#special thank you to my dash being covered in this text for the past while givin me motivation to remake it

[xiomeebo]

Remake of this

[moemammon]

When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

[sooibian]

Trespassing is Prohibited!

Pairing: Baekhyun x Fem!Reader ft. Chanyeol

Genre: Fluff! Fluff! Fluff! Crack. Friends to Lovers AU, University AU (ish) 

Description: Byun Baekhyun has had enough. He finally wants to ‘man up’ and make you his. But things continue to spiral out of control all thanks to his friend, philosopher, and guide (a.k.a. The Worst Wingman Ever) Park Chanyeol.

Warnings: A very rambly Baekhyun and a longwinding confession

Word Count: + 3k

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“You want me to talk about the weather?” Baekhyun squeaked into the phone after having breathed in helium from the blown up balloon in his hand.

“The weather, politics...the economy even.” Heaving slightly, Chanyeol spoke after a moment, his usual gruff and masculine voice reduced to a wafer thin high pitched squeal, sending Baekhyun into a fit of helium suffused giggles.

Taking another drag off of the balloon, Baekhyun warbled and piped, “Say...say that again. Say economy again!”

“Eco...econo-” Chanyeol’s extreme outburst of laughter at the sound of his own voice, rendered him unable to pronounce the final syllable.

All along, you stood at the door, comfortably leaning against its frame and eavesdropping on their conversation or the blatant lack thereof. Chanyeol suddenly wanted Baekhyun to talk about the weather, politics, and the economy? You thought you’d grown immune to your best friends’ antics but they continued to up the ante and left you baffled, amused, or both every single time. 

You cleared your throat to catch Baekhyun’s attention but it fell on deaf ears. He rolled around in bed, breathing in helium, laughing hysterically, chanting the words ‘economy, weather, and politics’.

“BAEKHYUN!” You screamed at last. He scrambled to face you, wearing an expression of a deer caught in the headlights. You finally had the entirety of Baekhyun’s eight second attention span all to yourself.

“YAH! YAH! YAH! What are you doing here?” Baekhyun retaliated and then whispered something into his phone, stuffed it inside his pocket, straightened his shirt and sat primly on the edge of the bed like a child who’d been caught eating forbidden candy. He threw you an accusatory glance but there was an unmistakable hint of embarrassment and panic in his eyes.

Peering over your glasses, you snapped at him, “I’ve come to pick up my phone charger because you obviously lacked the courtesy to return it!”

“Oh!” His lips protruded into a pout and he tilted his head to the side as if in deep thought, “I’ll bring it over in the evening.”

“Why are you acting so….dazed and confused?” Slouching, you took careful, deliberate steps towards the bed and sat down next to him. Leaning into his frame, you sniffed his neck and whispered, “Are you...Baekhyun don’t tell me you’re on something!”

Levelling his face with yours, he searched your eyes before flicking your forehead in response to your wild allegation. “Shut up! The audacity! You’re the one barging into my house in the middle of the day. Trespassing is prohibited!”

Confused, you pulled away from him and asked, “What are you saying?”

The corners of his lips drooped. Brows knit together, he replied, “You should’ve called first!”

His extremely out of character standoffishness made you uncomfortable. You were clearly not interrupting anything other than a helium infused gala which, truth be told, you were greatly annoyed at not being invited to. Neither were you inconveniencing him in any way. You were to simply fetch the electronic device and head home. And this wasn’t anything out of character for you either. You’d always felt free to walk into his goshiwon as you did your own. Yet, here he was, dark hair unkempt, dressed in his usual baggy clothes, accusing you - his best friend, his emergency contact, the one he moved cities with for University, the only one who had the passcode to his goshiwon - of breaking and entering. You knew Baekhyun since the day you’d learnt to walk and in all these years he’d made you feel a lot of emotions - happiness, sadness, mostly anger but not once had he made you feel unwelcome. 

Your heart sank to your stomach at this abrupt coldness.

“Baekhyun, you took my charger, remember? My phone died.” Fighting the lump in your throat, you explained politely and proceeded to rummage his desk drawers for the said item.

“Wait!” He came trotting after you barefooted as you dashed out of his room. He grabbed your wrist to hold you firmly in place. 

While you were no stranger to physical contact with Baekhyun, these past three months since your break up had started to get increasingly excruciating for you. A slight brush of his hand with yours sent tingles through your skin, made your cheeks flame, your legs turned to jelly, and alarms blared inside your head. At first you thought it was just your hormones messing with you - he was an attractive man and you’d only recently been deprived of love and attention but you’d slowly begun to realize it was something far beyond that. Something you had an inherent knowledge of but were not quite ready to confront yet. 

“I’m leaving.” You replied matter-of-factly. Yanking your hand free from his grasp, you didn’t bother to look at him. “Helium makes you stupid!” You yelled instead, and banged the main door shut behind you.

.

.

.

After a week of radio silence (though he was still clearly avoiding you at campus) Byun Baekhyun had finally started texting you again and you realized that he was now a changed man.

He'd gotten...boring.

Every morning he'd send you a no effort good morning text along with, lo and behold, weather updates! Bland messages ending with the same emoji. Mostly alternating between 'Good morning! Don't forget to wear a mask today, the fine dust level is scary! ☺️' and 'Good morning! Don't forget to carry an umbrella today, it might rain! ☺️'

You'd almost always reply with a disinterested 👍 but he remained undeterred. 

Now it was as if Baekhyun and Chanyeol came as a package. The duo seemed to be joined at the hip and they walked in the opposite direction every time they caught you approaching them. Movements frantic, whispering in each other’s ears as if they were plotting to start a rebellion to overthrow the Government. But the Morning Daily from Baekhyun remained unchanged. Until one day, you snapped and replied with an emoji depicting another special digit used to indicate an entirely different sentiment from the sweet old 👍.

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Later that evening you were dressed up for a double date set up by your classmate Jiwoo, your only “friend” other than Baekhyun and Chanyeol. She was to introduce you to her boyfriend’s friend who she thought was your type. Not looking for anything more than just a stress free and light evening, you decided to dress to the nines, let your hair down, and forget all about Baekhyun’s pigheadedness. 

Dabbing on just a hint of blush along your cheekbones, you gave yourself a quick once over in the mirror. It was then that a familiar beeping reached your ears and you rushed out of your bedroom to greet the unexpected visitor with a snarky comment.

“Trespassing is prohibited!” Crossing your arms over your chest, you glared at Baekhyun through your glasses. Dressed in a black hoodie, head covered in the Nike cap you’d gifted him for his birthday, twirling a pen between his fingers he just stood there, smiling sheepishly with a bag from your favourite desserts cafe in his other hand. It seemed like he’d come straight to yours after his lectures.

His gaze hesitantly roved over you and he questioned softly, “Going somewhere?”

Slinging a shoulder bag on, you averted your eyes and remarked, “It’s none of your business.” 

“Yah! Don’t be like that”, he said with a soft chuckle yet his voice bore a hint of dejection and apology.

“That’s rich coming from you. Allow me to remind you how strange you and Chanyeol have been acting since the last two weeks!”

“I’m - I’m ready to..talk about it.” He quipped, awkwardly proceeding to put the box of desserts in the refrigerator. He then very comfortably took a seat at the kitchen table.

Hands on hips, you sauntered to the main door and shook your head, gesturing for him to leave. “Not today, Baek. I’m running late.”

He pulled back the chair next to his, and drummed his fingers on the table nervously. “Come sit. I won’t take too long. I promise.”

Letting out a deep sigh, you dragged your feet to the table and slumped into the chair.

“You look nice.” Lips stretched into a thin line, he stole a glance at you and said to his cuticles instead. 

“BAEKHYUN!”

“Okay..okay sorry… so the day you came home?”

“Please stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Drawing out sentences in a question.”

Inhaling deeply, a slightly irate Baekhyun replied, “I’m trying okay.”

“Listen, first of all I am really annoyed at not being invited to that helium balloon call? So I’d advise you to think twice before saying anything stupid. Tell me...why did you two think it was a good idea -”

Embarrassed, he interrupted to get that part of the discussion out of the way. “Chanyeol and I just wanted to know what we sounded like… over the phone, you know? We sounded..err...squeakier.”

“Okay...I hate to say this but ...makes sense, I guess? Why wasn’t I invited?”

“Because - ”

You leaned in closer, questioning eyes locked with his.

“Because -”

“Baek, I’m running late!”

“It’s because we were talking about you!”

“No? You were talking about politics -”

“Politics, weather and -”

‘The economy’ The two of you said in unison, face averted from each other to keep from laughing at the recent memory of Chanyeol’s oddly peculiar way of saying it.

“Yes..so Chanyeol and I were discussing how you probably don’t see me as a man? Like … a man man?”

Face scrunched into an expression of pure confusion, your mouth fell open to answer Baekhyun but no words came out. His lower lip had begun to wobble slightly and he rubbed his palms on his thighs before continuing. “He was of the opinion -”

“You’re literally the only one to ever pay heed to Loey’s opinions!”

“Yah! Don’t shit talk my Loey!”

“Yah! He’s my Loey too! Moving on”, pinching the bridge of your nose, you urged him to continue with a curt nod.

Baekhyun straightened his spine, threw his shoulders back and explained, “We had a thought.” 

“Both of you? The same one?”

“Ye-yes?”

“This is not going to end well. I can feel it in my bones.”

“Can you stop acting like you’re better than us? Just for a moment?”

“Fine! Go ahead.”

“We thought that it was about time you started to see me that way.”

“That way?”

“The way you used to look at your greasy vermin of an ex?”

“With sheer contempt and disgust?”

“That was after. I mean like before.” Hands balled into fists, Baekhyun looked at your expectantly.

“I don’t get it.”

He gave you an exaggerated smile as if to centre himself before throwing more vague questions your way. “What is the one thing - the only thing - I can actually cook?”

“Haejangguk?”

“Exactly! Do you get it now?”

“I have a thousand of reasons ...or ideas as to how you and Chanyeol would manage to relate Haejangguk with politics, weather, and the economy but I’d rather not dive into that cesspool. Instead I’ll allow you to explain.”

Baekhyun’s eyebrows shot up in concern as he explained softly, “Haejangguk helps with your hangovers. It took me fourteen tries to master! And it was Loey who ate every single spoilt batch. Without any complaints!”

“I wouldn’t say you’re any good at it even now but...sure whatever.” Rolling your eyes, you murmured.

Your phone chimed with a text from Jiwoo but before you could answer, Baekhyun snatched it from your hands and shoved it in the pocket of his hoodie.

“Pay attention. This is more important than that loser you’re going to meet.”

“Baekhyun!”

“No, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t watch you go from one idiot to another.”

“I’ve literally only dated two guys! Why are you suddenly getting territorial?”

“I am not getting territorial! What I’m saying is…  I spent these two weeks rehearsing the right thing to say to you but - screw that! And listen. You cannot do this anymore!”

“Do what?”

“You cannot waltz into my thoughts anytime you like! For instance I’m eating a tangerine, I think of how it would magically taste sweeter if I could only share it with you. Your face suddenly flashes before my eyes and I lose my mind while I’m doing the most mundane things like riding the subway or having a meal or talking to someone. I go grocery shopping and the first thing I pick up is strawberry milk and it’s not even my favourite! But I bought a whole damn carton because you love strawberry milk! I have cucumbers! Cucumbers! In my fridge because what if you crave oi muchim with your ramen some day and woe betide me if I DO NOT HAVE CUCUMBERS! I waste 4,050 Won every week on cucumbers but it DOES NOT MATTER because it would be nothing short of a tragedy if you want something and I can’t give it to you. Like, have you looked at yourself when you get upset? When your lips stretch into a thin line and your eyes ever so slightly lose their sparkle. It makes me want to pluck the bloody stars from the sky and lay them at your feet if it means that I can make you smile again. Do you know how warm you are? I mean, like, physically warm. Especially when you’ve woken up from a nap. So, so warm. I feel like wrapping you in my arms, putting your head on my chest and just...staying like that. Freezing the moment in time. Freezing the moment in time! Look at what you’ve done to me! I'm saying these cheesy things and I'm doing boring things like studying politics and understanding the state of affairs and keeping up with fine dust levels just so that you see me differently! So that I can somehow make you believe that you can rely on me. Think of me as more than just a friend who used to pull your pigtails back in the day.” 

The beat of your heart boomed in your ears. You hugged your coat tighter around yourself as if to conceal its conspicuous sound. Your throat felt dry and your spine liquified in the face of his overwhelming confession. You had a million things to say to him. And there was one specific thing you were dying to do the moment your eyes landed on his soft, strawberry pink lips.

Eyebrow cocked, you said in a low whisper. “Why not buy a jar of oi muchim instead? It’ll surely last longer than a week.” 

He buried his face in his hands and let out a shallow, pained wail and continued. “I'm done.” He looked up at you. Eyes droopy, lips pouty. “Put me out of my misery. Look, if you don't like me back the way I like you just ...forget that I said any of this. We can go back to being what we were at 7 o’clock. It's 7:30 now, we can rewind, 30 minutes. But don't...don't...what the hell how can you just sit there and act like you're watching a freaking movie. React! Say something! Actually...don't! Oh my god this is a trainwreck! I had rehearsed the right thing to say...but I got distracted by the indentations on the corners of your lips..I think I'm having a full blown breakdown… I just want to - ugh!"

"You just want to what, Baekhyunnie?"

You took his fists in your hands, eased them open and laced your fingers with his.

He clamped his eyes shut, slouched to make himself small, and muttered. "Don't call me that!"

Giggling softly, you repeated, "Baekhyunnie?"

Baekhyun flicked his eyes open. Unabashedly studying the curve of your lips, he whispered ‘Stop.’ His hand gently rested on your cheek, eyes seeking approval. You nodded in response, feeling your face flame. His honeyed gaze darkened as he leaned in closer, a sweet scent of bubblegum wafting in the space between you. His hand found the back of your neck, lips ever so slightly parted. Finding his movements excruciatingly slow you gravitated towards him while your breath hitched in your throat. He took your hand and placed it on his chest as his silken lips melted into yours. He held you like you were fragile, like he was experiencing the sensation of your skin on his for the very first time, committing every slight brush, every single touch to memory. You felt the wild hammering of his heart against your fingers despite the thickness of his cozy hoodie, your own reacting in likeliness. 

Baekhyun held you by your shoulders and gently pulled away, breaking the most delectable first kiss you’d ever had. Tilting his head to the side he looked at you briefly before making vague hand gestures and shaking his head. He opened his mouth to say something but found himself at a loss for words. Face flushed, he opened his mouth again after a while only to clamp it shut. 

Byun Baekhyun was processing.

After having had your fun with his perplexity, you smiled at him and raised an eyebrow questioningly, prodding him to speak.

“So...does this mean we’re?” He asked, voice faintly tremulous.

Pursing your lips to stifle a giggle you teased, “Yeah?”

“Am I your...I mean...are you my….girl-girlfriend?” Averting his eyes from yours, he inquired, while shyly rubbing the back of his neck.

Half shrugging, you answered, “Depends.”

Baekhyun’s face fell. “Depends?!” He exclaimed, almost in falsetto.

"Depends on whether you want to continue sending me daily weather updates.” You deadpanned.

“This feels like a trick question.”

“Yes or no?”

“N-no?”

“Then, yes. Byun Baekhyun, congratulations, you’ve earned the unequivocal and irrevocable right to call me your girlfriend.”

“Does it mean that you didn’t like the new and improved version of me?” He asked hesitantly, face clouded over with caution.

“That wasn’t the Baekhyunnie I fell for.”

“Yah!” Surprised at your sudden blurry confession, his eyes grew into large brown circles but the moment his gaze met with yours, his expression softened again. He smiled sheepishly and spoke tenderly, “Okay...noted. You too can call me your”, he cleared his throat, took your hand in his, placed a soft kiss on it and used his most dulcet voice to say, “boyfriend.”

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A/N: hello, hello @you-did-well-moon​ hope you enjoyed this very cheesy confession from Baekhyun! 

@exolssecretsanta​

[lgcmax]

hellooooo my legacy loves !! i hope life’s been treating you all well ! i know right now things are still pretty difficult ( as been all of 2020 tbh ), so i just wanted to flood the dash w a little positivity !!  you know, sometimes i feel bad because it seems that i can’t connect with everyone as much as i’d like, and it sucks !! but between my spotty activity at times and bad response times i didn’t want you to think i loved you all any less. so !!! below you will find a love letter to all of you lovely muns as well as some individual comments about my favorite thing about your muses everybody ! also, if you have lgc friends who aren’t really dash scrollers feel free to share this with them so that they can see !! anyways, go ahead and enjoy 😇💖

dear legacy,

okay - let me start by saying - i care for you sooooo so much !! and that goes for ALL of you reading this !! even if we’ve never talked, or you just joined, or we talk like every other month but never seem to catch each other at the right time ? i care for you !!! and don’t you ever forget it. honestly, legay is one of the healthiest places i’ve been in to develop my muse in a safe space, void of any judgement or just weird vibes. and that has to do with all of you, and i’d like to thank you for that !! our mods, of course, get a special hug for all that you guys do - i know that things can get hard, and we test your patience sometimes ... i get it !!  but to us, you’re kinda like our rp parents ?? we might nag, joke, and annoy but it’s all out of love, we promise ahaha !! anywho, once again everyone i’ve met in legacy, has no lie been so special to me ?? and i want you guys to know that !! literally all of you, even if it was just a quick message, have made an imprint on the great rp experience i’ve had here and i’d like to thank you for that ! and no this isn’t me leaving, i promise i’m gonna stick around for a loong time to come ahaha. but honestly, who would’ve thought ? i was bouncing around from rp to rp, and i didn’t recall, if i’m being hoenst, expect anything to come out of me giving this place a shot for the 2nd time ? but i’m so grateful to have gotten such a wonderful experience that made me not want to leave. there’s always things to do, muses to meet, and it’s crazy how well everyone keeps the dash flowing ! i’m always excited to look at what you and your muses are up too, and honestly i’m lowkey invested in all their little relationships lol ?? but that’s what makes this place so special ! the friendships, the enemies, the romance, and everything in between has made this into such a unique writing atmosphere to be a part of. so for that, i say thank you. and here’s to more legacy for years to come !!

now for the special portion of my letter !!! in alphabetical order, you will find a compliment of mine for your muse below !! phew, here i go :

(  and pls ... if i forgot u ... i apologize 20000x !! PLEASE tell me lol !! obviously this is for muses who are here at the time of writing this 10/2/2020, and i may update ! but if your muse is here at that time and you don’t see them PLEASE tell me i want to write them something but i might have accidentally deleted someone’s in the process of writing so many ! )

phunsawat kannika first of all i have the fattest crush on her fc ojoijjoioij !! anyways, i love the commitment to all her pages, all her character inspos are my favorite, and i’m really interested to see her adjustment to korea ! i think she’s doing a great job already and will show that she can go even further !

yoon aria i haven’t got to say it yet but i LOVE how much of a meme she is oijoiiooij !! esp since she’s a model, it’s fun to have one who’s this cool model on camera but honestly so real and fun ?? like it gives her so much depth and i’m sure she’ll develop a loyal fanbase of like-minded goofs ? i want her and nari to interact tbh haha !!

lee benji my KING ! i love seeing benji develop his sense of purpose and try to see what he wants to become in the long run, and also how he’s stayed true to himself even after mocing to a whole different country ! and of course, his commitment to caring for others !

pongsak tee i ship jinseo and tee oijojoijoij !!!!!! anywho we love the thai representation, i really have enjoyed seeing tee’s progress over the past few months and how he’s adapting to slowly coming into the starlight ? it seems he’s still managed to maintain his kindness and i really enjoy that about him !

im nari is void because she is my muse but i love her very much hee hee !!

kang eunho first off as i’m writing this i see eunho’s first words for his babysitting solo is him flipping out over how cute babies are and i just think that’s adorable lol. but anywho ! eunho’s such a little sunshine and def gives me baby energy ?? light of my life. he’s like legacy’s daily dose of vitamins !

im bomi hana ... my favorite girl who i’m in love with ojjojjoijioji !! i think hana is so weird and goofy in the BEST ways and she’s an example of someone who’s not a famous girl, but a girl who happened to get famous ? i love her for her quirks and all her uniqueness, gamer girls ftw, 10/10 main character material !

hwang minjun i also love shinha and minjun too lmao !!! they are ... v cute !! i love how warm minjun’s heart is from what i’ve seen, and how open and accepting he is to all types of people and welcomes them to his warm fuzzy heart !!! also i would like to personally thank him for taking max in when they were in tokyo max DOES NOT deserve !

kim jinah ah i love her sm !! i know it sounds like max talking, but i love how she’s basically one of the bros lmao ?? but really ! i love her dually embracing of her cuter side and her more casual one, and how she just seems like the type of person you can have a drink and a good talk with ? and her interactions w junghwan stand out and give her an unexpected soft side !

lee yushin i feel like yushin is the younger brother we all wish we had but don’t deserve !! just a real fresh breath of air, definitely a little goofy but just as sweet ?? has the capability to win over even the coldest muses hearts ! and i am rooting for actor yushin 100%. you got this bud !!!!

kim nami somehow nami always pops up first on my dashboard but i’m not mad about it at all lol !! and i think nami is actually very multi-dimensional ! she already seems pretty sure of where she wants herself to go, and i think she’s going to make a really good senior to mentor junior trainees once she’s debuted for a bit ! she def will come correct !!! 

lin yue the way i’m SO invested in guessing what she’s eating but never can .... ahh !! also she loves martial arts which means nari would love her if she knew her uwu. anyways to me she’s quite the baddie, i feel like she’s got her toes dipped in a lot of things and therefore will be very versatile in what she can do ? i really love that ( outside of her outstanding visuals ) she actually has a v good personality and niche interests !

ahn dohwan i have promised myself i wouldn’t put any emphasis on fcs but since vernon is one of my ults i literally have to say: TASTE. anywho lmao !! dohwan gives me cafe boy vibes ?? hear me out. could totally see him making someone a macchiato while listening to their problems and offering advice ? he just seems like a v good listener & adviser ! i think once he debuts for real for real he’s gonna have a lot of bf material made by fans haha !!

leong charlotte first of all i just need to comment i saw a while ago on the dash when charlotte covered i wait and that was ?? iconic ??? we stan ??? streamday6pls ahem anyways ! her being in a band itself makes her an instant baddie, but beyond that she also seems v kind & passionate from what i’ve seen ! she’s got the cute & the fierce, and because of that i think she’ll be fierce competition in the industry once she debuts !

choi max is my muse however as my first bb here i love him deeply heart heart !!

jung ahin i will not lie i did not know seungwoo before i saw ahin, then realized he kinda looked like wonwoo and started to simp ?? IOJOIJOJ anyway this is more of an ooc note but thank u ahin’s mun for bringing me to the light 😇anyways !! i want ahin to do more things to make himself happy bc i think he really is this close to living his best life !! i want something really really good to make him super happy yk ? also i support his english learning journey !

kang jaemin HI ME REALIZING I NEED TO MESSAGE U BACK I’M SORRY SCREECH anyway !! he has a very warm presence, i feel like even when he debuts he’ll be the approachable type ? but also he’s just so smiley and i love it !! such a little fuzzball !! i do feel like more is going on in jaemin’s head than people would think, though ??

lee jaewoo listen jaewoo is my baby ok ... and he’s nari’s too ! also btw did you ever get that birthday text from her own his acc ? anyways i’m going wayy of topic let’s regroup lol !! i honestly admire the level of passion and drive he has so young, and he’s already come so far ? jaewoo has a lot of love in his heart for people and i hope he keeps that even after years of acting ! he truly is the light of lgc agency uwu !

seo yura i feel like yura is v real ! i think she only hides the things she feels are nessescary about herself, but to me she still comess off as really genuine ? it seems she has many types of connections present in her life, which i really like ! i think she’ll do really good at holding her own once it’s time for her official debut and i’m excited to see what’s ahead !

kang jun i think jun doubts himself far more than he realizes just how much he’s capable of !! jun is so adorable and he might hate me for saying that but it is what it is !! i don’t think he’s recognized his true power yet, and though that’s sort of good at humbling him, i think he will be a beast when he becomes fully confident ?? and i believe he will !! i think getting a proper fanbase will show him just how much he can do !

 ji haneul okay haneul made it to type zero, so tbh he already has his life together more than half of us ?? IOJOIJOJ no but for real i think haneul is a true  ���professional ✨even if he wouldn’t believe me if i told him ? although HE might not be so confident in it, i think haneul’s growing into his more mature self well and it’ll actually help him in the long run as he starts his journey in the idol industry !

kang jina you know what ? i think jina would be a really good leader in her group, if she were to debut as an idol ! i think she has really good communication skills and seems to just vibe with everyone around her ? which is important, as a leader ! but i also feel like she could lighten the mood and kay down the rules depending on which is needed ? that’s just how i feel ! i think she’d do well <3

seo geonwoo first of his theme is so aesthetically pleasing wow ?? anywho ! i do really enjoy geonwoo and honestly need to pay him more attention !  i honestly respect the fact that he knows his own power, and isn’t afraid to be confident in himself ? he just seems v sure of how he wants to live his life which makes him seem v stable, and def in the right direction ! i think he most often knows whats best for himself, and that’s a really valuable skill to have !

ok miyoung first off i DEFININTELY whole-heartedly ship miyoung and hunji, i do !! 😌 but yes miyoung def has romcom protagonist vibes, and i mean that in the best way possible ?? like she’s got quite a lot of things going on for her simultaneously, all while trying to discover things about herself too ?? i empathize with the level of chaos in her life but i think she’s handling it all very well and it’s exciting to read about !

son nabi nabi my ANGEL. i didn’t even know nabi too well prior to us plotting but now i’m so glad that i do !! she has the kindest heart and is willing to go out of her way, even for people she isn’t that close to, just out of the good of her heart ? and i think that’s so powerful ! she’s so baby and i vow to protect her from all the horrors of the entertainment industry because she’s a prime example of light amongst darkness !

ahn jaehwa you knowww jaehwa’s my girl 😚 i just love her adventurous spirit, and how she definitely is filled with more mischief than she may show on first impression ? i think she can use that to her advantage, and it will translate really well as charisma !! her and max’s first interaction showed me just how much of a daredevil she can be and i love it ! psa, we need to plot again !  

lee yohan first of yushina nd yohan’s broken friendship is some .... tea 🍵 i’m intrigued ... really i am !! i kinda wanna give him a massage chair for his birthday because i feel like there really is a lot of internal conflict going on in his head ? def hoping he achieves the dream od getting famous before he’s forced to enlist and drop his dreams, and in return for my support i am expecting free starbucks coffee on him, lol !!

bae nathan i honestly didn’t even realize just how iconic nathan is until we started plotting ? him and max share a lot of similarities, which i love, but beyond that he just is such a real dude who kinda just seems ... ok with being not perfect ? and i enjoy that ! he’s accepting the fact that he makes mistakes and knows that that’s ok. i feel like in the future he’d have a fire podcast ?? like i just feel like it’d be so real and entertaining !

han allie first of all, happy ( belated ? ) birthday to allie !!! second of all, producers in general are always just so interesting to me ? i feel like even though she’s still finding it, allie’s rather focused on creating a sound for herself and making it different ? def has the drive to make her dreams a reality, and i know she’ll do well ! allie, fighting !

kim junghwan i think junghwan has a heart of gold ! he’s good at working with others and def would have nice personality to just sit and talk about life with ! i think he also has a lot of hobbies and interests that are v cute and soft boi, so he’s definitely gonna attract the soft stans !! he’s another person i feel would make great leader material some day. also ship him and jinah all the way 😉

kim alex first off i LOVE luna she is my pride and joy .... i feel v embarrased i think we were supposed to thread and i forgot ! but that beside the point !! i feel like he does have crazy duality ?? at some points it’s like “wow, nice man, pet parent of the year” and other times it’s like “wow this man is wilding did he just say that ??” but ... the way i love both !! it’s so interesting seeing his conflicts and how he deals with other people, but maybe that’s the messy mun in me 🙊

ahn jaesun jaesun !! a king. first off i said it to danbi’s mun before but i am just putting it out there i love him & danbi together i do, i ship it !!! secondly i think, maybe because he’s been around for a quite awhile, but you ( the mun ) seem to have a very good grasp on his character ? i think he’s had really significant but gradual development, sort of coming out of his shell and expanding the things he’s willing to take on ! and i love that for him.

yoon shinha let me repeat that minjun and shinha - i ship it !!! i don’t even know hwo to describe it but i just love the energy shinha exudes !! it’s fun, playful, and full of energy, and i think that’ll transfer really well on stage !! he’s the type of guy who’s just down for whatever and i feel like he could befriend anybody if he really wanted to ! i like that about him and think he’ll have no problem getting along w whoever he works with in the future !

kyo miyeon my queen .... oh how i love her ! 😣❤ i think miyeon’s got a cold exterior with a soft interior ?? like she’s sososo composed and a little cold on the outside, but in reality she’s just over here loving animals and the simple things in life ? i think once she debuts she’s going to have fans have v passionate debates about whether they like her cool or soft side more since they’re both so prominent and so good !!

løvehjerte emil first off emil being from denmark and his name immediately stood out to me when he was accepted, and to me makes him v unique ? also doyoung rights ;) i like how well he seems to adapt to the situations presented to him, even if they’re new and unfamiliar to him ! i think he has his ability to keep his cool, but is still learning a lot from being a trainee and proving he can definitely grow beyond what he’s already accomplished !

jung miso miso is the baddest b no one can change mt mind oijoijoijo !!!!! but no for real i always have admired miso even if i haven’t got to interact w her on my muses too much ? at first i def got vibes of the popular girl everyone wants to be just like ? but i’ve realized she’s a loot more ! she has ( shrek vc ) layers, and i think it’s good to see someone who has a lot of things people would see as ideal, but without being unobtainable !

nam yunho yunho intrigues me so much !! i’m sad max hasn’t gotten to interact with him yet lol !! i feel like in this i keep comparing muses to character types but - just take a journey with me ok soijioiofoijfio !! i so see yunho as one of those guys in the movies about small town who’s family has has a business there for years and he’s the chill guy who shows the main character around town ? AND THAT’S A GOOD THING LMAO ! i feel like he’s just immensly chill and always is just vibing and down for a good time ! <3

jo jiwoo i think jiwoo is so exceptionally cute !! but don’t underestimate her because to me she also does have a very fiery spirit ?? and i love it !! def would have the potential to be a maknae on top and i am here for it !! but since she wants to be an actor i def see her even stealing the hearts of the staff ?? the best example of a puppy in real life i’ve ever seen !

na sera first of all being a twin is automatically cool so there’s that ?? but also !! i like how hard she’s fighting to prove her own, individual self worth ! i’m definitely excited to see how she’ll find her “thing” that really riles her up and makes her feel passionate ? and that maybe she’ll decide the idol thing is for her and go forward with it as a career !

min soyoun i think soyoun’s definitely go the girl next door charm, she defintiely seems like the type who you could be friends with easily, and i think she’ll maintain that even when she’s more famous ! she gives me free spirit vibes, and i think that even if she doesn’t know how, life will somehow work to make sure she always does well ! she’s defintiely proved her individuality and i think she’ll stand out from most around her !

geum danbi ugh danbi ... the way i’m obsessed with her ! i mentioned this already but her and jaesun ? cute we ship it !! i am a stan, i am ! anyways i think that danbi is so powerful, and i don’t mean that jokingly ! she does hold a very commanding presence for me, and i really respect her resilience in continuing to fight for her debut, even after being discouraged numerous times in the past ! i think that’ll make her debut all the more worth it, as she has taken the time to get even better and improve her skills !

jang taesung taesung ... the way i really am fascinated by him ! i don’t even interact w him on my muses but he’s still so entertaining to me !! he’s so casual and i just enjoy seeing his interactions ? he isn’t afraid to be authentically him, and though he doesn’t really show it in his words all the time he’s got a lot of emotions swirling around there ! he do ... he do be messy sometimes i get it ?? he’s a lil problematic ?? but it entertains me so we will take it !

song ahri ok i don’t want to claim this bc i’m not COMPLETELY sure but do i have permission to ship her and geonwoo .... i saw their thread on the dash and they’re so cute what 😚💖 ( revision : they are together i can say this lol !!! ) anywho onto ahri things ! she just seems like the sweetest person EVER she’s v gentle with her words and actions, and definitely seems like a comforter of sorts ? i think that, whoever she gets close to, would def have her to lean on in hard times ! she’s like 

son seolmi first of congrats on seolmi as the new musical actress !! we need more of them >.< but i feel like when seolmi looks back on her training experience she’ll be very proud of herself ! she has made a lot of improvements over her training period, found her passions, and worked to prove herself ! but i think, although she’s working v hard, she’s also doing twice as good at maintaining her friendships and being good to the people around her !

seo minseok minseok a true angel !! i know we haven’t gotten to write together in a while, but seeing his thread w nari we had i saw how kind he was ! he’s loyal to the people he calls friends, open to trying new things, and i think in the future when he gains experience he’ll be a really great mentor to the people who he precedes ! 

oh max ok first off i feel like i cannot not say this everytime i see him on the dash or a thread with him i’m constantly in a state of confusion about which max it is oijoioiiojaojoi ?? but !! i’m despite their names, they’re actually pretty different ! because unlike max choi, oh max is has a very loving and warm personality, and even though he comes from money you couldn’t really tell by his personality ?

park dohyun i def want him and max to interact together, side note !! because they’re both goofs and, of course, we need as many lgc boys connections as we can ! but anywho, i love dohyun, as i feel muses such as him are v necessary ! he definitely provides comic relief, and even though he doesn’t like to reveal his emotions, that just reveals another component to his emotional depth ! even if he isn’t someone who is vulnerable, i think it is great he does his best to make others happy !!

lee jiho i mean can i pls just adopt jiho as my child ?? he’s so cute oijjoijoij !! i think all though he’s ambitious and knows what he wants in life, he’s also realistic with himself and knows what he can expect and how to work toward a clothes ! it’s a trait not everyone has so i like that he does ! i think he’s also enough of a positive thinker that throughout any troubles he may have, he’ll get through it with a nice mindset !

lee hanbyul i think that once debuted officially officially, hanbyul will definitely grow in popularity almost immediately ! she’s already done well at gaining the hearts of fans even when she was a trainee, and with so many friends and opportunities under her belt she’ll get big in no time ! i think she’ll definitely be well known and that she’ll bring multiple fandoms together because it’s just hard not to like her !

jung jihye i love jihye !! she’s so raw and rolling with all the punches life has given her ? even after a rocky start to her career, she’s ready to give it a second chance, and although she went through a lot of bullying discovered a newfound love for acting ! i think that her dedication to being happy will show in her passion for whatever she acts in in the future, and i’m excited to see how the public perceives her !

tsai sunisa isa is the ultimate chill dude haha !! i think that he’s very calm and level-headed, while not coming off as careless ? although he’s very casual, he clearly does care about the other’s around him, and i think for him that shows in the little details rather than the big things ? i think he’s the type of person who does well at picking up on the energies of others, and noticing small details about them !  v v cool 💖😌

shin yeseo u KNOW me and max are collectively whipped for her oijoijoi !!! no but honestly, from what i’ve viewed of yeseo from an outside perspective, she’s goes beyond the socially required level of thoughtful ? she really does listen to everyone’s perspective and do what she thinks is best for everyone involved and i really like that ! i also like that the simple things are enough to make her very happy, and that she puts her all into the ones she cares for ! 

kang yonghwa i love how in love yonghwa is in with life, and how bright his spirit is !! he has such a ... sunshine spirit ? that’s the best way i can put it ! he’s just so positive the majority of the time, and i feel he has the ability to see the best traits of others and bring that out of them ! i also love his sense of adventure, and i think he’ll be a favorite for fans in no time ! kang yonghwa, 10 / 10, our best boy !!

kim hyunbin hyunbin reminds me of a cartoon character, in the best way ! he’s definitely very theatrical, and also has a more playful, teasing side to him ? i think that everyone needs a hyunbin in their life because he’s very considerate of the emotions of the people around him, and on top of that has a lot of interests and boosts any social scenario !

choi jinyoung jinyoung ... an angel ! it’s so my fault we don’t but we should plot more ! uwu anywho ! first off, happy belated birthday to him ! i noticed that during our to the max thread, despite being a little overwhelmed by human tsunami max choi, he stayed very polite and was open to trying a new experience out, and for that i really gained respect for him ! i think he’s a v soft boy but i don’t think he’s weak at all, in fact maintaining his kindness for others has shown my just how strong he is !!  😇😇

oh eunhye just like her article says, eunhye has a real knack for entertaining and i think it’s already begun to show ! i think her authenticity easily transfers to the camera, and that it makes people love her all the more ? she has the type of hypnotizing personality that makes people want to get to know her, and i don’t think it’s coincidence that she’s had the opportunities that she’s had already come to her !

oh gitaek congrats on becoming a producer gitaek !! clap clap !! hehee but i think gitaek is very adaptable ! even in environments when he doesn’t want to do anything, he’s going to push through - like dancing, for instance ! also him and hyunbin’s dynamic ?? v interesting. i’m invested on seeing where it goes ! i think gitaek has a lot of potential, much of which he’s already showing, and i think he’ll have no problem discovering himself fully and becoming big !

son alec just gotta say i always mix him and alex up on accident i wanna scream oijooi !! but also while scrolling his page and saw this: “ old people are amazing, is the conclusion he’s come to yet again  ” and i just wanna say i love him for that ojojoioij !! but anyways, alec gives me the vibe of a young adult still sort of finding their way, and i really love that ! he enjoys what he does but still has doubts, and i think that little back and forths very important ! i hope he becomes a super famous actor and achieves all his dreams !

son jieun i love how much jieun cares for her friends !! she was bold enough to straight up call taesung out for mistreating allie and tbh ... kinda in love with that energy ?? i think her bravery goes beyond even just this though, as she’s already tried many new things that others may have strayed away from in fear ! her sense of justice and determination is something i admire and honestly i feel like if it wasn’t for her obvious career path she’d be a great lawyer haha !!

nam jueun it’s the way i want to claim that i indeed am one of seojin & jueun’s biggest fans ... i am 😌✌ but listen !! i have to respect jueun for the way that she’s managed to repair a damaged relationship AND work on herself and her career at the same time ? and both are going good ! she’s also got a real edge to her, and i feel like she doesn’t realize just how cool she is ?? we stan !

park seojin now we alr know ... seojin is one of the muses i am most whipped for in legacy i cannot lie i’m sorry !!! listen ,,, i love my tsundere !! he’s had exceptional development, but in really small yet significant ways, and he’s grown so much in the time he’s been here ! in terms of max, he’s definitely starting to take on a more nurturing role, and in term of himself, getting a better idea of who he is as an artist and a person and i think that’s gonna really show when his band debuts ! also think he’ll be a strict yet incredibly respected mentor when the day comes ? anyways i’ll just say i l*ve park seojin and go 😭💔

lee jiae lee jiae, the apple of my eye !! i was astounded how much kindness could be fit into one small body ?? even in situaitons she doesn’t like, she maintains her bright spirit that brings people to her in the first place, and i think that comforts the people around her if they’re having a hard time as well ! but i think she also does have a bit of a chaotic side when panicked and i do love it i do !! do not underestimate lee jiae everyone i am betting all my money on the fact that she can beat some ass !!

hwang sori first of all her theme made me gasp it’s literally so incredibly gorgeous omg ?? but !! the first thing i read was hwang sori is an ugly crier and that made ME ugly cry with laughter LMAOWAOOA !!  even though she’s relatively new i’ve already come to love how out of the box and unapologetically her she is ! she has so much to offer, both on and off stage, and i know she’s destined to be a star ! i’m already so invested and excited to see what she does in the future !

lee aaron aaron !! our dad of the year sobs. of course, my favorite thing about aaron is how nurturing he is ! he has no problem taking care of others, and i think that although it’s easy for younger / less experienced trainees to be intimidated by those above them, aaron removes that stigma completely ! truly a gentle soul. my only complaint about aaron is that he’s so selfless that i feel he sometimes forget about himself, so aaron please eat more and take care of your health oijoijoioij !! 

lee youngmin the way i love youngmin !! i was so touched by his patience when he helped my baby nari get herself together when it came to learning lines for cram school ! it proved to me that he’s a v caring person, and even if acting was sort of a sore subject for him, he still went through with helping her ! and that brings me to my next point - congrats for joining the actors youngmin !! i admire him for giving something he’s apprehensive about another shot, and i’m so incredibly excited to see how it goes for him !

song yifei ok even though i don’t know yifei too well yet seeing her intro did help me see why i’m going to love her so much !! i appreciate her adaptation to such an unusual environment like korea, and although i’m sure she’s homesick and a little lost she’s already doing her part to adjust to life in korea ! starting so young, i have to admire her work ethic and her strength by not giving up ! i’m excited to see what she can offer us all ! 

hwang minsik ok so !! even though minsik is quite the introvert, i think it’s v cool that he has worked past that, and although it may have been uncomfortable, got more comfortable performing in front of others ! i think that being in his head for the majority of the time will actually prove to work in his favor, as it’ll be easier to transfer all the emotions he’s feeling into his music when he locks down and pursues his dream of being a producer !

tsuchiya mitsuki from what i’ve seen, mitsuki seems to be very considerate of others, and i like that she celebrates other’s accomplishments outside of just her own ! the entertainment career can be a very risky and sometimes scary one, but i think that she’s doing a great job at rolling with it and putting her all into forming it into a serious career path for herself !

yamashita ichika i think she put it best - she’s new to korea, but not this world !! i love love LOVE how sure of herself ichika is, and though it may come off as blunt, maybe y’all aren’t just ready to accept the truth she’s spilling ... 👀 lMAO no but for real !! she’s a woman who knows what she wants and i never will be mad at that ! you can never say that ichika doesn’t keep it real and i think that’s something we need to learn from her !

hwang subin i think subin is incredibly self-aware, which really is such a super important trait to have ?? he’s had a lot of conflicts over his training period, but he’s overcame them, and to me he holds a lot of grace even in those scenarios he has this sort of ... calmness to him ? idk maybe that’s subjective but that’s how i feel ! i think in the end he’s going to turn the pain into power, and he’ll be one of the people really idolized for their resilience !

kim minjee i feel like along her path to fame, she’s learning all sorts of new things about herself in the industry, and that feeling of self-discovery is awesome ! i think she’s a really good example of the changes people go through throughout their path toward stardom ! i think she does her best to embrace both the highs and lows life brings her, which i think is preparing her to be a really steady person when it comes to being famous !

im hyunjin my baby !! the way i love him beyond measure !! he gets along with max so well and i love how well they balance off each other’s energy ! he’s got a boyish charm that helps me remember that yes, a lot of the trainees are still kids at heart, and that reminder is v refreshing ! though a lot has been thrown on him with this trimester, he’s been a good sport, and i think he’s such an accurate representation of someone who’s growing up in the spotlight ! i think it’s enough for me to excuse him mixing up the maxs. 😚😌

okamoto akira what a wonderful soul ugh !! he really did impact nari’s heart with his unconditional kindness. i think he’s grown even in his time in the rp alone ? he’s so kind to others, and i love how he holds interest in other people and their stories ! even though he’s still getting adjusted to life in korea, i think he’s doing a great job at getting his name out there while making a good impression of himself. but like i said about aaron pls, akira, take care of yourself more !! you deserve the best, heart heart !!

jeon haeun haeun has such an intense drive when it comes to her love for dance and performing, and i hope she never loses that ! it’s the most important thing, after all ! she’s got such a spunky personality, which will work in her favor as it will keep eyes on her even after she’s off the stage ! she’s a baby, being so young, but already has proved herself to have a worthy place in legacy, and i think she’s even got the capability to teach the older trainees a thing or two, haah !

park viggo i definitely respect viggo, because of the insecurities that have developed from his biological parents putting him up for adoption, he’s shone so brightly already at such a young age ! and i just read his solo w / his encounter with his biological father and - literal chills ?? but .... phew ! i’m so impressed by how he’s had so many horrible experience influence his life, but not let it overtake him ? he’s so strong and if he can handle what life has already thrown at him, i know he’ll have nothing but good to look forward to from now on !

techaapaikhun kit i don’t think i’ve had the chance to tell you yet .... but god i LOVE kit oijoioi !! he’s such a loveable ball of fluff ! he has a very big heart, and i feel like even when he doesn’t know exactly what to do or what’s going on he’s still very much 😊💖✨ ?? you would never think he’s a foreigner because he just seems in high spirits ! also him and daehyung’s interactions ? 10 / 10 in terms of entertainment, definitely deserves a read !

ahn yein i love the short queen energy this woman exudes !! her duality is already quickly becoming my favorite thing about her ?? she’s so this and this ! i truly cannot wait to see how she’ll let her musical style influence the type of music she produces, and i think she’s a producer full of energy who has the potential for being famous for her music and her own personality !

seo yumi though yumi did go through a lot of hardship with her first debut, i really respect her for fighting to prove she deserves a spot in a group for a second time, even if the first time wasn’t even her fault ! i think because of it, even if her light’s dimmed a little, her enhanced discipline will work in her favor, as well as her prior experience, and potentially give her a step up among others ! which, hopefully, will make the hardships she went through not to be in vein !

han insoo insoo’s gone through quite a bit, and though i’d imagine that to be incredibly tough on him, he hasn’t lost his shine ! he still has a brightness to him when interacting around the people he loves, and i think that’s what it takes to be in a band ! i wish nothing but the best for him, because honestly, i think he’s just trying to get by and have a good time, and i really have to respect it !

choi jongsuk okay so from what i see jongsuk is a tad manipulative in the way he interacts with people ... and yet ... i stan ? obviously this isn’t a very good trait, but it is entertaining, especially for a messy mun like me haha !! i think, if he wants to, he can actually use his particularly good social skills to his advantage, and become a charmer among his fans !

choi daehyun omg prince daehyun rise !!! i always love the spoiled rich boy types, because to me, they have the most room for growth ! if i’m being honest with you as ... awful as he  might be i think he’s one of those trainees who would 100% give everyone a run for their money ? because if he doesn’t have anything ( beside money ofc ) he has confidence, and well .... confidence is a dangerous thing !! i’m really really anticipating seeing how he’ll get along with the other trainees, and his journey in legacy !!

chwe hunji phew .... my adoptive son !! i admit i am slightly biased to hunji i am i am what about it !!! 😌💖 i gush about him all the time so i’ll keep it ( relatively ) short - i don’t think hunji realizes, but given the whirlwind of events that’s happened in less than a year, he’s doing a fantastic job of both grieving and growing !! he’s been able to look out for those who need him most even in his darkest times, put up with max’s shenanigans even amongst trying to decipher his feelings for him, and adapted to a ever-changing climate that comes with being a trainee in his hardest year ! not to mention how much he’s grown since his arrival !! his development ?? chef’s kiss !

kang dongwon first of all already massive respect to dongwon for doing school and training at the same time ?? that’s already difficult in itself ! but i think he’s taken a lot of risks despite not necessarily wanting to, like expanding outside of activities he’d expected that he would do ! it’s good for him to dip his toe into numerous places, and he’ll be less thrown off if he’s asked to do something unexpected in the future. also him & his relationship w his siblings is the best haha !!

park sarang first off seojin and sarang together are such a cool duo !! the concept of siblings in the industry is honestly so cool ?? but anywho ! but i soso admire sarang !! even though she was initially was following her brother’s dream, it’s gradually morphed into her own, and she really has developed an individual name for herself, which shows her passion and determinism ! i also love how they have a healthy relationship, even with normal sibling fights, without getting into super super competitive territory ?? that just shows her capability to love & that’s great !

kim jinseo first off !! his familial relationship w shinha ? we love to see it ! cutest cousins on the block ! but what i admire about jinseo is how stable he is ! i think he can help people and handle his own problems without getting too stressed, he’s a good problem solver and i think he can calm down and figure out the best way to approach a situation ? also once again him & tee ? cute, we ship it 😊

kim ara first off, friend of the year award goes to ara for helping hanbyul through her breakup and working around processing her emotions ! and also that she’s pretty mature in handling her own breakup w / nathan ! that brings me to the point that i feel ara is a thoughtful person, who definitely sees the good even in bad scenarios and tries to think of the positives that come out of her life, even if it can be difficult to do so !

jin eunji now we know that’s my queen !!!!! i honestly love seeing eunji’s development, and she’s much more of a deep character than she shows on the outside ?? and there’s even more left for others to discover about her ! she’s trying to work through her shit but I like her because she’s the realest depiction of someone who’s growing - because it’s not particularly nice or cute ?? it’s rough but it’s real, she’s struggling to grow and move through her emotions but she’s growing nonetheless and i love that for her !!!

park seon seon is def the type of girl who is just sort of taking it day by day, and i respect it so much !! she has a lot to discover of herself and what she wants to do, but quite honestly i like that about her !! i think that she’s still young and def doesn’t need to stress about it, and i like that she’s just sort of flowing in whichever direction that life wants to take her ! i can only imagine how far she’ll go when she discovers her true potential !

lim sanghyun i feel like sanghyun really is prepared for any situation that’s thrown at him, even if he feels like he can’t do it !! i mean, since birth he’s had tons of bad cards thrown at him, and yet he always manages to turn them into something good ? although it may seem like he doesn’t have good fortune, to me, it seems he has the opposite, because he always finds a way out the trenches !! i think sanghyun’s legacy’s phoenix !

choi daehyung omg daehyung has been a favorite of mine since he came !! i love peeking at the many relationships he has bc they’re tbh so interesting !! he's honestly fit to be a main character in a show ? and i think, despite what daehyung thinks, he’s grown a lot in the time he’s been here ! to me, he’s more aware of his emotions, and more reflective of the choices he makes ! sure he’s got some things to work on but let’s be real .... don’t we all ?

lau mike mike is such a breath of fresh air !! def a roll with the punches kind of guy - reminds me of those popular kids where it’s just like ... dang, things always seem to be go well for them ?? i’m jealous ?? but i think more of that has to do with mike rather than him just having good luck ! he does good at adapting & working hard, from moving to korea, to changing careers, to now training ! he seems to excel and everything he does and i have no doubt that will help him out in the long run !

li zimeng meng is so pretty !! but she’s also SO much more !! this whole thing of her feeling average, and like she didn’t really stand out in comparison to the other trainees .... it’s so real !! and honestly, so good for her ! even though she doesn’t feel special always, i KNOW she is, but i think it’s also great she has this good foundation ? because rather than being good at only 1 thing and realizing in the long run she hates it, zimeng has the potential to be super well-versed and i think she’ll be more aware of what she needs to work on to improve !

tsai king truly our king ... and i don’t mean that ironically !! i looove king’s development, i truly love to see it !! though he’s still got his pride, i think he’s transformed his confidence from blind cockiness to a reason for him to want to work hard and succeed ?? king definitely had things to work on, but he has worked on them, and i think he’s truly proved his place in legacy in the long time he’s been here !! also thoroughly impressed w how much he’s done !

bae doha i think that if I had to describe doha, it would be “ proceed with caution ” !! he’s a cautious person, i feel, who wants the balance between having a good life and keeping himself grounded ? which is a really good type of personality, and I think it would make him a leader for those around him ! he’s also very observant, and i think that will make him much more meticulous of a person as an actor !

song shaun first of all i gotta still thank shaun for doing tiktok dances with max back in the day !!!! that was iconic and i will never forget it lol !! and i'm so glad he’s back. anyways, i think shaun is definitely the type of person that’ll stay true to himself even after becoming famous, he seems v carefree, but also w/o not losing that ambition to work hard ?? 

pongsak arinya arin is so freaking adorable !!! i think she’s like a puppy and I love it !! she’s so curious about the way around her, i think she just loves what life has to offer her and in turn life loves her ?? she has such a playful and optimistic light about her and to me, it’s impossible not to want to be her friend !! her fans will easily love her <33

jeon haru to me, haru seems like a team player !! he listens to the input of other’s, and i think before rushing to do what he wants to do, it’s in his spirit to think of how his actions affect other people ! and i think that’s shown in how he’s babysitting on the show, even though he’s a little panicked ! i also think he’s a good self-soother, he’s good at helping calm himself down and make himself feel better, and to me that’s so great !!

liu jiao I think she’s doing a great job at making her reality one she enjoys ! she’s struggling to find the differences between her dreams and her moms, what she wants and what she doesn’t ! and still, i believe that she’s doing well and spreading love to those around her despite ! i hope she finds full inner peace and that she can live a life of happiness ( and a little wrecklessness tbh ) without any worries !!

[roxiestranger19]

Comfy

This is my first fanfic. I’m sorry if the writing is bad, I tried my hardest.

Peter Parker and reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff, like one swear word I think, my attempts at comedy

Word count: 4,465

     You and Peter had just started dating so you were still very awkward around him. Every time he complimented you, you blushed hard. You still freaked out whenever he asked to come over or to hangout. You always had to make sure your room looked presentable, brushing your hair and teeth and even flossing. You couldn’t wait until more time went by and you were completely comfortable around him.

    You had gotten a text from him about 10 minutes ago saying he was coming over so you immediately got to it. You picked up the dirty clothes from the floor and threw them into your closet. You hid your embarrassing stuffed animals, that you still needed to sleep with, under your bed and you quickly rushed to the bathroom to brush and floss your teeth and to put on some perfume that you knew he liked. Just as you were walking out of the bathroom you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

    “Y/n. Can I come in?” You heard Peter ask, quickly checking yourself in the mirror one last time.

     “Yeah.” You replied, kicking a stray sock under your bed.  “Who let you in?” Both of your parents were away at a work event.

     “Oh, your sister did.” He replied, looking down to his fidgeting hands. Peter was also a little uncomfortable around you, getting nervous here and there. Definitely not as much as you were but he was still new to the whole relationship thing. MJ was his first relationship and you were his second.

    “So um… what do you want to do?” He asked, looking up at you. God, you loved when he did that. It made him look so innocent, almost puppy-like. Now that you thought about it, Peter Parker was basically a puppy. Something you protect at all costs and something that was so adorable you could melt.

    “Do you want to watch a movie?” You asked, making your way onto your bed, grabbing your laptop from your nightstand.  “We can watch Star Wars.” You said in a sing-song voice, knowing that would have him hooked. You saw his eyes light up and he started to come over.

    “You know I can’t pass that up.” Peter sunk down into the mattress beside you, pulling the covers up over the both of you. You immediately felt very awkward. You and Peter usually watched movies on the couch or he would watch Star Wars on your bed while you did homework. You felt yourself get really hot and your face turn red.

    “I’m gonna go make some popcorn.” You said suddenly, immediately getting up, not even waiting for an answer. Obviously Peter sensed that you were uncomfortable and debated whether to meet you in the kitchen or just to wait until you came back. He heard the microwave beep and the smell of popcorn that soon filled the house.

    You started to look around for a bowl, finally finding one on the top shelf of your pantry. Of course you couldn’t reach it. Why do I have to be so short?

You really didn’t want to ask Peter for help but it was the only way so you did.

    “Peter, can you get this bowl for me?” You yelled

    “Coming.” Peter dashed out of the room, grateful that you made his stay or go decision for him. He met you in the pantry and easily grabbed the bowl for you. He wasn’t that much taller than you, but the extra inches was all he needed to easily reach the bowl.

    “Thanks.” You said, taking the bowl from him. You made your way back to the microwave and removed the bag, careful not to burn yourself. You started to pour it in the bowl when you felt Peter's arms grab around your waist and bring you into a hug.

    “Peter!” You cried, blushing hard. “You’re going to make me spill it.” You held onto his arms as he swayed softly.

   “Your hair smells nice.” You felt butterflies in your stomach as he nuzzled into your neck. Why’d he have to be so sweet and cute all the time? There was never a minute around him that you weren’t blushing at something he said or did. He squeezed you tighter, making you squirm a bit.

  “Peter, let me go!” You squealed, trying to get free.

  “Nope! You’re stuck with me!” He replied squeezing you even tighter. You were so distracted with Peter's death hug that neither of you realized your sister watching you

     “Um? Can I get a drink please?” Mia asked, gesturing to her cup. Both of you scrambled quickly out of the hug and your checks felt red.

     “Oh! Uh… yeah, sorry.” You replied, nervously crossing your arms in front of your chest. Peter was standing beside you, fidgeting with his hands. You noticed that whenever he was nervous or embarrassed he would do that and you thought it was the cutest thing. You quickly went back to pouring the popcorn into the bowl, glaring at Peter when he stole some.

    “Save some for the movie!” You said, shoving him lightly. He rolled his eyes playfully, smiling then running his hand through his curly hair. Oh you loved his curly hair so much. There literally is nothing that you don’t like about him and you’re fine with that. Mia had already gotten her drink and was watching the two of you.

    “You guys need to get a room.” She said, making both you and Peter blush. She reached past you, stealing a couple pieces of popcorn.

    “Seriously, you too!” You scolded. “Mia just leave.”

    “Where did you think I was going?” She replied, turning to go to her room.

    “Sorry.” You said back to Peter.

    “Don’t make me an aunt y/n!” Mia yelled from down the hall, closing her door. You gave her the biggest eye roll of your life, blushing once more when your eyes met Peters again.

    “Um… you ready?” You asked him.

     “Uh… yeah.” He replied, grabbing the popcorn and following you to your room. You moved the covers out of the way and sat down, Peter doing the same thing and putting the popcorn between you too.

    “Which one do you want to watch?l” he asked, shoving some popcorn into his mouth.

    “I don’t really care. They’re all basically the same.” You said grabbing some popcorn, not noticing Peter's disappointed look.

    “What! Y/n! How are you even my girlfriend, seriously! They’re all so different, how do you not know this? I watch them literally all the time.” You giggled at his response. This was the first time either of you had mentioned the whole boyfriend girlfriend thing, but you actually didn’t mind it. It made you feel all warm inside hearing him refer to you as his girlfriend.

    “I’m usually doing homework while you’re watching, I’ve only actually paid attention to like one.” You shoved another handful of popcorn into your mouth, watching Peter playfully roll his eyes at you and smile softly.

    “Whatever you say, we’re watching the first one and I’m gonna make sure you’re paying attention.”

    “Ok, ok!” For the first time ever you felt strangely comfortable around him. You were finally able to be your usual sarcastic self around him. Not that you hadn’t before but usually you were super awkward when it was just him and you. This was great. The movie started playing and you actually watched it this time, instead of dozing off or daydreaming. Peter couldn’t help but steal quick glances at you. He noticed your soft expression, attentively watching the movie. The way you bit softly at your lip every once in a while or how your eyes reflected the movie. He wanted to put his arm around you but didn’t know how you would react so he kept to himself. You could feel him looking at you a couple times, making you blush inside. Eventually, the credits began to appear and you rubbed your eyes lightly.

   “Well, what’d you think?” Peter asked, eating the last piece of popcorn. It actually ended up being really good, but Peter didn’t need to know that.

  “It was ok, I guess.” You said, trying not to smile and stretching your arms.

    “Just ok?”

    “Don’t push it Parker.” You replied, rolling your eyes. Suddenly it began to rain, hard. You watched the water droplets run heavily down your window.

    “Well, I guess you’re staying over.” You said, walking over to the window to close your curtains.

     “Are you sure? I don’t mind walking home.” Peter said, swinging his feet over to meet the floor.

     “Are you crazy? You can’t walk home in this. Besides it’s late.” You said, just noticing it was 11:07.

     “Um… ok. I’m just gonna call May.” He said fidgeting with his hands. Now he was the awkward one. He went to the kitchen to call his aunt while you went back to your bed, Peter coming in soon after.

     “Thanks.”

     “Yeah, sure anytime. So now what.”

     “We can watch the next one?” He suggests climbing into bed next to you.

     “Alright fine, but I can’t promise I’ll stay awake. I’m tired.” You said letting out a yawn. Peter's warm brown eyes seemed even more innocent, if that was even possible and you felt the butterflies from earlier return. The next movie began to play and you were instantly captivated. The special effects were actually really good considering when it was made and you really enjoyed the plot. It was about half way in when you noticed Peter start to doze off. I thought I was the one supposed to be falling asleep.

    A couple minutes went by and you flinched lightly when his head fell onto your shoulder. It felt nice, comforting to know that he could fall asleep on you. You instantly felt tired as well and turned off the movie. You didn’t want to actually lay down in fear of waking him so you leaned your head on top of his and curled into his side. He was very warm and sleep instantly overcame you.

    You woke up first, noticing your arms intertwined with his. Another thing you noticed about him was his arms. He was ripped. You didn’t know how or why he was so fit, considering he never said anything about working out, but hey, you definitely weren’t complaining. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and checked the time. 11:45. Shit. My parents will be home soon. You lightly ran your hands through Peters hair, slowly going down to his shoulder to shake him lightly.

    “Peter. Wake up. It’s 11:45, my parents will be back soon.” You said in a hushed whisper. Peter opened his eyes slightly, letting out a groan.

    “Ugh… just five more minutes.” He groaned, grabbing onto your arm tightly. You smiled at his cute sleepy voice before snapping back to reality.

    “Peter, let me go. My parents will be back soon and I don’t want them to think we did anything.” You tried to pull your arm out of his death grip but it wouldn’t budge. How is he so strong?

    “Peter!”

    “Y/n!” He groaned at you, his eyes still shut

     “Let me go!” You squealed, frantically trying to free your arm.

    “Never!” Peter grabbed your waist pulling you in tighter. You blushed at how close you too were, your noses practically touching.

    “Peter, I’ll come over later, ok. It will only be like 2 hours until you see me again.” You said softly to him.

    “Alright.” He agreed, releasing you. You went to the bathroom to change your clothes and to brush your teeth. The popcorn taste still in your mouth from last night. When you came out, Peter was still in the bed. Boys are so annoying. Letting out a sigh, you walked over to your bed and poked Peters’ cheek a few times.

    “Peter get up. I will drag you out of this bed if I have to.” He let out a soft groan but still didn’t budge.

     “Fine then.” You said and pulled his legs over the side. Then you grabbed his shoulders and tried to roll him over. He was a lot heavier than you expected. It took nearly all your strength to finally roll him off the bed. Thud.

    “Ow.” Peter said, lying on the floor. You tried your best to not laugh but you couldn’t help it.

    “Should have gotten up then.” You replied, grabbing his hands to help him up. Again, taking most of your strength.

    “Next time, you’re gonna be the one rolling me out of bed, Parker.” You snarked at him.

    “No problem, I’ll just carry you, like this.” He said, reaching under your legs and around your arms, bridal style. You blushed a little while in his arms. He began to spin you around.

    “Peter! Put me down!” You laughed, feeling dizzy when he stopped.

    “You’re no fun.” He pouted, his eyes staring into you. You rolled your eyes at him and started pushing him out of your room, through the kitchen and into the hallway of the building.

    “Sorry, but you gotta go. I’ll see you later.” You closed the door and walked into the kitchen to get some water. You were all smiley and giddy after he left. Only Peter could do this to you.

    “Later” had finally rolled around and after greeting your parents, you decided to text Peter. 

     Can I come over? 

     Duh. You laughed at his response before asking your mom if you could go over.

   “Yeah sure, just call me if your staying over.” Your mom said.

    “Thanks, I love you.” You replied, turning to open the door. Peter lived in the apartment complex just down the street from yours so it only took you about a five minute walk to get there. You knocked on the door and were greeted by May.

  “Oh hi y/n! It’s so good to see you! Please come in.” She said holding the door open for you. You stepped inside, wiping your feet on the mat so you didn’t track muddy water from last night’s storm through the house.

  “Thanks.” You replied, smiling and tucking your hair behind your ear.

  “Will you be staying for dinner? I ordered Chinese because I know it’s your favorite and Peter said you’d be over.” May was the sweetest person you knew. This must be where Peter got it from.

   “That’s so sweet of you! I guess I’ll stay.” You said, kicking your shoes off.

    “Of course! You’re welcome here anytime.” You gave her a smile and made your way towards Peter’s room. You had been here several times before, to do homework or study. You and Peter both had the same classes so you often studied together. You knocked on Peter’s door softly.

   “Peter?” You said, when he didn’t answer. You waited a little before going in. You opened the door and went to sit on his bed. You figured he must be in the shower. You decided to scroll through instagram for a bit until he was done. Liking your friends post about seeing Spider-Man in person. You always dreamed of what it would be like to meet any of the Avengers. Iron Man was your favorite but you also like Spider-Man because of his super strength and web shooters. You started texting your friend back, telling them how cool they were to meet your idol when suddenly the door opened. You looked up to see Peter with just a towel around his waist. He was ripped. He had abs and his arms looked amazing. You immediately blushed a dark red. How did you not notice this before. Probably because this was the first time you’d seen him without a shirt on. His hair was wet, making his curls look really defined. You were basically drooling but forced yourself to come back to reality before he noticed.

  “Oh sorry! I didn’t know you were here.” He said, fidgeting with his hands. “Could you um… hand me my shirt. It’s right by you on the bed.”

  “Oh um…sure.” You replied, handing him the shirt. You tried your best to not look at his chest but failed. He definitely picked up on it, grinning softly and looking at the floor. You quickly turned away, looking back at your phone as he went back into the bathroom to change. A couple minutes later he came out, fully clothed this time. You put down your phone and stood up.

  “Um… do you want to continue watching Star Wars?” You asked, noticing how he was fidgeting with his hands again.

   “Uh sure” He replied, leading the way to the couch. He got the movie started and sat down awkwardly beside you. It was weird considering how you literally slept in the same bed last night and right now, it feels like you just met. About 10 minutes into the movie you started getting really cold. Your apartment didn’t have air conditioning so when you came over, you were always cold. Peter noticed you shivering but didn’t really know what to do.

  “Are you cold?” He asked, turning towards you.

   “A little.” You replied, rubbing your hands on your arms, trying to warm them. Peter reached for a blanket on the back of the couch and handed it to you.

   “Here.” He said handing you the large grey blanket.

   “Thanks.” You draped the blanket over you but it didn’t do much. You were still shivering a little. Peter noticed and pulled you closer to him. He pulled the blanket around both of you and hugged you into his chest. He could smell your shampoo and perfume, making him relax. You blushed at his sweet gesture noticing his smell too. It was so comforting and you didn’t feel cold anymore.

   “Is that better?” He asked, looking down at you with his warm brown eyes. You literally melted right then and there.

   “Yes. Thank you.” You nuzzled into his chest, turning back to watch the movie. Peter admired how cute you looked, being all snuggled on his chest. How had he not done this sooner, being your boyfriend that is. He had liked you for a year before he finally got the courage to ask you out. Well, to ask you to study with him. He told you he liked you that night. You had liked him since the day you met at the decathlon, 2 years prior.

His fingers drew soft circles on your side, making you feel butterflies of warmth. You looked up to see him staring at you intently. You noticed his hair curled more when it was wet. How his eyes seemed softer when you were like this. You noticed his lips, slightly open. Thinking about how magical it would be to kiss them. His sharp jaw line that seemed to cut right through you. You felt yourself being pulled towards him, your mouth parting. You brought your hand up his chest, feeling his toned muscles. Your hands making their way to the back of his neck. You ran your fingers through his hair as he started pulling you closer to him. Your stomach felt like there was a whole butterfly migration going through it. Your noses were touching now and you slowly brought your head up to meet his lips, about to receive your first kiss.

   “Peter, y/n!” You heard May call from the other room, immediately snapping you out of your trance and you literally flew off of him, returning back to your awkward self. Peter turned around to look at May.

   “Yeah?” He said.

    “I’m going to pick up the food. I’ll be back in about 20 minutes.”

    “Ok.” He replied. Turning back towards the tv, his hands fidgeting. You wrapped yourself back up in the blanket, feeling cold again without Peter's warm touch. You couldn’t believe what just happened, or what almost just happen. You and Peter avoided each other until May came back with the food. Turning your attention back to the movie and processing the events of yesterday and today. Peter falling asleep on your shoulder, you cuddling with him. You having to drag him out of bed, and him spinning you around like a toddler. You seeing him without his shirt and of course, the time 20 minutes ago when you almost kissed. Thankfully, you just heard May get back so you didn’t have to be on this fucking couch anymore.

    “Hey guys I’m back. Come eat.” May yelled, taking the food out of the bags and putting various kinds of chicken, ramen and rice on plates. You and Peter quickly went to the kitchen, the smell of spring rolls and ramen filling the house. You grabbed the plate that was mostly ramen with some chicken while Peter chose a plate with everything on it and to top it off, he added about 15 spring rolls to his pile.

   “Jesus Peter, how many spring rolls do you need?” You cried out, gesturing to his plate.

   “I’m a growing boy y/n, I eat a lot.” He replied with a goofy grin, making you laugh hysterically. May and Peter gave you strange looks as you were almost crying from laughing so hard.

   “You did not just say that!” You giggled, setting your plate down.

   “What? That I’m a growing boy?” He replied. You nodded while uncontrollable laughter over came you, making Peter and May laugh also. After a couple minutes you began to calm down, whipping the tears from your eyes.

   “Sorry, that was just really funny.” You said before shoving ramen into your mouth.

   “So Y/n, how are your parents? I haven’t seen them in forever.” May asked.

   “Oh they’re fine. They were on a work trip this past week. They just got back today.” You replied, noticing Peter was already almost halfway done with his food while you had barely eaten any of yours.

   “Peter slow down, geez!” Cried May, noticing his fast eating too.

   “I’m hungry.” He muffled, his mouth full.

   “Yes we’ve been over that.” You replied, rolling your eyes at him. The rest of dinner consisted of awkward small talk between you and May with Peter joint in occasionally. May was really sweet but it’s still kinda awkward talking to her.

    After you were all finished eating, you and Peter did the dishes. You both mostly kept to yourselves, not wanting to create yet another embarrassing moment. When the last few dishes were put in the dishwasher, you started to make your way towards Peter's room. Just before you got there, Peter grabbed your arm, and spun around to face him. You were confused, obviously. You and Peter were both silent, neither wanting to break up this moment together. Peter took a step closer to you, making him practically on top of you. You looked up at him, noticing his eyes were soft again. His hand made its way from your wrist to your waist, pulling you in closer. The butterflies returned, as well as the heat from when you were with him under the blanket.

    You ran your hand up his chest, feeling his abs clench at your touch. You brought both hands up to the back of his neck. His other hand cupped your face. At last, he leaned down and closed his eyes. Finally it was happening. You closed your eyes and stood on your tippy toes. Your lips collided and it was equal parts ecstasy and magic. You tasted the many spring rolls on his lips as he parted them for you. You turned your head slightly to make it easier for him. You couldn’t believe what was happening. You were kissing Peter Parker. The only boy you’ve wanted to kiss for two years.

    You never wanted it to end, never wanting this feeling to be over. He grabbed your waist tighter, slightly lifting you with his strong arms. Your hands in his hair, twisting it in your fingers. He broke off slightly to open his door and lead you to his bed. He sat down and lifted you onto his lap. Normally this position would make you embarrassed but you were too captivated by him to care. He kissed you twice as passionately as before, your tongues interwoven. Damn he’s a good kisser. Not that you had anything to compare him to. You heard a knock at the door suddenly, but you were too captivated by him to actually do anything about it. You continued making out with him, pulling his hair more.

  “Peter.” You heard May yell through the door. You knew what was about to happen but you were too occupied by this magical kiss to care. Sure enough, the door swung open, leaving you and Peter exposed to May.

  “Hey Peter- oh my gosh! Sorry!” She exclaimed, closing the door. Peter pushed you off of him, his cheeks bright red.

  “Im gonna… um… go see what she needs.” He told you shakily. He opened the door and you saw May covering her eyes and shaking her head every once in a while. You wiped your mouth off a little bit and smoothed down your hair. You couldn’t believe May had just seen the two of you like this. You tried to make out what they were saying.

    “Can I look?” May said, still covering her eyes.

    “Uh… yeah. Im sorry.” Peter said, scratching his head and looking down.

    “I’m gonna take a shower then go to bed early.”

    “Ok.”

   “I’m trusting you, Peter.” She said looking at him intensely. “Please be safe. Goodnight.” She said, kissing Peter’s forehead.  “Love you.”

   “Love you too, May.” Peter replied before closing the door. He made his way back over to the bed, sitting down next to you just like before.

   “So um… do you want to watch Star Wars?” He asked, making you giggle.

  “Sure.” You said, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. He got his laptop and turned on the movie. You both got under the covers, this time you cuddled right into him. Savoring his warmth and his smell that you’d grown to love. He put his arm around you, pulling you close, fingers brushing light circles on your skin. Your head was on his chest and you could hear his heartbeat. You never wanted to leave this warm, safe haven he had created. He pressed a light kiss to your forehead, making you blush.

   “I love it when you do that.” He said looking down at you.

   “Do what?” You questioned, looking up at him, confused at his statement.

   “When you blush every time I compliment or touch you. It’s cute.” He said, brushing the hair that had fallen in your face out of the way. You smiled softly, doing the exact thing he just described.

   “You’re pretty cute too, Parker.” You said looking intensely into his warm brown eyes.

   “Also…” you started, “how are you so fit?”

   “Wh-What do you mean?” He stuttered. You lightly hit his chest, scoffing.

   “No one just has abs.” You tell him.

   “I don’t know. I must have good genes I guess.” He said, blushing a little. You rolled your eyes at him before nuzzling back into his chest. Your heart swelling at how much you cared for him. Your eyelids felt heavy, tired from the drama of today. You closed your eyes and quickly drifted to sleep, savoring this moment for as long as you could.

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Anon: Bakugo,Sero,Hawks, + Mirio react to accidental confession

SideNote: This is my first ask!! Thank you thank you thank you!! And I would love to do this!! Hopefully it’s good for your liking!!💓

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-Accidental Confessions-

HeadCannon

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Warnings: Fluff!! Angst, Fem’Reader!! Aged Up(18+)

Characters: Bakugo, Sero, Hawks, Mirio

Code Words: Y/N=Your Name, E/C=Eye Color, S/C=Skin Color, etc.

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Bakugo Katsuki

As harsh as he seems he’d be frozen. Just standing there like “🧍🏼”

Oh that’s when that shit eating grin pops up/You just boosted his ego by A LOT

So now he’s gonna get back at you or such an “abrupt” confession

He secretly liked you too anyway-

The only thing snapping him into reality was you ready to dash off

It started with You, Mina, and Asui

You were outside in the common room Friday evening talking to Mina and Asui while laying on the couch. “So you do like someone huh?” Mina started teasing..”Ribbit, it’s obviously someone from our school~”Tsu adding on. “Yeah..maybe-“ you looked away trying to think of a way to change the subject when Denki had walked into his dorm. Mina and Tsu looked at each other before looking back at you, “DENKI!?” They shout in unison, the howl making you whip your head back around with a confused look, “What about him?” You ask innocently, “You like Denki-“ Mina whispered, your face began to heat up. “N..no, not even close.” The stammering didn’t help jus ugh your case...”Oooooh Denki!!” They shout out to him, enjoying your reaction. Bakugo was walking down the hallway into the common room, turns out he forgot an assignment on his way out of your dorm while you two studied. “UGH I DONT LIKE DENKI I LIKE BAKUGO!!” Everyone froze, dead quiet..crickets. Bakugo frozen, Mina and Tsu just paralyzed. “Run that by me again?” You hear a voice behind you making you jump. You roll your eyes thinking it was someone messing with you. “I said I like Ba-“ words cut off. You were in absolute shock. Every nerve you held onto just exploded. You immediately turn back around and got up..”Kill me now-“ you mumble under your breath. Looking down and speed walking towards your dorm. A warm hand stopping you as it pulls you in from your waist. “You said my name? Now I’m here. What is it y/n?” Bakugou’s voice neutral for the first time, you pause sucking in the last bit of courage you have left and letting it all out. “I like you..a lot. I have for a while.” You bite your lip afraid of what was next to come when suddenly your body was lifted up in the air. “Well why didn’t you just say so earlier, I’ve been wanting to take you on since we first met” Bakugou’s words soft against your ears as his hands met your thighs holding you tight. “Katsuki-“ you mumble, “She’ll be right back guys, that’s if she can still walk” you shot your head up your body getting goosebumps from the thought of his words.”Katsuki!!” You scream down the hall, Mina and Tsu looking at each other. “It was obvious she liked him, I just wanted to hear her admit it” their laughs fill up the room and the night falls over..💛

Sero Hanta

Unlike Bakugo he’s more..mm shy about it that’s until he sees how embarrassed you are.

Mans saw you stand up and run off had him activate his quirk real quick

Now you were face-to-face with your crush

And no way was he gonna let that get past him

All started when he borrowed your number to meet up for a group party after school. You had it at the bottom of your contacts, assuming you wouldn’t ever need it but hey..it’s your crush why not keep it. To be fair many people were unsaved numbers, so one day your walking down the hallway during lunch ready to meet up with Momo and Toru, you were texting them on the way. “What!? You like someone!?” The ding from the notif sending vibrations to your phone seeing it from Toru in the group chat. “Since when!? And who!!” Momo follows, “Omg we must know him right?”..more texts snd texts follow as your phone dings repeatedly. Texts from others too, you got sick of it and just decided to confess..only to the wrong person-You clicked Sero’s name cause he texted you for an assignment and his was at the top you open it not even paying kind to the text and quickly going “I like Sero!! I have since school started!! Happy now!?” The aggressive text sent, you sigh hoping that would end the notifications only to here one more. “What now?” You scoff, you nearly dropped your phone when you read the text-“Damn that’s one way to confess, usually it ends with a kiss” your hearty DROPPED. Fear ran through you, how could you have been so stupid you quickly turned around trying to make a run for it when you turned around and rammed into Sero. Him off all people why now? You got up apologizing before turning back the other way when he grabbed you with his quirk and had you inches away from his face. “You like me?” He asks, subtle. You walking died right then and there..”Yeah.” The shakiness in your voice from one word unbearable to hear..you were so ready to end it all before he said..”Then I’ll make it worth your while mi amor~” followed by a kiss on the cheek and him holding your hand. Your phone dinging again, “Where are you?!!” Momo asks but you left the chat open forgetting your worries and following along with Sero, a smile piercing your face...🖤

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

You two worked at the same agency so it was bound to happen

But sheesh his reaction was worth the way you confessed

You were talking to yourself (which doesn’t even help the situation chile-😭)

Man...The expectation vs reality never ever gets old especially with Hawks

It was 7am Wednesday morning when you decided to get to work early. Usually your the only person there but you never mind having the place to yourself. You always made everyone coffee and made a special one for Hawks, not that he minded. It was sweet and cute if you to do for him, even if it wasn’t intentional. So as usual you made his coffee and went to go set it down in his workspace. You walk in as you normal but this time you notice a big pile of papers, “Um what the fu-“ you let out a loud sigh placing the coffee on his window sill before gathering up all the papers. “This is so unexpected of him..” you say aloud, “Usually his workspace is so tidy and spotless, what do I see in him sometimes?” That’s when you were met with a dark room, you thought the lights went out when you turn over only to see your winged lover next to the window. “See in who birdie?” He coos, you dropped the paper you were holding ready to shut the window before he quickly got in. Oh shit..A million and one thought cross your mind. “What are you stalking me for?!” Your only reply since you had nowhere to flee too, “I don’t know, why are you in my office?” He asks, inching closer and closer your heart threatening to pop out of your chest before he placed a hand to your waist and the other grabbing your wrist pulling you in. Leaning down he whispers to you “If you like me so much, come stop by my place around 8pm.” That’s when his door opened to one of your co-worker. “O..oh sorry I’ll go-“ he murmurs out of embarrassment, “Ah no it’s okay kid, come on in what did you need?” Hawks quickly replies, “It was about those files you wanted?” The co-worker responded. “Yes yes, thank you..I owe you one I’ll get right with you once I’m done with my baby bird here” his voice cocky. My. The word imprinted in your mind, you scoff a slight smile covering your face. “You are really a mystery, Keigo.” 🧡

Mirio Togata

Oh if you felt shy already be prepared

He would totally tease you about it at first

Don’t get me wrong he’s shy too but he loves seeing you try and hide from him it’s cute

I guess you didn’t learn the first time from Bakugo but you shouted it out with your friends

Oh man oh man, what great timing since he appeared right through the wall nearly giving you a heart attack

You and your friends were on top of the school roof during lunch break. (One could teleport, although theres a door that leads up there) “What’s new with you guys?” One of your friends asks. “Not much, I just got a job” your other friend replies and you both congratulate her. “How about you y/n?”..”Me? Same not much I just have a crush on someone” there food dropped. “A CRUSH!?? WHO!!?” They shout in unison. “Uh—I would rather not say” the butterflies in your stomach cause you to set your food down on the plate. “Aww come on!! Can I guess?” Your friend perks up, “Definitely not!! You’re the worst with guessing.” You bark back. “Fine then tell us” they both tease you. “I like Mirio.” Jaws dropped. “Repeat that y/n?” “I LIKE MIRIOOOOO!!” You shout sick of their child play and that’s only the beginning of your issues. “Y/n?” A soft spoken voice behind you. “Oh shit-“ you groan looking over to see Mirio. “That’s our cue-“ your friend says before grabbing the other one and getting away. Now it was just you and Mirio..and the thought of his name being screamed at on the top of a building. It lasted about 5 seconds before you tried to make your way off the building ready to just sacrifice yourself-.”Hey wait!!” You pause turning around and meeting his intense gaze. “I like you too.” His voice is so delicate it makes your stomach flip, he walks over to you and takes you off the ledge. “You do?” You ask him..”Of course, who wouldn’t fall in love with someone so gorgeous.” You smile, eyes lit up with joy..”But next time..try not screaming that from a building but maybe in my room.” You slap the back of his head playfully before grunting at his statement. “I’m kidding!! Sort of-“ as you two walked back downstairs..he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Cute”💛

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A CERTAIN ROMANCE

CHAPTER TWO: MONDAY THROUGH FRIDAY

Author’s note: Hello! Thanks a lot to everyone for reading this, I’m over the moon with the messages you sent after posting the first chapter. Keep them coming, and enjoy! ~ Alex

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If she was prettier and a bit smarter. If she were special, like the Instagram models that Teen Vogue features in their cover nowadays. She would have the guts to take three steps towards him and ask if he is who she thinks he is.

Harry is standing once again across from her, and she doesn't even know that he is wearing his beloved woolly jumper that has a picture of the planet Saturn on it, just for her. The girl wonders if they've heard of Styles on that planet, too. Of course they have, she scolds herself looking away from him at last, not believing her luck. For the third time on a Thursday, at half past three, he's jumping in the train right after her. The first time could've been luck, second one was a lovely coincidence but a third time? It's a charm. That's what her grandma would say.

But she isn't brave enough to walk up to him, not because of who he is, but the pressure and build up around the entire situation. What if he's a dickhead? She frowns at the thought, knowing it can't be true, not when his eyes, the so-called windows of the soul, are that nice.

They're both in a corner of the train this time, conversations start to sputter around as people try to keep their own talk ticking along on autopilot. He seems to be busy, reading Keith Richards' autobiography, she wants to talk to him about it, it's been a while since she read it though she still remembers it clear as day. The next one is his stop, she sighs in defeat at her own cowardly nature and takes out her mobile only to look busy.

Harry wants to talk to her, this is the third Thursday in a row, he's afraid there won't be a fourth one. He's back from his last meeting with Jack and Fernando, everything is set to start the renovation. He won't be taking this route anymore, it's now or never. But it's harder than he thought, to approach her and that's it, he doesn't know what he's supposed to do once he stands before her.

The speaker announces his stop, but instead of leaning away from the wall and walking out of the train, he flips the page of his book, letting the doors close and stays on the carriage for the next station. He is so nervous, a bit scared of his bold choice to stay on the line without a well defined plan. He's never been this nervous about talking to someone, the butterflies on his tummy at the mere sight of her are restless. Maybe if he scoots closer, little by little, he can nudge her side and mouth her a polite "hello," a warm smile afterwards so she doesn't think it's a come on. Except it is.

Harry closes his book, deciding that it's stupid and honesty is the best way to anything. He will just greet her and ask if he can buy her a cup of coffee someday, easy, breezy like Jack says. His green eyes follow her out of the train, they just reach Colindale station, before he can process what is going on or even move, the doors close and the vehicle is moving back to the tunnel. Away from her and his last chance. His mouth is dry and it's like he stuffed it to the brim with cotton.

He got off on Burnt Oak and switched direction, he was so mad at himself, the deep frown on his face said it all. This was supposed to be his chick flick moment and he ruined it by not doing anything at all. He keeps his face glued to the door closest to him, waiting for her to come up and smile at him in that knowing way. Perhaps then he would stand tall, mention that cup of coffee after introductions are made and she will agree. But she doesn't come back on the next station, or the three following ones. Harry gets off the train with a cloud looming above him, the wind is blowing in that nasty way that announces a storm following suit. The singer hurries to his home, trying to beat it.

The rain comes out of nowhere in full force just as Harry walks through his front gate, dashing to the inside of his house. He decides to fix himself a light lunch to keep his mind from wondering if she made it to her destination before the rain caught up with her. A text message from Jack does the trick, he sent him the address for Freddie's birthday. Harry can't believe that's tonight.

"Hello stranger," Gemma's voice greets the musician after the second ring. "All right?"

"All right, just forgot about plans I had for the evening," he hated to cancel dinner with his sister, "come with me?" Harry's tone is hopeful, she can almost picture his adorable cherub face, eyes sparkling.

"Is it with your teenage friends?" He hums trying to come up with a lie, "Harry we can have our dinner tomorrow night instead, I don't mind." As much as she loves her brother, that doesn't extend to that certain group of acquaintances.

"They're not that bad!"

"Baby brother, have fun with the lads, I'll see you tomorrow, pick me up at eight o'clock." She states before ending the call. Harry huffs before finishing his veggie wrap and jumps in the shower.

Perhaps he should've told Gemma that his mood tonight wasn't the best, that although he wanted to go out and about, he didn't want to do it alone. But her reasons to avoid his less mature group of mates are valid so he grabs his parka and his phone and, a little stooped, heads for the flat where the party is held.

A few years ago, he set himself three tasks: prioritise friends, learn how to be an adult, achieve a proper balance between the big and the small. Harry genuinely loves the fittings of his outfits before tour, playing his music for thousands. But he realised, as well, that the coolest things are not always the cool things. Tonight he's hearing anecdotes of how his friends sold almost everything they owned, to be able to afford a trip to the World Cup in Russia the year before. He knows that England almost made it to the final, but to see the agony and pain reflected on Freddie's eyes as he tells the story is truly humbling and heartbreaking.

"They had to escort me out, an hour after the match ended." The birthday lad finishes with glossy eyes. "I've never felt so powerless in my life, the world just seemed so unfair from then on, you know?" Harry doesn't, but he nods and finishes his drink. "But enough about good old me, what about you?"

"Same old, touring for a while, back in British soil before I take off again." He doesn't like giving rehearsed answers to his friends, but they're surrounded by at least a dozen people carrying out their own conversations while straining to hear what Styles says.

"Thinking about the next album already?" His friend's amazement is genuine, "can't believe what you'll hit me with next!" Freddie was his rocker friend. The one with an expensive vinyl collection, the one to never miss a Rolling Stones show, the one that religiously attended Glastonbury every year. Remembering this, Harry relaxed and decided to share with him a topic that left him vulnerable.

"You can expect a lot of break up songs that's for sure," he tries to joke but Freddie's smile falters a bit.

"How long has it been?"

"It'll be a year next month." He can't believe it still feels so recent and not at the same time. "I'm getting used to it." Freddie sighs and nods in understanding.

"I'm sorry you have to go through a shit thing like that, you're one of the good ones H," the green eyed musician is blushing, waving his hand at his companion in an attempt to dismiss his words. "It's the truth I mean... look around us, Jack has been on and off with Alexis for years," the two men observe the couple they're discussing, nothing seems wrong with them but Freddie's words are true, Jack has a habit of calling it quits with the redhead once she brings up marriage. "Kiera and Mosas cheat on each other all the time, we're not even sure if they're still together at this point... last but not least you have Alf, Christophe, Ruben and myself, four emotionally unavailable men who can't commit because they can't get their shit together." Silence takes over the two friends, it's deafening even though the background music can be heard loud and clear.

"I made some shitty decisions too, that's what drove her away," Harry wants to continue, the tequila shots seemed to have loosened his tongue.

"No, no, no you listen to me," Freddie's hands hold his younger friend's face carefully. "I know you're not a dishonest scummy man, you're allowed to make mistakes in a relationship and learn from them... don't be like Alf," he lets Harry's face go and nods towards the tallest guy in the room, "he had a brief relationship with a Portuguese girl, charmed her socks off and when she planned to move here guess what he did?"

"What?" Harry knew the answer, but he wanted to give his friend the benefit of the doubt.

"He cuts her off! Ghosting is what they call it nowadays. Just like that... and you think he learned, except that he doesn't!" His friend is now sounding too frustrated. "I saw him do the same thing to Al, perhaps it was a bit different she already lived here but she wanted more and just—" he can't finish his thought and Harry feels for his friend. "We all do that, it's a trend."

"Must be something in the water." The curly one tries to joke and he earns a soft smile from the birthday guy, along with a heartwarming hug. "You can always ring me Freddie, to chat and if I'm home see each other." Harry knows this is something new in their friendship, but he feels it necessary, after so many years of knowing each other. He can tell that Freddie is trying to find his way into adulthood, something that Harry had to experience at a much younger age due to his career.

"Thanks mate, I would really like that." Harry is about to ask Freddie about his family's well-being when a figure entering the room caught his eye, she was wearing the burgundy coat like that first Thursday he was lucky enough to lay eyes on her, high-waisted trousers. The newsboy cap was missing though, but he was glad because it gave her curly hair the freedom it lacked before.

Of all the places where he thought they might meet again, his friend's birthday party was certainly not on the list. She was here, greeting Jack and the others, pulling her sleeve to show how uncomfortable she was at making small talk with Alexis and Keira. She has to crane her neck up a bit when talking to, well pretty much anyone in the room.

This is the miracle he's been waiting for, he thinks just as the song changes to The Beach Boys' and a small smirk threatens to expand on Harry's lips, he does want to ask her if she wants to dance like the sixties tune suggested.

"Harry it's nice to see you again!" Fernando stands in the way blocking the view between the musician and the tube girl. He cringes a bit at the nickname and makes a mental note to learn her name, the sooner the better.

"Fer, I have missed you since we last saw each other earlier today," the architect laughs and so does Freddie. "Would you like a beer?" Forever polite Harry asks.

"No, I'm driving tonight but I'll fetch one for my sister," he says stepping around the bar where Harry and Freddie have been leaning against for the past hour, "I'm starving though, do you mind if I order something Fred?"

"I have some pizza in the fridge man, help yourself." Fernando thanks him before nodding to the person standing behind Harry.

"This beer alright?" Harry turns around just in time to meet a pair of chocolate eyes staring at the guy behind the bar and nod in acceptance. "You already know Freddie and this is Harry," the curly guy is speechless, now up close she seems prettier than before and real. "Harry this is my sister Alma." She smiles in a sweet way that makes the pop star wonder if he's about to go into cardiac arrest.

"I saw you in the tube, Hampstead station guy!" Her voice was nothing like he had imagined, it was raspy and a hint of an accent he couldn't quite put his finger on was swimming through her words.

"That's me..." he admitted, the pink blush from his cheekbones migrating to his ears. Alma thought he looked adorable.

"Do you wanna dance?" She asked after a big gulp of her beer. All star by Smash Mouth just started playing, that was definitely not what Harry wanted to dance with her. Not that he had a secret plan to woo her with his moves, he wasn't the best dancer.

But he took her hand and let her lead the way to the unofficial dance floor, that on a regular day was the dining room. Oblivious to all the eyes focusing on them, Harry allowed himself to enjoy the unexpected turn of events, he had already wasted precious time not talking to this marvellous woman. Like Freddie said, he had to learn from his mistakes, instead of repeating them.

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Song: Nap of a Star

(This is a whole scenario in itself damn. I mayhaps got carried away while writing this!! Why isn’t yeonjun’s gif working istg 🗿🗿)

꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱

꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱

*;ﾟYeonjun *;ﾟ

You arose that night with a start. The thunderstorm clapped violently outside your house, and it thankfully woke you up from the nightmare you were having. When you tried to take a breath of air, but it was even hard to exhale. You were having a sleepover with the boys, so that made it even worse. 

There was a bead of sweat trickling down your forehead as you recalled the events in that terrifying place. You tried to talk Yeonjun in that dream, but he eventually left you alone in that dark room. You wanted to get out of that room that was suffocating you, but no matter how many times you screamed and shouted, nothing or no one would help you.

It corresponded with one of your insecurities. What if everyone left you once they saw the real you? What if they would all leave you because you weren’t useful to them anymore? Were you ever good enough to attract anybody else once they left you? You could feel prickles on your back as tears welled up in your eyes. 

Yeonjun was still awake at this time, almost 4am. He sent Hyuka off to sleep once 3 passed. He was scared that the boy’s sleep schedule would be wrecked because of him, so he sent him off before they got carried away.

He heard someone taking copious amounts of breath in. He raised an eyebrow at this and looked over at the sleeping bags. Who else would be awake at this hour? None of the boys were awake, so he just shrugged. 

Then he looked at your bed, and almost dropped the remote control in shock. Why were you awake so early? He took notice of you ragged breaths and the sweat dripping off your forehead. He cleared his throat and took a few cautious steps toward you. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“J-junie... I’m scared..” The way you said his name was enough to make him sit on the edge of your bed. “Did you have a nightmare? We can talk about it, if you need to.” 

You nodded slowly, and looked down at your scrunched up feet. “What if everybody left me, Yeonjun? I know I’m not good enough, but I’m afraid.” Your cries eventually got louder, but not enough to wake anyone up.

He shuffled towards you with a pout on his face. He knew you never called him by his actual name unless it was important. “Hey love, it’s okay! You are more than good enough. If everyone leaves you, then I will still be here to hold you. I’m your best friend, right?” He stretched his loving arms out for you.

You fell into his embrace, leaning against his chest. It was your safe place, one where you always went something was troubling you. “Thank you, Jjunie. I’m so grateful that you’re always here for me.”

He smiled and sang softly into your ear so you would have sweet dreams. You soon fell asleep despite your protests to hear his wonderful voice. He looked down, seeing your eyes finally close. You were snoring against his body while he laid down next to you.

He felt something flutter inside of him when he saw your hair fan across your face. He chuckled quietly before tucking it under your ear. You were so cute up close! He couldn’t help but gently stroke your cheek with love and care.

A feeling grew stronger in his chest. A best friend, huh? That’s what he said, but why does he feel something special? Why is a growing desire to be with you resonate in his mind whenever he sees you? He realized as the feeling of sleepiness washed over him that he was inevitably falling in love with you. 

꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱

*;ﾟSoobin *;ﾟ

You kept running as hard as your legs could carry you, but why weren’t you gaining speed? You wanted to ran as fast as you could in that devilish place, away from the blob of temptation. If it touched any part of you, it would harm your soul. If it caught you, then you wouldn’t be able to get out of that misery. If it devoured you, then there was no going back.

You looked behind you as there were no sounds. Letting out a sigh of relief, you let your guard down and stopped running. You were safe now! That’s what you believed.

Then you whipped your head forward. What you didn’t know was that, that same blob of temptation was in front of you. It consumed you as you let out screams and shouts of pain, holding you in its canine-like teeth. You couldn’t do anything but feel the pain over and over again.

“Y/N? Wake up, please!” 3 minutes ago, Soobin noticed that you were twisting and turning violently in your sleep while muttering a string of no’s. You were in his bed sleeping while he was playing mobile games. He was confused by your mutters and peered into your face. It was scrunched up in torment. He got worried real quickly since you were his best friend, and woke you up without any hesitation.

You got up with a scream, trying to cover yourself in a swarm of blankets. Once you realized that you were in the real world, you clung to your knees and sobbed like there was no tomorrow. What if you dreamed that again? You were afraid that you would experience more horror in this reoccuring nightmare.

“Y/N...” you didn’t hear Soobin’s whispers of attempts to calm you down while you cried in his bed. He never saw you this way unless you two were watching a sad love story. Then it popped into his head.

He recognized the signs that you had a nightmare of something chasing you. He had been through it with you before only to let you cry against his shoulder. He too, was paralyzed when he heard your cries about the dreams.

Soobin leaned towards you with distress etched in his features. He desperately wanted to help you, to at least be in your dreams so you could fight it together. He threw his arms around you with a frown on his face.

“I’m here, love. I’m here. You can cry it all out.” The one thing he hated the most was when you were crying. He wanted you to be happy, so no slice of sadness would mess with you.

Being in his arms was the warmest feeling in your world. You loved to be near his saccharine colonge that he applied just because he knew you like it. You wanted to just cuddle him for a day without any worries of being his best friend. You wanted something more.

Soobim realized that you were no longer crying once you got into his arms. He chuckled at this cute fact and played with the strands of your hair. “Feeling better?” You nodded, not saying anything while he dried the tears on your cheeks.

You looked up at him with a small grin. He returned the gesture as his adorable dimple peeked out. “You need anything?” You shook your head, and clung tighter to his arm. “No. Just- thank you, Soobin. For everything.”

His eyes scrunched up and he booped the end of your nose with his french fry finger. “I should be thanking you, love. You’ve given me everything I’ve wanted.” He leaned towards your forehead to give you a kiss there, but you covered his lips with your hand.

He pouted and looked down at your rejection as you snickered. “Let me do it this time. You’ve done it so many times already.”

Before he could protest, he felt something soft on his forehead. He relished in the tenderness of it, closing his eyes in awe. It was like an angel had pressed their wings against his head. He suppressed the urge to groan when you pulled away.

You giggled at his reaction and teased him. “Why? You want more?” He glared at you, “no.” Your face fell and you did your best to smile back at him. “Ok-“ “are you kidding me? Of course I want more of you!” He boldly grabbed you by the waist, and this time placed a passionate kiss on your lips.

Let’s just say that you were more than friends after that night.

꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱

*;ﾟBeomgyu *;ﾟ

Quickly dialing Beomgyu, you held your tears in so the painful lump in your throat wouldn’t appear again. You tried your best not to call him as he was at your house yesterday. You knew he was still awake, but you didn’t want to bother him again. He texted you 18 minutes ago that he was still awake and would be active for quite a while if you wanted to contact him.

You had yet another nightmare for the 4th time that week. It was one where you revisited your past over and over again. Your childhood was anything but easy, and hell you didn’t want to go through it again. But why did it keep occuring after all this time? Why didn’t it just go away for once and for all?

Your heart stung as you recalled the events from that dream. You couldn’t do anything but fight helplessly and watch as the person touched you in places that were private and too personal. It was more than 10 years ago, but you couldn’t get rid of it! It was just a thought pushed way back into your head until you somehow brought it up again.

You felt foolish as you cried into the palms of your hands. You were calling the only person who would help you, but what if was annoyed? What if didn’t want to be your best friend anymore because you were so annoying? Why weren’t you ever good enough?

Beomgyu entered the house upon hearing your cries. He used the emergency key you gave him just in case to go into your locked room. He was disheartened when he saw you hiding and sobbing in the covers as if someone would hurt you.

“My princess/prince... I’m here- I got here as fast as I could.” He dashed to the bed to embrace you, but you looked down instead. He was confused by the dismissal, and muttered a muffled what.

You just stared at your hands, and sniffled. You were too embarrassed to look at him in the eye. “I’m sorry for being annoying, Gyu. You can leave if you want to. I don’t understand how you even like me like this.”

He was baffled. Why would you ever think of yourself like that? You weren’t annoying, you never were! Usually, he was the clingy, troublesome one.

He kneeled behind you and hugged you willingly while pressing soft butterfly kisses on your cheek. He examined your innocent eyes. When he saw pain in them, he pouted his lips and layed his head on your shoulder without letting go.

“I know I’m not usually like this, but sweetpea! You’re very precious to me. I love seeing your smiles, frowns, and even your adorable nose that you don’t like. I love holding you in these arms because I know I can protect you like this. I want to be lay to you at night so I can be in your dreams.” The boy turned you around slowly so he could face your eyes while confessing what he thought of you.

He made you look at him with a grasp of your chin. You gasped and guiltily looked at his lips before looking at his caramel eyes. “Did you know that? I love you so much-morethanafriend. So, please don’t assume that you-“ he stopped talking and caught his breath. “Did I just confess?!”

You chuckled and Beomgyu beamed. He made you smile again! He was mesmerized by your watering eyes while smiling happily. They said that making a person laugh after crying was one of the most beautiful things in the world, but he had to disagree. He knew that you were the only pretty one that could make his heart pound.

“Y/N... you’re smiling again!” He was taken aback when you enthusiastically wrapped your arms around him. You took in the scent of his cologne and grinned. “Yes, I am, you big dummy!! Thank you for making me smile despite how scared I was earlier. And... you know what?”

You pulled away and cupped his blushing cheek. He smirked at you, getting rid of the flustered expression, “what is it, sweetpea?” “I can proudly say that I love you too.” You connected the gap between you and Beomgyu.

At that point, you realized that you would be able to spend the rest of your lonely nights with him.

꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱

*;ﾟTaehyun *;ﾟ

"Y/N? Where are you?” Taehyun pursed his lips as he searched around your house for any signs of you. Where could you possibly be? He rung the doorbell earlier, but nobody answered. Normally you would be hanging out with him every week and watch movies together.

He was appalled when he found out that the front door was unlocked. He knew that you valued safety before anything else, so he worried that something dangerous may have happened to you. Were you kidnapped? He could feel his heart heavily drop into his stomach. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if you got hurt.

Lastly, he rounded to the bathroom with a grain of hope. He tired to be as optimistic as always, but with the house being dead silent, he couldn’t bring himself to think a positive outcome. He looked down at the tiles and almost screamed. “Y/N...?”

He realized that the slump of a body on the floor was you. You let out hushed whimpers so- as he assumed, that you didn’t want anyone to hear you crying. Your hair was covering your face in a way that made Taehyun shudder, but he paid no mind to it and kneeled down beside you.

“What’s wrong? Why wasn’t the door locked?” He stood on one knee while you hastily tried to hide your tears. “Oh, Taehyun? You’re here? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize the time.” He noticed that your eyes were red and puffy, making him believe that you had been letting out tears for a long time.

He looked down into your ashamed eyes, and laced his hand with yours. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. i’ve never seen you like this, and I’m worried. Didn’t you remind me to never hide my feelings?” His voice was soft and gentle as he was nervous that you would inch away from him.

You couldn’t look at him in the eye. You were afraid he was going to judge you if you told him the reason why. He would laugh at you once you revealed your tiny secret.

Taehyun blew your hair away and tightened his grip on your hand. “You don’t have to tell, I know. But I want to help you. I want to see you smile again.” He cringed, thinking of his words. He wasn’t the type to be affectionate, but he wouldn’t hesitate to do again just because it was you.

You sniffled, feeling rain gather in your eyes. “Promise you won’t laugh at me?” He nodded silently, showing his pinky finger with the other hand. You looked down at your fingers that were intertwined and sighed. “I had a nightmare.”

He tenderly smiled at you, slowly encouraging you to keep going. “The nightmare was that you- you...” He was amused now, bending down to hear you whisper. “I, what?”

You stood up after a couple of minutes, dismissing the idea. “It was nothing, Hyun. How about we go to the couch now? I’m bored.” He let out a small groan and went to hug you from the back. Maybe this was the only time he would be clingy like this.

“Y/N, pretty please?” He hated doing it, but he gave you the puppy dog eyes. Being cute was not his style. 

You furrowed your eyebrows at his attempt at being cute, but it was still adorable anyway. You wrapped your arms around his, and snarled. If you told him what bothered you, then you would destroy your friendship! You had no choice but to tell the truth. If you lied, he would see through you without a doubt.

“Fine, Kang Taehyun. You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?” He laughed at the tone of your words while your heart sped up every second. “Taehyun... my dream was about another girl that confessed to you. You liked her too, but you never paid any attention to me anymore. I felt abandoned, and I never want that to happen. I can’t help but fall in love with you even harder than the day before.”

꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱꒰·͡ुˑ·ཻू꒱*̫ෆ๋*̫꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱

*;ﾟKai *;ﾟ

Hyuka was still awake when he noticed that you were tossing and turning in your sleep. It was almost 4 in the morning, but he couldn’t fall asleep. So, he decided to just scroll mindlessly on his phone and look at the fan’s posts. He didn’t think anything of it for a while until you clung into his arm while letting tears drip from your eye.

It was a normal routine for you two to share the same bed. He liked to give you belly rubs before you drifted off to sleep. He loved that he could cuddle you whenever he had a hard time falling asleep himself. 

He almost screamed as he was checking your face. You opened your eyes when he caressed your cheek. Was he the reason you woke up, or something else?

“Hyuka? W-what time is it?” He could see that your lips were trembling and that you were shaking like a leaf. He grew concerned because you didn’t do that unless you were scared. 

He scooted towards you and looked at his phone. “It’s 3:48am. Why did you wake up so early?” You avidly shook your head and reached to grab the pillow beside you. “Nothing. Why are you still up this late?”

The boy pouted and threw the pillow you were holding onto the floor. He took its place and you jokingly tugged on his hair. “Y/n~ Why did you wake up? I know it isn’t because of me since you’re shaking and holding your breath.”

He was right. You let go of the breath you were holding and laid down beside him. “I had a nightmare. I wasn’t able to save anyone.” You hoped that he wouldn’t say anything about it. There was no chance that he wouldn’t, being the stubborn person he is.

He glanced into your direction, able to see the subtle fear in your eyes. “What do you mean?” You knew deep down that he would push the subject. “We were at a beach, and there was a storm coming along. The boys including you, went to swim in the ocean despite the warnings. I was so scared for all of you when you didn’t come out.”

You knew he was still listening as he remained silent. “I went inside. I saw Yeonjun and Soobin who were no longer able to swim out of the water. I almost inhaled a ton of water too until I saw you. Your honeyed eyes were gray, but you had a speck of life in them.”

You turned away from him and gazed at the nightlight next to the bathroom door. “You were saving your last breaths but when you saw me, you told me you loved me more than anything. I couldn’t even tell you I felt the same way because the waves carried you away from me. Then you were gone, and I woke up.”

It was strange. You wanted to jump out of the window right then and there, but you wanted to hear him say something. Even if it was a rejection. All you needed was an answer.

“Kai..? Are you going to say something?” He was blankly staring into the darkness before he grinned from ear to ear. “Y/N. You don’t know how long I wanted you to say something like that.”

You faced him, perplexed at his words. “What do you mean? Are you saying that, you like me too?” He took one of the pillows beside you before hitting you with it jokingly. “Yes, silly! I have had a crush on you for the longest time.”

His cheeks were dusted red and his ears were colored like a cherry. “Please, be mine?” Your heart was going to explode at this rate if you didn’t accept the fact that he liked you the same way. You were sure that you looked like a tomato even if you couldn’t see yourself.

You hugged him as an answer. It took more than words to say that you loved him too.

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Falling Back Into You (Chapter 3)

(A/N): I’m back with Chapter 3 of this SingleMom! Alex imagine. I’ve been having writer’s block so it took a bit longer than expected. This is a pretty long ass chapter. Not proofread in any way. Hope you guys like it!

Being the best friend that she is, Kelley quickly made her way to Alex's house after their phone conversation about (Y/N).

Kelley had always seen the pair act differently around each other, even during their younger days in the USWNT.

So she wasn't entirely surprised that Alex was currently pacing around in her own living room while the former Utah Royal looked on amused.

"Maybe you're just really excited to see her after all these years?" Kelley offered, but not exactly believing herself.

She had always thought Alex and (Y/N) would've made a good couple in another life.

They were like, each other's 'one that got away' as far as Kelley was concerned.

"Maybe... but I'm worried about how warm and fuzzy I feel inside when I'm with her. Especially when she's interacting with Mia" Alex exclaimed, running her hands through her hair.

"She's nice, she always makes people feel warm and fuzzy" Kelley said, shrugging her shoulders.

But Alex still looked frantic. Kelley wondered if a person could be too old for gay panic, because it seems like Alex is having it right now.

"Besides, Al. So what if you have a crush on (Y/N)? I'm pretty sure she feels the same way" Kelley said.

Alex blushed furiously at the thought that her feelings might be reciprocated.

"Wh-what makes you say that?" Alex said, sitting down on her couch next to Kelley.

"She picked up your kid from school, she bought you food... twice! That's like the greatest love language of all: FOOD!" Kelley said. Alex manages a laugh at her friend's logic.

"She's like that for everybody" Alex said, not wanting to get any hopes of something more than friendship with (Y/N).

"No, Al. She's got a real soft spot for you and it seemed to trickle down to Mia, too" Kelley said, smiling knowingly at Alex.

"Did you know she played soccer with Mia today? She pretended she was a goal keeper... She was wearing oven mitts for goodness sake! Why did I find that adorable?" Alex said, once again exasperated at her newly surfaced feelings.

Kelley chuckled and placed her arm around Alex's shoulder and pulled her for a side hug.

"You, my friend, are having gay panic. Bi panic, specifically" Kelley said. Alex groaned.

"Really? In my 40s?" Alex said.

"Better late than never, I suppose" Kelley said before bursting into laughter.

"Shhh! Don't wake Mia up!" Alex said, moving to shush Kelley with her hand.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry" Kelley said, stifling her laughter.

"So, are you nervous for Friday?" Kelley asked, leaning back on the couch.

"Very. Plus... I may have invited her over for dinner next week" Alex said, almost whispering the last part.

"You what? Oop. Already planning date night, are we?" Kelley teased. Alex once again blushed madly.

"I-it's not a date. It's just a thank you to her for picking up Mia today" Alex said, covering her reddening face.

"Alright, Al. If you say so" Kelley said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Alex groaned.

"I'm too old for this" Alex said. Kelley laughs and straightens up.

"Well, Al... It's pretty late. I gotta get back to Cassie or I'm sleeping on the couch tonight" Kelley said, moving to stand up. Alex looks at her friend and nods.

"Thanks for coming over. I just... I'm not really used to this feelings thing anymore" Alex admitted. Kelley smiled and gives her a slight push to the head.

"I'm glad for you Al. This will turn out better than you expect, I promise" Kelley said reassuringly. Alex doesn't exactly believe her but hums in agreement anyway.

"Thanks Kell. See you Friday. Bring the whole gang, will you?" Alex said.

"Sure you won't want (Y/N) all to yourself?" Kelley teased as she walked towards the door. Alex throws a pillow in her direction but the former Utah Royal quickly dodged it and stuck her tongue out.

"Goodnight, Kell. Drive safe" Alex said, smiling. Kelley waves before heading out the door.

For the first time today, Alex is left alone with her thoughts and feelings.

She lets herself fall into the couch and sigh.

She was pretty fucked.

---

Friday came too soon for Alex's comfort. She had mixed feelings about today, she was beyond excited, don't get her wrong.

It's just that she was also incredibly nervous about seeing (Y/N) with her realization that she may have feelings for her former teammate.

Her phone dinged with a text from (Y/N).

Hey, what time does Mia get out of school? I promised I'd hang out with her before we all go out for drinks tonight.

Alex couldn't help the smile that graces her features.

We'll be at home at 4pm. Alex typed out her reply.

(Y/N)'s answer was almost immediate.

Great. I'll drop by then. See you later, Al.

The sound of her university soccer players entering the pitch pulled her from her thoughts.

Right, she had work to do. She pushes the thoughts of tonight at the back of her head and started on her day.

---

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was mulling over what to wear in her loft. She wanted to make a good impression, not just on Alex but on all her other friends.

Her watch read 2:30pm. She had about an hour before she needed to leave.

She stared at the pile of clothes she had laid down on her bed. A button up and a jacket would be too formal, but a shirt would be too casual.

She settled for a navy blue mandarin collar button up and black slacks. Just sleek enough to pass off as someone who had their shit together.

Being the basic lesbian that she is, she didn't take long in getting ready and had about 15 minutes to spare.

But a light bulb lit up in her head. Grabbing her wallet and keys, (Y/N) dashed down to her car and pulled out of her driveway.

In record time, (Y/N) found herself in front of her favorite flower store: Freda's floral emporium.

Stepping out of her car, (Y/N) entered the store. She was greeted by the store's owner.

"Why, it's good to see you (Y/N)!" Freda greeted. (Y/N) smiled and headed on over to her.

"Good to see you too, Freda" (Y/N) said, pulling the elderly woman for a hug.

"It's too early for mother's day, isn't it? And it isn't Gloria or Ariel's birthday" Freda said, commenting that (Y/N) only usually came on those occasions.

"Well, it's not for family this time, Freda" (Y/N) said shyly, scratching the back of her neck.

Freda's eyes light up and she almost jumps for joy.

"Oooh! Is it for a special girl?" Freda said, already leaving her post in the counter to help (Y/N) look for the perfect bouquet.

"Sorta, yeah... Damn, Freda. This seems like I'm back in high school again" (Y/N) said, chuckling at how young and aloof she feels at buying a girl she likes flowers.

"Never too late to find love, I tell ya!" Freda said, already picking out her best flowers for her favorite customer.

"She's just a friend though, I doubt she feels the same way" (Y/N) said. Freda abruptly stops what she's doing and stares at (Y/N).

"Oh I think she'll change her mind with these flowers I'm making. Besides, who wouldn't want a piece of you!" Freda retorts. (Y/N) blushes and playfully nudges the older woman.

"What? It's true! Oh if I only had a daughter, I would've set her up with you a long time ago" Freda said, arranging her newly picked flowers for (Y/N).

"You flatter me, Freda" (Y/N) said, laughing at the woman's antics.

"There! Perfect. Any woman would fawn over this!" Freda said, handing (Y/N) a beautiful bouquet with roses and a single sunflower in the middle.

"Wow, this is amazing Freda" (Y/N) said, inspecting the flowers. She gives it a sniff and almost sneezes.

Bad idea, she thought.

"All in a day's work" Freda said smugly. But (Y/N) had one more request.

"Oh Freda, can I get a bouquet of daisies? For her kid?" (Y/N) said, wanting to surprise Mia as well.

If Freda was a bit taken aback at (Y/N)'s love interest having a kid, she did a good job of showing it.

"Ah, don't worry. Freda has got you covered!" She said, scurrying again to pick out daisies.

"Thanks, Freda. You're the best" (Y/N) calls after her, still looking at the bouquet in her hand.

She hoped Alex would like it.

In no time, Freda walks back to the counter with a small daisy bouquet in hand.

"I know I'm the best" Freda said, smiling proudly at (Y/N).

"How much for the two bouquets, Freda?" (Y/N) asked, setting Alex's flowers down to pull out her wallet.

Thumbing through her bills, she pulls out a 50 bill.

"Just 30, the daisies are on the house" Freda said. (Y/N) looks scandalized at the thought of not paying everything she owed.

"I refuse to let you go bankrupt, Freda!" (Y/N) said, pushing the 50 bill.

"I won't. Just promise me you'll get me as the flower supplier for your wedding!" Freda said, handing (Y/N) back a 20.

(Y/N) flushes but takes the change.

"I'll let you know, Freda" (Y/N) said, chuckling. She picks up both bouquets and walks out of the store.

"Thank you, Freda!" (Y/N) calls out.

"You're welcome, kiddo! Get her!" Freda said. (Y/N) smiles and heads on over to her car.

It's already a little bit past four when (Y/N) finds herself at the Morgans' doorstep.

She takes a deep breathe, and knocks on the door with both bouquets in hand.

"Just a minute" Alex called from the other side. (Y/N) shifts in her place, a bit nervous.

Alex opens the door with a smile so bright (Y/N) thought she was going to pass out.

"Hey" Alex said.

"Hey yourself" (Y/N) replied. They momentarily just stare into each other before (Y/N) gets back to her senses.

"I-uh, these are for you!" (Y/N) said, putting the bouquet forward. She doesn't miss the bright red blush that graces Alex's features.

"Wow... this looks amazing (Y/N)" Alex said, taking the bouquet.

"And these, are for Mia" (Y/N) said, showing the simple daisy bouquet. Alex smiles even wider at (Y/N).

Why does she have to be so thoughtful? Is this romantic? Is she trying to be romantic? A flurry of thoughts racing in Alex's head.

"You're so sweet" Alex said. She turns a bit to call for her daughter who was in the living room.

"Mia! Auntie (Y/N) has something for you!" Alex said. Mia quickly jumped up and ran over to the front door.

"For you, m'lady" (Y/N) said, crouching down to Mia's height. The girl takes one look at the flowers and squeals.

Mia takes the flowers and envelopes (Y/N) in a hug.

"Thank you Auntie! They're amazing!" Mia said, running inside to put it in a vase.

"Please be careful with the vases, baby girl. Do not hurt yourself" Alex called after her. She looked back at (Y/N) and invited her in.

"If you keep on giving her stuff, she's gonna be expecting it every time" Alex said, smiling at (Y/N).

"Then I'll do it every time" (Y/N) said grinning back at Alex. Alex felt the blood rush to her face and she hides behind the bouquet.

"I'm... gonna go put this in water. You can join Mia in the living room!" Alex said, before hurrying away from (Y/N).

(Y/N) looked weirdly in the direction where Alex had bolted but shrugged her shoulders.

Alex rushed into the kitchen and got one of the vases kept in the cupboards. She takes a moment to control her heart before putting the bouquet in water.

She places the vase next to Mia's and shoots Kelley a text.

She brought me and Mia flowers, FREAKING FLOWERS KELLEY!

Kelley, who was already on standby next to her phone since Alex had said (Y/N) was already on her way to them was able to see it immediately.

The former Utah Royal lets out an honest to God 'Awwww' while on her way to the bar they'll be meeting at.

She quickly types out her reply.

Ohhhh girl, she's definitely into you!

Kelley's reply does nothing to quell the blush on Alex's face. She groaned and rubbed her hands on her face.

"Okay, Alex. You can handle this. It's just a crush" Alex said to herself quietly.

She was three-time world cup champion, she can definitely survive having feelings for her friend.

Right? Right.

When she walks back in the living room, (Y/N) and Mia are deeply immersed in first-grade math homework, sitting on the carpeted floor.

Mia was chewing on her bottom lip and looking intently at her textbook.

"How about this Auntie, what do I gotta do?" Mia said, (Y/N) looks over to where she's pointing and proceeds to try and teach the girl what she needed to do.

Alex looks affectionately at the pair and silently walks to take a seat in the couch.

(Y/N) looks up at Alex and grins.

"Gays can't do math" (Y/N) mouths. Alex couldn't help but laugh and shake her head.

She pulls out her phone and snapped a photo of the scene before her. She contemplated putting it on social media, but thought better to ask (Y/N) first later.

(Y/N) continued to help Mia with her homework with Alex simply watching them.

She was mesmerized at how natural it looked to see (Y/N) with Mia. Maybe it was her crush talking, she didn't know.

"Mom look! I finished my homework so quick!" Mia said, lifting her textbook for Alex to see.

"That's great, baby. I'm proud of you" Alex said, walking over to sit on Mia's other side.

Anybody could've taken a look at the three of them all huddled up and think that they were a happy family.

"Can we watch soccer now?" Mia said, looking up pleadingly at her mother. Alex smiled and reached for the remote.

She flipped the television to ESPN just in time for an NWSL game. With Mia engrossed in the action, Alex took the opportunity to talk to (Y/N) quietly.

"Look at you and Mia" Alex said, showing (Y/N) the photo she took. (Y/N) turned and beamed at the photo.

"Wow that looks really nice. I love it" (Y/N) said, she takes Alex's hand to pull the phone closer to her.

They both ignore the electricity that they felt when their hands touched.

"Will it be alright if I post it on Instagram?" Alex said. (Y/N) lets go of her hand and she misses the contact immediately.

"Sure, why not" (Y/N) said, smiling. Alex draws back her phone and opens up social media.

"What's your handle? Do you even have Instagram still?" Alex said, already typing out the post.

"Yeah. I'm not a grandma. I just don't use it a lot" (Y/N) said with a laugh.

"Is your handle the same?" Alex said. (Y/N) nods.

Not long after Alex posted the photo, (Y/N)'s phone started ringing with notifications.

"Her new favorite Auntie" Alex's post read.

"I love my new title" (Y/N) said, chuckling. She spotted a comment from Kelley and Allie.

K: Hey no. She cannot dethrone me that fast! A: Well, I'm pretty useless when it comes to homework so she can have that part of the job.

"Oh I forgot to ask, who among the girls are going to make it tonight?" (Y/N) said, scrolling through the comments.

She noticed a few fans commenting about their 'ship' coming alive after all these years.

There isn't a ship when it's unrequited, she thought.

"Kelley, Allie, Krashlyn and Preath all said they would come!" Alex said.

"Nice" (Y/N) said, her excitement of seeing her old teammates bubbling inside of her.

"Some of the younger ones are still busy with the NWSL season so they couldn't make it" Alex said.

"I totally get that" (Y/N) said. The pair was a little bit startled when someone knocked on the door.

Alex looked over her shoulder and stood up.

"Must be the babysitter" Alex said. (Y/N) nods and puts her arm around Mia who was starting to doze off after the game finished.

Alex walked to the front door and opened it.

"Hey, Greta. Thanks for coming " Alex greeted her usual baby sitter. The teen smiled and walked inside.

"Hey, Alex. No problem. Anything for sweet little Mia" Greta said. The pair walked into (Y/N) carrying Mia who was already fast asleep to lie on the couch.

(Y/N) looked at them and put a finger to her mouth to signal them to be quiet.

Alex swore she had never seen anything more adorable. She quietly made her way to Alex and Greta.

"Out like a light. Must've been the math" (Y/N) said, chuckling.

"(Y/N), this is Greta. The best baby sitter in town" Alex said, motioning to the teenage girl next to her.

"Hey Greta. I'm (Y/N)" (Y/N) said, offering her hand to Greta. But the teen just gaped.

"... (Y/N)? As in (Y/N) (L/N), USWNT legend?" Greta said. Alex laughed and linked their arms.

"The one and only" Alex said proudly.

Greta couldn't believe her luck. The number of football players she had met because of her babysitting job with Alex Morgan.

She almost thought it was a scam when a craigslist ad for a babysitter was listed under the soccer star.

(Y/N) laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her neck. Alex looked knowingly at Greta.

"Why don't you take a photo with her?" Alex said, nudging (Y/N).

"Would that be okay?" Greta said hopefully. (Y/N) nodded and smiled.

"Sure. It's kinda funny how you know me" (Y/N) said, moving to her side. Greta gave Alex her phone and squealed.

"You're like one of the greatest of all time" Greta said happily. (Y/N) blushed and swung her arm over the teen's shoulder.

"Thank you, but I'm not" (Y/N) said, chuckling. Alex snapped the photo and handed Greta back her phone.

"She's humble like that" Alex said, grinning at (Y/N).

Greta thanked (Y/N) for the photo and proceeded to look after the sleeping Mia.

"I'll go get ready" Alex said, motioning she'll be going upstairs for a bit. (Y/N) nods and lounges around in the kitchen.

She's busy scrolling through her phone when Alex emerges from the top of the stairs. As if by instinct, (Y/N) looks up and her breath is caught in her throat.

Alex looked stunning in a striped dress that hugged her curves just right (A/N: Just imagine her wearing the dress she has on in her vogue shoot on Instagram. I don't know how to describe it lmao).

"I feel like I should've dressed up more" (Y/N) said, still gawking at the former Orlando forward as she went down the stairs.

"Please. You don't look so bad yourself" Alex said, and with a surge of courage threw a wink at (Y/N)'s direction.

(Y/N) blushed at the comment and followed Alex like a lost puppy as she gave Greta a few more reminders before they went on their way.

"Dinner's in the fridge. Her vitamins are in the usual cupboard and bedtime is at 9:30pm please" Alex said. Greta nodded her head. Mia was still out like a light on the couch.

(Y/N)'s heart warmed as Alex bent down to kiss her daughter goodbye.

"I got us a Lyft so nobody has to be the designated driver" (Y/N) said, grinning at Alex as they made their way outside.

"Smart. What about your car though?" Alex said. (Y/N) shrugged.

"I'll bring it home once I've sobered up enough. Would you mind if I leave it here?" (Y/N) said. Alex's mind raced at the possibilities of (Y/N) having to come by her house after drinks.

"Not at all" Alex said. (Y/N) beamed and offered her arm, Alex smiled and accepted, linking them together.

It didn't take long for the Lyft to arrive and they were off to the bar.

Both women were buzzing with excitement at the thought of reuniting with their friends.

"I wonder if Kelley can still hold her alcohol like she did when we won the World Cup back in 2019" (Y/N) thought aloud. Alex snorted.

"Oh she definitely still can. She's a 21-year-old frat boy stuck in a 40-something's body" Alex said. (Y/N) laughed.

"God I can't wait to see them. I feel bad for not really staying in touch with you guys all these years" (Y/N) said sadly, looking down at her hands.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Life happens. You're here now right?" Alex said, taking (Y/N)'s hand and squeezing it.

(Y/N) offered her a smile and felt infinitely better. They spent the rest of the ride still holding hands.

Neither of them acknowledged the other's disinterest to let go.

The only time (Y/N) finally lets go of Alex's hand is when she has to pay the driver once they arrived.

They thanked the Lyft and went inside the bar. Kelley had immediately spotted them and began waving wildly from her seat.

"Alex! (Y/N)!" Kelley said loudly. The pair whipped their heads in her direction and laughed at the woman.

Still the same Kelley after all these years, (Y/N) thought. They approached Kelley with wide smiles.

Once they were close enough, Kelley attacked (Y/N) with a bear hug.

"How long has it been (Y/N)!!!!" Kelley said, squeezing the living life out of (Y/N).

Alex couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her two friends.

"Nice to see you too, Kell. Now let me go before I pass out" (Y/N) said, chuckling.

"Oop, sorry" Kelley said with a cheesy grin. They take their seats while waiting for the rest of the gang to show up.

They had talked about (Y/N) being intrigued with Mia during her camp that eventually led to her reconnecting with Alex and the rest of the team.

Kelley nodded along like Alex hadn't already gushed about it to her.

It took about 15 minutes before the rest of the gang showed up, Allie had arrived with Preath while Krashlyn came as a couple.

"Still the third wheel, I see?" (Y/N) said to Allie with a smirk. Allie rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, (Y/L/N)" Allie replied. (Y/N) laughed.

The group of friends easily fell into conversation once they were settled down with drinks.

As per usual, Ashlyn was the one documenting the whole thing and posting it on her Instagram stories.

"When I heard about the social work you were doing, I checked it out on the internet. It seems amazing" Christen told (Y/N) with the whole gang nodding their heads in a approval.

"Thank you. That means a lot, from a CEO like you" (Y/N) said with a smile, talking about their successful re-inc company.

"We really missed you, man" Tobin said. She was one of (Y/N)'s closest friends on the team, if not the closest.

"I know. I'm sorry I haven't been able to keep in touch" (Y/N) said shyly. She really felt bad.

Alex reached out for her hand under the table and squeezed again. (Y/N) glanced at her and smiled for the comfort.

"It's fine. We barely realized you weren't there" Ali said jokingly.

"Yeah... who is she? I don't know her" Ashlyn said. The mood lightened with Krashlyn's antics.

"Alright, enough with that emotional shit. It's time for Never Have I Ever!" Kelley said, raising her shot glass filled with tequila.

"Still the college frat boy, are we Kelley?" (Y/N) said, laughing.

"Of course. That's like my brand" Kelley said.

The game started out pretty simple, with most relating to soccer practice when they were still in the USWNT.

Everyone on the table was surprised when Christen took a shot after the Never Have I Ever faked being sick to skip practice.

"What? I'm human too" Christen said defensively. Kelley, Ashlyn and Allie gave her approving looks.

"Let's make this interesting and because I want Preath and Krashlyn to take more shots" Allie said. Clearing her throat.

"Never Have I Ever fallen in love with a teammate" Allie said. She narrowed her eyes at the two couples as they groaned and took shots.

Alex wondered if she should take a shot. Was she in love? It was just a crush right?

But what was surprising to everyone was when (Y/N) slowly took her shot glass and downed it in one go.

"Oh my God?" Allie said, looking at (Y/N) at disbelief. Alex felt a feeling of giddyness and jealousy bubble up inside of her at the same time.

Who did (Y/N) have feelings for? But at the back of her mind, she was really hoping it was her.

"What?" (Y/N) said, a blush creeping up on her face. Alex was also looking at her. She couldn't tell what the other woman was thinking.

Could she see right through me? (Y/N) thought.

"Spill" Ashlyn said. Allie and Ali (lol) nodded in approval.

Tobin and Christen glanced at (Y/N) worriedly, obviously knowing who it was.

"Nope" (Y/N) said, taking another shot.

"No fun!" Allie said, pouting at the other woman.

"Maybe next time" (Y/N) said, risking a glance at Alex's direction. She was playing with her shot glass, seemingly deep in thought.

The game continued on for about 15 minutes more before they grew tired and simply settled on sharing stories.

(Y/N) felt happy that her friends were still all so successful. She missed them so much and really meant it when she said there would be a 'next time'.

Before long, it was deep into the night. With kids waiting on them at home, Krashlyn and Preath excused themselves.

"See ya. Everybody just get a Lyft or an Uber please. Stay safe" Allie told the two couples.

They nodded before saying their goodbyes and heading out.

"Hey. Until what time can Greta watch Mia?" (Y/N) asked the more than tipsy Alex next to her.

The forward was feeling a bit woozy, already leaning her head on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

"She can watch her until 10pm I think" Alex said. (Y/N) looked at her watch and it was already past nine.

"It's past nine. Do you want to head back already?" (Y/N) said. Alex checks her phone and nods lazily.

"Alright. I'll get us a Lyft. I still gotta get my car at your place" (Y/N) said. Alex hummed in approval.

She sends a weak glare at Kelley and Allie's way when they wiggle their eyebrows at her while (Y/N) was busy with her phone.

After a few minutes, their Lyft driver had arrived and (Y/N) helped Alex get up.

"It was really nice getting to catch up guys. Let's do this again soon" (Y/N) said, looking at Allie and Kelley.

"Definitely" Allie said. (Y/N) smiled before assisting Alex out.

Alex spared a look at Allie and Kelley before they headed out the door. Her two friends winked at her and gave her a thumbs up.

She laughed and flipped them off. The Lyft ride home was filled with comfortable silence, both of them buzzed enough to just enjoy each other's company.

When they finally arrived, (Y/N) walked with Alex inside. They find Greta waiting in the living room.

"Hey. Mia's already asleep upstairs" Greta said, standing up and gathering her things.

"Thanks, Greta. Sorry we were out a bit late" Alex said, looking apologetically at the teen.

She shrugged and smiled.

"Mia's an angel, it's no problem" Greta said. Alex handed her the payment and she headed out.

"Are you sure you're sober enough to drive?" Alex said, turning her attention to (Y/N).

"I guess so" (Y/N) said. She wasn't drunk, but she definitely wasn't completely sober. Alex scrunched up her brows.

"That's not good enough. Why don't you stay the night?" Alex offered without thinking. They both blushed at the prospect.

"I-i mean, if you want" Alex said. (Y/N) smiled.

"I'd love to" (Y/N) answered. Alex grinned.

"Great. I'll just check on Mia. You can freshen up in the bathroom in my room" Alex said. (Y/N) nodded.

(Y/N) headed to her car to get a spare set of clothes she always kept there for emergencies.

She mentally thanked herself for doing that because she would definitely not look good in Alex's clothes.

Maybe the other way around would work, she thought. The image of Alex wearing her clothes entered her mind and she blushed.

"Great now that's stuck in my head" (Y/N) grumbled to herself.

She went back inside and stopped in her tracks when she realized she didn't know where Alex's room was.

She sighed and pulled out her phone. She really couldn't call out for Alex if Mia was already asleep.

Ok I just realized I don't know which one is your room. (Y/N) typed. She pressed send and waited for a bit before Alex's reply came.

Oh shit yeah, sorry. Second door to the left upstairs. Alex's text read.

(Y/N) made her way up and walked to Alex's room. But the sight of Alex and Mia caught her eye in the room before Alex's.

Mia was fast asleep, hugging a soccer ball plushie with Alex stroking her hair.

(Y/N) smiled to herself and proceeded to enter Alex's room. She helped herself to the bathroom and freshened up.

She was just about finishing up when she heard the door open and close, meaning that Alex was probably already in the room.

(Y/N) walked out with her worn out Portland Thorns jersey and shorts. Alex chuckled at her wardrobe choice.

"What? It was the only thing I had in the car" (Y/N) said defensively. Alex laughed and approached her.

"I think it's cute. It still suits you" Alex said, looking up at (Y/N). The latter swore she could get lost in those blue eyes forever.

"Why thank you" (Y/N) managed with a smile. Alex smiles back and proceeds to side step her way into the bathroom.

"My turn" Alex said, closing the door on (Y/N).

Having nothing to do while waiting for Alex, (Y/N) looked around the room. She noticed Alex's soccer trophies on full display on a shelf next to her study table.

She also took a peek at the framed photos on the wall. Their World Cup victories, including the 2023 one that (Y/N) wasn't a part of, club pictures from Orlando, a few photos of her and Mia.

(Y/N) smiled, looking at Alex's face on the photographs. She swore that smile could light up a whole room.

(Y/N) is brought out of her thoughts when Alex walks out of the bath. (Y/N) looks up at almost passes out then and there.

The former Orlando star is wearing nothing but a tank top and short shorts and she really doesn't want to stare so she avoids looking at Alex in general.

"I-uh, I'm going to head down Al. Good night!" (Y/N) stuttered out, making a beeline for the door.

But Alex grabbed her wrist, forcing her to stop.

"Why?" Alex said, her eyes a bit glassy still because of the alcohol.

"So I could sleep in the couch?" (Y/N) said, almost as a question.

"You could sleep here with me. I mean, the bed's big enough for the both of us" Alex said. (Y/N) was putty in her hands, especially with the tinge of hope she could hear in Alex's request.

"Are you sure, Al? I wouldn't want to intrude on your personal space" (Y/N) said. But Alex is already dragging her to the bed.

"You won't. I promise" Alex said. (Y/N) can feel her heart pounding when they get settled.

She tries to focus on her breathing, it was just Alex. Friends do this all the time right? Right.

"Will you cuddle me?" Alex said. Even in the darkness of the room (Y/N) could see the sparkle in Alex's eyes.

She couldn't really say no to that.

"Okay" (Y/N) said, wrapping her arms around Alex. The latter buries herself in the other woman's arm. Feeling warm at the contact.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)" Alex said, smiling contentedly. If it was the alcohol or (Y/N)'s embrace, she didn't know but she felt the most calm she's ever been in years.

"Goodnight, Al" (Y/N) said, still trying to keep her pounding heart at bay.

To be continued.

[namjoonchronicles]

perfectly wrong | jm

↳ genre fluff, domestic, friends-to-lover, dad-to-be jimin

↳ words 3k

↳ summary --Giving birth is a spiritual moment for any married couple. But things are not usually cinematic or fulfilling in real life are they? Especially for a love story that begins like this...

↳ warning horrible description of labor, use of vulgar words in public setting, car sex, platonic friendship that progresses to something more, cute things to do with Jimin at home (that you can’t irl), alcoholism

↳ namjoonchronicles’ honorary tag list @kai-tashi @joon94net @yourlocalalien @mentallycryinghanriver @septemberalien @yoongiseesaw 

↳ special thanks to @fangirlaholicxx & @/majestikblue for helping me out on this one! 

↳ song lsd ‘no new friends’ 

Nothing could have prepared Jimin for the chaos a labor room could possess. He couldn't feel his hands; his mind and heart had gone separate ways. Sweat trickling down his back and he's sure that his shirt is drenched by now. His lips are blue and his wife was gripping his fingers to the point where they all turned purple. Her shrills threw his sanity out of the window and he had probably pissed his pants by now. He realized he wore different sandals on each leg and his shirt is inside out.

"This is all your fault!" you screamed, the pain is unbearable and you've grab hold Jimin's hair in the midst of labor. "Push, madam, you have to keep pushing..." the young doctor calmly instructed you, ignoring the fact that Jimin is screaming in pain. "Let go of my hair, let go of my hair...honey, my hair," Jimin whimpers but you aren't about to listen to him, not when the pain of the contraction was ripping through your being is all you feel.

Labor feels like a helicopter going through your nostril with it's propellers still spinning. To add to the misery, contractions leading to labor is best described as all the menstrual pain you've had since puberty till now, coming all at once. