#she actually tried to reassure me that she isn't dismissing me it's just that yeah it's kind of a serious procedure

[threadmonster]

I didn't expect telling the gynecologist that "I'm hoping I can convince you to yeet my uterus in the trash" to go so well???

If my therapist and psychiatrist sign off on it "this will improve their mental health" then we can look into my getting a hysterectomy.

Since mental health is involved and that is a very permanent procedure she doesn't want to make that call. She is not a mental health professional. That's honestly a green flag for me, acknowledging what is and isn't your area of expertise.

I've already had these discussions with my therapist and psychiatrist sooooo 👀 this has potential.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The fight was ugly. The first fight that you and Eddie had turned from a quiet disagreement to a full blown yelling match.

Truthfully you couldn't remember what the fight was actually about. Something silly, something miniscule that turned into a big thing.

A big argument with some horrible things said; you still couldn't get Eddie's words out of your head.

"Why would this mean anything? It's just sex isn't it?" Eddie snapped and your heart broke into a million tiny pieces. Just sex. Right. Of course that's what you two were.

Truthfully you were a mess and you should have just gone straight back home after storming out of the trailer.

Eddie has tried to go after you but you were faster and ran before he could catch up with you.

Instead you bumped into a few of your friends and hitched a ride to some party that one of Jason Carver's friends were throwing. Robin noticed your tear streaked cheeks and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

She was the only one of your friends who knew about Eddie; maybe Steve as well as him and Robin were as thick as thieves. Like platonic soulmates or something.

You and Eddie got together two months ago, passing off the hook ups as just mind-blowing sex and that worked at first. That's until you begun to get to know Eddie better and the two of you spent more time together.

Eddie was easy to fall in love with. His reputation portrayed him as mean and scary, satan obsessed and someone people should stay away from.

He was none of those things, he was kind and fiercely loyal to his friends and uncle, he was passionate and badass and really it was no surprise that you fell in love with him.

At least now you know that he doesn't feel the same way, at least you found out now before it was too late and you were even more in love with him than you are now.

Maybe you could just hang with your friends and forget the words that had broken your heart tonight.

At least you hoped that was possible.

❤️

Fuck, you really should have went home. Your head was pounding, the two beers you had made you even more anxious and upset. To make matters worse Tyler Harvey wouldn't leave you alone, he had zeroed in on you from the second you had walked through the door.

As much as you tried to avoid him, he followed you around and it was beginning to give you the creeps.

He manages to corner you when you're trying to get up to the bathroom with Robin. He stinks of beer, smoke and sweat and it turns your stomach a little bit.

Leather, smoke and the hints of woods and musk were your favourite scents in the world right now and that had to do with the man you were trying not to think about.

You cringe away from Tyler but he's so drunk that he doesn't seem to notice, he moves closer to you and you instinctively step back.

"Can you move please? Robin and I need to go upstairs" you ask him but he doesn't appear to be listening.

"Aww why don't you come upstairs with me? I'll take care of you" Tyler smirks but you don't like the look in his eyes and immediately step away from him. Yeah...no thanks. Robin is at your side at once and glares at Tyler.

"Take the hint asshole. She's not interested" Robin gently guides you away but Tyler grabs your arm at the same time and you stumble, landing hard on the floor. It knocks the wind out of you and your body throbs from the contact with the floor.

Tyler scrapers from the scene without even checking to see if you're alright. Robin is cursing out Tyler and helps you up. You're sore, annoyed and just want to go home.

Steve appears out of nowhere and Robin mentions that she called Steve when you mentioned you were getting a migraine. Relief fills you, at least you could go to Steve's for a little while and try and salvage some of the night with him and Robin.

There's a tiny voice inside of you that is aching for Eddie and it's growing stronger. You dismiss the idea, you're sure that Eddie was glad to be rid of you. That thought caused a new throbbing ache in your chest and you hurried outside with Steve and Robin determined not to think about Eddie and his big brown eyes.

❤️

As soon as you're at Steve's he puts in a movie and you settle up on the couch with Robin while Steve makes snacks. Being here is soothing and you rest your head on Robin's

Steve's landline ringing breaks you out of your sleep, Steve hurries to answer it and your heart skips a beat when you realise it's Eddie.

"Yeah, yeah dude she's with me and Robin. Some shit went down at a party we were at... Oh that asshole friend of Jason was being a prick. Yeah Tyler is it? Woah calm down man, she's fine. She's just tired"

You get up which is a little tricky as the sudden movement makes your migraine feel ten times worse but you really want to speak to Eddie.

Steve passes the phone over to you and you smile a tiny bit as Eddie is still ranting about what he wants to do to Tyler.

"Eddie, I'm okay" you murmur and he stops his rant and breathes a sigh of relief.

"Sweetheart. Fuck, I've been so worried princess. I went to your house, then Family Video. I even dropped around Wheeler's house which was a shock for Mama Wheeler to see if you were there. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I was a butthead"

The ache in your chest subsides a little bit and you relax. "I'm sorry too. I'm really sorry" tears spill down your cheeks and it's cathartic to finally let them out.

"I'm going to come and pick you up Kay? I'm not going to relax until I see that you're okay. I'll see you in about ten minutes okay?"

The tension you're feeling begins to disappear and you wait for Eddie to arrive, thanking Robin and Steve for being so amazing tonight.

True to his word Eddie arrives as quickly as he says he would and gives Steve and Robin a quick nod in greeting, he immediately pulls you close to him.

His lips press against hair and he briefly talks to Steve before guiding you out the door and into his van.

You're so exhausted from the nights escapades that you're asleep instantly.

❤️

When you wake up you're in Eddie's bed, Eddie is laying beside you and reading Lord of the Rings - The Two Towers. When he realises you're awake he presses his lips to your forehead and he tucks the covers around you, cuddles up at your side and holds you close.

"I'm sorry I was such a dickhead. You have no idea how much you mean to me, you mean everything to me and I was so scared to tell you. So I lashed out and said stupid shit. Things I didn't mean"

There's something unspoken hanging in the air, a familiar tension that's been playing the two of you for a little while now.

"I thought that you were sick of me and that's why you said those things" you confess and play with a start thread on his plaid shirt.

Eddie's jaw drops and he's silent for a moment, "Princess how could you even think that? You're...shit, I've never felt this way about anyone and it's terrifying trying to think of the right words, wondering if you feel the same way" he pauses as he lets the words sink in.

He's blushing, restless and anxious as his eyes meet yours; You sit up and cup Eddie's cheek with your hand.

"How do you feel about me Eddie?" It feels pretty certain now but you'd like to make sure. You'd like to hear him say it.

"I'm in love with you princess. How can you not see that? I guess I was just scared to tell you because I'm not exactly the perfect guy am I?" He scoffs as he says this and you scowl at the way his eyes turn sad.

"I don't care about that Eddie. Who wants perfect? I don't. I think you're amazing and handsome, you're sweet and kind, a gentleman. You make my heart skip a beat when you look at me and I feel at ease and content when I'm with you" his fingers entwined with yours and he sighs.

"You know so many people think I'm a freak, normally I don't give a fuck but I do care what others think about you" you soften and press gentle kisses over his cheek, the action causes him to smile shyly and his tense body relaxes.

"Eddie I don't give a shit what anyone says or thinks. Are you going to give us up just because of some idiots who don't matter? The only people that matter in this relationship are you and me. I love you Eddie, I'm so in love with you"

He looks up at you stunned and then he kisses you fiercely, "No I'm not giving us up. I love you sweetheart so much. You're my girl and I'm not letting you go because of some dumb assholes opinion"

The two of you spend the rest of the night making up and when you're tucked up in Eddie's arms as he falls asleep, you're left with the gentle feeling of this being where you're meant to be.

This trailer, Eddie's room, his arms around you as his soft snores fill the air. The sound of the wind blowing against the windows as you're lulled to sleep.

This felt like home.

💕

I get to love you

It's the best thing that I'll ever do

I get to love you

It's a promise I'm making to you

Whatever may come, your heart I will choose

Forever I'm yours, forever I do

I get to love you, I get to love you.

I Get To Love You- Ruelle

[denaliwrites]

Isn't That Wizard

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader, Feat. Donna

Summary: Donna's got some choice words for you about your crazy crush on the Doctor.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Everyone in this fic is a raging dumbass except Donna. Donna knows what's up.

"Big ol'. Space Sized. Massive. Giant. Crush," Donna teased as you stood there, your face so red you thought it might explode.

"How the hell-"

"Oh, honey, he may be an idiot but it is not subtle," she said with a laugh. "Anyone with a normal brain can see it."

"Oh, my God," you whined as your face dropped into your hands. "This is awful. Seriously? Everyone knows?"

"Well, maybe not everyone," she tried to reassure you, though you could tell she didn't mean it. You shot her a look, and she cleared her throat awkwardly. "... Yeah. Everyone."

"Oh, this is so bad. Like, really bad."

"Oh, don't be silly," and this time her voice sounded like she was actually trying to be reassuring. Her hand patted gently at your shoulder and she offered you a smile.

"What are you two chatting about?" the Doctor's voice cut through the moment as he stepped into the room. He saw how red you were, how you seemed to be on the verge of tears -- you could tell, because the moment he saw you, his face immediately filled with concern.

Honestly, it just made you feel worse.

"Oh, nothing," Donna supplied when you said nothing. The Doctor did not look even remotely convinced. "Y'know, just Bestie Stuff."

"What, am I not a bestie?" he asked, sounding mildly offended.

"You know what I mean. Go away," she told him, waving a dismissive hand in his direction.

"Not until I know you're all right," he said, directing his words and attention to you.

You looked up at him, immediately lost all courage, and buried your face back into your hands. "Go away," you whined.

"That's not an 'I'm fine, Doctor, everything's perfect and I've never felt better.'"

You knew it wasn't, but you weren't sure you could manage a lie right now, especially if it meant lying to him.

"Isn't this just wizard," you whimpered into your hands.

Donna laughed beside you. "Honey, you have no idea." She rubbed your shoulder, then patted it before withdrawing from you. "I think you two should have a nice little chat. And I am going to go have a nice bath while you do that."

You hated her.

No, you didn't. You felt like if you were a different person, though, you probably could hate her -- for just right now, at least. You definitely wanted to.

The Doctor watched Donna walk away in confusion, before his attention returned to you. "Okay, what is going on?" he asked as he replaced Donna at your side.

You moaned into your hands in embarrassment. "It's nothing." You were not convincing anyone, especially not the Doctor.

"Tell me," he said softly, and you knew it wasn't meant as a command. Knew he'd never do that. It was a gentle request, a question. A hope.

Oh, fuck it.

"I am madly in love with you," you confessed quietly, finally pulling away from your hands to chance a glance at him.

He had been stunned into silence, eyes staring at you like you'd suddenly grown another head.

"Oh, God, I've ruined everything, haven't I--"

"Oh, none of that," he sighed, his voice so tender it made your heart stop for a moment. "You haven't ruined anything."

"How's that?" you asked despondently.

"Well, as it so happens, I fancy you quite a bit too."

Your head snapped up, and when you looked at him the Doctor gave you a radiant smile. Without thinking, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him towards you, crashing your lips against his. He was tense in your hold for only a moment -- so quick it was almost like it didn't happen at all -- and then his arms were around you, too, and he was kissing back with enthusiasm.

[saltynsassy31]

18 & 20 :3

18. Ooooh going for a strong one, huh?

Well, first would have to be them telling the other they're hurt/sick XD

Both being fairly independent and all. Shady is too proud/embarrassed to admit he needs help and Mitsuami is used to it/doesn't see a lot of things as big deals as she's lived on her own long enough to know (my headcanon is that she grew up in the streets and you can't convince me otherwise)

She easily picks up she's getting sick and is quick to go to rest and take care of herself without going to a doctor

If she got sick she'd just take a pill and stay home and send a quick text to her friends if she had any plans, which is then that I imagine Shady rushing in and becoming a worrywart and she's trying to reassure she's fine just a little sick but he insists to take care of her so she can rest and get better faster.

If she gets injured, she wouldn't be phased but Shady would panic and try to take care of it, much to Mitsuami's confusion, which only worries him more with how casual and calm she is about it (and I'm talking about a large gash on the arm as an example).

That said, yeah, she wouldn't be as big of a worry wart as Shady is, probably calling him a big baby at times (teasingly of course, as she knows it would have been a huge feat for him to ask her for help). She knows he's quite capable, but she feels like she has to help him as his partner and she would like for him to get better quicker, but she wouldn't treat it with much urgency if it isn't something like a large cut or a concussion lol (which I can imagine Shady dismissing as he'd be too embarrassed to admit he fucked up big time but Mitsuami is like "DUDE NO WTF GO TO THE HOSPITAL").

