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florida panthers @ vancouver canucks | 12.12.24 (x)

[mrsmaybank]

My Little Sun - Reid x Reader

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.” “So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

CONTENT WARNINGS: AGE GAP, VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY, STALKING, LANGUAGE probably the misuse of a Russian word  IF THERES MORE LMK 

A/N: Okay, let me be honest rq this idea lowk scared me but the words really just fell out of my brain really easily so, yk fuck it whatever.  ANYWAY, if you like, please let me know! 

pt 2, pt 3 “I love you Spencer.” The words immediately melted me. 

“I know so many things.” She gave me an unapproving look. 

“I don’t mean to sound cocky, but I do! Now for once in your life, listen to me.” She nodded her head in concession.

“I’ve just read more, I’ve written more, I’ve discovered and studied more than the average person. I could tell you a little bit about anything with one hundred percent certainty. I could--and want--to tell you the names of all the stars, I could recite verbatim the entirety of Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus or Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, which you know, speaking of I will ‘cause I still can’t believe you haven’t read it,” Her smile flattened into a straight line, and I laughed. “Orrr, I could also tell you something simple, like why we get the hiccups.” I shook my head. 

“Regardless, I know so many things and I’m rarely taken by surprise because of it. Everything in life is a pattern of change, and as a human, we will always adjust and adapt to whatever situation we are in. For better or worse, we don’t feel the same thing for very long. This is why an addict takes a couple more every time, a sadist hits his second victim harder than the first, they’re searching for the high of the first time, and it will never come.”

She nodded in understanding, 

 “I know this is true, it’s factual, and yet every time I look at you it feels like the first. You’ve broken the laws of human psychology.” 

“First time you saw me was at a gas station Spencer.” 

“No. The first time I looked at you after I knew I loved you.” 

“Where were we?” 

“My car. You were dancing. You looked ridiculous.” 

“Ridiculously sexy? You mean?” She smiled. 

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.” 

“So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

“It did indeed. You’ve become my solnyshko moyo.”

“Tell me that’s Russian dirty talk.” She said with a grin. 

“It’s better. It’s a term of endearment you’ve become the epitome of.” 

“And what’s that Dr. Reid?” she giggled. 

“My little sun. You’ve become my little sun. Following me around and bringing light and warmth.” She snuggled herself impossibly closer into my chest, wrapping one of her legs over mine. 

“Except for your feet!” I shrieked at her freezing toes meeting mine. 

“They’re not that cold you big baby!” she shouted. 

I laughed and kissed her sweetly, “I am not the baby here.” I said.  

“Please,” she started until I interrupted her with a kiss, “If you’re not the baby,” I kissed her again, “That implies I’M the baby,” Kiss, “And I’m not a” Kiss. 

“Shush baby.” I told her, but like always, she didn’t listen, instead sitting up to straddle me. My appreciation for her beauty was like how a prisoner appreciates freedom, and yet it was miniscule into what I found in her character. It blew my mind that a girl so perfect existed. 

“Rarely do great virtue and beauty dwell together. Francesco Petrarch.” I started, my hands making their way onto her hips, “That makes you a rarity.” 

“You’re spoiling me with nice words today Spencer.” “You’ve spoiled me. My frontal lobe is spoiled milk.” She laughed, wondering how I was going to manage to make this one romantic. 

“That’s the part of the brain responsible for sensibility and logical thinking, and you, little girl, have positively ruined it. You make me stupid.”

“I ruined the genius Dr. Reid with the 187 IQ? Makes sense. I’m like, way smarter.” 

“You are. So, so much smarter.” 

“I want that in writing.” she poked my chest. 

I pulled her down and kissed her forehead to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance.”

She pushed herself away and rolled her eyes at me like a bratty child does her nanny, and I continued, “ You’re smarter, but I’m more educated. I have more doctorates than you have years in university.” 

“Whatever…”

I brushed the hair away from her perfect face, “You tired baby?” 

She sighed and laid down, splaying herself on my chest, laying on me like I was the duvet. “Very.” 

I held her impossibly close, breathing in her scent and counting every time her heart thumped, her bpm said she was relaxed. Oh god, I wanted her like this forever. Relaxed in my arms, where nothing could touch us but each other. 

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“Must you work?” I sent the message to Spencer as I rolled over to his side of the bed in anticipation. I breathed in heavy, liking the way the pillow smelled like his laundry.

“Unfortunately.”  he responded. “Think you’ll be home this weekend?” 

“It’s not looking like it, little one. I’m sorry.” 

I didn’t reply. I was too sad to reply. I knew it’d make him feel guilty, which I didn’t want to do, cause like, his job and saving people and shit is important. But, it still wasn’t fair! At all. There was something very important I had to tell him. 

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Total darkness, and then way too much light. My head hurt and I couldn’t move. I was handcuffed to a wooden chair. There were chains around my torso and ankles. The room was a medical sort of bright. It smelled like bleach and rotting fruit. The walls were dilapidated, seeming to be made of tiles that were once white, but have turned yellow. 

What the FUCK? 

“Hello!” I shouted. My voice was so coarse it hurt. Shit. My head pulsed so badly it practically hurt to think, but I still racked my brain. 

Where am I? 

How’d I get here? 

Why am I here? 

I woke up again. Fuck, why can’t I think? Why can’t I do anything? 

“Hey, y/n.” A woman’s voice. A very stoic, cold, sounding female voice.

I’m not alone. Thank god, oh my god, I’m not alone. 

With the little strength I had, I lifted my head to see her. She wasn’t what I thought. She was alright, she wasn’t tied. She did this to me? 

She took a sip from her silver flask, “Do you know who I am?” 

I shook my head. “No.” 

“Typical.” She stood up and grabbed me by the hair, “You fucking disgust me.” Like, she said, she threw my hair away like it disgusted her. 

She sat back down on the bench in front of the chair I was chained to, “My name is Brook Austen. I was a professor at Georgetown last year. Taught a couple seminars at your school, that little university you go to, the students there were nothing like mine. Not nearly as intelligent, but as expected, Georgetown is much more prestigious, obviously.”

I was confused, and she knew, but did not care. 

“You’re not the brightest, y/n. Only slightly above average high school grades, strikingly mediocre academic performance now.”

Where the hell is she going with this? 

“And you know it doesn’t surprise me, per say, because every man on this goddamn planet is a piece of fucking shit! But I thought that, maybe, just maybe, Spencer was different.” 

She grimaced, “I thought he’d want more than just a pretty face! ‘Cause you might be prettier y/n, but I’m smarter.” Her words were laced with utter hatred. 

Her demeanor changed, and it almost started to seem like she was talking to herself. “I'm older. I’m more successful. I’m fucking better.” 

She approached me again, grabbing my face so I was looking her in those scarily light green eyes, and she wrapped her hands around my throat.  “I’m fucking better then you! Better, better, better!” Every time she said better she shook my neck and gripped tighter so I couldn’t breathe. 

“Stop! Please! Please stop!” I shouted, “I’m-I’m pregnant!” 

She began to break down, “You’re pregnant?” A maniacal chuckle left her throat, “You’re pregnant?”  

“Is it Spencer’s?” she asked. 

I nodded. 

“Wow.” She laughed once more, “Fucking wow.” 

“How could Spencer choose this!? You’re nothing like him. You are a pathetic fucking college student. A fucking daddy issue ridden slut! I’m a celebrated academic, just like him!” Tears began to slip from her eyes, “How could he not choose me?”

This woman is NOT well in the head. 

“You--you like Spencer?” I asked. 

“You don’t get to ask the fuckin’ questions here.” She pulled a knife out of her pocket and held it to the tip of my chin, “I do. So you’re gonna answer them.” Or, she started manically laughing, “I’ll kill you.” She swallowed, “And your baby.” 

I screamed at those words, “No,” I sobbed, “NO!” 

I turned my head away so I didn’t have to look at the woman in front of me, there was a timed red dot blinking. A camera. 

“Is that-- is that a camera?” 

She nodded, “I want Spencer to see you and his child die.” 

“He….No! No, please, No!” I choked on a sob and she smiled. 

“He doesn’t know.” She paced, “He doesn’t even fucking know!” 

She waltzed over to the camera and brought it closer to us, “Hey Spencer.” She began waving, “Hey Penelope. Aaron. Derek. Jennifer. Emily.” 

Her demeanor changed once more, into that of a cheerleader of all things, “So, quick recap.” Brook pursed her lips, “Spencer your twenty three year old fucktoy is pregnant. Congrats!” 

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Y/N was two things I didn’t know she was this morning: In serious danger, and the mother of my expected child. I felt frozen in trepidation. 

We all watched in horror as Brook greeted us. All by first name. She knew exactly what she was doing and it freaked me out even more. 

“Reid, you need to step out.” Hotch grabbed my shoulder, “Now.” 

I was sick with fear and ill with rage. I sat down because I could feel my knees go weak. Hotch started again, “We know who she is. We will find her. Y/N will be alright.” He paused, “So will the baby.” 

I replayed the events of the live footage in my head, her screams of pain and terror, her trembles and confusion. I’d failed her. I’d failed her and now I knew I’d also failed our child. 

JJ sat down next to me, “Spencer, when did you meet Brook?” 

“I uh,” I wiped my face, “A year and four months ago. I did uh, I taught uh, I taught a string of seminars at Georgetown. It was biweekly. Her office was next to mine. We spoke for the first time when she offered me a coffee.” 

“What did you say?” 

“What do you think I said?” 

“Yes.” 

“Yeah, I said yeah, I fucking like coffee.” I felt instantaneously guilty for cursing, and especially at JJ but I was too frazzled for it to last long enough to apologize. 

“I know Spence, I’m sorry. Just keep going.” 

“Then, the next week, we got lunch together.” 

“Was it, you know, friendly?” 

“What are you implying Jennifer?” I snapped. 

“No Spence, we just need to know. You know that.” 

“It was-- it was just lunch. A very normal colleague to colleague lunch. We talked about the school’s history. And uh, where we grew up. It was small talk.” 

“Ok, was this the last time you spoke to her?” 

“No. There was one more time. Y/N was there.” 

“Tell me about it Spence.” She grabbed my hand, 

I breathed out, “It was the next week I taught after lunch. About two hours before my class. I was lesson planning, and Y/N was doing homework on my desk. She came in. She asked if I wanted to go get lunch. She saw y/n and--Fuck.” 

“What Spence? What?” 

“She asked me who she was, but it was like, she didn’t want y/n to know she was asking. She thought she was…”

“She thought she was what?” 

“A student.” 

“And what did you tell her?”  

“The truth. That she was my girlfriend.” 

“Did you see her anywhere else after that?”

“No. She never came by my office again. When I would see her by chance, she would scurry away. It was strange.” 

“Think really hard Spence. Did you ever see her again after you stopped teaching at Georgetown.”

I racked my brain, “Yeah. I did. It was two months ago. Three days after I proposed to y/n. She was getting a coffee at this coffee shop by y/n’s school.. I was bringing her some lunch” 

“Spencer she's been stalking you. Your proposal was the stressor.” 

“But--I’m a profiler. I would’ve noticed.” I stood up with a realization.            “What Spence?” JJ asked, standing up as well to look at me. 

“She’s been stalking her, not me. She knew I was a part of the BAU, she knew I would’ve noticed.” 

“I’ll tell the team.” 

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A/N2:  If this doesn’t totally flop, I’ll write PT 2, that elaborates on the reader’s and Spencer’s relationship. I think through flashbacks from both Y/N and Spencer would be a cool way to explore their relationship and of course the whole reader being kidnapped thing plot could develop. Again, if you enjoyed this pls let me know!!

[justasparkwritings]

Exile: Five Whole Minutes

Previous: Breaking Branches

Pairing: Timotheé Chalamet x Reader

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Timothée’s crossed the line... now what?

Exile Master List

         She left a kiss on his cheek as she ran down the stairs and out to the garage. She knew he’d remember her 10:30 workout, a Saturday staple, but she texted to remind him that today she had brunch with a few friends. She delicately wrote a note, which she set next to a freshly filled glass with water before setting it on the bathroom counter, ibuprofen next to it. She knew he would be dehydrated when he awoke, not only from their intimacy the previous night, but from the copious amounts of alcohol they drank.

         Timothée had begun shipping a few boxes home from vineyards and distilleries that he’d enjoyed while filming, often holes in the wall that had no Yelp review, often small family owned places. He’d send a case to his parents, one to his agent and manager, and one home. She loved that he brought home specialty liquor, particularly because it made their bar a little gauche and allowed her to feign any understanding of the complexities of alcohol. She preferred prosecco, preferably under $15 and easily accessible in her local grocery stores liquor aisle.

        Timothée was a connoisseur, a wannabe sommelier. He had an impeccable palate, which always terrified her when out at restaurants or catching a drink on a Thursday, unsure what to order. She often deferred to him, leaning on his expertise. At first, he thought it was charming, he liked that she wanted him to pick it out. In reality, she was avoiding looking like an idiot in front of a man she liked so much so quickly. Eventually she shared her insecurity, and the next time they were out, he asked if she wanted him to order for her, and since then, he had taught her a lot about alcohol, about making drinks, about which wines paired with what. In her heart, she didn’t care, but she felt more confident every time they went out.

           They loved sharing nights over a new acquisition. But it could also be their downfall. Last night they had tasted three different bottles of vodka, sipping slowly on their drinks while they caught up and made out.

           Timothée had returned on Tuesday from filming. Much like his other projects, he was completely burned out. Yes, set tended to have a lot of downtime, but Timothée was a pro, and he knew that the last two weeks were often the most grueling. Filming all hours, getting shots and different takes and angles on every scene. His body was physically worn down, and his mind had tried to separate himself from the incident two months prior. The minute he got to their house, she was waiting with a scalding bath, the perfect balance of Epsom salts and lavender. She knew him so well and slowly undressed him and herself, languidly moving into their tub. The music was low, the lights were dimmed, and they sat together, skin pruning, reacquainting themselves with the intimacy they had missed.

           She’d made dinner and they ate in comfortable silence. Then, she gave him a melatonin gummy and he passed out at 8PM.

           There was nothing like falling asleep in your own bed, in your own house, with the person you love, after being away for three months. His accommodations abroad were always nice, often over the top for him. He took it upon himself to become friends with the staff, to say hello to every member he saw, and he took his politeness very seriously, particularly in a country where he didn’t speak the language. But his own sheets… waking up to her … his own bathroom with the perfect water pressure … and a closet where his clothes were put away correctly, where laundry was done when he wanted it to be when, where he could cook any time of day. Their house was home, whether it was this estate or the flat in New York.

           He fell asleep quickly and awoke early afternoon to find her gone to work, but his favorite pastries from their local bakery waiting for him. Upon her return she found him doing laundry and making space for his new purchases. He left a surprise for her on the top of the counter in their closet, knowing she’d find it when she came up to change.

           “Babe, what’s this?” She asked, carrying the bag into the laundry room.

           “It’s a gift,” He said, folding the stack of t-shirts.

           “You didn’t have to,”

           “I wanted to,”

           “Tim, this isn’t because you feel-

           “No, it’s because I saw it and I thought you would like it. I like to buy you things while I’m gone,” He said shrugging.

           “I really like it,” She said, holding the bag tight to her chest.

           “I’m glad,” He stopped folding to take her in. She was still in her professional attire, hair pulled back and dangling earrings still in. “You look beautiful.”

           “Thank you, I had an important meeting this afternoon,” She looked up from the bag and caught him staring.

           “That’s a good color on you,” He said, moving towards her to rest his hands on her hips. She’d missed his touch and shivered at the contact.

           “Thank you,” She whispered, eyes darting from his lips to his eyes. He mimicked the movement and leaned in to kiss her. She turned her head. “I need to change.”

           She turned on her heels and walked back to their closet, silently screaming.

           Timothée didn’t protest or pry, he knew why she’d pulled away. Perhaps after dinner they would talk, air things out. She was often hesitant to be intimate when he returned, unsure who he’d been with… the fact that she knew, the fact that she’d spent Friendsgiving at her house and had invited her to movie nights made it worse. Maybe she needed more time.

           Which is how they ended up drunk and having sex in various places in their home all Friday afternoon, evening and night. There was something in the liquor that loosened her up, and something in how he looked and spoke to her that reminded her how much he loves her. It was also because of the alcohol that they had officially ended their open relationship, deciding monogamy was what they both wanted. The incident with Florence had caused them to reevaluate their relationship. Wasn’t that the point of a relationship? To grow and challenge one another, and at the end of the day, make decisions together? It was on that note that they had made love most of Friday, and why he was sleeping until eleven on Saturday.

           Timothée was awoken by his phone ringing and loudly vibrating off the nightstand. Jolted from his dreamless slumber, he quickly reached for it and furrowed his eyebrows at the caller ID.      

“Hello?” He growled softly as he cleared his throat.

           “Hey Timmy, can we meet for coffee? I have something I need to talk to you about,” Florence said.

           “Oh, yeah. Sure. When?”

           “Can you do 30 minutes?”

           “Uh, yeah, yeah, where?”

           “Do you want to just come here?” She asked.

           “Sure, see you in 30 minutes,” He hung up the phone before jumping out of bed. He made the bed quickly, and thankfully tossed back the water and ibuprofen left for him. He scanned the note while he brushed his teeth. He slipped a baseball cap over his curls and slid into his favorite trainers. He hopped into his car, grateful that she was kind enough to put gas in it and drove off.

           It was three hours later when he heard the garage door open. He tried to wipe the snot from his face. He wondered if he washed his face quickly, would it make a difference?

           She came in through the garage, singing. As the door shut behind her, she was stopped by how quiet it was. Their home was never quiet, particularly in LA, where they often played music or podcasts throughout the house. As she paused, she listened, where was he?

           “Tim? Timothée?” She called moving through the kitchen. “Babe, where are you?” It was then that she heard a sniffle from the living room. She turned down the hallway and beelined for the space.

She stopped dead in her tracks as she took in the sight in front of her. His eyes were swollen and puffed. A pile of tissues sat on the coffee table, the box flipped on its side, no tissues left. His hat was long forgotten, the pile of tissues starting to form a dome on top of it. His curls were blown from his hands running through and tugging them. He glances at her through swollen eye lids.

           “Babe what’s wrong?” She asked, rushing to his side. He engulfed her into his arms, tears falling onto the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder.

           “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He sobbed.

           “Tim, what’s going on?” She questioned, still holding him.

           “I’m so sorry,” He cried.

           “Tim, you’re starting to scare me. What’s wrong?”

           “Florence called, she wanted to have coffee,”

           Her mind began racing. She called today, she knew of their arrangement, had she decided she wanted more from Timothée? Had he slept with her, a day after they had decided to be monogamous? Had she called to say she gave him HIV or Chlamydia? Was she dying?

           “Okay, and?” She whispered, bracing for the hit.

           “She’s, she’s pregnant, and it’s mine, and she’s keeping it,” He tried to breathe, to inhale the air she’s exhaling, but she was rigid.

           “What?” She asked. She could feel her entire body going cold, her eyes filling with tears.

           “Florence… She wanted to get coffee and she told me,” He said. He sounded like a teenager who had had sex for the first time and gotten his girlfriend pregnant at Christian Summer Camp. Like his entire life was over, like his future was ruined. His voice was already pleading, though he didn’t know for what.

           “She’s pregnant?” She whispered.

           “Yes,” He said.

           “And it’s?” She asked.

           “Mine.” His voice cracked. “She wanted me to know and said we could talk about how involved I wanted to be. I have to think about it! I, I’m going to be a -

           “Okay,” She said, arms dropping to her sides. Her tone was hollow. “I’m um, congrats. I’m going to ...”

           She stalled, brain trying to work in overdrive to compensate for the sludge it was peddling through. She decided on her next action before running up the stairs. At first, he thought she was slamming the door to tell him to stay away. But then she came down the stairs, large suitcase packed. She didn’t stop to talk. She didn’t stop to listen to him. She didn’t stop to console him or offer him support. She didn’t stop as he called her name, as he followed her to the garage. She didn’t stop as she watched him fall to the floor in the space her car once was. She didn’t stop as she drove away from the house and the life they shared. He didn’t stop calling after her, even after his knees hit the concrete, the snot and tears mixing on his tongue as he tried to will her back.

Next: My Town

[burnedbyshoto]

Seven Days Late - Part Two

todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: angst, semi anti-Endeavor content

word count: 5,716 (it’s long yall, sorry)

A/N: ooookay! thank you for every like, reblog, and request after part one was posted! I wasn’t actually expecting to write a part two... but without further adieu: 

Part One

Seven Days Earlier

Shouto couldn’t sleep, he had been trying for hours, but he just couldn’t seem to keep his eyes closed. Instead, Shouto found his eyes staring at your sleeping form. Drool was appearing out of your mouth, and you sniffled way too much for someone asleep. But still, he smiled, you were beautiful.

He placed a hand on your cheek and almost laughed as you responded to his touch, even though you were asleep.

Shouto pushed back a lock of hair delicately and froze. 

Oh.

He was in in love with you.

Shouto has been in love with you for ages now, since the second year of high school, but this feeling right now. This unadulterated form of love that spread through him as he watched your sleeping form scared him shitless. He bolted up, his heart racing.

He knew that marriage was the next step in your guys’ relationship and that you had discussed being married, but the theoretical was so different from the realistic. No matter how much y/n had changed the way he observed love when it came to marriage the way it transpired between Endeavor and his mother was the only love within marriage he understood.

He knew that his parents were a special circumstance, one of the rare many, but still, he was scared that one day the two of you would parallel his parents. So he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. 

Splashing cold water on his face, Shouto stared up into his reflection and studied at his face. At this moment it haunted him.

He could see the terror and the abuse his father created on his left side, and the horror and depression of his mother on the right. Shouto needed to get out. Immediately.

Pausing, he cursed under his breath, today was his day off as it was yours too. Today’s plans consisted of a lunch date, followed by a dinner party with Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida. Still, he needed out, he needed to think.

Carefully going back into the room, Shouto grabbed his costume that hung on the door and returned to put it on. Finishing up, he went to the bed and sat down, turning on the lamp on the bedside to help him put on the final touches of his uniform, typically you never wake up to his lamp.

Today, he wasn’t so fortunate.

“Good morning, Shoucchan.” He heard you whisper, your voice groggy, and he stilled not having anticipated seeing you awake. Still, Shouto had been raised to be respectful, and with the love of his life speaking to him he managed a response.

“Morning.”

Shouto could hardly focused as you asked about why he was in costume, and he lied effortlessly. You then reminded him of the dinner party, and he mentally cursed. Why were his friends and significant other so social? But he nodded at the reminder turning to face you one more time. 

As he looked at your tired figure squinting at him, leaning onto your arm for support, he smiled but the worries of his lies made it hard to smile at the one he loved. Your eyes glistened the way they did when you locked eyes, and Shouto caved. Grasping your free hand gently in his own, he raised it to his lips and kissed it softly.

“Goodbye, y/n”

Shouto stood up and left after turning off the lights.

“I love you, Shoucchan.” You called after him.

“And I, you.”

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Night One

Shouto found himself knocking on Midoriya’s apartment door that night. It was nearly midnight, but when he tried returning home he felt like he couldn’t face you with these newly uncovered feelings.

Was he supposed to propose to you? Get married? Eventually, turn out to be just like his father and hurt you emotionally and physically? He couldn’t even think about it.

Shouto also knew that he couldn’t just ignore these feelings or else he would quite literally act out because he never enjoyed lying--especially to you.

Was he supposed to break up with you? Shouto knew that if he did that sure you would hurt, but you were you. Unimaginably sweet, kind, beautiful, and amazing. Sure, you would hurt for a while, but hey, you would definitely find someone that would befit your needs better than he ever could, or at the very least would never turn out to be someone like his father.

So there Shouto stood, in his costume, knocking on his best friends apartment because he wanted to be somewhere where he wasn’t reminded of his home-life, or of you.

“Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya answered the door in an All Might sleeping shirt and matching bottoms. “W-What are you doing here so late? Y/l/n-chan was really worried about you not being there for dinner!”

“I know,” Shouto said softly, “I got her text, I, uh, can we talk for a bit, I’m not ready to go home.”

Midoriya looked at Shouto with wide eyes, looking panicked for the future of his friends' relationship as he quickly assumed the worst, “Y-Yeah, come in, guest slippers are the purple ones, I’ll get some tea for us going.”

Shouto walked into the apartment, switching out his shoes for his slippers and made his way over to the couch. Ever since moving in with you, Shouto discovered that the snugness of apartments really grew on it, it was comforting, soft, homey. However, even though the basic layout of Midoriya’s apartment was nearly identical to that of your’s, it just felt so wide and open. Not like home.

“Here you go,” Midoriya concentrated on the two mugs of hot tea in his hands, handing one over to Todoroki who took it with a thank you. “So, what’s wrong-”

“I’m in love with, y/n,” Todoroki states his eyes locked onto the tea.

“Oh, uh, I thought you two were already on that stage? C-Congrats?” Midoriya laughed awkwardly unsure of how to really take in his friends’ statement.

“No, we are, but it’s...” Todoroki paused, it was hard spilling out his guts to people, but he knew Midoriya was the only one that could help him right now, “I want to propose.”

Midoriya choked on his tea. “Oh shit, Todoroki-kun! That’s h-huge, congratulations!” Midoriya cheered, his eyes wide, smile large.

“I’m not going to though.”

“W-What?!”

“If I turn out to be like Endeavor to y/n, I would never forgive myself.”

“No, you would never be like--”

“I spent ten years of my life unknowingly acting precisely like him, how do you know that when it comes to marriage I won’t be like him until it’s too late?”

They stared at each other in a reserved stillness for a few minutes before Shouto shook his head, “I don’t want to fuck this up.”

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Day Five

After three days sleeping on Midoriya’s couch, and fifty missed calls from you later, Shouto was leaving Sero’s apartment after staying there for one night. Having been yelled at by Bakugou about how much of a “fucking dumbass bitch” he was being during a meet up between Sero’s other friends really ruined the entire staying over the thing for him. Bakugou also relented that if Shouto for claiming he was in love with you but continued avoiding you better than the worst criminals, he was a fucking moron. Shouto sighed, he didn’t really have any other option of where to stay except with his family now.

Shouto walked up towards the stairs to a grand door and knocked on it twice.

Tensing, Shouto watched as the doors opened, and out popped Fuyumi’s head, her eyes immediately locking on him, and a stern eyebrow hiked, “Oh Shouto, you’re in some hot water, huh?”

While Shouto relaxed knowing that it was his sister who opened the door, meaning that Endeavor was probably not home, but tensed again because if that was how his caring older sister opened the door that means y/n and Fuyumi were still conversing.

“Yes, I know exactly what happened, and let me just tell you now: so does mom!”

Well shit...

Despite Fuyumi’s constant provocation Shouto managed to get his sister to stop prying for the night and just let him sleep.

Shouto stood in the doorway of his childhood and teenage room, his eyes swept over the vacantness of it all. His tatami was still perfectly placed in the far-middle of the room, with a light grey futon on top of it, a desk to the left of it, and the wardrobe to the right. Everything seemed perfect. Shouto forgot how big his room was. Hell, in comparison to your apartment, his room could fit your kitchen, living room, and bathroom in it just fine.

It really hit Shouto then, just how much he missed you. He wished he could just go over with an attested plan on what to do, Todoroki Shouto always had a plan, but he didn’t have one and it was making his head throb. Slipping into his old bed, he groaned, your stupid soft and comfortable mattress had grown on him and now his old bed was uncomfortable.

The buzzing of his phone alerted Shouto, and he glanced at it. It was another call from you, your contact picture was from the night of your first anniversary. You were smiling wide, mid-laugh as you ate an ice cream cone that would be snatched by a seagull seconds after the picture was taken. Shouto watched the screen go black as the call ended, he wasn’t going to pick up without a plan.

New Voicemail, the notification read. Being that it was your anniversary three days ago, Shouto caved, and unlocked his phone reading through your plentiful of texts, your worried texts, your texts that expressed love and hope, and the texts that spoke of your love and gratitude regarding him over the course of your three year relationship even if he was ignoring you. Exiting the text app, Shouto opened up his voicemails.

86 New Voicemails.

Putting it to his ear, Shouto listened to the first one.

‘Hi Shoucchan, you haven’t been home in two days, and I’m just... really worried love. If I had to guess, you’re at Midoriya’s right now! Okay, I didn’t guess he texted me that you’re there, but I hope I haven’t done anything to make you upset or irate! Come home soon, okay? Bye, I love you so much.’

Every voicemail ended up being like that in one shape or another, except each one passed with growing sadness in your voice, and it tightened Shouto’s throat thinking about it. He was hurting you, a lot, but he couldn’t call you back, not yet.

It was hurting him, Shouto wanted more than everything to go back to you. To slip back into your messy apartment, and climb into your mattress that was capable of swallowing someone whole with how soft it was. Shouto wanted you like no other, but as he lay there staring at the ceiling of his room, he realized that he couldn't go back without a plan, and he wasn't sure when that was going to come together.

Day Six

Shouto woke up and got ready for the day, it was his day off after all. Walking over to the dining room, he was met with Fuyumi staring at him with the same raised eyebrow, “Are you finally going to explain to me what’s wrong, Shouto? This isn’t like you!”

Shouto grabbed the bowl of white rice topped with an egg waiting for him before he nodded his head, better to get it over with. Shouto sat across from Fuyumi at the table, explaining to her what he had felt that morning he couldn’t sleep, explaining that he wanted to marry you, but most importantly he expressed his anxiety of becoming alike to Endeavor.

“Shouto...” Fuyumi whispered as Shouto wiped an angry tear away.

“Everyone keeps telling me that it won’t happen, but fuck, what happens if it does? What if I hurt y/n and all everyone can think is that they had been wrong all along!”

“No.”

“Y/n is the person I love most in this world, a-and I can’t just let her agree to marry me without her knowing that I can become exactly like him!”

“No!”

“On top of that, I wouldn’t even blame y/n for hating me at this moment, maybe all this avoiding will make it seem like I’m no longer in love so that their future will be happier than it would be with me.”

“NO!” Slamming her hands onto the table, Fuyumi screamed, her eyes filled with sympathy and tears for her little brother. “You won’t be like our father, Shouto! Not even a little bit! Are you kidding me? You think y/n would even let you bully and berate you as our father did to mom? No! If you want to propose Shouto, propose to y/n, it’s not just your worries! I’m sure y/n has plenty of insecurities of their own!”

Shouto froze, not sure how to react about how passionate his sister was being, but Fuyumi wasn’t done quite yet.

“You told me that you felt completely in love with y/n, and that scared you, it’s understandable! You, in particular, went through so much growing up, and you saw the worst of it all, but if this is pure love, true love, I won’t let you sit here and cry about it when you can be doing something about it! Talk to y/n, Shouto, I’m sure they’ll help carry you through every insecurity because marriage isn’t an easy thing! Just like relationships! But don’t you dare throw it away! You’ve never been this happy before, Shouto, please don’t give it up.” Fuyumi gasped for air as she fell over to the ground, her emotions draining her.

Shouto didn’t even move a muscle, his hair was in his face, concealing any emotion that could potentially leak out, and Fuyumi looked at her brother who finally looked at her. His eyes were flowing with tears, and her jaw dropped, “Will you come with me, to a jewelry store, I-I think I need an engagement ring?”

