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[badwithten]

〉hendery x fem!reader

〉word count 434

〉warnings nudity??? kinda

〉from my 500 follower event

〉for anon! sorry this is kind of short, a lot of these are cuddling and i didn't want it to be too repetitive 

Wrapped up in his arms, bare skin pressing into each other, morning odours and all. You were his and you got to experience it every morning. The gleeful smile, puffy face and groggy thoughts.

Hot summer nights spent out on the beach or midnight walks lead to morning sleep-ins. No matter how hot it may be, he insisted on cuddling you to sleep. Claiming he couldn’t rest without you. And even if you separated during the night, face flushed hot, you’d find his arm back around your waist, his face in your chest and his sticky skin against yours.

“Hendery” You groaned out his name, pushing him away in your half-asleep state. It was too hot for cuddling and the intense heat had woken you up. He didn’t reply, only pulling you in closer with a hum. The both of you slept mostly naked on hot nights like these, the only thing covering your bodies are the thin sheets of your bed. Meaning you can feel every bit of his burning skin, the thin layer of sweat making you feel gross as you pull away to cool yourself down.

“Don’t get up yet” He mumbles his last words into your skin as you finally sit up, his head falling away from you and into the pillow with a groan. You can finally catch a breath of air, calming yourself down and tugging the sheet up to your body. Hendry's back lays exposed out into the air, his head down into the pillow. As much as he looks peaceful sleeping, you think he deserves some payback for trying to cook you this morning.

You lower your head and place a raspberry onto his back, the sensation startles him awake, making him jump up and push you away. “Y/N!” He laughs, eyes sparkling as he watches you giggle. “Why?” He slumps again, face hiding into your shoulder.

“Because,” You shove him off, letting him fall back down onto the bed. You love moments like this, where you get to see the real him. Fresh-faced, lying awake and exposed in the sun. His features are relaxed but you can tell he’s paying attention to every word you say, despite the childish nature of your conversation. “It’s too hot”

“You always say that you big baby” He tugs at your arm, pulling you back down into his chest. As much as you hate the heat, feeling his warmth brings you back to a state of comfort.

“You're the baby” You pour into his skin, feeling his body vibrate with his laugh. “Can’t even sleep without cuddling me”

[lelenoir]

[19:43]

"I missed you so much." You whispered, sinking deeper into boyfriend!hendery's neck. The minty smell of his cologne succumbing your senses as you held him close.

You feel the rumble of his chest when he chuckled. His hand stroking your hair lovingly while his other hand rested on your back. You felt small tears tickle the corners of your eyes, happy that he was finally back in your arms after so long.

"I'm here now." He whispered. Both his hands went to lift your head off his neck. He tucked stray hairs off your pretty face before wiping off the wet trail off your cheeks. He craned his neck to move closer to you until his forehead touched yours. Hendery held your gaze for what felt like eternity, his eyes adorned with nothing but love. He rubbed his nose playfully against yours in a short nose kiss. The action made you giggle as he pulled away to admire you once again. "And I'm not going anywhere."

[the32ndbeat]

《12:21am》 - Bad boy!Xiaojun

Xiaojun leans back with his arms crossed behind his head, deep in thought as he stares up at the ceiling above. There is a look of thoughtfulness in those dark, soulful eyes of his but also hint of uncertainty. His heart was beating at a steady rate and he could hear its distinct thumping in his ears, mentally counting each beat in an attempt to get his mind off a certain someone that has been plaguing his thoughts for the past week.

He closes his eyes as the chilly night breeze sweeps through the room through the open window, the moonlight streaming in and bathing the room in a silvery glow. A butterfly flits aimlessly into the room, its bright purple wings almost illuminated in the dimness.

Xiaojun raises his hand and watches as the butterfly sits on his finger, his eyes softening. He may be here right now but his mind at a place miles away. As the butterfly flaps away, he turns when he hears a notification ping from his phone beside him. Instantly, he snatches it up.

He wasn't one to be on his phone all that often and even if he did, he never found a reason to linger for long, let alone keep a look out for messages. After all, they were often filled with the occasional inspiration quote from his guidance counsellor, hate messages from his enemies (which he happened to have a lot of) and from his parents who never seemed to be able to leave him alone despite not being in his life for a large part of his life. However right now, he found himself glued to the device, ears perking up at any sign of a notification.

It was almost laughable to think of as the light from the phone screen illuminated his face, causing him to wince ever so slightly. Ever since you were assigned with tutoring him for English, he never did like you... Until he did.

i’ll see you tmr in class! :)

Xiaojun smiled a peaceful and tranquil smile. It felt so natural to do so and it felt almost surprising that he was capable of a smile rather than his trademark smirk. Hugging his phone to his chest, he felt a sense of warmth spread across his chest.

[shining-red-diamond]

Shallow Waters (Part VII)

Words: 1.2k

Pairing: Hendery x Brittany (OC)

Genre: Fluff, suggestive

Rating: PG-15

Warnings: Implied smut, suggestive themes, mentions of mating and marking, brief sensuality

Brittany nearly dozed off in the tub as Hendery brushed her long fiery, wet hair. She had felt so good with Hendery in the bedroom, and he was being an absolute sweetheart by giving her the best aftercare. Hendery sat in the lukewarm tub behind her in his merman form, his tail wrapped around her waist in affection. His lover’s fingers idly traced his monochrome scales as she fought to stay awake. Two candles were lit, giving off the familiar strawberry scent, the sky outside was dark and raining again; and Louis relaxed in the sink, purring as he napped.

Hendery’s lips met her cheek in a loving kiss. “Brittany is perfect,” he whispered, his lips never leaving her skin.

His lover just smiled and took in his delicate touches. They were much calmer than the ones from about half an hour earlier, but she didn’t mind at all. He was hers, and she was his. Well, almost.

“So, do merfolk have marriage ceremonies?” she asked softly. “Or do they just mate for life like swans?”

“Mate for life,” he answered as he continued combing her hair. “Hendery has seen couples wear symbols of their love. Like humans wear rings. Merfolk will mostly have identical markings, or attach a single pearl somewhere on their jewelry.”

“I see.”

“Does that bother Brittany?” Hendery asked. He wasn’t sure if he had somehow hurt her feelings from that statement.

It wasn’t that Brittany didn’t like the idea of never walking down the aisle to her betrothed, but she did want to spend the rest of her life with Hendery. She wanted to get dressed up in a beautiful white gown and say “I do,” but how would that work with Hendery being a merman? She could always have a beach wedding, but what beneficiary or even a courthouse would believe a human wanted to marry a merman?

