#sorry to cause panic but not gonna lie that was my intent

[rambleonwaywardson]

Your last reblog…….

You’re not killing him right? And if you do, you’ll warn us right!?!

If I did, I’d warn you, don’t worry!!!

Sorry anon, I couldn’t resist stirring up some trouble with that reblog. Also, who’s to say what fic I’m referencing? Sometimes ideas are had and need to be written down….

[rexc0re]

It hurts to be scared.

A Serenity Fic

A/N: Told myself I’d take a break from writing for a week and not exhaust myself . And yet here you are reading this. So. Anyways enjoy this there was lots of sad emotions going on when I wrote this!! Also I’m pretty sure this one is shorter then the last one i THINK. (Ps-Promise the next writing will be happier :3)

Warnings: Panic Attack

I shouldn’t be here. I got out. I left. I’m safe now.

((Wake up))

This isn’t right. These people are bad. They’re all bad people. They’re going to hurt me, I need to get out of here.

((WAKE UP))

The hands shaking his shoulders felt like they had a stronger, harsher, grip than they truly did. The voices were louder than they were. The room was brighter than it was. He wasn’t in the mall anymore but the feeling of dread had not left.

“…..Ranboo? You okay bud? You’re shaking real bad what’s wrong, what was the nightmare kid you can tell us it’s okay.”

Sneegs voice and Charlie’s gently brushing of Ranboos hair was more startling then comforting. He’d just awaken from a nightmare. A terrible one where they’re back in the mall and they can’t trust anyone. Not even Sneeg and Charlie. This fear, this dread that everyone around him only has bad intentions including Sneeg and Charlie starts bubbling up.

He can’t take it. They’re going to hurt him. They’re lying. He knows it.

Their breathing is heavier, more shaky, the air isn’t going into his lungs correctly and his quick shoves and punches only make it worse. But he doesn’t care. He needs these two away from him NOW. They’re going to hurt him.

“Stay away nonono let go of me ill fucking hurt you stay away get away you’re bad you’re all bad leave me alone.”

Ranboos punching, kicking, scratching, yelling at Charlie and Sneeg. Charlie’s trying so hard to calm Ranboo, through his own tears, but it’s no use. Sneeg pulls Charlie off of Ranboo who scrambles to sit in the furthest corner of his bed. They sit on the floor in front of him.

“Ran..buddy. You gotta talk to us. Whats-“

“NO get out of my head. Don’t lie to my face, leave me alone. Get out. Get the hell out. I don’t want you here. Get out. … Please get out.”

Sneeg gets up, walks out.

Charlie follows.

They’re gone. He’s safe. Everything’s fine. He’s okay. The bad people aren’t going to hurt him.

Everything’s okay.

It’s fine.

It’s not okay.

Oh god it’s not okay. Why does he feel this way? Whats happening. The pain in their chest is so much worse. The tears are blurring his vision. The grip on his ears only gets stronger. He can’t stop sobbing. Why is he sobbing? They were gonna hurt them. Right?

Nononono that’s not right. Why does he feel that way??? Sneeg and Charlie. Sneeg and Charlie. They’re his brothers. They’d never hurt him. They’d never hurt him.

Whats is wrong with them? Why can’t they just be normal? Why can’t they just let their brothers help him? He couldn’t accept their help. All he did was yell and hurt them. They’re gone now. They’ve left. Cause he was being irrational and couldn’t let go of the mindset showfall left him with.

Ranboo couldn’t stop sobbing. His sobs were considerably loud now. He was wailing out apologies to no body. He just wants his brothers to come back. He needs them back.

“I’m so sorry…please come back oh god come back please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell I didn’t mean to hurt you I’m so sorry please come back I was scared. I don’t wanna be scared anymore please come back it hurts to be scared come back please.”

Their cries continue as he claws at his clothes, the bed, his own skin. He’s so sorry. He didn’t mean to push them away and now he’s alone. Why did he have to be so scared why’d he have to push them away? It’s all their fault.

Everything that happened was their fault and they’re leaving him cause he was such a terrible brother. He just wants them back, he wants it all to go back to normal. He’s holding onto his ears so harshly, digging his palms into the sides of his head. Their knees slam into his chest with every rock of his body, their lungs taking in deep jagged breathes.

His sobs are incoherent jumbled phrases now. The words “sorry” “please” and “it hurts” being repeated over and over. Every wail is almost a scream now. God it hurts to cry this hard. But he can’t stop it. They need his brothers back. Please come back.

Then he heard it. The click of the door being opened again. Charlie’s socked feet padding against the floor of Ranboos room as he comes over to Ran, Sneegs own footsteps following soon after. There’s a moment of disbelief. They’re really coming back. He’s stopped rocking now. The grip on his ears loosens a bit and with a shaky breathe he looks up through tears at the familiar silhouette of Charlie.

As soon as Charlie was in arms length Ran threw himself as close to his chest as he could. He needed to hear Charlie’s heart beat. They needed to know if he was truly there. Charlie shushed and gently raked his fingers through their hair, holding their head close to his chest. All Ran could do was cry, when Sneeg wrapped his arms around the two of them his sobs got harder. He couldn’t stop apologizing, the words falling out of his mouth like a prayer.

A prayer that they’d never leave again, a prayer that he could fix himself and never have to hurt them again, the prayer that everything would be alright again.

He shook in the embrace of his brothers. They held him as close to them as they could. None of them had any intention of letting go. They’d never let go.

Sneeg and Charlie cared for Ran so much. He was their brother. No matter the nightmares, no matter the paranoia or fear. He would always be their brother. They could kick, scratch them, make them bleed, and they’d do it all over again out of love.

No matter the pain Ranboo causes them. No matter the amount of cruel words he threw at them. They’d always love him. They made that promise to each other, they’d always be there for each other. They were going to take care of Ranboo just as he’d taken care of them.

They were going to get through this together.

From now and to forever,

They’d always have each other.

[holiday-7]

Songs that I feel give off the vibes of one of the Mewman queens. Part 1

(BTW: this series isn't based off of whether or not they would like the song. it's based off of what kind of vibes I feel like the queens give off from the song. Also, I will explain why that song gives off a certain queen of Mewni vibe. Well, most times. If I'm not really feeling it that day, then I'll just post the queen and song.)

My sources for this post are: The SVTFOE Spell Book ($20 on Amazon) and Genius (no money whatsoever, you just need some wifi). The show will not be a source for this post because everything in the show is also in the spellbook when it comes to her.

Queen: Festivia Butterfly

Song: The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley

Aight Imma try to do an analysis with this one. Just know that I'm super duper bad at explaining things. And, now that I know that it is about Toga from MHA, it's super hard for me to try and associate the song with anyone else. So if it's super disorganized, that's why.

So, The Red Means I Love You is about Himiko Toga from MHA and her quirk of drinking other people's blood to look and sound like them. But it can also be interpreted as many other things. Such as someone having a crush on another person, or a one sided relationship, or a forbidden love. But for today, I'm gonna use this song to analyze (as good as I can) Festivia's life + what she must have been thinking when she most likely found out in the afterlife that her whole life was a lie. Anyways, let's start with verse 1.

"Unusual. They say strange fascination, infatuation." could be her longing for her "parents" and wanting to meet them. It could also be her wanting to end the war (or more bluntly, push it into the background) between the Mewmans and Monsters.

"A lunatic" could be talking about The Host-Me Spell. Where basically, she uses magic to hide how she feels on the inside.

"And I've always heard it's what's inside that counts" could be referring to Festivia's naïveté and ignorance and just being a wholehearted and trusting person. But not realizing that not everyone has that good of intentions. And this could also be her living in denial about her life being a lie, trying to rationalize the MHC's actions.

"Cause my insides are red, and yours are too. And the red on my face is matching you" could describe how Festivia is Pie Folk, not nessecarily Mewman. And she is just like the Pie Folk (especially with her love for pie (sorry if I've said pie too much)) But if the MHC was able to trick the entire kingdom for years that she was Mewman, she in a way, is just like them. Just not from the same kingdom.

"You're down and you're pleading, my head is just reeling" can describe how Festivia may have felt if she ever found out that her life was a lie. She may have felt like she was going crazy and she was 100% living in denial or at least defiantly upset and angry. Mostly at the MHC for lying to her and using her because of her prejudice and as a tool for anti-monster conspiracy. But I bet she would also feel anger and resentment towards herself for believing them and being so naive to even believe them to begin with. Or maybe I'm just looking too deep into this, idk.

"The red means I love you" could be Festivia romanticizing the MHC in her head and just ignoring all the red flags in each and every one of them. Because the MHC is full of terrible people. And Festivia doesn't want to admit that they used her for their own benefit.

"Unfortunate. They say such a shame, I turned out this way" would be her finding out that she isn't apart of the Butterfly family. And that compared to other queens, it feels like she just did nothing (I personally feel like she didn't do nothing, but she really just did the bare minimum by not speaking for the people).

"Well, yeah, I get manic when I cause a panic" could mean that she probably had an extisential crisis when she found out the truth and tried telling herself that she is a Butterfly and that she is lying to herself. No, she probably never believed herself. Yes, she probably looked crazy to all the other queens.

"And of course I'm excited when I see you around" defiantly describes her enthusiastic personality. Or it could be her being sarcastic to everyone else because they all probably knew and they just didn't care enough to tell her. Or on the flip side, it could be how she forces a smile and pretends to be happy when really, she's miserable on the inside.

"You leave me high and dry" could be the MHC using Festivia as a tool for anti-monster conspiracy and was just a replacement for Eclipsa's daughter. But then not even thinking about her when she died.

"A rush comes to my mind" could go hand in hand with the first line and be Festivia's reaction to the MHC forgetting about her. And she was most likely flabbergasted with how the MHC treated her. She would've defiantly gone into a spiral about it.

"At the drops of blood you leave behind. Run as you might" is Festivia remembering her time with the MHC and metaphorically running from the truth.

"My love will never, ever stop" would mean that even though the MHC betrayed her, she still does love them even if it's so little now that she knows the truth.

Aight y'all thank you for your time. Super duper sorry if it sounds like I'm constantly repeating myself or if it's super disorganized. This is my first time doing this and it's probably gonna get better as I keep going along with this series. What queen/song do you guys want me to do next? Reblog, ask me, message me, or leave it in the comments. Also, if anyone wants me to do this kind of series but with characters from tv and movie characters in general, pls tell me. Part 2 will most likely be up tomorrow. Anyways here's some fan art of her (go the Kiramice's insta, I linked it under the pic) and an image of Festivia's wand. :)

[strawtheskippy]

Hey love

First off, i just wanna say that i'm sorry i started to raise my voice. You made me very mad by putting words into my mouth that i never said to begin with, but that doesn't mean i should raise my voice. So i'm sorry for that.

I gave you a choice, between choosing a happy life with yourself and us, or a choice where you wallow in your circle of pain in suffering, and you took to defence immediately, and thought that i want to break up with you. As i explained, i don't want that. I want us to be together, because i love your presence in my life. I love you so dearly, and i only want the best for you. But i also know you, and i know you are not taking your issues seriously enough. I'm sorry, but that is the truth.

I figured this is the only way for her maybe to open her eyes and do something about it, so i told it the way i told it. I think it's the right thing to do, no matter what. And i don't regret my words for saying it. It's your choice in the end what you want to do. And it should be a fairly easy choice to make in my opinion. You take your problems seriously, and start properly working on them. It's that easy. "Yes i will do that, for me and for us". Its that easy. Yeah.

Instead you wanted to blame me by saying that i want to break up with you. And yes, it might look that way, and i can understand why you would think so, but after i explained it it should be obvious that was not my intention. Still you said in the end that i said i wanted to break up with you and that we were no more, which was not true. I'm just trying to put things into perspective for you. Like i did with your mother, so that maybe you can open your eyes and do the right THINGS for yourself.

As you said: "just because i haven't taken pills for 3 weeks and now u want to break up". No. That's not it. You have been sloppy in the past too. It's 3 times already that i can recall, where you start going into a rapid hole of even more pay and panic. And i can say them easily when it was, when they happen where you had fallen off them again and needed to buy new ones. This is obviously not good for you, being off them. But it's also not good that you are not being responsible for your own health.

I tried asking you yesterday if you took them, and you said yes. Which was a lie, and thats okay. I forgive you for it. I know fully well that all the problems doesn't come from "you not taking your pills", ofc i know that. You have your issues with your family etc which has no effect on that. But that's not what im talking about here. I'm talking about you just taking it seriously enough. Your health. For the better.. So you can become stronger and happier for yourself. If you can become happier and stronger, and get a balance, maybe you actually will see things in a different light.

When we are depressed and sad, we can't see clearly. I know that. And it's hard. I don't blame you for a second for all the things you are going through, it's so painful and horrible. And i wish i could do more so that you could be lead a happier life. But i'm doing everything i possibly can on the side, and when you are not willing to walk the last mile and don't do that. You understand it's painful for me too? What do you expect me to do, if you can't do the last mile? I'm not just stand by and watch you ruin yourself. It's very very painful. But it's nothing compared to the pain that you are feeling. That's WHY. I said the words i said, so you maybe can change and start working on it.

I only say this as i always say. Out of love. Not just out of love for our relationship. But love out of you. Nia, the person. I want her to be happy and fulfilled in life. And only you can make that choice to take action and becoming better. Cause there is not a day when miraculously everything is better. No, you need to work on your issues, and get to the root of the problem. Talk it out, and get help from people. Get understanding and validation for your feelings. It's gonna be a tough road, it's gonna be up and down. But that's how it is on the start. But eventually everything will become more balanced.

I'm really sad that you took the choice of playing a victim that i wanted to break up with you, when i only try my best for you. It's an easy choice. Maybe it's tough to hear, but it's the right thing to do in order for you to "live" and not just "exist". If you can't make the choice, and choose to be with me and live a happier life. Then that's YOUR choice.

But at least, i gave you a choice. This is not about me. It's about you. And your life.

I love you, and i wish you all the best. In whatever you do, i hope you always come out on top and is happy. You are very very special person baby. A very very special person. I want you to succeed with whatever you do, cause you deserve it. Please, take care of yourself properly from now on. Go to your sessions, take your pills etc, and work it out. I know everything will be better for you in the end. Just believe in it too, when your ready that is. I'm sorry again for raising my voice. Please don't say such foolish things in the future that i was breaking up with you, when i didnt say that. And i won't raise my voice either. Thank you for trying and doing your best.

Also wanted to say.. Happy Birthday to you love! <3 You are getting as old as me now. Your becoming an auntie already, i'm so proud. 26 Year old bald aunt, now that's amazing. Just wanted to express my gratitude towards you baby, and say that my life wouldn't be the same without you! You are the most special person ive ever met and our chemistry is UNMATCHED. We're so cute together. There's nothing like our chemistry boobie. And i'm so happy we can laugh and joke with each other. Thank you for all the good times and all the bad times that has been <3 I'm sure we will have plenty more <3 Thank you for being such a cute charm troll that we all love so much. You are seriously the cutest person in the world, and no one is even close. Except Nils :P :P :P I will send you 1000 kroner so you can buy your charles and keith, or spend it however you want. It's better i feel that i give you a gift where you can spend the money you want on something taht you want i feel. Have a great day and contact me whenever you want <3 I LOVE YOU and take care there! <3 ❤️

[rebelwrites]

You Don’t Know Her Like I Did

Jax Teller x Reader 

Text in bold is present day and the rest is memories

Warnings Death

That day would stay with Jax until the day he died. The day his world finally crumbled, the day his life changed forever. The boisterous, loud mouth biker everyone knew had gone and had been replaced with a quiet, lost biker. He remembered the day like it was only yesterday, the one call that broke the untouchable Jackson Teller.

Leaning against his bike, he felt his phone ring for a millionth time. Pulling it out of his pocket he saw all the missed calls from his mom. Hitting call he pulled the phone to his ear whilst he lit a cigarette.

“Mom you know I’m on a run” he sighed.

“I know I’m sorry son but this is important” she sighed, by the tone in his moms voice he knew something was wrong, something had happened.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s been an accident” Gemma said shakily. “It’s Y/N”

Instantly he felt sick, panic ran through his veins at the thought of his old lady hurt.

“I’m on my way”

Shoving the phone back in his pocket and tossing the half smoked cigarette in the mud he squeezed the throttle, racing home to his baby girl. He was at least two hours away from home yet he managed to get home within the hour, not caring about breaking the speed limits.

His feet pounded the floors of the hospital as he made his way to you. His heart shattered into a million pieces when he saw you laying in the hospital bed, cuts and bruises littering your soft skin. Tubes and wires keeping you breathing.

“What happened” he breathed sitting by your side taking your hand in his.

“A lorry ran a red light” Gemma said her voice barley a whisper. “Jax the doctors are saying it’s not good. We could, she might” she was unable to say the words but he knew what she was saying.

Brushing his fingers over your cheeks, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Come on princess” he sobbed “just open then beautiful eyes for me. Please”

The only sound in the room was the steady beep of the heart rate monitor that was until the door opened, making Jax glance up to see who was entering the room.

“Sorry Jackie Boy” Chibs sighed “This one wants their daddy”

“Daddy” Harry said squirming in Chib’s arms before he place him on his feet and he ran into Jax’s arms.

Picking his son up, holding him tight in his arms he placed a long kiss on the crown of his head.

“Is mommy going to be okay” He asked as he played with the bullet hanging round Jax’s neck.

“I don’t know buddy” Jax sighed not wanting to lie to the 4 year old. “Mommy isn’t well baby, but no matter what happens I need to remember that she loves you so much”

A couple of hours had passed and nothing had changed.

“Okay Mr Teller, we are going to bring Y/N out of the coma and the rest will be up to her, unfortunately there isn’t much we can do at this stage” The doctor said softly as he did whatever he needed to do to wake you.

Jax watched intently as your eyes fluttered open, one look in them he knew things wasn’t good, the twinkle you normally had, was gone. He knew it was only a matter of time.

“My prince charming” You said, voice horse and not much more than a whisper.

“Mommy” Harry grinned trying to clamber into your arms.

“Buddy be careful with mommy okay” Jax whispered placing your son on the bed, watching as he snuggled into your side.

“Where does it hurt momma” Harry said placing his tiny hand on top of yours “You say kisses make everything better”

Jax thought he had no more tears to shed until Harry spoke.

“I don’t think kisses are going to work this time baby” You whispered using all your strength to hold your son tight, taking in his scent.

You and Jax knew this was the end, your body was shutting down and there wasn’t a thing anyone could do to stop it.

“Jax” You whispered looking at your husband who was trying to squeeze himself onto the tiny hospital bed.

“I know baby I know” He sighed kissing your lips softly, like you was made of glass.

“Look after our baby” You whispered tears streaming down your face as you felt yourself getting weaker. “Look after yourself, raise our son to be an amazing man like you”

“Baby I don’t want to let go” He sobbed into your hair.

“I know but you have to” You sobbed “Just remember I will always love you, you will always be my outlaw prince” Leaning down you placed a kiss on your sons head “my baby boy, I will always love you even when I am not here”

“Momma I love you too” Harry said looking up at your with his big blue eyes full of innocence.

“I love you” You said, your voice getting weaker.

Jax knew what was coming, he knew it was time.

“I love you to baby girl” He sobbed placing one last kiss on your lips, resting his forehead on yours, he watched your eyes close, a smile on your face as the monitor beside you stopped beating constantly and was now just one long beep.

Leaning against the bar, nursing the bottle of Jack, Jax felt a hand on his back. It had been 6 months since the worst day of his life, he had hardly been home, hardly seen his son. Just spent his days at the club.

“Maybe talking to someone will help Jax” Chibs said lowly.

“Don’t really feel like talking” Jax grunted “She’s gone and I feel it might just be too much to bear if I spoke about that day”

After a moment of silence Jax spoke again.

“You’ll never understand, no one will, you don’t know what we’ve been through. That girl’s my best friend and there’s no way you or anyone else is gonna be able to help me. She’s the only one who can and she’s gone” Jax said as hot tears rolled down his cheeks as he held onto his chain that now contained your wedding and engagement ring alongside the bullet. “Chibs, I can’t forget that day, no matter what I do and I feel like I’m drowning in all these memories. Our whole life together is replaying in my head”

The day you walked into the lot of Teller-Morrow, Jax knew his life was gonna change.

“Isn’t that Y/N Y/L/N?” Opie asked making Jax look up. “Yeah man, Jheeze not seen her since we dropped out of school” Jax said wiping his hands on the rag before sauntering over your you.

Jax had the biggest crush on you during his school years yet for some reason never had the balls to ask you out.

“Well I didn’t think I’d see you back in charming darlin’” Jax smirked.

“Fuck me, if it isn’t the famous Jax Teller” you laughed as he gave you a hug.

“But seriously what you doing in charming” Jax nodded offering a cigarette which you accepted, he noticed straight away you wore no wedding band “thought you’d be married to some pompous prick”

“I guess you are half right on that” you laughed pushing smoke out your nose “I dated a pompous prick but all the money in the world wouldn’t make me to go back to that life style. The bastard had an issue with me riding and how I dress so I left his sorry ass”

“Jheeze, guess you can take the girl out of charming but can’t take charming out the girl” Jax smirked “What can we do for ya”

“New tyres for the beast” you laughed nodding your head to the bike parked at your side.

Jax couldn’t help but smile as he watched you catch up with Opie, you had changed a lot since school, and definitely more women now, you wasn’t the skinniest person with your well defined hourglass figure, he couldn’t help himself as his eyes trailed your body, the ripped jeans hugging your curves, the vest stop revealing the perfect amount of cleavage, the battered leather bomber jacket was like a second skin, your hair pulled into a simple pony tail, cigarette hanging out your mouth. Jax was infatuated.

As he walked closer he overheard your conversation with Opie as you sat on top of the bench.

“He just couldn’t handle the fact I’m not who I was in school” you laughed.

Back in the day you were a straight A student Daddy’s little girl" Jax smirked making you roll your eyes.

“Maybe I just want a bad boy” you shrugged smirking as you saw Jax’s breathing hitch.

There was only one person that knew you had always crushed on Jax and that was Opie.

“I’m gonna sort your bike out” he nodded leaving you and Jax alone.

“If you want a bad boy then baby you got it” Jax winked “I’ll take you to the wrong side of the tracks”

After about half an hour Opie tossed your keys to you.

“So what do I owe you” you said pulling a wad of cash out your leather jacket.

“Put you cash away women” Jax laughed putting his arm around your shoulders “I think letting me take you on a date will be enough payment”

“And I can’t cope, it’s another death inside the family. It’s like she stole my way to breathe” Jax said playing with his wedding band. He could tell by the look on Tig’s face what he was going to say so Jax held his hand out stopping the words escaping his lips “Don’t try to tell me it stops hurting, don’t try to tell me she ain’t worth it”

The sound of little feet running along the hard wood floor of the club made Jax look up from the bottle. Reaching down he pulled Harry onto his knee.

“Daddy please don’t cry” Harry said standing on Jax’s knee wiping the tears from his eyes. “Momma wouldn’t want you crying”

“I know baby” Jax sighed kissing Harry’s head

“Are you coming home tonight?” Harry asked as he sat on the bar resting his feet on Jax’s stomach.

“I don’t know buddy” Jax said ruffling his sons hair.

“Pwease daddy” Harry said looking up through his eyelashes at him, tears filling his eyes “I miss momma too but you are never home anymore”

“I’m proud to be in the bad news crowd. The one my mama warned me about. The closest thing to hell she’s ever raised” you winked at Jax as you threw you leg over your bike “you coming baby”

“I’d go anywhere with you” Jax smirked placing his hand on your upper thigh, eyes full of lust.

“Come on then big boy let go bend the law and break some laws” you giggled placing a cigarette between your lips.

“Mmmm there’s other things we could do” Jax smirked running his finger across the top of your boobs.

“Maybe I’d let you do me on your bike” you whispered in his ear biting your lip causing him to growl.

“Grandma said we can order pizza tonight daddy” Harry grinned.

“That’s great” Jax nodded no emotion in his voice.

“Come on Harry” Chibs said picking him up and placing him on the floor. “Go find uncle Hap and annoy him”

As soon as Harry had ran off to find Happy, Chibs places a firm hand on Jax’s shoulder. Squeezing him tight.

“Right you listen here Jackie boy” Chibs said, his tone firm “you have a gorgeous son that’s trying so fucking hard to get his daddy’s attention and you are shutting him out, just like everyone else”

“Come back to me when you lose a wife” Jax scoffed.

“That shit don’t wash with me and you know it” Chibs snapped. Someone needed to be firm with him. “You aren’t the only one that is hurting. Everyday I find Harry just sat on the swing crying. The little lad is trying to be strong for his daddy”

“I swear you two was baptized in dirty water, by the hands of the devil himself, between the banks of a Whiskey River, beside the Highway to Hell” Opie laughed as he passed you and Jax a beer. “You are like the perfect match for each other”

Tonight was a massive celebration for your and Jax engagement, you was currently sat on Jax’s knee, his arm round your waist whilst your arms was tangled in his hair.

“Girl you got an outlaw. Ready to lay down all my guns. A dirty old hound dog. Learning new tricks like cuddlin’ up. You’ve got a hellcat purrin’ like a kitten. You’ve got a sinner down on his knees. It had to be hell on an angel. Lovin’ the devil outta me” Jax’s whispered as he kissed on along your jaw.

“Jax baby, we can’t dip out just yet” you giggled feeling full affect of the weed and whiskey.

“I will be quick” he smirked “promise”

“Fine” you giggled “show me a good time Teller”

“With pleasure princess” he said placing his hands under your ass as he carried you to his dorm room.

“I don’t have to sit here and take this shit” Jax snapped storming out of the club.

He threw his leg over his bike and sped off to the cemetery. The one place his brother wouldn’t nag him, the one place he could think.

Soon enough he was now sat in front of your grave.

“I’ve got too many I care about in this fucking place” jax sighed as he lit a smoke. “Babygirl I’m struggling, I really am. I don’t know what to do”

“It still amazes me even to this day how you got my every flaw, my rebel heart, every tattoo, every scar and still loved the outlaw in me” Jax whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. “I know everyone is probably thinking I should be moving on with my life right now but right now I can’t, they didn’t know you like it did baby girl, they don’t really know how I’m struggling to live without you, I’ve hardly spent time with Harry and I know if you was here you be kicking my ass right now”

“Thought I’d find you here baby” Gemma said sitting on the grass next to Jax placing a soft kiss on his head.

“How did you do it Ma?” Jax asked tears clouding his vision “how did you carry on after JT died and continued to raise me?”

“I didn’t shut family out baby” she whispered taking his hand on hers “I leant on the club, I know you are hurting baby but you actions are hurting that gorgeous little boy of yours. He asked me today if you always be this sad”

“I don’t know what to do Ma” Jax sighed.

“Take some time off, let Chibs lead the club for a bit and spend some time with your son” she smiled softly “he lost his momma too and needs his daddy so much. I know things may seem dark right now and like there is no way up but the one thing that got me through my grief was you. You was the strength I needed to carry on every day”

“Daddy” a little voice shouted.

“Sorry Gem” Rat sighed panting slightly.

“It’s okay” she nodded.

Harry climbed into Jax’s lap, snuggling into his chest.

“I’m sorry son” he sighed burrying in face into his sons blonde hair “I know I’ve not been a good daddy recently, in fact I’m sorry for a lot of things”

“Daddy I don’t want you to be sad” Harry said placing his tiny hand against Jax’s cheek.

“I know buddy” Jax whispered wrapping his arms around him.

The two of them just sat there not saying anything, Gemma was right, the only way he would start to try and mean his heart was from the love from the 4 year old snuggled into his chest.

[jimlingss]

i have a request for something Taehyung! maybe taehyung christmas/holiday??? OR taehyung and the prompt "Give me attention"??? honestly i will take anything taehyung 🤩

↳ The Best Friend’s Older Brother Cliché

2.3k || 99% Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Best Friend’s Older Brother!AU

Taehyung is your best friend’s older brother. 

It’s so entirely cliché that you cringe whenever you think about it, but it’s true and it happened…..you had the tiniest crush on him in high school. Okay— it was a big, fat crush. But you weren’t willing to admit it, not then and certainly not now. Mostly because it’s weird. Plus there’s the fact that it would be breaking the code of honour between besties. Sisters before misters.

The last thing you would want is to make Joy upset. 

But when you came home from college in the summer and Taehyung returned from his own studies abroad...you didn’t expect him to look like that.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“H-Hey.”

Taller. Leaner. Better dressed.

Maybe it had just been a long time since you’ve seen Taehyung. Maybe you had gotten desensitized but the long period away from him made you hyper aware of his existence again. Either way, seeing him made you realize that he had very much become a man.

He was no longer just the unattainable, cool teenage boy that you swooned over but left behind nonetheless in your coming of age years. And that fact slapped you across the face.

You didn’t expect for him to be like that either.

To smile at you like that. To strike up conversations. To be interested in what you were doing, where you were going.

“What are you majoring in again?”

“Anthropology.”

“Really? That’s super cool. I took one anthropology class when I was a freshman. Do you like it?”

“It’s not too bad. I think it’s interesting.”

Taehyung smiles faintly. “I always knew you were smart.” 

It was one date. 

You came over. Joy was abruptly called in to fill a shift at her summer job at the ice cream parlor.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to choke Jimin.”

“And then who’s gonna have to bail you out? Get going before you’re late.”

“Promise we’ll hang out more tomorrow.”

“Have fun at work!”

Taehyung happened to be there, hanging around the house, and he offered to drive you home.

“You really don’t have to.”

“I’m not going to make you take the bus in this hot weather, you know that right?” The corner of his mouth tugs easily. “Just get in the car.”

Except you both stopped to grab a small bite. A burger and fries. While sitting out at the park.

You’re not sure if that even constitutes as a date — there was nothing said about it, no mention made, all entirely too casual to be considered one. But it was the first time you and Taehyung were alone together.

Okay, if that counts...then technically it was two dates.

You and Joy went out to Jungkook’s party. She had a little too much to drink and the pair of you needed a ride home afterwards. Naturally, Taehyung was the one who picked you up in his car, begrudgingly, as Joy fought him before she laid down in the backseat, but he still flashed you that smile.

“Had fun tonight?”

“It was alright.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t end up going home with him.”

“Who?”

“You know. That guy with the glasses you were talking to on the lawn.”

“Namjoon? Oh no, we’re just friends.”

“Hmm. Is that so.”

After Joy was put to bed and tucked in, Taehyung asked if you wanted to stick around to watch a movie. You might or might not have cuddled into him during those three hours, but really was it cuddling? He just slung his arm over the couch where you were sitting and you leaned into his chest.

The two of you were just getting comfortable.

Alright, if that counts, then it was three dates but just three!

Taehyung asked you out personally, but it was to help him pick a gift for Joy’s birthday. He drove you downtown and you walked together in the streets, checking out boutiques before parading around the mall.

“What do you think?”

“Joy hates camo print and she doesn’t need another backpack, Taehyung.”

“Perfect! So she’ll love this then.”

He ended up getting a sweater she’d been eyeing for months.

When it became dark and you got hungry, instead of being dropped off at home, you went to the night market together on a whim. You snacked, had conversations and exchanged numerous stories. You still remember the laughter and how much your cheeks ached when you finally jumped into bed that night.

But before the summer ended, before you both left for your respective colleges, he wanted to talk.

“I had a lot of fun this summer.”

You eye him. “What did you even do this summer?” 

“Hang out with you.” Taehyung grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I liked it.”

“Good. I might be hurt if you thought this entire time was awful.”

“I like you too much to ever think that. But...hear me out. What would you think we made things offici—

“We’re going to be super busy,” you interrupt in a panic, having a sense of where he was going with this. “...going to different schools and all that.”

You search his expression while schooling your own. Taehyung stays silent for a second and tries to read you. You’re not sure how successful he is.

“Right.”

“I’ll contact you, Taehyung.”

He smiles at that and eases. “Okay. Yeah. Sounds good. You can call or text me anytime.”

“Anytime?” You try to lighten the mood by shooting him an incredulous look. “I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“If it’s you, it wouldn’t be a bother. Trust me.”

Except when you got back, you didn’t call him. You didn’t text him either.

You only saw him briefly when Joy would occasionally facetime him in the same room as you, when you were merely a figure in the background and Taehyung would ask who it was.

“Y/N, of course, who else?”

And you would give a small wave.

There were no conversations, no small talk, no exchanges of laughter. But it was better that way. Otherwise, you wouldn't know what Joy would say, how she’d react. You don’t even know if he’s serious about you. And you’re too scared to find out the answers to any of these questions.

It didn’t matter anyway. Deep down, you know Taehyung should be kept at a distance. You know it would be better if these feelings could fade away as a sweet, brief summer romance.

What you didn’t anticipate is to come over to the Kim’s for the holidays a few months later.

“Where are you going?”

Taehyung’s following after you, trailing at your heels like a lovesick puppy. “And don’t tell me you’re showering because you already used that excuse to avoid me today.”

You spin around, masking your startlement at just how close he is, and you frown. “I’m not avoiding you.”

The corner of his mouth tugs. “We shouldn’t lie to each other, sweetheart, even if you have the tendency to do that.”

You feel hot in your face from the pet name. “I never lied to you.”

Taehyung raises his brows. The both of you know then and there it’s a lie.

“My empty phone says differently.”

You cross your arms defensively. “I never promised I’d remain in contact. I was just...busy with classes.”

“Oh. Another lie again.” Taehyung grins, and he exhales softly causing a hundred goosebumps to raise along your skin when you feel the warmth of his breath. “You should really stop your bad habit, Y/N.”

You take a step back and he steps forward.

Before you know it, he’s cornered you in the dark hallway, staring at you intently before his half-lidded eyes flicker to your lips.

You swallow hard. “Go annoy your sister instead.”

“Why should I?” His mouth slyly curls. “I like you way better.”

For the entire duration of the break so far, the both of you have been sneaking around the whole time. From Taehyung instigating a game of footsies under the dinner table to whispering in your ear when no one’s looking to winking at you from across the room so quickly that you’d miss it if you blinked. You feel his affectionate hand on the small of your back when he slides by you, feel his gaze when his shoulders graze yours, and you feel the tickle in your tummy when his voice lowers into that seductive, husky pitch. 

During the summer, he was kind and friendly Taehyung. Cautious when it came to you. Hesitant to look your way.

But this time, he’s intensified. Flirtatious. Bold. Pulling out all stops.

Maybe it’s because he’s pissed that you didn’t contact him like you said you would. Maybe because he doesn’t understand why you’re restraining yourself, and he feels the need to push to know. Maybe because he suspects you know he likes you, and you like him — he wouldn’t be wrong. 

But either way, his new brazen approach was making you weak in your knees.

“Your mom’s coming,” you mutter while pressing your hands to his chest. You don’t know how or why he feels so firm.

“She isn’t. But even if she was, she’d be more than happy to know we’re together.”

“W-We’re not together, Tae.”

“That could change right now.”

“I...I can’t.”

His thick brows furrow. “Why not? I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

You swallow hard, feeling scrutinized under his heavy gaze. Taehyung’s beauty is lethal when he’s this close and you feel an urge to brush away the dark strand that’s fallen in front of his forehead from his neatly styled hair. It was a contrast to the casual hoodie and sweatpants he was wearing. He was handsome and cozy, ready to stop hearts or be hugged like a teddy bear.

It didn’t help that he was saying these kinds of things either. “I know.”

“I don’t think you do.” His voice drops a pitch. “For the past few months, I’ve been thinking about the summer and you. The entire time, I was waiting for you to call me, to text me. Do you know what that’s like?”

“Taehyung.”

“We can make this work. I want to make it work, so don’t make me wait anymore.”

You gaze at him, breath hitched in your throat and your self-control meets its limit. You practically leap onto Taehyung, heart thundering against your rib cage, standing on the tips of your toes — all to kiss him.

It’s soft and unhurried. 

Taehyung is caught off guard, but then you feel his wide smile against you. Immediately, his strong arm reaches for your waist and he tugs you in. A yelp escapes your throat as your bodies become flush against one another. Taehyung’s other hand presses against the wall behind you and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth and you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tastes like sugar cookies, smells like citrus, and absolutely makes your knees weak.

You’re not sure how long you and Taehyung make out for, swapping spit like horny teenagers without experience.

It’s not until you hear a— “what the hell!” — do you break apart.

Joy is standing at the end of the hall and you shove Taehyung away from you, wide-eyed. He stumbles back, equally surprised.

“I-I can explain!”

Joy’s jaw has gone slack and you realize she’s waiting for said explanation.

“I….I…we….umm….”

Taehyung looks at you and then at his sister, opening his mouth to rescue you from this mortifying experience. But his sibling beats him to the punch—

“Look.” She raises her hands and you brace yourself. She wouldn’t end your years of friendship over this, would she? Then again, you can’t blame her if she did. “You don’t have to make this weird. It isn’t weird unless you make it weird. So I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything.”

“Wait.....what?” That was certainly not the reaction you were expecting. You think you’re more taken aback than she is. “You’re okay with this? You’re okay if we’re dating?”

Joy nonchalantly shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. You’re adults, so you can make your own decisions and I kind of had a feeling there was something going on anyway.” She smiles and looks at her older brother. “Taehyung, you’re way too obvious. The biggest gift under the tree is for her from you.”

He grins. “You caught me there.”

You’re shell-shocked at how unconcerned she is and seemingly supportive at that.

“You knew?”

“Of course I do. We’ve been friends for what, ten years? I knew you had a crush on my brother back then. So if anything, it’s about time.” Joy raises her fist at Taehyung. “You better not make Y/N cry or I’ll make you cry.”

He snorts. “Wow, thanks.”

“Anyway, continue.” Joy lazily gestures. “But we’re watching a movie in five so be quick.”

Your best friend leaves to the bathroom where she was heading to in the first place and you turn to Taehyung who has an amused grin. “Well?”

“I don’t know.” Your mind is reeling at everything that’s happening and how real this is becoming. “For some reason in my mind, I thought that would go way worse.”

“Is that why you were so worried? You didn’t need to be. Joy likes you way more than she likes me, so if anything I’d be the one getting the flack.” Taehyung smiles and leans in. “But does this mean we can finally make it official? Can I call you my girlfriend already?”

You sigh and lift your arms to loop around his neck again. He leans in for another kiss, but you stop short an inch— “Depends on what that gift under the tree is.”

Taehyung grins and before you can pull away, he tugs your waist into him once more. 

This time you kiss each other unabashedly. 

[mattholicguilt]

cats in the cradle by Duck_Life

Fandoms: Supernatural [Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply] Words: 1,745

Tags: Claire Novak & Patience Turner, Cats, Psychic Abilities, Grandparents & Grandchildren, Friendship, Found Family, claire novak will see a stray animal and be like, is anyone gonna project onto this, and not wait for an answer

Summary: Claire helps Patience hone her abilities. Patience helps Claire track down a cat.

Written for SPN Women Week Day 1. Prompt: "skills"

Bub is missing again.

“Bub” is the name of a mean stray cat missing a chunk from his ear. Claire’s been leaving cat food out for the ugly old thing for weeks now, and whenever he doesn’t come running she panics.

So, for the third time, Patience finds herself enlisted in the search for a cat that Claire doesn’t even technically own. “If it’s gonna bother you this much every time,” Patience says, “why don’t you just take it in? You know, get him his shots, a collar, a microchip.”

Claire makes a face at her before turning back to look at the road. She’s been driving around the neighborhood slowly, scoping out every shrub and checking under every parked car. “Bub doesn’t want to be chained down,” she explains. “He’s a free spirit.”

Alright, well, Patience is too tired to unpack that right now. She lets it lie and looks out the passenger’s side window, alert for any signs of movement. “Maybe he was never a stray at all,” she tries, “and his owner finally tracked him down and brought him home.”

“Do you know that?” Claire asks.

Claire’s always asking if Patience knows things— what happened on Jody’s date last weekend, what Dean’s middle name is, whether or not Alex is the one who ate the last ice cream sandwich in the freezer. Patience keeps trying to explain that she can only see the future. “Psychic” might be a misnomer— her abilities are precognitive, not telepathic.

She basically gets previews, little spoilers about what’s to come. And though she’s been working at it, she can’t seem to get her psychic abilities to do the kind of reading and divination her grandma could do. She gets glimpses with no context, no backstory.

Missouri Moseley could walk into a room and feel every ounce of heartbreak, grief, hope and faith in the people standing there. Patience can barely pick up on it when Alex and Claire are pissed at each other.

Still, Claire brings her along whenever the cat goes missing. Seems to think her ESP can home in on missing animals. Patience keeps telling her otherwise, and yet here she is, once again. That’s the trouble with having no social life and no better plans.

Maybe she should join a book club.

Claire rounds the corner, eyes darting around for any sight of the mangy cat. The first time Bub vanished from Claire’s sight, all the neighbors seemed intent to help. They explained they hadn’t seen the cat, but hoped Claire would find him soon and offered baked goods and platitudes in the meantime.

But these things have an expiration date. You can only lose the cat so many times before the routine gets old and the neighbors lose interest.

“My educated guess ?” Patience sighs. “The cat’ll come back when it gets hungry. Just like before.”

Claire makes a tch sound and mouths “educated guess” under her breath. Apparently, because Patience is psychic she’s supposed to be omniscient. “So which is it?” Claire says. “Is he back with his ‘real’ owners or is he going to come home when he gets hungry?”

“Don’t be a jerk,” Patience says. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m helping you.”

“... Yeah. You are,” Claire says, ducking her head. “Sorry.” Her eyes scan the road ahead, looking for the telltale streak of a cat darting out from under a parked car or vanishing around a tree trunk. Still nothing. “Hey, Patience the Pet Psychic,” Claire says. “You should write that down, that’d be a great children’s book.”

“Very funny,” Patience says, rolling her eyes. She’s silent for a few moments and then says, “Cla-aire the Monster Slayer.”

“That doesn’t really rhyme.”

“Sure it does.”

When the sky darkens and the streetlights flick on, Claire drives them back to the house, Bub-less and dejected. “I’m sure he’s fine,” Patience tries.

Claire bunches her shoulders, the collar of her leather jacket looking like a cat’s raised hackles. Maybe, Patience thinks, that’s the connection— Claire in many ways resembles an angry cat. She and Bub might be kindred spirits.

“I’m just tired,” Claire says, yanking the keys out of the ignition. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”

Patience considers pointing out that Claire could at least ask instead of just assuming , considers reminding Claire that she has her own life outside of playing “pet psychic.”

But she doesn’t actually have anything to do tomorrow. Or the rest of the week. And as futile as it feels riding around looking for a runaway cat, it is something to do. And it makes Claire feel better.

And… straining her psychic muscles to pick up on any trace of the old tomcat is at least better than doing nothing and letting her abilities degrade. Over the last year, she’s been trying to find ways to train her brain, shape her psychic visions into something useful.

Jody’s supportive, but she, like most people, doesn’t know anything about being psychic. Kaia’s got a fraught relationship with her own special skills and usually chooses not to talk to Patience about seeing the future, and Alex is so entrenched in nursing and hunting that the few “normal” moments she gets at home are devoted to unwinding and relaxing.

Which makes Claire Patience’s most ardent supporter in developing her psychic abilities. A very grouchy, blonde and mostly clueless Yoda. What she lacks in background knowledge she makes up for in persistence.

“Hey, Patience, guess which hand?” Claire will ask, holding the last fortune cookie behind her back. “Hey, Patience, what number am I thinking of?” Claire will ask, perched on the arm of the couch. “Hey, Patience, heads or tails?” Claire will ask, flipping a coin to catch it in midair.

That’s not how it works. That’s not how any of it works— Patience can’t predict things at will. Her psychic visions operate on a schedule of their own, with no concern for Patience’s own convenience or comfort. One minute, she’s watching shitty reality TV while Alex nods off on her shoulder. The next, she’s watching Jody narrowly avoid being bitten by a vampire.

It’s a lot different from just guessing a coin toss. Still. Patience can’t help but think that her grandma would’ve passed all of Claire’s little tests with flying colors.

That night, Patience doesn’t dream about anything— at least, not anything useful. She has an anxiety dream about being lost in Aldi, roaming the aisles with increasing frustration. But nothing about the future. Nothing about Bub the cat.

She’s pouring herself a bowl of cereal when Claire stomps inside, the porch door swinging shut behind her. “Still gone,” she says darkly, grabbing the cereal box and her own bowl. “Food hasn’t been touched.”

“Claire,” Patience says, “why don’t we just go to the SPCA? You can get yourself a cat that’s not, you know—”

“What? Not damaged? Not a lost cause? Not hard to love?”

Whoa, Patience wants to say. “A cat that’s not missing ,” she finishes. “We can get him his shots and a collar and everything.”

“I don’t— I don’t just want some random cat,” Claire says. “I want to find Bub. I want… I want to find him and bring him home. I have to bring him home.”

“I know,” Patience says, and just like that she does . She does know.

She knows everything, feels everything, the aching loss in Claire’s bones that’s both recent and so, so old. Memories of Claire hitchhiking and stealing and conning her way through the country, desperately chasing a mother who was desperately chasing a dead man. Jimmy Novak’s voice in her head, his face seen through Claire’s eyes, Please, Castiel, take me. Just take me. Again, his forehead pressed to hers, Take care of your mom, okay, bub?

Bub.

Patience looks at Claire. Sees her, in a way she hasn’t been able to see anyone before. “Bub… ‘bub’ is what your dad used to call you.”

Claire squints at her. “Uh. Yeah,” she says. “Wait, I didn’t… I didn’t tell you that.”

“No,” Patience breathes, meeting her eyes across the kitchen, “you didn’t.”

Slowly, a grin spreads across Claire’s face. “Holy shit , Patience, you just… ? You just did that. You, like, read me.”

“I, uh, I didn’t know. That I could do that,” Patience says, caught between marveling at this new development and feeling self-conscious at intruding on Claire’s emotions and her past.

Claire doesn’t seem put off at all. She’s actually bouncing with excitement. “We gotta test this out. Oh my God. It’s like a whole new Pokemon evolution for you.”

“It’s not really. Like that. In any way.”

But Claire is already humming the Pokemon theme song. She grabs her car keys. “Alright, well, let’s go look for that cat. I’ve got a good feeling about today.”

“I read you, Claire, that doesn’t mean I can read the cat,” Patience reminds her.

“Yeah, yeah, but you can still help me look,” Claire says. “I don’t need your third eye, just the two on your face.”

“That’s… yeah, fine,” Patience acquiesces. To be honest, she’s buzzing with the knowledge of what she can do with her powers. If Claire’s happy to be her test subject, she’ll spend all day with the girl. “Just let me grab a coffee.”

“Ooh, me too. Wait!” She wiggles her fingers toward Patience. “Do you Know how I like my coffee?”

“Half-and-half. And enough sugar to kill you,” Patience reels off. “But that’s not because I’m psychic. I’ve just seen you fix yourself coffee before.”

“Y’know, I think the line between ‘psychic’ and ‘observant’ is thinner than you might think.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Patience says, and then pretends to stumble backward toward the table, overacting the part. “Oh, oh, I’m having a vision… I see you … making coffee for us…”

Claire rolls her eyes, but she dutifully sets her keys down and busies herself with getting the travel mugs out. “That’s not gonna work for everything, you know.”

“Aaah I see you bringing Jody’s suit to the dry cleaners next week. I also see you driving me to the science museum.”

“Hilarious.”

Patience smiles at her. It’s nice to have someone else get excited about her powers. It’s nice to be allowed to be excited about this, to learn a new skill and have it mean something good to someone besides herself. She doesn’t feel like a freak or a failure. She just feels… like a psychic.

She feels like her grandma would be proud.

[joheunsaram]

To Make A Power Couple - 07 (knj)

Chapter 7: Blanket Forts

THIS IS A REPOST SINCE I LOST ACCESS TO MY OLD ACCOUNT. PLEASE FOLLOW THIS BLOG FOR UPDATES ON THIS SERIES.

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Summary- At the hospital, Namjoon tries to make sense of what transpired as Y/N recovers.

word count- 6k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, fluff, angst, action, strangers2lovers

warnings- violence, blood, stalker, hospital, extremely fluffy scenes of Joon as a caretaker

a.n- wow i literally wrote this the fastest i’ve written any chapter! i hope you like it. although there is angst there is also a lot of tooth rotting fluff. special s/o to @jungkooksbroski for beta reading this 💕

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

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Namjoon held your hand in both of his, his forehead resting upon them, as he waited for you to wake up from surgery, the beep of the heart monitor far too loud and ominous. His hood was on his head as his elbows dug into the ratty blue basketball shorts he had thrown on in a hurry. Even though the doctors had assured him that you were going to be fine, he was still worried. He couldn’t believe that you had gotten hurt at his own house of all places and he felt responsible as he replayed the scene in his head.

You looked so small next to the woman attacking you, it made his blood run cold. She was easily twice your size and the malice her gaze held was frightening. He barely registered her presence, how could she have been in his room the whole time he was home? Why didn’t he put his bags away so he could have caught her before she attacked? Why didn’t he hear someone else was home? He remembered hearing a noise while starting food prep and he assumed it was Moni just messing around. How stupid he had been. He was supposed to be your boyfriend, wasn’t it his responsibility to protect you?

He wasn’t even fast enough to pull her off you. He remembers time slowing down, his arms around the intruder as he tried his best to move her away but she seemed to be on a rampage, stomping on your arm. He remembers the moment her heavy boots almost flattened your arm. It was as if she wore them for the occasion. How did she even get in? He had never been happier to have Jungkook and Jimin around. If it weren’t for their help, he doesn’t even want to imagine how he would have managed. He could still feel the adrenaline in his body, hours later. The guards downstairs had been quick to arrive and he remembers sitting in his underwear trying to wake you up as he watched your arm twisted in an unnatural angle. Your scream still ricocheted through his head and he held your hand tighter, wishing you’d wake up already. The doctor had said it would take a couple of hours but he was on edge.

“But I love you!” the intruder had screamed as she was being dragged off by the guards and Namjoon hated his fame once again. He hated that it affected you, that it hurt you. If he was a nobody, you would’ve never been in this situation. You deserve someone who could hold your hand in public without fear that it might cause a controversy. Someone who you could show off at your events, someone you could travel with, someone who could take you out at normal hours to exhibits and didn’t have to sneak around with at concerts. Someone who screamed his love from rooftops, unlike him who only hid you away.

“Hyung. She’s okay. The doctor said she will be okay.” Jimin spoke softly, his arms around Namjoon’s shoulders as he hugged him back, feeling dizzy. Across from him Jungkook paced in the deluxe private hospital room that their company had reserved for them. The big room had a large bed, couch and television. Its warm wood furnishing and several fake plants were meant to emit a feeling of warmth but regardless of the size or decor, Namjoon felt like he was suffocating.

“She’s in surgery. Surgery. Because of me. Jimin what do I do?” He could feel a lump in his throat as he tried to stay strong. He knew logically that you would be fine, but all he could think was 1%. That’s what the doctor said the chance was of anything going wrong. He knew that millions of people broke their arms and were perfectly fine after a few months but you were his one in a million. The fact that he even met you was so random that he thought it fate. You always managed to do the impossible and in his emotional state that 1% chance was too large. Far too large.

Yoongi had arrived shortly after Jimin messaged the group about the home invasion and he stood next to Jimin and Namjoon, his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder as he tried to force him to drink water. The three men tried to reassure Namjoon in vain as he finally let go of Jimin to sit on the couch, his eyes glued to the door, pulling on the sleeves of his sweater as his leg bounced on its own accord.

After almost two hours he saw the door open as you were brought in on a stretcher, still asleep as the nurses moved you to the bed, checking your vitals. Yoongi had to physically restrain Namjoon from running over to you so the workers could do their job, but as soon as they were gone, he was by your side.

You were okay. Nothing went wrong and it felt like a boulder had been lifted off his shoulders as he all but collapsed, holding your hand, his head gingerly resting on your stomach. The boys bid him goodbye soon after making sure he was okay, giving the two of you privacy but ensuring Namjoon that their phones would be on them in case he needed someone with him. No one was getting sleep tonight.

Before Namjoon could let his negativity flood him further, he felt your hand twitch between his and he sat up, looking at your face intently as you finally opened your eyes looking at him groggily.

“Oh thank fuck!” He exclaimed, standing up without letting go of your hand, instead squeezing it tighter as he looked over at you. Your other arm was in a cast, laying over your stomach, both your eyes bruised and swollen underneath, your nose still red as you looked at him with wide eyes. His heart pained as he looked at the evidence of his failings, but for you he smiled, small and not reaching his eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m sorry. Who are you?” you whispered, your voice hoarse. Namjoon felt his heart race, like it was going to fall out of his chest, panic slowly rising.

“Who…? You don’t know me?”

“Wait… aren’t you famous?” You asked again and he dropped your hand in shock, shaking as he rushed towards the door. Memory loss? That wasn’t a symptom they mentioned. You didn’t have a concussion and it scared him that the doctors missed something, fear making him almost sprint the short the distance.

“What the fuck? Okay. Don’t worry. I’m going to get the doctor!”

Before he could reach the door, he heard you giggle, turning around in disbelief as he heard your next words. “Joon! Stop! I was kidding!”

“You were kidding? You were KIDDING?!” He almost yelled, before checking himself. His mouth hung open for a moment as you watched him walk towards you slowly and standing over you, his brows scrunched into a pained expression on his face. “Red. Red, Y/N. You can’t joke right now, do you know how scared I was?” He whispered, sudden relief turning into exhaustion as he felt his knees almost buckle. He had never felt this overwhelmed before.

“Hey. Joonie, baby. I’m sorry.” You called to him gently, reaching for him, your fingers squeezing reassuringly around his forearm that hung next to you. Hearing him call red made you feel suddenly guilty. Even in your worst fights where you were both screaming at each other, the most either of you had called for was yellow. You had only wanted to lighten his mood, crack a joke to make him smile for real but your post-anaesthesia brain couldn’t come up with anything better.

“You’re sorry?” He looked at you incredulously before his long arms were placed gingerly around your waist as his head reached for the crook of your neck, resting there and he inhaled. You smelt different, like disinfectant and he hated it, feeling his lip quiver as he spoke against your skin in quick, flurried words.. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, baby. Fuck! Why are you even with me? I literally put your life in danger! You should break up with me! You’re gonna have a gigantic scar and like metal inside you forever! You deserve so much -”

“Oh man! A scar? Who’s gonna marry me now?” You interrupted his rant and tried to make your voice lighter, wanting to ease his worries, assure him that you were back to normal. You looked at your useless right arm, wishing you could hug him but settled for slowly running your fingers through his hair with your left to calm him down.

“I’ll marry you. I’ll do it right now!” He moved his head away from your neck, leaning his weight on his hands that now rested next to you on the bed, looking at you intensely. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears and you felt your heart break. You cupped his face, your thumb stroking his cheek as you tried to comfort him.

“Come here. Lie down.” You winced a little as you scooted to the side despite his protests, making room for him. He reluctantly laid down, his head in the crook of your arm and his feet dangling off the end of the bed. You slowly caressed his shoulder and felt him relax as he nuzzled the side of your chest, his arm draping over your hips carefully. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. You’re the one that’s hurt.” His voice was small, muffled against you as his thumb traced meaningless patterns against you where it lay.

“Baby you literally asked me to break up with you and marry you in the same breath - you are not fine.” You spoke softly, your hand squeezing his shoulder as he took a shuddering breath. You looked at the dim tv that had the hospital’s menu channel on, displaying the time, 3:21 am. He argued not to worry about him, but you couldn’t help it. He had never looked more exhausted in your presence - even after twelve hours of dance practice on three hours of sleep, he didn’t look this drained. Your fingers moved upwards lightly scraping his scalp, his arm tightening around you, as you spoke. “I love you, you know that right?”

He sniffled, the hospital gown getting damp as he told you about his earlier worries. You hushed him, comforting him with words and coaxing him to sleep. His hand wrapped around the index finger poking out of your cast as he fell asleep after a while, his snores music to your ears. No matter what he believed, you still felt safe with him next to you.

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You looked at the soft light of dawn as it flows through the window, trying not to move as your arm throbbed in the cast. In the few hours since he fell asleep, Namjoon’s head had moved, now resting on your chest as his arm was draped over your hips, but he looked so peaceful that you dared not wake him up. You barely slept, your pain medication wearing off much too quickly. You had never broken a bone before, and as you thought about how dumb your fifth grade self was for wanting a cast, you wished your boyfriend would wake up at his own accord. You desperately needed to call the nurse for some paracetamol, but you grit your teeth and bore it. You knew you were being stupid and Namjoon would be genuinely pissed if he knew, but looking at his mouth hanging open as he drooled over you made you smile at the endearing picture infront of you.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), soon a nurse walked in for his morning rounds, waking up a groggy Namjoon who startled, almost falling off the bed, making you hiss as he accidentally held on too hard to your side to keep balance. He stood up, running his hands over his face in order to wake up properly while the nurse did the checkup, providing you with the pain killers you request. Once he leaves, Namjoon moves back to you, putting his arm under your head as this time you nuzzle into his chest. You talked about nothing as the drugs finally took effect, helping you doze off. Namjoon kissed the top of your head as you dropped off mid sentence, a smile on his face because you were alright, but a heaviness in his heart as he looked at the bruises on your face, dark blue and almost black.

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“Shh… Guys come on. Let her rest!”

Namjoon’s theatrical whisper is the first thing you hear when you wake up again. Your eyes open to your room filled with all your friends. The room had seemed extremely large the last time you were awake but now it seemed tiny. Jiyoung was sitting on the couch typing on her phone with a frown, an Apeach plush on her lap, next to her Siwon was talking animatedly with a tired looking Jungkook munching on some chips. The coffee table in front of them was full of snacks, gifts, and flowers. Seokjin, Yoongi and Jimin were talking about something hushed as they stood near the television, serious looks on their faces. Hoseok was bent over the humidifier in the corner which seemed turned off, messing with the controls and grumbling to himself. Harry sat in the chair next to the bed, talking to Namjoon with Jen standing over him with her hand on his shoulder. Namjoon sat on the bed near your legs, his hand on your calf, and Taehyung sat next to him clinging on his waist. Needless to say, it warmed your heart to see all the people you loved here. Maybe getting injured wasn’t that bad.

You winced as you moved up the bed to get more comfortable and suddenly all the attention was on you, the room turning into a cacophony of “How are you feeling?”s and “Are you okay?”s. Everyone was now crowded around the bed, looking at you with worry, Seokjin even handing you the RJ plush he’d brought along with him stating its healing powers. It was odd to be coddled by such a large group. Overwhelming, but in the best way.

“I’m fine guys. It’s just a broken arm.” You tried to diffuse the worries.

“You should look at your face dude.” Siwon stated, causing Namjoon to sigh, annoyed, and you to ask for a mirror. Oof you looked worse than you felt. By the bruises on your face it was a wonder how your nose wasn’t broken. Sheepishly you tried to explain to the group that it wasn’t that bad, but your friends were not convinced.

Soon the conversation turned from worries about you to who the attacker was in the first place. While you and Namjoon were in the hospital, Jungkook and Jimin had been to the police to give in-depth statements. Turns out Namjoon had a stalker - someone the company and security had been keeping an eye on for months, but who seemed to have fallen off the map 6 weeks ago. Apparently the same one who had caused the dates at the beginning of your relationship to always be under the watchful eye of his security team. No one knows how she had managed to break into the dorms but apparently she had been hiding out in his room for a week, his closet was full of tins of food she had consumed during her stay. It was surreal to hear that someone had been in the house and no one had noticed. It made sense to an extent - no one had been actively living in the dorms for a few weeks, especially not Namjoon so his room was never opened. The boys seemed extra distressed about it, and even thought themselves guilty. Namjoon’s words from last night echoed in your head. He put himself at fault, when really it was this woman’s fault.

No one knew what her plan was when Namjoon returned, and you didn’t want to find out. It might seem odd but you were glad that you were there to protect him in a sense. Apparently seeing you had started such a rage in her that she refused to talk further than the death threats she spewed against you. She was in jail and you hoped she stayed there for a long time.

“The police haven’t taken into account your assault. You should file a report.” Hoseok spoke for the first time, his face hardened. The room seemed in agreement, but you hesitated.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea…” you started, only for Namjoon, who was now seated next to you on the bed with his arm around you, to counter but you continued. “I’m just saying. Police records are public and if someone looks into this person who was charged with stalking Joon the same night as attacking me, they might put two and two together and I don’t want that to reflect on him or any of you guys.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Y/N?” It was Yoongi who spoke, clearly irritated and impatient. “Who cares about that? She attacked you, she deserves to be in jail.” His voice was quiet, but the frustration in his tone was not lost.

“She’s already in jail though… It’s not gonna make a difference.”

“Noona… I know it’s not our decision but you didn’t see yourself when she was attacking you.” Jungkook’s voice wavered as he looked at you with hurt in his eyes. “She deserves to pay for what she did…”

“Guys… I know you want the best for me, but it’s too risky… Even you all being here right now is too risky!” It was time for your voice to waver as you suddenly realized the impact of having all of them in the room. All it took was one shitty quality photo from a nurse’s Samsung to ruin their image. You didn’t know how you’d be able to handle it if you were responsible for their first big scandal.

“Okay. I’m going to stop you right there. This is a private place we always use. This is not a risk.” Seokjin spoke slowly, enunciating each word as if trying to explain the situation to a five year old. He didn’t do it in a condescending manner, more to make you understand. “Please stop worrying about us. Our company has stopped way bigger scandals from surfacing. Namjoon, can you please make her understand?”

Namjoon sighed loudly next to you, his arm tightening around you to pull you closer. It felt comforting, but you still felt slightly cornered. You just couldn’t see the logic in what they were saying. The attacker’s jail time would probably not change much with an assault added, at least you didn’t think so - so why was this a big deal.

“It’s her choice, hyung. I’m not going to force her to press charges if she doesn’t want to.” Namjoon looked steely at his member, before turning to you and softening. “But Y/N, I really do want you to make that decision without thinking of me or the rest of us. Can you do that?”

“No. Sorry. I can’t.” You were adamant and now you were starting to get annoyed. Namjoon was right - it was your choice - and it felt nice to have him on your side, at least partially, through this argument, but it didn’t make sense not to make it an isolated discussion. “You’re part of the situation and I can’t just make the decision without adding you to it. I’m not pressing charges.”

You heard a loud snort from Yoongi. “Why are you being an idiot?” He spoke to which Hoseok vocally agreed, causing you to almost yell your explanation in exasperation, before Harry broke the argument asking everyone to take a break and to lay off you.

There was thick tension in the room and it seemed to have sapped the air out of you. You felt uneasy, like no matter how deeply you inhaled you were breathless. You felt claustrophobic suddenly, squeezing Namjoon’s thigh, trying to control your heartbeat. Namjoon saw the distress on your face, immediately requesting everyone to move outside. It didn’t take them long to leave and somehow that helped you feel calmer.

When the room was empty, Namjoon looked at you. Turning to him, you buried your face in his chest, squishing the white alpaca between you and moving your injured arm on his stomach to hug him, despite the sharp pain that made you hiss. Breathing in his scent, somehow made the stress of last night catch up to and you cried. Namjoon held your head gently to his chest as you tangled your legs in his, wanting to almost disappear into him. You didn’t know why you were suddenly crying, but you couldn’t help it - it was like a dam broke, like you were leaking, your emotions cascading out of you onto Namjoon’s sweater. You couldn’t control your sobs and you wondered how loud you were being.

Namjoon felt his heart break as he held you. He had only seen you cry like this once -  the night he asked you to be his girlfriend - and it pained him that he was partially responsible for your tears today. He didn’t know what to do other than whisper “you’re safe now” repeatedly against your hair as you clung to him clumsily. He shouldn’t have let everyone visit so soon. He should’ve thought ahead. Of course you were overwhelmed, you were traumatized. He was an idiot.

When you calmed down enough to look at him, he wiped your tears gently, barely even touching your skin, and handed you some water from the bedside table. He tried to assure you the best he could, interrupted intermittently by nurses and discharge forms. He didn’t bring up pressing charges again and you were grateful to him for that.

He helped you change into clothes Siwon had picked up for you, insisting you take the wheelchair to the car despite your protests (“My arm’s broken, not my leg Joonie!”). Before you entered your apartment Namjoon asked his security team to do a sweep. You would never admit it to him but having the place checked out before you entered made you extremely relieved. You knew it was irrational to think you’d have another stalker waiting for you but it genuinely made you feel lighter, your anxiety ebbing away.

He spent the next few hours quietly worrying about little things, changing the code to your door, checking every lock, making you tea, and even cleaning your place to ensure you had “optimum comfort”, while forcing you to stay in bed regardless of your protests. After a while you couldn’t take him running around and murmuring to himself, especially when he decided to order from six restaurants for dinner. Walking into the kitchen where he obsessively cleaned a single spot on the countertop, you pulled him away.

“Joonie. Stop.” you gently touched his hand, startling him anyways as he looked at you in alarm.

“Oh. Do you need anything? Tell me, I’ll get it. Water? Bathroom?” He bent down slightly to look you in the eyes, searching your face for any discomfort.

“Namjoon, I have a broken arm, I’m not an invalid.” You rolled your eyes. It was sweet that he was this concerned but you seriously needed him to stop running around worried.

“Wait, you said Namjoon. Are you mad at me?” He looked alarmed, his eyes wide. Now that you looked at him closely, he didn’t seem to be doing too well either. His eyes seemed sunken behind his glasses, the crease between his eyebrow deep, and his stubble growing out more than you’d ever seen. You wondered if he got much sleep after you dozed off this morning. He even seemed skinnier somehow, though you chalk that up to your imagination.

“No baby I’m not mad at you. Just stop… obsessing. I’m fine. I swear.” You cupped his face with your working hand, thumb circling his cheekbones in an effort to relax him. He leaned in closing his eyes.

“Oh… oh. I just want to show you I love you. You know like you do…” He mumbled in a slight pout, averting your gaze.

“What are you talking about?”

“You always take care of me when I’m down. I want to take care of you.” You felt your heart glow in your chest. Sometimes you forget how much you love this man, but sometimes he says things that, for a lack of a better analogy, punch you in the face, reminding you why you love him. You wrap your arm around his waist, nuzzling your face into his chest, as he tentatively puts his arm around your head.

“You don’t need to deep clean my kitchen to take care of me babe. Just sit next to me. Let���s watch a movie.” You lean away from his chest to tell him, trying to tug his unmovable body towards the living room.

“Are you sure? I’m almost done. Just this one stain…” He lets go of you to grab the wipe again, only for you to pull at his hand.

“Joon. Leave it.” You say sternly, holding his hand as you lean up. “Kiss me.”

“What? No. You’re hurt.” He moves back and you have to convince your irrational feelings that he wasn’t rejecting you, he was worried about you.

“If it hurts, I’ll tell you.”

“No you won’t. I know you.”

“Joonie!” you whine and he relents, although it’s not a kiss you were hoping for. He settles for a series of small pecks against your lips, so light that you barely felt him. Sure even puckering your lips was slightly painful but you were annoyed, rolling your eyes at his lame attempt. And this was the man who had spanked you so hard once that you couldn’t sit without wincing for two days. The audacity.

Before you could protest he walked with you to the living room and turned on Netflix. Picking a brainless comedy, you forced him to lie down on your lap and even before the title had come up he was asleep.

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“What wrong baby?” Namjoon came from the studio to find you lying on the ground still dressed in your pajamas with half your hair tied lopsidedly as you whined at seemingly no one, ignoring Moni as he licked your face. If he wasn’t worried that you somehow fell, he would find the sight of you throwing a tantrum like a toddler adorable.

It had been three days since you returned from the hospital, but Namjoon hadn’t seen you looking this dejected before. You had been completely normal on Sunday, even agreeing to the guys coming over for dinner so they could apologize for their behaviour at the hospital. You had riffed like usual, making fun of Jin and Yoongi as they cooked even though it seemed like you itched to get in the kitchen and help, even getting especially giddy as your childhood dream of getting a cast signed by your friends was fulfilled. The next two days, despite everyone’s insistence you had returned to work, working from home. Fortunately Harry and Siwon had rescheduled or taken over all your client meetings to lighten your load. Namjoon had returned to work too but made sure to text you throughout the day and had spent every night with you, regardless of your protests of being an “independent woman that needs no man”.

“I hate this! I’m so frustrated! I feel useless and gross!” you whined as you thrash around on the floor comically with the biggest pout he had ever seen you sport. Dropping his bag near the door and trying not to chuckle at your cute behaviour, Namjoon walked over to you kneeling next to you.

“Aww baby come here” He opened his arms invitingly as you sat up, only for you to sit crossed leg in front of him to begin your rant. Moni moves between your legs and you scratch his head absent-mindedly.

“No! I can’t attend any meetings till my face doesn’t look like fight club, I can’t shower for two more days, I can’t cook because of this dumbass arm, I can’t even tie my hair! TIE MY HAIR, JOON. I’M UGLY, USELESS AND DISGUSTING. Please leave me in my misery.”

Your face turned red as you continued listing minor inconveniences that your broken arm bestowed upon you as Namjoon made his way behind you and put his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder in an effort to calm you down. Instantly you relax, huffing as you leaned into his chest. Today has been tough for you. You had spent two hours on a call relaying your game plan for a potential client to Harry and walking him through his nerves about the meeting, which drained you mentally. Your laptop had restarted two times without warning, your roomba had gotten stuck under the couch and you couldn’t reach for it, you had almost fallen in the toilet because the seat was up, you ran out of coffee, and to top it all off it took you ages to write anything with your left hand alone. You felt miserable and dejected.

“You’re beautiful. My slightly stir-crazy, extremely capable, beautiful girlfriend.” Namjoon kissed your cheek as you turned your head to scowl at him, not buying his flattery. He traced your features gently. He wasn’t lying, even with your face patchy with your yellowing bruise and a scab on your lip, you were beautiful to him and he felt his heart swell the longer he looked at your face. He still had trouble believing that you were with him.

“You’re only saying that cause you love me.” You whisper softly as you avert his gaze before starting to whine again as you adjusted your sling. “Ugh I just want to eat McDonald’s and die.”

“Not going to let you die, but let’s get nuggets.”

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“Baby I got us Chinese!” Namjoon called out as he walked in your home, hands full of takeout. Hearing no answer he called out again to hear your voice coming from the bedroom.

“Joonie! Crawl under here!” He saw you emerge clumsily from the floor, cast pulled close to your chest, as he entered the room where you had piled the blankets between the edge of the bed and the chairs that you had brought near it. “I made us a fort!”

Your giggles made his heart sing as he grinned and crawled under the fort, taking care not to knock it down. You had brought the lamp from the side table under as well, lighting the small space with a soft glow. He could barely sit up, his height making it difficult not to knock down your creation so he opted for laying down, his head on your thigh as you played with his hair. He sighed in content. It felt somewhat meditative sitting in silence with you under the many sheets, the pile of soft pillows in the corner adding extra coziness.

Soon you’re laying side by side, your fingers intertwined as you bounced your hands against each other. You were both looking at the makeshift comforter ceiling, soft smiles on your faces.

“Why the sudden fort?” Namjoon asks after a while, almost in a whisper, not wanting to break the spell of comfort you both were under.

“I don’t know… It’s stupid.” He turns on his side to face you, cupping your face to make you look at him. It’s the look he always gives you whenever you doubt yourself. A look that says I’m here for you, I’ll never judge you. “I used to build these when I was a kid and missed my mom… I guess I’m feeling kind of homesick. I know it’s dumb.” You chuckle a little at how childish your comments seemed. You were almost thirty and talking about missing your mom.

Namjoon hadn’t thought of this before - the fact that Seoul wasn’t truly your home. Sure you had introduced your mom to him over Skype a few times but he thought about how much he missed Seoul when on tour, did you miss Toronto that way too? You always seemed so content in Seoul, so content with your friends that he never thought about how your family wasn’t there.

“We can go visit home if you want?” He kisses your lips chastely as he continues, his nose nuzzling yours. “I can take a few days off. I’d like to meet your mom in person.”

“We don’t have to. I’m just being a baby.” You laughed as you moved closer and he put his arm under your head to pull you into his chest. You knew this bout was homesickness was temporary, but Namjoon’s words made your heart glow in your chest. It had been two weeks since your attack and although Namjoon had been a rock, helping you with everything from ensuring that you ate to shaving your under arms, you were nostalgic about when you were sick during high school and your mom would take the day off work to take you on a drive, buying you ice cream and snacks that definitely did not help your illness. His idea wasn’t a bad one but with how your injury had messed up your work schedule, you didn’t think you could take time off for a while, and you told him as much. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence again after that, dinner forgotten on the kitchen counter, as you laid under the blankets soaking in the cozy atmosphere.

Caressing your hip slowly where your shirt ended, Namjoon cleared his throat slightly, breaking the spell before he spoke in another whisper. “I could be your home… if you want.”

Moving your head from his chest you look up to find him gazing at you with a soft smile as he turns on his side again. You follow suit, the fingers of your uninjured hand tracing his chest where it stuck between the two of you. Your heart beat faster as you slowly comprehended what he meant, but you still needed him to clarify. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want to move in together?” Namjoon was nervous - more nervous than he had been on your first date, more nervous than he had been when he asked you to be his girlfriend, more nervous than he had been after your first fight. The last two weeks had been some of his favourite with you, regardless of the circumstances that landed him there. He liked coming home to you every night, arguing over what to have for dinner, waking up each morning with his arms around you. You technically didn’t need him around anymore, your schedule was back to normal and you were more than used to navigating with one hand, but he didn’t want to go back to seeing you once or twice a week. How could he do that when he could see you everyday? The domesticity of your morning routines of coffee and reading the news together that had once scared him, were things he craved now. He even loved your playlist of the week startling him awake.

Your prolonged silence made his heart race as he bit his lip in anticipation. Before he could take back his question with a joke, you kissed him. Your lips molded around his tenderly as you took his lower lip between yours, relishing his strawberry lip balm. You break the kiss to whisper a soft yes, barely audible over the sound of your heart in your ears, and Namjoon couldn’t help breaking into a fit of giggles, his forehead against yours as he pulled you closer. He tried to control his reaction but the happiness flowing through him made him feel like he was floating.

“And they were roommates!” You made the dated reference as you giggled along with him.

“You are such a dork. I love you.” He said as he brought his lips back on yours.

“Yeah, your dork!”

“All mine.” He smiled, his eyes disappearing as his cheeks hurt from the joy he felt.

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The Proposal | Chapter Six

The Proposal Masterlist

Summary: Proposal™ au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that he’s genuinely engaged to a woman he works with

Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of alcohol, use of the word cripple

Word Count: 2,989

The sun shined in and illuminated your face. You slept through it until the heat got too much to handle and you were suddenly blindingly aware of your headache. You should’ve drank more water the night before. You hadn’t changed out of your clothes from the night before, but that was the least of your concern.

You did your best to roll over but it didn’t protect you and eventually you had to realize sleeping wasn’t an option. You got up to take a shower before the realization hit you that you just slept in the same bed as your boss. It felt more personal than having kissed him at the party to prove a point. No one forced you two to share the bed, there had been no wandering eyes.

Ivar looked so peaceful in his sleep. You stood by the bed, staring at his face for entirely too long. It was one of the rare opportunities you had to just appreciate how beautiful he was. It didn’t hurt that he had softened up some the night before. Not enough to be considered a soft person, but in comparison to his usual antics he was. He had apologized too. But that was the alcohol talking.

At some point you realized it was all too creepy to stand by the bed and watch Ivar sleep. You wanted to take a shower but another thought crossed your mind: Ivar. He drank more than you had and you didn’t feel particularly good. You shuffled through a medicine cabinet for the next few minutes and grabbed a glass of water.

It was second nature to do things for him anyways. Besides, all he would do is complain if you didn’t. You were doing it for yourself. Mostly… you also had the quiet hope that maybe he’d stay nicer if you helped. You placed the stuff on the counter next to the bed and picked up the cane, you paused at his braces. You didn’t know much about it but you had the feeling he probably shouldn’t have slept in that. The issue was that touching it was a big no go.

You undressed and entered the shower. What you needed was the warm water to distract you from your hangover, but what you ended up doing was thinking. Ivar probably put up a lot more walls and fronts than most people. They struggled to remain up when he was drinking and thinking was hard. Maybe that was cruel on your end to encourage but he seems so much calmer. There’s no way he enjoys being high strung and an asshole. He was always so angry and annoyed.

But now you had a small taste for something else he could be. It was poor taste on your part, but you liked it. It felt different. A part of you wanted to chase after that. Your life would be so much easier if you succeeded. It would make marrying him so much more tolerable.

Your shower was cut short— and by short, it lasted one hour instead of the three hours you could’ve easily spent pruning in there. The sound of Ivar groaning loudly distracting you from your thoughts. “Ivar?”

“I—,” he stopped talking for a moment and you turned off the shower. “I need help.” His voice was pained and you realized everything had hit him at once.

“Coming!” You hadn’t heard him ask for help before and it made you want to drop everything you were doing without any hesitation. It was one thing to demand stuff and another for him to admit he needed things. You dried off and threw a robe on. “I put a bunch of stuff by the bed. I don’t know what you usually take.”

Ivar rolled his torso over, grabbing at things and opening a bottle of painkillers. “Did you put these here?” His breath was labored and his eyes narrowed, but there was no anger behind it, just intent.

You nodded your head. “I woke up with a headache, I figured you’d feel worse.” His face softened up for a moment and he took a gulp of water along with some pills. “They usually take about thirty minutes to kick in—“

“I know how long they take,” his voice was stained but the pain he was in didn’t stop him from snapping at you.

You bit down on your bottom lip, holding back from snapping back. “I’m just trying to make conversation.” You chose your words carefully. You understood, on some level, the type of pain he was going through. You understood the short fuse it came with and the eagerness to find release. “I’m being nice. Don't antagonize me.”

Ivar tried to sit up and undo the braces but struggled. You sat down on the edge of the bed and wordlessly started to undo them when his hand quickly reached down and went over yours. You paused, your eyes quickly finding his. “What are you doing?” He asked. There was a panic behind his voice.

“I’m— you wanted them off, right?” You weren’t going to push a touchy subject but it wasn’t good to keep them in forever.

He stared at you, conflicted. “I don’t want you to— well I—“ the conversation was constantly at a stop and go. Neither of you were good at navigating even normal conversations together, let alone one about this. “Fine.” He took a deep breath and tilted his head.

You undid the braces easily, being gentle about it. You didn’t know his level of pain or which areas were sensitive and if any weren’t. “Does it hurt,” your voice was quiet as you watched him. He didn’t seem capable of looking at you.

“Not anymore than they already did.”

“You just look stressed.” You sat and stared at his face. Ivar didn’t seem capable of movement. Maybe it was just pain.

Ivar took a deep breath and then sighed. “People don't usually react well to it. I guess I just don’t want to know what you look like when you do.”

Your face fell and your mouth parted as you tried to figure out what to say. You guessed that he’d been told everything you wanted to say already. If he heard them a hundred times and still felt this way it wouldn’t change. “You told me you don’t care what other people think. In the bathroom, the day you proposed.”

“You already know I do.”

“You’re not good at hiding it, Ivar. It’s why I told you the office sided with you. I never judged you for stuff like this, it seems pointless. I do judge you when you go around asking like an asshole,” you teased. “So why would I start now?”

Ivar chuckled quietly in response. “I don’t know. I can’t fire you anymore? You had a lot of things you wanted to say about me but never did until now.”

Fair enough, you shrugged. “And it’s always a direct result of you being a jerk. But I care about you regardless in some capacity. If I didn’t I would’ve stayed in the shower.”

“Did you just get out of the shower?”

“I— yes.”

Ivar winced as he sat up in the bed. His back against the headboard. He just noticed you were wearing a robe. “Are you naked under there,” a smirk cracked on his face.

“N—No,” your face was immediately flushed at the mention of it. Your hand went back to the robe. You should’ve just let him struggle.

Ivar raised an eyebrow. “So you shower with your clothes on?” He laughed at the idea of it.

“Fine! I am. But it’s rude to ask a lady if she’s secretly naked,” you were flustered as you laughed. “I got worried! What was I supposed to do, leave you?”

“I would’ve,” he shrugged.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” you gave him a pointed look. There was no way he meant that. Please. The thought echoed in your mind.

But you didn’t get an answer as he glanced down at his slack covered legs. No braces. “How’d you do that so easily? Don't tell me your stalker work extended to stuff like this.”

It never felt relevant to mention why until now, since he asked. “I used to play on my college soccer team until I completely fucked my ACL, and my meniscus, and shattered my left knee. I think the poor girl I collided with got it worse, but I don’t really knkw that. It was a gnarly collision,” you reflected. “But the point is that my left leg was completely broken until graduation. I used to wear a brace like that until it started getting better.”

At the time it sucked but Ivar made you realize you were lucky it was a temporary thing. “I have scars but I doubt they compare much to whatever you’ve got,” you laughed. “So I wasn’t about to start bitching back when you got rude. Cause I get it, it hurts.”

Your leg bounced nervously as you watched him. Ivar didn’t say much, his blue eyes locked on your face. “It’s a little rude of you to heal,” he decided to say. Your face scrunched up in confusion. “We could’ve been crippled buddies, but you had to go be some loser who can walk,” he laughed.

Your body relaxed at his laugh and you found yourself laughing too. “You’re totally right. I’m so sorry, Ivar. I’ll do better next time.”

It was a dumb thing to joke about but it felt nice. “Can I see your scar? I’d like to make fun of it,” he nodded his head to your bouncing leg.

You stopped bouncing it and swallowed. “Well. As you astutely pointed out earlier— I’m naked, Ivar.” Your eyes were wide. There was no real reason to feel nervous about that.

“If that was your way of convincing me it was a bad idea, rest assured it had the opposite effect,” he immediately closed his mouth. You stared at each other for a moment longer until there was a knock at the door.

“I’m gonna go get dressed,” you smiled faintly as you got up. His mother entered the room and started to talk to Ivar. You couldn’t hear much of the conversation behind a closed door. Not that you could think much about it either. That cheeky bastard.

—

“I’m an absolute God at Mario Kart. You’re going to have to be a hacker if you want to beat me,” you smiled as kindly as you could manage. But your anger and determination was real.

Ivar was bed ridden, fair enough. You kinda liked the idea of just staying in bed the whole day. The honesty from earlier couldn’t be brought back due to an intruder, Hvitserk. Honestly, you liked him a lot more before learning he thought you were a gold digger. But it made more sense than reality.

Hivtserk was sitting on the floor, his back pressed against the foot of the bed. Everyone had a controller in hand as he set up Mario Kart. “I’m still amazed Ivar let you in his bed at all,” he admitted.

“I’m his fiancée. He ought to,” you teased. You glanced at Ivar who rolled his eyes. You remember his earlier comment ‘you can stay on the floor’. “Besides, it’s utterly massive.”

You were quick to select Waluigi and found that Ivar got annoyed at the selection. “Ivar always picks Waluigi,” Hivtserk laughed.

“Aww, is that why he’s pouting?” You could be nasty when it comes to competition. “Learn to share or pick a new character. Because if you’re marrying me then I get Waluigi.” Your face was so serious about the topic.

“How is that fair!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. “You have such youngest-sibling energy! You’re a baby!” You cooed as you reached over, knowing that Ivar had to tolerate it.

But if you could play at that game then he could join. Your hand tried to touch his face and he used it as an excuse to pull you over and kissed you for a brief moment. It was your fault for establishing it was okay by doing it last night, but it didn’t stop your face from heating up as you pulled back. “I thought that’d shut you up.”

You glanced back to the screen, staying quiet for a moment. Why did that make your heart race when you knew he did it for show and prove you two were dating. This was especially true because his brother was here and already didn’t trust you. Hivtserk laughed at your response, “if only Ivar was so easy to silence.”

It threw you off. You got 5th place the first race and kicked yourself for it. “I thought you were supposed to be a God,” Ivar mocked.

Your eyes narrowed, “we have 4 more races. You won’t win another.” It brought back your competitive spirit as you focused on how annoyed you were. Anger was a good driving force and the game was a beautiful distraction.

Four games later and you smirked in self satisfaction at the top of the podium. “I told you, Ivar. You wouldn’t win another.” Hvitserk was just lucky to place considering how often he crashed. “I went easy on you since you already lost your character.”

“Oh shut up. Race me again.”

“I could still win!” Hvitserk insisted.

“You couldn’t even beat the simulation,” you snorted. “How can you beat me, let alone Ivar?”

—

The three of you played games, straying away from conversations. Others occasionally stopped by to try and talk but most left Ivar alone. They knew what he was usually like on his bad days but he was handling it better than usual. They blamed you but you knew better.

“They seem to really care about you,” you noted the moment you were alone with him.

“They’re family,” Ivar rolled his eyes, “they have to care.”

You nodded your head. “Still. You have people who do.” You were used to being alone by now. Seeing people in mass care like that was nice. You had friends but it was hard to hang out, you worked too much.

Ivar glanced at you, “well. They’ll care about you too.”

“For three years,” she snorted, “meanwhile Hvitserk thinks I’m a gold digger.” You weren’t sure why you cared as much as you did. But it felt personal to talk about. It wasn’t fun. Ivar looked away after your comment and ran his fingers through his hair. “We should set some ground rules,” you spoke up after a moment.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t expect you to kiss me earlier— I mean it’s fine. I kissed you last night. But I didn’t realize we’d just… do that now,” you bit your bottom lip. “It was smart. It makes us look real.”

He nodded his head slowly, “yeah well. I figured that was the goal.” It didn’t feel honest but you didn’t dare press it. Or maybe you were just wanting him to be lying.

“So, do we just dive deep into it? Hand holding, an occasional kiss, that kind of stuff? Just while they’re around,” you were quick to reassure. All of this felt like things that should’ve been addressed a long time ago.

Ivar shrugged and nodded his head again. “If my family is going to be interviewed I want them to believe it.”

“Then stop being a jerk then. To me at least,” you rushed. “Because you’ve been fine today but by now we both know I won’t back down. It just makes us look suspicious to be fighting and arguing all the time.”

To some extent you just liked him better like this. It was fun when his insults were over a dumb video game and not aimed at you not having a family. “Fair enough,” he agreed. “But— I want Waluigi next time.” A dumb trade, and one you didn’t want to make. You hesitated to agree to it and his eyebrow raised with great interest. “Does he matter that much to you?”

“I just hate conceding.”

Ivar snorted. “Maybe you’re more like me than you’d like to admit.”

“No I’m not!” You put your hand over your mouth after you said it.

“And you’re stubborn too,” Ivar tsked, shaking his head in shame at you. “If you were the boss I bet they’d call you a tyrant too.”

“You know about that?” You had assumed he didn’t. It just seemed like a thing he would’ve called out.

“Of course I know,” he rolled his eyes from where he sat on the bed. “I just ignore it. I’m used to people not liking me.”

“I like you,” you said instantly. It was the first time you vocalized the idea but it came natural in the moment. “When you aren’t trying to make me not like you, I like you.”

Ivar’s face got red and he scowled and looked away. “Well don’t.” It lacked the bite he usually had. It was hard to take seriously.

“Because you don’t care, right? Oh wait— you admitted that was a lie this morning. Why lie now?”

Ivar didn’t have anywhere to go after that. “It’s easier. This feeling is temporary. You’ll change your mind. I’d rather not feel worse about it later. You just think you like me.”

Your face softened and you sighed gently. “I’ve had more than enough time to develop a hatred of you. I think I’d know if me liking you as fake. We could be friends if you didn’t try so hard not to be.”

“Friends,” Ivar repeated and nodded his head. “You’re right. That’s what we could be.” His reply seemed off.

“Well then…” you trailed off. “Can we?”

“Can we what,” he asked, tired already.

“Be friends. I want to be your friend.”

He hesitated, his eyes narrowed at your face. “Fine. Maybe— it’s worth a shot at least.”

—

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Hi Bunnie! Can I please have a drabble where Taichi, Tenma, and Juza (basically the Ō High trio) are caught up in a big argument with their soft!s/o and how they make up afterwards? So basically angst with hints of fluff at the end. Thank you so much!

ah... angst is my favorite trope to write! thank you so much for this request~ i just know i’m gonna have so much #Fun ✨! i hope you enjoy it, have a great rest of your day and i love you!!! (･ω<)☆

summary: love is a choice, not a feeling

warnings: angst, arguments, anxiety, blood, break–up(?), bruises, falling out of love, fighting, lying, mental illness, panic attack, physical violence

author’s note: each of three (3) stories follow lyrics to who by lauv ft. bts !! ♡ making this a song fic :D none of taichi, tenma, or juza’s storys align with one another in the same universe, fyi! please be conscious of tw warnings listed above and know you are loved no matter what *ଯ( ॢᵕ꒶̮ᵕ)ॢഒ*♡ + dialogue from tenma’s part follows iu & oh hyuk’s conversation in the song, “can’t love you anymore” for anyone curious :)

word count: 1,438 (taichi), 1,114 (tenma), 1,235 (juza)

music: i don’t know – seventeen (taichi), can’t love you anymore – iu ft. oh hyuk (tenma), if you do – got7 (juza)

who.

🍁🛹 nanao taichi

OUTLINES OF YOUR EYES AND VISIONS OF YOU

I THINK I NEED A MINUTE

TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IS, WHAT ISN’T

Inferiority, that was what Taichi fell victim to. It didn’t matter where he was or what he did, Taichi would never change to be good enough. Not for the stage, not for Mankai, and... not for you. How could you love Taichi when he couldn’t even love himself?

You had no reason to love him, not after all he’s done, not when he couldn’t be more. Even when Taichi was lacking, you still chose him time and time again. But, why? You had to have some ulterior motive, some plan, some elaborate scheme, to use him—to break him like he deserved.

With time came paranoia, and with that came distrust. No matter how much his heart beat for you, Taichi’s overwhelming fears paralyzed him to the point of no return. What was real? What wasn’t? Did you love him for who he was, or who you thought he was?

Who was Nanao Taichi? Who were you?

THESE CHOICES AND VOICES,

THEY’RE ALL IN MY HEAD

After all, was it really okay for Taichi to do this? To accept this love even when he didn’t believe he deserved it? Was it okay for Taichi to wholeheartedly say “I love you” first even if he was aware you could have anyone else? Being in love with you was both a blessing and a curse, because while it was the happiest he had ever been, Taichi was afraid it was all a lie.

Taichi didn’t know if he’d be able to recover if you ended up leaving. Pathetic, right? He woke up every morning searching for comfort and peace in your presence, and fell asleep every night to dream of your existence. You were his source of love in all aspects of any reality, no matter where he found himself. What would happen if you disappeared one day and never came back? What would Taichi do?

Could a person like him be in love like this? Taichi couldn’t help but begin to doubt your intentions even if his heart knew you would never be a bad person like that. Taichi’s insecurities had taken over his mindset for the worse, and its effects on your relationship was becoming more and more parasitic by the day. Both of you could see it even if it took a while for anyone to acknowledge it.

When the argument happened, it was a long awaited conversation meant to be had.

SOMETIMES YOU MAKE ME FEEL CRAZY

SOMETIMES I SWEAR I THINK YOU HATE ME LIKE

You found Taichi at his breaking point. Where the thoughts became too loud, where he couldn’t hear you over his own anxiety. Even if Taichi was your boyfriend, it almost felt like he was a stranger with how little you saw him. Every excuse in the book was used just so he wouldn’t see you, and you wanted to know why once and for all what was wrong.

You soon found out everything that made up Taichi was wrong. You nearly didn’t recognize him, tired and unable to fake a smile as well as before. His room reflected his chaotic state of mind, messy and unorganized with no coherence whatsoever. Taichi sat at his desk, mindlessly fidgeting with a yo–yo with his eyes blankly staring ahead. Minature origami surrounded every surface to his name, and you realized how severe Taichi’s mental health had become.

A pang of pain struck your heart when you called his name, only for Taichi to not respond. It took a moment before Taichi shot up, stumbling out of his chair to greet you with an exhausted grin. Taichi held up his arms, about to give you a hug like always. “O–Oh! I didn’t see you there! I thought we had our date tomorrow—”

“Taichi, are you okay?”

Taichi’s smile wavered then fell, his fist clenching around his plastic yo–yo so hard to the point you questioned how it didn’t crack. His knuckles were white and his eyes anxiously watched for every little change in your facial expression, as if waiting for some sign of anger.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” Taichi lied through his teeth, moving forward to put his hand on yours. You moved back, and that seemed to put him on the edge, making Taichi almost feel betrayed by your hesitation.

“We... we haven’t seen each other in so long... You always cancel on me, saying you have practice. What is this, then? Have you even been going to rehearsal?” You snapped, all your frustrations of being ghosted boiling over. As you began pacing the room, you narrowly missed the clothes strewn on the floor and knick knacks Taichi must’ve fidgeted with.

“N–No, but...” Taichi gulped, pulling at his dirty shirt collar, willing himself to breathe. Did it suddenly get so difficult to find air? Any other time, Taichi would’ve made a joke about how you made him breathless, but his heart was pounding too fast and everything was dizzying. Before Taichi could ask you to stand still and give his head a break, you kept going, not able to keep it together anymore.

“Why have you been ignoring me? It’s okay if you need space, but, let me know! One day, you just disappeared and never came back.” “But, I’m right here.” “No, you’re not. Not, as the Taichi I know.”

Silence hung over you two uncomfortably, the atmosphere tense. The moment you turned to leave, Taichi broke.

I NEED A WALK, I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE

‘CAUSE I NEED TO KNOW

“Who said you knew me?”

You paused, holding onto the door knob before slowly turning, meeting Taichi’s eyes. “Do you actually love me? Or, am I some charity case to you?” Taichi laughed, but it was humorless like everything was to him recently. You were quick to respond, but Taichi was faster, letting everything tormenting his mind out into the real world.

“The moment I’m not who you dreamt of, I’m in the wrong. It’s my fault, I know! Goddamn it, I know!” Taichi’s voice cracked as he fell back into his desk chair, trying to maintain his breathing to be even despite the tears. “I love you, so much. But, do you feel the same? How do I know you’re not lying? Why would anyone choose to love me? I don’t... I don’t deserve you, even if I love you.”

When you rushed in front of him, recognizing the signs of a panic attack, Taichi fell forward to grip your shirt, his fists shaking and head bowed low. Taking in a shuddering sob, Taichi tried to focus on the sound of your voice to be okay.

“I... I never wanted you to see me like this. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” Taichi cried after suppressing his emotions after so long of feeling numb. You rested your hands on his shoulder, trying your best to encourage him to breathe.

“Taichi, it’s okay. Can you hear me?” You asked, to which Taichi feebly nodded with his eyes squeezed shut. “Okay, can you please breathe after me?” You exaggerated your deep breaths in and out, eventually helping Taichi to mimic your pattern and stabilizing his anxiety for the moment.

Taichi thought when worst came to worst, you would already be gone. You didn’t run away even when Taichi’s anxiety got the best of him, you stayed. Taichi clung onto you a little bit tighter at that thought, even if he didn’t need to.

Maybe, you did love him.

After a while, you pulled back and Taichi’s arms automatically looked for you. Taichi hid his face in your shirt again, exhaling quietly at your warmth. You ruffled his hair affectionately, petting it softly to remind him you were there. Taichi was still somewhat shaking, drained from the panic attack and how strong it was.

“Taichi, I’m going to take a walk, okay?” When Taichi raised his head, eyes wide at the fear of you using this as a reason to leave, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“I’ll come back, I promise. When I do, let’s talk about everything. No more secrets, okay?” You reasoned, making Taichi eventually nod. You two linked pinkies, making it a promise that this was a new start for both of you.

Right before you closed the door, Taichi called out to you, weakly smiling. “I love you.” You didn’t hesitate to respond, knowing your love for Nanao Taichi to be true. “I love you, too.”

Taichi believed you this time.

🌻☀️ sumeragi tenma

WHO ARE YOU?

‘CAUSE YOU’RE NOT THE PERSON I FELL IN LOVE WITH, BABY

“Hello?”

Tenma could tell it was you on the other end of the line, with your heartbreaking silence ruining the city for him. Leaning his head on the glass of the taxi window, Tenma watched the dazzling and glamorous skyscrapers pass by slowly in the late night traffic. While the driver tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, the star power of Japan’s biggest idols were advertised in every billboard high in the sky. Tenma waited for your answer to his sighed greeting, catching his own face smirking back at him from a commercial playing near by.

“Where are you?” You finally asked, your voice just the same as Tenma’s: exhausted. What had you done all day that made you this tired? Even Tenma didn’t know... weren’t boyfriends supposed to know? Tenma looked around, lost in the middle of Tokyo, a city that he could never keep up with despite being born in the center of it all.

“In a taxi.”

“Are you almost home?” Your voice cracked towards the end, and Tenma quickly sat up once he realized something was wrong. Before he could ask what happened, Tenma suddenly leaned his head back onto the seat, closing his eyes. He couldn’t bear to accept what he had done—or, not done—this late into the evening.

“Oh god, I’m sorry.”

WHO ARE YOU?

‘CAUSE SOMETHING HAS CHANGED

“For what?” You both knew the answer, however. Tenma couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. The date displayed upon the dashboard of the cab seemed to remind Tenma of everything he had done wrong. It was your one–year anniversary, and Tenma had forgotten until now.

“Just, for everything.” Tenma forced out, his visage suddenly no longer the splitting image of teen fame anymore. He looked much more normal, no longer sporting a wealthy air to him but rather a troubled kid with the public eye watching his every move. Luckily, no paparazzi stood outside his vehicle’s tinted windows, flashing their cameras to publish any negative headlines. Instead, it was just Tenma, his taxi driver, and you waiting for him at home.

“Please come home, Ten.” You whispered, sounding like you were begging for this one small thing from him out of his busy schedule. Tenma ran his hand through his hair, trying not to lash out and hit the closest thing around him. He didn’t need a scandal to his name, especially since that meant ruining your reputation and Tenma had already made you hurt enough. Acting like the perfect romantic boyfriend was so, so easy on screen... how come he couldn’t do it in real life?

“Why should I?” Tenma angrily retorted, and that’s when he knew he made the biggest mistake of his life. You couldn’t hide it this time, and a pained cry was muffled behind your phone as you tried to not care as much. Tenma didn’t know why he snapped at you when all he felt was frustration and shame at himself.

“Am I not a good enough reason to stay?”

“Of course you are—”

“Then, why won’t you come home?”

“...”

“Do you love me?”

I do, but I don’t deserve you. “I left my wallet back at the studio. I might not make it back tonight.”

YOU’RE NOT THE SAME

I HATE IT

“Goodnight, then.”

“Tenma, wait—by the way... Nevermind.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t think we’re in love anymore, Tenma.”

Tenma opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling of the taxi as it slowly moved forward. Why was it so blurry? Tenma thought, pulling his hand back only reveal a tear upon his finger. He was crying in public, how could a Sumeragi do this? But, Tenma couldn’t stop, he simply just dropped his cell phone into the seats and listened for the click of the call ending. It came after a few moments or so, and Tenma could feel a pair of eyes glancing at him from the review mirror.

Before Tenma could tell him he couldn’t do autographs at the moment, the driver silently passed him a tissue. Tenma took it gratefully, trying not to sob in front of a complete stranger. The driver seemed satisfied before he turned off the radio in the background, clearing his throat before speaking.

“What’s the matter, son? Do you want to talk?” He asked, but it didn’t sound ill–intentioned like an interviewer. It held a fatherly tone, one that automatically made Tenma want to trust him. Taking a minute to compose himself, Tenma slowly began retelling what had happened during his most recent call, his hands still shaking from the aftermath. As traffic stalled, the driver listened to Tenma’s relationship problems carefully before sighing, tapping his fingers against the wheel.

“Boy, how old are you?”

“Sixteen, sir.”

“You are too young to be this heartbroken.” The driver said, pausing to turn and gesture for the car to pass them. “Well, first thing’s first, do you love them?”

“With all my heart, sir.” Tenma responded without hesitation, knowing his love for you was truth.

“Then, why didn’t you say so back then?” The driver commented exasperatedly, his old wisdom and infinite experience with relationships making Tenma’s boyish actions seem like child’s play. Tenma sighed, putting his face in his hands as he admitted the inevitable that had been eating away at him for a while now.

I’M SICK OF WAITING FOR LOVE

I KNOW YOU’RE NOT THE ONE

“They deserve better. All I can give them is love, but, even I can’t do that right. What if I’m not the one for them even if I love them?”

“Listen, boy, and listen good. They love you for one reason only: because it’s you. They chose to love you, not anyone else. You may not be the future, but you’re the one right now. Isn’t that enough?”

Tenma truly took in the words, feeling a sense of comfort he didn’t know he needed after all this time. Without wasting a second, Tenma rapidly passed a large sum of bills with the most excessive tip ever, profusely thanking the driver. Before the taxi driver could refuse such money from a young teen, Tenma opened the car door and left, slamming it shut with random adrenaline.

The driver stuck his head out the window, yelling down the street, “Where the hell are you going, kid?!”. Tenma looked over his shoulder, already halfway down the sidewalk with his phone screen open to your contact. He smiled, not his classic Sumeragi grin, but a true, genuine smile filled with hope to make things right.

“To go celebrate my one year anniversary!”

🍁🍰 hyodo juza

FEELIN’ HYPTONIZED BY THE WORDS THAT YOU SAID

DON’T LIE TO ME, JUST GET IN MY HEAD

Juza hated everything to do with fighting. You could never count on Juza to throw the first punch, to start something with someone, to look for trouble anytime. Yet, you couldn’t help but despise his violence, even if it was provoked.

Juza had too many scars on his fists to forget his reputation around O High, but he didn’t mean to hurt anybody. Especially, not you. But, how could Juza say that when he came to see you after every back end alley way fight? It hurt you to see your boyfriend like this, used as some entertainment for no good thugs. Juza fell to the bait every single time, no matter what you said to convince him otherwise.

Juza promised he’d never hurt you, but how could he keep getting into physical fights like this?

WHEN THE MORNING COMES, YOU’RE STILL IN MY BED

BUT IT’S SO, SO COLD

You couldn’t sleep last night, not when Juza showed up at your door, bruised and dazed. You knew how strong of a fighter Juza was, so his opponent must’ve been formidable if he could barely find his way to your house. It was too late for a school night, but here he was, finally deciding to ask you for help.

“Sorry, I wouldn’t have come, but...” Juza raised his hand, the bandage messily done and already falling off. Juza was always amatuer at first aid for some reason, and you could see the rough cuts underneath the blood–stained cloth. You couldn’t leave him alone at god knows what hour, so you invited him inside.

Juza made sure to never let it become a habit to rely on you, so you helped out whenever you could, even if it pained you to see him so hurt like this. Underneath the yellow bathroom light barely illuminating the cramped space, you rummaged in your cabinets for the first aid kit as Juza sat on the closed toilet, fidgeting with his school uniform jacket.

When your eyes lingered on the torn hem of his blazer for a moment too long, he ducked his head to focus on your bathtub curtain. “Better not to ask.” Juza simply stated, and you believed him. You held in a sigh and took out the minature white box to start working.

Juza didn’t flinch whenever you disinfected his wounds, and you wondered how much pain he really felt. When you asked him to stay (more for your sake than his), Juza agreed and thanked you softly. Seeing such a sweet boy bandaged in your bathroom nearly made you cry, so you just nodded and kissed the band aid by his lips.

Juza waited until you were fully asleep until he closed his eyes. “I’m sorry.” Juza whispered out loud.

You woke up to Juza still sleeping, his breath quiet and arm wrapped around you gently. You were about to smile, but you couldn’t bring yourself to after seeing his bruises had gotten even worse.

How could you keep doing this when it took everything in you not to cry from Juza getting hurt?

WHO ARE YOU?

‘CAUSE YOU’RE NOT THE PERSON I FELL IN LOVE WITH, BABY

Juza didn’t come to you after that. Perhaps Juza knew how affected you were by his late night challenges, or he couldn’t wake up to your disappointment anymore, but he was gone. During the day, you attended classes with O High’s delinquent as usual. However, after school hours weren’t yours anymore. It must’ve been hierarchy season, where arrogant boys thought they had a shot against the Hyodo Juza.

Even if Juza didn’t come by anymore, you still couldn’t sleep. How could you when all you thought about was if Juza was okay? Did he make it back to the Mankai dorms that night? Who’s making sure he’s okay? Is he even okay? Every time you closed your eyes for a split second, you’d see Juza’s gentle smile with a band aid on the corner of his lips. Day became night and it was all the same, since you were awake to experience it all.

You kicked off your blankets, throwing your pillow off your face as it landed with a thud on the other side of your pitch black room. Turning on your phone screen, your tired gaze read the time of 1 A.M. Juza was surely still awake, it wouldn’t hurt to just call him... right? You unlocked it as your finger hovered over Juza’s contact, hesitating.

What would you even say? That you missed him? Did Juza even miss you? You called Juza anyways, anxiously listening to the rings go through before hitting voicemail. Juza always answered your calls before... what happened?

“Meet me soon. We need to talk, you know where to find me.”

WHO ARE YOU?

‘CAUSE SOMETHING HAS CHANGED, YOU’RE NOT THE SAME, I HATE IT

You were right to bring your first aid kit.

Behind the fence was a sunset casting a boy’s shadow across the pavement. Juza hopped the gate easily, landing beside you and avoiding your judgement in the process. You knew exactly why—all because of that unmistakable mark on his face. He couldn’t even hide it.

“Heard your voicemail. Is everything okay?” Juza roughly cleared his throat, settling to lean next to you. You shook your head, unable to find the words in the moment. You just held your hand out and Juza’s put his on top of it automatically, fingers tensing before holding yours. When Juza squeezed your hand once, you wished he could be with you forever, away from all that violence and high school fights.

“You didn’t answer my call. Why?” You questioned, straight to the point. Juza never lied to you, so he looked away and frowned, trying to phrase it in a way so you wouldn’t worry. “Better if—” “If I don’t know, right?” You interrupted with a sharp tone. Juza winced, knowing your anger was justified.

“Juza... I’m so tired.” You started, knowing it was both physically and mentally. “I love you, but I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”

Juza’s eyes widened, standing up straight and putting both your hands in his. You shuddered and tried to keep your breath steady, looking towards the ground. You never noticed how scuffed his shoes were, you wondered what they’ve seen.

“What? I thought we were happy, I love you—”

“Do you really? Then, why do you keep fighting?”

Juza didn’t have an answer. Even he didn’t know himself.

I’M SICK OF WAITING FOR LOVE

I KNOW YOU’RE NOT THE ONE

“I can’t be with you if I don’t even know if you’re okay.”

“I always win—”

“That doesn’t matter! I just want you to be safe, why do you entertain them? What would your family think?!”

“Don’t. Don’t... bring them up.”

“Juza... this isn’t right for you. Please, give it up.”

“I can’t lose—”

“So, you’re choosing to lose me, instead?”

You didn’t wait around this time. “Call me when you change your life for the better.” You left, leaving behind a boy with a broken heart this time.

Juza stared at his hands, their surfaces uneven and calloused from all his years of violence. Something had to change, Juza couldn’t lose you.

When you received a call from Hyodo Juza, you accepted it.



[fixeddawn]

Boy do I love this blog so, so much.

Was there a New Moon in the AU? Or did Bella put a stop to that nonsense immediately.

(Spoilers for the story Clotho (The Moirai Saga) ahead, beware!)

Edward: "Okay so what had happened was-"

-Bella and Alice appear, shoving him out of the way with a squeak-

Alice: "GURL YOU KNOW HE'S STILL AN IDIOT."

Bella: "I- ugh, I tore him a new asshole when he told me he didn't actually love me, and he got me FUCKED up, but he still left. It was rough, especially when my powers started acting up and I started having panic attacks and meltdowns. The wolf pack over here is a bunch of different families, all somewhat Irish, they're descendants of the people of Ossory. Jakes grand-dad immigrated here in the 60's. Actually, OI, JACOB-"

-Jacob shoves into the room, but knocks his head on the doorframe on the way in.-

Jake: "FUCK. Finally man, the Boyz can talk!

Bella: "Eagan (Embry) Got you saying that now too, huh?"

Jake: "Ye, it's funnier. Anyway, shit happened WAY different than in the original plot line. Bella and I still got to be friends, and she hung out with my fam a lot, we have massive bonfires cause my dads the youngest of eight kids.

I helped her find her own place actually! My auntie had a 2 bedroom 2 bath house for rent cheap and she took it on the promise of painting it and shit. Of course then she got mixed up in all of our chaos, especially with the pub my dad runs in town, we got the Blacks, and the O'Clearys and the Udys, three old bloodlines. Bella actually found out about the pack by accident, I uh...I had a massive crush on her and she wasn't ready and stuff got tense and I just...poof, y'know?"

Bella: -makes exploding hand gesture- "Poof."

Jake: "Paul didn't like it at first but she became a member of the pack, we don't really imprint like...romantically, it's super rare, but mostly we imprint familial-y, Bella kept helping Emily cook and clean up and deal with a bunch of rowdy guys. (we got put to work too, don't worry) And she just meshed. She also became our field medic. It got so bad that if we weren't at The Farm, we were probably sprawled out on Bella's living room couch and floor, passed out.

Bella: "It was like snow white and the 7 goofy werewolves, it was great. Leah disliked me at first, but she still went through that thing with Sam, so she was struggling. We actually bonded over the whole "Fuck having a supernatural Ex" thing. Girls gotta support each other, you know? She and Emily also made up with a little time. When I was having my nightmares, facing all the shit that was going down alone and helpless, I told her about them. She's a professional kickboxer! She's fucking badass!! I begged her to train me and kept shoving cash at her until she let me hire her. I was USELESS at first, but she ran me hard, and eventually I could even hold my own in a fight against (human) Seth! All the while, Jake here was finding it hard to keep it in his pants, but he was really my rock, I tried to do everything I could to support him through his change and the aftermath, but it...well. You know who I married. -she cringes, Jake puts an arm around her shoulder for a rough squeeze and a small smile, obviously forgiving-

Jake: My crush was hard man, it still is low-key, (J: 👀 B: 😑) but...well, her panic attacks were still coming. And one night we were dancing, and I...well..."

Bella: "We kissed, I was so desperate to move on, feel something else, but I panicked. It wasn't right."

Jake: "She bolted from the party, ran into the woods, I remember screaming, and then this awful earsplitting sound, and a shockwave.

Bella: "....I kinda, blew down like 30 square feet of the forest around me. Thats when I realized all the popping lightbulbs and shaking surfaces weren't earthquakes...but, well, me. It was the worst panic attack I've ever had. So now, my vampire Bf dumped me, my best friend is a werewolf, and I can fuck shit up with my mind on accident when I'm highly emotional. Queue complete mental breakdown."

Jake: "...Then the redhead showed up."

Bella: "Victoria...she killed my coworker, my friend, horribly, gave him the same injuries James did to send the message. We realized she would start going after the people I was close to if she couldn't get to me. I pretty much hunkered down at The Farm after that, the pack did rounds and tried to protect so much land...I was terrified someone was going to get hurt. When she attacked The Farm, we were blindsided. She caught Seth around his chest and almost crushed him. I was terrified, I managed to use one of my "Bubbles" to blow her away from both of us so I could get him to safety and reset his ribs."

Alice: "And all 𝘐 saw was victoria closing in on Bella from above for a third of a second, when she let out her bubble, so, ofc, I thought she was dead and immediately bolted back to Pullman. Everyone else came too, Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Jasper... We were so shocked Victoria went after her and 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴.

"We found out, when we arrived at her apartment and she was still alive and being guarded by werewolves, that it was because my dumbass brother never gave her my goodbye letter, and lied to both sides about his intentions for what happened that day in the woods. He told the family he was going to tell her the truth, that he was going to take himself away from the situation and see if she couldn't move forward, if she couldn't have a human life. Not that he was going to lie to her that he "found out it was infatuation and not love" or whatever the fuck the Drama-King decided made sense. -steps hard on Edward, he squeaks mournfully-

"Emmett and Jazz were about ready to hunt him down for not giving her a way to contact the family, Esme was devastated that Bella thought we'd just abandoned her, Rose was...well, rose, and Carlisle and I were dissapointed, (mine was more on the murder side tho.)

Bella: "We really didn't think it could get much worse, but Edward's creative."

Alice: "Rose calls him to tell him Vicky killed Bella, because EMMETT NEVER FUCKING CALLED HER. Edward flies into a fucking rage tantrum and ofc, goes to italy. When I told her what was happening, Bella was 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, like, walls shaking, lightbulbs popping pissed, and tbh I kinda wanted to see her kick his twink ass."

Bella: "...The emotions were wild. Rage, betrayal, relief, fear, it was such a jumble. When we got there, saved him, and got passed the volturi, we stayed overnight- well, over𝘥𝘢𝘺 in one of the dorm room things. I was still in my funeral dress and nylons and had lost my shoes, so they let me shower and sleep. First however, I laid into Ed. I wasn't going to carry the weight of "if I accidentally die, I'm gonna be the fuckin reason Edward is taken from his family too." Especially not as a Human. I informed him he was going to come home, apologize, take his lumps, and cope. He was a grown ass man and he needed to act like one and clean up the mess he made."

Edward, from the floor, muffled: "Safe to say, I learned my lesson. My self flagellation and pity-party was immature at best, destructive at worst. I apologized to Bella and my family, and did not yet ask for forgiveness, just for the opportunity to prove that I 𝘩𝘢𝘥 learned something from all of this."

Bella: "...We didn't get back together at first. I couldn't trust him, and he obviously did not trust me or my feelings. But I still loved him. When he was there for me and recognized/supported my autonomy, over a little bit of time I was able to trust him again. I think we both grew a LOT during the experience, and while it sucked the whole time, it was also a catalyst for better things to come. Jake was upset, at first, but we had a long and hard talk. Honestly about what I was able to give to a friendship and if it would be enough for him. He eventually decided, that it was. We still bro's. He even made friends with Edward."

Jake: -Grins and steps on Edwards head. Edward growls and rolls over to drag him to the ground. The boys play-wrestle in the background, though it looks less playful than others. Growling, gnashing, and the word 'fuck' is heard often from the fray.-

Alice: "Idiots."

Bella: "The Cullens and the wolves actually bonded as Esme and Sam strategized about the newborn war. We're not "natural enemies" after all, just smelly to alert the other we're in the area. So Jake and the pack and I are still close as ever. "

"Sorry if this was long winded, but it deserved an explanation! I'm gonna go break the boys up now, thanks for your question!"

[nakahara-umi]

Hello hello! Bear with me cause this is gonna be odd. Could I request Dazai meeting someone who has basically been thrown from their universe where abilities are common (MHA, Avatar, FMAB, etc) to his world and due to the fact of them not being from his world his ability doesn't work. How would he react to that?

First of all, I´m really sorry this took me so long, I had been busy with the stress of my school and didn´t got enough inspiration. But finally I´m free from school and I can write again.

Oh my Gosh, this one was really hard hehe! It took me a lot to decide since I haven´t seen a lot of animes or series where the characters use superpowers. So I got inspired by the psychic powers from mob psycho 100 universe. This fic is a long one compared to the others I��ve written before, so I hope you enjoy this, and again, I´m really sorry.

Dazai x AU female reader: “You´re weirdest person I´ve ever met”

When you woke up this morning you didn´t expected to be transported from your universe to another one. Things were supposed to be as normal as any other day, you woke up, got dressed and went to work, but when you were heading towards home to have dinner, it was when everything became strange, in a thing of some seconds, a really strange light appeared in front of you, not even giving you time to process what was happening, and suddenly you were in a different place from your city.

When your eyes adjusted your vision, blurred from the sudden flash of light, you were really shocked. You had never been more confused and scared in your life, the first thing you noticed was the time. In this new place it looked like it was at noon, when moments before, in your city it was late afternoon. It seemed the light produced commotion in this place because people looked scared and were staring at you like if you were a criminal or worse.

You started panicking as people started asking you stuff like “who are you?” Or “what was that light?” Of course you didn´t know, you were the most confused out of all, but you were grateful that at least they spoke your language. The anxiety got worse as a group of police officers appeared and didn´t let you go, as if you had any place to go. You tried to explain your situation and ask them for help, but they thought you were some kind of terrorist trying to fool them. Things got a lot worse when you talked to them about your city, and that´s when you realized what was happening, the socking and unbelievable truth.

They told you your city doesn’t even exist, and with that you got more suspicious of the situation, and you finally could confirm your theory when you asked one of them where you were.

-You appeared out of nowhere and now you act as if you didn´t know. Of course this is Yokohama city.

-Oh my god this can´t be happening! – You almost shouted as panic started running through your body and soul, placing your hands in your head as you started walking in circles, desperate to go back to your world.

-Stop acting innocent, girl. We know you might be an ability user, so the ADA is coming.

-And what the hell is that!? – You screamed, tired and really stressed. – And ability user? In my world we are called espers!

-Ah ha! You just admitted you have an ability! And stop talking about “your world”, we know you are lying.

-You didn´t answer my question!

-ADA, the Armed Detective Agency, I can´t believe you haven´t heard of them.

“Armed”, are they going to attack me? Was the first thing you thought, you weren´t sure about what to do. You felt a cold shiver down your spine, the fear made your body froze, would you try to escape or attack them as well with your psychic powers? Everything was happening really fast and your fear was getting a lot more obvious when you started trembling. At the end you decided the best option was to wait and see what they would do to you, and if they tried to rise a gun against you, would definitely defend yourself.

It was after almost fifteen minutes when two strange guys arrived. One was tall, with brown short hair and strangely, covered with bandages, visible in his neck and arms. The other one had silver hair, his eyes been both purple and yellow color. You thought at first they were just some curious guys trying to see what was going on, but when they showed their licenses and started asking details about you and your sudden appearance was when you realized they were, in fact, those members of the ADA.

You thought they would look more… terrifying, you thought they would arrive holding a lot of guns, but they looked really simple, like any other normal person would.

-Thanks for coming. – Said one police officer.

-Of course I would come. If the case involves a beautiful woman like the one my lucky eyes are seeing now, I´d feel honored to participate. – He said as he looked at you. You inevitably blushed at the compliment, looking away because of the embarrassment.

You wouldn’t lie, he was pretty handsome, and if you had met him under different circumstances, you would ask him on a date.

-Dazai san, please. – Said his partner. – So you said she appeared after a sudden flash almost blinded everyone on the street, right? – He continued, talking to the police officer.

-Yeah, that´s what the witnesses have told us. She looks suspicious and because of how she arrived here, we think she must have an ability. But she keeps avoiding telling the truth and keeps talking about a city doesn’t exist, she even mentioned something about es.. eh…

-Espers. - Said the officer that was talking to you moments before.

-Yeah, that! Thanks.

-Hmm, that indeed sound suspicious, she might be from an organization like Guild. –Dazai said.

-So are we going to take her under our custody? – Said the silver haired one.

-I think that must be the best for now, Atsushi – kun, at least until we start investigating and discover her true intentions.

The only thing you could do was to stand aside and watch them decide over you. You were really frustrated and upset, they didn´t even tried to understand you. They only were thinking of you as a criminal and the anger was starting rising inside your heart. Your situation was getting more and more complicated by every passing second and the least you wanted was to be imprisoned in an alternative universe jail.

-Would you accompany us, miss? – Said Atsushi.

-What are you going to do to me? Why won´t you believe in me? – You asked, on the verge of tears.

-Don´t worry beautiful woman, we won´t attack you.

-Yeah, the worst thing that can happen to you is Dazai – san trying to convince you to commit double suicide with him.

-Atsushi – kun, your words hurt mee!!

-Huh? – They´re strange, you thought. You were still worried about what they would do to you, but if they really are detectives that will investigate your case maybe they´ll discover something about what happened and even help you. You did nothing wrong, you didn´t have to worry about that. So you decided the best option for you at that moment was to follow them.

-O- okay…

With that, they guided you to follow them. You walked some streets in silence when Atsushi started a conversation.

-Tell us miss, if you are not really from this world, how is yours?

-Eh? Will you really believe in me?

-If we live in a world where people can have powers, I think everything is possible, maybe there´s someone who´s ability is travel in universes?

You were delighted to hear that. That increased your hopes to be returned to your universe if they can find the responsible, and they seemed to be nice persons.

-Atsushi – kun is right. Everything is possible, and I must admit I don´t want to doubt your word, miss…

-(Y/N)

-Ah, what a beautiful name for such pretty girl.

-He he… -You said, blushing. - Well, my world is not much different from this one, it seems we have the same countries, and the same languages, the only difference I can recall till this moment is that my city doesn´t exist here.

The rest of the conversation was about vague stuff, what were you doing when everything happened, if you had any enemy who would put you in this situation, and when you finally arrived to the ADA building, you couldn´t avoid a question bothering your mind anymore.

-Make yourself at home, (Y/N), please, take a sit. – Dazai said while pointing the little reception on the office.

-Thank you… eh, there´s something I want to ask.

-I´m all ears!

-I´m sorry but I must be going now, I´ve got another mission with Kyouka - chan and Tanizaki - kun.

-All right, good luck Atsushi – kun.

-Thank you.

As the silver haired left the place, waving a hand to you both, you and Dazai were completely alone. What kind of agency is this? They look like a group of amateurs. You thought. They seemed really relaxed and there wasn´t a lot of staff. You started worrying again, would they be able to help you?

-What was that question you wanted to ask, (Y/N) – san?

-Oh, right. I have been hearing a lot about abilities in this world. I would like to know how they are. What kind of powers are they?

-Hmm, well for example my ability is to nullify other´s abilities, Atsushi – kun´s is to turn partially or completely into a tiger. There are a lot of variety, a really vast amount of options, like create illusions or heal wounds, there are even weirdos who´s ability is to be immune to explosions of lemon-shaped bombs.

-Whoa, that´s amazing. In my world we can only have psychic powers.

-Psychic? Like controlling things with your mind?

Yeah, when someone becomes an esper that´s the basic power, but with practice we can develop it to make it stronger. For example, there are espers who specialize in pyrokinesis, they can create and manipulate fire, or others that can use telepathy.

-And you, (YN)?

-Me? Well, I´ve used my powers to grow my garden, that´s called chlorokinesis.

-Hmm… - That´s the only thing he told you, as he placed his hand in his chin, seeming thoughtful.

You wondered why he suddenly became silent, but when you were going to ask him what was wrong, his cellphone started ringing and he answered, becoming visibly worried.

-All right, I´ll be there in a moment. Well, (Y/N) – san. I´ve got a sudden job to attend, but I can´t leave you alone until we´ve properly investigated your case, and because you have powers, so you´re coming with me.

-What...

-We must hurry.

He said while standing up and running, you had to go after him as fast as you could. What is happening now? Will he ask me to fight? That´s worse to be imprisoned! You had never used your powers to fight, so you were unsure about how to use them. You started panicking again when you and Dazai stopped in an alley.

There were some guys and seemed like gang members, they looked very powerful and had guns. At that moment you unconsciously started crying, this time the fear was unbearable and your body was trembling as if you were in a frozen room.

-Why me? – You whispered. – Why do I have to be here!? – You shouted this time.

-Calm down, (Y/N) - san.

-Aren´t you scared, Dazai – san?

-Ha ha ha! Of course not. – He said as he pointed his gun towards them. – But I think I may need a little bit of your help.

-How!?

-If you can stop their bullets with your powers, that´ll be perfect.

This situation couldn´t get worse. When those guys raised their weapons you had to summon your powers from within your mind and create a barrier between them and you both. All your body gleamed with a rainbow aura and the shield was clearly visible. It wasn´t that hard, the problem was if it would resist the impact of the shooting.

-They´re ability users! - One of them screamed. When they started shooting it required all of your mental strength and concentration to maintain it, but it resisted long enough until you heard they ran out of bullets.

-That´s enough, thanks. – With that you dissolved the shield and Dazai started walking towards them. When one of them tried to reach him you immobilized him so he couldn´t punch Dazai. The rest tried to ran away, taking with them a strange and suspicious briefcase.

-(Y/N), don´t let them go.

You stopped them as well. The strength needed was more than the usual you´re used to manipulate, so no long after you started feeling a headache, but you still did your best in order to help. Dazai took from them the briefcase and when he opened it there were a lot of gemstones.

-Wow! Despite your bad reputation, I must admit you have good taste! – Dazai told them. – (Y/N), you can stop, we´re leaving now, the police is coming.

-I don´t know how!

-What?

-My mind is blocked, I can´t…. - You started feeling blood coming out from your nose.

-Alright, maybe you need some help. - He reached your check and a blue light emanated from his hand. Nothing happened, you still felt your body tensed and your brain still was feeling pain.

-What… Oh… - He realized everything at the moment. -Well, it seems you were telling us the truth all this time. I´m sorry, (YN) but you will have to faint. – And like if he was a magician, you immediately fainted.

Dazai caught you, preventing your body to fall to the ground. At that moment the criminals were freed but the policy arrived at the exact moment just in time to arrest them. He gave them the briefcase, cleaned the blood from your face and carried you bride style back to the ADA.

Everything makes sense. If you´re not from this universe then out powers are a lot more different than they seem, and in result, my ability cannot nullify your psychic power. That´s really interesting, my guess was right. You´re really weird, pretty (Y/N). But now the wonder is… The one who brought you here is from my world or yours?

[firefly464]

The Real World - Chapter 9

:insert eyes emoji here because shits about to get real:

@i-have-this-now​ wrote the last part because she’s great and amazing and wonderful :D

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Wilbur sat in his office, staring at his computer screen in dismay. It had been roughly a week since him and Tubbo had gone and visited Tommy. Roughly a week since his friend's panic attack. A week since Tommy had started acting differently. His friend had been acting secretive all week, almost terrified in a strange way. He acted as if no one could see the way he flinched at loud noises, or the fearful look in his eyes whenever someone came too close. He had fumbled around with the phone, as if not even knowing how to use it. He had talked to Dream in an almost pleading tone, begging for… something, and Will didn’t know what it was. He had never seen his friend acting like that before. 

His hand traced over the long scar on his arm that Tommy had given him during his panic attack. He didn’t blame his friend at all for the wound, in fact it was mostly his own fault for trying to comfort him. At that moment, it had been clear that Tommy hadn’t actually been seeing him. He had seen someone, or something else. In Wilbur’s concern for his friend, he had reached out to comfort him, despite the fact that he knew it was a bad idea. 

His stupidity had earned him a long, jagged cut down the side of his forearm from the pencil that Tommy had been wielding as a weapon. He had jerked back with a hiss of pain. “Get the fuck away from me! I won’t let you hurt anyone else!” Tommy had screamed. 

Tubbo took a small step forward, his hands out in front of him comfortingly “Tommy, you’re ok, I promise. No one is going to hurt you.” His voice was soft and calm, as if he was talking to a wild animal. Based on the look in Tommy’s eyes, it wasn’t too far off from the truth. 

Tommy’s blue eyes had snapped over to Tubbo, as if trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. “Tubbo? Tubbo you need to run! He’s going to kill you, he’s going to fucking kill you and burn our home to the ground!” 

“Hey, it's all right. I’m fine, see? No one is going to kill me.”

Desperately, Tommy grabbed his friend's shoulders, trying to get it through Tubbo’s head that he needed to run. “You don’t get it. H-He’s going to kill all of you. You need to find the others and warn them. I can’t… I can’t fucking lose you.”

“Tommy, take a deep breath. You’re safe. I promise that we’re both safe.”

“But Dream-” he shuttered, a wave of sobs running through him, “God this is my fault. Why the fuck did I listen to him? Now you’re all going to fucking die because of me!” 

Wilbur stared intently at the scar on his arm, trying to figure out what the hell Tommy had meant. Clearly, Dream had done something to him. But what? What had he done that was so terrible, it had caused the boy to collapse over a simple video clip? Will had rewatched the clip several times, trying to pinpoint exactly what could have possibly triggered the terrible PTSD. He had found nothing.

After WIlbur and Tubbo had left Tommy’s house, it had seemed like things were slowly but surely returning back to normal. Tommy had quickly gone from acting as if he knew nothing about the world around him or how to do anything, to slowly but surely returning to his old, chipper self. Even so, it didn’t feel right. Something was still wrong. His jokes all felt forced, his smiles all fake. Whenever they were in a call together, his words all felt carefully planned out, as if he were scared of saying something wrong. No one brought up his outburst, but it was clear that they were all thinking about it. 

At one point, Tubbo had hesitantly suggested that Tommy get on the DreamSMP, clearly scared of triggering another panic attack. 

However, Tommy had just gone silent, before very quietly saying, “What…?” His voice had been filled with a hesitant hope. Hope for what, Will didn’t know. But it was something that he hadn’t heard in his friend's voice all week, and he wasn’t going to question it. 

“The SMP? The server?” “How do I… How do I do that?” He had asked quietly.

Tubbo had ended up walking his friend through the entire process of getting online, never once asking why or sounding annoyed. It was clear how important this was to Tommy, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to ruin it by teasing. 

As Tommy had logged onto the server, the discord call was silent. No one spoke as he spun in a slow circle, taking in everything around him. Not a word was muttered as he cautiously moved around. The only sound that could be heard were the quiet sobs being picked up by his mic.

“Home…” He had whispered quietly, the sound just barely loud enough to be picked up over discord. 

God, none of it made any sense. None of it made any damn sense, and just thinking about it made Wilbur’s head hurt. Tommy acted as though he was an entirely different person. At first, Will had just attributed his strange behavior to PTSD. A strange way of coping after whatever hell he had gone through. But now… Now he wasn’t so sure. Tommy was recovering far too quickly for it to be merely PTSD. So what the hell was going on? He needed to talk to Tubbo. They needed answers.

~~~

The next day, Tommy was sitting in front of his computer, staring at the walls of L’manberg. Looking at it made his chest hurt with homesickness, but it was his only connection to his old life. It may not have been as impressive as the real thing, but it was still beautiful in its own right. Ever since the others had shown him the server, he had spent most of his time on it. He hadn’t exactly done anything, but simply walking around the familiar lands of his home felt calming. 

A ring sounded from his computer, making him jump. It took him a couple seconds to calm down enough to register that it was only an incoming call, and not any sort of attack. With a slightly trembling hand, he answered. 

Silence. “Hello?” he asked, trying to see what was going on. 

“Hey Tommy.” Tubbo’s voice was reserved, almost nervous in a way. Tommy could feel his muscles tense. The last time he had heard his friend speak like this was during the war. Something had happened. Something must have happened.

“What's wrong? Are you ok? Did something bad happen?” he asked, trying to figure out what was going on. 

“What? No, no. We just uh… We just wanted to ask you something.”

“I mean, go for it…? Are you sure everything is alright?” 

“We’re fine. Tommy, I want you to answer me honestly, got it?” Wilbur’s voice cut interrupted his rampaging thoughts. Thoughts of how his friends were hurt. Thoughts of what had gone wrong. Thoughts of how Dream might have gotten to them… “Tommy, what happened to you?”

“I told you already. I don’t remember,” he replied half heartedly, his mind elsewhere. 

“I think we all know that isn’t true. Tommy, what did Dream do?”

That brought his train of thought to a screeching halt. What did they know? How did they figure it out? What had he done wrong? “W-what? What do you mean?” 

“Alright, I’ll let you in on a little secret. Tommyinit wasn’t this shit of a liar. He was bad at it, yeah, but at least he could lie without sounding like a moron. I’m going to ask this once, and I expect a straight answer. Who the hell are you?” 

Tommy felt like his blood had frozen in his veins. They knew, they fucking knew. Dream was going to kill him. Dream was going to follow through with his threat. “I uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Wilbur ran a hand through his hair. “Alright. If you aren’t going to give us a straight answer, I might as well ask Dream himself.”

“NO!” He screamed. If Will went and asked Dream, then Dream would think that Tommy had snitched. Then, who knows what would happen. “Please don’t talk to Dream about it. Please.” 

Will had already left the call.

~~~

“Yeah, you’re right, chat. Hold on let me check if he’s online,” Eret said, switching browsers from Minecraft to Discord. “Yep, he’s in VC 3 with Tubbo.” 

Eret clicked on the voice chat. He tried to talk yet Tubbo cut him off. “Oh fuck, we aren’t in a private VC.”

“Sorry, a wha-”

“Er… Hello?” Eret said. The two of them suddenly stopped talking. “So, what’re you two up to?”

“...Eret?” Tommy said, it sounded more like a statement than a question.

“Am I intruding on something? I can go if you’d like.” Eret replied, hoping to lighten the tension on the situation. Eret’s twitch chat was going insane, spamming questions and shouting. Eret wasn’t really focused on the chat.

“Hold on, I think we should go to a privat-” Tubbo spoke but was cut off.

“No, that- that’s not right- I- you fucking-” Tommy started, and was immediately removed from the VC. Tubbo also exited the VC seconds after.

“It is actually getting a bit late here so I guess it’s time to end the stream.” Eret tried to make an excuse to end the stream. “I’ll see you later guys. I love you all so much, thank you for all the support this stream. I think I’m gonna be streaming tomorrow? Still not sure. Anyways, I’ll see you guys later. Peace.” 

He quickly exited Twitch and stopped streaming. Tommy sounded… mad? Upset? Scared? Eret didn’t know. He opened Discord and sent a message to Tommy. 

TheEret Today at 8:52 pm

You alright? 

He instantly got a Discord notification back, but it wasn’t from Tommy. 

Tubbo_ Today at 8:52 pm

can we private VC?

TheEret Today at 8:53 pm

sure

The second he sent the message, he got a call from Tubbo. “Hey, Eret.” Tubbo said. “I… I don’t think Tommy’s feeling too well. I’m really not sure what happened.”

“Oh god. Is he okay?” Eret asked, concern creeping into his voice. 

“I- hold on, I’ll dm him and see if he wants to talk.” 

“Alright.”

A few seconds passed. “Oh. Oh no.” Tubbo said.

“Wait, did something happen? What’d he say?” 

“He’s very… mad at you. I- Oh jeez, that’s a lot of messages- I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Do you think it’s because of the SMP? I- you know it was just a bit, right?” Eret asked. Surely, Tommy can’t be mad at him because of a video game right?

“Yeah, yeah, but he’s… he sounds pissed, man. I don’t know wha- Oh. Shit, hold on, he wants to be added in the call. You okay with that?”

Honestly, Eret wasn’t sure. “Uh- yes?”

“Eret.” Tommy’s voice rang through the call. His voice was quiet and stable, unlike his usual self. “What the fuck.”

“I- I’m sorry? I don’t know what I did wrong. Was it the SMP? You know that was a-”

“You could’ve been on the right side of history, Eret. You could’ve-” 

“Tommy, calm-”

“Instead, you chose to loot us and leave us for dead. You chose power. You chose to be with Dream.”

Wait, were they supposed to be in character? Eret just ended his stream, so was Tubbo streaming? Or was it something else?

He immediately switched into character, hoping it was the right move. “Well, it wasn’t hard for me to choose. You were fighting for something futile, something you didn’t guarantee. I chose Dream because you were fighting a losing battle, and I didn’t want to get the short end of the stick.”

Whilst he was talking, Eret sent Tubbo a Discord message.

TheEret Today at 9:12 pm Are you and tommy streaming?

Tubbo_ Today at 9:12 pm no?

TheEret Today at 9:12 pm so i’m not supposed to be in character?

Tubbo_ Today at 9:12 pm uhh yeah

Before Eret could wrap his head around the situation, another person joined the call. It was Wilbur. “Dream said you have 48 hours, Tommy wh- wait, why is Eret here?”

Before Eret could respond, he was kicked from the call. He stared at his monitor in stunned silence, not entirely sure of what had just happened. Tommy had seemed so mad at him for his “betrayal,” even though none of them were supposed to be in character. Why was he so upset? And why did Wilbur react to Eret being there in the way that he did? Had he said something wrong? Was there some sort of planned stream that Eret wasn’t told about?

Eret turned off his computer with a sigh. His mind was racing with possibilities of what had just happened and why, but he wouldn’t be able to act on his thoughts until tomorrow. All he could do now was sleep.

~~~ On the other side of the country, a man sat in front of his computer. A sadistic grin sat upon his face as his green eyes pierced through the dim light. “I warned you not to tell them Tommy. Now, it's time to face the consequences of your actions.”

~~~

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[thelargefrye]

INTRODUCTION

SUMMARY : how your relationship came to be

PAIRING : poly!ateez x reader

WORD COUNT : 2.1k

WARNINGS. falling down the stairs + injuries + mentions of a hospital

being an idol was hard. all the years of endless hard work and then the amount of stress that is put on you. it’s even harder when your company decided to “spice things up” and try something different for their new group.

which is how you came to be in a male dominated group as the ninth and only female member. granted at the time the group was being formed, you were the only female trainee and it wasn’t like the company totally didn’t know what to do with you. that’s a lie, they had no idea what to do with you. so that’s more or less a quick and possible bad explanation on how you ended up in the ateez lineup.

training with the guys was fine. you got closer to some members more than others. it was a lot of figuring out how to make you feel welcomed after they had already had a year+ to get to know each other and figure the other out.

it was fine.

san was the first member to really welcome you into the group and made to sure to include you in on everything. at the time, you used to see him being nice as a friendly gesture, but now... you realize he only did it because he had a crush on you.

“you did?” you remember asking him one night as you laid in your bed together. the two of you were remembering your trainee days when san confessed about his crush.

“you were practicing your dance for the monthly evaluation and i was just so... fascinated by how you moved,” he explained causing a blush to form on both your cheeks. 

you wonder what would have happened to your relationship if you had noticed his feelings sooner. when you were trainees and even after debut, your feelings were ultimately occupied by the leader of your group. of course hongjoong was so blinded by his love for music and the eldest member, that he didn’t even think twice about you most times on his own accord. 

it was pathetic how you all acted around each other really. one member in love with two others and then one of those two might have returned the feelings while also liking a different member. it was just one big emotional mess.

sometimes you wonder what set off the chain of events that finally caused you all to become lovers. 

“i think after you confessed to hongjoong-hyung that’s when everything started,” san said that same night. 

that was honestly a whole train wreck and a story for maybe another time, but just know that hongjoong thought you were messing with him. so you ended up playing it off as a joke until you got to the dorm were you cried for an hour in the shower and then proceeded to lock yourself in your room for the rest of the night.

“i felt terrible that night. hearing you crying on the other side of you door and not being able to help you,” he spoke and by this time you were holding hands. you gave his hand a comforting squeeze. “i’m not going to lie, i was shocked when it was wooyoung would volunteered to go talk to you.”

you let out a laugh, “yeah i was too. woo was really helpful that night, i think it really helped our personal relationship.”

and it was true, when you joined the team, everyone seemed rather welcoming of you. all but wooyoung seemed to enjoy having you around. the male would often ignore you or would bump into you and then blame you for being clumsy. it hurt, you’re not gonna lie, but you pushed on and did your best to ignore his rudeness.

when you two ended up talking, you found out he was only jealous of how close you and san had gotten and that he felt like you were slowly also taking yeosang away from him. “wooyoung, i would never try to take san or yeosang away from you. i love all three of you dearly and would never want to come between you and the others. i’m sorry i made you feel that way, it was never my intention.”

“i realize now that maybe it me just being insecure of myself. i shouldn’t have been so mean to you.” you remember holding your hand out to him suddenly. he looked so confused and just stared at your hand before looking at your glassy, red eyes. he then took it after a few moments.

“i’m y/n, its nice to meet you,” you said softly as you shook wooyoung’s hand. “i hope we can be friends!” 

“i’m wooyoung. i hope so too.”

after that you two started to become close and it was like all the rude and mean things he did to you were put behind you both. you also began putting your feelings for hongjoong behind you and instead you began to grow feelings for san and wooyoung.

“when did these feelings happened?”

“i think... around our first comeback and when we were doing our first world tour. i began spending more time with you both and you both made me feel safe and loved. at the time i thought something was wrong with me for liking two people. i think mingi might have found me crying about it one day and talked to me about my feelings.”

mingi was probably the only person you could have deep life talks with, without the thought of him judging you for them. he never once looked at you like you were a possible weirdo or even a whore as might consider for what you told him.

“there’s nothing wrong with loving more than one person.” that night he ended up confessing about his own feelings towards not only yunho but you. “see you’re not a weirdo because i love two people too. you and yunho mean a lot to me, and i would do anything to keep you both happy.

you honestly don’t know how it happened, but all you remember is him leaning over to kiss you. the kiss didn’t last long because of wooyoung suddenly coming into your shared hotel room. at first you weren’t sure if wooyoung had seen you two kiss, but you could tell by the slight flash of hurt that he did. 

before you could say anything, wooyoung quickly left the room, door slamming behind him. you were thought about going after him before deciding against it. “i’m sorry.” you turn to mingi and smile at him letting him know he didn’t do anything.

this went on for a few months, you and the other member dealing with your feelings that seemed to be growing for each other. but then none of you knowing how the other felt. it was during the wave/illusion comeback when things started really happening. you began making friends with female idols and hanging out with them.

“hey, y/n do you think you can give my number to seonghwa?” you remember soojin asking you, and yes we are talking about i-dle’s soojin. you hesitated at first knowing that your leader was still in love with seonghwa, but you took the piece of paper with her number on it to not be rude.

“oppa, what do you think about soojin from i-dle?” it was the next day during practice when you asked. you weren’t looking at seonghwa directly, keeping your eyes trained on the reflections in front of you. you of course spotted hongjoong carefully listening in.

“she’s cute,” is all he said.

“she wanted me to give you her number,” you explain and seonghwa looks at you with a tilt of his head. “do you,” you quickly glance at hongjoong, “want it?”

“sure. it’d be nice to get to know her,” he says with a simple smile. you can’t help but catch the look of panic and hurt flash through hongjoong’s features before he turns away to do something else.

after that, seonghwa would text soojin almost every chance he got. after a few weeks, seonghwa told you guys he would going on a date with soojin. 

“i felt hongjoong’s heart break and i knew it was my fault,” you admit to san.

“you were just being a good friend to soojin.”

“but i knew it would have hurt hongjoong-oppa if soojin-unnie and seonghwa-oppa had hit it off like they did. deep down i think i did it because i wanted hongjoong to know how it felt to have his heart ripped apart and then i realized how selfish i was.”

“is that why you threw yourself down the stairs? to stop seonghwa from going on his date?” your silence confirmed what he said was true and san couldn’t help but laugh. “that was probably the most stupidest thing i had ever seen you do. you scared all of us half to death,” he confessed.

throwing yourself do the stairs at the dorm, probably was and still is the most stupidest and dangerous thing you had ever done. honestly, it was a last minute decision to try and maybe secretly make up for hurting hongjoong. you made it seem like an accident, that you were running down the stairs in your slippers. something seonghwa may have told you not to do in fear of you slipping and falling. it worked though, seonghwa cancelled his date in order to take you to the hospital.

“i’m sorry,” you told seonghwa on the way back from the hospital.

“for what baby? it was an accident, you got hurt and i have to take care of my members,” he says, an arm wrapping around your shoulders to bring you closer.

“but i ruined your date with unnie.”

“i wasn’t that interested in her anyway,” he confesses and you look at him with confusion. “there’s... someone or someones else that i’m more interested in.”

“who?” seonghwa didn’t bother answering with words. instead he used his free hand to cup the side of your face before kissing you. 

“w-wait,” you gasp pulling away, eyes wide in shock as you look at seonghwa. your left speechless, what the actual hell? seonghwa was the last person on earth you thought could possible like you. “i-i-i don’t... i don’t understand.”

“i think all nine of us are rather confused about our feelings for one another.” you can’t help but agree to his words and how true they were. looking into your eyes you quietly ask, “will you kiss me again?” you don’t know what came over you in the car ride home. the two of you kissed the whole rest of the ride, lips swollen and red by the time you reach the dorms. you felt slightly embarrassed that you and seonghwa made out in the backseat while your manager drove you home.

he bided the two of you goodbye before leaving, the three of you never spoke of it again, which was honestly fine by you. once back in the dorm, san was the first one two greet you and ask how you were.

“i think we all need to have a talk about what’s been happening with us these last few months,” seonghwa says, the remaining eight of you knew what he was talking about and soon enough you were all sitting in the living room confessing how you felt.

“so what now?” jongho asked from his spot on the floor.

“well,” yeosang began and everyone looked towards him, “i did some research a few weeks ago and found out there are relationships with more than two people. polyamory is what the internet called it, and i think we should all give it a shot. its obvious that we all really care for one another, and i think we can make it work.” he finishes and yunho is the first one to agree.

“i think we should give it a shot like yeosang said!” you swear just his smile alone could reassure you of anything.

“honestly, i couldn’t imagine my life now without being with you all. you bring me so much happiness and love,” you confess, turning to look at san.

“me too,” he says before leaning over to kiss you. both of you occupied with kissing don’t realize yunho had entered the room. a pout forms on his face before he walks over and jumps on the bed, landing on top of you both. you and san groan as yunho begins smothering you both with kisses. 

“hey are you three having fun without us?” wooyoung whines as him and jongho walk by and eventually joined on the way too small bed. eventually the remaining four members joined you guys, and now you and san are being dog piled on top of. 

but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[slythraco]

Hiii, I was wondering if you could do a draco x reader where their parents are very close and they’ve been best friends and inseparable since they were born. And like their parents and anyone around them always teases them about when they’ll get together. And so I was hoping you could write something where it’s just kind of a development through their childhood years and their time at hogwarts of them going from friends to getting together. If you want to do time jumps in it as well that would be cool too! Thanks!!

Author's note: Finally a Draco request !! And a really good one ! It took me a little while to write it so excuse me for the wait but I really wanted it to be perfect for you so I hope you'll like it ! Also, for the sake of this imagine, the whole voldemort/second war doesn't happen for more fluff. Also, this is pure fluffy Draco because i don't think he would be mean or toxic to the reader knowing they grew up together ? Anyways have a good read !

Warnings: swears (?), allusion to sex, big dose of fluff

Words count: 8,8K (Yes you read it well)

Legend: - Y/L/N -> Your last name - M/N -> Your mother's name - F/N -> Your father's name

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Year 7 - 13rd October 1997

The Malfoys and the Y/L/N, a big love story. These two families have been friends for decades now. Two powerful families of pure bloods, with the same way of thinking. It was unavoidable.

So when the spouse Malfoy and Y/L/N got pregnant at almost the same time, it was immediately promesses of a beautiful friendship, if not more.

A year later, the two magnificent babies were born. Y/N Y/L/N being slightly more young then the little Draco, only from a few month. This is when the fantasise of the two families started. Narcissa and M/N couldn't help but imagining their beautiful kids married one day. But who could blame them ? Any best friends in the world imagined a perfect world where their children would be as close to each other as they were to each other in the past.

That's why almost 18 years later, M/N was still annoying her daughter about the Malfoy's son. "So...you're inviting Draco over this summer ?" she asked curiously. It doesn't surprise Y/N at this point, her family were always there to push her into Draco's arms. "Hmmmm...yes, but Blaise, Pansy will be there too !" She answered, totally lying, Draco was the only one to come but Y/N didn't want her mom to tease her even more and since her parents won't be here during his visit, they won't be there to verify her lies. "Oh, I hope your friends know how to keep their hand to themselves, especially under my roof."

"Mom !" Y/N shouted as her cheeks starts to blush. "That's disgusting !" She continued. "Oh come on darling, It's normal at your age ! Aren't Pansy and Blaise supposed to be together ?" Y/N's tilt her head slightly, as Y/N rolls her eyes under her mother's gaze. "Yes they are...and don't worry they can totally keep their hands for themselves." Y/N repeat her mom phrase with a little annoyed voice. "Speaking of keeping hand to yourself..." M/N starts as she looks at her daughter face in the mirror that was facing them two. "You would tell me if you..." She didn't have the time to finish her sentences that Y/N gets up from her chair. "Oh my god, stop, I'm leaving !"

"No, no, no, come back here, I haven't finished your hair dead young woman." Her mom said in an authoritative way by pointing at the chair facing the dressing table. "Okay, but can we don't talk about my sexual life ?" Y/N asks desperately. "So you did it !"

"No !" Another lie. M/N takes a deep breath as she sees her lovely daughter completely uncomfortable. She then reach her and takes her hands in hers. "I'm sorry...I'm just worried because you're growing into this beautiful woman, I remember when you could still fit into my arms." Y/N's face relaxes gently as she listens to her mother's words. "Come, let's finish those hair before I start to cry." M/N finished after crashing a loving kiss on Y/N's forehead before leaning her again to the chair she was sitting on a few minutes earlier.

M/N grabs the brush again and pass it trough YN's H/C hairs. "You have to be beautiful for your future in laws." YN sighs, getting her hair done is probably gonna feel like ages.

•••

Three distinctive knocks resonates in the mansion, the Malfoys were there. "Y/N, go open the door please !" Her father shouted from upstairs, Y/N obeyed and walks to the door that she quickly opens. Her eyes meets Lucius Malfoy's who smile gently to her. "Y/N !" He cheers. "Mister Malfoy..." She nervously bite her lip. As long as she knew Lucius, he always scared her. The Malfoy father makes his way into the Y/L/N's mansion before being greeted by F/N. "Aaaaah you arrived !" Her father cheered.

Y/N looks at her father discussing with Lucius but another voice brings her attention. "Y/N !" The teenager turns her head to the door again and catch Narcissa's eyes. The blacked haired woman hastens to take Y/N in her arms before pulling away to look at her. "You look beautiful !" Draco's mother cheers. "Thank you Narcissa !" She shyly responded. "Where's your mother ?" Narcissa tilt her head. "In the kitchen, as always." Y/N answered politely, as soon as Narcissa has her information she runs into the kitchen, probably to gossip with her best-friend like they loved to do.

Y/N turns to the door again and smiles when she sees Draco, still outside. "What are you waiting for exactly ? Catching a cold ?" She teased which made Draco coming out of his freeze and finally enter. Y/N close the door behind him while he looks around him like a lost puppy. Until his eyes meets Y/N again who was standing at his right. He discreetly puts his hand on her lower back, declaring a rush of shivers into Y/N's spine. He then leans to approach her ear and whisper a few words. "You look amazing love..."

Draco straightened right after saying those words as Y/N starts to violently blush. She was about to respond but her mother appears causing them to quickly put some distance between there bodies.

"Wow Draco ! You're really handsome !" Y/N's mother cheers when she sees the blond guy. It's Draco's turn to blush under the compliment of M/N. "Come on M/N, he's a Malfoy, of course he's handsome !" M/N's rolled as she hears Lucius's remark. "I'll never be used to your arrogance Lucius !"

The adults laugh all together while Draco and Y/N look in each other's eyes, a discreet smile on their face. "Alright everyone, we shouldn't lost another minute, let's go eat !" Y/N's mother cheers while she quickly walks towards the dining room.

The two teenagers stay in the corridor just to exchange a few words. Draco takes a deep breath as he hears their parents laugh at their own terrible snobby jokes. "It's gonna be a long night huh ?" He complains. Y/N giggle when she listen to him. "Long and painful !" She answers as she grabs his hand to pull him towards the next room. "Wait !" He whispers as he pulls her back to him to slide his arms around her waist, he then look behind her and make sure nobody sees them. "What are you doing ?" Y/N whispers at her turn, as a response he grabs her chin between his fingers and gently crash his lips on hers to kiss her chastely.

As soon as their lips are apart, Y/N looks behind her, in slight panic. "Are you crazy ! What if they see us !" She rumbles, making Draco chuckles. "Don't worry, they didn't see anything and sorry but it was stronger than me" He teasingly says as Y/N rolls her eyes. "You're gonna get us killed one day !" She says as she slowly pulls away. "Come on, let's join them before they get suspicions"

•••

"Oh my lord, do you remember when Draco and Y/N were playing in the garden when they were like 7 ?" Narcissa cheers as she remembers this memory of their kids. "Yes ! They were so cute together !"

Y/N frowns as she turn her head to look at Draco who seemed as confused as her.

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26th March 1988

"Mom..." Y/N complains as she touches gently her mother's arm to have her intention. "Yes sweetheart ?" M/N lean slightly to look at her daughter at her feet. "Draco is being mean to me again..." She pount while she explains herself. "Draco ! Come here son." Narcissa who was with them the whole time, screams to bring her son close to them. "Yes mother ?" He said with his little kid voice. "Apparently you've been mean to Y/N ?"

Draco blue eyes widen as he hears his mother. "It's not true !" the blond haired boy shouted. "Okay, what happened exactly ?" M/N asked, willing to resolve the problem. "He threw branches at me !" Y/N shouted. "No ! I didn't do it on purpose !" Draco quickly say to clear oneself. The two mother nods their head as they understand the situation. Narcissa puts gently her hand on her son's shoulders. "Draco my dear, I know you didn't meant to hurt Y/N but you have to apologise to her...One, to be polite and two, because she's friend and I'm sure you're not proud of yourself for hurting her so...I'll leave it up to you." The spouse Malfoy push in Draco's shoulder to push him to turn and face Y/N. "I-I'm sorry Y/N..."

The little girl smiles as she listens to her friend. "It's alright, I forgive you !" She tells him in her little voice. The two mothers smile to each other when they took each other hands and get back to the garden to play like nothing happened.

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Year 7 - 13rd October 1997

"Ooooh now I remember !" Y/N shouted before turning to Draco. "You totally did it on purpose tough !" Draco giggle a little bit as he puts his glass of whine back on the big table. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said, looking at her. "You actually threw that branche in my face Draco !" She almost screams as her eyes widen in the face of his bad faith. "I did that to protect myself !"

"Oh ! Why ?" She giggles. "You were always running after me, I was scared ! You were already evil back in the days." A shocked look appears on Y/N's face before she strongly hits Draco's arm. He directly puts his hand directly on the spot that his secret girlfriend had just hit and grimaces as he looks at her. "See, you're dangerous !" He shout under the amused looks of their parents. "Oh...i'm gonna Avada Kedrava your face you'll see if i'm dangerous !" She spits out of her mouth before they start laughing together. When they get calm again, Draco gently rubs his arm to cover the little pain he was feeling. "That really hurts" He complains, making Y/N giggle. "Oh it's killed meh, it's killed meh" she imitates him has she rubs her arm like he does. Draco lose his teasing smile when he sees her imitates him in his third year. A gaze battle begin between to two teenagers before Draco repeats the same gesture Y/N did to him and hit her in the arm. "Ouch !" She shout. "There you go, now you have a real reason to imitate me !"

"Okay okay lovebirds, stop fighting !" Draco and Y/N faces quickly turns to the origin of the voice, Narcissa. "How did you just called us ?"

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Year 1 - 1 September 1991

"Alright kids." Said F/N to capture the attention of Draco and Y/N before they enter the Hogwarts Express. "From now on, everything is going to change, you're gonna meet new people, make new friends, meet some ennemies maybe. But I want to ask you something before you leave, never forget each other, if you ever get into a fight or that you move away from one and other. I want you to be there for each other no matter what happen, be each other pillar. Nobody should have enough power to separate you two okay ?"  Said F/N, pretty stressed by the situation, looks at his little daughter, 'they're growing too fast' he thought to himself.

"Y/N my sweetheart." F/N crouch down to put his hands on his daughter's shoulder and face her little innocent face. "I'm really proud of you okay ? I'm sure you're gonna become an incredible witch !" The father kiss the cheek of his daughter before getting up again.

A few meters away, Lucius was also exchanging his last words to her son. "I'm counting on you to behave well and not to sully our name." The father said dryly to the little Malfoy. "Don't disappoint me Draco." The little blond hair boy was looking at the floor as he mumbles his response. "Yes father."

"Good, I have to leave now, join Y/N before the train leaves without you" Draco nods his head before running to Y/N and her parents. "Ah Draco ! Ready to go to Hogwarts !" M/N asked the boy. "More than ready !" He said happily. "Awesome ! Hum...can I have a quick word with you son ?" Draco nods and M/N puts gently her hand on his back to trail him a little further from her daughter and husband.

"First of all, good luck for your first day at Hogwarts ! I'm sure you're gonna become a good wizard" M/N smile slightly to the blondie. "But, can I ask you a favour ?" She slightly tilts her head as Draco slowly nods his head as a response. "Could you, protect my lovely daughter for me there ? Make sure she's always okay...she's fragile, and I already know that you would do an amazing guardian for her."

"Of course Ms Y/L/N, I'll make Y/N's happiness, my priority !" M/N smiles softly at his response. "Can you promise me that ?" She asked. "I promise you !"

Promises, in such a young age...you would probably expect for it to be just words for a child. Little did she knew that at this exact moment, Draco would now do everything he can to protect Y/N.

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Year 7 - 13rd October 1997

"I can't believe you two are turning eighteen this year." Narcissa said in a whisper. "Oh don't talk to me about it Narcissa...I still remember Y/N's first day at Hogwarts !" M/N complains, nostalgic of the innocence of her daughter. "But...you weren't there ?" Y/N frowns. "No, but you're 7 pages long letter made me feel like I was !" Everyone around the table started laughing.

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Year 1 - 1st September 1991

"Look Y/N, it's Harry Potter !" Said Draco as he point to a little brown haired boy. "Harry Potter ? The boy who survived you-know-who ?" Draco nods to his friend before walk in front of her. "It's true then, what they saying on the train, Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts !" All the students around starts to whispers in excitement. "This is Grabb, Goyle and Y/L/N, and I'm Malfoy." The boy walks to confront Harry Potter. "Draco Malfoy."

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"Before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffondor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin." The two kids look at each other, a little smile on their faces when the professor pronounce the name of the last house before following her into the great hall.

"When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." Professor McGonagall explains to the first years. After Hermione Granger has been called, it's Draco's turn to be sorted. "Slytherin !" resonates in the Great Hall before Draco joins his housemate after giving Y/N a proud smile.

"Y/N Y/L/N !" The professor calls as she looks at her piece of parchment. The little girl walks to the stool, she sits on it and the sorting hat rest now on her head. "Mmmmmh...I see...a lot of courage !" Y/N's body tense when she hears the character trait, knowing well what house it belonged to. "Not Gryffondor...please..." She whispers. "Not Gryffondor mmh...are you sure ? You could be great there ! And you'll definitely make good friends too." Y/N grimaces at what she's hearing, the last she wanted is to be in another house then Draco and her parents wouldn't accept it either. So do Draco, who was watching the whole scene from his seat. "Noooo...please." She whispers again. "Okay...it'll be...Slytherin !" Y/N feels a sense of relief all over her body as she rushes to get up to join the students with whom she will spend her next 7 years.

"God I was scared for a second ! I thought this thing was going to put you in Gryffondor !" Draco complains as Y/N sits right next to him. "We would've stayed friends anyway right ?" She asks curiously. "Maybe, not if you would've become friends with Potter there." He answers while looking at the boy who lived, making his friend giggle. "You're really not going to forgive him for rejecting you aren't you ?" She teases. "Never." He said harshly. Y/N rolls her eyes before putting her hand on Draco's forearm. "It's fine Draco, you don't need another friend when you have me !" The Malfoy child finally turns his head to look at her, she smiles gently at him. "Yes...you're right !"

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Year 7 - 13rd October 1997

"I almost got into Gryffondor that day !" Y/N said making everyone gasp in shook. "My daughter as a Gryffondor, what a nightmare !" F/N complains while Y/N giggle. "I'm sure you would've killed Dumbledore if it actually happened !" M/N tease her husband. "Totally !" The Y/L/N father said as a joke.

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Year 3 - 25th October 1993

"Intriguing isn't it ?" Professor Lupin asks as the boggart make the wardrobe move vigorously. "Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside ?" Lupin asked. "That's a boggart, that is." Dean responded. "Very good, Mr Thomas."

"Now, can anyone tell me what a boggart looks like ?" The professor of defence against the dark arts asked to his students. "No one knows, boggarts are shapeshifters, they take the shape of whatever particular person fear the most. That's what makes them so-" The professor cuts Hermione before she finishes her sentences. "So terrifying, yes. Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Let's practice it now."

The students jump a little bit as the wardrobe move and produces muffled sounds behind the professor. "Without wands, please. After me- Riddikulus !"

"Riddikulus" the students repeat with no passion. "Very good, a little louder and very clear, listen- Riddikulus !" The students repeat again after listening to the instructions of their professor. "It's this class that's ridiculous." Says Draco in his beard. Y/N giggles when she hears her friend. "Says the one in plaster because of a big chicken." She teases as Draco now looks at her with an angry face but don't say anything because she's right.

"Wonderful Neville, wonderful, incredible ! Okay, to the back Neville, everyone form a line !" And with that, the students start to move all over the classroom to form a line like the professor asked. "I want everyone to picture the thing they fear the very most and turn it into something funny ! Next, Ron !" The redhead walks toward the boggart, a little hesitant.

After a few pupils, it was Y/N's turn. "Come on Y/L/N ! It's your turn !" Y/N takes a deep breath before walking toward to Boggart, this one suddenly change into what she fears the most, Lucius Malfoy. All Y/N's body tenses when she meets his blue accusing eyes, as well as Draco who is shocked to see Y/N fear his own father. The boggart slowly walks toward the young girl, leaving a little witch trembling under his gaze. "Y/L/N, Riddikulus remember ?" The professor tries to comfort her but she's petrified, how could she even have the courage to raise her wand towards him. She was petrified. The boggart under Lucius form let an slight smile on his face as he gets his wand out of his cane he quickly direct it towards Y/N. "Avada..." He starts to say but Lupin stop him before he gets to chance to finish his spell.

The boggart his quickly sent agin to the wardrobe as the professor turns to Y/N, still trembling because of what she just saw. "Y/L/N...are you okay ?" Lupin asks worried, he puts an hand on her shoulder but she jumps and runs to get out of the classroom as the other students look at the scene, murmuring about what just happened. Except for one pupil, Draco. He doesn't loose a second and start to follow her in the corridors.

"Y/N !" He shout from behind her. "Y/N stop !" He shouted again, to make her stop but she didn't want to face Draco after what he saw. What if he was mad that she fears his dad ? Draco runs a little a bit faster to finally grip her wrist, making her stop suddenly. "Are you okay ?" Was the first thing he asked her, he wasn't mad at all, far from that, he was worried for her. She saw it in his eyes. "No...I didn't want you to know that..." Draco lower his hand who was still on her wrist to grab her hand. "What ? That you're scared of my dad ?" Y/N simply nods as she looks at the floor. "It's a surprise, i'm not gonna lie...but I understand, honestly, he even scares his own son, so..." Draco reveals, Y/N raise her head to look in his blue eyes, his eyes that reminded her of his dad but this thought his quickly brushed away, Draco wasn't his dad, the complete opposite. "But, I'll never let him touch one of your hair Y/N. I'll always protect you even if it means fighting my dad."

The young girl smiles at what she hears. "It's you and me against the rest of the world." She whispers. "It's us, against the rest of the world." Draco whispers at his turn before Y/N passes her arms around him to take him along a cuddle. The blondie takes a few seconds to realise what is going on before responding to her embrace.

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Year 7 - 13rd October 1997

"I remember the first boyfriend of M/N...he was so obsessed with her but she only dated him to make F/N jealous ! It was hilarious." Narcissa sheered as she remembers her memories in Hogwarts with her best-friend. "Oh lord...don't talk to me about it, and the worst is that F/N took ages to see it !" M/N shouted in desperation. "Oh come on ! How was I supposed to know ? I really thought you liked him !" F/N states, making everyone around the table to laugh gently. "Talking about first love..." M/N leans a little bit to look at the two teenagers sitting next to each other. "You guys must have been trough it aren't you ?" The kids Y/L/N and Malfoy gasp at this question, little did their parents know. They quickly look at each other, desperate to find a lie to tell them.

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Year 4 - 10 December 1994

"Do you know with who you're going to the Yule Ball ?" Pansy asked her friend as she close the window of their bedroom to keep the cold air from coming into the room. "Umm...no, not yet." Y/N responded quietly, looking at her potion book. "I mean...Adrian asked me, but i told him that I'll think about about it." She quickly raise her shoulders, Adrian Pucey wasn't really her first choice but it was better than going alone.

"You want to go with Malfoy." Pansy said, knowing her friend. "Yes...but I should give up this idea" Y/N complained sadly. "Why would you ?" Parkinson asked as she sits on the end of the other witch's bed. "you didn't see how Astoria was bragging that she was going to ask him to go with her ?" Pansy nods, yes, she did heard Astoria Greengrass this afternoon. "Y/N...can I be honest with you ?" The brown haired girl grimaces a little bit. "Yes of course Pansy !"

"Well...don't get me wrong but you can't really complain... You've been a long way away since the beginning of the year... He's gotten closer to Astoria and you to Adrian so..." Y/N gently nods, her friend was right. Her and Draco weren't as close as before but she still needed him in her life. And he still needed her in his. But Y/N didn't want to be a selfish girl so she quickly got up of her bed. "What are you doing ?" Her friend asked, a bit confused. "I send a owl to Adrian." Y/N run to her desk, takes a sheet of paper and her quill to write just one sentence. 'I'll go with you'. "Are you sure you're not going to regret this ?" Pansy asked worryingly. Y/N gets up again and gives to her owl who fly to Adrian's room.

"No, i'm sure Draco and Astoria will be really happy together !" Y/N shouted, any human being would've say she said this out of jealousy, and they would be right. But Y/N would probably have disputed, she herself didn't know what was happening to her. Draco was her friend, nothing more but why did it scare her so much to see him going to this stupid bal with this stupid girl ?

Year 4 - 11st December 1994

The group of friends were walking in the corridor, the only ones missing were Draco and Y/N until the Slytherin Prince appeared out of nowhere. "Draco ! Where were you ?" Blaise asked, an arm around Pansy's neck. "I had to do something, where's Y/N ?" The blondie asks as he looks around since she wasn't with the group. "Right behind you." Draco turn on his feet and meet Y/N's gaze. "You wanted to see me ?" She asks calmly. "Yes !" He gently places an arm in hers to bring her a little bit further from their friends. "Umm..I was wondering, if you would like to come to the Yule ball with me ?" The blondie asks shyly. Y/N's eyes widen, suddenly she felt incredibly guilty. "W-what ? Astoria didn't asked you ?"

Draco frowns at her question. "She did...but I refused." Y/N face collapse at what she hears, she bites her lip to hide how nervous she was to tell him she already was going with another guy. "Oh Draco...i'm so sorry..." The Slytherin Prince feels his heart racing, this debut of answer didn't bode well. "What ?" He asks even if he's scared of the answer. "I-i already said yes to Adrian..." It's his turn to feel his face collapse as he hears her. "But I can cancel if you want..." Y/N says to try to save herself. Draco shakes his head as he takes a few step back away from her. "No, go with him. It's not like you cared about spending much time with me anyway." He spats before running as far as possible from her.

Y/N stay still, looking at her friends disappear in the next hallway. What he said truly broke her heart, 'this is how he feel ?' She thought, it was true, since the beginning of the year Draco and her weren't as close as before. Ever since she started spending some time with Adrian. But that don't change how much she wanted to go to the bal with her childhood friend.

Year 4 - 25th December 1994

"Wow Y/N ! You-you look splendid !" Adrian shouted when Y/N finally reach the last stair. Indeed, she was by far one of the most beautiful witches tonight in her magnificent dress. All eyes were on her, especially Draco's ones. With Astoria at his arm, but all he could see is his friend standing there with another guy. The night is going to be long for him.

As a matter of fact, a few hours later, Draco was sitting at a table with his partner installed right besides him. "Are you going to ask me to dance ?" She asks somewhat annoyed. "No." Draco harshly respond as he play with a towel, making it slide between his fingers without ever looking at Astoria who sighs angrily and gets up to leave the party. Leaving Draco all alone like it wasn't bad enough.

He then raise his head, and his gaze meets Y/N, dancing and laughing with Adrian Pucey. A wave of anger takes hold of his body, but he stays here, without moving, not wanting to make a scandal for once in his life.

After a few minutes, a voice gets him out of his thoughts. "Wanna dance ?" Draco raises his head to the voice he already knows very well and his eyes meets Y/N's, the young girl was standing in front of him, her hand raise toward him. "No thanks..." He lied. Y/N sighs and rolls her eyes. "Did I mention you had a choice ?" She raise one of her eyebrows before grabbing Draco's hand and leaning him to the dance floor. As soon as they reach it, the rock music turn into a slow. "Of course..." Draco complains, but Y/N grabs quickly his hands to provide him from escaping and place one on her waist and she keeps the other one on her free hand, the other one resting in his neck.

Draco stays still for a second, not really realising how close they were. But they finally start to move they body together in the rhythm of the music. The two friends were looking deeply in each other eyes and for a second nothing around them seems to matter anymore. It's was just the both of them. "So...you and Adrian...are you a thing ?" Draco asked dangerously. Y/N nods, breaking Draco's heart. "Yes...actually he asked me a few hours ago." Draco nods before looking at the floor, he couldn't look at her anymore.

That's when Y/N stoppes their dance to grab Draco's face between her little hands. Forcing him to look her in the eye "Draco, listen to me before you start panicking" that's totally what was happening in his mind, panicking of loosing her. "You're not going to lose me, I know we haven't talked these last few weeks but that made me realise that I need you in my life Dray...You will always come before anyone else" Draco can't help but smile a little bit, he was a little more reassured now. "I can't lose you Draco." She said in a whisper. "You're not going to lose me Y/N, it's us against the world remember ?" A beautiful smile appears on both of their faces. "Exactly ! Us against the world." She murmurs before gluing her body against his. Draco quickly accept her embrace and hold her tightly against him, putting a gentle kiss on her scalp before putting his chin on it. "I  missed you Draco." She whispers, Draco was about to say something but he got cut up by someone.

"Y/N..." The witch jumps when she recognises her boyfriend's voice. She quickly pulls out of Draco's arms and faces Adrian. The older Slytherin looks angrily at Draco as he grabs possessively Y/N's hips. Then he finally plant his gaze to his girlfriend's. "You're coming ? Felix is doing an after in his dorm" Y/N nods as a response before Adrian leans to whisper something in her ear. "I hope I'll have the chance to remove that dress tonight." Y/N suddenly pulls away to look into his eyes, visibly uncomfortable by what he just said.

Draco didn't know what Adrian said but he clearly saw that it disturbed Y/N, which made him immediately angry. "Okay..." She shyly said to Adrian. "Good, let's go" He said, grabbing her hand and leaning her toward the outside of the great hall. This is at this exact moment that Draco understood. When Y/N left with her new boyfriend, he knew that he had to do every he can to have her back, and as more than just a friend. he finally became aware of his feelings for her.

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Year 7 - 13rd October 1997

"Adrian Pucey...I never liked this guy." Said Y/N's father. "Me too..." Draco said in his beard only for Y/N to hear it. "What did you two broke up again ?" M/N asked curiously.

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Year 5-6 - 12nd August 1996

Y/N was reading her romantic novel with Adrian in her bedroom. Her back glued to her boyfriend's, comfortably installed in her bed but Adrian had other plans. He made it understand to Y/N by sliding his hand on her thigh, gently rubbing it with the tip of his fingers before carefully making his way to her inner thigh as he starts putting wet kisses on her neck. "Adrian..." She whispered, annoyed. "I want you Y/N..." He murmurs hungrily in her ear. "Stop !" She shouted bad she threw the book on the bed and quickly gets out of his arms.

"What is wrong with you ?" He asks, staying still on the bed. "I-I'm not ready." Adrian sighs as he gets up too. "Oh come on ! You haven't been ready for a year and a half now." Adrian accuses, Y/N crosses her arms on her chest and looks away, out of shame. It wasn't the first time her and Adrian were arguing about that subject. "Y/N...can I ask you something ?" Y/N put finally her gaze on him, he takes it as a 'yes'. "Is there something between you and Draco ?" Y/N frowns at his question. "What ? Why do you put him in this conversation ?" She asked back. "It would explain why you don't want to have sex with me."

Y/N let a shocked face appears. "Are you accusing me of cheating on you..." she marks a little pause. "With my best-friend ? Are you crazy ?" Adrian rolls his eyes. "I'm not crazy Y/N ! You think I don't see the way you look at each other ? You can't make me believe there's nothing."

"But there's really nothing Adrian." Pucey takes a step further towards her, making her jumps slightly. "Stop lying !" He shouts loudly. "Y/N you don't look at me the way you do for him" Y/N pass nervously her hand in her hair, she didn't know what to say to his accusation. "Do you love me ?" Her boyfriend asked. "Yes ! Of course I do Adrian" She lied, not wanting to aggravate her case. She did like spending time with him, but something always felt off, in the back of her head she knew their relationship would come to an end sooner or later. She wasn't in love with him, it's was crystal clear for her. "I don't believe you..." Adrian said sadly. "How can I prove it to you then ?"

"Stop talking to Draco, erase him from your life." Y/N eyes widen, it was the point of no return, with this asks Adrian completely close his possibilities to keep Y/N in his life. 'You will always come before anyone else' was the first thing that came to her mind, that night when she told Draco that she would never leave him. "No. I'm not going to do that." She said hangrily. "Then that's it, you want us to be done ?" He shouted. "Yes. We're done Adrian, leave, I don't want to see you anymore." Adrian frowns as he hears her. "Are you serious ?"

"Yes, I've never been this serious in my life !" Adrian breath quicken, trying to keep himself from punching something. "So that's it you throw a relationship of a year and a half in the garbage ?" Y/N turns to don't confront his angry gaze. "Yes...excuse me but between a relationship of a year and a half and my friend that i grew up with, the choice is quickly made !" She said almost in a whisper, knowing well that it wouldn't make Adrian less angry. This one quickly walks towards her and obliged her to face him by gripping her shoulders harshly, making gasp in pain. She wouldn't be surprise of discovering bruises the next morning. "So I was right, you did fuck with him behind my back huh ?" His question make Y/N see red and the first thing she makes is suddenly crashing the palm of her hand on his cheek. His head turns at the violent slap he just received. "Get the fuck out of my house."

Adrian stays still for a second, processing what just happened but Y/N's voice bring him back to reality again. "Now !" She screamed. Adrian finally meet his girlfriend eyes, his heart broke when he realise she's crying, but he don't say anything and pick up his stuff before leaving in silence.

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Year 7 - 13rd October 1997

"Idiot." Her father simply said. "I'm glad you made the right choice sweetheart." Narcissa gently said to the young witch. As Y/N turns her head to look at Draco who smiles at her. He was glad too of course. His heart tightens for a moment, thinking of were he would be right now if she chose the second option, if she would've actually left him. It would've broken him for sure.

"Yes, we all know Draco is much better for her than this stupid Pucey." The father Y/L/N said in his beard. "Definitely ! I don't know what my daughter is waiting for !" Y/N giggles at her mom's remark. 'Only if she knew' she thought to herself. "You'll never leave us alone aren't you ?" She asked, falsely annoyed. "Not until you're married like Narcissa and I planned it !" All the families laugh together. Until Y/N meets Draco's gaze, it didn't sound like a bad idea after all.

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Year 5-6 - 12nd August 1996

"Y/N...are you okay ?" M/N asks to her daughter worryingly. "I just saw Adrian leaving, what happened." Y/N was sitting at her desk, writing a note before she gets up and give it to her owl, completely ignoring her mother. "To who are you sending your owl ?" M/N asked a bit confused. "Draco." Y/N's mother frowns slightly. "Mom...can I go to the Malfoy's tonight ? I really need to see Draco..." The worried mother nods in response. "Sure sweetheart !"

Knowing she won't get more informations, M/N simply steps back until she's on the doorstep while Y/N prepare a little bag to prepare the night. "Hey...you're going there by your broomstick ?" Y/N turns on her feet to face her. "Yes !" Her mother nods. "Okay, be careful on the road alright ?" Y/N chuckles slightly. "Mom...you know it only takes me like...a minute to get there right ?" She slowly walks towards her. "Yes, I know, but...I don't know, it's dark outside and you seem pretty upset so..." Y/N tilt her head and smile sadly as she sees how worried her mother looks. "Mom I'm fine don't worry !"

Her mother quickly nods before putting a gentle kiss on her daughter's forehead. "Okay, now fly to Draco before I change my mind !" Y/N giggles at what she hears as she goes back to prepare her bag. "On my way !"

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Y/N gently knocks on the big door of the Malfoy manor, she just have to wait a few seconds before they opens on a worried Draco. "Hey, I received your owl, what happ-" Y/N cuts him by jumping into his arms, letting salty tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Of course Ms Y/L/N, I'll make Y/N's happiness, my priority !" M/N smiles softly at his response. "Can you promise me that ?" She asked. "I promise you !"

Draco jumps as he remembers that promise he made to her mother 6 years ago. He never meant this promise more than at this exact moment, when Y/N is crying in his arms. 'I'll make Y/N's happiness, my priority' is the sentence that kept coming back in his head. "Come here Y/N..." he grabs her hand and pulls her towards a more private room. They get up the giant stairs to reach Draco's bedroom where they'll be sure to not be interrupted by his parents.

He slowly close the door behind her while she make her way into his bed, she lays her back against the headboard and presses her knees against her chest. Draco grimaces when she sees her, he hated seeing her this sad, she was so much more beautiful when she was smiling and even more when he was the reason for her to smile.

He joins the bed and sits besides her, he puts his hand on her right knee to comfort her. "I broke up with him." She reveals, without looking at him, she just bites her lips in nervousness. Draco's eyes widen, he takes all his energy to not scream in happiness. "Why ?" He simply asked. "He-he accused me of cheating." She marks a pause, closing her eyes to help a few tears to roll down her cheeks. "With you." She finished. "Wait...what ?" He nervous giggle comes out of his mouth. "He said there's is something different in the way we look at each other..." Draco's gaze was resting on her friend's face, of course, he could hide his feelings by his action but his eyes said it all. His heart skips a bit when she turns her heads to look directly in his blue eyes, searching for that thing Adrian was talking about.

And she saw it. "He's right." She simply continued, Draco tilts his head without stopping to look at her magnificent eyes. "What do you mean ?" The blondie asked, confused. "I-something always felt off in this relationship, something was missing." She starts as she slightly turns her body towards him, she bites her lips as one of her hand rests now on one of his cheeks. "And that thing was you, it always have been you...as much as I hate when our parents tease us about it but they're right too ! I love you Draco."

Draco doesn't need more words to make the first move, his hand who was already on her body, quickly pass from her knee to her face that he pull towards his to crash his lips on hers. The kiss was passionate and full of both of their love. Draco's other hand slips on her waist to make her climb on his lap. Their lips move together like it's was their last dance together even though it was the first of a long series. After a while, they finally pulls apart, but stay as close as possible by resting their forehead against each other. "If you knew for how much time a wanted to do this Y/N..." Draco whispered.

"I'm sorry for not realising earlier..." Draco smiles as he finally opens his eyes to look at her. "It's okay...but now we have to stop losing time. Fuck Y/N...I want to stop presenting you as my friend, I want you to be so much more." Y/N giggles at what he says before putting her hand on his who was still resting on her still wet cheek. "Me too Draco...me too." She whispers as she leans to quickly kiss his soft lips again. "We should probably go to sleep, it's late." Draco whispered against Y/N's lips as he gently rubs her cheek with his thumb.

"Yes, we should." Y/N says before getting up of the bed. "Where are you going ?" Draco asked, confused about what she does. "I-I'm going to the guest room ?" Draco starts laughing, I front of a confused Y/N, it made sense to her, ever since she was a child when she was sleeping in the Malfoy's manor she would always sleep in another room. "Come back here." Draco said as he lays on his bed and point his chest, the witch blushes when she gets back and puts her head comfortably on his chest, she could hear his heartbeat through it, which was really relaxing to her. "Are you sure this is a good idea ? What if your parents comes in and sees us like that ?"

"First of all, they are not going to catch us, and two, even if they do, they will be happy for us ! They've been trying to put us together for the past 17 years Y/N." Y/N nods after raising her head to look at his beautiful face. "Talking about it, don't you think we should keep it to ourselves ?" She grimaces, scared of hurting him or making him mad. "At least, until we really know if it works between us, not that I don't want this to work but...it's just that they would be so disappointed if it doesn't..." She bites her lips nervously while Draco brush a stray of her hair between her ear. "Okay, i understand, don't worry. Actually it'll be better, we both know they would get super excited and probably putting pressure on us before it even starts. And I really want us to work." He calmly respond, making Y/N smiles in relief that he understood. "It's us against the rest of the world..." She whispered. "It's us against the rest of the world." He repeated before grabbing her chin between his fingers to kiss her lips one last time.

He was already addicted to the feeling and the taste of them. He was ready to kiss them for the rest of his life. "I love you too by the way." He whispered against them, making Y/N smiles.

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Year 7 - 13rd October 1997

It didn't sound like a bad idea after all. Y/N looked in Draco's eyes. They both understood each other. It was the right time, after all, she was sure of being truly in love with the Malfoy son. And even more she could see her future with him, she didn't need more time to know if it worked between them. So what could stop them ?

"Talking about me and Draco..." Y/N started, making all the adults stop laughing and look at her. The young witch takes a deep breath before looking at Draco who gave her a supportive smile. "We're not friends anymore." She continued, Draco helped her by putting his hand over hers on the table. Making everyone gasp in the room. "I knew it !" Narcissa cheers happily, making the teenagers giggle. "So...you two are together ?" M/N asked, still In shook. "Yes mom" Y/N responded as she let a giant smile appeared on her face. "Bloody hell ! I don't think I can express how much I'm happy right now !" M/N says as she tries to keep her tears to herself.

"Alright, this is the moment I act like a protective father isn't it ?" The father Y/L/N starts before clearing his throat and take an authoritarian air. "So, Draco, you know I love you like my own son right ? But since you're now with my little daughter that means I might have to kick you ass if i ever learn you hurt her. Don't take it wrong Lucius, but I'll have to do it !"

"Don't worry I'll be the first one to help you !" The blond patriarch said to his friend, making everyone giggle except for Draco and Y/N. "Awesome, so you've annoyed us for the past 18 years for us to get together and now you're going to make him run away ?" Y/N complains. Her father was about to say something but Draco is quicker than him. "Don't worry, I don't plan on going anywhere." He says as his hand grabs hers before bringing it to his lips to gently kiss it. All of that under the gazes of everyone, making the adults and his girlfriend shivers.

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Later that night, Y/N was clearing the table when she felt two arms surrounding her waist. "You know you have house elves to do that right ?" Draco said in the back of her ear. "I'm sure won't mind a little help" She says as she takes a plate in her hands. "Put that back on the table, right now." The blondie said authoritatively. Y/N can't help but bite her lip, finding it overly sexy. "Why would I do that ?" She asks as she stays still. "Because I really want a hug from my lovely girlfriend" whisper in her ear, knowing damn well the effect he has on her. Y/N sigh as she puts the plate in the table under the satisfied gaze of her boyfriend. "You're so needy Draco..."

"Not my fault, I've been sitting next to you for a whole night without being able to touch you, it was torture Y/N !" Y/N laugh as she finally turns to face him, her arms slide around his neck while he squeezes her a little tighter against him "Needy and dramatic, it keeps getting better !" She teases. Draco rolls his eyes before leaning to approach her ear. "We'll see who's the most needy when we'll be in the sheets tonight darling." He whispers before putting a wet and hungry kiss on her neck. Y/N bites her lips as she feels her heart racing suddenly, making her breath a little bit faster.

The Slytherin Prince pulls away just enough to be able to look at her face, and a devilish smile appears on his when he sees how she reacted. Until his gaze meets their parents's though they were discreet behind the glass of a fire. "They're looking at us." He said in a giggle. "Oh lord..." Y/N complains as she puts her forehead on Draco's chest. "I'm sure they're already planning on our marriage." She said in her beard. "I wouldn't mind it." Draco responded, making Y/N her head in a quarter of second. Draco jumps at her sudden movement. "You-did you just said you wouldn't mind marry me ?"

Draco raises his shoulders, not realising what he just said. "Yes of course" he then gently takes Y/N faces between his large hands, her still in shock. "Listen Y/N...I love you, more than anything else so...yes, maybe one day, I might ask you to marry me." Y/N looks into his magnetic gaze as she smiles like a child. "Draco...I love you so much." She shout before crashing her lips against his.

•••

"You're tired ?" Draco asked softly to Y/N who was clearly fighting to not fall asleep on Draco's shoulder. The young couple were resting in the family living-room while the adults were still discussing in the kitchen and drinking one of there expensive alcohol. "Yes..." she said in a whisper. Draco puts a little kiss on her scalp before getting up. "Let's go to sleep then !" He said as he pulls his hand towards her. Y/N smiles as she grabs it and let him pull her strongly to help her getting up too.

The two walks towards the witch bedroom but her mother's voice stop them. "Where are you going kids ?" M/N asked curiously. "ummm we're going to sleep." Y/N responded to her mom. Her mother slightly gasp and blinks nervously. "Oh, okay...um...I'll ask the house elves to make your bed in the guest room Draco !" M/N nods while Y/N hesitate to tell her or not about this detail. "No need mom, see...Draco and me have been sleeping together for the past year...on we're not really looking forward to change that habit ?" Y/N grimaces the whole time, scared of her mom's reaction while Draco scratch the back of his head, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "Oh...okay." M/N simply said, keeping herself from asking more questions.

"Alright...good night mom !" Y/N cheers as she grabs Draco's hand. "Good night Ms Y/L/N !" The blondie said politely. "Kids wait !" The mother shouted, making Y/N sighs, of course it couldn't be that easy. "I'm sorry but I have to ask, do you two uses protection ?" It's too much to handle for Y/N, she gasps at her mother's questions. "Oh my god mom ! I'm not having this conversation with you right now !" She shouted before quickly pulling Draco into her bedroom. "Good night !" She screamed from her doorstep as she pushes Draco inside. She then quickly close the door while she nervously passes her hand trough her hair.

She turns on a Draco dying of laughter. "It's not funny !" She shouted as she crosses her arms on her chest. "Yes it is !" She rolls her eyes before jumping in her bed. "Stop laughing and come to bed with me." Draco obeyed after removing his black suit, his arms sliding around her half asleep body. "Good-night my love." He whispered. "Good night Dray." She said in a murmur before falling asleep in the arms of the boy she truly loves.

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[innittowinit]

Tommyinnit is going to be okay

summary: With lockdown, expectations and grades constantly seeming to be lower than desired, Tommy starts to give up on school. Luckily he has his makeshift family to help him out.

word count: 1778

notes: hhh im super sorry to those of you who were waiting for me to finish the next chapter to my amusement park fic, i was working on it but i'm feeling kinda :/ so i wrote this instead to get da feelings out. Updates should be back to normal next friday. also my birthday is soon!!! 22nd pog!!!!!!!!!! i'm gonna be 16 and i am :D about that

AO3

If you asked him, he’d say he didn’t care. He’d joke about how bad he was doing, call himself stupid, play into the grades and act like they were all he was capable of.  

Truth is, he knew he could be better, he knew he was expected to be better, so when he was given his report card and saw that he was scoring mediocre in most subject and even failing a few, he swallowed the lump in his throat and laughed, telling his friends that he didn’t know what he expected.

School was tough but he was expected to be tougher, when he had pages upon pages of chemistry homework so hard that  it made him cry, he didn’t tell anyone because that wasn’t what was expected of him. He stayed up for nights on end just trying to grasp at a passing grade but most of the time was spent panicking anyway, so why was anyone surprised when he started to give up?

When he stopped handing in assignments, when he stopped revising, when he stopped turning up to class, why were they all so surprised? They had watched his downfall with front row seats and now were gasping as they saw him drowning in the pool they put him in without teaching him to swim.

So here he was, locked in his bedroom, the shadows of the overly optimistic boy he painted himself as lingered as he looked around. It made him sick to his stomach, to lie to everyone like that. He knew for a fact if anyone from school watched his content they’d know he was lying. It was hard to differentiate himself sometimes, from the boy who just wanted to make his parents proud to the boy who roleplayed on minecraft servers. Now don’t get me wrong, they were both very much him, he just wished he could let his followers know that he wasn’t that happy all the time. It was only when he wasn’t being suffocated by his own academic failures.

Giving up was a stupid idea, it only made his grades worse but he justified it by saying that at least he was failing on purpose now. There could be no disappointment or shame if he didn’t try, if he told everyone that he just didn't care about grades and he could get better ones if he wanted he would be so much less pathetic than if he said that he had put in everything and still done badly. It didn’t work though, he was self-sabotaging. With every failing grade his self esteem fell further and further until he was sure it was gone completely. He didn’t feel stupid, he just felt like everyone else was smarter than him. He thought that maybe, if he tried hard enough, he could get himself out of this funk, but then again that required showing people that he was working hard and if he still failed after that he was sure he’d feel far worse than he already did.

Talking about this to someone was out of the picture too. Aside from the fact that he’d rather eat a live slug than make someone worry about him, he knew he’d just seem lazy and pathetic if he brought it up to anyone anyway. He just didn’t know how to explain that he’d got so overwhelmed that it broke him, it felt like his whole life he wished that people would stop overestimating him.

He just wasn’t good enough.

A knock on his bedroom door brought him out of his self-deprecating spiral, causing him to only curl in on himself, under the blankets, even further. No doubt it was his parents here to nag him about school again.

“Go away mum I don’t care! It doesn’t even matter” he huffed as he pulled his phone out,with the intention to ignore his family through looking at instagram.

“Tommy it’s not your mum” He heard a man’s voice speak from behind the door. “Look it’s me, Wilbur, Phil and Techno are here too. Your parents said you’ve been feeling pretty down lately so we just wanted to hang out. If talking is too much we can just play a game”

Silence.

Tommy took a moment to mull the words over, it stung that his parents had told them about what was going on but he could help but feel a little special that they had traveled so far to come cheer up him specifically. Especially Techno, he wasn’t sure if he should feel honoured or guilty that he had to fly out, deciding that both was probably the best option, he made a metal note to pay him back for the plane ticket.  

“Listen Tommy” He heard another man’s voice as he silently walked towards the door “It’ll be okay in the end, I don’t know what you’re going through right now, and you only need to tell us if you want to, but I promise it’ll be okay. Life has a way of making things fit into place in the end”

Biting his lip,Tommy twisted the key to the left, taking a deep breath before opening the door. He knew he looked terrible, his hair was greasy and all over the place, he had a pepsi stain on the shirt he had been wearing for three days straight, and he knew for a fact he smelled unpleasant. Despite all these less than ideal features, the three men all gave him a hug as soon as they saw him.   Each one of them had sincere smiles on their faces, they didn’t look like they were here to pity him at least.

Still without saying a word, Tommy stepped to the side to invite them into his messy room, before going to sit on his bed again. Coke and Pepsi cans were overflowing from his bin and he knew the plates of half eaten dinners were starting to smell, still though, they weren’t judging him. Techno and Phil sat either side of him and Wilbur sprawled himself out at the foot of the bed, as much as he wanted to keep up the silence and grumpiness, he couldn’t help but gasp a little, feeling his throat go tight and his eyes heat up with fresh tears, when Techno wrapped an arm around him.

How long had it been since he was hugged like this? It wasn’t like the greeting hug he had just gotten, it was so much more sincere and heartfelt. A ghost of a smile hinted at his lips.

As more silent tears dripped down his cheek, Techno rubbing his arm soothingly, he finally realised that he just wanted someone to genuinely care about him. He didn’t mind high expectations if they came from a good place; whenever Wilbur spoke about how Tommy would be so much bigger than he already was, he didn’t feel pressured, he felt motivated. He knew Wilbur genuinely believed in him and more importantly would still care about him if he didn’t live up to what he expected, in contrast to his parents who he honestly wasn’t sure if he had unconditional love from or not.

That’s what the problem was. Finally, he had Techno, Phil and Wil all here because they loved him, and he knew they wouldn’t judge him. They wouldn’t hate him for failing an exam, they wouldn’t mock him for getting overwhelmed, they certainly would love him no matter how bad he messed up.

Right in that moment, he stopped caring about whether or not he’d make people worry, he stopped caring about any possibly negative opinions of him because he knew he was safe, and he leant his head against Techno’s shoulder, crying out all the stress and insecurities that had lead to his spiral in the first place. It wasn't long before Phil joined in, wrapping an arm around him from the other side, and then came Wilbur, who was practically laying against all three of them as he tried to hug him from where he had been sat.

“It’s a lot of work and it’s a lot of expectations…..y’know I’m just not smart enough to live up to what they want me to do”

The blonde choked out his words, it felt great not to have to hold back his feelings for once, to finally have people who would listen. Really though, they had been there all along, his judgement had just been too clouded that he hadn’t realised.

“Listen Toms”

He heard Phil sigh sympathetically,

“You’re a smart boy, if school is making you feel like this, maybe the way you’re learning is the problem, I know it’s super generic advice but if you can find a teacher you trust you should be able to talk about what alternatives there are. As for expectations, fuck ‘em. You’re doing your own thing and you’re doing it well. You’ve already surpassed everyone's expectations.”

He felt Phil move over so Wilbur could sit with them properly, with pretty much 4 men all sitting on the same section of the bed, it was a squish but they made it work.

“Tommy man, I was a massive nerd in school. I was such a perfectionist that I’d panic about any grade lower than like 95%, I didn’t even have any expectations I was trying to live up to, I just wanted to be the best at everything. Anyway I’ve had more ruts like what you’re going through than I can count so I’m speaking from experience when I say, I promise you it’s gonna be fine. Tommy you’ll be okay”

Tommy didn’t bother replying, he was too choked up from the sheer vulnerability and love that he didn’t want to open his mouth and risk any noise coming out.  

“Big T,” Wilbur chuckled as he practically climbed over Phil to see him properly, “I failed half my GCSE’s and I’m doing great. Try your hardest but if things go tits up just know that you’re life won't just be over”

Tommy just nodded, wiping at his eyes as he leant his head against Techno. For the first time in a long time he felt loved.  

“We actually had a plan.” Wilbur had taken Phil’s spot, on the bed, completely now, and the man was left to crouch next to it. “We’ll clean up in here while you go take a shower and then we can watch Up. We made Techno bring some of those American sweets over and we also got a load from Tesco on our way here. How’s that sound?”

Again, Tommy nodded his head. He was going to be okay.