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sytco · 3 years

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common blessings [joochan]

pairing: childhood friend!hong joochan x reader

word count: 3.5k (!)

requested: "toothrotting fluff ft. joochan"

dedicated to @sahiflowers.

a/n: im SO SO sorry this took so long and i hope u like it even a little and that it makes u smile thank u for being so patient ily!! ily!!! reminder im always here for u!!

In which you find that time is meaningless when Joochan is not by your side.

wonderboy.

Sometimes, you speculate whether Joochan has some kind of genius for finding you as soon as the school bell rings, signalling the end of another day.

Today, he surprises you behind the auditorium where you lean against a maple tree, hugging your bag to your chest, because you’ve skipped your last period (Introduction to Psychology) in favor of lying on the grass so you can watch the clouds in peace. And Joochan smiles a fond, fond smile because you have that look on your face again that you only get when you’re lost in thought.

“Missed me?”

You tense from shock before relaxing at the sight of your boyfriend who widens his arms so you can walk right into them.

“How’d you find me?” Your voice is muffled in the fabric of his vest and Joochan reaches up so he can play with the back of your collar.

“Just had a little hunch you might be here.” And this is the answer he always gives, accompanied with the same smug smile each time.

You pout even if Joochan can’t see it. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

“Well now,” he says in an affected voice that sounds like the narrator from that National Geographic documentary on penguins the two of you watched last week, “I can’t afford to have you getting your hands on all my secrets, can I? I’ve got to keep some things to myself so that in ten year's time, you’ll still think I’m the most amazing and magical boy in the universe.”

It’s ridiculous, you think, how it’s nearly winter but the way you can feel the laughter that starts in his chest and electrifies you to your fingertips is more than capable of keeping you warm and making you feel like you’re really alive.

“Doesn’t matter if I find out all your secrets or not,” you mumble, “you’ll always be the most amazing and magical boy in the universe to me.”

From the courtyard around the corner, you can hear Jaehyun shouting a loud “Oi Joochan!”.

Joochan ignores him and instead casually pecks your cheek with a kiss that feels like a blessing. “Always?”

You tilt your head as though unsure. "Well… for at least fifty years, probably.”

“Fifty?!” Joochan echoes in mock outrage, and you playfully poke his side to which he flinches slightly.

“I was lying. I meant for all of time ever.”

And despite him doing his best to hide it, your boyfriend melts instantly, burying his face in the crook of your neck where he’s probably smiling his brilliant smile that feels like the sun against your skin.

Jaehyun’s voice interrupts the peace and quiet once again with a noticeably louder and more panicked tone.

“Hong Joochan! We’re going to be late for soccer practice!”

Joochan groans exaggeratedly and you can’t help but giggle at his theatrics. “Wish I didn’t have to go to stupid practice,” he grumbles.

“You know, I’ll wait for you in the library until you’re done,” you offer and Joochan perks up - if only slightly because your arms still feel like heaven after years of loving you, and two hours of kicking a ball around (while Donghyun and Jibeom brainstorm inventive ways to trip each other up, much to Coach Lee’s chagrin) just can’t compete. He tells you as much in the way his arms tighten around you.

“You’re the best,” Joochan declares suddenly, “I might be the most amazing and magical boy in the universe, but you’re the best.”

You snort. “Go to practice already before Jaehyun starts going spare, wonderboy.”

Joochan kisses your forehead one last time before he detaches himself from you with a dejected sigh and picks up your bag, slinging it over his shoulder despite your protests. “Walk with me to the oval?”

You slip your hand into his hand only to find it a perfect fit and wonder briefly if there is anywhere in this world you would not walk to with Hong Joochan, the boy who has a smile like sunlight and a personality like a billion shooting stars.

“Of course.”

fm.

There is the occasional moment in which you wish that your boyfriend wasn’t so exceedingly talented in nearly every field he tries his hand at, because the various extracurriculars that Joochan (being the naturally energetic and enthusiastic person he is) involves himself with have an awful way of making tremendous demands on his time towards the end of the semester.

Right now is one of those moments when Joochan trudges into your room and dives face first onto your bed without even bothering to shake his coat off. “So what was it today?” you ask in a voice that betrays your concern and Joochan can’t help but smile at it.

“Theatre rehearsal,” he yawns, “then string quartet practice. Also an hour of soccer drills with some of the boys. Even though it’s a Saturday.”

You get up from your chair at the desk so you can sit on the bed where Joochan immediately moves his head onto your lap, lifting your hand and resting it on his hair. You absentmindedly start stroking it, staring out the window at a soft grey sky.

“Did you eat?”

Joochan shakes his head. “No time. My dumb E string broke again so I barely managed to have half an apple before we went straight into a new Mozart piece today. Think we might perform it at the next concert. You’d come, right?” And he asks that in a self-assured tone, because he already knows what your answer is going to be.

You give it to him anyway because there’s no point in hiding your blatant admiration for all that he does. “No matter what.”

“And just to see me, right?”

You fake a pause that has Joochan peering up at you suspiciously.

“You do know I have friends who aren’t you that are participating in the concert, right? Like Jangjun and Sungyoon?”

Joochan scowls. “But none of those hooligans are your boyfriend, who - in case you forgot but I do know you’d never - is me.”

“That’s quite true,” you concede before leaning down to kiss his cheek with a smile that makes Joochan’s stomach fill with butterflies which are probably colored pink and green and blue. It never gets old, he thinks: your talent for turning his world upside down in a look or a word or an action. And you don’t even know you’re doing it most of the time.

“Mean,” he accuses but in a half-hearted manner and your smile only widens because you know that Joochan is supremely happy despite his exhaustion, if the way his brow has smoothed completely and he has started drawing little stars on your knee is anything to go by.

There’s a gentle lull in the conversation while you continue to run your fingers through Joochan’s hair, and especially his fringe. It’s almost as though time has passed you by, leaving you together in your own little reality where things like hazy futures and big concerts and broken violin strings do not dare draw near.

“Wanna order something later on for dinner?” you ask quietly.

“Maybe,” he grins through closed eyes, “but nap first.”

Your radio continues to run, and you drift in and out of listening to the DJ duo while watching the rain finally fall outside.

“It’s been pretty cold recently, hasn’t it?” one of the DJs opens the conversation after a small stream of ads.

“Sure has, pal. And speaking of the cold, apparently our first snow of the season is scheduled for next week Friday!”

“So do you have any plans lined up with a special someone?”

“Just had to remind me of how single I am, didn’t you”- rambunctious peals of laughter crackle from the speakers - “but maybe some of our lovely listeners will send in their plans for next Friday.”

“I sure did - and wow, they’re already pouring in! Do you wanna read one out?”

“Let’s see… Listener ha_miii_ran says: ‘I’m planning on confessing to my crush of two years. I’m pretty nervous about this so I’m hoping the two of you will wish me luck!’ All the best of luck to you, Ha Miran-nim, from the both of us. I don’t know how you’re planning on it, but hopefully the first snow will act as a good luck charm for you!”

“Yeah, good luck Ha Miran-nim!” the other DJ chimes in. “Be sure to update us on how it goes!”

“Well, we’ll be back with some more stories after this excerpt from a famous piano concerto - maybe some of our more classically-inclined audience will recognise its globally renowned composer.”

A beautiful melody begins to play and you’re on the cusp of losing yourself in the music when you are most abruptly interrupted by a sleepy, but decisive, “Gershwin.”

You blink down at Joochan. “What?”

“It’s Gershwin. The composer. Don't you think your boyfriend's clever for knowing that?"

“I thought my boyfriend was asleep, actually,” and you narrow your eyes.

“I was,” Joochan protests, “I only woke up when they were talking about the snow or something. And then they talked about that person who’s confessing to their crush of two years - got me thinking about how I can relate because I vividly remember having a crush on you for at least three before I could muster up the courage to confess. Which ended up working out for the best, you know,” he adds in a thoughtful tone, “but sometimes I’d get so nervous just thinking about it that I couldn’t sleep at all. Anyways, I’m really hungry now, so can we order something soon please?”

Maybe it’s the way he so nonchalantly wears his heart for you on his sleeve, or maybe it’s the way he looks at you as though you have strung the Milky Way itself together and made a gift of it to him. Maybe it’s the way you simply realize that you might not be able to live with yourself if you were to lose your boyfriend, ever. But for whatever reason it is, a thousand smiles bloom in your heart and you lean down to give Joochan a kiss that hopefully tastes like everything you cannot possibly put into words.

“Anything you want,” you whisper, and Joochan draws a heart on your knee in response.

enchanted.

You’re outside the auditorium again but in front of it, this time, and not behind. The post-concert hubbub has died down, mostly owing to the fact that much of the audience has left already whether it’s to a late congratulatory supper or down to the boardwalk where fireworks are scheduled to go off at midnight. The bouquet of lily of the valleys in your hand trembles slightly as you use your other hand to fumble around for your ringing phone.

“Hello?”

“You’re waiting outside, right?” Joochan asks.

“Yeah, I am.”

“See, Donghyun, I told you I was right about - wait. Wait! Don't move!”

And then you have less than two seconds to process exactly what is happening before your boyfriend catches you up in a running embrace that sends the world spinning in a flurry of snow and stars and kisses that Joochan plants all over your cheeks. He remains blissfully unaware that somewhere in the vicinity, Donghyun has started making gagging sounds at your very public display of affection, punctuated by Jaehyun’s giggling. (You pay them no mind.)

“Did you enjoy the concert?” he asks, fond expectation twinkling in his eyes.

You nod too much. “You were incredible,” you tell him honestly, and Joochan beams.

“I was, wasn’t I?” he says in a satisfied voice as he pulls you closer. “Guess all those hours of practice paid off.”

“It’s almost like that’s the whole point of practicing,” you tease.

“It’s lucky you’re cute and I’m hopelessly in love with you,” Joochan crinkles his nose in contrived distaste for your little jab before hugging you again so he can hear you whisper just how proud you are of him, right into his ear.

And the two of you stay like that for a little before you remember the gift you brought with you.

“For me?” And the look in his eyes reminds you of how he looked at you when you first told him that you loved him too - or maybe of every time you’ve told him that you love him too.

“Who else?”

He snaps up the bouquet, pressing it against his nose and inhaling deeply with a smile. "This is a nice surprise."

"They mean 'return to happiness'," you say, gently touching a little white bloom that looks like a star against the backdrop of Joochan's black school blazer. "Thought it was cute. And the florist was sold out of roses anyway."

Joochan laughs with the warmth of a thousand sunbeams and puts your hand in his so he can start gently tugging you away.

“But your violin”- you begin protesting.

“But nothing,” he shushes you as the school gets smaller and smaller behind you in the distance. “I don’t even want to see that thing for a week. Hey, and guess what - I found a secret place for just you and me so we can watch the fireworks without being pressed up against everyone else like sardines in a tin can.”

“You and I are going to watch the fireworks?” you echo, surprise colouring your voice.

Joochan’s exhale turns into a giggle. “Who else?” And you dig an elbow into his side, hiding a smile at his antics.

The two of you stroll down quiet streets and you lean into your boyfriend’s comforting warmth. Most shops are closed with the exception of some fast food chains and convenience stores, but you notice almost none of them now as Joochan picks up the pace, his excitement bleeding into the quiet song he sings that floats up in the air and is lost somewhere in the stars above.

“Here we are,” says Joochan proudly and he helps you up into the little gazebo at the top of the hill you hadn’t realized you were climbing. “Take this,” he adds as he tosses you a torch that brightly illuminates the space you’re in as soon as you switch it on. You turn to the rustling sounds on your left, finally seeing the wooden bench that Joochan is busy spreading a rug over.

“You planned this beforehand?” And there’s a note of wonder in your voice - the same kind that only Joochan ever seems to be able to evoke. “I thought we were going straight home.”

He gestures for you to sit next to him with a charming smile and you do so immediately. “Told you I can’t give up all the secrecy. Not yet.” Or, he thinks privately to himself, not when you look at him like that.

The golden light from the torch casts long shadows over the grass and gives Joochan’s face a nearly ethereal glow that reminds you of summer sunsets despite the cold. You slip into a soft and easy silence - one that comes from memories built upon memories, resulting in a code made up of gazes and touch that only the two of you will ever understand. And so when he squeezes your hand gently, you instantly open your arms for him to sink right into.

There’s only a few minutes left until midnight when you finally speak.

“Joochan,” you murmur.

“Mm?”

“You ever think about where we’ll be this time next year?”

Joochan shifts his posture slightly. “Often, actually. Especially when I go to sleep at night and think about tomorrow - then I’ll wonder if it’ll even remotely go the way I want it to.”

“And how do you usually want it to go?” you ask.

“Someone has a lot of questions today,” Joochan remarks with a droll look on his face that makes you laugh briefly before his expression sobers. “But usually I want it to go safely. You know? Everything in its proper place and things like that. And more importantly, I want to know all the time that I’ll be able to see you.”

You’re silent for a moment, looking out over the view of the city. If you squint, you can just make out the boardwalk by the beach and the crowds of people who have gathered there, young and old alike. “I’m scared sometimes.”

Joochan frowns. “Scared of what? I’ll fight it off for you,” and he waves a threatening fist at nothing in particular.

“The future, I guess. It sounds silly but… sometimes I don’t know if we’ll always be okay. Like this, the way things are right now. Whether it’s tomorrow or next year or even after that.” Your voice fades in volume until it’s nearly lost against the threads of your scarf, and Joochan’s heart breaks a little when he hears it: the genuine uncertainty and timid fear that seeps past the smile you give him in an effort to hide it.

“Why do you think we might not be okay?”

You look down at your feet, almost embarrassed by your own honesty. “Well, people… change, Joo. They move places, and have goals to achieve and dreams to chase down. And we’re not immune to that either.”

It’s Joochan’s turn to be silent for a bit as he mulls over your words before he straightens in your hold, turning his face towards you so he can affectionately bump his nose against yours. “You’re right,” he says in a voice that mirrors your sadness, “and it would be a lie to say I don’t think about the same things you do. But”- and he leans in to give you a quick kiss that’s shaped like a smile - “it’d also be a lie to say that every dream doesn’t feature you in it. Because every dream of mine that I’ve ever had places you centre stage.”

He kisses you again, a little longer - a little more wistfully.

“You see, the real problem here is that you have me perpetually thinking that I can’t do any of this without you,” he says simply. “Whether it’s late night phone calls or early morning messages; or maybe we’ll find ourselves having to book flights for each other, holding bags full of gifts that remind us of us. And maybe it’ll be hard and maybe I’ll wake up some days, knowing I won’t be able to see you. But that doesn’t mean we won’t be okay.”

You swallow and Joochan watches you carefully, the urgency in his eyes prompting him to lift your chin so you can see it too.

“Even if we change,” he continues in a whisper, hoping you will understand the heart in his words. “And we should. And we will, and we’ll still be okay. You believe me, don’t you? Seeing as I’m the most amazing and magical boy in the universe?”

Somewhere, midnight comes and goes and the fireworks start, dousing you and Joochan in bursts of coloured light.

“Of course I do,” you smile with eyes that glitter with tears of relief and he pulls you into a tight hug, so tight you can feel every movement of his rib cage as he breathes in and out.

For once, you do not feel that fear deep down that threatens to taint your time with the only boy you think you cannot live without. And so you unreservedly hold him in return, fingers running through his hair as he tells you that he loves you, over and over again.

up, up and away.

There had been a time during your childhood when your one greatest wish had been to go see the stars.

So your friend Joochan, in all his clumsy sincerity, had done his best to make you a rocket out of a box he’d found at home. He’d then brought it to your house after he’d finished it, blue marker staining his fingertips and glitter shaped like stars lost in his thick fringe.

The two of you had sat in it together and looked up at the moon, holding hands from childish innocence and recounting thrilling tales of adventures you’d never had. And before having to go home to bed that day, he’d made you a promise that present-day Joochan complains about not being able to fulfill.

“I know I said I’d take you to the stars,” Joochan sighs in displeasure from where he lies on your bed, right next to you, “but while your boyfriend is exceptionally talented, you do know I’m no astronaut, right?”

You hold his hand in response and look into his eyes that sparkle with mirth and deeper in, shine with a love that always gives you peace.

It may be that Joochan will never be able to keep his promise of taking you to space in a real, functioning rocket. But, as you drop a kiss on his mouth that soon widens into a brilliant smile, you can’t find it in yourself to really care.

After all, it’s hard to miss the stars when for you, they all start with Joochan and end with him.

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marinetteplztakeabreak · 4 years

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Adrimi Practice Date

Rating: G

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Adrien Agreste/ Kagami Tsurugi

Warning: anxiety, some angst, secret relationship, lots of fluff

Word Count: 784

Summary: Kagami and Adrien do not know how the heck to have a relationship, but they are trying their best and having fun, which is what matters

Author’s Note: can you believe this is the first time i've officially written adrimi? I love them so much but i am still figuring out how to write them lol. I wrote this fic in like 90 minutes because I need more practice with these two, and because they deserve more content. Not beta read, all mistakes are mine

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kagami’s heartbeat was roaring in her ears, pulsing relentlessly through her fingertips. Nonetheless, she made sure her breathing looked perfectly normal, albeit a little deeper so she could take in enough oxygen. No one in the crowded food court needed to know how tense she was.

For the hundredth time, Kagami ran through her mental checklist. Her phone was turned all the way off, so she couldn’t be tracked. She wore cheap sunglasses and a sweatshirt from the Eiffel Tower’s gift shop, so she’d blend in with the tourists.

She had already planned and rehearsed her scripts for a thousand different scenarios: ready to pretend that she couldn’t speak French, ready to pretend she didn’t know who “Kagami” was, ready with a dozen different alibis and excuses for being here.

She glared at her Pokemon wristwatch, another cheap trinket to hide her identity, and pointedly stared at the ticking arms, as if they could be intimidated into moving in reverse.

“Hey,” Adrien suddenly appeared, looking slightly out of breath, and collapsing in the chair across from her. Kagami’s thunderous heartbeat immediately quieted into something much more bearable. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“Seventy-four seconds isn’t really late,” Kagami said, impassively, as if she hadn’t spent every one of those seconds descending into panic. She tried to be open about her feelings, but Adrien looked like he was on the verge of tears, and Kagami had absolutely no idea how to handle it if he started crying.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” Adrien’s voice cracked slightly, “I just couldn’t get out, and Natalie decided to change my schedule at the last second, and it should’ve been better because I had more free time, but I miscalculated and then there was that akuma attack and I... got stuck... and I forgot and...”

