoned it herself through careful thought, through some sustained effort for sure.

And he became more aware of the prickle at the back of his eyes and the inclination to just stand there for as long as he could. Maybe in another world that would have been enough to freeze time.

Then, suddenly he felt guilty for even hoping for some power over time. Hange had been calm, maybe wistful but she was also excited. “I might miss my flight if we stay here any longer.” Her tone was lighter than a while ago. She could have been making a joke.

Levi at least tried to adopt the same demeanor. HIs mind though had been elsewhere. Maybe he had managed a smile, a nod.

Hange turned her back slowly. With one wave of her hand, she went between the gates. She was still waving, past on the other side of the glass. She wasn’t looking at him anymore though.

Acceptance dawned on him more quickly than he expected. Maybe because Hange wasn’t just Hange anymore. Seeing her had been some catalyst to a quick recall.

To the canary long ago, stuck in the cage. The canary who had climbed to the top, in pursuit of some way out of that dingy metal cage.

Before Hange turned the corner towards the gates, she had looked at him one more time. Levi ran towards the glass wall, phone in hand. He held it in front of him and mouthed one word. “Text.”

Hange put one hand on the glass and nodded. She said something else, something he couldn’t tell. But it had fogged the glass just in front of them.

Dingy metal cage. Glass barriers. Two different materials but they did the same thing. They separated people. They kept some in. They kept others out.

Then Levi thought back to the cage, back to the canary and he thought back to the lock that blended too well to the cage. The canary would never have learned to open it alone.

Hange's own education. Her own wit had gotten her out of the cage.

And who was he to stop her? Hange had found the key. She had unlocked it herself.

“I love you. I wish you’d stay.” Would he have been able to call her back in with just one a few words? He said it as a whisper, enough to fog his side of the glass and the haze blended with hers.

By the time he said it the second time, then the third time, enough to cover Hange’s own fog, she had turned back already. She turned the corner, then towards the gate number.

Gate 23. Levi had been fixated enough to memorize the flight number and the gate number.

He stared for a few seconds longer, watching as the fog on the other side disappeared into nothing, leaving scratches and almost invisible specks of dust. For a second longer, he wondered if that had been anything Hange left behind.

He watched his own fog waste into nothing. He thought back to the dingy small town, then back to the dingy cage. Hange was just one canary who flew off.

And Levi was the one left behind in the cage. So he kept the lock in place. He held onto the key. Just in case, she decided to come back.

#levihan #levihan fanfiction

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The Snitch Seeker - Chapter 1

When he had first heard about Hogwarts eighth year, the thought of attending didn’t even cross Draco’s mind. He had run away from the dark lord, barely evaded Azkaban and spent the last four months living in a house that was being monitored 24/7 by the ministry. They knew every move they made, if Draco decided to put an extra sugar in his coffee one morning, the Ministry knew about it.

So, when Narcissa Malfoy came into his room one day holding a letter from Minerva McGonagall requesting his return to Hogwarts in September, he was shocked to say the least. ----- or yet another hogwarts eighth year in which draco redeems himself fic

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: Mild references to violence and death

The Hogwarts Express rumbled and groaned, announcing its presence to any living thing within a 10 mile radius as it hurtled down the rickety track towards its destination; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It was even louder on the inside. First years shrieked down the train corridors, thrilled about finally beginning their magical career, about making friends with the fellow witches and wizards beginning that year, and particularly about the snack trolley filled with sugary delights.

The older years also retained a certain unusual buzz about them, striking up lively conversations with their peers and moving in and out of the different carriages, greeting friends and hugging people they hadn’t seen in months. Call it a ‘post-war euphoria’; call it thousands of students finally breathing after being suffocated for months. Finally being teenagers after being forced to become adults too quickly.

Draco Malfoy, on the other hand; could still feel the vice around his throat.

Draco, like many others, was returning for what was coined as ‘Hogwarts Eighth Year’. It was an unprecedented decision to give the graduating class of 1998 a fair opportunity to complete their N.E.W.T.s and redo their final year to ensure they could receive their full education before going out into the Wizarding world on their own.

When he had first heard about this eighth year, the thought of attending didn’t even cross Draco’s mind. He had run away from the dark lord, barely evaded Azkaban and spent the last four months living in a house that was being monitored 24/7 by the ministry. They knew every move they made, if Draco decided to put an extra sugar in his coffee one morning, the Ministry knew about it.