After a few seconds of thinking, she decided that she’ll live with it. Knowing that Hendery was in her life was more than enough.

“No,” she answered before turning to look at him. “Not at all.”

From the dim light, she noticed that Hendery’s hair had changed from jet black to a bright pink. How did this happen when he hadn’t left her side since they returned from the lagoon?

“The color will fade in a few days,” the merman reassured her just from the expression on her face. “Merfolks’ hair will change color when they’ve been intimate with their chosen mate for the first time, but only if they’re meant to be.”

“What happens if the color doesn’t change?” Brittany asked out of curiosity.

Hendery pulled her into a snuggle, the water splashing a little. “Merfolk have a way of knowing whom their mates are.”

“How?”

The merman softly sighed. “Hendery wonders that himself.”

Brittany said nothing, but became lost in her thoughts. Seeing full proof that the man she loved was hers forever made her heart flutter. However, there was a whole other mystery to him that was waiting to be uncovered.

“Would you ever want to figure out your heritage?” she asked him. “We both know you’re half-merfolk on your father’s side, but do you wonder if your mother was another species?”

“Hmmm,” Hendery thought for a moment. “From what Hendery has figured out from his differences, he guesses his mother was a sort of predator creature, like a shark.”

“You think your dad messed around with sharks?”

The pair of them chuckled. “No, but Hendery has a list of whom his people might be.”

“Like who?”

Hendery then went on to explain each one. There was the legendary selkie, but it was too outlandish as selkies were very protective of themselves and only mated with others of their kind. He thought his mother might have been a siren, but the females tended to kill the men they slept with as Hendery’s father was still alive. He even mentioned a water nymph, but they didn’t have any of the traits Hendery did such as sharp teeth and a fish only diet.

“Are there any shark-like creatures out there?” Brittany asked as she stepped out of the tub to dry off, her svelte figure outlined by the candlelight.

“Maybe,” Hendery answered, too fascinated by his lover as she dressed herself into some comfortable pajamas.

The merman was still in shock that someone so beautiful was in his life. Brittany was someone he could hug, kiss, cuddle, touch, and everything else he only fantasized about when meeting his mate; and here she was in all of her beauty and sugary sweet heart. Of course, she was gorgeous on the outside, but it was her heart that made the difference. Her kindness added to the beautiful soul she was, and Hendery saw it in the way she cared for others around her. He had no doubt in his mind that he had found the mate he wanted to be with forever.

Brittany scooped Louis out of the sink and snuggled him in her arms and cooed, “Did you have a nice nap, sweet boy?”

The cat purred loudly in content, and Brittany carried him out of the room to go put him in his bed for the night.

Hendery took this opportunity to drain the bathtub and dry off to turn into his human form. His thoughts went back to his heritage, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that his mother was part of a species that was not well-known. Maybe the sirens would know, he thought. His friends were knowledgeable of unknown creatures, so they would be a big help in finding out who he is.

As soon as he was back into his human form, he put on a clean pair of boxers and met Brittany in the bedroom. She was sitting up in bed and scrolling through her phone while petting Louis’ head in her lap.

“Is Louis sleeping with Brittany and Hendery?” the merman chuckled as he shut the door.

Looking up from her phone, she begged, “He’s been lonely for who knows how long. Poor baby wants company.”

The cat seemed happy to be with them, so Hendery let it slide.

“As long as Hendery still gets to sleep right next Brittany,” he requested while sliding into bed with his lover.

“Trust me,” she chuckled as she put her phone on her nightstand and removed the cat from her lap, “you’re the only one I want to sleep next to. And wake up to, and snuggle up to”-she pulled Hendery in closer-“and make love to.”

Hendery captured her lips in a sensual and passionate kiss, her scent attacking his nostrils as both of their bodies were pressed together. He pressed gentle kisses on the tip of her nose, the apples of her cheeks, and finishing off right in the center of her forehead.

“Hendery loves Brittany,” he whispered once his forehead was touching hers.

“I love you, too,” she sighed in content.

Sitting up for a moment, he turned on the starry night projector sitting on the other nightstand and switched the lamp off, creating a calm and romantic atmosphere.

“So, are we mates, now?” she asked sleepily.

Hendery lay back and turned to her, his fingers brushing her cheekbone. “Next time Brittany and Hendery are one, he will mark her,” he promised. “Right now, Brittany must sleep and dream of happiness.”

His mate-to-be smiled. “I don’t know how I can dream of happiness when I’ve already got him right next to me.”

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[badwithten]

〉ten x fem!reader

〉word count 529

〉from my 500 follower event

〉for anon! ok this is honestly so cute and i can imagine this happening a lot bc my cat is a bitch and does the same but enjoy LMAO <3

It wasn't often you got mornings together with Ten. Either of you leaving for work before the other got up. Even on weekends with Tens unusual schedule. So today was a lucky day, one that would happen once in a blue moon when your off days overlapped. You went to bed with high hopes for the next morning. Getting to see your boyfriend's morning face, his scruffy stubble and uneven hair. Or hearing his morning voice, deep and gravely, a reminder of the home he had brought into your life. This was an activity you had taken for granted in your last relationships. Something that you had just expected to happen whenever you stayed at your partner’s house. What you did not accept was it would happen less once you had moved in with one.

But Ten was the expectation, he always was. He made you view life differently, got you to live in a way that made you happier. He didn’t force his opinions down your throat or make you change to fit how he liked. He had made a positive impact in your life as time went on. The both of you grew as people, side by side, getting to have two perspectives on the world. You were in love to say the least.

So when your eyes fluttered open and you were met with his face, asleep and calm. You couldn't get rid of your smile. In the low light it was hard to see all of his features but you had seen his face enough to know what he would look like. His lips would be slightly separated, a small snore entering the room. Eyes resting shut, with lashes kissing his cheeks. Speaking of, they would be flushed pink, hot from sleeping.

Since this was such a rare occasion, you wanted to savour this moment with him. Your hand gently held his face closer as you placed a feather light kiss on his forehead. But soon all peace was thrown out the window. Sounds of two sets of paws happily stomping on the wooden falls and soon two thumps joined you at the end of the bed. Leon and Louis not caring about the sleep you would have been getting right now as they mowed loudly.

You quietly tried to call them over to you in an effort to shut them up before waking Ten. But it only made things worse as they continued their morning calls and barged their way in between you and Ten. The soft fur and gentle meows stirring him awake. “Y/N?” He slowly rises, sitting up on his arms to find your face. Instead was met with the wet nose of a cat in his closed eyes. “What’s happening?”

“The kids are here” You smiled, accepting the early morning wake up call as Louis makes himself comfortable on your chest.