“Adrien!” Kagami said, and then immediately flinched. That had been much too loud, What if she’d blown their cover, what if she’d ruined-

Deep breaths, slow breathing.

Kagami shoved down the wave of terror and nausea and forced herself to speak quietly.

“Adrien,” she whispered, “it was only a few seconds. You’re not even late. You don’t need to apologize.” She tried to twist her mouth into something resembling a smile and hoped she sounded supportive and not audibly fake.

Adrien looked at her silently for a long time. He opened his mouth to argue before changing his mind, finally closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths.

“Thanks,” he said softly. “I don’t deserve you.”

The corner of his mouth twitched into a small smile, and Kagami rapidly tried to figure out what the proper reaction was. She was getting better at socializing; she wasn’t going to be an idiot and say something stupid like, “you’re welcome.”

Was she supposed to hold his hand? Chide him for being self-deprecating? Sit quietly and smile back? Tell him that she was selfish, and just wanted to make him happy because his presence made her feel calmer and more excited than anything else?

“What’s a balloon’s least favorite kind of music?”

Kagami’s mind screamed at her. Why was that the first thing she came up with? She had definitely researched serious conversations, and she was pretty sure that the proper etiquette wasn’t panicking and changing the subject to a mildly funny joke.

“What?” Adrien blinked.

“Pop,” Kagami said quickly. Her throat felt dry. “Because… balloons, and popping is bad, but there’s also pop music, like popular music, so it’s funny...”

Adrien laughed. Actually laughed, not just a small smile. Suddenly, everything was okay again.

"Did you still want to get smoothies?" Adrien asked. He looked so much happier now. Kagami didn't know how it had helped, but she was still relieved.

"I'm not really hungry," Kagami said, immediately regretting it. They were going on a smoothie date; it wasn't about being hungry. Why couldn't she think before she said things?

"Oh, okay." Adrien, at least, didn't look worried. "Do you want to pretend to be tourists and look for tacky souvenir socks?"

"Yes," Kagami said, so quickly it was almost embarrassing.. "My disguise isn't complete without them," she added as if that was a perfectly normal excuse for her enthusiasm. "And it will be fun to beat you again."

"Bold words coming from someone who lost the 'who can find the tackiest souvenir hoodie' competition," Adrien smirked, and Kagami's pulse sped up against her will.

"That won't happen again," Kagami said, failing to keep the affection out of her voice.

Adrien offered Kagami a hand as she stood up, which made her nerves buzz, but she tried not to let it distract her. She would have time to be stupid in love after she defeated him.

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End Notes: thank you for reading!!

Reblogs are appreciated and comments will motivate me to write more adrimi!!

i'm working on a long(er) adrimi fic (probably around 5k) with actual plot, but I'm probably going to post a few drabbles first just for practice

let me know if you have any ideas for other drabbles <3

Thank you again!!

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yugyummygot7reactions · 4 years

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Got7 Reaction: They Were Late For A Date And You Left And Got Hurt

Mark: I think he would retreat into himself. I think he would apologize quietly and just sit by your side, doing small things to make it up to you; no grand gestures. I don’t think he handles stress super well and since he is naturally quiet, I think he would handle processing something like this internally.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

Jaebeom: I can see JB freaking out that you got into an accident. I think he has probably missed a few breakfast dates in the past because he fell asleep writing or was in the studio all night mixing. I also think he would lie and tell you it was that and not tell you it was because he was too hungover to go. He would apologize with your favorite foods and offer all the cuddles with him and his cats. I also think he would stick by your side until you were healed, even letting you come to rehearsals and recordings with him.

“I’ll make sure you get better quickly! I’m so sorry, this was my fault.”

Jackson: This boy would panic. He would cling to you crying, freaking out that you were hurt. He would cancel his schedules to baby you back to health and wouldn’t stop cuddling you for weeks even after you were healed. He would own up to his mistake and would even swear off drinking so it wouldn’t happen again. It would be over the top. I can also see him doing a grand gesture with flowers, balloons, and gifts to make it up to you.

“I HURT MY BABY!!!! I’M SO SORRY!!!”

Jinyoung: I think Jinyoung would panic. He would apologize with tears in his eyes. He would feel like he failed as a boyfriend for not showing up and not being able to protect you from the accident. He would have a whole date night laid out for you to try to make up for what happened. Even if you told him he didn’t have to do that much, he wouldn’t listen.

“I couldn’t protect you! This was my fault!!”

Youngjae: Youngjae would be loud and panicked. He would be freaking out something bad happened to you all because he didn’t show up for breakfast. He would be beside himself. I think he would try to make it up to you by always being with you for breakfast from now on, or at least video chatting you during breakfast if he couldn’t physically be there. He would even cook the food for you or order you take-out every day.

“I will never let you eat breakfast alone again”

Bam Bam: He would do everything to make it up to you. I think this is something that might happen more than once with Bam Bam, so he would have an apology ready for when he forgot a date because of stuff with the boys. You getting hurt would freak him out though. I can see him demanding you go to the ER, get all the tests, and then he would pamper you back to full health to make up for it.

“You are seeing a professional, I don’t care if you think it’s just a few scrapes. You will not be scarred because of me!”

Yugyeom: I think this would break Yugyeom. He would be begging for forgiveness the second he saw you with tears in his eyes. He would blame himself for you getting hurt and nothing you could say would change his mind. He would be honest about why he forgot to meet you and would have flowers and your favorite coffee drink in hand to start making it up to you.

“I shouldn’t have drank so much! I should have been with you instead.”

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blu-joons · 5 years

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Arguing With You Whilst You’re Pregnant ~ Jeon Jungkook

You were mortified, having to cancel your scan last minute after Jungkook failed to show up from rehearsals in time to pick you up. It was a big deal to you both, or so you thought, but perhaps other things seemed to be a bit more important for him instead.

You’d left several messages on his phone, but you got nothing in response from him, having to reschedule until the next week, hoping this time he’d remember.

Eventually, he arrived home that evening, six hours later than scheduled, with a big smile on his face. You glared as he walked in, watching his expression drop, confused by how angered you looked.

“What?” He shrugged, throwing himself down on the sofa.

Your hand rested over your blossoming baby bump in the hope that would jog his memory, but he was oblivious, switching the television on, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. You leaned forward, trying to capture his attention, furrowing your brows.

“Is something wrong? The baby?” He questioned, trying to figure out what could have possibly caused the strained expression on your face.

You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’ve seriously forgotten what we were supposed to be doing today, haven’t you?”

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember at all what it was that you were supposed to be doing. As far as he knew, today was just another normal day, a long day at the studio, only he hoped to come home to a big cuddle from you.

He pulled his phone out, checking through his calendar, empty. He then looked at his tatted diary on the coffee table, empty, unused for several weeks now.

It took you by complete surprise seeing how unfazed he was, the scan was incredibly important to you, to see your baby and make sure everything was alright, but quite clearly that meant nothing to Jungkook, who cared so little, he couldn’t even remember about it.

“I don’t understand, can you tell me what it was I’m supposed to have missed?”

You stood up from the sofa, picking up your phone and bottle of water from the coffee table. Your eyes fell on your baby bump, then across to him. “Today was the day of our scan Jungkook, but clearly all of that meant nothing to you.”

“What!”

The second he heard you say the words, he remembered it all. He remembered that the two of you had arranged for him to leave the studio at lunchtime, pick you up and then go out for a nice meal after. The conversations the two of you had had just a couple of hours ago about the exciting prospect of having your first child together.

You brushed past him on the sofa, walking into the kitchen to make yourself a mug of tea, hearing him sigh, his fist coming down, hitting the arm of the sofa harshly. Without thought, he followed behind you, brushing his hands through his hair.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I know it’s no excuse, but I completely forgot. Works been busy, and things just got up on top of me,” he defended.

“Save it Kook, I’m not interested,” you responded, looking away from him whilst you put the kettle on.

All he wanted to do was make things right, it didn’t look like it to you, but the scan was hugely important to him. The thought of seeing his baby was the only thing that had kept him going over a long and difficult couple of days.

You walked straight past him, opening the mug cupboard, reaching on your tiptoes to grab your favourite. It had slipped a little further back than usual, making you reach further, grabbing onto the hold only to feel a tight pain in your stomach.

“Ouch,” you hissed, letting go of the mug, holding onto the kitchen counter to support yourself.

Instantly Jungkook reacted, coming to your side, pulling out one of the chairs of the dining table, helping you to sit down. He grabbed your water, placing it in front of you, kneeling so his face was level with yours.

“Are you alright?” He asked, cupping both sides of your face, heartbroken as he saw the pained expression etched across your face, holding both your hands underneath your bump prying the pain away.

You looked across at him, “I’m fine, leave me alone.”

He shook his head, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “I’m not going to leave you Y/N, you need me. Is this the first bit of pain you’ve felt, or has it been hurting you before?”

“The first time,” you sighed, feeling his hands run along your sides, sneaking under your hands to massage the spot where the pain came from.

Panic arose in him, all the worst-case scenarios flooded his mind, he didn’t know what to do, what you needed from him, all he wanted to do was be there for you both. Instantly he began to worry about the baby, resting you as best he could.

The ping of the kettle in the background caused you to sigh heavily, you were still annoyed with Jungkook, craving a mug of tea, yet instead your baby decided to be a little disturbance. Jungkook took it as a sign, your baby reminding you both not to argue, remembering how much of an exciting time this was for you both.

“Look, I’m sorry for missing the scan, you know it meant a great deal to me too, but we need to look past this, I’m worried about you Y/N, is pain normal?” He panicked.

Your shoulders shrugged, you wanted to be sarcastic, but the pain you felt was too overwhelming to be humorous. He was right, you did need him, he was your absolute rock.

Slowly the pain began to subside, with deep breaths taken, and Jungkook’s helpful massage, you began to relax, stretching your legs out, throwing your head back as everything began to fall back into the place, the pain came to a comfortable end, softening the expression on your face.

“Is that better?” Jungkook asked, quickly picking up on you relaxing.

“Yeah.”

“Come sit on the sofa, I’ll make you a cup of tea in a moment, just take some time for yourself and the baby.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, helping you to the sofa. He puffed several of the cushions to make things comfortable for you, helping you to lay down.

He then sat beside you, resting his arm over your tummy, continuing to massage soft circles over it. “I understand that you’re still probably upset with me, and I cannot apologise enough for missing the scan, I never wanted to miss it, it just completely slipped my mind. I know sorry probably isn’t good right now, but I am going to be here for you both.

“I was really looking forward to it all Kook, seeing our baby, getting the photos, even just being able to spend time with you.”

He nodded lightly, knowing it was going to take some time to make things up to you, even if you did have a soft smile on your face. “Are you sure you’re pain free now?”

“I’m fine, I just stretched a bit too far to reach my mug, that’s all. It’s never hurt me before, it’s probably just the baby having a bit of a wriggle around in there.”

“Did you manage to rearrange the scan?”

You nodded, reaching out to cup the side of his face. “Luckily, we’ve got an appointment next week that was free, just please don’t miss this one.”

“I promise I will never miss anything ever again when it comes to our baby, I’ve let you down once, and once it will remain. I’m here for the two of you always, whenever. I’m really looking forward to the scan.”

“Me too, it’s going to be very special.”

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Just a silly Crush

6,048 words

Warnings:

Contains major character deaths.

This is written in Ochako’s POV so the reader is Uraraka.

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Just a silly Crush

“Okay listen up, Next week UA is hosting a Halloween festival.”

Cheers erupt as Aizawa addresses the class, until his glare silenced everyone. “This is basically an excuse for students to blow off steam” he sighed “the school will be decorated and the Main Street will be the main attraction, but each class has a private gym for their own use. That being said, you are all expected to take this seriously. In today’s society new heroes especially need to know how to impress people to get better ratings. You’ll all be expected to act respectfully, and dress for the occasion.” –

“SO, WE GET TO SEE ALL THE GIRLS IN SKIMPY HALLOWEEN COSTU~” Mineta’ s outburst is cut short by Aizawa’s capture weapon wrapping all around him.

“As I was trying to say,” he sighed “the school might just be using this for students to have fun, I expect you all to act respectfully and appropriately. Now you all already voted, so for your free time you will get a dance, present mic will DJ for you for 2 hours then you are free to do as you please.”

You raise your hand “Mr. Aizawa? Are we sure this is safe? I mean after all we’ve been through in this year alone! How do we know villains won’t attack? Thinking back over your career at UA, supposedly the top hero school it didn’t make sense how your class had been attacked so often, it almost seemed like the villain’s had an inside look at how UA operates.

“Uraraka, the school thinks this is a good idea for all of you, obviously there will be enhanced security procedures.” He sighed again “But the life of a hero is never safe, you always have to be ready to jump into action. If you want an easy job, then obviously the hero isn’t the right one for you” he gives you a pointed look as he climbs into his obnoxiously bright sleeping bag.

“Anyways that’s all I have for you today, you're all dismissed” and somehow, he’s asleep before anyone can pack up.

“Man, that was harsh!” you blush “I just want everyone to have a good time! I know hero work is hard”

“At least we get to dance again! You were all getting so good!” Mina jumps and throws her arms around you and the other girls who had gathered around you.

“I must say, this does sound like an excellent opportunity for us to grow. My first internship was all about making good impressions in the media” Momo chimed in, gathering a collection of agreements from the class until a loud voice took over “THAT’S RIGHT” you immediately recognize Iida’s booming voice “EVERYONE, WE MUST DO OUR BEST TO SHOW OUR SCHOOL SPIRIT AND ADVANCE OUR CAREERS AS HEROS!!!”

As Iida continues his surprisingly well-rehearsed speech Mina leans down and whispers in your ear “hey Ochako, this might be the perfect chance for you!!”

“Perfect chance for what?” you respond confused,

“For you to confess of course!”

“WHAT!” you shriek,

you swear you couldn’t blush any harder if you tried “Whatdoyoumeanwahtareyoutakingabout” you whisper again, panicked as you wait for what feels like forever for her response.

But it never comes.

“Uraraka?”

Instead, a new voice joins the conversation, “What’s going on are you okay?”

It’s only then that you see that all eyes are on you, thanks to your unexpected outburst.

You were wrong, you apparently could blush harder. Deku’s voice breaks through your shock, as he asks again, “are you okay?” you swear you could see a hint of pink dusting his freckled cheeks, as he stares into your eyes.

You’re never going to stop blushing at this point.

You stare intently back until you feel a sharp pain in your ribs, “Ouch” you cry rubbing the spot where Mina had elbowed you, bringing you back to reality. Oh yeah. The whole class was still staring at you. “I’M FINE, EVERYTHING'S FINE, NOTHING TO SEE HERE!” you say louder, and higher than you meant. Slowly everyone begins to go back to their conversations and leave the classroom. Snickering Mina links your arms together and leads the two of you to your next class, Hagakure joins you and links her arm around your free arm, ‘I agree with Mina, I think you should confess too,” she pauses before adding “Mina! Have you figured it out yet? Who do you think it is?”

Panic strikes again, “What are you talking about Toru? Figured who out?” You question as you fake a sense of nonchalance. “Who you have a crush on silly” Mina laughs back. “oh, ah that”

“I need to get a drink” you announce quickly, surprising both girls and wiggle your arms free despite their protests. You tell them you’ll see them in your next class and speed down the hallway, still hearing their speculations on who they think your “crush” is.

***

Mina’s words stuck with you for the rest of the day and it passed in a blur, it felt like no time had passed before you were sitting in the dorm common room with the rest of the girls doing your homework. Most of the boys had joined you too, the only ones missing were Bakugou, who never really hung out with anyone other than Kirishima, who was also missing. And Deku who you could see outside training in the fall air. You looked around at all the strong young heroes and thought about how each one inspired you towards your own goals, you thought hard about each of your supposed crushes;

Iida who was always confident in his decisions and sometimes good to a fault.

Bakugou, even though he appeared rough he had treated you like an equal during your fight at the sports festival and continued to stand up for you in your absence.

And Deku, Deku who had risked his life to save you before you even knew him, Deku who you secretly tried to help by giving your hero points after the UA entrance exam, Deku who had a heart of gold and worked harder than anyone to reach his goal of living up to the legacy of the number one hero, and you knew he could do it too, one day. And that scared you.

Leaning over to Mina who was sitting on the couch beside you, you whisper “You’re right. I’m going to do it. It’s time to confess”

***

Each passing day brought more excitement and anxiety, but you had made up your mind, you knew that you would last much longer, there was already suspicion and suspicion brought more eyes than you wanted on you. You had to solidify your plan, there was no room for error, with so many attempts behind you, you knew that this had to succeed.

You stared out the window as your mind raced, going over every aspect of the night ahead of you, and exactly what you wanted to say - “I’m sorry Uraraka, is this lesson boring you?” A deep voice asked.

Aizawa.

Oh yeah, you need to factor him in too. “NO! Of course not! I’m sorry! I… I was just…...thinking about tonight….” you confess to your teacher,

“Just pay attention please” Is all he responds to, as he turns back to the bored, and you finally clue into the lesson. It's on hero costumes??

You look up to see a crude drawing of Deku’s hero outfit with point’s to where he needs to improve aspects or where he succeeded. Did he go over everyones costumes and you just didn’t notice?

His voice interrupts your train of thought again, “I know everyone is excited about tonight, but remember that UA has a lot riding on this, there have been too many incidents this year and we don’t want UA’s name to look worse in the eye of the public” He sounds almost sarcastic, “Anywho~ that’s I have for you today. Your all dismissed.”

“Mr. Aizawa, we have a full half hour of scheduled class time left?!” Iida immediately questions. “Not to disrespect your authority sir, but should we not continue learning while in our scheduled homeroom class?” The rest of the class members agree and look up expectantly at Aizawa who is struggling to climb into his sleeping bag.

“I’m tired and have nothing else to teach today,” he pauses before adding “besides it seems like most of you are “too distracted” this afternoon.” Finally in his sleeping bag he curls up and closes his eyes. The class slowly begins to gather their things and leave, but apparently not fast enough as aizawa’s voice rings though the room again “ Go get ready for tonight, I’m sure you’ll look totally cu~…….” his voice raised an octave, before he paused to cleared his throat “I’m sure you all want to look your best.”

“And you’re all too loud…….. Leave…….now.”

You looked around at your class, and everyone was staring at your teacher with varied expressions of shock, confusion, and a few horror. “I’ve never known aizawa-sensei to stay awake so long after getting in his sleeping bag” Momo says to Jiro as they leave. Mineta, still horrified, looks up to Kamanari “Was it just me or did Aizawa…sorta sound like a girl!”