“O-Of course!”

Day Seven

Shouto was cleaning up his room, a bundle of dirty clothes in a bag, and a small velvet box in his hands, he was finally unhesitant to go home.

“Fuyumi, I’m going to head out now, I’ll let you know how it goes.” Shouto semi-shouted as he walked towards the front door ready to correct any and all damage he may have done.

Shouto looked into the hallway hearing the floor creak gently, and halted, his body stiffening as he stared at the one and only Flaming Hero: Endeavor.

“Shouto.” Endeavor greets, shifting to stand parallel to Shouto.

Shouto watches Endeavor emotionlessly, “Endeavor.” He returns the greeting.

They stare at each other for a long time, neither one daring to move or say anything. Shouto concentrates in on Endeavors eye-movements and shifts when he sees him fastening onto the engagement ring box in his hand.

“Is that a—“

“That’s none of your business, Endeavor.” Shouto interrupts, scowling as he shoves the box into his pocket, internally cursing on why he didn’t do that, to begin with.

“You’re proposing to y/h/n? Are you serious, Shouto?!”

Now typically, those words from a parent tended to be one of celebration and excitement, but the words that left Endeavors lips were only ones of objection and irritation.

“Yes, I am serious, just like my relationship with y/n is serious,” Shouto replies back, a scowl on his face.

“You’re really stupid if you think I’m going to let my prized possession marry some D-Class quirk, I won’t allow it.” Endeavor states, taking a few steps towards Shouto who only glared with higher ferocity and hatred as he neared. "Your quirks won't match up at all."

“Grow the fuck up, Endeavor, like hell I’m going to let a man who fucked over my mother have a say in my relationship.” Shouto just about hissed at Endeavor who suddenly had a mood change to bemusement.

“Oh, I see now.” Endeavor ‘tsked’ as he smirked, “You got scared, didn’t you.”

“Wha—“

“Y/h/n suddenly wasn’t working with my successor, and it made national news, hell reporters even came seeking me for answers.” Endeavor smirked slyly, his voice taking on a sing-song tone, “You’re afraid of turning into me, aren’t you? You don’t understand, and you won’t ever understand why I did what I did. I can live with my mistakes, but you? No, Shouto, you have Rei’s weak spirit so, of course, whenever you act like me you don’t even notice and better yet it consumes you.”

“That’s not—“

“True? But it is. You’re going to bring an undesired person into my family, and then you’re going to live in hatred of becoming me while never realizing that you’re acting as I once did. I think of it as irony, don’t you?”

Shouto could not bring himself to answer, his body trembling slightly as if he was once more a small child learning the cruel world of being a hero.

“You may surpass me, Shouto, but you’re still a failure. You’ve failed so many times when your relationship fails with y/h/n, I won’t even be surprised.” Endeavor snarked as he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Shouto alone in the hallway his once confidence now destroyed.

Shouto walked slowly to the train station, he was going home to do something. Propose? Or break up?

Shouto boarded the train, his body feeling uncomfortably heavy as he took a seat, the train was empty, and he pulled out his phone. Everyone was telling him to propose, even Shouto was telling himself to propose, but Endeavors taunts rang out louder than any other voice in Shouto’s contemplation.

Riiing. Riiing. Rii— Shouto ended the call on his phone without even seeing who it wasn’t.

Trudging out of the train, Shouto walked down the familiar road to his apartment and took the stairwell up. Unlocking the door, he entered quietly, unsure of your status but hoping you weren’t asleep. Locking it behind him, he sees you on the table, knocked out, drool on your face, your typical sniffles, ...and the empty bottle of wine in front of you, fuck he wished you haven’t drunk the entire bottle in one seating. He paused again, touching your face gingerly and froze.

Shouto loved you more than anything, and at that moment placed the ring box in his back pocket and decided that because he loved you, he couldn’t be with you anymore. He was going to get it done with no excuses for disappearing and calling you by your last name, something you disliked him doing now.

Before Shouto could comprehend what was truly happening because of him, Shouto stood outside the apartment door locked out, silently sobbing as he heard the wine bottle being crushed on the door and the shriek that left your mouth. The engagement ring box burning his body while feeling heavier than anything he ever carried before. What was he supposed to do now?

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To say you were a wreck was an oversimplification. You looked revolting, wept just about every three minutes, and just about shut down when the name Shouto or Todoroki was mentioned. It was six days after the fact that the two of you broke up and still it felt like hours ago.

“This is actually depressing,” Mina sighed as the girls of the old class 1-A had called for intervention after you cried on national TV, “Why is y/n crying so much? Boys can totally be replaced...”

“I can hear you.” You mumbled into your pillow under a pile of blankets, “I’m not even c-crying.”

“Well, at least she didn’t deny the entire, ‘boys can be replaced,’ huh? That means she agrees!” Hagakure remarked as she leaned against a wall for support.

A soft, muffled sob came from you again, and the girls found you shoving your face into multiple pillows for you to cry. “Okay, that’s is, get out of bed now, y/l/n-chan!” Mina ordered as she walked over to where you were wallowing in your misery. “Get up!”

Mina, assisted by Uraraka, managed to get you sitting up on the side of the bed. “We just want to help you feel better, y/l/n-chan, even if it’s temporary,” Yaoyorozu explained as she stepped forward taking your hand in hers. “Let’s go out for the day, it’ll be fun!”

“Please shower.” Tsuyu piped in.

You laughed or at least tried to, but it came out as a garbled sob. You nodded your head as you stood up, heading to the bathroom.

“I’ll go freeze some spoons, y/l/n gonna need them for those swollen eyes.”

“Oh, good idea, Jirou-chan.”

So, eventually, with the girls of class 1-A, you stood fully dressed in something cute and presentable, smelling fresh and clean, with makeup on to cover the fact you had been crying practically nonstop.

“Alrighty, let’s go!” They all cheered, and you smiled at them. It was a watery smile, but you wanted to feel better, too.

The rest of the day, you and the girls went out shopping, trying on every clothing item at every store but not buying anything, went to a Cat Cafe, and even went to buy some sweets. Damn was it a long day, but the girls succeeded in making sure you didn’t cry for the many hours you were out together.

“So, we can go back to your house and watch the Top Ten Fails: Pro-Hero Shouto Edition, or anything really, while eating ice cream,” Uraraka suggested as you finished up a macaroon, brushing the crumbs of the pastry onto the tiny plate it was served on.

“They have a top ten?!” Mina shrieked, “Why was I unaware of this?!”

You laughed slightly as Hagakure shoved Mina for being insensitive, but you shook your head as everyone stared at you, unsure of how you were gonna react. Crying in public from a well known Pro-Hero was going to stir some sort of attraction, although most people did tend not to intervene when they were outside of the costume.

“It’s alright, Mina, everyone, but I think I want to be alone again. If you ladies wish to come back over tomorrow night, that’s fine, I j-just,” You stuttered, your heart was racing again as the suppressed emotions of the day were bubbling to the surface, “I want to be alone.”

Slowly, the girls agreed and so you hugged them all goodbye and left on your own.

The train ride home sort of sucked as you leaned up against a metal pole, your eyes closed in the last-ditch effort to keep yourself from crying. Your phone in your back pocket rang, and you slipped it out, hoping that it wasn’t one of the girls or else you would cry.

New Text Message.

Unlocking the phone, you saw the notification belonged to Fuyumi.

‘Hi, y/l/n! would you like to meet up tomorrow? I would really like to talk!’

Your stomach twisted, Fuyumi was your favorite sibling Shouto had, and having to let her go was something that hurt a lot. There wouldn’t be any trouble if you just saw her one more time, right? Maybe then she would be able to give you some advice to help out, Fuyumi was just naturally gifted that way.

So you responded back, ‘yes, of course! I’d love to meet up, where at? I’m not working this week so I’m available whenever you are!’ and waited for a message back.

Exiting off the train, another message was sent from Fuyumi.

‘The Jasmine Tea House at about 15:00? They have delicious tea there!’

You smiled softly at that comment, those Todoroki’s were so traditional Japanese that it often made you surprised, and your thumbs sent back a response.

‘That sounds lovely. jasmine tea house at 15:00.’

‘Wonderful, see you then!’

You entered your apartment, closing the door behind you, and sank to the ground. It was nice hearing from Fuyumi, but god, she wasn’t the Todoroki you wanted to hear from today.

Slipping into your bed that night, you sighed as you shifted over onto Todoroki’s side of the bed and lay there with silent tears streaming down your face until you passed out.

The following morning you climbed out of bed, showered, did your hair, applied some makeup, and changed into some cute clothes. A high waisted, form-fitting pair of black jeans tucked in front of a light pink flowy shirt, it looked presentable to you. Checking the time it was 2:30 and so you grabbed your purse, phone, and keys and left the building and made your way over to this tea house.

You arrived at the tea house at precisely 2:55 and scanned the rather busy establishment for the iconic hairstyle that was Fuyumi’s, and you spotted her in a back booth, her eyes focused on a menu in her hands. Telling the hostess you found the other member of your party, you walked over to the back, greeting Fuyumi as you slipped into the booth.

“Oh, y/l/n-chan, it’s been too long!” Fuyumi sighed, a smile on her face. “How have you been?”

You laughed shortly, pausing to gather up the energy so you wouldn’t bawl in front of your ex���s sister. “I’m better than can be expected, uh, how’s teaching coming along! I heard you were up for some major promotion!”

Fuyumi waved her off, an embarrassed blush on her face, “Oh, well yes! I was to be named Principal!”

Your jaw dropped, that was tremendous, “Oh, congratulations!”

“No, no, I didn’t take the job.” Fuyumi dismissed the congratulatory comment, “I love working with the students too much to go do a desk job for a living.”

You smiled gently, “You Todoroki’s sure are something else, you’re a true hero.”

“Oh hush, I’m not seeking praise, it’s simply the truth!” Fuyumi giggled obviously a bit uncomfortable with the praise, another trait of the Todoroki children.

The two of you ordered a teapot of the tea of your choice when the waiter appeared, and you talked casually after what opinions you had on different things. When the teapots arrived, you thanked the staff member who brought them and placed them to the side after filling up the ornate teacup in front of you.

“So, I have to be honest,” Fuyumi drawled out as she took a sip of her tea, and you stilled knowing what was coming next, “I asked you to come here so I could learn what happened with Shouto? He just came back home that one night and well, it was just... unexpected? And he won’t tell me anything.”

You nodded your head, as you took a gulp of the scalding tea in an attempt to calm your emotions, “We, uh, broke up. He left for seven days, and came back intending on breaking up with me, which he did.”

Fuyumi gawked at the young hero in front of her, who was refusing to admit that the tea was too hot to drink and was just downing it. "He d-didn't ask you anything important?"

You shook your head, frowning slightly not remembering being asked to do anything but to go to bed.

“Ah, okay, well, let’s continue with our tea? I think we will both feel much better afterward.”

To be honest, it was actually really calming to be sitting with Fuyumi and just ranting, because she sat there and listened and gave back incredible advice. The back booth was a good choice because no one was really around to see you cry as you explained what happened with Shouto and how you didn’t see it coming until it was that final day. You admitted that you jumped to conclusions, that you really had no idea why he was gone, but that you had just gotten insecure that sweet Shouto felt guilty in breaking up with you.

After ranting about Shouto, the two of you carried out another conversation about current events and Fuyumi’s own personal life, and by the end of your gathering, you really felt better.

“I’m really sorry what my dumb baby brother put you through, y/l/n-chan, I really do hope we can remain friends!” Fuyumi stated as she hugged you tightly as you were now leaving the tea house.

“Haha, of course! You’re too great a friend to lose.” You agreed as you held onto the hug for a little while longer.

“Alrighty, see you next time, bye!” Fuyumi called out as she walked away waving. You waved back, feeling better then you had all week, and returned to your apartment.

You laid in your bed staring at your ceiling, thinking about the last seven days and sighed. It seemed that at least for today, you didn’t have any more tears left to cry. You stayed in the same position for what seemed like hours before you dozed off thinking about the man who you really wanted back in your life.

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You woke up to the rampant knocking on your door, looking over at the alarm clock, it was only 7:58 p.m., what a good nap. Groaning, you pushed yourself off your bed and glanced at your phone, the screen was shining with hundreds of missed texts and a handful of missed calls and voicemails.

What was going on...

Getting out of bed, you walked to the entrance and remembered inviting the girls over yesterday and swung it open, “Mina could you be any less... impatient....”

It wasn’t Mina or any of the girls in your class, but instead it was Shouto who’s hair was disheveled, and clothes that looked like they were wrinkled. Wrinkled clothes always bothered Shouto.

Millions of emotions flew between the two of you as you stared at each other, and your anger flared remembering the way he treated you seven days ago, so you grabbed the door ready to slam it in his face much comparable to what you did that night. “Wait, no, please y/n/n, please hear me out.” Shouto pleaded but you didn’t care as you closed the door between you two.

You pressed your forehead to the door panting as you tried to control your breathing, fuck did you want to forgive him but you guess that wasn’t happening considering you just slammed the door again.

“Fine, keep it closed, I know I deserve it! I just wanted to talk to you?”

“You have two minutes,” You whispered through the door hating the fact you wanted to listen.

“I wasn’t mad at you, or wanted to break up,” Shouto admitted and you felt a small thud on the door, you knew he put his head onto the door. “I was just scared.”

You scoffed, you see gonna need a lot more than being ‘just scared.’ “What did I do to make you scared?”

“Nothing!”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh yeah, I did nothing and scared you away for seven days and got dumped.”

“No, okay, I see how you could think that, but I...”

“One minute.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“I already—“

“No, you don't, because I never felt this in love with you before.”

“Wow, okay.”

“Shit, that came out wrong, I just—it scared me just how much my love for you has grown... and I was scared. I know the next step for us is marriage, but I don’t want to fuck that up. A-And I have fucked it up, and I’m so sorry for that! I want to marry you, y/n, but I was stupid and insecure about turning out like Endeavor and I couldn’t do that to you and so I left.” Shouto groaned and you froze.

All your guy’s talk about marriage has always been a sensitive part because of Shouto’s past, and your longing to be married to him. And here he was confessing that he wanted to get married but he left you?

“Y/n?” Shouto’s voice cracked with emotion and you snapped back to reality.

You opened the door and saw Shouto with his head down, staring at his shoes, so unlike the confident man he is. “Then explain to me one thing, w-why did you let me break up with you.”

“I was weak,” Shouto confessed, finally looking up at you, “I let Endeavor get to me, and I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.”

You shook your head as you grabbed his hand tentatively, “You could’ve said something, you know I would fight Endeavor for you.”

“I know, love, I know. I’m sorry.”

“Damnit, Shoucchan, do you realize how much hell you put me through?!”

He nodded his head, but you finally caved as you envelop him in a hug. “You dumbass.”

Shouto chuckles and plants his face in the crook of your neck. “I know.” He agrees.

“B-But,” You hesitated before bringing up what really was on your mind, “You’re ready for m-marriage?”

Shouto sighs, and pulls away, “There you go ruining plans for me, as usual.”

“W-WHAT?!”

Your heart burst and tears flowed down your face as you watched Shouto sink to his knee, pulling out a black silky velvet engagement box, “Y/l/n y/n, I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever put you through and am more importantly thankful for your forgiving and loving soul. I know I left when I shouldn’t have, but you’re the one for me, you’re the one I want and need. I should've done this the first time I felt this way, and so I’m sorry this is seven days late, but,” Shouto opened the box revealing a shiny engagement ring, “Will you marry me?”

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Andddddd done :)

please someone teach me how to link the posts @.@

bonus!

The girls all walked up to your apartment, juggling an insane amount of movies, games, and food in their arms. “I got the door,” Jirou said, using her ear jack to knock on the door.