20. Dang, another big one? Okay, I see you XD

Well, this one I haven't thought too much about shockingly enough 🤔 (I mean, nothing here and the previous one I did, I thought about it the second the question popped up lol, but I mean more like, it takes a little more time to figure it out)

Well, taking into consideration everything I've written so far, Shady would do quiet, distant gestures like prepping food, cleaning the house, taking care of Buddy, cleaning her weapon, buying her favourite snacks but if things really call for it he would cuddle her cuz as we've established, Mitsuami is touched starved and an instant mood booster for her would be a hug.

If she starts to cry, he wouldn't know what to do other than just let her let it out, he isn't used to expressing or handling emotions but I think Mitsuami would appreciate him just being there, though she can't help but feel a little lonely at times, for a long time actually until she told him her insecurities (she tends to overthink) and him reassuring her that he does love her, so much he doesn't know what to do with himself but afterwards tries to show some more effort, probably going to wiki how on what to do for basic stuff XD

As for Mitsuami comforting him, she's at a loss because he barely expresses any emotion so she doesn't know when he's down and in need of comfort and if he needs comfort she doesn't know what to do other than what she usually does and is listen to their problems and try to solve it.

But he doesn't do that so she tends to check in on him like "Hey, how you doing?", "you doing okay?", "need anything?" From time to time, basic questions that aren't invasive but let's the door open for more, which he never takes.

She would find scraps that would remind her of him and bring it to him as gifts if she notices he's a little ticked off or has a hunch he's upset and he'll never admit it, but it helps

Though, the one time he ever cried in her arms, well, no one needs to know why or when, it's just between them, in the dark of their room whith no one but them there :]

[fernsnouveau]

Yeah.

Earlier s5 episodes have explored ladynoir and marichat, and while those were having their moments of focus, it didn't feel like other love square dynamics were getting actively dismissed.

Even after Marinette decided that due to her guilt of losing the Miraculous to Monarch, she couldn't "allow" herself to be in love with Adrien anymore, she still obviously cared about him. In Illusion, she worried when she realised that their attempt to film an akumatization had gotten Adrien in trouble, and she tried to fix it. In Passion, she was emotionally supportive when Adrien was sad. Even when she was avoiding or rejecting Adrien, the narrative made it clear that it was based on Marinette's self-blame, not on her having a negative or nonexistant view of him.

Adrien/Chat Noir thought after Jubilation that it's "not acceptable" for him to be in love with Ladybug anymore, but in almost every episode after that, he still said and/or did something to make it clear how highly he thinks of her. The emotional support in Determination, the faith in her and belief that she would have found a way to fix the situation if she were conscious in Passion, praising her smarts in Reunion, declaring to love her as a friend in Elation.

The focus on one love square side shouldn't have to rely on completely throwing away the others.

It really feels like because the writers know that these two are the same people, and the retitement is obviously going to be temporary (come on, that's not even a spoiler, it's the basis of the show that Marinette and Adrien are Ladybug and Chat Noir), they're not actually bothering to write it as if it's a permanent goodbye.

But... the characters don't know that. From their point of view, they both just ghosted one of their closest friends with zero explanation. And then that friend went missing right afterwards.

(Okay, Adrien might not realise yet that Ladybug has gone missing. The last time Scarabella filled in, it turned out to be just because Ladybug was temporarily busy with something else.)

What happened to Ladybug telling Chat Noir that she would never abandon him, at the end of Hack-san?

What happened to Chat Noir telling Ladybug "you didn't lose me" at the end of Strike Back?

Heck, the idea that they both could just ditch someone they just before cared so much about, without goodbye, explanation, or even a warning, just because... it didn't turn out romantic, I guess?? Isn't that detrimental to the adrinette ship, as well? If we're supposed to think that ladynoir didn't even care about permanently ghosting each other after everything they've been through, after every promise and reassurance, and adrinette are literally the same people as ladynoir... how can we trust that this new relationship development matters? That it means anything?

It's an extremely weird choice to have these two finally getting romantically together, presented with the background radiation of... these two apparently suddenly not caring at all about each other?

And, yeah, there's gonna be a next part of the two-parter, and maybe this is going to turn out to be an intended audience reaction and we're supposed to be bothered about the ladynoir ghosting. Maybe they address it. It's still rather worrisome that it happened.

But right now we're in this weird reaction limbo where we can't tell if this is the intended audience reaction, as a setup of this exact thing being brought up, addressed, and resolved, or if the writers just forgot, or thought that their relationship is not important to them, because ladynoir are not pursuing a romance with each other right now.

(Meanwhile, Alya considered that becoming Scarabella full-time could be detrimental to her romance with Nino, but she still chose to do it, for the sake of her platonic friend Marinette. I'm not entirely comfortable with how that was written, either – Alya in this season hasn't gotten a lot of independent characterization beyond supporting Marinette, and that's... not great... but, uh, if a platonic friendship can be important here, why... why not elsewhere in the episode?!)

the attitude that, as a lovesquare stan, we should all be excited for whichever side becomes canon, is… kinda the point, actually. i should be excited for adrinette being canon—i want to be excited about it so badly! i’ve been waiting for this for years! their scenes are cute!

which is why it’s so frustrating that i am NOT enjoying it the way i want to, that the moment we’ve all been waiting for is being overshadowed by the fact that my favorite side is not only sunk romantically but also being completely glossed over and ignored in terms of their platonic relationship, as if their friendship and partnership never mattered at all. it’s the feeling of saving a chocolate bar for a special occasion and then when you sit down to finally eat it, you get an important phone call that you have to take and you can’t enjoy your chocolate but it’s already in your mouth.

i’m bitter right now because i do love adrinette as much as the rest of the square and i want to enjoy them getting together but it didn’t happen in a vacuum and the rest of the square should still matter. maybe this will be fixed by part 2. i hope so. but it shouldn’t have to be—this episode should’ve taken a minute to acknowledge ladynoir. for the writers, maybe it seemed unnecessary since they wrote part 2 immediately after, but there was always a possibility they wouldn’t air together. and now we’re stuck with this.

[casper-the-rose]

From across the room Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Part 2 is up! Here

Background: this takes place after season 4 (well what’s out currently anyway) and Vecna has been defeated. y/n is currently close friends with Robin and the others, when suddenly a new plague takes over the town. Teenagers and children around Hawkins have been in mysterious comas which turn their pupils and the whites in their eyes black, no one knows the cause.

Additional notes: I had writer's block while writing this and did not proofread so apologies in advance. Also I most likely will write a part 2, considering most of this is more of background and like story than the actual like lovey dovey part if that makes sense.

  Warnings: fem!reader, but they/them pronouns are used and no explicit mentions of the reader being female. This is my first time posting something like this on tumblr so constructed criticism is greatly appreciated

Reminder! My requests are open, I do Robin Buckley mainly, but I can also do Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, and Eddie Munson :)

   “ Wait wait wait, huh?” Robin says, obviously confused after you just ran into Mike Wheeler's basement out of breath stammering incoherent sentences. “ S-something happened, something bad.” You manage to get out in between wheezes. “ What bad? Wait, weren't you just with Nancy?” Mike says, panic rising in his voice. “ Yeah, that’s the problem.” 

     Steve drives Robin, Y/n, Mike, and Dustin, to Lovers Lake. “ Wait, so why didn’t you just call us on the walkies?” Steve says once everyone is out of the car. “ Oh wow Steve I totally didn’t think that it’s not like no one picked up.” You say, sarcasm in your voice. Steve glared at Dustin, “ Heh, sorry low battery.” Dustin muttered. 

     You sigh and walk over to Robin. “ Hey, are you okay? Like the weird coma thing didn’t get you too or anything, right? I mean I know you’re not in a coma now but we don’t know anything about this like that's why you and Nancy went over to see if the watergate was maybe still open but- god I’m rambling again aren’t I?” Robin says, and you chuckle. Even though you would never admit it, you love the way she rambles on. “ I’m fine, I promise.“ You reassure her. “ Okay, good. You’d tell me if you started showing any signs of rabies, Right?” You laugh and hug her. “ Of course.”

     Soon enough, you get close to the lake, where police tape is blocking off the rest of the path. “ You called the police?!” Mike almost yells. “ Be quiet! And of course I did, it’s not like I could carry her. And what, you wanted me to leave your sister in a boat alone in lovers lake or on the forest floor?” Mike sighs and you walk up to the police officer “ Hey um- I’m the one who called 911. Sorry after I panicked and got Nancy’s brother and friends.” You say, pointing to the group of people behind you. The officer sighs. “ We’ll interrogate you and your buddies later. Go run along now and uh, stay safe.” He says, dismissing everyone. Robin sighs. “ Well at least you tried?” She says, trying to be helpful. 

     “So what was the point of dragging us here?” Steve sighed. “ Follow me.” You demand more than suggested, going off the path and towards who knows where. “ Y/n's gonna get us all killed.” Dustin mutters. “ Yeah, that's what I like about them.” Robin chuckled, before chasing after you. “ Y/n! Y/n! Hey, wait up!” 

     After about 15 minutes of walking, you finally stop in front of a small pond that could probably only fit one  person at a time. “ Woah..” Robin said, peering into the pond. There was a strange red glow coming from the bottom. “Ha! Now what'd ya think of that!” You proudly declare. But there was no answer.

You turn around to find your not in the woods with Robin anymore. Instead, in your first period middle school classroom, seated next to Robin Buckley. You catch her staring at you, and she quickly looks away. But this Robin doesn’t look like your Robin. She's smaller, and her hair is longer. It takes a minute for you to realize this isn't your Robin After looking in the window behind you, you let out a sharp gasp. This is middle school you. You’ve somehow been transported years upon years into the past. “Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit jumpy.” Robin says with a chuckle. “ Y-yeah i'm fine.” You whisper. How the hell did I get here?

~Meanwhile~

“ Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! Shit, shit shit! Please please wake up.” Robin begged as she shook you, tears streaming down her face. Your eyes were black, and your chest was slowly moving up and down. “Please  please please.” She whispered. 

[butmakeitgayblog]

Unpopular opinion, Titus wasn't a bad guy, he was just a bad shot. Also I wish Clarke died instead of Lexa...

Idk if you're trolling but I'll entertain this because I need a break from what I'm working on.

So what you're basically saying is that you're a Lexa fan, not a clexa fan. Because wishing either character would have died over the other means no matter what, the relationship would've been torn apart. As a Clexa fan myself, I wholeheartedly disagree with this sentiment. And tbh I think it's a fucked up thing to say, but I kind of think that was your intention. Which, honestly whatever, you do you. You're allowed your own opinions on whatever you like. But I still think it's a very strange take to have and ever try to claim to be a Clexa, or really even a Lexa fan, given how much Lexa loved Clarke.

Lexa loved Clarke. Very deeply.

If we're gonna take the story just as is and accept the series of events as played out on screen without fandom input, think about her actions in that moment. She heard the shots from Clarke's room. She was probably seized with terror. Without any sign of giving a thought to arming herself, she raced from her room down an entire level of the tower out of sheer terror of what may be happening. It may or may not have occurred to her (it probably did) that she saw none of the guards that should've been guarding Clarke's, The Wanheda's, floor. But either way, she knew something terrible was probably happening to Clarke, that she may be in danger. And her sole instinct was to get to Clarke. To protect her.

That's further confirmed after she was shot, when she's lying there, facing her own death, and what does she choose to focus on? To soothe Clarke. To reassure her. To use her last minutes as Heda to try and secure Clarke's safety as best she can. And that's on top of having each natblida swear to protect Clarke and her people as well for this exact scenario.

Every single one of Lexa's actions showed how much she loved Clarke. Who do you think Lexa would've blamed if Clarke had died that day? Sure, Titus in some ways, but do you really think she wouldn't have shouldered that guilt herself as well? Do think it wouldn't have tortured her to lose another woman she loved? To have to live through the Costia situation all over again, only worse? To actually watch Clarke die in her arms? To look back on their afternoon together and call herself selfish, or worse, for not getting Clarke to safety faster? To replay every single decision and moment between them and wishing she would've done things differently so that Clarke would at least still be alive, even if Lexa herself had to live without her?

It would've probably shattered her to the point that idk how she would've been anything other than a shell of herself. So yeah, no. I think Clarke dying wouldn't have been any better. We still wouldn't have had Lexa because with Clarke's death, I think all the love and light in Lexa would've died right along with her. All that would've been left was Heda. Cold and alone.

Now. The issue of Titus. Yes, he was a bad guy. He was controlling and dismissive and manipulative. He thought he knew better than his own Heda. He dismissed that woman's thoughts, emotions, and reasonings and decided he knew better than she did.

I'm not sure if you know this, but what he did was a form of manipulative abuse (besides, ya know, attempted murder). Now I don't throw those words around casually. But you're talking about a man who decided his own methods, ideology, and goals were so much more logical and reasonable. A man who dismissed this woman's decisions and wants as being so dangerous and selfish, that he literally TRIED TO KILL HER LOVER TO FORCE HER TO DO THINGS HIS WAY. Truly think about that. "If you don't do what I want, I'm going to take away what you care about." "I've decided this isn't good for you, so you're not allowed to have it anymore. Trust me, it's for the best. You'll thank me later." That's what he was saying when he tried to kill Clarke.

Loving father figure, huh? Real good guy?

Nah babe, that's fucked up. Lexa was an adult fully capable of making her own choices. And when he realized he no longer had the control over her he once had, he tried to forcefully take that control back in the most painful way possible. Nothing about that is redeemable.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Now is when the FUN STUFF begins !!! -Danny

Words: 3,431

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Listen to: ‘I Wanna Tell You’ -by Eli Lev

xxv: A Bunch Of ‘Ifs’

"Are you home?"

"Yeah, just got here."

"You busy?"

Cat hung her jacket next to the door and made her way to the living room. "What's going on, Pete?"

He took a deep breath. "We didn't get in."

"What? None of you?"

"No."

"What the fuck?" She scoffed. "That has to be illegal!"

"It's my fault, Cat..."

"No, of course it isn't..." she checked her watch. "Let's have lunch together, yes? My treat."

"You're broke, C."

"So what? You're broke too."

He let out a breathy chuckle. "I'll be there in twenty."

When Peter arrived he was carrying a pint of ice cream, it was their favorite.

"Come, tough guy..."

"Can I say something mean?"

"As long as it's not about me," she joked.

"It kinda is..."

"You hate Beck and you're glad I killed him?" She tried not to smile.

"Oh God, it sounds terrible... I'm so glad you said it."

Cat chuckled. "Anytime, buddy. Where's Ned?"

"He went to his place to tell his parents."

"MJ's still at work?" He nodded. "Here," she handed him a plate. "Enjoy."

Peter looked down at the sandwich in front of him. He laughed. "You remember!"

"You remembered the ice cream," she pointed out. "My friend Harley bought me a sandwich once— it fucking sucked. I was glad to discover not every sandwich was good, it meant ours were special. It's something silly but—"

"I don't think it's silly."

"Well, you're the same age I was then..."

"Ouch?"

"Eat your sandwich, boy."

Peter took a bite, he looked so young and innocent, Cat wanted to storm into the MIT and set it on fire. Tony had donated scholarships for the whole student body, and now they had the audacity to reject his best trainee!

"Tell you what. Fuck MIT, we'll find something better."

Peter swallowed the food and frowned. "Better than MIT?"

"Don't say it like that," she flicked his forehead. "But we'll worry about that later, today we eat sandwiches and ice cream, and I'll even sing karaoke with you. Let's forget about the world... until MJ's free and takes over."

Peter cleaned his mouth. "I'm here to ask you a favor, actually."

"Oh," she didn't know why Peter thinking of her as a resource instead of a shoulder to cry on disappointed her. "Yeah, sure. Tell me."

"Mysterio tricked us because he pretended to be from another reality, right?"

"Right."

"Well that might not be real, but magic is— actual magic," he leaned forward. "Why don't we use what Mysterio pretended to have?"

She tilted her head. "You wanna visit Strange?"

"Can you take me to him?"

"Why me? I know don't know him any better than you do."

"Yeah but you're older, so he won't dismiss my idea if you tag along?"

"I don't know... I'm not exactly a trustworthy gal right now, remember?"

"C'mon, C.C..."

"Your pouting won't convince me."

"I bought your favorite ice cream!"

"It's your favorite too!"

"I invited your crush to the party," he added, a shit-eating grin on his face. "And by the looks of it, you should be grateful."

Cat remembered the marks on her neck, she flicked him on the forehead again. "Have some respect for your superior!"

"The only superior thing about you is height," Peter laughed at her anger. "Okay, I'm sorry. But you can't tell me you're not glad I called Mr. Murdock yesterday, you guys look good together! A very handsome, mature couple."

"Thanks, but I'm still not dating Matt."

"Oh," he frowned, "really?"

"I don't know what he wants— I don't even know what I want from this... so yeah, baby steps." He looked disappointed, she didn't want him to think his efforts had been in vain. "What I'm saying is that we're just having fun... Jeez, I'm not sure we should be talking about this." She concluded flustered.

"It's fine," he reassured her.

"A tiny wee baby like you shouldn't be listening to my shenanigans—"

"Go to hell," Peter pushed her away laughing, she'd missed having a one-on-one chat with him.

Their domestic ways, the food breaks talking about everything at once. She was glad those hadn't changed much after all that'd happened. The little things, just like Harley had told her.

"Ugh— fine! Stop looking at me with your puppy eyes," she pushed her chair away from the table. "Let's pay Strange a visit."

Peter beamed. "Thank you."

A low meowing was heard from her window, they turned to see Felix and one of his friends enter her apartment.

"Oh, you have cats!" The boy went to greet them.

"Those aren't mine," she pointed out.

Peter stopped. "Oh."

"You can touch them if you want, they come here often. Felix more than the rest."

"Felix?" He questioned.

"The one that's rubbing against your leg like you dipped it in catnip."

The boy crouched and began scratching behind the creature's ears. "Do you know where they come from?"

"Most of them are stray," she picked up the other, a tabby cat that was also a regular visitor. "I don't know what attracts them, they act like I'm their mom."

"D'you think it has to do with your mutant genes?"

"Maybe," she shrugged.

"So this means you like them now, right?"

"I love them," Cat wasn't being sarcastic when she'd answered, the small felines had grown on her. "You should get one, they're really sweet."

"Can I take Felix?" He cooed, picking the animal by the armpits to kiss his forehead.

Cat frowned. "No."

"So how did MJ and Ned take the news?"

"Well, they said they don't blame me, and that we'll figure it out."

"I think we got lucky with the friends we got, I don't know what we would've done hadn't been for Ned and MJ."

"And Pietro."

The weather was cold, she didn't want to add "sad" to it. "Him too..."

Peter nudged her arm gently. "How are you holding up?"

She let out a chuckle. "I've been so busy that I haven't had the chance to sit and think about him. Matthew says we learn to live with our grief... I guess he's right, but I'm not there yet."

"Does he know you're Copycat?"

She grimaced. "I can't tell you why, but he met me as Copycat first."

"So he didn't have to go through the ordeal of finding out your identity?"

"Nothing but honesty between us."

"Is that why you like him?"

"Nah. I just think he's hot."

Peter snorted. "Tony would be proud."

"Going back to partners knowing the truth... MJ and Ned know how Pietro died? Does she even know his real name?"

"Yeah, she asked a few weeks ago," Peter stopped her from crossing the street, the light was green and she hadn't noticed. "Took her to his grave so she could say goodbye. I would've invited you but... I thought it'd put you through some unnecessary ache."

"You're right. I can talk about him with you cause you knew him... but to anyone else? It's impossible." Cat wrapped her jacket tighter around her body, she needed to get a new one but couldn't bring herself to throw away her brother's clothes.

"C, it's not even that cold..." Peter pointed out worryingly. "Let's get you a coffee—"

"I'm anxious. I always get cold when I'm this way."

"What?" He slowed his pace.

"It's fine, just keep walking."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, but it'd be best to change the subject, maybe."

"Er, sure," Peter looked around. "So Matt and you— was yesterday the first time something happened between you?"

Cat smiled a little. "It depends on what you consider as something."

"I'm talking about kissing... and stuff."

She snorted. "Yeah, it was the first time."

"I liked Kurt a lot. I get why he's your best friend."

"Really?"

"Yeah, straightforward and smart. Though his morals are far better than yours."

"Did he tell you how we found each other after all those years?"

"He was hunting you down," Peter grinned. "Makes sense that he's your best friend, sounds about right when it comes to you."

They spent the next thirty minutes talking about the party and jobs for Cat once this was all over. She was thinking of working as a bartender at Josie's since it would keep her afloat or maybe working as a security guard somewhere.

"Okay, question," Peter said, they'd almost reached Strange's home. "If the blip hadn't happened—"

"I hate those questions, Pete," she complained.

"Wait until I finish!" He pressed. "What career would you have studied?"

"I remember saying I would've liked to be a teacher..." She looked at the ground, deep in thought.

"What kind?"

"Elementary school," she couldn't help the laughter that left her. "You can't picture me working in a classroom full of children, right?"

He chuckled. "Doesn't really suit you now."

"What would?"

Peter tilted his head a little as if trying to place her somewhere in his mind. "Security sounds about right. Maybe a police officer?"

"Disgusting."

"A detective?"

"Now you're talking," she grinned. "I'd be a pretty good detective. I can change appearance at will, I know how to use every weapon on this planet, I speak multiple languages..."

"So you would've gone to Quantico," he said. "We would've seen each other once a month, maybe two..."

"Ned, MJ, and you would've developed some crazy project on your first semester and you'd be hoarding all the scholarships..."

"Tony and Happy would've bragged about you at every party..."

"C'mon, Tony liked you more than he ever liked me."

"Doubt that."

She put a hand on his shoulder. "I told Matt that the reason why I wanted to bring everyone back, was that you deserved to be the hero we all knew you could be." Peter stared at her, he smiled tearfully. "I needed you more than you needed me. These last few months had done nothing but confirm that."

"You don't know that for sure, Copy."

She laughed dryly. "You're right." They restarted their walk, but she decided to add a final note to their conversation. "I'm not happy, Peter, but sometimes I look back and feel lucky, that hadn't happened before. I have memories of sweet, innocent love, and that's gotten me through bad days..."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"I have a pretty good 'if' when it comes to you," she concluded.

"If?" He inquired without understanding.

"There is a timeline where Thanos never won. We grow up together, and we get that white picket fence and all the dogs."

"And cats," he added.

"And cats," she agreed.

The entrance was covered in a thick layer of snow. Two people were shoveling it off the floor but it wasn't making much of a difference.

"Hi? I'm uh..."

"The most famous person in the world," a man walked out of a portal with two suitcases and a bag. "I know. Wong. Try not to slip, we don't have liability insurance."

He walked through the portal again leaving the room for a moment, Peter moved forward carefully. "All this for a holiday party?"

"No," Wong walked back in, the portal closed behind him. "One of the rotunda gateways connects to Siberia— a blizzard blasted through."

"Remind me to call before visiting," Cat shivered.

"This isn't a constant recurrence here—"

"It happened because someone forgot to cast a monthly maintenance spell to keep the seals tight." Strange came flying down the stairs, stopping next to Wong.

"That's right. He did. Because he forgot I now have higher duties—"

"Higher duties?"

"The sorcerer supreme has higher duties, yes."

"Wait, we thought you were the sorcerer supreme," Peter pointed at Strange.

"No, he got it on a technicality because I blipped for five years..."

"Oh, well— congratulations!"

"If I'd been here then—"

"You would've burned the place down," Wong interrupted. "You two, no one said stop shoveling!" The man left to talk to the other two people.

"So, Peter and—" Strange tilted his head. "Copycat. Right?"

"Call me Cat."

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Peter looked at her and she encouraged him to speak. "We're really sorry to bother you, Sir—"

"Please, we saved half of the universe together, I think we're beyond you calling me Sir."

"Okay. Uh... Stephen."

"...That feels weird but I'll allow it."

"Uh... when Mysterio revealed my identity... my entire life got screwed up and I was wondering if— I don't know if this would actually work but I was wondering if... maybe you could go back in time and make it so that he never did?"

Strange looked at them intently. "Peter... we tampered with the stability of space-time to resurrect countless lives— you wanna do it again now because yours got messy?"

"No, this isn't about me— I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My aunt May, Happy, my best friend, my girlfriend—"

"Oh yes, I saw that on the news," Strange looked at her. "How are you not in prison?"

"I've been hiding, thank you for asking," she replied. "But he's talking about someone else."

"Oh?" He frowned.

"Can we focus, please?" Peter interrupted. "My loved ones' lives got ruined just because they know me and Cat's a fugitive but she's done nothing wrong!"

"Shooting at someone until they're dead is doing something wrong."

"He almost killed Peter!"

"Look, I am so sorry, but even if I wanted to, I don't have the time stone anymore."

Peter took a moment to process it. "That's right..." he looked up again, with a feeble attempt of a smile. "I'm... really sorry if I wasted your time."

"No, you didn't," Strange told him with total sincerity.

"Just... forget about it."

Wong showed up again, he seemed to be going somewhere cause he had even more suitcases. "He will. He's very good at forgetting things."

"Wong," Strange pointed at him. "You've actually generated a good idea."

"What?"

"The runes, of Kof-Kol."

"The runes of Kof-Kol?" Peter asked in awe.

"What's that?" Cat inquired.

"Oh, it's just a standard spell of forgetting," Strange smiled. "Won't turn back time, but people will forget you were ever Spider-man."

"Seriously?"

"No. Not seriously," Wong interrupted. "That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It's too dangerous."

Strange rolled his eyes. "We've used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party at Kamar-Taj?"

"No?"

"Exactly."

The young heroes looked at the men expectantly.

"C'mon, Wong," Strange sighed. "Haven't they been through enough?"

Wong looked at them. "Just leave me out of this."

"Fine." Strange spoke to Copy. "He wants people to forget he's Spider-man, you'd like people to forget Copycat?"

"Not really," she shrugged. "I'll be alright."

"Well we're already here, I can help you if you want."

Cat thought about it. "Make them forget I killed Mysterio?"

"That'd be easy enough," he hummed. "Follow me."

She just had to stand there while Strange did all the work. When he finished, she stepped aside.

"That was easy," Peter had a weird expression on his face. "What?"

"Nothing... I just spaced out for a moment... are we doing the spell now?"

Cat looked back at Strange, he winked at her. "Good?"

Cat hadn't thought of leaving Peter out, she should've been more specific, but at least this way her name was clean, and Peter's burden of knowing she'd killed someone for him was all gone.

"So what is this place?"

"The Sanctum built at the intersection of cosmic energy currents. We weren't the first to seek them out. Some of these walls are thousands of years old— and they shot an episode of The Equalizer here in the 80s," he added with a grin.

"Well, I um— really appreciate you doing this for me, sir."

"Don't mention it... and don't call me sir," he smiled.

"Right. Sorry." Peter chuckled.

"You're a lot more fun than I remembered," Cat pointed out.

"Thank you?" Strange replied without looking away from the spell. "I'd say you're less annoying, but I'm not sure..."

"I'm annoying in a different way."

He looked at Peter. "You ready?"

"I'm ready."

"Nice knowing you, Spider-man."

"E-Excuse me?" Peter blinked.

"The entire world's about to forget that Peter Parker is Spider-man... Including me and Cat."

"What!"

"Everyone?" Peter approached Strange, Cat following close. "Uh— can't some people still know?"

"That's not how the spell works," Strange shook his head. "And it's very difficult and dangerous to change it mid-casting..."

"So my girlfriend's just gonna forget everything we've been through?" Peter asked. "I mean, is she even gonna be my girlfriend?"

"That depends, was she your girlfriend just because you were Spider-man, or..?"

"Well I mean, I don't know— I really hope not!"

"I don't wanna forget Peter! I'm just getting used to him again!" She complained.

"I don't want Cat to forget me, we just made peace!"

"All right, fine!" Strange started a new spell. "Everyone in the world is gonna forget that you're spider-man except your girlfriend and Copycat."

"Thank you so much— Oh my god, Ned! Ned!" Peter shook her shoulder.

"What is a Ned?" Strange frowned.

"He's my best friend so it's really important to me that Ned knows—"

"I mean, is he really that necessary?" Cat tilted her head.

"C!"

"You could just tell him later, what's the big deal?"

"He'd forget everything about the last few years of our lives! You want him to forget Pietro?"

"Oh," Cat frowned. "Yeah, he has to remember."

"Okay! Let's not change the parameters of this spell anymore while I'm casting it!"

"Okay, okay I'm done. I swear I'm done..." Peter grimaced. "But my aunt May should really know—"

"Peter stop tampering with the spell!" Strange warned him.

"When she found out I was it was really messy—"

"I still remember the screaming..." Cat agreed.

"Yeah, and I don't think I could go through that again... so my aunt May?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, thank you..." he looked at her. "Happy?"

"No, I'm annoyed," Strange replied.

"No, it's a nickname Harol 'Happy' Hogan— he used to work for Mr. Stark and he kinda adopted C.C. so he became sort of close with me too—"

"Could you stop talking?" The circles of spells around them began to quiver, Cat held onto the boy's arm.

"This doesn't look good—"

The floor cracked under her feet. Peter seized her just in time. Around them, walls began to disappear and gave way to some kind of purple dimension.

"Basically everyone that knew that I was spider-man before should still know!" The boy insisted.

Cat used her claws to hold onto him. He cried out in pain, but she managed to put one hand over his mouth. "Take it back, Strange! Take it back!"

The man pulled the circles of light, he compacted them until the floor and walls were back in place and the world was no longer shaking. The young heroes landed on solid ground and she let go of his face, Peter looked at her with hurt.

"Ouch."

She looked down at the scratches on his arm. "Sorry, I freaked out."

Peter looked at Strange. "Did it work?"

"No," Strange growled. "You changed my spell... six times..."

"Five times—"

"You changed my spell! You don't do that! I told you, and that is why!" He pointed at the rings. "The spell was completely out of control, if I hadn't shut it down something catastrophic could have happened!"

"Stephen listen, I am so so—"

"Call me sir!"

"...sorry, sir."

"Aaand you're back to being scary," Cat stepped back. "Okay, no one got hurt, right? We're sorry... man, that was terrifying."

Strange rubbed his forehead. "After everything we've been through together somehow I always forget you're just a kid... both of you."

Cat shifted her weight from one foot to the other, she wanted to object she wasn't a child but... Perhaps she was a child, at least whenever she was around her ex-boyfriend.

"Look, Parker, the problem is not Mysterio. It's you, trying to live two different lives— and the longer you do that, the more dangerous it becomes. Believe me. I'm so sorry about you and your friends not getting into college but if they rejected you and you tried to convince them to reconsider, there's nothing else you can do."

"When you say 'convince them'... you mean like I could've called them?" Peter frowned.

"Yeah."

"I could do that?"

Strange tilted his head. "You haven't called?"

"Well I mean I got their letter and I assumed that was—"

"I'm sorry," Strange moved the stone table aside. "Are you telling me that you didn't even think to plead your case with them first before you asked me to brainwash the entire world?"

Peter gulped. "Well, I mean when you put it like that—"

"Why didn't you stop him before coming here?" Strange looked at her threateningly.

"Perhaps I should start by saying I didn't finish high school, so I had no idea he could do that either?" she smiled guiltily.

Strange was done. "Get out— before I decide to brainwash you into forgetting you have superpowers cause you're a hazard to society!"

"Weren't you the one who decided that the best way to defeat Thanos was by killing half of the universe first?"

Strange lifted his hand and closed it as if he wanted to strangle her. "Out!"

"At least we got my problem fixed..."

"What? What problem?"

"Nevermind that," she smiled. "Are you gonna call MIT?"

He began searching through his contacts. "Hey, Cat, thank you so much for coming, you didn't have to..."

"No, I'm actually grateful you called, it's nice to know you still trust me as a friend and as Copycat."

"We're a team, right?" He smiled.

"Totally. Anyway, good luck with your stuff, I should get back to mine," she wrinkled her nose. "I need to look for a job."

"See ya!"

Her phone buzzed and she checked her texts. It was Matthew. She smiled and put her phone away without replying. Copycat was free to roam the city.

The blue and white suit covered her body, and the mask concealed her face. Cat changed her hair from brown to silver, and her eyes turned purple.

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eleven. “get your girl!”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist.     suicide freak!

"was our sleepover fun, kenma-kun?" she chirped

"no. your place had suicidal traps and schemes littered all around" kenma sighed

she laughed at him as he continued to put on his shoes. kenma was forced to stay with her last night as per her request. and, of course, true to her word, they had loads of fun.

"it wasn't that bad" she pouted playfully

"there was a toaster in your bathtub, so i couldn't take a proper bath. and the only 'food' you have is a bottle of muriatic acid and candy" kenma deadpanned

"hey, i offered to feed you a full course meal!" she defended

"y-your body does not count!" kenma argued back. a faint pink hue was sploched on his cheeks as he refused to look at her.

"well whatever, let's go meet the others before we head out" she said. as the pair made their way to the agency's office, atsushi was already there along with kunikida. kenji was sleeping while ranpo was just munching on his snacks, like usual.

"good morning!" she chirped out in a la-di-da tone

"good morning, y/n-san" atsushi greeted back with a warm smile

"goomorwing" ranpo mumbled back, though it was muffled by the snacks in his mouth

"hehe, kunikida-kun~" she cooed out "were gonna head out now, kunikida-kun! we're borrowing your wallet for some pancakes on the way~"

kunikida clicked his tounge and stood up from his chair. he stomped over to her and snatched the wallet that somehow made its way into her hands. "no way in hell, you bandage-squandering-machine!" kunikida exclaimed

kenma simply stretched his arm out for her to fall onto as she dramatically screamed and stumbled back  "agh!" she exclaimed as she recoiled into an unamused kenma's chest

"n-nice nickname there, kunikida-kun" she let out a strained laugh "that stung... just a little"

"tch, if you got so much time wandering around then you might as well write a report about your capture by the port mafia" kunikida said

she chuckled lowly and spun around, only to be found sporting a serious and aloof expression "atsushi-kun." she called out

"yes?" atsushi perked up, his dual-toned eyes sparkling with determination

"write the report for me." she commanded in a serious tone

"hah?" atsushi huffed out

"well then, kenma-kun and i will be going! bye-bye~" she cooed as she waved them goodbye. kenma waved at them as they stepped out of the agency's office.

"oi! you better be back here after school, brat!" kunikida shouted. though his words were faint since they were already running off.

"well then, ready for school kenma?" she cooed

"no, i just wanna relax" kenma grumbled

"wasn't last night enough relaxation, pudding?" she mused with a sly smirk

"no, it wasn't" kenma shuddered "i told you i wasn't down to have ˢᵉˣ and yet-"

"oh, look at that! isn't that chuuya~" she cut him off with a playful grin "it seems he's not alone, akutagawa-kun is looking real tall compared to him" she hummed

by now kenma was just confused, frustrated and lowkey scared. "literally what?" he muttered "akutagawa..?" kenma muttered. "wait- isn't that the port mafia guy in the news?!" he whisper shouted

"he's still coughing up his lung like its no one's business" she chuckled as she waved her hand around "that boy really needs to invest in an inhaler or something.. or maybe some water will do.." she muttered to herself

kenma chose to ignore her as he simply tugged her arm and ran away towards the station. they scurried away all while trying not to be seen by the two men. "are you crazy?! weren't those the guys that took you?" kenma whisper shouted

"i remember you mentioning an akutagawa last night" he sighed "and not to mention that chuuya guy was there too."

"they're harmless" she reassured with a smile

"they're in the port mafia." kenma deadpanned "actually, can we please discuss the fact that you're affiliated with the mafia-"

"no." she said with a smile

"anyways, we should go.. nekomata-san said something about cleaning out the gym lockers"

kenma gaped at her as she started walking further, leaving him behind. all while sporting that goofy grin, acting as if she didn't just come across two mafiosos.

"fine, whatever.."

"what happened to you yesterday , y/n-senpai?" lev asked with a small smile

"oh nothing, lev" she chuckled dismissively "i just had a psychic tell me that if i jumped into the river near the village, my death would be guaranteed." she hummed out with a nod “so i decided to try it out" she grinned

"woah!! so did it work?" lev asked back

"lev you fucking idiot" yaku sighed

kuroo watched them and laughed along, leaving lev to fend for himself as yaku kicked his back. kuroo nudged kenma with his elbow, smirking suggestively as he wiggles his brows

"what kuroo." kenma sighed "soo.. how'd it go with your lady? hm?" kuroo grinned teasingly

kenma flushed a bright pink and buried his face into the collars of his jacket, so only his eyes could be seen. "i-it was.. yeah-" he stammered

"oya oya~ what's this supposed to mean?" kuroo sneered

"it means kenma here is a real treat in be-" she was cut off as kenma slapped her with the mop "no!" kenma shrieked flusteredly "were going away now!" was the only thing he said before dragging the girl into the lockerooms

"WHAT THE HELLSNKAKAJA" the team laughed and hollered as kuroo burst out into his hyena cackle

"wow kenma! you could've killed me with that mop" she laughed "do it again!"

"KYANMA IS ALL GROWN UP NOW!" kuroo laugh-cried "KYANMAAA HOW COULD YOU?! I WAS GONNA MARRY Y/N-CHAANN" yamamoto cried out

"stop teasing him guys, he'll get mad" kai sweatdropped as he tried to ease the team down

"yeah...so how's it feel to be one-upped by your best friend, mr.chemistry nerd?" yaku sneered as he held in his laughs

kuroo immediately stopped laughing as he sent yaku an unamused glare "HAH?! SHUT UP YOU GENETIC ANOMALY!" kuroo yelled at him

completely ignoring their loud voices, kenma and y/n arrived in the lockeroom and proceeded with the cleaning "i can't believe that just happened" kenma shook his head disappointingly

she chuckled and patted his back as they started cleaning out the lockers. "aww, don't be so down kenma-kun" she cooed

"i'll help you clean the lockers if that makes you feel better" she said as she hugged him from behind

"stop hugging me" kenma hissed at her "and that doesn't make me feel better because it's your job in the first place"

"anyways, look at lev's locker!" she said with an innocent whistle as she opened the locker.

"oya oya" she mumbled "lev is truly adorable.. but kind of.. strange, per say"

"what is it?" kenma asked. she snickered and pulled out an ungodly amount of cat food packed in tupperwares.

"what the hell." kenma sweat dropped "does he eat that or something?" kenma muttered while scrunching up his face

"i'd hope not, but let's leave this here" she chuckled "any ways.. how about checking out my locker?" she suggested with a smile as she skipped over to the locker in the furthest row

"aren't you curious to see what's in my locker, kenma-kun?" she cooed tauntingly

kenma sighed but followed her anyways "sure. part of me is, part of me isn't" he said

"here we go.." she paused dramatically as she pulled on the handle "tada!" she exclaimed as she slammed it open, presenting him a noose tied to a piece of wood which was stuck at the top.

"what the hell?!" kenma shrieked

"its a y/n-style suicide corner locker!" she announced excitedly

"i thought so, but that's creepy!" kenma exclaimed "not even the lockers are suicide-free"

"why?" kenma grumbled

"well you see, it's actually very convenient" she said "tip it over once you're done, and it instantly turns into a coffin!" she giggled menicingly

kenma sighed as he eyed her locker and her awfully enthusiastic grin. "please don't try to sell it to me like some time-saving product" he said

she then huffed out a breath of air and slyly smirked as she pushed the locker close "geez, im getting bored.. aren't you, kenma?" she said with an exaggerated sigh

"you show off your locker and now you're content?!" kenma scoffed in disbelief

she grinned mischievously and skipped away "why don't we ditch this place and go have some ramen?" she proposed

"we just got here like two hours ago" kenma said "and im pretty sure nekomata-san won't let us go just like that"

"aw, cmon! come with me, kenma-kun~ i wanna eat with you~" she whined out

"fine, fine" kenma groaned "just cover for me if i end up getting scolded"

"of course!" she beamed at him. she then threw away the unused cleaning supplies, confidently striding out the door, leaving the locker room as dirty as it was before

"oya oya~ did you have fun in there?" kuroo asked teasingly

"yup!" she replied "in fact, we had so much fun that we decided to expand our dopamine-inducing activities all the way into the ramen shop downtown!"

the team sweat dropped as she started shamelessly marching off to the gym's exit, dragging along kenma, who now had his nose buried in his game

"wait, y/n-san" nekomata stopped her. she froze mid step and slowly turned back around, sending the coach a nervous smile "yes?" she asked

"before you go, we need to discuss a few things for future tournaments" nekomata said "were gonna need some new tactics, so maybe you can suggest something?" he said

"hmm, i'll do some research later on" she hummed out

"but we're gonna be playing against fukurodani and nohebi then right?" shibayama chimed in "oooh~ i've never heard of this 'nohebi' you speak of" she cooed out in amusement

"i would've guessed" kuroo said "daisho's face would be enough to kill you, it's crazy!" he chuckled

y/n's eyes glimmered as she shook kenma's shoulders excitedly "seriously?!"

"no, and that was supposed to be a bad thing" kuroo chuckled, a fond smile resting on his lips as he watched her deflate at his words

"oh, i've got it!" she piped up "i know what we should do!" she smirked up at the team, her eyes basically sparkling as she looked at them as if she held all the answers in the world.

"let's just give up and die" she exclaimed

nekoma looked at her with blank smiles, nodding along as her confident smile never leaves her lips "let's not do that" nekomata butted in "instead, we need to practice more"

"so kenma, y/n.. since you two are going out anyways, go ahead and buy the team some snacks when you return"

while nodding enthusiastically, she practically bolted out of the gym, dragging kenma along by his collar like a cat

"y/n, let go of me" kenma grumbled as he struggled to play his game

she simply ignored him and took one of his hands anyway. she intertwined their fingers while she swings their arms back and forth

"i lost" kenma sighed in defeat as he pocketed his phone he looked down at their hands and smiled, letting her swing their arms around like a child while she sings some strange 'suicide song'

"are you sure you're supposed to be wandering around after what happened to you?" kenma asked "i mean, i didn't believe you at first about the mafia thing, but obviously you weren't lying.."

she chuckled and shook her head "oh please" she sneered "what do you expect is gonna happen? you really think they'd approach me in broad daylight-"

she cut herself off as she saw chuuya and akutagawa walking towards their direction

"nevermind. they are indeed approaching me in broad daylight"

kenma didn't react much, but his hand squeezed hers tighter and he ducked his head down in a way of hiding himself. y/n glanced worriedly at him before meeting eyes with chuuya

"kenma, is running from mafiosos perhaps listed in your bucket list?" she asked playfully

"no.. why-"

"well then cross that shit off because we're gonna need to run"

"i wanna go back" kenma panted out "all this running isn't good for my teenager body" he whined

"we ran like three blocks, kenma" she laughed softly

"thats too much" he pouted

they finally arrived at their initial destination, the ramen shop which they planned to eat at. "im so tired" kenma muttered as he rested his head on the table. while, across from him, y/n was sat, playing with the ends of his faux blond hair while she waits for their food to arrive

"ma'am, sir, here's your food!" the waitress announced as she stands before them, holding a tray of two ramens

"thank you, belladonna~" y/n cooed at her, making the girl giggle

"damn. didn't know girls like her were your type" kenma commented as he loudly slurps at his noodles. he narrowed his eyes at her, grumbling to himself while y/n unbotherdly eats her food

"well, i like all women kenma-kun" she said "but she, especially, looked like someone to agree on a double suicide"

"what about men." he asked

"it depends" she shrugged "for example, you would probably never say yes to a double suicide proposal.."

"but i bear with it because you're cute <3"

"oh okay."

a wave of comfortable silence washed over them as they continued eating, with y/n blurting out jokes here and then

"kenma-kun.." she suddenly piped up, her tone was guarded, almost as if she was on edge "yes..?" kenma answered back hesitantly

"it seems there's something inevitable in my agenda" she sighed

"huh? what is it?" kenma asked worriedly

she then stood up and smiled sheepishly at him "i gotta go to the bathroom!" she exclaimed. kenma deadpanned, though he sighed in relief as he watched her make her way to the comfort room

just as he was about to pull out his phone, somebody had cleared their throat. well, it was more like coughing for half a minute straight, but let's not get into that.

"so it's you." akutagawa muttered in a low tone

"um.. can i help you.." kenma muttered back nervously

he gulped as he fiddled with his twitching hands. it was no mistaking that the man dressed in all black was akutagawa himself. he's made quite a name for himself after appearing in quite a few news articles and headlines.

"i don't get what y/n-san sees in you" akutagawa scoffed

kenma furrowed his brows but didn't say anything back. his glare alone was enough to leave him shaking in displeasure and anxiety. kenma could feel akutagawa's hatred, anger, and jealousy practically eating at him.

"tch. first that wretched tiger, and now you. as far as my respect goes for her, this is just sad." akutagawa said with a scowl "her standards in subordinates and companions have gone down the drain." akutagawa sighed

kenma took in a breath of air and opened his mouth to speak. "um.. are you-"

"dont speak to me, you pest" akutagawa snarled at him "your existence is not only a disgrace to society, but your presence around me is displeasing and disgusts me to the core."

kenma didn't speak after that. why would he? this actual criminal just called him a pest and a disgrace, after all.

in all honesty, all kenma could think about was:

'what is with that vocabulary?'

"oh my, couldn't you tell this was the ladies bathroom?" she chuckled as she made eye contact with chuuya through the mirror "or were you too short to see the sign?" she teased

chuuya scoffed and locked the bathroom doors, making sure no one was inside and that no one could enter.

"what do you want, chuuya?" she asked, her bubbly smile dropping as she leaned back against the sink

"isn't it obvious?" chuuya replied

"no not really" she shrugged, laughing under her breath as she eyes him suggestively "is it because you wanna make out? go for a quickie? or-"

"SHUT UP! as if i'd wanna do that with you!" chuuya yelled at her

"oh please, you act as if i'd want to as well" she scoffed "the only thing i actually like about you is maybe your taste in shoes" she hummed

chuuya blinked dumbfoundedly at her words, as he looked down to inspect his shoes. "you think?" he muttered quietly

"just kidding, ofcourse" she sneered

"you-!" chuuya yelled in aggravation as he went in to kick her head, but sadly missed as she ducked down

"give it up" she sighed "just tell me what you want and let's leave each other be" she said

chuuya clicked his tongue and pulled out a back envelope sealed with wax. "boss wants to give you this." he said, handing her the envelope "said something about claiming back your place as executive"

she smiled in amusement as she inspected the paper. "is that so.." she trailed off. she turned around to turn the tap on, letting the water run as she placed the envelope under it, letting it soak and slowly break away.

"well, tell mori-san that i appreciate the welcoming invitation, but i'd have to say no" she said

chuuya's eye twitched at her answer, feeling himself feel dissatisfied and angered. "tch, what the hell, asshole?" chuuya exclaimed as he grabbed her by the collar of her nekoma uniform

"oya? is something wrong, chuuya?" she asked calmly

"why won't you come back?! you're gonna waste your damn life rotting away in that agency!" he exclaimed with gritted teeth "you'll have everything back in the mafia! why won't you come back!"

"we can be partners again!"

she didn't answer, but simply stood still, letting him crumple her shirt in his balled fists as he let out ragged breaths. the sound of the still running water filled the air.

"chuuya.."

she sighed and pried his hands off of her, turning around to turn off the faucet before facing him once again. "i joined the agency in accordance to a dear friend's advice." she said "i was told i'd find a my reason to keep living, and more so the path to clear my mind of evil and good."

"being with you again would most definitely be wonderful"

chuuya looked up at her, his throat drying up as he watched her take off a small golden star pin from her school tie. he didn't stop her as she started placing it on his coat. nor did he stop her when she placed a small kiss on the back of his hand.

"but maybe in another life, we could be partners once more" she chuckled

"that pin suits you" she said "it matches with your hair. keep it on, alright?"

it was all she said before walking off, opening the door and closing it behind her, leaving him alone with the faint sounds of dripping water. chuuya looked in the mirror, fiddling with the pin with his hands.

"tch. another life, my ass" he scowled, wiping off the tears that brimmed his eyes

"why the hell do i have to wait that long?"

as she stepped out of the comfort room, she walked back to the table she and kenma were sitting at, only to find him literally itching to run off. as kenma made eye contact with her, he immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door

"woah woah! calm your horses, pudding" she chuckled "what's wrong?"

"what's wrong is the fact that akutagawa came up to me and literally started degrading and insulting me???" he exclaimed

"what?" she asked with furrowed brows

"he was badmouthing me with really deep words and insults! like, i didn't even know what some of the words meant.." kenma grumbled "im so glad he left after like five minutes"

"also, what took you so long?" kenma asked her "i got caught up in a conversation with an old friend, that's all" she answered nonchalantly

"right.." kenma nodded, though he wasn't convinced. he took notice of her crinkled shirt and collar, as well as the lone pin that she always wears, which was now missing.

"y/n? can we just go back please?" kenma pleaded

"of course, kenma" she said with a smile "im sorry you had to deal with akutagawa-kun"

"its fine.. i just wanna go back" he said in a dismissive tone

the walk back to nekoma was quiet. they had stopped by a nearby gas station for some snacks to give to the boys, but other than that, no one really talked.

"im gonna ask kuroo something" kenma said before he walked off

she simply nodded with a raised brow as she watched the pudding head march up to his best friend

"y/n-senpai!" inouka called for her. shaking her head, she disregarded kenma and rushed over to the first years.

"kuroo, i need advice." kenma blurted out "oya oya? what kind of advice?" kuroo asked back

"the y/n kind" kenma groaned

"we went out to eat but at some point she went to the bathroom.." kenma started

"i asked her why she took so long, and she told me she talked to a friend. but im pretty sure it's that chuuya person"

kuroo crossed his arms as he looked at his friend questioningly "what makes you say that?" he asked

"we ran into him for a quick moment, then i saw the guy with him at the ramen shop" kenma answered vaguely

"well.. i dunno much about what happened but.." kuroo trailed off "i think theres really only one thing you could do" the bedhead captain said

"and that is?"

"confess your feelings, duh!" kuroo whisper shouted

"i-i don't have feelings for her!" kenma whisper shouted back

"you did not just say that, oh my fucking god" kuroo groaned out in aggravation "you're literally asking me for love advice because you got jealous over an old acquaintance of hers" kuroo deadpanned

"i never said i was jealous.." kenma muttered sheepishly "you don't need to say it, i could already tell" kuroo laughed at him "but seriously, kenma.." kuroo mused, a huge grin creeping up onto his lips as he slapped his hand on kenma's back

"go get your girl!"

[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part 13)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: injury, blood

Context: The boys, (Y/n) and Nico formulate a plan to get out of the cave safely.

A/N: I have a new editor! It is my good friend @jawline-of-steel and she will hopefully be helping me with editing on all of my work!😊💛💛💛

Edited By: @jawline-of-steel

Masterlist

“What do we do? There’s no way out of here except through there! We’re trapped!” I say quickly, keeping my voice down as much as i can so as not to alert anyone outside of the fact that we are very close by, “Is there anywhere we can hide?”

“In here? Yeah, there is, but I’m not sure how good the hiding places are, especially not for someone as big as him.” Dwayne muses, gesturing to Nico as he turns to David with a questioning look on his face.

“All of the hallways are blocked off by debris, and any of the crawlspaces barely fit us, so it’s doubtful that he will be able to get through.” The platinum blonde responds dismissively, though his tone betrays his nerves, the idea of a team of highly trained Hunters waiting just outside the cave worrying and unnerving to him.

“How is she supposed to walk anywhere? She’s got a busted leg, remember?” Paul interjects, pointing at me.

“One of us could carry her?” Marko suggests, which draws a low growl from Nico, his protective side showing through as he tightens his grip around me, holding me tighter to his chest.

I think for a minute, during which time the other five tense up, clearly having heard something I can't, Marko and Paul starting to look even more worried. Frowning, i look around at them all, as if asking them to clarify, though none of them care to explain; instead, David jerks his head to the side, signalling for the rest of us to follow him as he leads us through a nearby tunnel, which takes us to what i assume is their sleeping quarters, Nico having to duck down the entire time as he struggles to fit his bulk in the space. As we emerge into the area, David quickly starts talking.

“The sun is gonna come up soon, so we don’t really have too much time, but I think we can help you. If one of us carries (Y/n), then she can leave through the way we get in and out of here, which isn’t accessible by foot, so it's the safest way out. As for Nico, there’s a chance we can lure the Hunters around the caves enough for him to have a clear chance at getting out of here, but it will only work if you're fast, because they'll most likely be expecting something like this to happen. There’s a safehouse a little way away, where you can stay until you can find transport, and where one of us can stay whilst the sun is out.” The vampire swiftly explains, the rest of us nodding as we take in the plan, glad that one of us is thinking rationally. 

“Hold on, why do you have a safehouse?” Nico asks, frowning in the dim light.

“Our sire made it in case anyone ever came after us.” Dwayne fills him in, before moving on again just as quickly, “Which one of us is going to carry her?”

“Paul will, he's the fastest out of the four of us, which will mean he can get to the safehouse much quicker.” David says decisively, looking to his friend for confirmation.

“I’ll do it.” The tall vampire nods, reaching out to take me from Nico, who reluctantly hands me over, giving me one last squeeze for reassurance as he passes me to the blonde.

“Hang on a sec, what about Nico? How is he supposed to know where the safehouse is?” I chip in, looking at the towering werewolf as he straightens again.

The vampires are silent for a moment, thinking the question through, clearly as stuck as I am. Eventually, Dwayne pipes up again, having thought of something.

“I guess one of us will have to go with him.” The brunette says, looking around at the others.

“Yeah, I guess that would help.” I agree, adjusting myself in Paul’s arms.

“I can do it, I'm fast enough to get out of here and into cover before the sun comes up.” Dwayne offers, looking over at Nico as the werewolf, nods appreciatively, still uneasy around the vampires, but not as much as before. 

“Ok, Dwayne will go with the werewolf. We’ll stay here and out of sight as much as we can.” David says with finality, watching us all agree before speaking again, “Alright then, let's get going, I can already hear them on the steps.”

“Alright. Thank you for doing this, you really didn't have to.” I say to them all, smiling thankfully.

“No problem, Dwayne is right. We owe you this, you’ve saved our lives too many times to count.” The platinum blonde waves me off, moving to start off into a nearby hallway. 

I go to say something, only for Nico to cut me off, gesturing for Paul and Dwayne to move off immediately, not allowing me to argue with him, as is often the case. Paul starts moving off, carrying me as he turns down a different way to the others, where there is already a cooler breeze blowing in from the sea just outside. I lean back against the vampire’s chest, tensing in his arms in trepidation as i think through the plan in my head, still nervous about what will happen to my friends whilst im gone, particularly David and Marko, who will be stuck in the cave with a bunch of Hunters ready to kill them at a moment’s notice, should they get themselves caught. Part of me is confident that they won’t, but the more rational part of my mind knows that there is a very high probability of things going badly, which will end even worse for the rest of us. 

I am snapped from my thoughts by the sound of the roaring ocean, the cave now widening out into a cavern that is filled with crashing waves, the far end ïleading to the sea itself, the horizon still cloaked in darkness despite the proximity of dawn that is fast approaching.

“You're gonna want to hold on tight.” Paul warns me, waiting for me to grip him with more force before he kicks off the ground, the disorientation that comes with his floating slightly off-putting as I become stiff in his arms.

“Hey, relax. I'm not going to drop you.” The vampire promises, before he starts to move off towards the front of the cave and out into the open. 

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My back aches as I slouch in the chair I'm sat in, my fingers knotted together as I watch the doorway, my lip already in shreds from how much I've been biting it, every muscle in my body tense with nerves. Across from me, Paul eyes me in concern, knowing that every movement I'm making is upsetting the injury on my knee, which is throbbing painfully now, though I am ignoring it in favour of staring at the space where Nico and Dwayne should appear. 

"They'll make it, (Y/n), don't worry." The vampire tries to reassure me, though he isn't too convinced, looking just as worried and uneasy as i feel.

"I hope so." I manage back, my jaw clenched and tight, though I am doing my best to relax it.

We wait in silence again for a few moments, neither of us daring to say a word in case we miss the tell tale sounds of someone entering the safe house through the hatch in the abandoned gas station above, the actual door itself squeaky and stiff from disuse. It takes a little while, but eventually we hear it, at which point Paul moves to stand by the doorway, ready to intercept if it should be someone unsavoury, rather than the supernatural beings we are expecting. I sit up straighter, my eyes trained on the doorway, anxiously awaiting whoever it is, the heavy footsteps becoming more and more audible as they approach.

Suddenly, the familiar, lithe silhouette of Dwayne enters the candlelight, the brunette limping a little, his bare chest stained red with blood, Nico just behind him, the werewolf completely bare, his skin covered in sweat, blood and dirt. A few cuts litter his chest, though there is a wound on his shoulder where the shaft of a crossbow bolt is just visible. The German instantly comes over to me as he sees me, ignoring any pain as he chooses instead to pull me into an awkward embrace, glad to see I'm alright.

"Thank God you're ok!" He hums into my hair, pulling back to look me in the eye.

"I'm fine, Nico, though I can't say the same about you. What happened?" I respond, looking between him and Dwayne, who has sat down beside me on a different chair. 

"There were some waiting for us outside the cave. We fought them off, but we both got hurt in the process. Nico took a crossbow bolt for me." The vampire informs me, nodding thankfully at the werewolf.

"And you took a bullet for me. We are even." He responds, smiling at the vampire in his usual crooked way, moving away from me when he finally notices that he is still naked, "Are there any clothes in here that I could wear?"

"Err, yeah man, they're over there. What happened to your first ones?" Paul asks, looking a little confused.

Nico sends him an odd look, obviously wondering if the vampire is joking.

"My clothes were destroyed when I transformed."

"You transformed?!" Paul exclaims, going wide-eyed as he looks over the huge werewolf.

"It was the only way either of us would be fast enough." Dwayne cuts in, groaning as he pulls a bullet out of his shoulder with his fingers.

"Oh, right." His friend nods, going to the brunette's side to offer his aid.

Across from us, Nico roughly yanks out the crossbow bolt, growling as he does so, pulling on a shirt that is much too small for him after, knowing that the wounds will heal themselves in a little while. Once done, he moves to sit on a sofa nearby, only to come and help me up when I gesture to him that I'd like to join him. Carrying me over to the sofa, the werewolf sits down with me, placing me beside him as he leans back, clearly tired.

Tired now, I watch as Paul helps Dwayne with his injuries, the two vampires talking quietly amongst each other, clearly worried about David and Marko, who are most likely still running from the Hunters back at the cave, the two of them in great danger. Unconsciously, I let my head drop onto Nico's shoulder, my eyelids starting to droop as I start to give in to the sleep I've been fighting off all night, the perpetual warmth from his body soothing and calming to me, his arm coming up to support me as he carefully manoeuvres us so that he's lying back against the arm of the sofa, my body resting on his. In this new position I quickly feel myself start to lose consciousness, my muscles finally relaxing as I let myself fall asleep.

Part Fourteen

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Float Like A Butterfly Ch.3 Unwanted Burdens

Summary:

Marinette and Adrien are trapped in cages of duty and resentment.

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"Don't you think Adrien's been acting weird?" Marinette asked.

Alya glanced from Kitty Section readying their instruments to her best friend. She wanted to reassure Marinette that her concerns were just her imagination running away with her again. But Alya noticed it too.

"You mean with Chloe?"

Marinette's nose wrinkled at the mention of Adrien's first friend. But her worry quickly came back. She never realized how little time they spent together until they started spending more. It wasn't what she would call a positive development. They seemed to argue a lot more now.

Alya looked at Marinette and knew they were thinking the same thing. Going over what she overheard in her head.

"I'm no good at being nice, Adrien."

"You don't have to be nice. You just have to not be cruel."

That was after Chloe had acted like her usual self with Sabrina. Alya didn't know if she agreed with Adrien or not but she never told anyone. It was a private conversation. And Chloe sounded oddly... vulnerable.

"They've been acting weird," Marinette conceded. "But there's something else that's... off about him." Her eyes widened. "What if it's something I did? Or something his fans said online? Or something worse!?"

Marinette blinked as she realized she was leaning into Alya's space. Stepping back Marinette slowed her words down to a less panicky level. "Could you check with Nino, please. Just, of course, you know, casually."

As if she summoned him with talk of his best friend Nino showed up. Frowning at his phone.

Giving Marinette a worried look Alya complied. "Nino, any word from Adrien?"

Nino bit his lip. "He can't make it."

"What!?" Marinette winced as her yelp attracted unwanted attention from the rest of the ship. "Did he say why?"

"Something about messing up on the piano?" Nino glanced back at his phone, expression shifting into a glare. "It's just like Adrien's old man to be a killjoy the five seconds he spends with my bro!"

"Hey," Forcing some optimism into her voice Alya placed a reassuring hand on her boyfriend's shoulder. "I'm sure Adrien will sort it out. It's not the first time his dad has kept him from hanging out with us.

Nino wasn't convinced but he nodded anyway and let Alya kiss his cheek. He also noticed that Adrien was acting weird. But no matter how Nino asked, Adrien always evaded the question. It was wearing on his patience.

"Captain Anarka speakin' to ya! So, how's it comin' along me young pirates!"

Marinette started as Juleka's maman appeared out of nowhere. She was loud and jovial and apparently didn't like cleaning? Maybe it worked for the Couffaines but Marinette's mind needed a bit more order to function properly.

Still, it was her home, er, ship so Marinette could appreciate Anarka's unconventional hospitality. A smile formed slowly as Captain Couffaine's exuberance pulled her and her friends out of less pleasant thoughts.

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Adrien played the piano mechanically. Feeling his skin burn under his Father's stern gaze. When he wished for more time together Adrien didn't mean being judged in person.

Despite the focus Gabriel's mere presence demanded, Adrien's mind wandered. Juleka had extended an open invitation to the entire class for the music festival. That was the first time one of his... not-exactly-close friends had actually invited him over.

And he was stuck here.

Adrien winced as a discordant note echoed from where his finger slipped on the wrong key. Eyes glancing fearfully at his father.

"I've heard enough." Gabriel raised his hand to forestall any more noise from Adrien. "Are you sure you're practicing, Adrien?"

Standing, Gabriel showed his back to his son. Not looking at Adrien when speaking to him. Voice full of accusation and annoyance.

In other words, Gabriel acted the same as always.

"... I'm just doing the same exercises over and over again..." An idea came to him. "I think I could make better progress if I could just play with other musicians." Adrien forced his tone to be hopeful, trying to reason with his father. "After all, music is meant to be shared with other people don't you think?"

"We Agrestes are soloists." Gabriel crushed Adrien's argument dismissively, deigning a glance at his son. "Not mere group members. I suggest you rehearse your piece some more. You'll play it for me again later today."

His heartbeat spiked. "But- Father! You promised that I could attend my friends' concert!"

"Not after that performance you've just given."

But you promised! Adrien's jaw clenched to keep the words down. There was no point in arguing with someone who didn't listen.

"Which is probably due to their influence.

His hands trembled. You don't know them! You don't know anything!

"You need to refocus, Adrien."

With that Gabriel and Nathalie, who Adrien had forgotten was even there, left without a backward glance.

"You need to refocus, Adrien."

Adrien sat their as a growing pressure built in his chest. Clawing, demanding, yelling.  Jerking to his feet Adrien paced, trying to get his body and mind to quiet down.

"You need to refocus, Adrien."

Rubbing at his eyes Adrien sent a brief text to Nino. Forcing his breath to even out. He didn't feel like talking at the moment.

"You need to refocus, Adrien!"

That done Adrien snatched up his basketball and threw it at the net. His piano disappearing into the floor. Grabbing the ball as it bounced he threw it into the net again. His piano rising from its hiding place.

"YOU NEED TO REFOCUS, ADRIEN!"

Again he threw the ball.

Down it went.

Again into the net.

Up it came.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up-

"YOU NEED TO REFOCUS, ADRIEN!"

Adrien shoved the ball forcefully away from him. Not caring what it hit. Grabbing the remote he turned on his TV and raised the volume as high as it would go.

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Marinette stared openmouthed at the massive shockwave that came from Luka's electric guitar. By comparison she was only mildly surprised when police helicopters appeared overhead.

Sabrina's dad pulled up with a megaphone. "Mme. Anarka, are you completely out of your mind!?"

M. Raincomprix was on a first name basis with Juleka's maman? That probably wasn't good.

"It's the National Music Festival today, Officer Roger! My crew's allowed to play whatever they want!" Anarka projected over the speakers.

Definitely not good. Marinette tried to de-escalate the situation. "Uh, maybe we could turn the volume down a bit, Captain? Then there'd be no more problem, right?"

"No! Out of the question!" Anarka dismissed immediately. "I didn't name my galleon Liberty for nuthin' y'know! It's a matter of principle!"

From there things quickly spiraled. Anarka's stubborn refusal to listen to anything Roger had to say prompting him to pettily give more and more tickets. Each addition enraging her so much her voice stuck in her throat.

Anarka stalked away from the others on deck once Officer Roger and the other police left. Face red and fists clenched.

Marinette looked at her friends, all of them worried. Especially Juleka and Luka.

Luka. "Are you okay?" Marinette asked.

"Um, yeah." Luka gave a wan smile. "It isn't the first time ma's gotten mad at the cops."

That didn't reassure Marinette the way he probably meant it to. "So, this, happens often?"

"I wouldn't say often." Luka's gaze landed on Juleka, currently being comforted by Rose. Appreciation lit up his eyes. "It's harder on Juleka. I help where I can but I can't stay with her all the time. Rose has been amazing the past year. She stays with Juleka if me and ma are working."

"You have a job?" Marinette blinked in surprise.

"I have to. Maman can't pay for-" Luka stopped. Apparently realizing that he might've said too much. "Anyway I help her out... Doesn't leave much room for hanging out, though."

His gaze travelled across the deck. Taking in all of Marinette's friends. For the first time she realized no one from Luka's school was there.

"That's... You're a good brother, Luka." Marinette felt she understood the older boy a bit better. Even if the Couffaine's as a whole were even more unclear.

He shrugged in a 'anyone would do it for family' kinda way. "I-"

Dark, purple-ish fluid flowed from the helm, covering the entire Liberty.

Marinette went cold. "Oh, no!"

Sure enough, Anarka was akumatized.

Captain Hardrock wanted to destroy the music festival until only their song remained. Amid the fear and uncertainty of being in the power of an akuma without her transformation, Marinette felt pride that her friends rejected Captain Hardrock without hesitation.

Marinette's mind raced as she struggled to find a way out of the chains that bound her with Luka. No one else was coming. She was the only hero Paris had to protect it! She had to find a way out! She had to-

Tikki peered at Marinette from her purse. Smiling in relief, Marinette gave her a subtle nod. Stealthily, Tikki phased through the lock, chains falling with a clatter.

"Wow! How'd you do that?" Luka gave her a wondering look.

"Uh, I, uh- With this!" She held up the guitar pick he'd given her.

"Your amazing," he praised, helping her up. "A real magician, Marinette."

"Uh, you think so? Oh, it was nothing. Uh, amazing? Really?"

" 'Scuse me but some of us are still chained up here, y'know," Alya interrupted.

"Right!" Marinette placed herself between her friends line of sight and the locks. Obscuring Tikki from view. Soon everyone was freed.

"How're we getting off this crazy ride, dudes?" Nino asked.

Luka looked around the inside of the Liberty, which wasn't as transformed as the outside. "I have an idea."

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"Few! That was close!" Tikki looked out from Marinette's purse at the others who made it off the Liberty in makeshift rafts.

They were on the opposite side of the Seine. Luka, Juleka, Rose and Ivan. Marinette gazed after the Liberty. Alya, Nino and Mylene still onboard. Liberty's chains catching them before they could take off.

Anxious, persistent defeat loomed in the back of Marinette's mind. Threatening to drown her. She pushed it back with difficulty. "Tikki, I have to save my friends!"

"But last time you struggled without someone to help you," Tikki pointed out. Concern for Marinette's wellbeing overriding any other considerations. "You should go to Master Fu for help."

Conflicting emotions flickered across Marinette's face. "... You're right," she agreed, resigned.

Quickly, Marinette found a hiding spot and transformed. With a backward glance at the destruction wrought by Captain Hardrock, Ladybug reluctantly swung towards the Guardian.

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"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you in this mission. Choose wisely. Such powers are meant to serve the greater good. Once the mission is over you will retrieve the Miraculous and return it to me."

Ladybug was only half listening. Engrossed by the only Miraculous that lit up in her mind.

No. Please not his. Please.

But no matter which Miraculous she looked at her gaze was drawn back to his ring. Hand trembling, stomach turning itself inside out, (Ladybug didn't want anyone else) her fingers closed around Chat Noir's ring. Once it was in her hand she pressed it to her chest. It was the only thing she had of him.

Master Fu's eyes widened at her choice. "Are you sure, Marinette?"

Ladybug just nodded.

Staring at her for a moment, he finally spoke. "The Miraculous of the Black Cat is the most dangerous out of all in existence. Whoever you choose must put others above himself."

The words entered but did not impact her. Like a stone being thrown into waters too turbulent to make ripples. "Of course... Master Fu."

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"Luka Couffaine, this is the Miraculous of the Black Cat. Which grants the power of Destruction. Once our mission is complete you will return it to me."

Eyes wide in disbelief, Luka carefully took the offered Miraculous. Wonder quickly morphed into confusion, however. "Wait. Black Cat? But what about-"

A ball of green energy shooting out of the ring interrupted him. When he lowered his hand at the fading light a small, cat-like being floated in front of him. Its ears drooping and eyes sad.

Luka took an involuntary step back as a requiem filled his head at the sight of it. Fingers twitching for his guitar.

"You're not-" Green bubbles erupted from its- his mouth, gaze turning toward Ladybug. "Why isn't it-" Again green bubbles came out before he could finish.

Ladybug gave the small, sad, cat-like being a pained look. "We need your help, Plagg. Paris needs your help... Please."

An unspoken understanding passed between Ladybug and Plagg. A conversation Luka was not privy to.

With a nod Plagg sized Luka up. "Well," he said with a mocking grin. "You're not much to look at. Name's Plagg."

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With every misstep Ladybug reminded herself that Panthera was not Chat Noir.

That she couldn't expect him to function on the same level as someone who had his Miraculous for over a year. Couldn't expect someone she only just met to know her movements as well as someone who'd fought by her side since the very first akuma. Someone who'd never held a staff to wield it as expertly as someone who'd spent hours trying to figure out every possible use.

Ladybug reminded herself of this every time Panthera was caught in Liberty's chains or lost his staff to Captain Hardrock's swordplay or held back when he should push forward.

Her earrings beeped insistently, reminding her that time was almost up. Finally, Ladybug managed to trap Captain Hardrock to the helm with her Lucky Charm. Cataclysm destroying only the compass instead of the entire ship like she planned. Luckily, it turned out that's all they needed and she purified the akuma.

As the Miraculous Cure set everything right Ladybug turned to Panthera and- Luka was grinning at her. Relief adding to his joy. He held up a fist. Hesitantly, Ladybug raised her own, rewarding him with a smile.

"Bien joue."

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I hate you!

Adrien glared at the screen, having turned down the volume once the news reported something of actual interest: the akuma attack... And Ladybug's new partner.

I hate you!

Panthera, as he called himself, had a rather uninspired suit design. The only significant difference from Chat Noir's look was his green hair.

I hate you!

Heartbeat pounding in his ears, Adrien dissected everything about this 'Panthera' as he could from the shaky broadcast. The newbie held his staff like a club, having trouble with the extending functions.

I hate you!

Captain Hardrock thrust with her sword. Pushing Panthera back. Splitting his staff in two he held them in an X, blocking an overhead blow. But immediately Captain Hardrock switched to an underhand strike, separating the two halves of the staff and sending one flying into the Seine.

I hate you!

Ladybug's yo-yo pulled Panthera out of the supervillain's sword range. But not before losing his remaining staff.

Captain Hardrock charged. Ladybug dodging both her and the flying chains. Panthera jumped away from her sword... and right into the boat's chains.

The remote creaked in Adrien's tightening grip; teeth clenched.

I hate you!

Quickly breaking Panthera's restraints, Ladybug helped him to his feet. Together they charged. Or rather, it should have been together. Panthera had to retrieve his staff which threw off their timing.

Ladybug leapt from chain to chain in midair, as graceful as a gymnast. Panthera a fraction behind her. Captain Hardrock took advantage of the minut delay by breaking past Ladybug's assault, jumping onto the mast net.

I hate you!

Sweat beaded on Adrien's forehead despite the coolness of his room.

Ladybug summoned her Lucky Charm -her own chain- and searched for how to use it while Panthera protected her from the Liberty's attacks. Finally getting into his role.

They conferred for a moment before the chains forced them to split up. Ladybug disappearing below deck while Panthera took on Captain Hardrock. He was marginally better than before, returning her strikes blow for blow. But Captain Hardrock still managed to pin him to the mast with her chains.

I hate you!

Panthera was saying something to the supervillain... Attempting to reason with her. It didn't work, of course, but it gave Ladybug the distraction she needed to rescue him. As they fought Ladybug maneuvered the supervillain towards the helm. In one swift movement she tied Captain Hardrock to her own wheel.

I hate-

Adrien jumped to his feet, eyes wide as the first vestiges of fear mixed with his already pounding heart; the ship sailed through the air for one moment before crashing to the ground. Sagging back down he saw Panthera call on Cataclysm. And Ladybug's cure put everything back to normal.

Nadja went on to heap praise on this 'new Chat Noir' and ask questions Adrien hoped no one ever found out. I hate you! Scowling he turned it off.

I hate you! Adrien's frown deepened. Ladybug... was usually better at communicating her plans. I hate you! It was a confusing thought. I hate you! As it meant Panthera wasn't the only one to blame for such abysmal teamwork. I hate you!

A sharp crack brought Adrien's attention to the remote still in his clenched fist. Uncurling his fingers Adrien stared at the break running along the bottom. I hate you! If you weren't looking for it you wouldn't even notice. I hate you!

The sound of Adrien's door opening was the only warning he got of Nathalie's entrance. (Why didn't he have a lock? Every other room in the manor had a lock, even the kitchen had a lock! So, why didn't he?) Not for the first time Adrien noted how she didn't knock before entering.

His father's assistant glanced between him and the piano but said nothing about it to Adrien. That didn't mean she'd say nothing about it to Gabriel.

"Adrien. Your father had something come up at work and won't be able to hear your recital today." Nathalie's impassive expression never changed. "...He still expects you to practice. I'll try to fit you in tomorrow."

"..."

"Adrien-"

"I get it." Adrien snapped, unclenching his jaw. "Father has more important things to deal with."

Nodding once, Nathalie left as quickly as she arrived.

Adrien's chest rose and fell as his breath came rapidly. I hate you! Mind snapping back to the akuma fight -fingernails digging into his palms- or more specifically, Ladybug's new partner.

Panthera wasn't any better than Chat Noir. I hate you! Adrien's hands were shaking. I hate you! He wasn't a better fighter. I hate you! The remote slipped from his grip as he clenched and unclenched his fingers like claws. I hate you! He couldn't follow Ladybug's signals like Chat Noir could. I hate you! Adrien's vision blurred, eyes burning. I hate you! It was hard to tell across a screen. I hate you! His throat was too tight. I hate you! But the only significant difference was how silent Panthera was compared to-

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate-

Was that the only reason?

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I-

Wildfire raged in Adrien's chest. Burning his throat, his stomach, his head.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Did they really choose this wannabe Chat Noir because he WOULDN'T ASK QUESTIONS!?

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Building pressure pushed at Adrien's chest and jaw and throat and eyes and fists.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Choose him because he would be quiet and obedient and SYCOPHANTIC!?

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Bile rose into his mouth and stung his throat.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Adrien's whole body shook. Everything blurred, nothing was clear. Except the great, persistent, growing pain that threatened to shake him apart. He could feel himself cracking, breaking, shattering-

His phone rang.

Adrien scrambled for it. Like it was a rope tossed into the deep, dark well he found himself drowning in.

I hate you!

Without bothering to glance at the caller Adrien answered.

"Sup, bro!"

Blinking rapidly, Adrien saw Nino, Alya and Marinette crowding into the screen. Behind them were their other friends making some last minute preparations for the music festival. Suddenly his raging storm was much more endurable.

Nino leaned into the camera. "Dude, is your camera off? It's all dark."

"Uh, yeah, just a sec." Realizing that he must look like a mess Adrien hit mute and hurried into his bathroom. The red eyed, tear stained face that he washed away made him grateful his friends hadn't seen him.

I hate you!

With a deep breath Adrien turned the mic and camera back on, forcing a smile. "Hey."

"There he is!" Nino grinned.

Alya turned the phone to focus on her. "So, we know you were looking forward to being here. Which is why this girl," Alya wrapped an arm around Marinette and hugged her close. "Had the brilliant idea to do this video chat!"

Smile softening into something more genuine Adrien gazed at Marinette's pink face. "You were thinking of me?"

"W-well, I just thought that it was a shame you couldn't tea- be here! So, I just, yeah..." Marinette trailed off, eyes everywhere but the screen.

His heart slowed from breakneck speed to merely sprinting. "Thank you."

Marinette squeaked and muttered what could have been a 'you're welcome' before pushing the phone back to Nino. Wiggling out of Alya's grasp as she dashed off.

His best friend grinned at them as Alya chased after Marinette offscreen. But once his eyes came back to Adrien, Nino's brow furrowed slightly. "Seriously, bro, how you holding up?"

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Something must've shown on Adrien's face as Nino asked: "That bad?"

Trying to downplay it Adrien shrugged. "It's not like it's the first time he's changed his mind."

That was apparently the wrong thing to say, as Nino scowled at the specter of Gabriel Agreste. "Dude. No offence, but I wanna sock your old man."

Laughter bubbled up and spilled out of Adrien. Blocking his breath and forming a stitch in his side. Vision blurring. Hand covering his mouth as he tried to control himself. Tried to stop it from devolving into hysterical sobbing.

"Adrien!?" Nino's eyes were wide with alarm.

Biting the inside of his cheek Adrien gasped for breath. "S-sorry." He fought of the giggles that threatened to choke him. "It's just... he's a head taller than you."

Nino drew himself up indignantly and Adrien was relieved to see his misdirection work.

"That bony hermit never gets off his rear-end! My little brother could kick him into next week, dude!"

A bark of laughter escaped Adrien's control. Thankfully not igniting the false manic glee. "Thanks for that."

Despite his confusion Nino still smiled at Adrien. "What are bros for?"

Gazing gratefully at Nino, Adrien felt himself balance on a melancholy plateau. "I really will be okay. This," by which he meant their call, "helps."

Nino fidgeted, adjusting his cap. "I just... wish I could do more, y'know?" The unspoken for you was clear as day.

A pleasant warmth bloomed in Adrien's chest, softening further the ache that remained. "I know, bro. That's why I love you."

"I love you, too." Nino searched for something more to say as he searched Adrien's face for what remained unsaid, but nothing came to him. "Well... Kitty Section is starting soon. Might as well greet the band before they become famous and forget they know us."

"No, we wouldn't want that would we..." Adrien could almost ignore the pressure in his chest.

After a round of waving and sympathizing with him for not being able to make it, they began. Kitty Section was amazing. Rose's voice was never like that! Juleka smiled widely, carefree. Ivan was the most intense Adrien had ever seen. They looked... alive.

Gabriel would certainly classify it as 'classless noise' but to Adrien? Kitty Section had something that he couldn't replicate inside the four walls of his cage.

I hate you.

At least, not without Plagg.

While he stayed in frame Luka never took his eyes off Marinette. A hopeful smile evident even across the screen. As night came on and the band went from rehearsing to performing, Luka seemed to play for one person only.

Adrien had never met Luka, despite hearing about him from the bandmembers in his class. And he didn't really count saying hello over video chat like his father. The older boy was nice, polite and good at guitar. Besides dyeing their hair Adrien couldn't honestly say Luka bore any resemblance to his sister.

"-out of chaos comes creation!" He heard Anarka spout in the background, talking to someone he couldn't see. Adrien didn't know why but the phrase stuck in his head. It was like a promise.

Out of Chaos comes Creation.

Wrapping it tightly about himself, Adrien brandished it like an amulet against the voice that wouldn't stop whispering at the edges of his thoughts.

I hate you.

Apparently, that wasn't why Adrien's mind had latched onto the phrase.

Trying to drown it out with Kitty Section's illegally loud music didn't work. It was always the same volume.

I hate you.

Distracting Adrien from enjoying his friends' concert. Like a thorn in his side.

He knew what it was. It was everything he was trying to ignore. Everything he felt at seeing himself replaced so easily. At the excitement in Alya's voice when she shot out theories about Panthera. At the Guardian, at Ladybug, at himself. All summed up into three little words Adrien had never said to anyone.

I hate you.

Despite Adrien's attempts to even his breathing and calm his heartbeat, the voice continued to plague his thoughts for the rest of the night.

I hate you.

A reminder that, even in his own mind, Adrien could never be free.

[onewaigu]

Soulmates

Genre : soulmate!au

Theme : fluff

Pairing : Harin(Onewe) X Reader

Description : people your age were thinking about who their soulmates were. you were more interested in a certain boy who already knew who his soulmate was.

The concept of soulmates having their fates intertwined together by a common connection seemed like something out of a fairytale. Since your whole life, you had become accustomed to seeing people find their soulmates. Which always left you wondering, when were you going to stumble upon yours?

As if someone was listening in on your thoughts, your foot got caught in a pavement hole which sent you stumbling. You closed your eyes to brace the impact but it never came. Instead, an arm firmly curled itself around your waist and pulled you back to your feet. There was no need to turn around to know who this person was because as soon as you heard a strangely familiar laugh, you instantly knew it was your bestfriend, Ju Harin.

He slung an arm around your shoulders and slowed down his pace to match yours. He was towering over you so you had to look up to meet his face which annoyed you sometimes.

“Clumsy as usual”, he humoured while showing off his pearl white teeth.

You punched his arm lightly and shook your head at the insult.

You loved having Harin as your bestfriend because not only was he kind but he was also easygoing. Always managed to make any day better just by his witty and funny jokes.

Sometimes you wonder if there was ever a chance for your friendship to become more than it was if the world didn't depend on the idea of soulmates. People would be free to feel whatever they wanted towards whoever they wished to be with. That's the reason why to you, the concept of soulmates sucked.

It sucked even more because you knew Harin had already gotten glimpses of his soulmate while you only dreamt of homework and stress. On the inside, you were kind of jealous of the girl that would end up with him. Although, if it really was meant to be, then you promised to abandon any feelings you had for him.

“You would not believe what I dreamt about last night”, he told you excitedly.

“Is it about your soulmate?”, you teased him and wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Even though you didn't want to talk about soulmates, you felt bad dismissing Harin's excitement so you had no choice but to resist the painful throbbing in your heart.

“Yeah, I actually saw her face!”

Ah. It hurt.

“Well that's good, right! Now you could go meet her and hey, you could even ask her out on a date”, you masked your sadness with a smile.

“I'm a little nervous to reveal myself to her because she's someone I know”, he mumbled softly as an obvious shade of red crawled up his neck.

“You're lucky she's someone you know, mine's probably some creepy pervert”, you shuddered in disgust at the possibilty.

“Hahaha I really doubt that, Y/N”

“I'm just saying, there's a possibility”, you exclaimed without any hint of seriousness in your voice.

After that, the two of you just talked about random stuff till you reached the school buiding.

The rest of the day was boring. Everything waskill the usual routine. When you got home though, you had the greatest shocking news of your life.

Through a text message from your best friend, you got to know that he was going to ask his soulmate on a date. You were frustrated. He only saw her face once that day and now, he wanted to go out with her without taking his time to think over it. As much as you were happy for him finding his soulmate, you couldn't just ignore your feelings. You sunk your head into your pillow and that was how you spent your entire night, crying over a broken heart till you fell asleep.

Drums.

You jolted awake in the middle of the night. Sitting upright on your bed, you placed your hand on your forehead in confusion. Was that a glimpse of your soulmate? Whatever it was, you buried your face in your hands as you sobbed quietly. The last sign of hope that Harin was your soulmate was gone because..Harin didn't play drums.

You dreaded the moment you had to face Harin in the morning.

It wasn't making it easier for you when Harin kept on approaching you more than usual. He was an absolute nervewrack. He would stumble on his words and constantly shake his leg. He told you that he was honestly nervous and afraid the date wasn't going to go well. Giving him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, you reassured him that whatever he had planned, you were sure that anybody would fall for him.

Like that, the rest of the day went by in a blur. You were trying hard not to think about Harin's date while he was busy panicking over it.

Once you were home, you immediately entered your room and plopped yourself on your single-sized bed. You were exhausted and drained but as soon as you heard a notification on your phone popped up, you rolled on your bed lazily and reached for your phone. Swiping the screen, you saw that you had a message from Harin. Glancing at the time, you were confused because he should already be on his date. Without thinking much, you read the message.

Hey Y/N, could you come over my house? I need some help preparing for the date :)

You typed furiously before clicking send. When that was done, you got up from your bed and grabbed your black hoodie that was hanging from a chair. Slipping it on, you left your apartment to go somewhere familiar with the image of your reply still in your head.

Sure, Harin :)

Knocking on his door, you hid your shaky hands in your pockets. Why were suddenly feeling nervous? It's not like it was your date-

The door clicked and opened to reveal your bestfriend, Ju Harin. Just like that, you were speechless. No words could truly describe how handsome he looked standing in front of you. He didn't need a suit and tie to look good. Cladded in a simple striped t-shirt and plain jeans, Ju Harin had completely taken your breath away by his charms.

“Uh Y/N?”

You unfroze yourself from your daydream. You could've sworn you saw a little smirk.

“You needed my help?”, you tried to sound cheerful.

“Mhm, could you put this blindfold on?”, he hummed as he unclenched his fist to reveal a black cloth.

Before you could question him, he explained that he wanted the date to be perfect so he wondered if you could stand in for his soulmate for a dry run of the date. Truthfully, you applauded his dedication to planning a perfect date even if you weren't his date. So in the end, you agreed.

You wanted to grab the blindfold and wear it yorself but Harin beat you to it. He shifted behind you and wrapped the black cloth around your eyes, tying it at the back. You felt yourself stiffened as his fingers brushed the your ears lightly. You mentally scolded yourself.

“Okay, I'm going to bring you somewhere now”, he whispered in your ear, his close proximity caused your cheeks to blush.

You couldn't see anything but you did feel Harin locking hands with you. You took in calm breaths.

It didn't take long before you finally stopped getting dragged by Harin.

“You can take them off now, Y/N”, he said.

Fumbling with the knot, you took the blindfold off your eyes. You had to blink a few times for your eyes to adjust to the surroundings.

When it did, time stood still. His normal living room now had beautiful fairylights hanging on the walls. The dining table at the side had vanilla-scented candles and a vase filled with baby's breath. The atmosphere of the whole living room was perfect for a chill yet romantic date. Your heart involuntarily clenched.

Harin, who was at your side, walked to the middle of the room. How you didn't notice it at first was a mystery but there it was, a drumset sitting in the middle. Your eyes shifted to Harin who had drumsticks in his hands.

“So here's the part where I tell you that I lied“

“Y/N, I didn't need your help with the date cause you are my date”

You didn't understand.

“Remember how I said she's someone I know? Did you ever think about the fact that the only girl I've ever talked to..is you?”

“Dammit, Y/N..you're my soulmate”

“I don't care if your soulmate isn't me, I just need you to know that I've been in love with you since the day you stood up for me against others”

Blinking your eyes, you felt a tear falling. You didn't realise you were crying this whole time. It all made sense now and you felt your heart warmed by Harin's confession. All that worrying and it turned out that Harin's been your soulmate all this time. And you were his.

You were overwhelmed by emotions but that didn't distract you from the sight of the drums. The only thing that didn't make sense to you. Why were drums in your dream?

“Ah, the drums”, Harin cheekily grinned.

“I kept it a secret because I didn't want you to think I'm lame”, he scratched his head with his drumsticks.

Wiping your tears from your eyes, you smiled softly at Harin, “You're absolutely amazing, Ju Harin”

His face reddened in an instant but he kept his composure. “Uh- so with everything planned, I think it's time for me to make you fall for me”, he shyly looked away from you.

Now, it was your turn to blush because that sounded really familiar as if someone he knew had said that to him the other day.

[a/n]

someone was craving for some harin content 🤷‍♀️ of course I was tempted to write something fluffyy > <

stan weus and ju harin please stahp being rude boi