“You think EVERYTHING is a girl” Kamanari retorts, chuckling as he leaves the classroom.

The rest of the class leaves the room in a similar fashion. The rest of the school day passes like normal, except maybe for when Bakugou didn’t yell at Deku in the lunch line, but that probably was just Kirishima’s influence, the more time the two of them spent together, the better bakugou's attitude was, Kirishima’s grades seemed to keep rising too. Before you knew it you were sitting on Momo’s monster of a bed with the rest of the 1-A girls, the difference between your room and Momo’s room couldn’t be any more obvious. Jealousy stabbed thought you, you didn’t mean to really, but it’s hard when you see more money in Momo’s dorm bedroom then your family had in their bank accounts combined, and it stung. You didn’t blame Momo, she didn’t choose her rich life any more than you choose to be born to poor parents. All you could think about was the countless times you skipped meals, or “forgot” about school trips, and all the other things you did to save money for your parents. Of course when they found out they were shocked, but you just reassured them that there was nothing you wouldn’t do for your family.

“So have you decided what costume you want Ochako?” Your head snaps up as Momo’s voice interiors your train of thought, “OH! Um, I was thinking about…….well maybe going as a witch?” You admit shyly. “Adorable” croaked Sue, “Omg! You're going to look so cute” Mina chimes in, “Your mystery mans not going to know what hit him!” Hagakure ads.

You feel your face heat up, betraying you as you look over the girls, you know that after tonight everything will be out in the open and different, and you're thankful that they’ve been so supportive of you and your secrets. “Guys! Stop!” You squeak,

“Okay, one witch costume coming right up” Momo says as she begins forming a dark material from her abdomen, “Do you want a hat too?” She questions.

Before long you're all dressed in your costumes, you look around and see Momo as the bride of Frankenstein, she must have talked to Present Mic to get her hair to stay up like that, you think to yourself. Mina’s in the 1-A cheer outfit from the sports festival, Hagakure is going as a skeleton, at first she wanted to just have the bones attached directly to her to look more realistic and spooky, but we very quickly reminded her that Mineta would be around and that idea changed real fast. Now she wore a black bodysuit that you and the girls had painted to look like a skeleton. Sue is looking festive as a pumpkin and Jiro is rocking a suit and tie demon look! You looked down at the costume Momo had made for you, of course it was super stylish, the orange top highlighting the rest of the black dress, you had pulled your short hair back into a small bun, leaving you bangs loose and completing the look with black tights and the tradition witches hat.

***

As you walked the now decorated halls of UA, the festival was just beginning, and there were people everywhere. Not surprisingly everyone was in costume, making it a little difficult to tell who was who. As you continued to walk down to your designated gym you swear you recognized the purple scar-like...makeup? under someone’s mask leading down his neck, he stood almost a head taller than you, but was lost to the crowd as quickly as you spotted him in the first place. “People are really going all out aren’t they?” You say to no one in particular.

As the class enters the “gym”, if it could even be called a gym anymore, given the schools money and use of quirks to completely change its every aspect to fit its needs. The wide room was dimly lit and the floor was covered in a thick fog that wafted around your legs as you walked through it, the wall’s had spider webs, fairy lights, and some cheesy halloween decorations, and the whole space was surprisingly beautiful. The girls were the first in and Mina and Hagakure were already running around the whole room squealing loudly, drawing a few laughs from the rest of the girls. That is until Mina tripped and fell with a scream and was swallowed by the smoke! “Mina!” You cry out as you run across the hall to see what happened to your friend.

“Oh my god what happened” you say as you reach the disturbed smoke, you squint and see Mina still on the ground, she sits up on your approach, “That was super weird, something tripped me but I don’t see anything?”

Suddenly whatever Mina had tripped over was sitting up and right in your faces, next thing you know you're looking right into two dead eyes and a face wrapped in cloth.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH” YOU, MINA AND HAGAKURE ALL SCREAM IN UNISON!

As you’re still trying to catch your breath you hear laughing from behind you, while you were running to Mina’s aid, the rest of your class had come in just in time to see the three of you scream right in your teachers face. “Mr. Aizawa I didn’t know you were going to dress up too” Jiro chuckles, reaching down to help Mina up. You look back at the cause of your fright and now can clearly see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa sitting up staring expectantly at you, and dressed up in a halloween costume no less. “BAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ROUND CHEEKS YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN YOUR FACE” you can still hear Bakugou howling in the background. Your face feels a million degrees hotter than it did two seconds ago, you look up and see a hand reaching down to help you up. It’s Deku.

You slowly reach for his hand, and he easily pulls you to your feet, “That looked like you were really surprised, are you okay?” he asked you earnestly, A blush dusting across his own face as he still holds your hand.

“God you're all so loud” Aizawa groans as he begins to stand up “but you're all here now, your individual class time is starting in two minuets, then after that you are all free to explore the festival.”

“Nice mummy costume Mr.Aizawa!” Denki calls after the retreating man, “wait, if he’s dressed up like a mummy, but he’s our class dad, what do we call him tonight?” you're not sure if he meant to say that out loud, but given the confused look on his face, when the class laughs and groans, you think that was supposed to stay a personal thought, not a public comment. Jiro Punches his shoulder, and only then do you notice that their costumes are matching, you look around the gym to finally look at everyone else, you see iida as some sort of patch work frankenstein, Todoroki is in a classic vampire costume, and looking like he just woke up, Bakugou surprisingly in a partnered costume, is a wolf. Kirishima looks to be his own twist on a little red riding hood, so he’s little Red Riot hood! And you finally look at the boy still holding your hand, And see he’s dressed up as a ghost.

“YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! WHOS READY FOR SOME SPOOOOOKY FUN!!” a voice far too loud for the space invades your ears, and instinctively you scramble to cover them as your eyes search for the loud offender. You see Present Mic standing across the room from the group and an angry Aizawa behind him. “Sorry Listeners!” he sheepishly responds “ NOW FOR THE NEXT TWO HOURS YOUR CLASS IS GONNA DANCE, GROOVE AND HAVE A SCARY GOOD TIME! AIZAWA AND I ARE GOING TO BE MONITORING THE DANCE FLOOR AND DOOR TO KEEP ALL YOU LISTENERS SAFE!” recovering quickly the blond continued to go though the rules of the night, and soon there is music flowing through the room.

Like all school dances at first people just milled around, But Mina and Mic very quickly got almost everyone up and moving around the dance floor and having a great time. You all learn some new dance moves, play a few games and generally enjoy the night, before you know it the two hours is almost over. You’re taking a break for a drink of water, you turn around and see all the girls surrounding you. “Uh, hi guys” you say awkwardly “what’s going on?”

“What’s going on is there’s about half an hour left and it’s time.” Hagakure is the first to speak.

“She's right, Ochako” Says Sue.

“You’ve got this dude, nothing to be scared of”’ Jiro speaks next

“We’re here for you, and this is for your own good” it’s Momo’s turn to encourage you.

“Look, the next song is going to be a slow song! You are going to go out there grab that boy, dance, confess, kiss, and basically live happily ever after!” Mina says finally.

You stare at all of them for a second, then two. You know deep in your heart this is your last chance. In those few seconds you swear your whole life flashed before you. And you make your choice.

“Okay.”

“No need to sound so somber!” “no matter what we love you!” “don’t worry, it’s going to be okay” the girls all group in tight to all hug you, all while telling you things would be okay, and you hugged them all back like it was the last one you’d get. All while trying to believe the words they said.

Slowly they all make their way back to the dance floor as the current song seems to be slowing down. A knock at the door calls Aizawa to answer, seeing as him and Mic were keeping track of who could come in and out for student safety. You watch as Aizawa looks through the small window and waves an okay to Present Mic. So you turn your attention back to the task at hand.

Just as Mina had said, once the upbeat song ended, a much softer and slower song started. You scanned the room, paying no mind to the new people Aizawa had let in, and watched as your classmates coupled up. All the girls had assured you if they started dancing with who you needed to talk to they would understand and let you take their place. But that didn’t appear to be necessary. Momo was dancing with todoroki, Sue with Tokoyami, Mina was causing a scene by stealing Kirishima from Bakugou, saying it was a school dance tradition that they share a dance. Hagakure and Ojiro were dancing quietly, and Denki looked like he was trying to convince Jiro not to be embarrassed, and she looked about two seconds away from actually dancing with him.

Leaving you.

Your eyes wandered the croud one last time, finally locking on the green eyed, green haired boy who had been taking up space in your mind for so long. You crossed the dance floor feeling like all eyes where on you, cheeks as red as can be, “May I have this dance?’’ You barely manage to whisper. You watch as his face lights up and blushes beet red at the same time.

“What! Are you sure? Seriously! Of course” he still looks shocked as you reach out your hand, he takes it. You feel your confidence rising as the two of you begin to dance. It’s blissful and calm for a minute, your hearts both beating a mile a minute, you take a deep breath and lean your head against his shoulder, slowing the dance to barely swaying side to side. “Deku, there’s something I need to get off my chest.” you begin quietly.

And he can only nod his head in response, you can only assume this is his first dance with a girl before.

The song is starting to slow and you know the end is coming, it’s time and you know it.

“Deku…...I…~”

Before you can finish your thought, the walls erupt with bright blue fire! Screams erupt from all around you as your class all jump to the middle of the room, with their retreat the fire starts to follow and spread to the floor circling the class!

“Mr.Aizawa!” Someone screams for help “EVERYONE AWAY FROM THE WALLS” comes another. “IS THIS REAL! IS THIS REAL OR TRAINING?” you hear as you watch the fire getting closer and closer

“EVERYONE GRAB HOLD” you scream as you hold out your hands! Desperate to get your friends away from the flames as quickly as possible. You feel hands clasp your own and see that everyone has grabbed onto each other. “URARAKA NOW!!” it’s Deku’s voice that breaks through. You activate your quirk and groan with effort and soon your whole class is suspended in mid air, it’s not a great solution, but it’s the only one you have at the moment as the fire covers the ground you were on seconds before.

“AIZAWA WHAT’S GOING ON '' you hear screamed from behind you, and you look down to see your teacher standing on the ground, the fire leaving a bubble around him and Present Mic on the ground at his feet. Whether he’s alive or dead you can’t tell, you didn’t even hear him go down. As your classmates watch in horror, Aizawa begins to smile, then laugh. The laugh doesn't match him though. It’s too high, too light, and too crazy.

As he begins laughing harder his whole being begins to melt.

The harder he laughs the more of him drips away, until nothing is left of your teacher and a small, naked blonde girl stands in his place.

As soon as you could recognise her as Himiko Toga from the league of Villains, the rest of your class could too. And just as your actual teacher instructed you, anyone who could, jumped into action as the rest of the attack party took their places beside her.

Bakugou, Todoroki and Tokoyami had the lead, seeing as they could maneuver best in the air.

“Kurogiri,” a deep voice calls out lazily, and in an instant anyone acting on their own was surrounded by black and purple smoke. You watched as your classmates struggled against their captor.

“STOP!” you command.

The power in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed as your classmates pause and even the villains stop their approach.

“Well well, looks like someone’s got balls” Dabi dralls “Kurogiri! Bring her closer.”

Before you can even think the dark smoke is forming around you, and quickly you’re covered and once your vision is returned to you, you’re face to face with the villain. He looks you up and down, skeptical, “and why would we stop doll?” He asks feigning innocence.

“Where’s our teacher? What did you do to Mic! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US!” your voice raises as you question the man. And he laughed, A deep low chuckle.

“Your teacher’s alive” the blonde, Toga replies still naked “ if that’s what you mean, he’ll probably be waking up any time now”

“God, cover up Crazy”

Dabi rolls his eyes, practically throwing his long coat at the girl.

“Too bad he won’t make it here in time” Dabi adds sinisterly. His eyes never leave yours, almost like he doesn't know what to make of you. “LET ME GO YOU SMOKY BASTARD” Bakugou screams, drawing your attention back to your class, he’s thrashing around and trying everything to escape and fight. You see the others, some struggling to move while weightless, other’s where still frozen.

“Let. Her. Go.”

It’s Deku. You meet his eyes, he’s managed to support himself midair and is aiming his hand ready to fire a powerful air blast directly at the villains. You quickly look at the rest of your class, no one else seems to be able to fight, they float aimlessly trying hard to just stay looking at you in the villain’s grasp.

“You want her?” Dabi laughs,

“Catch!” With that your still weightless body is thrown through the air directly at Deku, who barely has time to move to catch you. You land with a thud against his chest, immediately reaching your arms around his neck, “Are you okay?” he asks quickly, and you tighten your arms around him in response. “Why’d you throw her back?” whines Toga in the background, “She’s cute, I wanted to stab her” “Shut up Crazy, I wanna see something”

“Deku, Don’t fight back.” You whisper in his ear, Leaning away from him you look at the rest of the class all staring at you wide-eyed, “Everyone! Please don’t fight back!” you reach to cup the messy haired boy's cheeks, and he slowly starts to move lower to the ground under your touch…..

“There’s no use!” you continue, voice growing louder,

“You’ll never win.” You state plainly.

You turn your head to look back to Dabi, the flame villain, “Gimme some space.” you command. “Well I’ll be damned….” and just as requested the ground reappears beneath you, giving you just enough space on the singed ground for you to stand and Deku to lay, without being burned by the bright flames. You continue the motion, until Deku is flat on his stomach, letting him go, you stand straight and look over the people you once called your friends. “This is the only chance I can give you.” you begin, only to be quickly interrupted. “What are you talking about!” “Ochako what’s going on! What do you mean!” “NO!nonononononononono” and countless other things are all said at once by all your classmates. The other villains approach, until they are standing next to you. “Should I break the news to them?” Dabi asks sarcastically,

Ignoring the floating students you turn to face the taller man, “No it’s okay, besides I’m actually a little relieved they’re all so shocked”

“Hey, Ochako?” Toga piped in, turning your attention again, “What’s wrong with Izuku?”

She’s standing over the fallen hero-to-be. Poking him with her knife, not enough to actually stab him but beginning to draw blood from his exposed skin.

“He’s a threat if he can move, so I took care of it.” Silence. You realize, no one is talking, your classmates must finally understand the gravity of the situation.

“How Long?”

It’s Bakugou who breaks the silence, he must be thinking back to the training camp where he was kidnapped, it’s the only other time you’ve heard his voice so small. Ignoring them all you continue your well prepared speech. “As I was saying, This is the only chance I can give you.”

You state plainly, looking up at your stunned audience. “If you join us now and dedicate yourselves to Shigaraki, and bringing down our so-called hero society, I can spare you. Most of you have desirable quirks, and it would be a shame to lose them.”

“HOW FUCKING LONG”

You look up at Bakugou, pity in your eyes, the poor boy has been through so much, but you already knew he was one who would never give in, never submit to Shigaraki. “Since before I even enrolled in UA.” finally answering his question, you figure they deserve that much. “So yes I did know about the plan to kidnap you at our training camp, They tracked me, that's how they knew where we were. I even did my best to slow down your rescue party to make sure my team would succeed.” you see hatred in his eyes as you refer to the “villians” as your team.

“HOW COULD YOU!?” “THIS ISN’T REAL” “no…...it’s not true! IT CAN’T BE TRUE”

The whole class begins yelling their disbelief over each other. One voice in particular catches your attention, it’s only one word, barely more than a whisper. But it stabs through your heart nonetheless.

“Why?”

His eyes can only just reach yours, as Deku strains to move his head under the immense pressure holding him down, tears pouring as he repeats himself, “why?”

“I told you the first time you asked, don’t you remember Deku?” The rest of the class silences again to listen to every word you speak, still trying to wrap your heads around the fact that you are standing next the the “bad guys”

“Money, I need the money for my family. You’d think that in a world of Hero vs Villain, and with the abundance of collateral damage, a construction company would be able to afford a decent living. NO! My family had to suffer and struggle for years! no hero would help because we weren't being attacked, Banks wouldn’t do anything, NO ONE WOULD HELP US.” emotion filling your voice as you grow louder and louder. “No one. That is until I was contacted by someone who was willing to look under the surface of the “perfect” society and see what needed to change” sarcasm you’ve been hiding for so long finally breaches the surface, and as you press your hands together at your fingertips, all of your classmates begin to sink closer to the brilliant blue flames beneath them. “I actually have you to thank Deku. You see my employer kept a special eye on All Might, “the Number One Hero”, “The Symbol of Peace” Ugh” you groan in disgust, “We’ll my employer new All Might was getting older and weaker, so he would obviously be looking for a successor, and unlike my employer he didn’t start looking until the last minute, actually putting you in immense danger by the way.” laughing as you listen to the screams coming from your class as they get closer and closer to the flames.

“So when All Might started training a new successor for One for All, You all know about that right, Deku inherited All Might's power, that's why he was quirkless the rest of his life and why he kept breaking his bones. HE’S HAD A QUIRK FOR LESS THEN A YEAR AND HE’S ALREADY EITHER REACHED OR SUPPASSED MOST OF YOU! AND YOU’VE HAD YOUR QUIRKS FOR YOUR WHOLE LIVES!” letting your arms fall to your sides, as your classmates hover just over the fire.

“I’m getting off track, basically we knew we needed to shock this society to its core, and how better then to destroy its core. The prized hero school, the symbol of peace, the next generation.” you emphasize each word. “So I tried to make sure deku would get into UA, not that he needed my help, I also made sure he didn’t kill himself day one” you send a pointed look down at Deku and Bakugou. “I organized and planned from inside and made sure that my team had everything they needed to infiltrate UA. All while pushing my quirk and gaining control I couldn’t even imagine”

Coughing is all that comes from the students, the air too hot and filled with smoke. “Wanna wrap this up doll” Dabi points to the ceiling, the fire from the wall has almost completely covered the ceiling, the building is going to come down and you know it. “So how about it? Hero's” He sneers “Anyone going to take our generous offer?” Everyone is struggling now, no one wants this to be their end. But no one moves. Anyone who can just glares down, “Never.” “You’re not going to get away with this” “trator” they’ve all made their choices. Dabi turns to look at Shoto, who is still wrapped head to toe with Kurogiri’s smoke. “Really not even you, Baby brother?” Shoto’s eye’s widened in surprise. “You don’t want dear old dad to pay, pay for what he did to you,” he covers his left eye mimicking Shoto’s scar “ what he did to Touya?” gesturing to himself “What about what he did to our mother!” Shoto stays silent as ever, you turn to dabi “I think it's time to leave~” your cut off.

“Okay”

“What” you and Dabi say in unison, “I said okay” Shoto repeats “I’ll follow you, your right. Hero society does need to change.”