They stood waiting until you opened the door, and you appeared eyes filled with tears, but you didn’t look sad.

“Hi!” You greeted with a smile.

“You... look happy?” Uraraka mentioned smiling herself, not sure what to expect.

“Oh my god is that?!” Mina shrieked noticing the rock on your finger.

“Yes!” You nodded your head blushing.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

[rubysunnday]

Idiots part 2

A/N: Less of a part 2 and more of a: “I wanted to write a wedding with Anna and Finn”

Finn and Anna had finally announced their engagement to the entire family. It’d only taken them two months after they’d actually gotten engaged to tell anyone (other than you) but no one needed to know that.

They’d set the day for a year after Anna had first met the family. Organising the entire affair was stressful and tedious, especially for you as Anna had made you maid of honour.

You’d helped her choose a dress, flowers, a venue, the music - everything. She’d chosen your dress for you - a beautiful blue lace dress which matched the flowers - and had insisted on John doing the girls hair.

Now, the night before the actual wedding, the two of you were hiding in her hotel, drinking champagne and talking.

Well. Gossiping.

“You and Isaiah,” Anna said as she topped up your champagne glass, “what is going on?”

You shrugged. “Fuck knows.”

“Is he still -“

“Chasing after me despite cheating on me? Yes, yes he is. And the worst thing? I still love him.”

Anna smiled sadly at you. “He still loves you.”

“I know. But can I ever forgive him?” You sighed, taking a long drink. “God knows, but I’ve not told anyone except Finn about the whole, cheating fiasco. They just think we had an argument and broke up.”

“Judging from what Finn did to him, I can see why you’ve yet to tell them.”

“But, I promise you, that our little ‘scuffle’ isn’t going to ruin your wedding day,” You said, pouring yourself some more champagne.

“Even if it does, it’ll just be a normal Shelby wedding,” Anna pointed out and you laughed.

The ceremony of the wedding went off without a hitch. Once you’d reached the end of the aisle, you’d sat as far away from Isaiah as possible, squeezing yourself between Michael and Tommy. The photos went fine. Everything went fine.

Until the reception.

“You can’t keep ignoring me,” Isiah said, cornering you in the kitchen of Tommy’s house as you frantically tried to organise everything.

“I can, because we’re not doing this now,” You snapped, checking the food was actually going to be ready on time.

“I’ve said I’m sorry,” Isaiah said, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to look at him.

“Doesn’t change what happened,” you replied, snatching your wrist out of his hand.

“Y/N, love, come on -“

You shoved Isaiah against the wall, glaring at him. “We are not doing this on my brothers wedding day, Isaiah. I’m not ruining this for him.”

Without another word you quickly disappeared out of the kitchen, pretending to find literally anything else to do.

For some reason, Finn had decided that you were going to say a speech at the wedding. Not a best man speech (that was Arthur’s job) but a twin sister speech. Apparently.

“You don’t have to talk about love,” Finn had said the night he’d asked you. “I know it’s hard, right now.”

You smiled sadly at him. “I’ll get over it, Finn. So, how good do you want me to make you appear?”

As Tommy tapped his glass for silence, gesturing to you to stand up and begin your speech, Finn gave you a reassuring nod from the other end of the table.

You exhaled slowly, calming yourself down as all eyes turned to you. “Shelby’s, Alfie and other people Finn and Anna happen to know. Thank you, for coming tonight. It’s been a year of stress and hopefully, it’s all paid off.” A laugh went up and you instantly relaxed into it. “Finn asked me to make a speech, presumably because he thought Arthur was going to make fun of him and wanted someone who would make him look good.”

“I thought I was rather nice,” Arthur said loudly and everyone laughed. 

You chuckled quietly. “It took me a surprisingly short amount of time to write this speech, surprising because I thought it would be hard to be nice about Finn. However, it is incredibly easy when I look at how much he has done for me over our lifetime. Despite being twelve minutes older than him, something he refuses to accept, he has been the definition of a big brother to me. I never thought Finn would ever settle down with someone, least of all someone as nice and wonderful as Anna. The moment I met Anna, three months before all of you lot, may I add -“

“And thank fuck for that,” Finn muttered.

“- I knew she was something special. The way you and Finn look at each other is something written in a romance novel. The two of you are soulmates and together you make the world appear alright. Love is never kind; love is confusion and pain and abandonment. It’s every single nightmare your mind has been plagued by.” You found yourself looking at Isaiah as you spoke. He was staring back at you, a sad, loving look in his eyes. “And, yes, it can unmake you in ways you never thought were possible, but love - it will remind you what it’s like to be human. It’s what makes us human.”  Suddenly, you felt something fall down your face and realised you were crying. Isaiah smiled at you, his eyes glistening.

“Fuck’s sake, y/n,” John muttered and you looked away from Isaiah to realise that nearly everyone in the room was crying. 

“Sorry,” you said, blushing slightly. “If you can all pause your emotions for a moment and join me in raising a glass.” There was a scraping of chairs as everyone stood up, raising their glasses. “To Finn and Anna, may their love and union show the world what it needs to be.”

Whilst everyone was cheering, you quickly snuck out of the room, disappearing outside. You burst out into the cold air and leant against the wall of the house, panting as you tried not to sob. 

“Why?” You whispered, turning to face the wall and kicking it. “Why, why, why.”

“Is that wall meant to be my face?”

You paused your kicking, leaning your head on the wall. “Isaiah. Of course.”

Isaiah chuckled. “I can’t help but think that speech was aimed at me.”

You sighed, turning to face him. “I said I wasn’t going to do this at Finn’s wedding.”

“And Finn gave me a look that practically ordered me to come out here. He also spoke to me, this morning.”

“What? Telling you to fuck off?”

“Telling me to sort things out with you,” Isaiah said, stepping forward. “I know what I did was wrong.”

“It wasn’t entirely your fault, Is,” You admitted, “being high and drunk does tend to lower one’s boundaries and memories.”

“Blame Finn and John.”

“Trust me, I do,” you chuckled. You looked at him. How perfect he looked in his suit. How perfect he looked any day. “Is, I…”

“I know, y/n,” Isaiah said, nodding. “I’ve had a lot of time to think since the incident.” He sighed. “I got shot, two months ago, down in London with Tommy. I genuinely thought I might die, but all I could think about was how I never got to marry you. How I never got to tell you one more time just how much I love you.” You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you as he knelt down on one knee, pulling a ring out of his pocket. “I know now probably isn’t the perfect time, but Finn kinda made me.”

“Of course he did,” you said through your tears. “Always has to be fucking involved.”

Isaiah chuckled. “So, despite the rocky road and the shit world around us and the fact that we could die any day: y/n Shelby, will you marry me?”

You nodded furiously, not given Isaiah a chance to stand up before you’d bowled him over onto the driveway in a hug. 

“I’m assuming this is a yes,” Isaiah asked as he hugged you back. 

“I nodded, so, yes.”  You reluctantly stood back up, allowing Isaiah to dust your dress down and actually put the ring on your finger. “I give Finn ten minutes before he spoils it.”

“Twenty,” Isaiah replied, linking arms with you as you walked back into the house. 

You let Isaiah walk into the ballroom first, waiting a bit before you walked in, not wanting it to be suspicious. You weaved your way through the crowd of people, spotting Anna and Finn chatting to Polly and Tommy. Finn caught sight of you, took one look at your beaming face and looked down at your hand. His eyes lit up and he nearly dropped the glass he was holding, Anna, who had definitely known, catching it before it smashed. You glared at Finn to keep quiet as you joined them, winking at Anna. 

“Congrats,” Finn whispered in your ear whilst his wife distracted your aut and brother. “I made him do it tonight, before you ask.”

“Thank you, Finn,” you whispered back, hugging him. “Just, thank you.” 

“Word of advice,” Finn said as something smashed over where Arthur and John were. “Elope and skip the whole wedding shindig, it Is very overrated.” 

You laughed, catching Isaiah’s eye across the room and smiling at him. He smiled back, winking before he got dragged away by Esme and Ada to presumably discuss your non - existent relationship which was, actually, very real. 

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Welcome to Oblivion-Ch. 25

Chapter 25

           I sat on the floor, back propped against the sofa, books and laptop spread out on the coffee table at the apartment. Seth sat across from me with his own books, his head resting on his hands. Roman was stretched out on the sofa behind me, his fingers stroking idly against my shoulder as he thumbed through his sociology notes.

           “There is no fucking way I’m going to pass this test,” Seth lamented, practically bouncing his head against the table. “I will gladly take my cal physics exam a hundred times if I don’t have to take this one.”

           “Stop bitching,” I said with a smile. “You’re making it harder than it really is. Now, tell me the four categories of international relationships.”

           Seth reached for his textbook, but I swatted his hand away before he could grab it. I glared, lifting a brow. He tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. He groaned. “Pure antagonistic, pure cooperative, moderated cooperative, and…”

           He scrubbed his hand over his jaw, thinking hard. I knew that he knew the answer, but Seth had no self-confidence when it came to this class. I had no idea why, and I’d made it my personal mission to ensure that he worked his ass off and passed the class.

           “Fuck,” he groaned. “I don’t remember.”

           “Intermediary affected antagonistic,” Roman said lazily from the sofa.

           I turned around, surprised that he had any idea of the answer. “How the hell?”

           He grinned at me, his dark eyes going playful. “Corbin took the class last year. He talked to himself during workouts to study. We were weight partners, so I basically learned everything he did.”

           “He still got his notes? Tests?” Seth said hopefully.

           Roman opened his mouth to answer, but snapped his jaw shut when he saw the look on my face. He cleared his throat and went back to his own studying. “Don’t think so. Corbin’s not the type to hang on to shit like that.”

           Across the table, Seth deflated. I gave him a sympathetic look. “Hey, you pass this test Rollins, and coffee’s on me for a week. You get an A, and I’ll buy it for a month.”

           He turned those brown eyes on me. “Are you bribing me with caffeine, Addy?”

           Grinning, I nodded.

           “Challenge accepted.”

***

           Dean opened the door almost as soon as Seth thumped his foot against it. He couldn’t open the door on his own, mostly because he held a Frappuccino in one hand and was using the other to keep me steady on his back. I’d jumped on his back as soon as we got back to the apartment, having found a hole in my shoe that let snow seep in onto my socks.

           “What the fuck?” Dean asked, standing to the side as Seth ducked in the door and squatted so I could slide off his back.

           I held up my foot, showing him the huge gap where my neon socks were visible. “Jesus shoe.” When Dean looked at me like I was insane, I laughed. “It’s holey, get it? Holy?”

           He rolled his eyes and threw his arm around my neck, drawing me close against him. I smiled and tilted my face up, meeting his lips with my own. Warmth spread through me. It was the feeling I always got with Dean. It was the sense of a perfect early summer night.

           “What am I going to do with you?” he asked with a smile.

           I kicked off my shoes and tugged him toward the kitchen. “Make me one of those sandwiches of yours. We’re celebrating.”

           Dean popped open the fridge, rummaging around. “Hmm? What are we celebrating?”

           Seth swept into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter, half finished frappe in his hand. He grinned. “Addy’s contribution to my caffeine addiction,” he said playfully. He held his cup out toward me in a salute. “Because of her, I got a ninety-three on my international politics test.”

           I grinned and tapped my cup against his. I leaned against the sink, feeling incredibly proud. “You put in the work,” I said firmly. “I just kicked you in the ass to get you started.”

           A gust of cold air swept in as Roman threw open the door. There was snow in his dark hair as he kicked off his shoes and threw his bag on the floor. When he saw me in the kitchen, his face lit up. “Hey, baby girl,” he boomed, crossing the room in a few strides and picked me up in a warm, steady hug. He kissed me soundly, smiling. “What are you doing here?”

           “Celebrating,” I replied, dusting the snow from his hair and his beard. “We both got A’s on our politics test.”

           Roman looked at Seth, who nodded and grinned. “No shit!” He crossed over and gave Seth one of those guy hugs. The ones that start as an odd high-five and end in that one-armed slap on the shoulder. “Congrats, uce.”

           Seth gestured toward me with his cup. “It’s Addy. Wouldn’t have passed without her.”

           The look Roman gave me made my heart light up with love. He smiled and it made his dark eyes sparkle and shine. A moment later, he pulled me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me, hands clasped at the base of my spine. I snuggled against his bulk, tucking my arms between us. When he spoke, his voice vibrated through me.

           “Yeah, Addy’s amazing.” His lips settled against my hair. “That’s why she’s la’u Fetu e Tasi.”

           I closed my eyes and tucked my head beneath his chin. He was warm and smelled like outdoors and mint.

           “Alright, out of my kitchen,” Dean ordered abruptly. “I can’t make breakfast sandwiches for dinner if you three are in the way.”

***

           Dean pulled right to the door of Felton Hall. He’d borrowed Roman’s truck to get me back to campus. Apparently, while he was comfortable driving his Charger in the snow, he didn’t like to do it. The salt fucked up the paint he said.

           The inside of the truck was warm and cozy. For some reason, I had the sudden thought that it smelled like fresh bread. One of Dean’s breakfast sandwiches was wrapped up in aluminum foil and tucked into the pocket of my hoodie. He’d made an extra for me to bring back home as a snack.

           “Hey,” I said quietly, tucking my hair behind my ears. My heart thumped in my chest. I had thoughts and words swirling around in my head, but I couldn’t figure out how to get them out. “Can I ask you a question?”

           He turned in the driver’s seat and looked at me with those denim eyes of his. His gentle fingers brushed against my cheek. “What’s up, princess?”

           I looked away, feeling my whole body start to overheat. I was embarrassed by the question… the request. What if they thought the worst? What if this ruined everything?

           “Are you okay?” he inquired, stroking his thumb along my jaw. He moved as close as he could. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Addy?”

           It was now or never. I couldn’t explain why, but it just felt easier to talk about this with Dean. My eyes squeezed shut, courage gathering in my chest. “Have you ever thought about you and me… and Ro? Together? At the same time?”

           Quiet, heavy and thick, settled in the enclosed cab. It felt like my heart was going to pound straight past my ribs. My stomach dropped. I felt sick, terrified of what might happen when he spoke.

           “Is it something you want?” he asked. Dean settled his hand on the side of my throat, thumb against my jaw, fingers in my hair at the nape of my neck.

           Tears burned my eyes. I wanted to sob, but I couldn’t make them come. Instead, all I could focus on was the gentleness in his touch and the soft understanding in his voice. His fingers steadied my pulse, the contact a promise that I wasn’t alone. That he was there. And that he loved me.

           “Yes,” I replied quietly. I could sense the hurt in my own voice. The fear and sadness. The ache at the possibility of losing either of them.

           His lips pressed against my forehead, lingering there as he cradled my head with his fingers. “Then the three of us need to talk about it together. If it’s something you want, we can figure it out.”

           My fingers twisted up in the front of his shirt. “You aren’t mad at me?”

           “Princess, there’s nothing wrong with what you want,” he said firmly. “I’d rather you tell us than be unhappy. And besides, why would I be mad at you? Anytime I get to see you naked and writhing is a good time.”

           I laughed, just enough that it broke the heaviness of the moment. “Even if it means seeing Ro naked, too?”

           Dean waved his hand in dismissal. “Wouldn’t be the first time. We all share a bathroom, remember?”

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@dbhrarepairs Sunday Day 7: Free Day; Ballet AU RK900/Simon

When the last child is safely in the care of her parents and out the door, Simon sighs and sinks back into his chair. Friday done and dusted, time to slink back home for a restorative Lush bubble bath and maybe an indulgent glass of red wine. His phone rings just as Kara’s locking up the kindergarten classroom, and he gives her a wave goodbye as she jogs over to Luther’s car.  

“North?” He sandwiches the phone between his ear and shoulder, fumbling for his bus pass. 

“Si, you doin’ anything tonight?”

“I mean, I’m doing what any respectable thirty year old does on a Friday night: taking a bubble bath.” Pass located, he slings his bag over the other shoulder and makes his way to the station. 

“Well save it for later. I have a spare ticket to the ballet tonight because Josh bailed-”

“He didn’t bail, North, he’s down with a cold!”

“Bailed.” She repeats sternly. “Anyway, free ticket to opening night at the Detroit Opera House. They’re doing Onegin.”

“I don’t know what that is.” His tone is apologetic as he rounds the corner. “I’ve never been to a ballet before.” 

“Well it’s a nice night out. I get to see my gorgeous girlfriend, you get to perve on boys in tights. Oh and did I mention it’s for free?”

“Yes, you did.” Simon laughs. “Alright I’ll come along.”

“Meet me outside the building at 6:20pm sharp.” 

 Onegin, Simon learns on the bus ride home, is a dramatic tale of two people falling for each other at different times in their lives. There’s duels and murders and missed opportunities, and it’s apparently an incredibly challenging ballet for both the female and male dancers. He gets to see it for free, so sure why not? 

After a quick shower and a quick message to his twin, Simon changes into something neat and somewhat fancy (it’s opening night, which sounds somewhat fancy) and heads back out. He’s coming up the steps, 6:19pm sharp and there’s North in a tux sans her usual combat boots. 

“Hey loser.” She greets with a grin, leaning to kiss his cheek. “Look at you all scrubbed up.”

“And you without your boots. What is the world coming to?” Simon teases as she laughs. “I had a look on their site, the show doesn’t start until seven?”

“Yeah but obviously I gotta smooch my girl and wish her luck.” 

“Surely you don’t need me to do that?” He cocks a brow as she snorts back a laugh. 

“Relax Si, I’m sneaking you backstage for a VIP tour.” North shrugs, looping her arm through his and tugging him into the building. There’s people in various degrees of fancy clothing from ‘somewhat’ to ‘not at all’ to ‘very fancy’ but North steers him away from the crowd and down a corridor. There’s a few ‘hi North’s and ‘she’s down the hall’s said in passing as North leads Simon through a field of floaty dresses and white tights and then they’re approaching a dressing room just as it opens. A petite blonde ballerina steps out, dressed in period costume. Her face lights up when she sees North, and she’s quick to close the distance between them.

“Hey cutie.” North grins, squeezing her close as Chloe giggles.

“You’re not meant to be here!”

“Can’t your girl wish you luck?” 

“Very quickly.” Chloe concedes, leaning up for a kiss. “Now sneak away back to your seat before Eli catches you!”

“Kamski’s stalking around?” North looks over her shoulder as if expecting him to materialise.

“You’re not the only one wishing us dancers luck on opening night.” Chloe laughs, poking her cheek. “And unlike you, he’s the director of the company and has a right to be here.” 

Simon stands back at a polite distance, admiring their exchange. They haven’t been dating long enough for Simon to have met Chloe yet, though their work schedules played a large factor in the delay too; when everyone’s working full time and they’re all a bunch of thirty-somethings, social schedules are hard to negotiate. Not that Simon negotiates much; he’s never been a social butterfly and there’s comfort in staying in the nest he’s built with his twin brother. 

He averts his eyes when they kiss, trying to allow them privacy, and distracts himself by checking his surroundings. There’s other ballerinas in lovely period costumes, and- what was the word for a male dancer? Ballerino? Dans ...something French. Handsome boys in coats and cravats and tights that look like the dancers were dipped in body paint rather than wearing something sewn from material. A dancer exits the dressing room on his right, and Simon accidentally catches his gaze. He’s tall, taller than the other male dancers, with a cut jawline and sharp cheekbones and dark hair that’s been artfully swept from his face. His costume looks fancier than the others, and he holds himself with the air of a leading man. Simon belatedly realises he’s still staring and quickly looks away, feeling his cheeks grow hot.

“This is Si.” North loops her arms through his, startling him, and he looks over to see Chloe’s smiling face. 

“It’s so good to meet you in person at last, Simon.” She shakes his hand, and Simon can see why North is so smitten with her and those big blue eyes and that joyous smile. 

“The pleasure is all mine, Ms Chloe.” He can’t help but smile in return, and it tickles him that North looks at her with unabashed adoration; there’s joy to be had in the joy of others. 

“Chloe, curtain’s up in fifteen.” A deep accented voice interrupts, and there’s that looming leading man only up close now, close enough if Simon reached out he could touch him and confirm he’s real and not some fever dream fantasy. 

“Alright Ronan.” Chloe’s smile turns apologetic. “I’m going to have to shoo you both away now.”

“Good luck with the performance.” Simon clasps her hand again and North steals another kiss before they leave. When he looks over his shoulder, he catches Ronan’s eyes again, the dancer looking at him with mild curiosity and Simon hastily drops his gaze. North gives him a wicked grin.

“His name is Ronan Stern and as far as Chloe knows he’s single.”

“Shut up.” 

 Objectively he knows what ballet is, and even though he’s never attended a live performance he’s seen clips and movies and gifs and photos. It really is different sitting in a fancy theatre and watching it unfold in person, though. The orchestra is right there, the dancers are right there, and it’s all so tangible in a way he’s never experienced.

Ronan plays Onegin himself, and Simon wonders how it is that a human being of flesh and blood and bone just like him has somehow honed his body into an instrument like that. Surely humans aren’t made to leap that far and jump that high and hoist up ballerinas like they weigh nothing more than a doll? He dances with power, with purpose, and there’s an intensity to him that Simon’s drawn to. Chloe’s petite stature is dwarfed further by his build and the way he holds her and carries her makes their size difference so obviously delightful. She’s dainty and demure and he’s commanding and calculated and somehow it’s a beautiful match and Simon can’t take his eyes off of them.

Onegin is a man ruined by his own pride, and in doing so ruins the lives of others. There is no redemption for him, and Tatiana holds no love for him anymore when they reunite years later. The story ends and it isn’t happy, it’s just and rightful and Simon thinks distantly it’s somehow different from Swan Lake because this time the woman lives and she’s safe and loved. He likes this one better.

“You haven’t said a single word.” North pokes his cheek once everyone takes their final bow and the applause has died down and the lights come on again. “You liked it?”

“Holy shit?” Simon breathes, and North bursts out laughing.

“Uh huh.” She nods. “Yeah, holy shit. You hooked?”

“God is it always like that?”

“Pretty much.” She laughs again, slinging an arm around his waist as they shuffle towards the nearest exit along with the throng. “I’m a convert. Never thought much about ballet but there’s something almost magical about it isn’t there?” 

“They can’t be mere mortals like us.” Simon sighs dramatically. “Not when they can move like that and spend two hours on their toes or carrying the entire weight of another person.” 

They exit the opera house and before Simon can step away, North tightens her hold around his waist.

“Come on, I’m picking Chloe up by the stage door.”

“You don’t need me around to do that.”

“Yeah but between the two of us I’m the gay that can drive, so I’ll give you a lift home.” 

“...You sure?” Simon resists when she tries to tug him away. “I mean, I don’t want to come between you two. I’m sure she’s tired and would rather go home right away.”

“You’re one of my besties, Si.” North rolls her eyes. “I want to see you home safe and not taking the goddamn bus at this hour. Chloe’s gonna be cool with that.”

“If- if you’re sure …” 

“I’m sure.” North declares, all but dragging him to follow.

There’s a small crowd at the stage door, family members and partners Simon guesses, collecting their talented dancers and congratulating them. Chloe emerges in a long cream coat with a fluffy fur collar and North picks her up and spins her around.

“Congrats babes, you were perfect.” She grins, peppering her face with kisses as Chloe giggles brightly. 

 “Ready to go home kiddo?” A gruff voice by his ear asks, and a middle aged man brushes passed him to reach out and clap Ronan on the shoulder.

“Dad? I didn’t know you were coming.” Ronan blinks in surprise, a small smile spreading on his face as he embraces him tightly. 

“I managed to convince him.” Another voice pipes up, belonging to a young man not dissimilar to Ronan though without the accent. “Not that dad needed much convincing- this is your debut on home soil after all. And what an amazing debut it was, Ronan.” 

“Come on.” The father of the pair jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Connor cleaned up his room and everything. I’m not letting you go back to your apartment on opening night; you’re spending that with your family and not with Reed. I already spend enough time with that grumpy dumbass at work I know what you’re in for.”

“We have agreed to a truce because of the cats.” Ronan grins, adjusting his grip on his bag as his brother helps shoulder his way through the crowd. Simon watches them leave and Ronan looks over his shoulder, their eyes catching again briefly before Simon looks away in panic.

 “C’mon Si, let’s get you home.” North snaps his attention back to the present, flicking his temple. 

“He’s single.” Chloe pipes up, and Simon feels his cheeks heat. “And likes boys too.”

“Will you two stop it?!”

In the car he takes the back seat so Chloe can sit up front. 

“He just moved back from London.” She continues despite his exasperated sigh. “He was accepted into the Royal Ballet program when he was nine and is the youngest danseur to be promoted to Principal Dancer in recent history.”

“But he gave that all up?” Now he’s curious. “Why would he then step down from that and move back to Detroit? We don’t exactly have the most thriving ballet scene in comparison.”

“I’m not sure either. I spent a year as the guest ballerina with the Royal Ballet, he’s an absolute dream to dance with.” She catches his eyes in the rearview mirror and smiles. “He’s the perfect gentleman, and everything I could ever ask for in a partner. When the season ended he told me he wanted to come back to Detroit. Elijah was more than happy to offer him a position.”

“Maybe he got homesick? Connor’s pretty glad to have him back.” North shrugs as they idle at a red light. “Saves him from travelling to London all the time to visit.”

“If he marries a nice boy in Detroit then he’ll never even think of going back to London either.” Chloe giggles slyly and Simon groans, slumping in his seat.

“Okay listen, I appreciate you two arranging a marriage for me but-”

“Simon, I don’t know how to break this to you but your future spouse is not just going to materialise in your home.” North sniggers. “At least let us try and meddle a little.”

“North told me about your ex and-”

“North!” Simon protests and North cuts in.

“No, shut up, Gideon was an asshole Simon I’m still mad about him. Okay I ranted to Chloe even though you told me not to tell anyone, but I was going to explode if I didn’t tell anyone.” She stands her ground, muttering under breath. “Murder is illegal, anyway.”

“Ronan is a lovely gentleman, at least give him a chance?” Chloe smiles encouragingly.

“He’s like the 2005 Pride and Prejudice Mr Darcy only in tights.” North adds, and Chloe bursts out laughing as the car pulls up at the apartment block. “Okay Si, goodnight.” 

“Thank you for coming to watch us.” Chloe turns back in her seat so she can hold his hands. “It’s really lovely to meet you. I hope we can hang out soon.”

“It was absolutely magical, thank you Chloe.” Simon squeezes her hands, smile ernest. He flashes North a grateful smile. “And thanks for the lift, North.”

 Danny’s already asleep when he tiptoes into the apartment, so he makes sure to make as little noise as possible. Slipping into his room, he flops onto his bed and pulls out his phone. Wrestling against the temptation only lasts all of five seconds before Simon is typing ‘Ronan Stern’ into google and diving into articles and accolades. No Facebook, no Twitter but he does have an Instagram, and he’s also featured in the Royal Ballet’s Instagram account often. Or, well, used to as stated in one of the posts from six months ago showing a farewell post.

He’s...infuriatingly attractive, like the way Markus is infuriatingly attractive but in a different kind of way. Simon’s crushed on Markus for so long, so he knows how this story goes; he’s going to pine away, absolutely ache for him and wear his heart on his sleeve and they will be friends and Ronan will have no romantic interest for him the way Markus sees him as a good friend and nothing more. Simon is used to the heartache, really. It’s also why he ends up in shitty controlling relationships with shitty controlling men because he’s bad at speaking his mind and he’s bad at saying no. 

Sighing, he follows a link to Youtube and watches an excerpt from some sort of modern ballet Ronan performed last year with Chloe. It’s fast paced and dizzying and powerful, and his heart catches in his throat a few times when Chloe throws herself into leaps and jumps, Ronan always there to catch her and fling her and flip her. They’re a blur of wild movement and perfect partnership. Youtube recommends more clips, and it’s midnight but he has no self-control so he’s clicking those too, watching Ronan in other ballets, some clips even just sneakily filmed footage taken by an audience member.

He ends up watching interviews too, watching Ronan without the makeup and the costumes. He speaks like someone not used to giving interviews, and Simon finds it endearing that for a man with such a commanding presence he speaks almost shyly. The accent helps too. Simon shoves his phone away some time nearing 1am, barely remembering to brush his teeth before he falls asleep with a smile.

 “Si?” Someone’s shaking him awake, and Simon groans. “Si, get up.” He cracks open an eye and promptly rolls over.

“Go ‘way Danny it’s Saturday. Let me sleep in.”

“North’s here.” He turns back over.

“What?”

“SI GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED OR WE’LL BE LATE!” He hears her call from presumably the front door.

“Late for what?” He pulls his pillow over his face as Danny laughs. 

“That’s entirely your problem.” He’s poked in the side, and he yelps, squirming away from the torture. “Anyway I’m off. I’ll bring you any cookies if we have leftovers by the end of the day.”

“Bye Danny.” Simon pulls the pillow off and smiles sleepily at his brother, who gives a wave as he departs.

“Simon! C’mon!” North appears in the doorway of his bedroom looking unimpressed.

“What are you doing here? It’s-” he fumbles for his phone, “fuck it’s 7am on a Saturday!”

“Yeah and class starts at 8am and we still gotta pass by Starbucks on the way!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Up!” She dives forward and yanks the quilt from the bed and he curls up immediately, shrieking in protest. “Up up!”

“North-”

“Just come with me Si, please? Just trust me on this one. I’ll even buy you lunch.” There’s a pause as he considers the offer.

“...Burgers at the Chicken Feed?” He peeks over at her as she rolls her eyes.

“Okay, yes, burgers at the Chicken Feed.”

“Deal.” 

 He’s not awake enough for this, and his eyes feel like burning coals in his head as he tries to keep them open. They stop at a Starbucks and North orders four coffees, not two, and carefully hands them to him. Keeping his hands on the little cardboard holder, he sets them on his lap and the warmth provides a little comfort on this bizarre mysterious trip. 

“Are we going to Josh’s? Is this to pep him up for his thesis, since he’s down with a cold?” He asks as North makes a turn, and he spares a glance at the coffees, making sure he’s holding onto them securely.

“Nah, his boyfriend’s coming by today to take care of him. Josh didn’t want you to come over in case you got sick and since you work with kiddies that’d be pretty shitty.” She explains, making another turn. They’re entering the back of some large building that sort of looks a bit familiar. “Okay cool, we’re pretty much on time for them to arrive.”

“Them-?”

“I’ll get the door for you, hang on.” She parks the car and hops out, rounding the vehicle so she can open his door and temporarily hold the coffees. 

“I still don’t know where you’ve taken me.”

“It’s not like you were going to do anything else this morning.”

“Excuse me, I was going to sleep in and then I was going to put the laundry on and curl up on the couch watching Netflix.” Simon huffs, accepting the coffees back. 

“Uh huh.” North rolls her eyes. “Don’t worry, this’ll be pretty relaxing too.” 

It feels a lot like sneaking into somewhere they’re not meant to. Simon may be sleep deprived but he’s alert enough to realise they’re not meant to be here. They’re coming through some back door, through a long hallway and North is uncharacteristically quiet. There’s a hush in the atmosphere, tension and baited breath, and even in the elevator North says nothing. Anxiety coils in his chest as he trails her, scarcely daring to breathe before she looks over her shoulder and gives a triumphant grin.

“Okay, we’re here!” She opens a nondescript door and they’re in some beautiful open room with an entire wall of glass overlooking Detroit. One of the other walls is entirely covered in mirrors and there are a handful of people in various combinations of gym gear and tights and-

“Oh my god.” Simon feels his stomach drop and he doesn’t know whether to be angry or embarrassed. “We can’t be here!”

“We totally can, I do this every Saturday.” North grins, scanning the room before waving. “Babe!”

“North!” Chloe skips over to them, laughing when North picks her up and spins her around, a customary greeting Simon surmises. “Oh! And a wild Simon appears!”

“Not by choice.” He huffs, glaring at North before he holds out the tray of coffees. “I’m going to assume one of these is yours?”

“It’s the almond chai with honey, thank you.” She selects the cup and plucks it out, tipping up on her toes to kiss his cheek. “Well, we still have about fifteen minutes before class begins. Which one is the soy latte with a triple shot and caramel?” 

“This one.” Simon taps. 

“Excellent.” Chloe nods, before turning. “Ronan? Coffee!”

He’s going to murder North. He tries to convey his murderous intent and his best friend smiles innocently back at him in response. 

“Coffee?” Ronan walks into view wearing a plain white shirt and a pair of robin's egg blue tights that hide absolutely nothing. 

“This is Simon.” Chloe introduces with a bright smile. “North’s bestie.” 

“A pleasure to meet you.” He murmurs softly, shaking his hand. His hand is warm, his grip firm and Simon’s sure his cheeks are bright red. “Thank you for bringing us coffee, especially so early in the morning and on a weekend no less.”

“I-it’s nothing. Wasn’t really going to do much today anyway.” 

“Oh, Markus! Good morning!” Chloe calls out as the door opens, and yes, there he is, there’s Markus Manfred looking incredibly stylish like no one has the right to be this early in the morning.

“Hey everyone, hey Simon.” Markus grins, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “What are you doing here?”

“North dragged me here.” He glares over at her and North only grins back unrepentantly. “What are you doing here?” 

“I play the piano for morning class every Saturday.” He smiles one of his thousand kilowatt charming smiles and Simon still aches for him even though he knows the ache will never be soothed by Markus. 

“You two know each other?” Ronan asks curiously, looking between them. 

“Yeah, Simon’s one of my good friends.” Markus grins at him. “And so is North. I gotta go warm up and I bet you guys need to too. Take a seat by the piano, Simon. You and North can chill in that corner, I promise no one minds.”

He hopes he’s conveying enough Murder on his face when he looks at North as they curl up in the corner. North smooches his cheek with a wink and he sighs because he knows he’s not really mad, just incredibly shy and self-conscious. 

“These are ours.” She taps the remaining coffee cups. “Now sit and relax a little Si. Just enjoy it.”

Markus runs his fingers along the keys, up and down the scales before tapping out brief snippets of various songs. An older woman enters the room and the dancers greet her respectfully and then class begins. 

Simon’s still not sure he can quite comprehend how ballet is possible; it’s incredibly complex and beautiful and demands so much of the human body. He watches them go through familiar motions he’s sure they can repeat with their eyes closed, gradually increasing in difficulty until they’re leaping and bounding across the studio. The dancers shed some of their layers as the class progresses and their bodyheat rises from exertion, and Simon’s not beyond admitting (to himself, at least) that he’s enjoying this display of bodies in peak physical form in incredibly tight fitting clothing.

He’s inevitably drawn to the way Ronan moves, to the way he’s so confident and sure of every step, every sweeping gesture in time to the jaunty sprightly tunes Markus plays. He does as he’s bid, following every instruction called out by their teacher with the intensity of a soldier obeying orders. It’s a mesmerising display of elegance and power that reminds Simon of how his twice a week yoga classes really don’t hold a candle to the strict regimen these dancers must adhere to in order to keep their bodies in their prime. The hour passes and only as they’re saying goodbyes does Simon realise he hasn’t even looked at Markus once.

 “So what did North want?” Danny slumps on the opposite end of the couch, making a show of flopping his legs over Simon’s.

“Hm?” He looks up from the Royal Ballet instagram account, distracted.

“North. This morning at 7am when she stormed into our house.”

“Oh she uh, dragged me off to the ballet studio to deliver coffee to her girlfriend and watch her morning class.” Simon quickly exits the app and wriggles into a more comfortable position.

“Why would she need you to do that?” Danny frowns. 

“To get me out of the house so I wouldn’t just stay inside and watch Netflix and do laundry.” Simon laughs, completely avoiding mentioning Ronan at all. “It’s ok she bribed me with Chicken Feed burgers for lunch, and paid for the Starbucks.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to thank her for single-handedly dragging you kicking and screaming into having a social life.” His twin teases with a grin, and Simon kicks him with an exasperated groan. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll meet a cute boy there.”

 He meets said cute boy again, completely by accident the very next day. Actually, what happens is he sees a very large Saint Bernard dog waiting patiently beside a tall pair of legs in the queue at Starbucks, before he realises who the tall pair of legs are connected to.

“Heeeey, who’s a good doggo hm?” Simon chuckles as the dog sniffs his hand and pushes its very large head against it, obviously expecting pats. 

“Sumo would hope it’s him.” Says a deep, accented voice that’s become rather familiar to him recently.

“Oh, Ronan h-hi.” Simon freezes, eyes wide when he looks up to see Ronan’s handsome face wearing an amused smile. 

“Good morning Simon.” 

“How was class?”

“Class was fine.” They shuffle towards the counter, and Simon tries not to stare at the sharp figure Ronan cuts in a long navy woolen coat and fancy plaid scarf. “I have a performance tonight so I’m resting for now, but I thought I’d take Sumo for his morning walk.”

“He’s very cute.” He can’t help but pat the dog again, the Saint Bernard giving a happy booming chuff in approval. “Your dad’s dog?”

“Yes, he’s getting up there in years but Connor and I still love him to pieces.” There’s a wistful expression on his face, his smile fond. “Both he and our dad work at the DPD, so Sumo stays home a lot. We try and make sure he goes for long walks in the mornings and evenings to make up for it.”

“Chloe said you moved back to Detroit recently?” 

“Yes, about six months ago. I went straight into rehearsals for the season after only two weeks. Mr Kamski was keen to have me start.” The person ahead of them finishes paying and heads to the end of the counter. “Venti soy latte with a triple shot and caramel and a grande soy hazelnut latte please.”

“Oh, are you meeting someone?” The question is out of his mouth before he can stop himself.

“No it’s for you. I read the other coffee cup yesterday, I know North’s usual, and I didn’t recognise the other one so it must’ve been yours.” Ronan’s smile is a little hesitant and Simon hopes his absolutely red cheeks signify he doesn’t mind one bit. “Now we’re even.”

“Excellent work, detective.” Simon tries to quip as Ronan taps his phone to pay for both coffees.

“My brother’s the detective, not me.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Though I suppose I won’t deny being called observant.”

“Well you’re used to noticing minute body cues.” Simon points out as they wait for their coffees. “Your partner depends on it. The way Chloe just...throws herself in your general direction without hesitating, and knows that you’ll catch her. It means she trusts in your abilities, in your partnership.”

Ronan looks at him eyes wide and lips slightly parted, and Simon feels stupid stupid stupid until he notices the faint rosiness to his cheeks, and the way Ronan averts his gaze after a moment too long. His heart skips a beat, his heart does that stupid thing where it throws itself in the general direction of a pointless crush without hesitating, without knowing if the other person will catch it. It does this every time, every single time, and sets Simon up for nothing but heartache later. 

“That’s very kind of you to say, Simon. I’m glad that comes across when I dance.” Ronan says quietly, almost murmuring it into his scarf as if too shy to say it any louder. Simon knows this will go nowhere, just like his love for Markus but he’s always been unable to control his heart’s desires. 

“I mean, I know nothing about ballet but I think that just lets me have a different perspective.” Simon rambles because he doesn’t know how to control any part of himself, apparently. “Critics know all the terminology, all the moves, all the stories of the ballets so they’d pick it all apart but since I know nothing I get to just enjoy it. Be in awe of the fact you’re human like me but somehow you can make your body do those things; dance like you can almost fly.”

“Simon, I-”

“Order for Ronan?” The barista calls out, and Simon is blessedly grateful for the interruption, looking at Sumo instead because he suddenly can’t face looking into those startling grey eyes a second longer. 

“Here, Simon.” The large cup is held out to him, and Simon can’t help but let their fingers brush when he takes it because if he’s going to get his heart broken all over again the least he can do is indulge in the illusion of happiness for a little while.

“Thank you.”

“Would you- would you like to come along for a walk?” Ronan stammers hesitatingly and he’s ever so endeared. “I usually take Sumo for two laps around the park and then head home.”

“I’d really like that, if you wouldn’t mind the company?”

“I would like your company very much.” 

The park is starting to turn into hues of sepia as Detroit eases into Autumn, and it’s Simon’s favourite season. It means cosy sweater weather and staying inside. Sumo trots happily ahead and Simon sips on his coffee and darts Ronan glances every now and then.

“I um, I wanted to ask you why your surname is Stern?” He catches his gaze briefly before focusing on Sumo again. “You said your brother Connor is a detective, and I realised North’s friend is Detective Connor Anderson at central station.”

“Oh I-” a thoughtful frown. “We’re both adopted. We were in the system for a while, and Lieutenant Hank Anderson fostered us. I got into ballet through the Abraham Kamski arts outreach program. Before the adoption process was complete, I was accepted by the Royal Ballet on scholarship when I was nine.”

Simon tries to imagine what that would’ve been like, to have one’s whole world change at the age of nine. 

“Professor Amanda Stern became my legal guardian, so I became a Stern too.” Ronan explains, brows furrowed. “She wasn’t a mother figure. I felt like a student constantly under her tutelage, but she was never unkind. Just...intense. She believed in discipline and order and structure and pushed me to do my best. She taught- still teaches, advanced robotics in London though she came from Detroit too. She once taught Elijah Kamski, our current director and son of Abraham Kamski. That’s how it all came full circle- me moving from Detroit to London under her care and then back under now under Mr Kamski’s.”

“You spent all those years by yourself in London, without seeing your brother?” Simon tries to imagine what that would’ve been like too, but the pain is too great. “I have a twin brother, Daniel. He’s only older by a few minutes but the way he acts you’d swear we were years apart. He’s so over protective of me but I guess that’s because we’ve only had each other for so long.”

Ronan raises his brows curiously, and Simon tries to keep his emotions reigned in.

“We had a pretty ordinary if conservative upbringing in the suburbs but um, we got disowned when we were outed- well, I was outed by a classmate. Danny outed himself too, the moment our parents started yelling at me and we were out on the streets at seventeen. I don’t know if I could’ve spent so many years away from him, the way you were apart from Connor. I think I would’ve fallen to pieces.”

Ronan is quiet for a moment, before he reaches out and gently squeezes his shoulder.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“I’m sorry you had to grow up without Connor. And he grew up without you.”

“I had ballet and he had the police academy. We stayed connected via social media, it wasn’t too bad. When we were old enough we could fly to visit each other during breaks, if we managed to have enough money saved.” Ronan sighs, shaking his head. “You’re right though, some nights I would feel so lonely I thought I was falling to pieces.”

“Is that why you came back? Why you gave up such a prestigious position at the Royal Ballet?” Simon pries a little, hoping he’s not being presumptuous.

“Yes.” He answers with barely any pause for thought. “I wanted to be where Connor was, and that’s here in Detroit.”

“I imagine that decision didn’t make many people happy.” Simon winces as Ronan sighs heavily.

“No, but it was the right one. I don’t regret coming back to Detroit. I don’t regret giving all that up to be with my brother again. Well. Sort of. I don’t live with them since there’s no room and I have a housemate I’d rather kill but he has cats that like me and I like them more than I like him so I guess he gets to live for now.”

He says it so seriously, face deadpan, that Simon laughs loudly, startling Sumo. When he manages to recover, Ronan is smiling and Simon finds himself smiling too.

 The working week passes in a blur and all Simon can do is stalk Ronan on social media and soak up what the internet has to offer and try his very best not to be so outwardly in love though it fails because Danny always knows how to read him.

“It’s the cute boy at the ballet, huh?” His twin grins, kicking his shin under the dinner table. Simon winces, kicking him back.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh okay, so I guess the ticket North dropped off for the finale performance of Onegin was meant for me?” Danny pulls out an envelope with a dramatic flourish and Simon lunges over the table to try and grab it. 

“Give me that!”

“No, it’s not meant for you, you have no idea what I’m talking about!” Danny laughs, holding it out of reach. Simon whines in frustration, trying to reach for it in vain.

“Dannnnyyyy!”

“What’s his name?”

“Danny give it!”

“Not until you tell me who it is!”

“It’s Ronan.” He slumps in his seat, burying his face in his hands.

“Oh the hotshot from London?” Danny laughs, tossing the envelope over to him. “Yeah alright he’s pretty cute I guess. What? I looked through the program you left on the kitchen counter. He sounds way more impressive than Markus.”

“Markus is plenty impressive.” Simon mutters, snatching the envelope. 

“North told me he has a Louis Vuitton pencil case for his charcoal sticks.” Danny cocks a brow. “His charcoal sticks , Simon. Anyway, full international scholarship at nine years old? Youngest dancer to be promoted to principal dancer? That’s way more impressive.”

When he looks at his brother, there’s something more than fond teasing to be found in his expression, so Simon opens up a little.

“Y-you think so? This isn’t...stupid, is it?” 

“It’s not stupid, Si. I mean, your heart can be plenty stupid but that’s how you are.” The teasing is gone, replaced entirely by infinite kindness. “You love so openly, so intensely. I’m here because of that. You’re friends with North and Josh and yeah, even Markus because of that. You look after kids all day and you love your job and you love them and that’s why you’re so good at it. That’s why you’re such a good person.”

The tears fill his eyes and he feels stupid, but loved too and Danny’s wobbly smile tells him his brother feels the same. “That’s why you deserve to date an accomplished hotshot from London in incredibly tight tights.”

“Danny!”

 It’s Friday and he’s coming up the steps, 6:19pm sharp and there’s North in an oxblood leather jacket over a jumpsuit and her usual combat boots. 

“Hey loser.” She greets with a grin, leaning to kiss his cheek. 

“Hey yourself.” He elbows her lightly before crooking his arm as she hugs it. She’s leading him down a corridor and he knows the way now. When Chloe slips out from her dressing room and into North’s arms, Simon sidesteps them politely and heads for the room down the hall, knocking on the door.

“Simon.” Ronan blinks in surprise, and he’s Eugene Onegin again, sculpted cheekbones and artfully swept hair. “Hello.”

“Hi.” His heart’s pounding, thudding so loud it might as well be the beat for them to dance to. “Good luck.” Tangling their fingers together, he tips up slightly on his toes and presses his lips to his and there’s a moment of surprise before Ronan circles an arm around his waist and pulls him in so they’re pressed together. They part for but a second before Ronan kisses him, and he kisses the way he dances; commanding and intense and powerful- the kiss of a leading man that sweeps his costar off their feet. It leaves Simon panting and dizzy and starstruck, and he knows he’s never been kissed like that all his life. Ronan seems a little self-conscious, a little embarrassed as if afraid he’s overstepped and Simon huffs a laugh, wrapping his arms around him.

“I’ll see you after the show.” He cups a palm against his cheek, pulling him to lean down and bump their brows together. 

“And many more times after that, I hope?” 

“Yes.” He laughs brightly, stealing another kiss. “And many more times after that.” 

[adrinette-forever]

Fact-checking for Dummies (Superhero Edition)

{Ao3 Link}

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5

Summary: Ladybug discovers the true identity of HawkMoth: none other than her school crush, Adrien Agreste.

Chapter 5

Before her face-off with Hawkmoth/Adrien, Marinette announced that she needed a moment alone. From her vantage point in Marinette’s purse, Tikki watched the boy shift his weight uncomfortably and nail her with those adorable kitten eyes as Marinette told him and turned for the bathroom.

The poor kid definitely noticed Marinette’s changed attitude toward him. Tikki could only hope he’d be understanding if he knew why Marinette had turned so cold.

Marinette strode into the bathroom and checked the stalls to ensure she was alone. And then she slumped against the sink.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up, Tikki.”

She had put on a strong act against Adrien, but in the safety of the bathroom, her face was ashen and it looked like she was about to throw up.

Tikki emerged from her purse and hovered nearby, frowning. She’d been trying to talk Marinette down for a day now, without much luck. It was by far the worst overthinking-induced panic she’d ever seen her Chosen go through.

Alya was the best at calming Marinette down, but they couldn’t exactly tell her about what had Marinette so worked up this time.

“Why don’t we make a list?” Tikki offered gently. “We can list out all the things that make him look guilty and innocent, and then look at the whole situation logically. Adrien brought up some good points earlier, I thought. ”

“But the timing of it was so strange! Why would he mention those things out of the blue? What if he is Hawkmoth and knows I’m onto him?”

“You can’t accuse someone based on coincidence.”

Marinette gripped her head with both hands and started to pace. “But what if? What if he is? ”

Dismissing Marinette’s concerns wouldn’t make matters better. And in some ways, Marinette had a point--the way Adrien had disappeared and reappeared in his room during the Volpina incident was a bit unexplainable.

Tikki said, “Would you feel better if we kept an eye on him for a day? I could follow him into his mansion and never leave him out of my sight.”

“It’s too dangerous to get separated, Tikki,” Marinette said, shaking her head. Her back and forth pacing across the bathroom picked up speed. “If there’s even the slightest chance that he’s Hawkmoth, I can’t let emotions blind me to that. It’s--it’s selfish, and stupid to just call him innocent without thinking things through because of… of how I feel.”

“Marinette.”

“It could put lives in danger. Hawkmoth is hurting people--the sooner we stop him, the safer everyone will be.”

“Marinette,” Tikki said more firmly, flying in front of Marinette’s face. Thankfully, she stopped.  “What kind of proof would you need, then? How can we prove Adrien is or isn’t Hawkmoth?”

Instead of answering the question, Marinette slumped against the nearest wall and let herself slide to the floor until she lay there, head buried in her knees. “If he really is Hawkmoth… I don’t know if my heart could take it, Tikki.”

“So let’s prove he isn’t, okay?” Tikki said, offering her Chosen a comforting smile. “ I’m proud of you for taking this threat seriously. You’re right--A good superheroine listens to her head. But if you spend too much time in your head, you’ll get overwhelmed and start overthinking.”

Marinette lifted her head to look at Tikki, who was pleased to see that some of the panic in her eyes had faded.

“This group project will be good for you,” Tikki said. “You can spend more time with Adrien and get to know him better. Hawkmoth has a kwami just like you do, Marinette--a purple kwami named Nooroo. You know what it’s like to hide a kwami around others, so why don’t we start there?”

Marinette nodded and got to her feet, pumping her fists. “You’re, right Tikki. Let’s go find the truth.”

“What’s taking her so long?” Adrien said. Although he didn’t know it, his pacing was perfectly in-step with Marinette’s own pacing, just inside the school.

Plagg, sounding bored, was inspecting his claws. “Figuring out the best way to skin you alive, probably.”

“I should have told her last night. As soon as she mentioned it. I just…” he paused, trying to find the words. “I guess I’d just never seen her so worked up. I’d never seen that side of her before, and then she was zipping away while I was still trying to process…. Everything .”

He plopped down on the park bench. Despite all the stress and the fear for his life, Adrien found himself smiling and sighing happily. “But now I just love her even more. It’s like I always say, Plagg--”

“Please don’t.”

“We come to love not by finding a perfect person,” Adrien began as Plagg began making retching noises, “but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.”

“You don’t always say that.”

“I think it!” Adrien objected.

“You’ve always thought Ladybug was a perfect person, though.”

“Yes, but--ugh, just. Just shut up, Plagg.”

“I’m here!” another voice interrupted.

Adrien literally jumped before turning around to face Marinette. He felt Plagg fly up the back of his overshirt. “Oh, hi, Marinette! R-ready to get that project started? I got the books out,” he added, pointing to where they lay on the bench.

She smiled at him. A normal, happy smile--not the you’re dead smile that he had expected. Adrien felt his insides turn to goo.

I love you I love you I love you

Adrien bit his lip to keep from saying it, but he doubted he could hold it in much longer. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, his partner since day one. And she loved him back . All his dreams were coming true.

He lasted all of two seconds.

“I love you,” he breathed.

Marinette’s eyes were as wide as camembert wheels. “W-w-w-what?”

“My name is Chat Agreste, and I’m in love with you.”

“Errr…?”

“I mean! Adrien Noir. Chadrien Agoir. Pawsitively in love with you, Maribuginette. Please don’t kill me.”

Marinette was making some kind of strange, gasping, choking kind of sound. Her eyes, miraculously, had somehow widened even more.

“Chat…. Noir?”

“At your service?” He gave an uneasy smile. That’s what you get when you don’t practice in the mirror he scolded himself.

“And you know I’m…”

“Ladybug,” he finished.

Marinette didn’t speak for a moment. He could practically see the gears turning in her head as she worked through it all--and a very noticeable wince when she realized just what she’d done the night before.

“I accused Chat Noir of being Hawkmoth.”

Adrien scratched the back of his neck. “Honestly, that book of Miraculouses I had was pretty suspicious. How exactly did you end up with it, again? Because I kind of need to return that to my dad...”

“Oh my God! I already burned every single picture I owned of your beautiful face!”

Adrien’s face darkened by a few shades. Desperately, he tried to think of what Chat Noir would say to Ladybug in a situation like this.

“Uh!! Well, erm, My Lady, I’m happy to pose for you anytime you’d like. Just name the position… or model it for me.”

He winked.

Marinette fainted.

Or, more accurately, her legs gave out and she fell straight down. It looked like fainting from Adrien’s point of view.

“Marinette!” Adrien hurried over and crouched beside her. He wrapped an arm behind her for support while he checked her over for any sign of injury. “Are you okay?”

“I can’t believe this…” Her voice sounded very small.

“I know this isn’t ideal , but…”

At the same moment, the two realized just how close their faces were. Adrien became acutely aware of each freckle on her face, of her beautiful bluebell eyes, of her breath brushing his cheek…

And by the way she was watching him, she was thinking along the same lines.

“You said you… love me?” Marinette whispered.

“More than anything.”

She leaned forward. The movement tugged Adrien closer--an unexplainable magnetism that he wouldn’t dare question. His arm tightened around her, closing the gap until mere millimeters hovered between them.

They must have looked silly to anyone else in the park. On the ground, Adrien’s arm still around her, staring at each other like the rest of the world had fallen away.

Adrien broke first, closing his eyes and letting the stress of the last day fade away as he kissed her. Marinette immediately returned it, even reaching up to dig her hands into his hair and tug him closer.

Within moments the kiss deepened, and Adrien was about to get some tongue action when a loud and sassy voice directly in his ear interrupted him.

“So this is the kind of project Mme Bustier had in mind? I don’t remember this part in the guidelines.”

Jolted back into reality, Adrien dropped Marinette like a hot potato and she fell backwards into the grass.

Alya and Nino stood right next to them, smiling like proud parents.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” Alya said.

“You already did,” Adrien muttered. He could feel his face burning, but he was feeling way too over the moon to let Alya ruin it.

Nino was close to tears. “Congrats, man.”

Alya smacked his arm and rolled her eyes. “They’re not having a baby.”

Adrien turned back to Marinette, who was still laying in the grass, eyes closed with a dreamy smile on her face. Her hand found his and squeezed. A pawsitively purrfect ending, except for the group project that they hadn't even started.

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[raeswritings]

Welcome to the world little ones- Grayson Dolan

Author: raeswritings

Pairing: Grayson x reader

Requested: Yes

Request: can u plssss do the fluffiest grayson imagine i love fluffy gray omg

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

A/N: I hope I did you justice anon! Thanks to @dolansanonymous for helping me out and giving me ideas. I love ya!

Being pregnant was never easy. All the mood swings. The weird late night cravings. The back pain. The aching feet. Being pregnant was even harder when your baby was going to be here any day now. But your husband made it bearable. Always getting you whatever you needed, making whatever you craved and dealt with your crazy mood swings.

You two were currently in the kitchen, happily dancing to music whilst making cookies that you were craving. Grayson mixing the cookie dough as you happily got the cookie sheet ready.

"Shit." You cursed as you felt liquid run down your leg. This caused Grayson to turn around.

"What's wrong?" He asked stopping what he was doing and made his way toward you with worry laced into his words.

"It's nothing. I just freaking pissed myself again. This is the third time this week!" You whined as you left the kitchen to clean up. At this point you were fed up. You hated that you couldn't control your bladder because of the babies.

Grayson continued to make the cookies until he heard your panicked voice. "Grayson! It's time!" He immediately stopped and came rushing into the bedroom.

"Now?! As in right now? This very moment?!" Grayson asked in a rush as he scanned your body.

"Yes Gray! This isn't pee on my leg!" You exclaimed as you started to change clothes.

Grayson quickly ran to the nursery, getting a bag and putting anything that was going to be needed. "Ok I got the babies' bag! I'll get yours too!" He ran into the bedroom getting your bag ready.

"I can't find it! Where is it!?" Grayson panicked when he couldn't find the pair of shoes you were going to wear.

"Babe, it's ok I have them on." You tell him as you get your phone and start to gather your makeup together.

Grayson looks at you weirdly. "Why do you need your makeup? You're having babies! (Y/N), how are you so calm!? Our babies are coming?!" He went into his panicking state again, gathering anything else that you might need before heading out the door.

"Gray! Are you forgetting something?" You asked Grayson as he was about to close the front door.

He stopped for a second, thinking over the list of things. "No." It took him about five seconds to realize that he was about to leave without you. "Oh! Come on babe!" He helped you down the stairs of the porch and into the passenger seat of the car.

On the way to the hospital you called your parents, Grayson's parents, Ethan and Cameron letting them know that the babies where coming since Grayson was to busy driving and panicking the whole ride.

You were currently in the delivery room with Grayson and the doctor. You screamed loudly as you pushed for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"We are never having kids again!" You yelled as you gripped onto Grayson's hand.

Grayson wiped the sweat from your head, whispering into you ear. "You're doing great baby. Keep pushing. That's it, deep breaths."

"Ahhh! I hate you Grayson Bailey!" You screamed as you pushed again.

"You're doing great (Y/N)! I see the baby's head! Keep pushing!" The doctor encourages you. You kept pushing with all you had.

"That's it baby! Keep going the baby is almost here!" Grayson said as he kissed your temple.

With one final push, baby number one was born. You instantly relaxed as you heard the babies cries. "You did it (Y/N)! Baby number one is here!" Grayson said with joy.

It wasn't long until you had to push for baby number two. Yelling curses and threats to Grayson for about another hour. Him almost fainting and almost losing the feeling in his hand from your hard grip on it.

The nurses handed you and Grayson a baby each when they were all cleaned up. Grayson held the baby close to his chest as he stared in awe. His smile taking up his face and tears in his eyes.

"They are so small. So perfect." He whispered. Grayson looked from each baby then to you. "God I love you. I love all of you." He leaned in to kiss your cheek. As Grayson looked at the babies, his thoughts drifted to every memory of this crazy journey.

When you first told him you were pregnant.

You were feeling sick for a while now so you decided to go to the doctor. At the doctors, they took a few tests. You were waiting in the room when your doctor came in.

"Well (Y/N). There is nothing wrong with you. You are perfectly healthy for your condition." The doctor told you.

You looked puzzled for a moment so the doctor continued. "You're pregnant. Congratulations." She said with a smile.

As her words sunk in, happy tears left your eyes. You and Grayson have been trying for a family for a while now. So when you found out you had to tell Grayson the good news.

"Gray! Babe! I'm home." You called out to your husband as you entered your house.

"How'd it go? Did they find out what was wrong?" Grayson asked as he came to view, worry written in his face.

"Yeah. Nothing was wrong. They said I was perfectly healthy." You said shrugging, trying not to smile.

Grayson tilted his head in confusion. "Then why were you sick?"

You shook your head and took his hand putting it on your stomach. You looked up at him through your lashes. Grayson's face went from confused to ecstatic.

"Really? You're going to have a baby?" He whispered afraid to ruin the moment. "I'm going to be a dad?"

You nodded with tears in your eyes as you smiled. Grayson laughed a joyful laugh, bringing you into the tightest hug you've received from him.

Grayson pulled away, peppering kisses all over your face. "We're going to be parents! I have to tell Ethan!" He yelled as he ran to his phone calling his brother.

The first sonogram.

You laid down as the ultrasound technician put some cold jelly on your stomach and began searching for the baby's heartbeat.

Grayson held your hand as you both looked at the screen as the technician pointed out the heartbeat.

"Oh! Looks that there's another heartbeat. Do you see that little thumping spot not too far from that one?" The technician pointed. "Congrats! You're having twins!"

Grayson smiled kissing your temple while you cried in joy. Not only were you having a baby but you were having twins! You couldn't be more happier.

The first baby kick.

You and Grayson were laying down in bed just enjoying each other's company. You were about six months into pregnancy. Grayson's head laid gently on your baby bump.

"Hey babies! It's your daddy speaking.  I can't wait for you both to come. You guys are going to be so handsome or beautiful!" Grayson cooed at your belly. You both decided to keep the babies' gender a surprise until the gender reveal party which was in a month. Hence why Grayson said handsome or beautiful.

"I really hope we have girls. I can't wait to spoil my little princess' just like I spoil my queen." Grayson said while pressing a kiss to your stomach.

"What makes you think they are girls? They could be boys or both genders." You tell him, running a hand through his hair as he continued to talk to the babies.

Grayson telling them about the things they would do when they were born. Grayson suddenly stops. His head quickly comes off your belly. His hands replace them and he concentrates. You look at him confused but then become overwhelmed with pure happiness and love.

"(Y/N)! The babies kicked! They kicked!" He shouts, his face splitting into a huge smile.

The gender reveal.

Every one was gathered around the baseball field. Your and Grayson's families having cameras ready to film the gender reveal of the babies.

With a bat in hand getting into position, Grayson nodded at you to throw the first ball. Grayson hit the ball making it break into a pink cloud. Cheers and screams could be heard from everyone.

You threw the second ball, cheering and running into Grayson's arms as another pink cloud came from the ball.

"I told you (Y/N)! I knew it!" Grayson bragged as he went to tackle Ethan onto the floor.

"You owe me 20 bucks E!" Ethan groaned in pain from his position and took out his wallet taking a twenty and giving it to Grayson. All you could do was laugh at how childish and extremely happy your husband looked at that moment.

Painting the nursery.

You and Grayson were currently in the nursery getting the room set up for the babies. You were dressed in a cute pair of overalls and a white shirt.

You both decided to have a owl themed nursery with light yellow walls. With plastic covering the floor and paint rollers in hand, you and Grayson got to work.

About two hours later you finally finished painting. You had let the paint dry before covering hands in purple paint and making a medium size heart. One half was your handprints and the other half was Grayson's handprints, both meeting in the middle.

You both stepped back and admired the purple hand printed heart you made. Soon the babies' handprints will go in the middle making it complete.

"You have some paint on your head." Grayson said as he came with a towel in hand and wiped the paint off.

"There, all gone." His hands going to your sides as he threw the towel on the floor, bringing you in for a kiss that would full of pure love. His hands leaving purple handprints in their wake as he pulled away to clean up.

Grayson snapped out of his thoughts as the baby he was carrying started to cry. He rocked the baby back to sleep, kissing it's head. He looked at his cute little family. He couldn't be more happy to start this new chapter in life with the woman he loved.

"Welcome to the world little ones."

[5hfanfiction]

STUDIO NIGHTS

One shot: Ally experiences sleeping troubles around her bandmates, but in the middle of the night while finding a good place to sleep, she suddenly meets someone she didn’t expect and that someone was Jesus.

A/N: So this is actually just a crazy idea that has been floating in my pool of thoughts so why not let it out right? Hope you enjoy xoxo

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3am (March 2017)

“Goodnight Dinah” Ally says from her mattress.

“Night, Ally” Dinah returns and turns to her side as she closes her eyes to sleep.

The girls are currently in the studio. They managed to fall asleep in there for the night due to their hectic schedule and their loads of work. They have to finish recording the next day for their backtrack songs for the upcoming Asian tour. Dinah and Ally borrowed two separate mattresses and lied down side by side, Lauren on the cold ground with her backpack, and Normani on the couch.

The room was dim and quiet, only occupied by the four girls. Ally sighed in content because she waited the whole day for what she craved since yesterday, a good night sleep.

Ally pulled up Dinah’s jacket, which she borrowed from her since they didn’t have blankets, to her body and closed her eyes.

Seconds later and she was off to dreamland, until she heard a sound that bothered her sensitive ears.

Beside her, Dinah was snoring like a grizzling bear. Ally barely relaxed at the sound. She turned her back to Dinah as she covered her ears using the small travel pillow.

 The snoring didn’t die down, not one bit, so Ally stared at her for a while as if it would stop at any moment, but to the small woman’s misfortune, it didn’t.

Damn, She’s hardcore knocked out, Ally thought. Since she didn’t want to wake the snoring monster up, she just decided on adjusting instead. She got up, and pulled her mattress far from Dinah, right beside Normani’s couch in the corner of the room.

She placed the mattress beside the couch where Normani is sleeping in a comfortable lying position. Ally lied down in her small territory again and pulled her so-called blanket up to her body. Few minutes later, she was almost on a deep slumber.

Until she felt something drop on her nose.

She slightly opened her eyes to look up at Normani, who is still sleeping soundly. But alongside, she noticed an opened bag of peanuts the sleeping girl was holding. Some of the peanuts must’ve rolled over the couch and fell on Ally’s face.

Ally thought of removing the bag of peanuts but decided against it, as she might wake up the soundly sleeping Normani.

Ally, once again, decided to move her mattress to another spot in the room. She then spotted a place beside Lauren.

Her face lit up. To her, Lauren is not a noisy sleeper or anything. Lauren is just still, her back facing the rest of the room as her body was lying on the cold floor.

The small woman dragged her mattress to Lauren’s side. She lied down and relaxed as nothing can disturb her right now.

A few moments later, Ally drifted off to sleep, her mind and body finally relaxing. Nothing can ruin her good night sleep now. Nothing.

“Oh really?” Another sound tugged Ally’s ears. “Yeah, everyone’s pretty much exhausted…… Yeah…….I know, I know”

What? Ally’s eyes slightly opened at the sound of Lauren’s voice. She turned to her direction to find out that the Cuban girl still has her back to the room, but was talking on the phone. Ally’s eyes squeezed shut and stayed lying down, slowly waiting for Lauren to finish the conversation with whoever that was.

“Nah, we have like 3 more hours before we get back to work, so hit me up, K.” Lauren said to the receiver at the end of the line.

Ally thought that the phone conversation won’t be stopping anytime soon. She palmed her forehead in exasperation and got up from her mattress, unnoticed by Lauren. She carried only Dinah’s jacket and her small travel pillow and walked to her last choice for sleeping – the bathroom.

Ally opened the door to the bathroom. She used her phone’s flashlight and shone it on the bathtub.

She mentally thanks God for her small figure as she successfully fitted herself in the squeaky clean bathtub.

She positioned herself in a comfortable position and turned off her phone flashlight for a good night sleep. Her eyes were finally giving in as she fell in to a peaceful slumber, with no one bothering her.

A few moments later,Ally was already in dreamland.  She was already smiling to herself when she was in a Waffle Universe where there were floating waffles everywhere. She felt hunger once she saw them.

She was strolling around the Waffle City when car made out of waffles parked beside her. Ally grinned and was about to devour it until she heard clicking of a doorknob. She didn’t care to acknowledge it. She was in dreamland and just wanted that waffle car.

Her little world just came to an end when the bathroom light suddenly turned on and a voice said, “Ally? Why the hell are you in here? Get out of here, smallz. This is the bathroom.”

Ally didn’t want to move one bit. She knew it was Dinah’s voice. But thinking about what she said, she had a point. After all, it was a bathroom and people will be using it from time to time.

Ally groaned and opened her eyes. She lazily got up from the bathtub and collected her belongings. On her way back, she slightly shoved Dinah out of the doorway for her to pass. It was rude but she couldn’t care less.

Ally decided on looking around the building for other available rooms to sleep in. She quietly made her way out of the studio room in search for other places to peacefully rest on.

She was silently walking through the quiet hallways of the building, until her eyes landed on a cozy-looking green couch inside a room that was located at the end of the hallway. The door was open and the sign on it said ‘Storage Room’.

Perfect, Ally thought to herself. She walked a little bit faster because of her need to lie down. She was already just ten steps away from the door until suddenly, she tripped over her own shoelace.

“Ow..” She silently groaned and rubber her knee.

“Woah, wait I gotcha” Ally heard a familiar voice and felt hands on both her arms as someone lifted her up to her feet. She didn’t even know someone was there too.

Ally looked up to face the person but was shocked to see who it was. “C-Camila?” she stuttered. “What in the world are you doing here?”

Ally’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She didn’t expect to see her ex-bandmate in the same place tonight. How could she just appear in the same studio building as theirs? Ally didn’t remember anyone telling them Camila was in there, probably just rooms away from them.

Camila gave her a warm smile like it wasn’t a big deal to bump in to her after the large chaos that happened weeks ago. “Right now? I’m finding a place to sleep on.”

If Ally didn’t have the desire to fall asleep, she would’ve questioned the girl’s sudden existence in front of her, but instead, she decided on letting it go.

She excused herself to the room where she planned resting on. Camila just bid her a suspicious ‘see you later’ then went on with her business and parted ways.

Ally suddenly found the door of the room closed. Weird. She thought as she saw it just open a while ago.

She disregarded the thought for now and opened the door to the room. She saw the same green couch but what caught her attention is that the room became too cold and foggy.

Ally was wondering where the fog came from because it’s an enclosed room. There were a pile of boxes obstructing the other side of the room. Ally guessed it must be where the origin of the fog was.

She carefully lifted two boxes out of the way and walked in to the other side of the room, in curiosity. As Ally walks further, the walls around her start to brighten up as the fog starts to thicken.

What is this? Ally said to herself, she never expected for the room to be that long as she hasn’t reached another wall yet.

A few steps later, she heard a voice calling on her. “Ally..” Ally momentarily stopped on her tracks. She could’ve sworn it was a voice of a man. She turned left and right to see where it came from.

“Ally.” There it was again. She squinted her eyes and tried to find the owner of the voice in the thick white mist.

“Hello? Is someone there?” Ally called out as she took a few steps forward.

“Ally?” The voice becomes clearer, confirming Ally that she was going the right direction. Ally went further until she finally spotted a silhouette of someone.

She saw the silhouette move towards her and finally revealed a beautiful face of a man. The man had long hair and a soothing smile. Ally was stuck in her place and her eyes widened in realization.

“J-Jesus?” She muttered. She was dumbfounded. She wanted to know if this was some kind of joke but didn’t want to question it. It was like her whole body was frozen and at the same time she was so confused.

Her curiosity died down when Jesus spoke.

“It is I, Ally. We all know you’ve been a great person and actually, you are here for a reason.” Ally scanned her surroundings and she couldn’t believe where she was.

“Am I…” She paused, taking in the new environment. “.. in heaven?”

Jesus reached for one of the sleeves of her sweater and slid out a piece of paper. “Ally, I believe you didn’t notice and see what Camila slid under your sleeve.”

He showed the small piece of paper to Ally.

Ally didn’t know there was a paper in her sleeve. She was too dazed and sleepy to even notice it. As soon as she held the paper in her hands, she read the text written on it. It said:

‘Congrats!1!! The official meet n greet with Jesus’

“Wow… I didn’t know I had tickets” Ally said under her breath. “You said there was a reason I was here right?”

Jesus nodded. “There is. I have a special gift for you. A person like you deserves this and I will give it to you now.” He said in his deep relaxing voice. Jesus then reached for something behind him. “Close your eyes, Ally.”

Ally then closed her eyes and held out her hands. A few heartbeats later, she felt the gift in her palms already.

“Okay, open your eyes” Ally then saw the gift and never did she feel so ecstatic in her entire life.

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6am

“Okay guys, rise and shine! Breakfast in 10 minutes then we’ll continue recording!” Their producer announces to the sleeping girls but immediately left the room when he heard someone call him.

Lauren rubbed her eyes as she woke up. She stretched her limbs and back as the cold hard ground wasn’t much of a good choice for sleeping.

She turned to the side and noticed the mattress Ally borrowed, but Ally herself wasn’t in there. She roamed her eyes around the room to see Normani had woken Dinah up, but no sign of Ally.

“Hey guys, have you seen Ally?” Lauren asked. Normani and Dinah looked around the room noticing the small woman’s presence was missing.

Dinah shrugged. “I don’t know, I was asleep the entire night.”

 “She must’ve had an early start.” Normani said. Lauren pondered for a bit but thought that maybe the Texan was an early bird today.

She got up and made her way to enter the bathroom but was stopped on her tracks as she hears murmurs on the other side of the door.

Lauren slightly knocked but no one answered. She fiddled with the doorknob only to see that it was unlocked. The lights were off but as soon as she switched it on, her heart almost escaped from her system. Lauren held her chest and almost tripped over when she saw Ally sleeping on the bathtub.

“The heck?” She expressed in an exaggerated whisper.  She eyed the woman’s small figure in confusion on why and how she got here.

Lauren was about to wake Ally up until the older girl spoke.

“Thank you, Jesus… I love you so much. It was so great meeting you.” Ally murmured while hugging Dinah’s jacket in her arms while the green-eyed girl was just standing there in amusement.

Ally continues. “I don’t know how to thank Camila, she’s such a blessing for giving me this opportunity.”

Lauren raised her eyebrows at the mention of Camila’s name.

“Lauren, what’s taking so long? I gotta use the bathroom too!” Dinah shouted from the mattress. Lauren snapped out of it and turned to Dinah. Ally was sleep-talking and the green-eyed girl beckoned the both of them to come over.

The two peaked through the doorway to watch a sleeping Ally. Lauren whispered something to them and they agreed on it.

Dinah raised each finger as she started counting. “One…. Two… three”

“CONGRATULATIONS ON MEETING JESUS, ALLYYYY!” the three of them shouted in harmony.

Ally’s eyes shot open at the sudden noise.

She took in her surroundings and was shocked to see herself in the bathroom with her bandmates.

“I-what?” Ally managed to say, obviously still in a daze and trying to calm her heartbeat. She rubbed her eyes and realized she was brought to life.

Dang! I almost had it! Ally said to herself referring to the dream she just had.

“Guyssss” Ally whined. “Why am I here all of a sudden?” She was not in the mood for anything. All she wanted was to open the gift from Jesus, and of course, rest.

Dinah scoffed. “Dunno. Cause you’re weird?”

“And how was it meeting Jesus?” Lauren smirked. They were enjoying the annoyed look on Ally’s face.

“Oh my God..” Ally ran a hand on her face. “He gave me a gift! He handed me a second bible guys! A second bible! And, dang it, I was about to open the first page until you guys blew it up.” Ally finished with a disappointed expression and sighed exasperatedly.

“It’s okay, Ally. We’re sorry for ruining it.” Normani chuckled and patted her head.

Ally then got off the bathtub and all of them started freshening up. They proceeded to eat breakfast at the small cafeteria in the building.

They were all sat on one table, eating, as Ally told them about her experience finding a place to sleep on last night, when Lauren asked why she ended up at the bathtub.

“I actually don’t know how I ended up there but I remember Dinah telling me to get out of the bathroom when she saw me lying down in there.” Ally said casually. Dinah gave her a questioning look as she doesn’t remember herself talking to the small girl in the bathroom last night.

Dinah said. “I don’t remember going to the bathroom and seeing you there last night, Ally. I was asleep the entire night”

“I think you did. So that was the reason why I ended up looking for rooms outside and..” Ally said, vaguely distinguishing the events of the dream from the reality. “ Oh, and I saw Camila in the hallway”

Dinah almost choked on her pasta. “You what?”

“When I tripped over last night while finding a place to sleep, she helped me up, I was about to interrogate her why she was here but then I was too sleepy to care.” Ally explained. The three girls were quiet, processing the things Ally’s trying to say.

The thing was, Ally was too dazed that night to distinguish real life happenings from dreams. She ought to believe that everything actually happened in real life from the time Dinah talked to her in the bathroom. Heck, she almost started believing that after Jesus gave her the bible, she was just snapped back to Earth by him after a trip to heaven and that the experience was real.

“Why on Earth would Camila be here?” Lauren wondered, barely believing Ally’s explanation. “Wait a second, maybe that was just part of the dream too?”

Ally just stared at her blankly. It just felt so real to be a dream. She still memorizes pretty much every detail of what happened. Lauren continued “If it wasn’t a dream then why would you end up in the bathroom anyway? And Dinah said she never talked to you in the bathroom right?”

Ally thought about it for a while. She wanted to believe that she really met Jesus and that there was a second bible. If only they were in her perspective last night, they would have also thought the same, that it just felt so real. But then Ally needed to be rational. Well maybe Lauren was right. How would she end up in the bathroom after a trip to heaven and how on earth was she able to meet Jesus and Camila.

It was probably just a crazy dream.

Ally just nodded in agreement and breathed a sigh of defeat. They continued to eat their meals until one of their producers, Bill, approached their table. “Ally, can I excuse you for a second? Sir Simon will be handling something to you in his office that you’ll be needing later while recording. Is it okay?”

Ally nodded and said. “It’s okay. Tell him I’ll be there in a minute.” She stood up and made her way out to find Simon’s office.

After a minute of walking through the hallways, she spotted a door that had Simon’s name in it, meaning that was his office.

As she walked towards the door, someone running to her direction, bumped in to her and Ally met the ground. The stranger fell down as well.

“Oh my, I’m sorry.” The stranger said, but for a second there, Ally didn’t think she was a stranger. She froze in her spot knowing, it was a voice of the girl she once knew as her bandmate. Ally’s eyes met hers and it widened like never before. No. She was not dreaming again. This is real life. This is THE life.

Camila, on the other hand was shocked too but not as shocked as Ally. She soon shrugged it off as she noticed they were still on the floor. She stood up and reached for Ally’s hand to help her up.

Ally was about to speak up until Camila suddenly dashed beyond Ally and disappeared in the maze-like hallways.

The smaller girl planned on following her but her feet seemed to be stuck to the ground. She was about to move on from the encounter and make her way to Simon’s office and ask him why her ex-bandmate was there too, until she saw something white in the corner of her eye.

It was a small piece of paper Camila might have dropped during their collision.

Ally picked up the paper. Her heart was beating fast as she both knew and didn’t know what to expect. She flipped the paper to see the text written:

‘Congrats!1!! The official meet n greet with Jesus’

Ally gasped.

  A/N: Omg could have Ally and Jesus’ meeting be real? Well thank you for keeping up with this I hope you have a good life