Of course, none of the Malfoy’s had been happy about it, but they weren’t about to argue when their freedom was already hanging by a thread; so Draco quickly had to accept that every time he took a shit someone in the Ministry was making a note of it.

So, when Narcissa Malfoy came into his room one day holding a letter from Minerva McGonagall requesting his return to Hogwarts in September, he was shocked to say the least.

“They want me to go back?”

Draco stared at the letter in disbelief, scrutinising Professor McGonagall’s signature to make sure it wasn’t some foul trick.

“Isn’t it wonderful, Darling?” Narcissa looked more delighted than Draco had seen her in months. After the war, she wasn’t quite herself. As if she were just a whisper of her old self; an echo. It broke Draco’s heart to see her eyes absent of the defiant and powerful glint they once held.

“This is your chance for a fresh start, Draco.”

Draco knew the guilt that consumed his mother for allowing Draco to end up in such circumstances. There wasn’t an awful lot she could have done; they both knew that, but her son had to fight for not only his life but for her own at 16 and she would never be able to escape the fact that she; as a mother, allowed that to happen to her son.

For the first month after the defeat of Voldemort, Draco would wake in the night to his mattress dipping as Narcissa climbed under the duvet and pulled him close. Neither mentioned spoke of it in the day, they didn’t need to. Draco was just happy to have his mother there to calm him when he woke from a nightmare struggling to breathe, bile climbing up his throat.

“And the Ministry is allowing this?” Draco questioned, handing the letter back to Narcissa.

“Well, they check our mail before we’re allowed to read it; surely if they weren’t going to allow it they wouldn’t have sent it to us.”

Humming in return, Draco looked to the floor. It was no secret to Draco the backlash the ministry had received for pardoning the Malfoy family; many people believed all three of them should be locked up in Azkaban just like the rest of the Death Eaters - have it their way and he would probably be dead already.

The thought of returning to Hogwarts, knowing how many students wouldn’t give a second thought to killing him where he stood caused nausea to stir in his stomach and made his head hurt.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, mother? I don’t think I would even make it to the train without someone hexing me on the platform.”

Narcissa’s furrowed brow softened, and she moved to sit next to Draco on the plush sofa that sat in front of his bedroom window. They both turned to the view of their lavish gardens that sprawled with trees, flowers, plants and creatures to create a botanical wonderland. It was a view Draco had gotten rather bored of. He hadn’t left the manor in two months and he spent most of his time in front of this window. Sometimes he tried to read a book or a paper, but mostly he sat there to think. For hours he let his thoughts consume him, leaving him numb.

“Draco, dear” Narcissa began, after a few moments of silence, “You can’t stay in the manor forever.”

Draco turned to look at her, and she did the same. She must have been able to read the dread on Draco’s face as she offered him a warm smile, and stretched an arm around his shoulders. He never could hide anything from her.

“No matter how much you want to.”

Deep down Draco knew he couldn’t pass up this opportunity. There had been talk that Lucius might be stripped of his fortune; having used the manor to harbour Death Eaters and bribe members of the Ministry with his wealth. Without the fortune to fall back on, and no N.E.W.Ts, Draco had no safety net for his future; and this concerned Narcissa greatly. To be honest, Draco never thought he would even make it this far so he never really had a plan for his future in the first place.

But now he was 18 and he was alive, and he needed a plan - even if just for his mother’s sake.

“Okay, I’ll go back to Hogwarts.”

Draco’s head hurt. He had gotten to the platform early so that he could have a room to himself so thankfully he could partially shut out the noise of the train; but his mind was reeling and he couldn’t stop it.

The pit of anxiety that sat in his stomach had been there for days, weighing him down, stopping him from keeping food down. He had skipped supper the night before and breakfast that morning, which in hindsight probably did nothing to help the sick feeling that worsened with every twist of the train.

Three years ago, Draco would have been waltzing up and down the corridors of this train, pushing, shoving and yelling his way through the crowds to make sure people knew he was there - tailed by his lesser Slytherin friends.

Not this year.

This year he had the curtains drawn and the door locked, he pressed himself into the corner of the room and shut his eyes; dreading the moment he would have to step off this train and face the place he watched so many people be slaughtered - because of him.

It was just as hard as he expected it to be. Harder, in fact.

There wasn’t a trace of the war on the mighty castle, stood just as proud as Draco always remembered it. Where he last saw piles of rubble, Draco now saw a towering clocktower. The same clocktower he had stood on many times; observing the 100 foot drop to the concrete ground.

Where the bodies of his peers… children lay; there was now the vibrant green grass he remembered from being 11 and first stepping foot onto the grounds.

Draco could feel the bile rising in his throat once again as he observed the picture perfect school; devoid of any memory of what had happened there only four months ago.

The crowd of students moved towards the building; the setting sun reminding them of how eager they were to reach the Great Hall; and even more eager for the feast that follows soon after their arrival. Draco couldn’t quite bring himself to follow them just yet.

Instead he stood at the gate; looking up at the building but making no move to go inside. Many agitated students pushed past him, throwing grunts of displeasure his way. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t will his legs to follow. Everytime he told himself he would move, his mind was plagued with images of the Death Eaters roaming the castle; cursing anyone who crossed their path. He saw images of his parents on the other side of the courtyard; and looking Voldemort in the eye, beckoning him over. He saw Goyle; burning to death in the fire he created.

He wasn’t the only one, he noticed. A few other students; mainly eighth years stopped to brace themselves before eventually making their way inside, but they all left pretty quickly, leaving Draco to stand there by himself as the sun moved lower in the sky.

“What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?”

Draco jumped at the sound of a familiar voice behind him. He felt himself go rigid, and his breath caught in his throat. Quickly thinking better of the look of surprise on his face, Draco plastered a glare to his features, before turning round.

“Weasley.”

Ron Weasley looked different. Not physically; physically he was still a pale ginger with limbs too long for his body. It was in the eyes, and the way he held himself. Before, he seemed so unsure of himself, like he never quite knew his own worth, like he never wanted to take up more space than he needed to.

Draco couldn’t ignore his own contribution to that.

But now, he stood proud. His shoulders pushed back and head held high, as if he was daring anyone to just try and tear him down. And his eyes, always kind; now held a light that shone with pride as he stared Draco down. He had a daunting feeling that the power dynamics between the two weren’t quite what they used to be.

After all, Ron Weasley is the boy who helped win the war; Draco is the ex-Death Eater who ran away.

He quickly glanced around, knowing if Ronald was there, there was usually two other people not far behind. But he saw no sign of them.

“They’ve gone inside already.” Ron stated, as if reading Draco’s mind. “Why are you here, Malfoy?” He repeated.

“What’s it to you?” He snapped back, suddenly feeling rather vulnerable, like an exposed nerve.

Ronald scoffed in response, and took a step closer; “Can’t face what you did?”, he nodded towards the castle.

Draco kept his face stoic but his heart dropped at the realisation that Weasley was reading him like an open book. He didn’t know when the boy became so wise but he didn’t like it one bit.

“I don’t see you eager to waltz through the doors either.” He lamely retorted.

“Yeah well I lost my brother in there, didn’t I? Friends, people I cared about.”

Draco felt himself become defensive as Ronald’s words caused the images of the war to flash through his mind, “What, you think I didn’t lose people too? You think I didn’t suffer that day as well?”

Ronald paused for a moment, looking at Draco like he was just dirt under his shoe; “I guess that’s the difference between me and you, Malfoy. Despite everything I stayed, and I fought. You ran away.”

“You don’t know a thing about me, Weasley. So, fuck off.” Draco’s voice raised as anger and shame burned in his chest.

Ronald laughed somewhat morbidly, as if Draco had reacted exactly how he expected him to. And Draco had to admit, he probably did. Suddenly, Ronald’s arm stretched out towards Draco, offering him something in his hand. Draco couldn’t help the way he flinched slightly at the movement. On a hesitant closer inspection, Draco realised what was in his hand was sandwiches wrapped in cling film.

Confusion clouded Draco’s features as he looked blankly at the offering. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting Ron to offer him; perhaps a hex or a punch in the nose, but it definitely wasn’t food.

Ronald rolled his eyes as he saw Draco make no move to accept his offering, and instead placed them on the ground by his feet, “In case it takes you a while to grow a pair and face what you did.”

Ronald then walked away, leaving Draco dumbfounded.

#new fic new fic new fic #im so excited #i have most of this fic planned out and i can't wait to write it #draco malfoy #draco malfoy redemption #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #golden trio #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #drarry #slytherin #hogwarts #deathly hallows #hp #good draco malfoy #minerva mcgonagall #professor mcgonagall

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batmaniskpopaf · 5 years

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Can you do like a Monsta x reaction type thing to them falling in love at first sight with some random girl they see at like a cafe or something (im a sucker for fluff lol), like how they react. Or like a mtl of who believes in love at first sight.

THIS WAS MAGICAL SO THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING BBY !! THIS MADE ME SOFT!!

A/N: I DIDN’T DO MTL SINCE I FEEL LIKE THEY ALL LOWKEY DO WITH THE EXCEPTION OF HYUNGWON AND I.M ..

SHOWNU: DAD DEFINITELY BELIEVES IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT… SHOWNU IS TOO PURE NOT TO BELIEVE IN FIRST LOVE!!

*HIS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT WOULD HAPPEN WHILE IN LINE AT THE CAFE*

You stand in line tapping your foot exasperated with the long wait.. .”my boss is going to kill me!” you mumble to yourself unable to calm your nerves… you were already late this morning and managed to delete his entire schedule off of your computer… you were almost too lost in your own despair to notice the man in front of you turn around… “Hi, you seem to be in a rush would you like to cut in front of me?” he was friendly with soft eyes and a warm smile… you could feel your heart skip a beat… little did you know Shownu had fallen for you the moment he heard you mumble to yourself … something he often does…

WONHO: IS A HOPELESS ROMANTIC SO OF COURSE HE BELIEVES IN TRUE LOVE!

*HE WOULD FALL IN LOVE AS SOON AS HE SAT ACROSS FROM YOU*

Wonho would be watching you attempt to study in a corner booth of the busy cafe… he would giggle… you didn’t exactly notice him at first too frustrated with the task at hand to notice much else around you… until you heard him giggle… the sound was light and airy…a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips… you looked up to find him smiling half moons at you… your heart feeling like it’s about to burst and your ears burning… “Excuse me , do you believe in love at first sight?” he quips…

MINHYUK:SUNSHINE WOULD BE SUPER CUTE OMG NOT ONLY DOES HE BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.. HE BELIEVES THAT LOVE FINDS YOU WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT…

*SAY THE BOOK STORE ATTACHED TO THE CAFE*

You ran your fingers along the spines on the shelf before you on your quest to find the perfect book to go with your coffee… “Hi,are you looking for a particular title?” the husky voiced stranger behind you quips… “Oh um, do you work here?” you stammer… “I might as well” he replies… walking past you to the array of books and choosing a paperback from the top shelf… “Here try this” he hands you a poetry book… “it’s a quick read because it’s under 100 pages but it’s poetry so It’ll make you think” he’s friendly and handsome … his hands are warm when he hands you the book and you feel yourself wrapped in him… “thank you! I’m sorry I didn’t get your name” your voice is high pitched but you manage to get the whole sentence out in one breath… “Minhyuk” his voice mimics your own and you instantly feel at ease … “would you like to have some coffee?” He stammers… “Sure!” you reply… the two of you walk side by side towards the counter… Minhyuk smiles to himself… Love really does come when you least expect it….

KIHYUN: HAMSTER BABY BELIEVES IN HIS OWN VERSION OF LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT… ANNOYED AT FIRST SIGHT… WITH YOUR CURRENT BOYFRIEND THAT IS…

*HE’D BE THE CHARMING BARISTA *

Kihyun could feel bile rise in his throat everytime your ex boyfriends hand would graze your own… “Please Y/N, give me another chance” he pleaded… but you couldn’t bare to look at him let alone forgive him… “You’re a totally different person to me now” you replied unable to meet his eyes… “What! there’s a different person? Like another guy?” your ex wasn’t even listening to you… how could you be with someone that’s so self involved… you mentally chastated yourself… your boyfriend’s hand wrapped tightly around your wrist… you wanted to scream for help but what could you do?… “Let go of her hand or so help my god I will tare your arm out of it’s socket’ Kihyun muttered… your ex’s eyes widened.. “Is this your rebound?” he spat mustering as much venom as he could… “Believe me I’m not a rebound” Kihyun sneered… “you ready to go babe?” he looks over at your stoic form… you simply nod because frankly that’s all you can muster at the moment… “T-Thank you” you whimper once the two of you have made it out of the cafe… “No problem, that guy’s a jerk. You deserve to be with someone better” Kihyun wraps his arm around you …he feels warm and safe and smells like coffee … “Really?” you reply … “Yeah” his voice is velvet smooth and his eyes are so chocolatey soft you melt into them immediately…

HYUNGWON: DESPITE LOOKING LIKE AN ANIME PRINCE HYUNGWON DOES NOT BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT… HE BELIEVES THAT LOVE LIKE ALL THINGS TAKES TIME AND YOU MIGHT NEED TO SLEEP ON IT…

*HOWEVER HE DOES BELIEVE IN SEIZING THE DAY *

“Just talk to him!” your friend’s exasperated tone did little to lighten the mood… “But what if he’s seeing someone or he’s gay?” you bite your lip nervously… your eyes skimming across the cafe towards the cute guy standing at the counter… he was tall, dark and handsome… you blushed at your wayward thoughts… “Oh he’s coming over” your friend elbows you and you flinch… “Act normal” she mutters… you’re still a little flustered from her jab to really make sense of everything until he’s directly in front of you his arm resting along the back of the chair against from you… “Pardon me, is the seat taken?” he asks arching a brow … you nod unable to form a tangible sentence… “I’m Hyungwon by the way” he nods in your direction”… “Y/N” you sound bashful even to your own ears… Hyungwon smirks… his eyes fixated on your face… “Do you believe in seizing the day?” he asks right before taking a sip of his iced Americano…

JOOHEON: I WANNA SAY JOOHONEY BELIEVES IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT BC THAT’S THE KINDA WORLD I WANNA LIVE IN OKKKRRTTT…

*HE WOULD FALL FOR HIS BLIND DATE AT FIRST SIGHT OF COURSE*

Jooheon sat perfectly still in his chair… his mind was racing and his heart was pounding… What if you didn’t like him?What if he didn’t like you? he was too entranced in everything that could wrong that he almost didn’t notice you saunter in… time seemed to stop… his breath caught in his throat and he swore he heard the birds start to sing… You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen… “Jooheon?” you asked sheepishly… your voice was soft and put him at ease instantly… “Y/N?” he replied rising from his seat and walking towards you… “Nice to meet you!” he stammered… his dimples were on full display as wrapped you in a tight hug … your heart skipped a beat at his proximity… he was warm and you felt like you could stay in that embrace forever… “Say Y/N do you believe in love at first sight?” Jooheon cooed softly in your ear… “I’m starting to” you replied…

I.M: I HAVE SAID IT ONCE AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN… CHANGKYUN DOES NOT BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT…

*HE DOES HOWEVER BELIEVE IN SOUL MATES*

Changkyun’s fingers intertwined themselves with your own before bringing your knuckles to his lips and grazing them with a fleeting kiss… “This is the same booth where we had our first date” … “And our first fight” you interject” …”and where I asked you to be my wife” he retorts with a wink… you take a slow sip of your coffee in order to hide your wide grin… “And where you found out you’re going to be a dad… you reply cooly… Changkyun’s eyes widen… his lips curl into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen …. he wraps his arms around you so tight you’re practically on his lap…” his lips are at your forehead, cheeks and mouth all at once as he cooes sweet nothings in your ears… “Guess we’ll be eating coffee cake for two” he quips…

ALL THIS CHEESE !!!!!!!!

I REALLY HOPED YOU LIKED THIS BC IT WAS SOO FUN TO MAKE LIKE OMG… I LOVE MONSTA X AND THEY ARE SWEETHEARTS

#kpopwritingnet #MONSTA X MOST TO LEAST LIKELY OT7 #MONSTA X #son hyunwoo #SHOWNU #shin hoseok #WONHO #LEE MINHYUK #MINHYUK #YOO KIHYUN #KIHYUN #chae hyungwon #HYUNGWON #LEE JOOHEON #JOOHEON #I.M #im changkyun

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