“What?” Ten is still having a hard time waking up, but as he forces his eyes open it soon clicks. “What's the time?”

“Only just seven” His eyes go wide with a sigh, lying back down and covering his face, Leon playfully swatting his hand for attention.

“For fuc-”

[lelenoir]

pairings: childhood friend!dong sicheng x reader [ft. wong yukhei]

word count: 3.6k

synopsis: wherein sicheng always thought that he would spend the rest of his life with you. only to be smacked with the bitter truth.

dedicated to: engel @jenoir, the no to my noren.

inspired by: the song it's over, isn't it? from steven universe

note: hellooo finally got this out after rotting away for days hehe. anyways i hope you like it!! it'll probably be my last fic for a while since school and stuff and also my other blog. this was supposed to be a small drabble but i guess the universe had other plans KSKSK

DONG SICHENG ALWAYS LOVED YOU.

It was always written in his stars, always engraved in stone and he always believed that the moment he laid eyes on you he was struck by Cupid's bow and arrow. Of course, he never noticed this until later on.

It happened in your local playground. The tall---at least in his standard---five year old boy buzzing with joy as he rode his bike across the street. His hair flowed freely with the wind as he fought the urge to raise his hands up. Legs pedalling as if he was in a race against the fastest cyclists around the globe. The world blurred in his vision, pure bliss coursing through his veins. As a toddler, he didn't want that moment to end.

Unable to contain it any longer, the boy slowly let go of the handles, ghosting the rubber for a few more moments until he finally decided to let it go. For him, in his toddler state of mind, nothing could compare to the feeling he felt that moment. The street of his small childhood town zooming all around him as he let the world's breath engulf him. It looked like what Luke Skywalker saw whenever he drove a spaceship in that movie his brother always watched.

The moment only lasted for five seconds. It all happened so fast. One minute he was on top of the world, the next he was tumbling down fast. The ground hitting him hard. His hands were quick to hold on to his wounded knee as soon as he landed, eyes closed from the pain and a strong hiss leaving his lips. Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched the blood on his exposed flesh. He groaned when he tried to touch it.

"That was stupid." Three simple words. One simple statement. And you had his whole attention on you. Eyes wide from shock but you mistake it as confusion. "What you did. That was stupid." You repeated as if he was dumb. A dull look rested on your eyes as you looked down on him. It took him by surprise when he saw your extended arms in front of him. He couldn't help but gawk at the gesture. "What? Aren't you gonna take it?"

Slowly, he did. Gulping slightly as he stood up, wincing once he felt the sting of his wound. "It's just a graze. Nothing serious." You spoke up once again. His eyes looking towards your face, only to see you staring at his knee. "Do you need help walking?" You asked, finally meeting his gaze.

He was speechless. He'd never talked to anyone that wasn't his brother or his classmates. He rarely ever talked to the girls in his class, in fear of the disease his brother dubbed as cooties.

"You okay?" You quirk an eyebrow at him, making him flinch up in alertness. His hands felt slightly clammy as he clenched and unclenched them.

"Yeah…" he trailed off, voice barely a whisper. He saw you break into a smile. It shook him to the core. Especially with how intimidating you've presented yourself to be. He didn't know why but he wanted to see it again.

"So… walk?" You asked once more. It was like a switch had been turned on inside of you. Sicheng felt a bit confused on what to feel about the current change in aura as he slightly nodded his head in reply. You hummed, nodding your head once as you made your way to his fallen bike. You pulled it up with such ease. Even he had a difficult time carrying the heavy thing. You steadied the bike with your hands, walking to him as you let the bike trail next to you. "Where do you live?"

Sicheng should've felt embarrassed. After all, a girl, of all people, was walking him home. Him. It should've been the other way around. He felt like an utter loser having tears threatening to spill from his eyes while a girl carried his bike for him. He sighed, preparing himself for his brother's endless teasing.

"What's your name?" He spoke up, halfway through the walk. So far none of you thought of initiating into another conversation, basking in each other's company in the form of silence. "I'm Sicheng, Dong Sicheng."

You didn't even flinch at his question. "Y/n" you replied, eyes never leaving the path ahead until you turned your head to look at him for a second before turning back once again. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, y/n." Maybe it was his pea sized brain or just his lack of comprehension but you clearly didn't want to start a conversation. "What school do you go to? I don't think I've ever seen you around."

"I'm homeschooled." You answered. "My mom teaches me." Sicheng gaped at the revelation, never ever meeting someone like you.

"That's so cool!" He exclaimed. "I wish I was homeschooled. That way I won't have to wake up too early just to get to school."

You only hummed in reply, ready to fall back into your comfortable silence. Sicheng suddenly gasped. "That means you don't get to see other kids!" He says it like it was the biggest breakthrough of the century. "Doesn't it get very lonely?" He laid his head to the side in question.

"Not really," you shrugged, "I'm kind of used to it."

He gasped once again. "You shouldn't though."

"'Life isn't always what you expect it to be.' is what my mom told me a lot. I guess I just preferred to accept it rather than dwell on it too much." You explained, keeping your expression as undecipherable as possible. It drove five year old Sicheng's brain crazy.

"Then I'll be your friend." He declared, pointing his thumb on his chest. "Heck, I'll be your best friend!" He shouts joyfully.

Your eyes widened at his words, not really used to such enthusiasm. Still, a small smile cracked on your features once again. He didn't know if you saw it but Sicheng felt his eyes beam up at the sight of it. You nodded your head. "Okay."

A proud smile adorned the little boy's face, not minding his previous concerns as he walked alongside you. The wound still hurt from walking but his mind seemed to have flown elsewhere, its current occupation slightly numbing the pain of his nerves.

You were the coolest girl he's ever met.

DONG SICHENG LOVED YOU UNKNOWINGLY.

Barefaced and a little tired, you laid your body down on the grass next to him. You sighed, eyes up the stars as Sicheng took it all in. Not the night sky but you. A content smile on his features as he indulged himself with your presence.

"First day of school…" you breathed out. "I wonder how everything would turn out."

He noticed the way your fingers toyed amongst themselves, saw how your breathing slowly turned erratic. In all the years Sicheng has known you, this is the first time he's ever seen you this nervous. Tomorrow was the start of highschool for the both of you. For Sicheng, he wasn't nervous. Maybe a small bit but that was normal as first day jitters. You, on the other hand, were a different story. It was your very first time coming to school after being sheltered by your mom for so long. Sure she never intended it and it was mostly your refusal to go to school that made her teach you in the first place, but none of that helped calm your nerves.

A billion questions rang in your head. A billion possibilities playing along with it. You were in a whirlpool of your own thoughts and you were gasping for air.

Luckily, Sicheng was there to pull you out. His hand intertwining with yours as he drew circles to calm you down. He knew that always calmed you. He felt your body relax next to him. A good sign. He smiled at his small accomplishment.

"Don't worry," he tightened his hold on your palms but not to the point where it would hurt. Only to make you feel his presence more. "I'll be right here."

Highschool rolled in as normally as it could. You were nervous as you walked down the halls but you kept your face relaxed. Sicheng's presence next to you adds up to your ease as he tries to tell you as much as he can about school. Still, knowing Sicheng, he wasn't really as social and loud as he was with you. In these halls he tried to put up a mask for your sake. He smiled at unfamiliar people, nodded his head whenever they greeted him and even said a few 'hi's and 'hello's just to ease your doubt.

With that you smiled. And god he would never get tired of that sight. For a moment the two of you didn't move. For a moment it was just you and him. For a moment he let himself fall for you. He wished he could stay there with you, not a care in the world as he held on to your gaze. He thanked the stars for bringing you to him.

Sadly, even that moment had to end.

He was never one for crowds but seeing your guarded position and tense posture made him want to assure you that everything was going to be okay. He offered you an assuring smile which you returned gratefully.

The bell rang, snapping the both of you back to reality. He took your hand in his, drawing circles on it like he always did. "Your class is here. If you need me I'm right across your room." He said pointing towards the wooden door a few feet away. Just then, he enveloped both his hands around yours. "I'm always here, okay?"

You sighed in relief. A firm smile on your lips as you nodded. "Okay."

With that, he lets you go. He stepped back from you, waiting for you to walk in. You straightened up your posture before turning around. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for whatever was on the other side of the door. Counting the seconds in your head before walking inside.

Sicheng smiled proudly at your back. He waited until you turned to your left towards the chairs before he too went on his way.

You've watched plenty of teen movies to know that you should never pick the seat in front. You looked around the unfamiliar faces of the people in the room. Some eyed you curiously while most had their head on their arms, presumably asleep. You couldn't blame them, it was the first period of the first day of school. All those times running around or sleeping in during the summer before suddenly getting thrusted into school was probably annoying.

You claimed your spot by the second to the last chair by the window. You rested your cheek on the palm of your hand as you looked out, admiring the sky and the gray roads.

"Hey there," a voice spoked up. You lifted your head to see a boy. He had a big beaming smile on his face as he settled his things on the chair next to you. "I'm Xiaojun."

You watched him curiously, pursing your lips for a second before turning your gaze back to the window. "Y/n."

DONG SICHENG REALISED HE LOVED YOU WAY TOO LATE.

He often wondered if he could change it. Always counted the different ways, the different scenarios and outcomes everything would've led to. He spent many nights figuring out how he got to this path. This path that he desperately wanted to stray from. Alas, he could never. Life was a road barricaded by formidable iron walls. Once you step on to one path, the other one closes, locking you in.

He waited for you in the halls, by the door of your Psych class. The both of you were in college now. He shifted his footing before turning to the small window on the door, peeking for just a glimpse of you.

It felt weird. He thought to himself, watching you smile from ear to ear at whatever your classmates were saying. It felt like only yesterday when he met you. Closed off and very reserved. It felt so surreal not being the only person to have broken down your walls. For Sicheng, he wasn't jealous. The opposite actually. He felt proud. He loved seeing you with the company of others and loved the way you managed to grow.

Just then, you met his eyes. He smiled, lifting his hand up in a small wave. And there it is. That smile. The one only he could cause. The smile that was reserved only for him. He felt his heart pound in his chest.

One of your classmates pulled your focus away from him. Your features reverted to that easy smile you gave everyone else.

Sicheng felt his cheeks warm at the thought, his feet turning to rest his back on the wall next to your classroom door. He sighed, closing his eyes. He could see your smile as he did so. Flashing before his eyes like a Polaroid trapped in time. Forever displaying your face with that smile he loved so much.

The bell rang loudly across the corridors, making him jump a bit before composing himself. He felt so nervous today for some reason. Something inside him was commanding every bit of his body to leap out. He shook the nerves of his fingertips, taking the time to compose himself.

He waited for you to come out, almost bouncing in joy when you did. "You seem happy…" you tell him, "what's up?"

"Well I just finished all my assignments, got a high grade in an essay I stayed up for, and managed to get the last cheese burger at lunch today. All in all it's not a bad day." He answered cheekily. You rolled your eyes at the response but maintained a lighthearted expression. You smiled softly, the both of you maintaining a slow pace as you walked away from the door.

"Y/n!" A voice called out. You were quick to turn to the voice, Sicheng mimicking the action subconsciously. What greeted you was the sight of a tall panting boy. Sweat on the sides of his head as he tried to catch his breath. "Thank heavens I caught up to you."

Lucas lifted his head up, a playful smile on his face as he looked up at you. Sicheng felt his breath get caught on his throat. A nervous and unsettling feeling resting on the pit of his stomach. He didn't like this. Not one bit.

"Lucas! What a surprise." Sicheng snapped his head towards you, a subtle look of disbelief as he noticed your smile. It wasn't like the others and it wasn't the one that was for him. This was different. Your cheeks were tucked to the highest point below your eyes, face beaming with delight. Happier. Lucas wasn't any different either. A small yet noticeable pink dust spread all across his face. His gaze focused solely on you as if in a trance.

Lucas breathed to his nose, bowing his head a bit before returning back to you. "Are we still going on Friday?" He asked, hopeful.

Sicheng could visibly see you elate with his words. His jaw clenched subconsciously as your whole face grew brighter. No. His palms grew hotter on his sides, his heart pounding nervously as he held on to your next words.

"Sure." And just like that, he felt his heart ache. His previous mood going down in the slumps in an instant. Still, he held his head up high. His face stoic and unwavering. From afar you wouldn't have noticed the storm in his eyes.

"That's great," He heard Lucas sigh in relief. They make eye contact for a brief moment, both of them narrowing at one another before breaking it abruptly. You fail to notice the quick exchange, wrapping your arms around Sicheng's and already pulling him away.

"See you on Friday!" You called out over your shoulder.

Right. Sicheng shouldn't fret. He is your best friend. He's known you ever since you caught him that fateful day with his bicycle. Lucas stood nothing against him when it came to you. He was confident. The air around him lightened as you rested your head on whatever part of his arm you could reach.

"I missed hanging out with you." You whispered. He knew you weren't looking at him. It was a habit of yours to avoid his gaze whenever you grow sentimental. "You're my best friend yet I feel like you're worlds away from me now." You continued. "We're okay, right?"

Sicheng turned to look at you, watching your face contort to a frown. He sighed. He shifted your bodies so the two of you faced each other. He took his arm out of yours before resting both of his palms on your cheeks. "We're okay. Okay?" You smiled sheepishly at his words, nodding your head. He pushed you to his chest, hugging you tightly. You could slightly hear his heartbeat relax, making you sigh. "You're my best friend. We've been through hell and back together. I don't think anything would change that."

He's fine. He assures himself. There had been plenty of guys before Lucas. Plenty that you have downright rejected: Xiaojun from highschool, Hendery during summer and many others after. He shouldn't be worried. In the many years he has known you, he was sure the two of you would end up together. He just needed the right moment.

Sicheng was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve. In fact, you've never actually seen him romantically with a girl. But whenever you felt down in the dumps, he was sure to give his all to you. He'd wrap you up close, shower you with attention and do everything he can to make you feel better. At the same time, Sicheng was also a very emotional kid. Oftentimes it was he who cried on your shoulders and you'd be there to listen. You were each other's support system. The very rock that keeps you grounded. From childhood and now as you both walk wherever.

This was the first time it began to collapse.

He felt the air get knocked out of his lungs, watching as the scene unfolded right before his eyes; the gleeful smile on your face, the mirroring adoration in both your gazes, and finally a chaste but unconcealable kiss. The obvious buzz of love and its first stages oozing out of the two of you and Sicheng could do nothing but watch it all happen.

Friday. He never thought he would hate a day like it. The day before the relaxation of the weekends. The day you used to come to his house for a movie marathon. The day you went back to him with the happiest smile he's ever seen on you. The day he finally lost everything.

Wong Yukhei. He clicked his tongue at the name. Jealousy growing in the deepest depths of his gut, eyes green and angry. Seeing his stupid smile and the noticeable look of triumph on his features. The boy holding you close. Then he looked at you; hair a mess because of the wind with eyes as bright as the sun.

DONG SICHENG NEVER STOPPED LOVING YOU.

It was impossible. A scientific improbability. Not when you still come over during the weekends. Not when you still give him that smile. Not when you hold him so close that for a moment he fools himself to thinking it was all real. Not even when he raised his glass.

He glared at the small box on his hands. Tears brimming his eyes. He felt like he just crashed his bike all over again. Only this time, you weren't there to walk him home.

"A toast," he started, the low baritone of his voice grabbing everyone's attention, "to the newly wed couple, Y/n & Lucas."

It felt painful. Perhaps, the strongest pain he's ever felt. Years ago, he never saw this coming. He was fine. He was fine with all the other men that came into your life. Mostly because he knew no one could've compared to him and the bond you shared. He knew all your favorite movies, all your pet peeves, and everything that made you scared. Yet, he wasn't the one standing by your side right now. He wasn't the groom, the man you were going to spend your life with. He wasn't that.

"It's a miracle how you've managed to put up with her." It was a joke. "Lord knows I barely could." And another one. "Still, she's a very great person." That was real. "And I'm glad she's found someone to spend the rest of her days with." He was not. "We've spent the majority of our lives together as best friends. The day you helped me with my bike was the best day of my life. Lucas, you better take care of her or else." He warned jokingly, glaring playfully at the boy as he chuckled in reply and nodded his head. Sicheng could barely hold it in. "To the Wongs!"

And that was the end. A series of cheers and holler followed right after. You smiled at him and he could do nothing but return it. He watched you turn to Lucas and beam brighter. He sighed.

He wandered out, past the crowd of overjoyed relatives and friends. He pushed the balcony doors open, letting it fall to a close. The first drops of his sorrows slipping down carelessly and he did nothing to wipe them off. The wine in his glass reflected his pitiful expression and all he could do was stare before putting it down hastily. He didn't like the sight. It was over. It was all over. Isn't it?

He felt a strong pang in his chest and he found it hard to breath. He looked over disdainfully at the floor, fist clenched to his sides.

Why can't I move on?

[the32ndbeat]

announcement!

after some consideration and thinking, I have decided that I will no longer be posting fics on this blog. (holy shit i’m actually doing it)

Instead, I’ll be posting over at my main @stealerz instead.

(please interact when you see this!)

I have never actually been super active on here and tbh I doubt anyone would read this and think much of it but to any silent readers out there, this note is for you. 

I won’t be completely abandoning this blog - I’m still going to be using it from time to time but I just won’t be posting written works here anymore, not on this account. 

Yes, I will be merging my nct content and writings over to my tbz writing blog instead, essentially converting it into a tbz + nct writing blog instead of just tbz. I’ve also posted a similar note over at my main and in it, I’ve included an explanation of why I’ve decided to make this merge but I’ll post it here again.

tagging all my networks:  @nct-writers  @neowritingsnet @dreamwritersnet @kwritersworld​ @nctcreations​ @wayvhoursnet​ @kpopscape​ @neoculturecafe​

reason why i’m doing this is because i’ve realised that i’ve been spending most of my time on my main ( @stealerz ) anyways lol and it is more convenient to do everything on one blog. i really don’t get a lot of interaction or notes on fics on my nct blog ( @the32ndbeat ) , save for a few and it’s tough to really get my work out there which honestly makes me feel super frustrated sometimes, considering i spend ages writing the fics there (tbh sometimes even more time and effort than my tbz works) and they don’t get any recognition or much notes at all. i don’t have a lot of moots there either and funny as it sounds, a lot of them actually follow this account rather than @the32ndbeat so yeah haha 

tbh I have plans on turning this into my spam blog but we’ll see ^^ One thing is for sure though, I won’t abandon this blog. I’ve grown attached to it and I’d hate to let it go. Who knows, I might post short blurbs here for fun next time for myself. 

(some things to note)

I’ll be contacting all the hosts of the collabs I’m part of as well as networks regarding this change.

The ‘Only You’ series will be shifted there but published parts (1 to 3) will still remain here as will the series masterlist. 

Doubt there’s gonna be any but if you have any questions, I’ll be happy to answer them!

[shining-red-diamond]

Shallow Waters (Part VI)

Words: 1.2k

Pairing: Hendery x Brittany (OC)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG-15

Warnings: Mentions of blood, suggestive themes, implied smut

A/N: It gets spicy, y’all.

“I guess we can take you in, little guy,” Brittany giggled as she and Hendery dried off on the back porch. Louis had decided to follow them home, and the couple hadn’t noticed until the cat chased after a hermit crab in front of them. “I think I have some tuna somewhere.”

Louis climbed up on a lounge chair to reach the railing in order to sit on it. Hendery scratched his ears while the cat purred in content.

His mind then wandered back to their conversation with the sirens. As he watched Brittany walk into the house, he thought about the possibility of her being his mate-to-be. Of course, he loved her, but their relationship was still fairly new; he didn’t want to rush into things just yet. Brittany seemed content with where they were now as a couple, so he decided to discuss it with her at a later time.

“Here you go, Louis,” Brittany smiled as she returned with an odd smelling meat in a round object.

The cat sniffed it for a second before chowing down on the meat, purring happily as he did so.

“He was hungry, poor baby,” cooed Brittany. “We’ll have to find you some toys and a cat post for you soon.”

“Where will he sleep?” Hendery asked.

“I have a little ‘cat bed’ that was for a stuffed animal I had when I was about ten. He’ll just have to use it for now.”

Hendery chuckled before petting Louis’s head one more time.

Leaving the door open ajar to allow Louis in, Brittany noticed the dark clouds rolling in again. No thunder cracked now any lighting flashed, but she knew another storm was coming. Thankfully, Louis had finished his food just in time, and he scampered into the house as Brittany gathered his empty tuna can and disposed it into the garbage.

“I’ll go bathe him,” she reported. “When I’m done, we can watch a movie.”

“Will it take long?” he asks.

“Picking a movie should be easy, but bathing Louis will depend on if he likes the water or not. The movies are in the cabinet by the TV.”

Hendery chuckled as she carried the cat to the bathroom. He then found the cabinet where all of the movies were stored, and after looking through each one he found a rectangular case with the red haired mermaid smiling on the front. The Little Mermaid was inscribed in the top center, and Hendery decided that would be the movie for the night. He hadn’t forgotten about the statues at the Tunnel of Love ride, so witnessing the story unfold excited him.

For a few minutes, Hendery waited on Brittany to be done cleaning the cat, as he didn’t know how to put in a DVD. He could hear her cooing in a sort of baby voice to the cat while she bathed him. Louis meowed a couple times, and after a while, Hendery heard the water being drained in gurgles followed by Brittany’s hair dryer roaring. When it shut off after a few more minutes, Louis came running back into the living room.

“Look how handsome he is, now!” Brittany cheered when she returned, her shirt covered in water splotches.

“Handsome and fluffy,” Hendery smiled.

Louis looked about the same, but his paws were no longer covered in sand. The white area on his body looked cleaner, as well. The feline hopped up on the couch, circled around himself, and then lay down. He was a happy cat now that he had a home.

After demonstrating how to put a movie in, Brittany and Hendery nestled on the couch as the infamous Disney castle declared the start of the film. Louis tip-toed over to Hendery’s lap and rested there.

Throughout the film, Hendery just stared in awe at how a story could come to life in such a form. The colors were bright, the characters were all done well, and he just fell in love with the story. He had seen what merfolk looked like, and they were similar to the cartoon; but only the musically talented mermaids could sing and most never interacted with humans unless absolutely necessary. Hendery could relate to Ariel in terms of falling for a human, yet he never had familial issues. The mermaid who raised him always taught him to explore and make friends. Those two things he did, but he never counted on falling in love.

“What?” Brittany asked halfway through the movie.

“What?”

“You’re smiling. You love the movie?”

Hendery nodded. “It’s beautiful storytelling, but Hendery has something else he’s smiling about.”

“Like what? A furry friend?” Brittany pet Louis’s head.

The merman didn’t answer except press his lips against hers with a kiss, Louis jumping off his lap to go sit somewhere else. His heart picked up the pace, and he pulled his lover onto his lap. Brittany’s arms wrapped around his neck mid makeout, but abruptly stopped the kisses.

“Don’t you wanna finish the movie?” she asked, her lips mere centimeters from his.

Brushing some red locks behind her ear, Hendery whispered, “Hendery wants Brittany, now.”

Gravity seemed to pull them into each other again, lips crashing hungrily. Hendery’s hands rested on Brittany’s hips and hers wrapped behind his neck. His lips were hungry for hers, his grip grew tighter, and the adrenaline from it all rushed through him, making him fall harder for the woman he loved. Brittany deepened the kiss, triggering Hendery’s tongue to begin waltzing with hers.

“Ouch!” she yelped, her hand immediately covering her mouth.

“Sorry,” he gasped. “Is Brittany okay?”

Removing her hand, there was a little blood coming from her mouth. “I think my tongue might have brushed your teeth. They’re like razors.”

“Let Hendery look.”

Brittany stuck her tongue out a little, and the source of the bleeding was right by the tip of it. Thankfully, it wasn’t bad, but more like a small scratch.

“Get some ice,” he instructed.

Without hesitation, Brittany stood up and headed to the refriger in the kitchen. Opening the freezer side, she opened the ice box in it and grabbed an ice cube.

“Hopefully, I don’t get a headache from this,” she sighed before popping the cold cube into her mouth.

Hendery came in to check on her, and she was already shivering from pressing her tongue against the ice. His arms wrapped around her apologetically, and he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. He still wanted her badly, but he wanted her to feel better first.

The two remained in that position until the ice melted in her mouth. Hendery checked her tongue, and the bleeding had stopped.

“You still want to continue?” she asked.

“Please,” he begged in a whisper as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Hendery wants Brittany.” He gently pulled her hips against his.

“Are you sure?” she asked as her hands rested on his pecs. She wanted him as well, but she had never been intimate with anyone before. She wanted to be sure it was with the right man, and so far, Hendery was checking all of the green boxes.

“Positive,” Hendery nodded.

Brittany took him by the hand and guided him to their shared room. Both of them were nervous as she set the room up by closing the window curtains, turning off a few lights, leaving some decorative lights on, and pressing play on some soft music beginning with Solomon Burke’s “Cry to Me.”

She taught Hendery many things: how to speak, what movies were, human anatomy, and about her. However, when he asked her how to make love to her, all she said was, “Follow your instincts.”

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[badwithten]

〉yangyang x fem!reader

〉word count 888

〉from my 500 follower event

〉for anon <3 i’d love to hear your thoughts! i’m not very good at writing fluff or cuddling but hopefully you enjoy

Yangyang, of course, loved you very dearly. His dedication to your relationship over the past year was evidence of that. But the things he more specifically loved about you. Well, that was a long list. He loved the colour of your eyes against any light, the way they searched the room full of hope and happiness, the way they delivered all your emotions alongside your words and moved him. He loved when you would grip onto his sleeve, scared of the crowd he brought on because of his career. He loved that despite being camera shy, you could push through your fear and love him unconditionally. He loved your voice when it would go quiet as you express your deeper thoughts or how it would explode with excitement when talking about your favourite show. Or the way it would crack when having to deal with any of his large number of colleagues. The last one was probably a bit mean to tease you about, but he loved when you got embarrassed. Oh, and he loved how you hated cliches.

You hated them with a passion and you refused to go along with any of his shenanigans. If he asked you to join him on the rooftop for a kiss in the rain, you would tell him off for trying to get the both of you sick. You would never ask him to kill or remove any bugs you saw, being able to do so yourself, which he was glad, he hated bugs. Never once did you need him to open a jar, the one time he joked about it, you handed the jar over to him and watched him struggle to turn it the wrong way for a few minutes before giving in. You didn't ask to wear his sweatshirts or clothing, knowing that he protected his expensive clothing with his life. And although he didn't mind those things, it made it hard for him to show you his feelings.

He based all his tips and tricks off of cheesy movies he had seen. Or he took advice from Ten, who was also taking advice from unrealistic k-dramas. So at first, it was frustrating that you didn't take to any of his stupid romantic gestures. Eventually, he became grateful, it made him more open with his feelings, coming up with different ways that actually expressed his love, rather than a cheap box of chocolates and a couple of roses.

But once cliche he was happy you didn’t hate, was cuddling. It was hard for you to admit, but you found such comfort in his touch and warmth. It helped ground you and bring you home. His heart beating calming you down. When he first found out that you truly desired to just be held by him and be told calming words, he teased you.

“Aww does my cliche hating girlfriend want me to hug her like in those movies?” You pouted and turned, refusing to hug him for the rest of the night until he wrapped you in his arms and brought you into his chest.

At first, it was pretty random whenever you wanted to cuddle. There were the obvious times like when he was leaving the next day or when you were watching a movie. But other times you would come home without a word, jumping into his arms and expecting him to know what to do next. Which he learnt after only a couple of times. But it soon became clear to him what was really causing it. Stress. When exam season started, your cuddle sessions became a lot more frequent. Him waiting with open arms as soon as you came home from your classes.

And tonight it was practically bad. Despite having such an important exam the next day, you couldn’t get your brain to relax. Stress keeping you awake with unimportant thoughts about failure and success. You tried your best to stay quiet with all your tossing and turning, but it must have gotten too much at some point, Yangyang stirring awake, voice still hoarse from his sleep as he speaks to you.

“Is that you?” He sits up and blindly reaches up to where you would be sleeping, but you’re eyes are wide open as he places a hand gently on your face, feeling your eyelashes flutter against his fingertips. You sigh and take his hand, sitting up and playing with his fingers. “What are you doing up?”

“I can’t sleep” You feel better already just hearing his voice so rough and broken at such early hours of the morning.

“Stressed?”

“Yeah” He lies back down, leaving his arm open for you to cuddle into. You already know the drill moving into his side right away and feeling a wave of relief as you meet his chest.

“Time to sleep now baby” He places a kiss on your forehead, tightening his arm around you. One hand finds your head, gently patting it until he gives in to sleep. But it’s ok because soon you join him, his heartbeat making you drift off.

Because as much as you hated cliches, it was hard to deny that being in Yangyangs arms felt like home. His scent was nostalgic, his warmth like a cup of tea of a cold winters day. He was your comfort.

[badwithten]

〉xiaojun x fem!reader

〉word count 1.1k

〉warnings tattoos??

〉a/n thanks to @fruityutas​ for helping me come up with the tattoo idea, sadly i couldn’t do him drinking lemon juice maybe another time

〉from my 500 follower event

〉for @pufflix​ I HOPE YOU ENJOY i’ve wanted to do a tattoo au for a long time so this was really fun to write <3

Xiaojun was a good guy and even better tattoo artist. His shop being the most popular in the area, known for its unique art and beautiful tattoos. He had tattooed more people he could remember, ranging from small-time celebrities to mother and daughters getting matching ink and even himself on those drunken nights spent with the tattoo gun in hand. He kept his looks professional, trimmed hair, a clean face and a white button-up. But if you were to remove his shirt and catch sight of him wearing shorts, you would know that under all that he was covered in ink. His neck, hands and face are clear of anything yet his arms are fully sleeved. Chest decorated in random tattoos and legs gave the same treatment. It all looked a bit messy but he has plans to fill it out eventually.

“What are you going to do when you run out of room?” You had asked him one night out of curiosity, fingers lighting tracing over the skull tattoo on his lower stomach, head resting on his chest.

“Well I have a blank canvas right here, don’t I?” His hand rubbed up and down your arms, giving you a cheeky smile as you pushed him away. At first, you laughed at the idea. Tattoos were something you had never thought about getting, in fact, you had active thoughts about how much you hated them for most of your teenage life. And although your mind had changed ever since meeting Xiaojun, you still had no plans on ever getting a tattoo.

But here you are, a few months later, sitting in his empty shop late at night. The leather chair under you beginning to grow sticky with sweat as you nervously wait for him to set up. “You don’t have to do this you know?” He eyes you up from across the room, the corner of his vision catching your shaking leg for the last half hour. “It’s not too late to pull out”

“No, I’m fine. I want to do this” You convince him with a deep breath, your hand reaching down to press on your leg and try to calm down. “This was my idea anyway, I want it”

“Whatever you say” He finally comes over, everything set in place as he pulls on his black latex gloves and picks up the machine, ready to ink your skin. As he turns it on and hovers the needle over your arm, he looks at you one more time. You give him a smile, nodding at him to continue despite the anxiety travelling through your skin.

You don’t say much as he continues to work, the pain drowning out into a mild buzz. This is something he does on a daily basis, he knows how to handle clients, especially nervous ones. And you aren’t too different, but there’s something so painful about seeing you so anxious and in pain. It breaks his heart knowing he’s the one doing this to you. It took him a lot of convincing to even allow you the idea of getting tattooed by him despite it being something he had joked about for a long time.

Yet something about seeing his art being permanently attached to your person, the ink he put into skin being something to last you a lifetime, it makes him feel special. Sure this kind of attachment is placed onto every client, but for you, it’s different. No matter if you guys break up or fight, you will always have a part of him with you.

“So” He pulls away to wipe the skin, admiring the lines he had done so far. “Can I ask what made you change your mind?”

“I was looking at you awhile ago and um” It’s hard to focus on your words at the needle stabbing into you, but you try your best to forget about it. “And something just sunk in my heart, like I just knew it was you”

“What do you mean?” He stopped for a second, sitting up to look at you fully. Just like that night, your heart sunk again. His light hair pulled back by a hairband, the glasses hanging from his nose, eyebrows furrowed in concertation and face sweaty from the intense heat of his shop. He was the one, your person, your love.

“I just really love you, and I can’t lie and say I haven’t had my doubts about us, but that night, everything just made sense. I knew that night that you were the one, no matter what” You didn’t mean to get so emotional, feeling tears well in your eyes but you quickly turn away, nervous at his silent reaction.

“I love you so much” His words are expressionless, but when you turn to see him again, they speak a thousand loves you. You two stare at each other, madly in love, for a while longer before he gets back to finishing the design on your arm.

“Are you even going to ask me what it means?” You laugh at him, the flower that is now permanently on you that you got for him was something he hadn’t asked about. Blindly trusting your decision.

“What does it mean, love?” He’s able to listen and hold conversations as he cleans you up, finishing off the small tattoo.

“It’s a forget me not” You admire his work, loving the small blue flower on your lower arm. “It’s true love. It’s a promise that you’ll always be in my thoughts, always be with me. This is a promise to you that I love you and that I’ll always remember you”

“Y/N, I-” He freezes, taking a moment to process your words. Despite all the time thinking his heart was complete, hearing and seeing your actions filled it up more. Maybe too much. Love spilling out, drenching his insides and warming him up. It was almost too hard to look at you without melting away further. Tears built up, never once had he felt so good, so loved. And he has a feeling he’ll never feel empty again after this. But it’s so heavy, it’s too much love for one man to have. All the weight pushes him forward, the wipe in his hand falling to the ground as he lays himself to you.

“I love you” At first he says quietly, mumbling it into your shirt as he holds you close to him. He knows that all the love he has is too much for him, but with you. He’s not alone. “I love you!”

Every other time after this it’s louder, he screams his love out. Wishing for you to feel just the same as he kisses you, trying to ignore the tears down his face. He holds your arm again, looking down on his art dearly. Despite you being the one to gift him the promise of everlasting love, he knows he’ll never forget this night. Never forget about your love.

[badwithten]

〉yangyang x fem!reader

〉word count 1k

〉warnings fighting

〉from my 500 follower event

〉for anon! hope you enjoy <3

Yangyang had become almost unbearable lately. His cocky remarks and his egos need to start a fight had gotten in the way of your relationship. Whether it was complaining about things that were out of your control, such as the amount of time you were spending on schoolwork or not being able to hang out because of work. Other times it was just him getting angry at small things and then taking it out on you.

It wasn’t fair and you had had enough of his attitude. What started as a calm discussion about his behaviour and the way it was affecting you, turned into a screaming fight with tears.

“I just don’t understand what’s turned you into this monster Yangyang!” You felt like screaming was the only way to make him understand how you felt, he just wasn’t listening. “This isn’t the guy who I was dating two years ago”

“Yeah?! And you’re not the girl who I asked out two years ago. The girl I asked out would understand how I felt”

“What am I not understanding about Yangyang? Make me understand” A new wave of tears had come out, the fear of misunderstanding his intentions hurting you.

“I never see you anymore Y/N! You’re always busy. I feel like fighting is the only time we talk”

“I can’t control that Yangyang, I have work and school ok? And besides, if you weren’t always yelling, we would have some free time to hang out” You had grown more heated than ever, remembering that you can’t back down from this. “Just stop thinking of yourself for a moment!”

“Oh am I only thinking of myself?” He steps closer to you, but you know it means nothing as you stay put, looking at him through your red eyes. “Whatever this is like fighting with a wall”

He doesn’t say anything else, leaving you in the lounge and stomping down to your bedroom. When you hear the door slam, you break down, slumping into the couch with your head in your hands. You were exhausted, you just wanted your boyfriend back. Not this man who had grown angry with you. Your eyes were heavy from crying, the puffiness pushing down on your eyelids, making it easier to leave them closed than to force them open. With a heavy back, you lay onto the couch, resting your eyes and soon drifting off into a deep sleep.

He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to fight, or why he couldn’t just back down and admit he was wrong. Because he was, this wasn’t fair on you, you shouldn’t have to deal with this behaviour. You weren’t his mum. He should be able to say he’s wrong, he should be able to be vulnerable around you. But he can’t get himself to say the words. To apologize.

He lays in the empty bedroom. Bed cold and a heart heavy with regret. He can’t get himself to sleep, he can’t push everything away and forget. This deary apartment is only a home because you’re here, but without you, it’s just another building with a bed in it.

But when he notices you still haven’t come to bed, he knows that his ego is not worth you getting a bad night's sleep on the couch. With worry in his step, he makes his way to the lounge. Losing sight as he sees you curled up on the couch.

“Oh Y/N,” He says your name under his breath, feeling unworthy to even speak it. He sits down at the edge of the couch, hand resting on your lower back. It takes him a moment to bring himself to be able to wake you. Wanting to let you sleep but not wanting you to sleep here.

“Y/N” This time, he speaks it louder, rubbing you gently to wake you up. After a moment, you stir, sitting up slightly confused. When you first wake, your eyes are still filled with love, your normal reaction to seeing him, the look you used to give him. But when your brain stops lagging, it turns back into cold eyes. Eyes of a stranger. You turn back around. Burying your face into the cushion of the couch. “Can we talk please?”

“I tried to talk, you just yelled again”

“I know, I’m sorry” He doesn’t know if it's easier to speak without seeing your face or harder. Either way, he can’t stop. “I’ve been really shitty this past month and I have no excuse for my behaviour, I really am sorry for my actions. I’m sorry for making you feel this way. I never want to hurt you, never again”

You still don’t reply, leaving him to sulk in his own pity. “Can I at least put you to bed? We can talk tomorrow” You finally move, sighing as you roll over and stand from the couch. Although you reach out your hand to him, you still don’t make eye contact. He reluctantly takes it, walking with you to the bedroom. You climb into bed, exhausted and ready to sleep. But when you don’t feel him get in with you, you finally look at him.

“Are you not coming?” You see the regret in his eyes, the pain weighing down on him. And although right now you don’t have the energy to sort out a month’s worth of issues, it's a start to feel normal again.

“I-” He wasn’t planning on going to bed with you, wanting to give you space. “I’m just going to take the couch”

“Don’t be ridiculous” You pull back his side of the covers, but he still doesn't make a move. “Yangyang, seriously, I’m tired let's just go to bed”

He doesn't want to upset you further, quickly climbing into bed next to you. But he’s stiff, unable to relax or even think about sleeping. But when he hears the next words come out of your mouth, he remembers what things were once like.

“I love you”