“Kurogiri bring him to us, doll go do your thing, crush him if he tries anything funny.” you walk over to where Shoto was being let down from Kurogiri’s grasp, reaching out to touch his face “like he said, try anything funny and your on the ground like roadkill” he nods in agreement and just next thing Shoto’s body was released from the fog, and true to his word. Shoto didn’t move. “Okay, I mean it this time, time to go. Kurogiri take us home.” the whooshing of Kurogiri’s warp gate behind you signals it's now or never. Ears finally fulling tuning in to the cries and coughs of your class, “Last chance” you say hopefully. “THEY’LL KNOW IT WAS YOU!” Mina, tears streaming down her face “YOUR BODY WON’T BE HERE! THEY’LL COME FOR YOU”

Tears welling up in your own eyes, as you say a silent goodbye, before composing yourself. “How will they tell, when all that's left is ash.” you say somberly “I told you, I’ve been doing this for a while, I won’t be caught so easily.” you sigh, this is turning out to be harder than you thought. You did care about all of your classmates, spending so much time getting to know them, you had hoped some of them would’ve seen your side of things, but you were out of time, Dabi’s brilliant blue flames now began to peak through the roof.

“Thank you though Mina, for convincing me it was time to confess.” you say half heartedly “I did really wish some of you would’ve joined”

As you stepped back, halfway through the warpgate you look back down into Izuku’s eye’s one last time and whisper “I’m sorry” before pressing your fingers together one last time and forcing everyone one to the ground, the warpgate closes around you and you can still hear their screaming ringing in your ears.

***

As you look around the unfamiliar bar, you see Shoto talking to Dabi looking the most engaged you’ve ever seen him. Kurogiri behind the bar standing, waiting. A few others milled around, and Toga came bounding up to you as you reached up to your face, wiping tears you didn’t know were falling. “You okay Ochako? I can call you that right? Now that you're officially here?!” She says excitedly. “God it’s so nice to have another girl here since we lost big sis mag”

Quickly wiping your eyes “I’ll be okay, don’t worry, it’s just a silly crush”

#my hero academia #bnha #bnha traitor #mha traitor #server collab #mha ochako #ochako POV

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brightly-painted-canvas · 5 years

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Hi! I've noticed you wrote rami and joe being roommates in one italian joe fic and i love the idea!!!! Do you mind sharing maybe more hcs?

Hi! Sorry for being so late >.(since I couldn’t finish today and tomorrow’s entries for the Sledgefu week, I figured I could at least reply to your request that was sitting for some time in my ask box)(it still took some time to write ‘cause I tend to get a lot invested in these things… hope you don’t mind!)

It all starts because Rami has to move to NYC to film Mr Robot and the flat he had decided to rent for the first months in the city is suddenly no more available (for an unlucky coincidence of bad maintenance from the previous owners, delay on reparation works from the current owner and Rami’s lack of time to get directly involved in these matters) and he has to ask to his New Yorker friends for a place to crash, promising it would be only for the time it takes for his flat to get fixed

of course Joe is the first friend to reply and the most enthusiastic one because he’s like that and he’s always there to lend a hand

of course (2) Rami’s own flat’s works get delayed over and over again and at the end he’s finishing shooting S1 of Mr Robot and he’s still living with Joe (and loving the shit out of their shared routine)

since the first week of their cohabitation, Joe has Rami saved under ‘Roomie Malek’ on his phone (and finds it hilarious, thank you very much)

he steals Rami’s phone at some point and saves himself as ‘Joe Roommazello’ (also hilarious, he’s born to make great puns)

Rami never changes that for some reason (reasons different than his inability with technology I know how to make my phone work Joe fuck right off)

problems with Rami’s real inability with technology start manifesting when Joe, who at that moment is a 30 years old single and ready to mingle boi, realises it’s impossible to successfully end a date with Rami as a roommate, since he doesn’t check his phone EVER and he always misses Joe’s texts about needing the house for himself until at least 11 pm

the times Rami walks in to Joe and a gal/bloke making out on the couch reaches uncountable amounts very fast

Joe is very uncomfortable and Rami is always apologetic but he simply seems unable to solve these recurrent awkward situations by checking and maybe replying to Joe’s desperate texts and phone calls

Joe tries to find a remedy by buying a large whiteboard he hangs on the kitchen’s wall. He divides it in seven sections for the seven days of the week and then instruct Rami to use a red marker while he uses a blue one

the whiteboard is to keep tracks of their schedules so that everyday they know what they have to do and at what hour they should be expected home without having to call the other’s manager

it starts off pretty well but then it becomes so convenient that they begin to leave messages on each other’s daily space, written in their marker colour but in opposite handwritings (‘remember to buy milk’ ‘I’m lactose intolerant’ ‘from Rami to Rami: remember to buy milk’ - underlined - ‘from Joe to Joe: remember to buy regular milk for Rami and soy milk for you’ ‘trip to LA in one week’ ‘I’m gonna miss you’ ‘you’re coming with me’ ‘oh right I forgot’ ‘this is what the board’s for’, etc.)

(a third marker is added to the board. It’s green and it means things they do together)

(it’s still impossible to prevent Rami to catch Joe in compromising positions with his dates because even writing ‘DATE NIGHT’ - underlined - on the board doesn’t mean Rami’s sleepy and tired mind after a full day on set is going to remember that he needs to give Joe his private time at home before he can have dinner, take a shower and fall into bed)

(trying to have sex while Rami’s eating cereal in the kitchen is an absolutely miserable experience, Joe finds out)

Joe stops dating altogether at some points. It saves him the stress to try and find a date and getting ready and spending lots of money for nothing. Moreover, his evenings are already plenty of fun with his and Rami’s late dinners and movie nights and script readings and scene rehearsing and lazy cuddles on the couch

cuddles are a must in their house, by the way. It’s written in their Roommates Contract which they never actually redacted but they quote from all the time since they rewatched S1 of TBBT together (‘before the show turned to shit’ ‘please don’t say that in public’). They’re both very tactile, affectionate men and they really really don’t care about any toxic masculinity crap, especially in the privacy of their own home

they mostly cuddle in the evening on the couch under a blanket (watching old movies they both love like ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ which is Joe’s favourite and always makes him cry a bit at the end) or on Joe’s bed when Rami comes home very late from set and really needs a hug before going to bed. Joe is always willing to hug someone in distress, even if that requires being woken up at 2 am with a armful of yawning Rami Malek complaining about skipping dinner and feeling NY’s freezing winter weather into his very bones

(Joe hugs him closes and then gets up to make him a ham sandwich while Rami takes a boiling hot shower)

Rami doesn’t date. There are multiple reasons why, but mostly it’s because he’s too busy with filming his first leading role in a tv show and because he’s not one for one night stands so he prefers skipping the dating process altogether while he’s too into his job to really make an effort

plus, Joe’s enough of a reassuring, calming presence in his life at the moment. He’s someone Rami can trust wholeheartedly, from that time he calls him from set panicking about forgetting to turn off the stove that morning (to which Joe has to run home and check if that is true and their apartment is on fire - it isn’t -) to that other time he fell sick with the flu and Joe cancelled his plans to take care of him and make sure he didn’t die of dehydration and lack of medications

Joe is also someone who makes Rami laugh and smile and be happy and he does so all the time, effortlessly. It is probably the characteristic that Rami loves the most about Joe, together with his intelligence and his good manners and his profound respect of others

(basically, everything about Joe is nice in Rami’s eyes)

(and it seems everything about Rami is nice in Joe’s eyes too)

because Rami is also enough for Joe. He’s there for the whole writing process of Joe’s directing debut ‘Undrafted’ and when Joe needs help rehearsing or proof reading a scene, he’s willing to sacrifice all his free time to lend a hand. Rami’s presence in Joe’s home is comforting to the point he find it difficult to fall asleep or remembering things like doing the laundry or going grocery shopping when Rami’s back in LA or somewhere promoting Mr Robot because what’s the point?

(Joe doesn’t like to do things alone anymore)

Rami makes Joe feel safe and grounded. Joe has always been a bit of an anxiety-prone person, always fretting about this or that but at the same time incredibly inclined to fall into profound boredom during lulls in activity between jobs. Rami’s presence somehow prevents him to get too caught up in his own mind during busy times and too lazy to function as a regular human being when he’s got nothing to do

it somehow reminds him of when they first met, on the set of The Pacific: Rami had been an anchor for him at that time too, the ‘one who makes it great’ with his hard work and grace under pressure and willingness to always strive for more, better, best. Their great connection and synergy had started back then and never left. This knowledge makes Joe sad sometimes, thinking about all those years in between when they hadn’t been as close, hadn’t kept in touch enough

sometimes they call Martin just to bother him at odd hours (mostly when it’s already late at night in Ireland) and they always invite him to the US to spend some time together, even if they’re all very busy with their works. Some other time they arrange nights out with Noel and Brendan and all those other The Pacific kids they’re still in contact with because they still get along like brothers and New York is the place where all their roads cross at some point or another

members of their families come to visit and arranging sleeping accommodations when the Maleks are over is the most complicated task: they have two bedrooms with queen size beds and a couch that can accomodate one more person, but they always refuse to let Nelly sleep on it and both offer their own bed to Rami’s mom

after hours of offerings and complaints (Italian hospitality having a fitful match with Egyptian proper manners… the Mediterraneans are all stubborn and prideful in their own ways of being good people), she accepts to sleep in Rami’s bed while the twins take Joe’s bed and Joe creates a nest for himself on the couch

(Nelly wakes up early one morning during their stay to find the couch empty and her three boys all asleep on Joe’s bed with Joe’s laptop still open showing its screensaver and Sami curled up against Rami’s back as Rami’s head is on Joe’s shoulder and Joe’s right arm is under Rami’s waist)

(she closes the door quietly and prepare breakfast for the four of them and doesn’t say a thing when they all emerge sleepy and messy from Joe’s bedroom, but she smiles knowingly at Sami when he catches her eyes as they witness Joe and Rami’s perfect coordination in serving each other toasts and coffee with the right amount of milk and sugar without having to say one single word)

when Yasmine comes to visit, she usually stays in a hotel with her fiancée/husband so they only have to worry about dinner and entertainment

when Joe’s sister comes to visit with her family, Rami gets so excited to see Joe’s nephews that he can’t fall asleep the night prior. He loves chatting with Mary and her husband but the kids are an absolute joy to have around: they play board games and watch movies and one time they all go ice skating together and Rami almost tears up when the youngest calls him (albeit accidentally) ‘uncle’ for the first time

soon (too soon) Mr Robot S1 is over and Undrafted is ready to go into production and while they’re very excited for their new projects, they feel like they’re slowly drifting apart and they don’t like it one bit

Rami is conflicted about moving back to LA for the months he has before S2 starts filming and taking his stuff with him to finally free Joe of his presence. He’s got enough time to look for a new place to stay on his own while he’s back living with Sami, but somehow he doesn’t want to proceed with this plan

Joe’s rarely at home enough to sit down and have a serious conversation about it, but at the same time Rami doesn’t think this is a topic they can discuss over the phone so he delays his flight and he delays having to think about it until

one evening Joe comes home tired and stressed out and crushed by the amount of pressure he’s under to make this movie (HIS movie) work

Rami is there to comfort him and force him to eat dinner and have a shower and going to bed and when Joe breaks down crying in his arms sobbing about not being good enough it takes Rami 0.01 seconds to decide to cancel his flight and stop worrying about what’s right and what’s proper because he’s needed HERE RIGHT NOW and he has to stay but most of all he WANTS to stay

he’s never gonna be perfectly sure he’s the right person to do this for Joe, if Joe needs him because he is conveniently already there in his life or if he’s there because he has been good all along (chosen maybe), because they made it work and it’s working perfectly, because somehow they’ve become exactly what the other needs for it to be right

he’s never gonna be sure but they don’t really have to talk about it either because they both wants this and they’re ready to make an effort to make it right and keep it being right

(Rami thinks Joe makes him a better person because he is inherently a good person. Joe thinks Rami makes him a better person because he is inherently a good person)

soon (2) it’s time for Mr Robot S2 and Rami never really went away in the meanwhile, but that’s okay. Joe is editing Undrafted and it’s maybe not going to be the best film ever made but it’s good and Joe likes it (and Rami likes it a lot) and that’s okay. They’re still living together and their families still love coming to visit them and their whiteboard is still full of things to do written in green and that’s okay. Rami stops looking for flats to rent or buy in NYC and that’s absolutely okay

they celebrate one year of being roommates with dinner in a fancy restaurant downtown (Rami’s choice) and a walk in the park and when they get home they watch Netflix on Joe’s bed and Joe says ‘if I’d known the only way for you not to ruin a date night was having a date night with you, I’d asked you out sooner’ and Rami laughs until there are tears in the corner of his eyes

they are (more than) okay.

#anon ask #hc request #mazlek #rami malek #joe mazzello #I don't even know if half of these reference are true (especially about their families)#but I don't want to look into it 'cause it's their private life :)#roommates #rommates mazlek

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niallsstainedcoffeecup · 6 years

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The Right Message Part 2

Gemma approves of Harry dating her best friend, but what will happen when things become rocky? The lovely @pxrrishly requested a part 2. I hope you all enjoy. Feedback and Requests are welcomed. Lots of Love!

“You’re dating my brother?” Gemma asked, quirking an eyebrow at Y/N. Y/N eyes darted between Harry and Gemma before nodding sheepishly, “Yeah.” Gemma nodded, focusing on Harry’s flushed cheeks, “You’re dating my best friend?” Harry wrung his hands together, “Yeah, we’re dating.” Gemma nodded, keeping her eyes locked on Y/N’s coffee table. Harry glanced across the room where Y/N pressed herself further against the loveseat in an attempt to disappear. Harry’s thin fingers pinched his rosy lips while he waited for Gemma’s response. “How long have you had feelings for her?” Gemma asked, flipping her head toward her brother. Harry huffed, dragging a hand through his messy curls, “Well, I can’t remember an exact moment. I think the moment she returned home from college one Christmas, and she seemed to have this different glow about her.” Y/N blushed, chewing on her bottom lip, “Was that the Christmas when I returned from my study aboard trip?” Harry nodded, “I remember the fire in your eyes when you talked about exploring the world. I nearly kissed you that night.” Gemma gagged, “Okay, this is too weird. Y/N’s like my sister, but I couldn’t imagine her with anybody better.” Y/N giggled, “We promise not to disgust you.” Gemma chuckled, patting Y/N’s knees, “I’m glad you finally dropped James. Michal and I talked about hooking you up with someone, but we never planned this.” Harry smiled, “I love her.” Y/N grinned, “I love him too.” Gemma rolled her eyes, standing from Y/N’s couch, “Okay, Y/N and I have important business to tend to. Can you leave?” Harry pouted, “What if I wanted to spend the day with my girlfriend?” Y/N giggled, “H, Gemma and I need to finish these sunglasses. I’ll see you tonight?” Harry nodded, stretching his aching muscles. Gemma shuffled into Y/N’s kitchen, placing the blue kettle onto the stovetop. Harry pressed his hands against the leather cushions, ducking his head down. Y/N grinned, pressing her lips against Harry’s chapped lips. Harry shouted his goodbyes, leaving Y/N and Gemma alone in her house. * * * * * * Steam danced above the sizzling chicken and seasoned vegetables. The white wine sloshed around the wine glasses. Y/N swayed her hips along with the soft jazz music playing from Harry’s speakers. Harry smiled, admiring his beautiful girlfriend dancing around his kitchen. Her bare feet slid across the white tile while her hands swayed above her head. Harry chuckled, interrupting Y/N’s next step by placing his hands on her hips. “Have you decided to join me?” Y/N asked, winking at her blushing boyfriend. Harry smiled, pressing his lips against Y/N’s wine-stained lips, “I love you.” “I love you,” Y/N breathed out, keeping her forehead against his. Harry’s green eyes enchanted Y/N’s as they continued waltzing around the middle kitchen island. He intertwined his fingers with Y/N’s fingers, ignoring the chicken sticking against the nonstick pan. “I go back to the studio on Monday,” Harry mumbled. Y/N frowned, swallowing down the dry chicken, “I forgot that my boyfriend’s a pop star.” Harry chuckled, sipping his wine, “I’m glad I’m a pop star. I don’t think I could be a chef.” Y/N giggled, “The chicken isn’t that bad. I like my chicken cooked.” “Yeah, but I don’t want my chicken tasting like a brick,” Harry grumbled, poking around the dry meat. “Will the band meet for Monday’s rehearsal?” Y/N asked. Harry nodded, “Mitch and Sarah, but I don’t know about Adam and Clare. Jeffrey invited everyone, but Adam’s busy with his family.” Y/N smiled, “I love Adam’s kids. Hey, have you heard from Ben? Did Ruby like her birthday gift?” Harry nodded, “She loved it. She’s a little bookworm.” Y/N and Harry continued talking over the dry chicken and vegetables. * * * * * * The black pen scribbled against the notebook paper. Harry’s thin fingers pressed against the cold ivory keys. Mitch strummed his guitar, humming along with Harry’s melody. Jeffrey scanned over Harry’s lyrics, shaking his head at the last line. “I don’t like how this sounds,” Jeffrey grumbled. Harry huffed, dragging the pen across the page until the ink pooled near the end of the line. He bopped his head along with the flowing lyrics. The song portrayed another fun night out with a beautiful girl, but the lyrics refused to mash with Harry’s idea. His pink phone buzzed against his jiggling thigh. “I’m sorry. I better take this call,” Harry mumbled, swiping his thumb across the screen. Harry rubbed his aching neck, “Hello?” “Hey love, are you free for lunch? I finished another project, and I need a greasy meal,” Y/N giggled. Harry smiled, scratching at the scruff growing on his chin, “I’m sorry. We’re working hard on this new album. I’ll see you tomorrow for our date?” Y/N huffed, “Harry, we haven’t seen each other all week. I miss my boyfriend.” Harry nodded, “I promise to spend all night with you tomorrow. I love you.” “I love you,” Y/N mumbled, hanging up the call. Harry’s thumb pressed against the phone’s side button until the screen faded black. He slipped the phone into his pocket, returning to the uncomfortable piano chair. Mitch, Jeffrey, and Harry continued messing with the lyrics and melody. * * * * * * Liv hopped onto Gemma’s red couch, cuddling against the gold plush pillows. Y/N smiled, petting Liv’s sleek black and white fur. Gemma shuffled into the living room, placing two steaming tea mugs onto her coffee table. “How are things?” Gemma asked, falling onto her couch. Y/N sipped her tea, shaking her head, “I’m well. How’s Michal?” Gemma crossed her legs, scrolling through the television’s guide, “He’s doing well. How are things with my little brother?” Y/N’s panicked heart begged Y/N’s mouth to spill every worry about her failing relationship, but she couldn’t complain about Gemma’s brother. Her eyes zoned on the television shows zooming past her racing thoughts. “Are things okay between you two?” Gemma wondered, facing her stressed friend. Y/N huffed, rubbing under her bagged eyes, “Gem, I haven’t seen him in forever. We are going out to dinner tomorrow, but he won’t answer my calls. He turns off his phone once he steps inside the studio.” Gemma nodded, “Well, maybe you should talk to him. Did it bother you when you were his friend?” Y/N shook her head, “He wasn’t my boyfriend then. Sure, I missed talking with him, but I never wanted to bother him. Now, I want to see my boyfriend.” Gemma frowned, “I’ll stand by your side with whatever decision you make.” Y/N smiled, returning her attention toward the woman saying yes to her wedding dress. She hoped her relationship with Harry wasn’t in danger. * * * * * * The clocked ticked down, mocking Y/N’s broken heart. The tall waiter tripped past Y/N’s table again, eyeing the empty seat. The cold white wine warmed up under the restaurant’s warm yellow lights. Y/N ducked her head down with every customer that passed by her table. She couldn’t stare into their eyes filled with pity. She messaged Harry again, wondering where her boyfriend might be. After spending thirty minutes alone at her table, she chunked the crumpled cash against the cream table cloth. Her black heels clicked against the brick floor while her hands tugged up her black jeans. She drove home, swallowing the rage burning up her throat. She slipped into her comfortable gray sweats and a gray sweater. She wiped the red lipstick from her lips, blinking back the tears pricking her eyes. Y/N wrapped a blue blanket around her shivering body. Her eyes drooped shut, ignoring Harry’s calls buzzing her phone. Someone pounded on Y/N’s door, startling Y/N awake from her dreams. The door swung open, revealing a glaring Harry. “Harry, how did you get inside?” Y/N asked, propping herself up on her elbows. “I remembered you hid a key under your doormat. Why haven’t you answered my calls? I was worried sick,” Harry shouted. Y/N rolled her eyes, “Now you know how I feel. Did you read my messages? You forgot about our date.” Harry’s scowl dropped, “I didn’t forget. Didn’t we schedule that for tomorrow?” Y/N stood up, “Harry, you agreed to meet me for dinner tonight. You promised, and you broke that promise. I can’t keep waiting for my boyfriend to make time for me.” “You knew my busy schedule when you started dating me,” Harry huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/N nodded, “Yes, but I thought you might give your girlfriend more time than you gave me when I was your friend. I haven’t seen you all week.” “I’m working on an album. I wasted three months after the tour with you, and I can’t waste any more time.” Y/N’s jaw dropped, “You think you wasted time with me? You weren’t calling it wasted time when you fucked me.” Harry opened his mouth, but he knew he messed once the words left his mouth. He wished he might swallow those words. Y/N shook her head, blinking back her heartbroken tears. She refused to cry in front of Harry. “I’m done. I can’t fight for thirty minutes of your time. I think it was better off when we were friends,” Y/N mumbled, biting down on her trembling bottom lip. Harry’s heart cracked once Y/N’s words wrapped around his cloudy mind. He shook his head, staring in disbelief at his girlfriend. He glared, storming out of Y/N’s house. He wished he never read that message three months ago. * * * * * * “You broke up?” Gemma gasped, dropping the pink box filled with donuts onto Y/N’s messy bed. Y/N nodded, blowing her red nose into a tissue. Gemma gripped the musty white curtain, dragging the cloth against the sleek rod. The bright sunlight burned Y/N’s bloodshot eyes. Her matted hair shot up in every direction around her throbbing head. Gemma tossed the dirty tissues into a nearby bin, processing the new information. “What happened?” Gemma wondered. Harry confessed the secret first after sobbing on Gemma’s couch. He took the blame, saying he should’ve never attempted to date their best friend. Gemma panicked and drove to see how her best friend happened to take the break up. “He ditched our date for another writing session. I told him that I couldn’t fight for his time. I dumped him because he refused to make time for me,” Y/N croaked out. Gemma frowned, digging through the donut box, “Y/N, you realize that you were dating Harry Styles? You understood his career before dating him.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Gem, I understood his career as a friend. I didn’t need to see Harry when we were friends because I shut up my aching heart with shit boyfriends. When Harry admitted that he loved me, he allowed that love in my heart to blossom, but he didn’t shower my needy heart with love.” Gemma chuckled, “Do you always get deep when heartbroken?” Y/N flipped Gemma off, hiding her smile behind her donut, “Shut up. Are you still my friend?” Gemma snorted, flicking Y/N’s knee, “I told you that I’d be by your side no matter what.” Y/N smiled, leaning her head against Gemma’s shoulder. Gemma planned how she might bring her heartbroken brother and stubborn friend together again. * * * * * * Gemma’s green mittens slid the red pan from her hot oven. Michal swept the dust bunnies away from the dining room table. Y/N screwed the metal device into the thick cork, pulling until the bitter grape scent greeted her nose. Gemma invited Y/N over for Sunday dinner because Y/N never turned down a free meal. Gemma also invited Harry over for their mother’s roast because Harry never turned down Anne’s roast recipe. Michal worried that Gemma’s plan might fail, but Gemma understood these two people better than they understood themselves. The doorbell echoed throughout the silent house. “Who’s here?” Y/N asked, handing Gemma her wine glass. Gemma shrugged, “I don’t know. Michal, will you open the door?” Michal nodded, hiding his nervous smile. He opened the door, revealing his grinning brother-in-law. Harry pressed the green wine bottle against his body as if he were holding a baby. Michal stepped aside, greeting the cheerful man. Y/N froze upon hearing Harry’s husky voice compliment the scent. Y/N faced Gemma with wide eyes. How could Gemma trick her like this? Y/N didn’t have time to flee the scene because Harry stepped inside the kitchen with a blushing Michal. Harry’s smile dropped once he spotted Y/N near his sister. “What are you doing here?” Harry asked, shooting daggers at Y/N. Y/N rolled her eyes, “Gemma invited me. She is my best friend.” “Yeah, well, she’s my sister. I think I have the higher right to be here. We’ll miss you.” Y/N glared, “I’m not leaving. Perhaps the studio needs you more. We’ll send a plate with you.” Michal chuckled nervously, rubbing his neck, “Did you hear about those crazy cats stealing the neighbor’s underwear?” Gemma rolled her eyes, “You two were best friends before you dated. Now, can we act like adults and eat together?” Y/N huffed, “I can. Can you do that, Harry? Or will you join us thirty minutes late?” Gemma shoved a plate into Harry’s hands before he could reply. Everyone gathered around the dining room table, shoveling the delicious chicken into their mouths. “How’s life been?” Gemma asked Harry. “Good, we’re getting some progress on the album,” Harry mumbled between mouthfuls. Y/N grinned, thinking about the new songs. She wanted to ask about the songs, but her prideful heart sealed her lips shut. “How’s the project going?” Michal asked Y/N. Y/N nodded, “Gem and I finished the last pair last night.” Harry smiled, wishing he might congratulate his friend, but his broken heart tainted that idea. Instead, Harry planned on rubbing salt into Y/N’s wounds. He’d make her wish that she never broke up with him. * * * * * * Harry kicked his feet onto Gemma’s coffee table, placing his hands behind his head. Y/N dragged Liv’s favorite pink string across the floor. Michal and Gemma cuddled together on their couch, watching the couple admire each other from afar. “Well, I better head home soon. I have a date tonight with this new girl,” Harry yawned. Y/N dropped the string, staring wide-eyed at her ex-boyfriend. Gemma gasped, her eyes darting toward her heartbroken friend. Michal frowned, watching Gemma’s plan backfire. “You’re dating someone already?” Y/N’s broken voice spoke up. Harry nodded, “This new girl is willing to deal with my work schedule because she loves me.” Y/N shook her head, “I loved you. I love you too much, and that’s why I couldn’t handle your work schedule. I couldn’t go hours without your lips on mine. I couldn’t go a week without gushing about my new project with you.” Harry’s heart stuttered at the tears flowing down Y/N’s cheeks. He expected her to admit that she moved on too, but he never wanted to make her cry. “I’m sorry. I guess I never listened to you,” Harry mumbled. Y/N nodded, “You didn’t call me at all for weeks. How would you feel if I ignored your calls?” Harry frowned, “I wouldn’t feel good.” “Yeah, I hope you have fun with this new girl,” Y/N mumbled. Y/N staggered past a stunned Gemma and Michal. Her sobs haunted Harry’s mind as she stuffed her feet into her boots. The bitter wind brushed against her damp cheeks while she unlocked her car. Harry’s hands gripped the couch, begging his feet to move. “You better go fight for her,” Gemma smiled, patting Harry’s knees. Harry nodded, jogging out the open front door. Y/N’s car roared to life, scaring Harry’s fragile heart. He couldn’t let her drive away from his life. Harry’s fist tapped rapidly against her window. Y/N glared, unrolling the window slowly. “What? What do you want? Do you want to dig the knife deeper into my heart?” Y/N spat out. Harry shook his head, “There isn’t a girl. I lied because I wanted to get back at you. You broke my heart, and I didn’t think you cared about our relationship.” Y/N gasped, “Harry, you thought I didn’t care that the love of my life walked out of my life? You thought I would’ve moved onto another shitty guy after dating the only person who mattered in my life?” “I’m sorry. Please, I need you in my life. I promise to make time for you,” Harry begged through his sobs. Y/N frowned, patting Harry’s cheek, “I don’t know. I mean, I can’t go through this again.” “We won’t break up again. Please, I need you in my life,” Harry mumbled. Y/N nodded, “Okay, you aren’t off free, but I’ll give us a second chance.” Harry smiled, leaning his head through Y/N’s open window. He crashed his lips against Y/N’s trembling lips. Y/N smiled into the kiss, cupping Harry’s wet cheeks. Gemma and Michal watched the happy couple reunite from their front window. Gemma knew her plan would work.

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sanders-specs · 6 years

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Christmas Roadtrip

Prompt: Christmas Prompt time! Logince fic human au where Roman is a broadway star who lives in Florida with his husband Logan and their son Thomas. Roman is trapped in New York on the day before Christmas Eve because a snow storm has cancelled all flights for the next week. He crashes in his New York apt resigned to a lonely Christmas. Then Logan crams all the Christmas decorations into their car with thomas and drives to New York to surprise him. (Bonus points if you can squeeze in Patton and Virgil)

A/N: So this is a prompt that I got last year, but I didn’t have a chance to get to it, so i wrote it this year! I’m pretty sure it was an anon who sent it, but if not I’m sorry if i forgot your username! Still, I hope you enjoy!

Parings: Logince, Moxiety

Warnings: loneliness (i can’t think of anything else, but if you need me to tag something, let me know!)

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“Thomas? Thomas, where are you?” Logan called, poking his head into each of the rooms in their house. His son wasn’t in his room, nor was he in the living room or kitchen.

Down the hall, Logan noticed a door cracked open. He walked over to it and started to pull it open, but a shrill voice stopped him. “No! don’t look!”

Logan froze, frowning. “Thomas, what are you doing in the attic?”

“I’m wrapping your’s and Papa’s Christmas presents!” Thomas called back down. “You can’t see! It’s a surprise.”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “Well if you don’t want to talk to Papa then I’ll leave you alone…” Logan turned to walk away, but in no time, he heard footsteps running down the stairs of the attic. A moment later, Thomas burst through the door, his face alight. There was a bow stuck to his face, and some tape scattered on his clothes, but he didn’t seem to notice or care.

Logan followed him to the living room, where the laptop was already set up. Logan had just barely reached him before Thomas was clicking on the call button.

“Wait for me, you impatient child,” Logan said, ruffling Thomas’s hair. He sits down on the couch just as Roman’s face popped up.

“There are the beautiful faces of my son and husband,” Roman said.

“Hi Papa!” Thomas said, waving excitedly. “I was just wrapping your present, just how you taught me!”

“Excellent!” Roman exclaimed. “It’s always good to put your practices to work, little prince.”

Thomas beamed at that, and Logan couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiasm Thomas had. Roman was a never ending supporter of anything creative and as a result, Thomas had one of the biggest imaginations Logan had ever known. Logan wouldn’t be surprised if the presents Thomas was wrapping didn’t have some…interesting methods to it.

“Earth to Logan…” Roman said, and Logan blinked as he came back to the present. Both Roman and Thomas were looking at him curiously.

“Are you okay Dad?” Thomas asked.

Logan smiled and brushed some shredded wrapping paper out of Thomas’s hair. “Just got lost in thought for a moment.” He looked over at Roman, who had a soft smile on his lips as he watched them. “What were you saying, Ro?”

“Hmmm? Oh right,” Roman said, snapping out of his own trance. “I was asking how things where there.”

“Uncle Patton and Uncle Virgil took me shopping yesterday,” Thomas informed him. “We went to the mall and saw all the big Christmas decorations! They wanted me to go see Santa but…” Thomas blushed and looked down. Logan smiled, putting his hands on Thomas’s shoulders and bring him in for a hug. “I’m not brave enough without you here, Papa,” Thomas muttered.

Roman looked as if he were about to die from a thousand emotions at once, but at a look from Logan, he cleared his throat and said calmly, “You are brave enough little prince! Santa is no harm to you, and with your dad and uncles there, no one can harm you.”

Thomas pouted. “But it’s not the same without you.”

As ridiculous Logan thought it was that Thomas seemed to think that Logan or Patton and Virgil would ever let anything happen to him, he didn’t try to correct his son. He knew that the only reason Thomas refused to see Santa this year was because Roman wasn’t there to take him. It had been their tradition for years, Logan not liking the crowded mall or dozens of other kids. He’d tried to cajole Thomas into going this year, but his son was having none of it.

“I’m sorry buddy,” Roman said with slumped shoulders. “Next year, we’ll go twice!”

Thomas’s head tilted a little. “Next year?”

Logan frowned. “Roman, what are you talking about?” he asked. “There should still be plenty of time to go see Santa by the time you get here.”

“AH, well,” Roman rubbed the back of his neck, “They’re saying that it’s supposed to snow pretty hard the day I’m supposed to leave. They’re not sure if any flights will be able to go out. Or how long afterward flights will be delayed.”

It took a moment for those words to sink in for Thomas. “You’re…you’re not going to be home for Christmas?”

Logan started panicking slightly as tears welled up in Thomas’s eyes, and he could see it mirrored in Roman’s face. “No! I mean, of course I will! I’ll make it to you two if it’s the last thing I do! You know New York this time of the year, you never know what’ll happen!”

Logan could hear the forced cheer in his voice, the lie behind all of his words. Yes, he did know New York this time of the year, and more often than not, it was covered in snow or freezing rain. He didn’t say anything, though, because the last thing he wanted to do was make the situation worse.

He could tell that Thomas didn’t believe Roman either, though, because all he did was nod and say, “Okay Papa…I have to go finish wrapping the presents.”

Roman kept a smile on his face. “Alright buddy, I’ll call later tonight to read you a story, okay?”

Thomas only nodded and left. Logan watched him leave, and he didn’t say anything until the door to the attic shut behind him.

“Is he gone?”

“Yeah.”

Roman buried his head in his hands, muttering to himself. Logan frowned. “You’re really not going to be able to get here in time for Christmas, are you?”

“There’s always a chance the weather won’t be as bad as they say it will and I’ll be able to get out of here,” Roman said, but even he sounded doubtful.

Logan sighed. “Why didn’t you get an earlier flight like I suggested?”

Roman rolled his eyes. “Fiona scheduled last minute rehearsals, I couldn’t just skip them!”

Logan held up his hand. “You mean…you picked extra rehearsals over your own family?”

Roman’s face went pale and he tried to speak again, stumbling over his words. “I…No…I mean,” Roman shook his head. “No, I didn’t. She scheduled them a while ago, and everyone thought that we’d have time, even her! I never mentioned it because I didn’t think that it would be a big deal.”

“Well, it is Roman.”

“I know that!” he shook his head. “Lo, honey, please, I hate this as much as you do. The last thing I want to do is spend Christmas away from you and Thomas. I can’t just skip out though. You know as well as I do that we need the money.”

Logan sighed and crossed his arms. He hated it when Roman was right.

The money was necessary, though, which was the whole reason Roman was in New York in the first place. They knew that this would run into Christmas, yet Logan had convinced him to take the part anyway. Logan’s teaching job wasn’t exactly paying all of the bills, after all. They’d even kept Roman’s flights back home to a minimum. Logan had even convinced him not to come home for his birthday the month before, as much as Roman had wanted to. He’d been planning on seeing him at Christmas.

“Lo?”

Logan blinked and refocused on Roman. He hadn’t realized he’d zoned out again.

Roman smiled when Logan looked back at him. “I love you.”

Closing his eyes, Logan sighed. “I love you too.”

“If I can’t get there for Christmas, I’ll make sure to be there for New Years,” Roman said, his voice soft and reassuring, “promise.”

Logan nodded, wanting very badly for that to be true. However, he knew that if the weather was going to be bad by Christmas, it wouldn’t be any better by New Years.

“Hey, I know that look, that’s your overthinking look, that look isn’t allowed in this situation.”

“You can’t ban a look, Roman.”

“I can and I did.” Roman crossed his arms and smirked at him. “I gotta get to the theater, I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Roman blew him a kiss. “I love you, miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

Roman gave him a small smile before ending the call.

Logan sat on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. Thomas was fast asleep in bed, a story from his clearly exhausted Papa was the best thing to get him to sleep at a decent time. Logan only wished that it didn’t deprive Roman of even more sleep. His husband was resilient though, and he never missed a bedtime story, not matter what.

His bedroom was too quiet, too…empty. Roman always made any room he was in light and lively, and without him it was like the entire house was still, waiting for his return. Or maybe that was just Logan missing him too much. Logically he knew that the house could not miss someone, and that this room was the same that it had always been. Patton had explained to him that it was just Logan missing Roman, that it was normal.

Logan sighed and closed his eyes. It had been exactly 156 days, 8 hours, and 21 minuets since Roman left. He hadn’t been home in nearly three months, and Logan felt his absence more and more every single day.

“Dad?”

Logan sat up and swiped at his eyes—when had he started crying?—and looked towards his bedroom door. Thomas stood in the doorway, looking a little bashful.

“Thomas, what are you doing out of bed? Are you okay?” Logan asked, getting up and walking over to him, assessing him for any injury.

“M’ fine,” Thomas muttered, rubbing his eyes. “Can I sleep in your bed?”

Logan let out a breath and gave his son a small smile. “Of course. Are you sure you’re okay though? You haven’t slept in here for a while now.” As he spoke, he picked up Thomas and carried him to the bed, throwing the covers back and tucking him in. Thomas snuggled close to Logan.

“I miss Papa.”

Logan sighed and rubbed Thomas’s back. “I miss him too.”

Thomas looked up at him. “If Papa can’t come here for Christmas, can we go to New York?”

Startled, Logan peered down at his son. “I…well, I don’t know. If the weather is so bad that even the airport isn’t sending out planes, the roads might be too bad to drive on.”

“But what if we got there before the snow?” Thomas asked. “We could do that couldn’t we?’

Logan thought about it for a moment. “Conceivably,” he concedes. “However, there is a matter of…” he hesitated. He didn’t want Thomas to worry about money so early in his life, he didn’t deserve that. “Santa. How will he know that we aren’t home on Christmas Eve?”

“He’ll know. He’s Santa,” Thomas said, as if this should be obvious.

“Right, of course,” Logan said, smiling slightly. “I will have to think about it.”

That seemed to satisfy Thomas enough, because he lied back down and was asleep within moments.

“I just don’t know. I mean, driving all the way to New York?” Logan said to Patton and Vigil the next day. They were all sitting in a café while Thomas was over at his friend Joan’s house.

“Well Roman might not be able to fly out here, but couldn’t you fly there?” Virgil asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“No…I doubt Thomas will be comfortable with flying without Roman. Besides, he’ll be very upset with me if he misses out on Thomas’s first time on a plane.”

Patton smiled at that. “How sweet.”

Virgil shook his head. “Have you talked to Roman about this?”

“No. I won’t be able to speak with him again until later tonight.” Logan sighed and sat back in his chair. He’d been thinking about Thomas’s proposal all day, and he’d been hoping that speaking with his friends about it would help to bring some form of clarity to the situation, but they weren’t getting anywhere. “I’m also not sure if we’ll have sufficient funds for the kind of trip Thomas wants.”

Patton and Virgil exchange a knowing look. “You’ve already figured out how much it’ll cost, haven’t you?” Patton asked.

“It takes approximately sixteen hours to get from here to New York City. That’s not counting bathroom breaks, food stops, and a possible hotel visit.”

“Not to mention anything unexpected, like a flat tire, or traffic, or a wreck…”

Patton put his hand over Virgil’s. “I think we understand what you mean Virge.”

Virgil shrugged. “Just saying.”

“Yes, thank you Virgil. My point is, the cost of gas and food alone will be a high consideration. As well as a stop at a hotel, because something tells me that driving there without stopping to rest will not be advisable with a seven year old. Especially if I’m the only one driving.” Logan sighs. “I just don’t see how I can pull it off.”

“Lo,” Patton said gently, “could you take a moment and stop thinking through all of this logically and think about what’s best for your family? I mean, all Thomas could talk about was everything he wanted to do with Roman once he got home. When I saw him today…it was like someone sucked all the Christmas joy out of him. He needs to have both of you.”

Logan stared down at his cup. He knew that Patton was right, but…

“I can’t just ignore the costs, Patton,” he said.

Patton only sighed and looked down at his drink.

Later that night, Logan sat alone in his office, going over Thomas’s Christmas list when his phone rang. He smiled when he saw who it was.

“Well this is quite a pleasant surprise. Though it is rather late, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Logan said by way of answering.

“I could say the same to you,” Roman said, his voice soft. “I just…I needed to hear your voice.”

Logan frowned. “Is everything okay? You sound sad.”

Roman was silent for a moment, then Logan heard him sniff. “I want to come home.”

“I…I know you do,” Logan said, gulping. This wasn’t the first time Roman had called Logan completely homesick, though it hadn’t happened in a few months. The first few weeks he was gone, though, Logan got calls nearly every day.

“Can you just…talk? Please? I don’t care what about, I just want it to feel like…like you’re with me.”

Logan leaned back and closed his eyes. “Of course. I was just looking over Thomas’s Christmas list…”

He talked for a long time, about Thomas, about Patton and Virgil, about anything that came to Logan’s mind. Every now and again he could hear Roman sniffle or laugh, but for the most part he stayed silent. Logan kept talking until he was sure that Roman was asleep.

“I think you’re asleep,” he said, “so I’m going to go. Remember that Thomas and I love you very much. We’ll…we’ll see you soon.”

He was about to hang up when he heard a very softly mumbled “Love you Lo…”

Logan smiled. “Get some rest. Goodnight.” He hit the end call button and sat back, deep in thought.

Then he opened a new tab on his computer and started mapping their trip.

“Dad! Dad! We have an emergency!”

Logan straightened as Thomas came running into his room. “What is it Thomas?”

“Papa doesn’t have any Christmas decorations!” Thomas exclaimed, looking as if this was the most disastrous thing in the world.

“What do you mean?” Logan asked.

Thomas huffed. “I was talking to him and showing him my ornament that I made in class and I asked him where his decorations where and he said that he didn’t have any!”

“Okay, Thomas, first, take a breath.” Logan said, worried about his son passing out on him.

Thomas did as he was told, and Logan sat down on his bed next to his suit case. “So, Papa doesn’t have any decorations at all?”

Thomas shook his head. “He said that he didn’t think he’d need them.”

Logan thought for a moment. “Well…Perhaps we should take ours.”

His son’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Well, they do belong to us, and we never did finish decorating all the way since we were waiting for him to get home,” Logan said, reasoning it out in his own head. “I think that it will make him very happy too.”

Thomas started jumping up and down. “You mean it Dad, you mean it?”

Logan chuckled. “Go start packing them up. I’ll be with you momentarily.”

Thomas grinned and ran out to the living room. Logan smiled as he watched him before he got up to finish packing.

They were leaving the next day to drive to New York. Logan was expecting it to take at least two days, though if there were no unexpected surprises, then perhaps they could make it in a day and half. He’d made Thomas promise not to say anything to Roman, wanting to surprise him. It had been hard for Logan not to say anything, though, as Roman seemed to get more and more upset every day that the skies in New York darken and the threat of snow grows closer, making the weather prediction accurate. They were already talking about flights being cancelled until after Christmas.

Logan just hoped that they were able to make it in time before the roads got too bad. Living in Florida meant that Logan wasn’t exactly the best at driving in the snow.

“Daaad! I can’t reach the star!”

Logan laughed softly to himself and shook his head as he went to help his son before he ended up breaking anything.

By the time the next morning rolled around, they had the car packed. Between Thomas’s and Logan’s suitcases, all their Christmas decorations (including the fake tree), and the presents, there was hardly any more room. Logan only hoped that they wouldn’t somehow come home with more than they left with.

Once Logan closed the back hatch to the car firmly shut, he turned to Thomas, who looked like he was more than ready to go. “Alright, go inside and use the bathroom before we leave. I want to drive a substantial distance from here before we need to stop.”

Thomas just said, “Okay!” and ran back inside.

Logan sighed and leaned against the car. A part of him couldn’t believe that he was about to do this, but he figured that Patton was right. He needed to think about what was best for his family. Besides, he couldn’t stand both of his boys being so upset. If Logan was being honest with himself, though, he wanted this just as much as Thomas did.

Suddenly he heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He opened his eyes and looked around, slightly surprised to see Patton and Virgil stepping out of their car.

“What are you two doing here?” Logan asked as he straightened up and walked over to them.

“Well, we couldn’t let you just leave without us,” Patton said.

It was then that Logan saw that they were toting a rather large suitcase. “I wasn’t aware that you were accompanying us,” Logan said.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Look, you said it yourself that you weren’t sure you could make the trip driving by yourself. We’re here to help you out.”

“And help pay for gas!” Patton exclaimed. “And watch Thomas, of course.”

“I…I can’t let you do that,” Logan said.

“Sure you can,” Virgil said, lugging the bag over to the car. “Trust me, we’re doing this for Thomas’s sake. I’ve seen you sleep deprived and living solely off of coffee, and there’s no way I’m trusting you behind the wheel like that. Especially not with Thomas in the car.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but he offered his friends a small smile. “Thank you,” he muttered.

Patton gave him a tight hug. “We knew you wouldn’t ask us directly, so we just figured if we showed up you wouldn’t have a choice.”

“You’re not supposed to tell him that, Pat!” Virgil exclaimed.

“Oops,” Patton said with a small shrug, which only made Virgil smile and shake his head.

“Uncle Patton! Uncle Virgil!” Thomas’s voice came from the house as he ran out and right into Patton’s arms. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re going to come with you!” Patton said.

“Yeah, we’re going to make sure your dad doesn’t lose his mind driving for so long,” Virgil said, walking over to ruffle Thomas’s hair.

Thomas’s face lit up as he grinned. “Yay! All of our family will be together on Christmas!”

Logan smiled softly, wondering what he did to deserve such amazing friends and an even greater son.

“Well, not if we get going. I’ll help you find a place for that bag Virge.”

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thorne93 · 6 years

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Whirlwind Romance (Part 5)

Prompt: You’re getting married to Chris Evans… Everything in your life is perfect… Except when you break the news to your two best friends: Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 1976

Warnings: language, anger, angst, adult themes??

Notes: This is for @carryonmyswansong challenge (Double Season, Multifaceted, 500 Follower Celebration, Writing Challenge!): Prompt – You’re marrying the wrong person! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes bcuz shes amazing and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo@carryonmyswansong for letting me brainstorm with them. Got this idea from @formyfandoms… Fic image made by the super bomb @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

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February 9th had arrived, which meant only one thing -- a killer birthday bash to honor your best friend.

Tom and you had actually gone to RADA together, which is how you met. Not only that, but you discovered you both had a large interest in literature. You studied in the States, and he in Europe, naturally, before coming to RADA. The two of you instantly hit it off, graduated together, and stayed great friends for the past thirteen years. And only a friend of your magnitude knew how to throw a party for him.

If this was a party for Seb, it would be low-key. A cake, a few presents, maybe some drinks. No more than twenty guests. But for Tom, he liked theatrics, a bit. He liked soirees, he liked big scenes where he could dance the night away. And that’s exactly what you gave him at your Los Angeles home.

It was a surprise party of course, Tom had no way of knowing. You kept everything very hush hush and offered him a drink at your place, but when he got there, a whole crew of all your friends burst out when you turned on the lights. Tom’s mouth fell open in an appreciative smile before turning to you to pull you into a one armed hug and a kiss to the hair to thank you.

Everything was catered, drinks were served all night, everyone was dancing and partying, playing very drunk party games. It was only at the very end of the night, when nearly everyone had gone home, or passed out at your place, that you and Tom were still up, a little buzzed, and talking.

The two of you discussed the wedding a little further, trading ideas, brainstorming. All in all, it was a wonderful night.

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Chris was in New York, working on Broadway… well, more like rehearsing on Broadway. The two of you hadn’t really discussed the wedding any further, since you needed to decide on a location before you could settle anything else. But with him working, and you about to start filming, there hadn’t been much chance.

Sebastian had some filming and interviews to do in town so he swung by your place one night when he wrapped up early. It was only two weeks later when Sebastian was at your house.

“So any news on the wedding?” Sebastian asked as soon as he plopped down on your couch.

“None, too busy,” you noted simply.

“Man, I hear that. I couldn’t imagine planning a wedding with the schedule you two have.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What about an engagement party?” he inquired.

You groaned, your head falling onto the back of the couch. “I totally forgot. Thanks for adding to my list of shit to do,” you teased in an exhausted tone.

“Hey, anything for a friend,” he shot back. “Man, I’m starving. What have you got to eat in this joint?” he asked as he stood and went over to your fridge.

“Let me see,” you remarked, not looking up from your phone. “Water, smoothies, fresh fruit...oh, and nothing. I have nothing.”

“Well that’s about to change. Get your ass in the car, we’re going shopping,” he ordered.

“Sounds like a plan!” you excitedly responded. Usually, unless Chris was around, you ate very little, the joys of being an actress. You had to ensure you were really slim for this upcoming role, but Seb ate like a horse, and it gave you an excuse to eat like a normal human being every now and again.

You and Seb piled into your car, and you set off down the road to the grocery store. As soon as Don’t Stop Believin’ came on the radio though, you two turned into the hugest dorks in the city. As soon as the singing started, you two joined in, causing a duet inside your sedan. The two of you were belting out as loud, and as well as you could.

As you got out of the car at the store, the two of you were still laughing and poking fun at each other’s singing.

“Oh, I can’t hit high notes?” you asked incredulously. “What about you? Mr. Doesn’t-Know-The-Words-To-Any-Song,” you teased.

“At least I’m in key,” he muttered.

“For the wrong words!” you insisted loudly with a laugh as you grabbed a cart. The two of you took off into the store. “Okay, so what are you in the mood for? Chicken parmesan? Chicken noodle soup? Hamburgers?”

“One of each?”

You laughed. “I wish, but no, only one. What’s it gonna be?”

“Well, your salisbury steak is unbeatable,” he noted with a hint of longing in his voice as he gave you puppy eyes.

You rolled your eyes playfully before heading off to grab the meat, as if you could ever say no to him. Well, within reason.

“Seb, do you want potatoes or rice for a side?” you asked, before looking up to find him. Only to realize he was gone. For a split second, you panicked, where the hell did he go? “Seb?” you called out a little above speaking volume.

“You’ll have to find me!” you heard from over the aisle.

“Sebastian!” you called back, a tone of annoyance in your voice. “Sebastian!” you stressed. “You’re a grown man in a store,” you huffed as you pushed your cart out of the aisle into the main aisle.

No response happened and you knew what this was going to lead to so you stealthily moved around the store trying desperately to find him, but in this grocery store, it was nearly impossible.

“Dammit, where did he go?” you muttered as you pushed the cart. Finally, you caught a glimpse of him at the end of an aisle. “Stan!” you shouted. “Don’t… move!” you warned before laughing, seeing him disappear again. At this, you abandoned the nearly empty cart and broke into a sprint, following where he was going, or where he would’ve gone. Finally, you realized you needed to get ahead of him.

You were tiptoeing in and out of aisles, keeping low to the floor, trying to spot him, but so far having no luck. Just as you were creeping around one corner, someone grabbed your shoulders and shouted, “Ah!” making you nearly jump out of your skin.

You shrieked, embarrassingly loudly, and spun quickly, only to smack the shit out of his arm.

“You son of a bitch!” you laughed. “Don’t do that!”

“I think… I won that round,” he said, leaning down and getting in your face, making you stick your tongue out at him. “Oh, real mature, Y/N, real mature.”

“Are you serious right now? You just initiated a game of hide and seek inside a grocery store,” you accused as he started to walk away.

Without looking back, Sebastian grabbed a box of rice and threw it over his shoulder at you, forcing you to think fast to catch it.

“Rice for dinner, to answer your question,” he replied with smugness in his voice.

“I’m gonna poison your dinner,” you promised in a mutter he probably didn’t hear.

Once the two of you grabbed your things and got back to your house, the dinner preparations began. You asked Seb to cut onions while you prepared the meat. Before the two of you began, you had turned on the radio to cook to -- a ritual of yours. When an upbeat song came on, Sebastian started singing loudly and shaking his hips, making you grin and laugh.

As soon as you got the patties ready to go in, you slapped them in the skillet, the two of you still dancing around each other. At one point, he grabbed your hand and twirled you away from him then back in, until you had to pull away to check the patties.

“Ah, allow me,” he said, bowing forward.

You stepped aside, pressing your smile into a firm line before saying, “Be my guest.”

He took the skillet and started to pretend to flip it before you shouted, “No! Don’t!” while laughing. You took the skillet from him and flipped the burgers correctly with a spatula.

“Spoil sport. I would’ve had it!”

“Or you would’ve ruined your dinner. Why don’t you work on something safer, like the rice.”

“Oh, you mean this rice?” he asked as he took a few grains and threw them at you one by one.

“Yeah, those. Try throwing those in a skillet, would ya?” you asked with a stern, yet playful smile.

“Yes, mother dear,” he mocked before throwing a few more at you.

“So help me, Sebastian, I will throw your special dinner in the trash…” you warned.

He came up right behind you and lowly whispered, “You wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh? And why wouldn’t i?”

“You’re too hungry. Besides, you hate wasting food,” he stated before skipping off to fill the pot full of water.

“You’re too confident,” you said, shaking your head.

“And you’re too predictable,” he noted with a happy grin.

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“Ugh, that was amazing,” Seb complimented before falling back onto the couch after the meal. The TV turned on in the background, just for noise.

“Thank you,” you said. “You weren’t so bad yourself,” you teased.

“What time is it?” he asked before glancing at his phone. “Shit, it’s almost midnight. I need to go check into my hotel.”

“Hotel? What? No. You’re staying here,” you insisted.

“What? I couldn’t do that,” he said, shaking his head, starting to get up.

“It’s no trouble. You take the master and I’ll sleep on the couch,” you offered, getting up as well.

“I’m not kicking you out on your couch,” Seb responded as if you were absurd. “Speaking of, who buys a house without a guest bedroom?”

“Someone who needs an office?” you reminded.

“Right, to work on all those charities,” he remembered, almost as if muttering to himself.

“Mhm. Anyway, you take the bed, you have to be somewhere early in the morning. I’ll take the couch.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. “Fine, if you’re gonna be a pain in the ass about it.”

“I always am,” you assured with an amused smile.

“Goodnight,” he said as he headed off to your bedroom.

“Night,” you quietly returned.

As soon as Seb got situated in your room, you got a call from Chris.

“Hello?” you said, wondering why Chris was up this late.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted in the most exhausted tone you’d ever heard.

“Hey, hun. What’s up? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he assured in a tired voice. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

“It’s nearly 2 am over there, what are you doing up?”

“Rehearsal ran long, then I had to go get something to eat, and I ran into some fans…” he explained, sounding worn out from just explaining it.

“Oh, do you want me to let you go?” you wondered.

“No, no, that’s fine, sweetheart. Have you thought any more on a location?”

“For the wedding? Not really. I think I want some place warm though,” you tried.

“So… a beach?”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

“So, that leaves California and the south…” he slowly said.

“Or, we could always do it in a garden,” you offered, holding your breath. “There are gardens all over the US that we could use.”

“A garden sounds really nice, babe, I’d like that. Why don’t you look up some of the prettiest gardens and we’ll take a look?”

“Alright,” you said, excited the wheels were finally moving on this.

“Alright. Great. Well I’m gonna hit the hay, I just really needed to hear your voice. I miss you so much.”

“Miss you too,” you said, leaning on your couch, feeling lonely, missing his presence.

“Talk to you later?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, goodnight then. I love you.”

“I love you too. Night.”

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The Star & His First Love (pt 6)

Characters: EXO D.O./Kyungsoo + OC

Type: Fluff

Length: 5.5K

Whenever EXO goes on interviews and is asked about love, Doh Kyungsoo always gives the same, short, and vague answer. He only fell in love once, and he got rejected. Nothing more, nothing less.

Years later, he meets his first love, again.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 {Part 6} Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 6 - Dusk, Dread, and Dawn

“Three years then. I’ll ask you in three years. No go-backs.”

“Okay then, that’s a promise.”

“I’m gonna wait, you know. You better not be messing with me.”

I woke up with a start.

Why is it so dark? What time is it?

I blinked again and again, but I still couldn’t see anything. It was cold, and I found out that I’d been lying on the ground. Wait, what am I doing on the ground? Where the hell am I?

I realized it was dark all around, only the faint light from the moon was helping me distinguish the figures around me; trees, a building at the other side, and more trees. The wind kept blowing and I can’t help but shiver. I didn’t have a jacket with me so I helplessly clung to the sleeve of my thin sweater. This place seemed oddly familiar.

I tried to stand but my legs were like jelly, and I had nowhere to hold on to for support. Several questions were already invading my mind. Where am I, how did I get here, what did I do here..

Shit.

I’m at school.

I’m at our high school campus.

The realization hit me like a truck and I had to keep my breath steady - I didn’t even realize I was breathing so hard already. I fumbled for my phone in my pocket and stared at the screen on standby. It’s 6:30PM.

I’m locked inside the school.

I stood up way too quick, my sight suddenly blurring and my head spinning. I was overwhelmed by everything happening right now, and more even so by the memories I remembered. I remember everything now. I can’t believe it, I can’t believe I’ve done nothing the past years! I was internally panicking, it was pitch black and I was stuck inside the school. I tried to shove the feeling away. I’m not afraid of the dark anymore. I’m not afraid anymore, it’s gone, it’s gone. But the more I tried to tell myself, the more my heart hammered in my chest. Stupid irrational fears. I can’t let the panic get to me. Panicking won’t help, panicking won’t get me out of this.

My phone suddenly rang and vibrated, causing me to drop it. Shit. My hand was shaking when I picked it up, and saw Clara’s name on the screen. Thank god! I immediately pressed the green button to answer the call.

“Oh --- god, where -- you? We’ve --- calling for—”

The line was choppy at first, and I couldn’t make out parts of what she was saying.

“Clara— Clara—” I realized my voice was shaky, and my throat hurt. I suddenly felt thirsty and hungry. How many hours was I out? I haven’t eaten since morning! My last meal was at 6AM. How will I get out of here? What time will I get to leave this place?

“Dana? Hello? What’s happening? Where are you?”

The gates are locked, there’s no light. Where will I go and where will I stay? How can I enter the buildings with no lights on? A hundred thoughts and questions were flooding in my mind. This was the panic taking over. I frantically looked around while walking. Jack said the field was the only place with light. I need to go. I need to stay away from the dark.

“Clara– it’s dark, I can’t see anything–” I suddenly said. I almost forgot she was on the phone with me, my panic was making my thoughts sway. It’s so cold here, how can I keep warm? What if I get hypothermia or something?

“What the–? Calm down, don’t cry, what happened? Tell me!”

Crying? Was I crying?

“I f-fainted, my head hurt, it h-hurt so much,” I suddenly tripped on something I didn’t see, and I landed on soft ground, covered with grass. Grass? Am I at the field? I tried standing up again but my legs were shaking. “I can’t move, I can’t move my legs..” I muttered to myself.

“Dana, tell me where you are!”

I don’t know where I am. I’m standing on grassy ground, but only the school field has a grassy ground. Where are the lights? Why is it still so dark?! I rubbed at my chest, trying to control my breathing and my hearbeat. Stop panicking, stop panicking. But it was hard to think straight, not with the cold, my phobia, and slight dizziness picking at me from all sides.

“It’s c-cold, I can’t see, I can’t breathe..”

I need to stay somewhere, I need to stay put and think straight. But where? I rubbed at my face and realized it was wet with tears. Crap, where should I go?

“Dana, where are you?! We’re coming to get you!” Clara frantically said. I know where to go. Back to the wishing well.

“W-w-wishing well, back of the gym. The wishing well, back at school, hurry.” My teeth were suddenly chattering, and my voice was shaking. I don’t know if she understood me - I turned around and made my way back to the gym. Even in the dark, I could get there. I knew that place by heart. That was the only safe place I could think of at the moment.

“Dana! Please! Tell me exactly where you are!”

Darn it, I almost forgot about Clara again!

“Clara, I’m at school! I’m at our old school--”

But there was silence on the other end, and my phone’s light suddenly disappeared, leaving me alone in darkness. I tapped at the screen, but nothing was happening. I pressed the buttons on the side on the phone, but it still wasn’t lighting up. That’s when I remembered, when I checked the time on my phone, the battery was blinking red. There were also missed calls that I didn’t check at the time.

I’m so stupid, that was my chance of getting out of here, and I blew it. I let the panic get to me. I closed my eyes hard, took a deep breath, and tried to handle my emotions better this time. I wanted to cry even more, but I know that won’t get me anywhere. I cursed myself and tried walking again, slowly, back to the wishing well.

“That’s it everyone, thanks for today!” the group’s choreographer said, and applauded them for a good job. They all clapped as well and thanked their choreographer for his hard work.

Kyungsoo wiped off his forehead sweat with the back of his hand and made his way to the desk at the far end of the room, where his phone was. It was unusual for him to check his phone, he rarely even uses it, but he was waiting for something, but more like someone.

He perked up when he saw a text message on the screen. But it wasn’t from the person he was expecting. It was from Clara, she texted about half an hour ago. He was excited to read the message anyway, because she never texted him unless it was about Dana. His eyebrows scrunched together when he read what she texted.

Hey, did u see Dana this afternoon?

Kyungsoo gulped, and the gears in his head were turning. He met up with Dana in the morning but he hasn’t seen her afterwards. Why did Clara suddenly ask if he had seen her? Him, of all people? It was a bit random to text him about this, unless she knew something. Did she know they were together in the morning? Were he and Dana spotted together? Did someone see? He knew it was a risky move, going out in public like that. He didn’t even have their manager with him, and he met alone with Dana. Anyone who would’ve seen them at that time would’ve had suspicions for sure.

Were there articles about it already? He didn’t want to check yet, a bit scared of what he might find. His eyes drifted to his members, who were joking around and laughing. He didn’t want to burden them anymore - he felt bad when he didn’t return for practice after attending the get-together with his high school classmates. He wasn’t supposed to stay the night at Clara’s house, but he didn’t want to leave, Dana was there. He hasn’t seen her for years, and this was his only chance.

Their leader, Junmyeon, kept asking him why he didn’t return immediately the day after. Their rehearsal was delayed for hours because of his absence. Kyungsoo didn’t want to tell Junmyeon that he waited for a chance to talk to a girl, and he didn’t want to say that he rushed her to the hospital and risked going out in public again. Their group had more than enough issues already, two Chinese members leaving, an ongoing issue with another Chinese member, and a dating scandal, even. Everyone was on edge, and he didn’t want to add to the tension. He kept it a secret instead, and apologized profusely to Junmyeon and everyone else, saying he won’t burden them again. He knew they weren’t mad, but were more likely worried. Sehun even asked him if he was leaving the group and he had to assure him thoroughly that he wasn’t thinking of such things.

He decided to act casual as he replied to Clara.

I haven’t seen her. Did something happen?

Kyungsoo kept tapping his foot on the floor, staring at his phone for a reply. Clara usually replied instantly, what’s taking so long? He was aware that only five minutes have passed, but that girl texts back at lightning speed, especially when they were talking about Dana. Calm down, Kyungsoo. She’s probably having dinner or something, he thought to himself. You’re not the only one with a tight schedule.

Feeling impatient, Kyungsoo looked up from his phone, and he accidentally locked eyes with Sehun, who was watching him from a few feet away. One of Sehun’s eyebrows raised in question. Kyungsoo blinked a few times before he averted his gaze, and kept his face neutral. He didn’t want to tell this to their maknae, not now. But even then, Sehun was already getting suspicious. Earlier, he kept asking where Kyungsoo went in the morning, and why he kept looking at his phone during breaks. Kyungsoo just plainly avoided both questions, saying he was just bored. He casually looked at his phone’s screen again, but still, there was no reply.

“So, who’s Clara?”

Before Kyungsoo could even blink, his phone was snatched from behind and was in the hand of their tallest member.

“What the fuck, Chanyeol?!” Kyungsoo exclaimed, while desperately trying to reaching for his phone. Chanyeol was holding it up, and running around the dance room. At this, all of the other members turned to look at the commotion.

“Kyungsoo’s texting a girl!” Chanyeol shouted, still running around.

“Really?! Are you sure?” Sehun said and ran after Chanyeol. The other members - Baekhyun, Jongin, and Jongdae - flocked around Chanyeol as well, and Kyungsoo couldn’t stop them. Minseok, Yixing, and Junmyeon stayed where they were, looking from Chanyeol to Kyungsoo. Apparently they were confused with what was going on. The ones gathered around Chanyeol suddenly shouted all together, yelling and jumping around. Kyungsoo approached them and held out his hand, death glare on, and Chanyeol placed the phone back on Kyungsoo’s hand with a wide grin on his face.

“Kyungsoo’s texting someone named Clara!” Baekhyun exclaimed.

“D.O., what’s the meaning of this?” Junmyeon suddenly asked, with a curious expression on his face. Kyungsoo was about to say that Clara was just an old classmate when Sehun suddenly piped in, “Is she the one, Kyungsoo? The one you were talking about?”

They all looked from Sehun to Kyungsoo. His eyes widened, a memory of being drunk and opening up to Sehun flashing in his mind. He didn’t know what to say, even if he said no, they would still ask questions. Words failed him, and he kept opening his mouth and closing it again.

“What? What is Sehun saying? What does he know?” Jongdae suddenly asked, and he lightly stomped his feet on the floor. “You told Sehun about it, but not us?” he whined.

“Kyungsoo, if she’s that girl, how long have you been seeing her? Why didn’t you tell us?” Jongin suddenly asked, a mischievous smile on his face. Crap, he forgot that Jongin knew about it too. He vowed never to drink recklessly again.

“And did I hear it right? Did you say Clara?” Minseok asked out of the blue.

“Kyungsoo, answer us, is it her? Your first love? The one from high school?” Sehun urged, with a hint of seriousness on his face. They all gasped and fell silent for a few seconds.

“No way--the girl from high school you kept mentioning in interviews?” Chanyeol asked, his grin still plastered on his face, his eyes even wider than they usually are. Yixing suddenly stood up from where he was sitting on the floor. “I knew it, is that why you went back late that one time? You went to a high school reunion right? You met up with her!” Yixing said brightly, and snapped his fingers. Kyungsoo gulped, he didn’t expect things to escalate this quickly. Everyone started to make noise and talk all at the same time, asking about the girl, saying their own theories, clapping and happily yelling at Kyungsoo.

Junmyeon lightly tapped Kyungsoo’s shoulder and said, “Hey, if this was about her, why didn’t you just tell me?” he said with a soft smile on his face.

“I--I wasn’t sure how you’d take it..” Kyungsoo softly said. Junmyeon just shook his head and laughed. “Well, there’s your answer.” Junmyeon said, nodding his head to the direction of the members. They were all happy, and they all looked excited. They were all crowding Kyungsoo and asking him to tell them about it. He never expected this reaction from them. His heart suddenly felt strangely warmed by it. Before he could speak, the phone in his hand suddenly vibrated.

Clara was calling.

Clara never called him, she only sent texts. What was happening?

“Is it her? Is she calling? Answer it! Answer it!” Jongin said excitedly over Kyungsoo’s shoulder.

“I have to go..” Kyungsoo said, grabbing his bag from under the desk. The members whined and told him to stay, but he felt that something was wrong. Clara’s call ended, and a text from her popped up on the screen.

Important. Call when u get this.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about it,” Kyungsoo explained as he put his cap on his head and swung his bag across his shoulder. “But Sehun and Jongin can. Ask them about it.” Jongin and Sehun suddenly looked at each other, obviously surprised at Kyungsoo’s remark. They’ve been keeping it a secret for the past year, but apparently Kyungsoo is now ready to open up to the others.

“Where are you going? Are you going to see her?” Junmyeon asked. This time, Kyungsoo didn’t avoid the question, and simply nodded his head. Junmyeon didn’t ask any further, he just smiled and nodded, urging him to go.

“Give our regards to Clara!” Baekhyun shouted before Kyungsoo went out the door. Kyungsoo turned around and pointed at him.

“First of all, it’s not Clara. It’s Dana. Her name is Dana.”

He could still hear the members’ loud yelling and clapping when he turned to the elevator at the end of the hall.

When he reached the ground floor, he called back Clara as he made his way to his car. She answered on the first ring.

“What’s wrong?” he immediately asked when she picked up. Then he suddenly heard sobbing on the other line. “It’s Dana, we don’t know where she is, I think she fainted again, and we can’t find her---” Clara bawled before finishing her sentence.

“What do you mean you can’t find her? Did you trying calling?”

But Clara just kept crying. Kyungsoo kept telling her to calm down first but she wouldn’t stop. Then he heard someone else talk on the other side of the line.

“Hello? D.O. is this you? This is Stiles.”

“Yes, Dr. Stiles, it’s me. What’s happening? Where’s Dana?”

“We don’t know where she is, we called her and she seemed like she was in trouble. She said she fainted, and that she’s cold and can’t see anything.”

Kyungsoo's heart felt like a rock inside his chest. He cursed himself, he was just with Dana earlier in the morning, he can’t believe that she had an episode again. He was blaming himself because he visited her and tried talking about the past. Did it cause her to have dizziness again? Was it his fault?

Kyungsoo turned on the engine on his car and put his phone on speaker mode and placed it on the dashboard. “She didn’t say where she was? What else did she say?” he asked, and he drove away from their building.

“She only said one thing, that she was at-- the back of a wishing well? She was stuttering and we couldn’t understand the rest. We’ve been looking up places where there are wells, and we’re going to this park at the other side of town---”

“Wait, did you say, wishing well?” Kyungsoo interrupted.

“Yes, that’s what we heard. Do you know what place she’s talking about?” Stiles asked. If Kyungsoo was right, it was back in their old school. But what would Dana be doing there? Did Dana suddenly remember and went back? His eyes suddenly widened at the thought.

“Dr. Stiles, I think I know a place, but I’m not a hundred percent sure. Could you check other places, please? I might be wrong.” Kyungsoo explained. He didn’t want to waste time, just in case he was mistaken. Stiles agreed and said they’d look for other locations. “I’ll call you guys when I find her. If I’m right.” Kyungsoo said, before ending the call.

I swear to god, that girl is stubborn. She could’ve just asked me, Kyungsoo thought while shaking his head. Back in high school, Dana was the epitome of stubbornness. When she didn’t want to do something, she would take the hard way just to avoid it. He saw that same stubbornness in her eyes back at the breakfast bar. It was like she wanted to ask a lot of things, but she was stopping herself. Don’t hold back, Kyungsoo kept thinking. But Dana really stood her ground and didn’t ask about anything. He knew that she was starting to remember bits and pieces, but was afraid to ask about it.

Then again, he himself was also hesitant to ask about a lot of things. He wanted to ask if she still felt the same way. He still can’t believe that Dana was getting headaches from remembering things related to him. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was he a bad part of her past she wanted to badly forget? He wanted to ask but didn’t want to risk her having another episode. Kyungsoo still felt bad about the accident three years ago. He still partly blames himself for what happened.

He tried testing her memory several times, asking about random stuff from high school. He mentioned putting a mural, testing if she could remember the mural behind the gym where he confessed, but she seemed to miss that. He also tried if she remembered how they said goodbye to each other, he’d say ‘see you’ and she’d reply ‘see you Soo.’ It was a joke between them, because it sounded like ‘see you soon.’ But she didn’t seem to catch that either. But to Kyungsoo’s surprise, Dana also remembered a bunch of stuff, and she didn’t get dizzy the whole time they were together.

He didn’t want to hope, but Kyungsoo saw it in her face more than once, the way color crept into her cheeks when he caught her staring at him, or when she remembered stuff and when he praised her. It was hard for him to keep his face neutral during those times, he wanted to laugh at her blushing face, but fortunately he managed to stop himself. The Dana from high school would’ve slapped herself for even blushing at his comments. Like him, Dana was sarcastic and liked to curse at times, not really the prim and proper type. Now she’s the complete opposite, getting all shy and quiet. She’s become tame, he laughed while thinking to himself.

He also can’t believe that Dana knew one of their songs. They’ve only released that album 4 months ago. What’s more, it was the song. It was a pity she didn’t remember that it was the song he wrote and sang for her when he confessed back in high school. He continued writing it and asked their management if it could be a part of one of their future albums. Luckily, it was included in their second album. What would Dana think if she found out that the song My Answer is about her? She must’ve realized at some point that she heard the song before, because of all their songs, it was the only one that stuck to her.

With more determination than ever, Kyungsoo sped up his car, praying hard that Dana was alright and that she really was at that wishing well.

“Why is it so fucking cold..” he said to himself when he got out of his car. He grabbed his phone and another jacket from the backseat, remembering that Stiles said Dana was cold. Didn’t she bring a jacket? Even in high school she didn’t like to bring her own jacket and would use his jacket instead. Kyungsoo couldn’t drive all the way to the school gate because the road was still being fixed - which was like how it was even back then - and because a car was parked near the street light ahead. Was it Dana’s car?

He ran to the car and tried peering through the windows. The car was heavily tinted, but it didn’t seem like anybody was inside. He knocked on the glass and tried calling Dana’s name but there was no response. If this really was her car, she’s probably inside the campus, at the wishing well like she said. Kyungsoo hurriedly went to the school gate, but cursed when he realized it was locked. He tried pushing the gate but it wouldn’t even budge. They’ve improved the gate since the last time he was here.

Was Dana even at this place? Why was the gate locked? Was she stuck inside, for some reason? Kyungsoo stared through the gate’s spaces, realizing it was pitch black inside. Dana has nyctophobia, and he wasn’t even sure if she’s gotten over it yet. Where are the fucking lights? Where’s the security? His mind suddenly drifted to Jack, the security guard they used to get along with. Did he still work here?

Kyungsoo looked around, and couldn’t see any other entrances to the school. The walls were too high to climb over and there were no trees nearby that he could climb on. His only option was this gate, which has gotten higher than the one he used to climb over back in high school. It also looked harder to climb on, because there were only a few places where you could place your foot on. But Dana was could still be in there, somewhere. Cold and afraid. He had no other choice but to climb.

It was easy at first, but got difficult near the top. Kyungsoo didn’t know where to place his foot. He had to heave himself up and rely on his upper body strength to reach the top part of the gate. Thankfully, he managed to reach the top in one heave. He groaned, his arms suddenly aching, but was suddenly thankful for his members for urging him to go to the gym. He carefully went across the other side of the gate. Now, his only problem was how to go down. The next step was too far for him to reach. He needed to let go.

“Well, fuck, here goes.” He said, then jumped. Kyungsoo stumbled and fell on his side, but other than that, he didn’t get hurt. That didn’t stop him from muttering curses though. He looked around, trying to gauge where he was. He wasn’t sure if the school’s interior changed or what.

Kyungsoo squinted, and raised his phone so he could have a bit of light. There was a faint light from the moon, but with his eyesight, it was hard to see at all. He just walked straight, trying to remember where the gym was. It was across the school field, if they didn’t tear the place down yet.

“Dana?” he shouted, but there was no answer. He tried calling Dana’s name once in a while, hoping that she could hear it wherever she was. He stopped short when he suddenly felt the ground turn from hard to soft. Was he at the school field now? He tried touching the ground, and it was grassy. If he was at the school field, the gym had to be straight ahead. Kyungsoo kept walking, and if he was right, he could be at the gym in no time. He knew the way to that place by heart. It was his and Dana’s sanctuary.

He finally reached a building, and went to the side. He was walking with his hand on the wall, when he suddenly heard a soft coughing. “Dana?” he shouted. Kyungsoo ran to the direction of the sound and looked around frantically. “What the f--” he almost tripped on something, and realized he had nudged someone’s foot on the ground. He pointed his phone screen towards it, and saw a small crouched figure on the ground. She coughed again and sneezed, then looked up at him.

“Dana! What the hell!” Kyungsoo crouched and helped her sit up. He touched her face and she was freaking cold. “Dana, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked. But she only stared at him with glassy eyes, like she wasn’t absorbing what has happening, that he was here. Kyungsoo made her wear the other jacket he had with him, and put the hood over her head. She still wasn’t talking, and she was only looking at Kyungsoo, like she can’t believe he was here.

“Can you stand, Dana?” Kyungsoo asked. She seemed to understand this, and she shook her head. She tried to stand up, holding on to Kyungsoo’s arms, but her legs wobbled and gave way. “Never mind, I’ll have to carry you.” Then in a flash, Dana was suddenly in Kyungsoo’s arms, and he was carrying her away.

“Why were you even here? At this hour? Were you locked in?” Kyungsoo kept asking, but Dana still wasn’t answering. Instead, she put her arms around Kyungsoo’s neck and hugged tight, and snuggled her head against his neck. Kyungsoo gulped, and hoped she couldn’t feel his heart hammering through his chest. He slightly moved his lips to her hair. “It’s fine, I got you.”

He stopped at the gate, and realized they won’t be able to get out as well. Dana can’t climb, and he wasn’t that strong to carry her. Plus he wouldn’t risk her falling and getting injured. He walked to the guard house near the gate and slowly placed Dana down near the door. “I’m just gonna call someone.” Kyungsoo said, taking his phone out of his pocket and dialing Clara’s number. Dana nodded, bringing her knees closer to her, and clutching the bag she had with her. Clara answered on the second ring, and Kyungsoo told her that he found Dana at their old school. Clara said they were about to call the police before he called, but thank god they didn’t. They don’t need this to come out on the news. Their only problem now was how they could get out of the school, with the gates locked and all.

Kyungsoo and Clara were debating on calling the police to help them get out when Kyungsoo suddenly felt a tug on his leg. He turned around and Dana was holding on to him, and had a small piece of paper on her other hand. He put Clara on hold and bent down next to Dana. He saw what she was holding out, it was a business card. Kyungsoo looked at it quizzically, not sure what to do with it when Dana suddenly spoke. “Jack. Call Jack,” she softly said, pointing at the business card. “He can open the gate.” her voice faltered. Kyungsoo’s eyes widened at the realization and began calling the number on the card. Dana stared at him as he talked, and when she saw him smile, she smiled too, even when she couldn’t understand half of what he was saying.

“Jack’s coming, we’re gonna get out in a little while.” he brightly said. Then he suddenly took both of Dana’s hands and started rubbing them together. “Your hands are freaking cold..” Kyungsoo softly said, then he sat beside Dana while still keeping her hands warm. When Kyungsoo stopped to check his phone again, Dana wrapped her arms around the arm he wasn’t using, and snuggled closer to his neck again. She was really tired, and she was cold. She felt Kyungsoo’s hand lightly brushing her head, and before she knew it, she must’ve drifted off to sleep again.

I must’ve woken up several times already.

It was dark earlier, but now there was faint light peeking out from the window to my right. It was like dawn was breaking. Was this what it felt like to be drunk, waking up several times and not knowing where you are? I looked around, and the walls were white, and there was someone sitting on a chair near my bed, and his head was resting near my hand. He seemed to be sleeping. He even looked like Kyungsoo. Am I still in a dream? Awhile ago it was like Kyungsoo was saving me from the dark.

I touched the hair of the person sleeping near me, and he suddenly shifted, turning his face to look at me. Wow, he looked a lot like Kyungsoo, they could be identical twins. Or was this really him? I’m still dreaming, right? I was staring at him, and he just blinked while staring back. He broke the stare and started rubbing his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” he suddenly asked. He even sounded like Kyungsoo. This dream looked too real all of a sudden. “I don’t know, you look real.” I said and I poked him in the cheek. He felt real too. Was I really awake now? I looked around and saw a dextrose tube attached to my left arm. So I’m in a hospital? Since when?

“What is it with you and mornings?” Kyungsoo softly whispered, and he gave me a lazy smile. He looked like he was up all night, but the way he smiled at me made me feel like I was worth staying up all night for. If this was real, I just realized he’s been with me for two mornings straight. Fans are gonna kill me, again.

Kyungsoo lightly touched the side of my face. “You’re not cold anymore, you feel any better?” he asked. What cold? I’m only feeling warm inside right now. Kyungsoo suddenly smirked, and I realized he must’ve seen my face turn red. He shook his head and was about to stand up when I grabbed his hand. He looked at me in question, waiting for me to say something, but I just stared at him. The corner of his mouth quirked up suddenly, like he seemed to understand, even if no words came out of my mouth.

“I have to go, they’ve been looking for me all night. You’ll be okay here.” he softly said. “Plus, it’s only 5AM. You should get more sleep.” I didn’t realize it was still that early, and that’s when I felt my eyelids getting heavier. I heard a low chuckle from Kyungsoo. “You’re still not letting go of my hand.” he laughed. I realized I was holding his hand tight, so I loosened my grip on it, and slowly placed my hand back on the bed.

“I’ll come back, that’s a promise.” he said and smiled, patting the top of my head. What am I, a puppy?

He suddenly laughed deeply. “A puppy is cuter than you are.” he joked. I must’ve said that out loud. I just smiled lightly, blinking and fighting hard to stay awake, but Kyungsoo urged me to continue sleeping. “Sleep. I’ll be back when you wake up.” he told me. I smiled and nodded at him, as long as he comes back, it’s alright. I can’t fight the sleepiness anymore.

“See you.” he said, before turning around to leave.

“See you, Soo.” I softly said. I finally let the sleep take over, and closed my eyes slowly.

Before I could drift off, I saw him open his mouth and smile in relief.

Because I remembered.

I remember everything now.

✨ The Star & His First Love

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My dude, I keep imagining singing sappy love songs to the Edgy skelebros and watching them turn beet red. Can I have a little scenario? -K

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS PROMPT WHEN I SAID I WAS OUT OF FLUFF. Also I think I maaay have gone a bit angsty on Boss’, but that song always just really reminds me of him? it kind of gives off that straddling between longing and romance i was feeling for the scenario, and I’m a sucker for ldr cliches

UF!Sans: Sans checks his phone for the fifth time this hour, trying to figure out the soonest time he can start dropping hints to go home.

To be perfectly honest, this hasn’t been as bad as he was expecting. When you said you wanted him to meet your friends tonight he had been planning exit strategies pretty much since he walked in the door. But it hadn’t been that terrible. Clearly you’d briefed them on his own issues with personal space and overtalkativeness, so they’d mostly let him be, not harassing him with too many questions or trying to hard to get him to talk. They were okay people, which was high praise from him.

Still, he was starting to burn out, and at this point didn’t want to do much more than get home and crash with you on the couch until he fell asleep. But it looked to be a few more minutes before he could.

One of your friends had brought out a guitar and was pestering you to sing something with them. You were resistant to it, which was honestly a damn shame. Your voice was gorgeous, and it was something you didn’t share that often. Still, he was too tired and irritated to really think much about it, and his fingers were starting to tap restlessly against the chair he was slumped in, shoulders tense.

You were starting to register his shifting, and decided it was time to make an exit soon. “For the last time, no.” You stretched your arms a bit, feigning more fatigue than you actually felt (although you were starting to reach your limit too). “Look, I’m getting kind of tired. Should probably head home.”

“Come ooooonnn.” Your friend said, clasping their hands and making exaggerated puppy dog eyes. “Don’t make me beg. You know I’ll do it, and it’ll be super awkward for everyone here.”

You looked at Sans again, who was giving you mildly pleading looks. Still, you had a feeling you weren’t getting out of here until you appeased them at least a little. You sighed. “One song.”

They nodded eagerly. “Can be as short and sweet as you please.”

“Alright, let me just look up the chords.” You pull out your phone. Immediately a text appeared.

Red: whhhyyyyyyyy

You: Just one song, then I promise, we’ll go home

You looked up, seeing him looking at you irritatedly. You thought for a second, then smiled.

You: Sit back and enjoy the show at least. I’ll make it worth your while

Red: ?

You: you’ll see.

You google the chords, then hand them over to your friend, who studies them for a bit. They sigh and roll their eyes, starting to get their hand into position. “You are such a cliche.”

“Hey, you said it could be whatever I wanted.”

They shook their head, but smiled as they started strumming.

Red stifled a sigh and settled in. Hopefully you’d chosen something short, at least. And he could, at least, think of worse things to do with his time than watch you sing.

You waited a few seconds, clearing your throat slightly as they started the intro. You looked him, right in the eyes, and smiled, before opening your mouth.

“Do you hear me?

I’m talking to you

Across the water, across the deep

blue ocean

Under the open sky, oh my, baby I’m trying

Boy, I hear you in my dreams

I feel your whisper across the sea

I keep you with me in my heart

You make it easier when life gets hard”

Oh…..stars. You were looking right at him, drinking him in like….like he was everything you wanted to see. He could feel a flush climbing on his cheekbones that he was trying his best to stifle.

Lucky I’m in love with my best friendLucky to have been where I have beenLucky to be coming home again

Welp, no luck stifling that blush now. Despite his intense desire to sink into the chair and evaporate, he found himself leaning closer, his eyes fixed on your mouth, watching them shape ever syllable. Your friend glanced up from the guitar and caught sight of him. They shook their head and rolled their eyes, but smiled and kept playing.

They don’t know how long it takes

Waiting for a love like this

Every time we say goodbye

I wish we had one more kiss

I’ll wait for you, I promise you, I will

Your eyes were tracing every inch of him and he could’ve sworn you were leaning closer. He could feel his SOUL thrumming in his chest and he felt a sudden panicked relief that none of the others were there. He’d never live this down and frankly, he was enjoying the show too much to want to care.

I’m lucky we’re in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday

As the final notes rang out you felt the hard press of bones on your hand and suddenly your chest constricted in what was becoming a familiar sensation. Everything went black and you were back home, being pulled into a tight hug.

“Red!” You say. Ignoring you, he starts kissing down your neck. “Red, we didn’t- oh for gods’ sakes.” You pull out your phone to text them and tell them at least a goodbye, only to have it pulled out of your hands and tossed onto the couch. “Reeeeed”

“Yer a fuckin dork, ya know that?” He pulls you down onto the chair, positioning you on his lap and kissing up the side of your face. “A damn sap.”

You hum softly, nestling against his shoulder and smiling. “So what does that say about you then.”

“Easy.” He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a deep kiss. “I’m the dumbass who falls for it. Every.” He kissed your chin. “Damn.” Your jaw. “Time.”

The next few weeks you swear you hear him humming the song, although when confronted he denies it intently. You should sing for him more often, though. He’s putty in your hands for hours afterwards.

UF!Papyrus: “CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!”

You wince slightly as your boyfriend’s shrill voice crackles the speaker. “Yeah, yeah, I can hear you.”

Through the grainy filter of his webcam you see him slip more fully into frame, relaxing against his chair. “CAN YOU SEE?”

You nod, smiling. “Best view I’ve had all day.”

He smirks, looking pleased. “OBVIOUSLY. HOW WERE REHEARSALS?”

You shrug. “It’s fine. It’s a week or two till the stage gets set up, so they were mostly goofing off, but I think we’ll be ready.”

“YOU’RE IN CHICAGO.” Not a question. Papyrus knew your tour schedule better than you did. “ANYTHING WORTH SEEING?”

You shrugged. “Not much I have time for between concert miscellanea and rehearsals. There’s an aquarium I might hit before we go.”

He nodded.

“So how’ve things been back home?”

“UNEVENTFUL. UNDYNE CONTINUES TO REJECT MY APPLICATIONS TO TAKE OVER HER FORMER POSITION AND SANS HAS GONE TO WAR WITH ANOTHER HOT DOG MERCHANT.”

“Wait….what?”

“THEIR STALLS ARE POSITIONED ACROSS FROM EACH OTHER. HE IS TRYING TO CONVINCE FRISK TO SABOTAGE THEIR GRILL.”

“Oh my gods.” you laughed. “I assume they haven’t agreed.”

“EVIDENTLY. HE’S CURRENTLY PLANNING ALTERNATE MODES OF SABOTAGE. I WILL NOT PARTICIPATE IN SUCH IDIOCY, OBVIOUSLY. EVEN IF HE DID ASK ME.”

“…..feeling left out, huh babe?”

“SHUT UP.”

“Make me~” You say, grinning.

A sudden pang runs through you. At home, this would’ve resulted in him chasing you through the house, threats after you, only to be caught and kissed because he really had no plan. Over Skype, though, he could only look annoyed and mildly amused.

You missed him. Obviously. Well, to be fair, it wasn’t…awful. You were only on tour for around a year, and thanks to Sans’ teleporting abilities he could visit a lot more frequently than any of your bandmates’ partners could. But still, between his work with the guard and your constant busyness with rehearsals and promotions and choreography…..it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as living in the same house, just having that presence whenever you wanted it (and even sometimes when you didn’t). It wasn’t the same as casual touches, accidental or not, instead of meticulously scheduled ones.

From what you could read on his face, you had a feeling some similar thoughts were running through his head.

“Uh…..hey.” you said, shifting a bit. “I….I found this new song. Won’t be able to play it on stage or anything, but I’ve been playing the chords over and over. Do you, uh….want to hear it?”

He freezes for a second. “ONE MOMENT.” He stood up and you heard the door slam. You bit back a small chuckle. No matter how many times you played for him he was still a blushing mess every time. And obviously, no one could see the Great and Terrible Papyrus looking like that.

He came back and sat back down, positioning himself so you couldn’t see his face (and by extension, his blush) clearly. “GO AHEAD.”

You grin to yourself but duck to cover it. “Alright.” Your keyboard, the cheap but portable one you kept for late-night songwriting, was nearby, so you pulled it a little closer to your desk. You tapped for a couple of seconds until you remembered it and you started playing the intro.

I found god

I found him in a lover

When his hair falls in his face

And his hands so cold they shake

I found the devil

I found him in a lover

And his lips like tangerines

In his color-coded speak

You could feel yourself giving into the music, the same way you always did, but you managed a glance upwards. He had barely moved, but you thought his hands might be clutching the armrests a little harder than was technically necessary.

Now we’re lost somewhere in outer space

In a hotel room where demons play

They run around beneath our feet

We roll around beneath these sheets

I’ve got a lover, a love like religion

I’m such a fool for sacrifice

He’s coming down, down, coming down

It’s coming down, down, coming down

Out of the corner of his eye you could see him leaning closer and closer, over the desk. His face had gone still, quietly watching you.

I found a martyr

He told me that I’d never

With his educated eyes

And his head between my thighs

I found a savior

I don’t think he remembers

Cause he’s off to pay his crimes

And he’s got no time for mine

His forehead was practically pressing to the laptop, and you missed him so much it ached, but with every word that pain was taking form and lifting off your shoulders.

Every single night pray the sun will rise

Every single time make a compromise

Every single night pray the sun will rise, but

It’s coming down, down, coming down

He’s coming down, down, coming down

You played the final chords, and relaxed back from the piano, closing your eyes to clear your head a bit. After a minute or two you opened them and turned back to the camera. “So….what’d you think.”

“I LOVE YOU.”

It came out abruptly, and its not like its the first time he’s said it, but it hits you like a physical blow, and you can feel tears springing to your eyes. You wipe them away quickly as you grin. “Love you too.”

“YOU’RE COMING HOME SOON?”

You lean forward, relaxing against your forearms on the desk. “Just another couple of months. Could you…..could you come visit soon though?”

He nodded. Gods, the look on his face….he looked almost shaken, but red-faced and happy.

You look at the clock. “I should get some sleep. Early day tomorrow.”

He nodded again. “I’LL CALL YOU TOMORROW.”

“Sounds good.”

Slowly, hesitantly, he holds his hand up to the screen. It catches you off guard. Kind of a cliche long distance thing to do, but….Papyrus was never much for gestures like that. Still, not wanting the moment to pass, you pressed your hand to the outline of his. It looked, as it always did, so much smaller.

“GOOD NIGHT.”

“Night, love.”

The blush heightened again, and he mumbled something incomprehensible.

“What was that.”

“…..BE SAFE, MY DEAREST.”

Now its your turn to blush, and you open your mouth to reply, when there’s a loud banging noise on his end that makes you both jump.

“Boss, you dyin in there or what?”

“SANS, GO AWAY!”

#underfell #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #headcanon #serenading #fluff

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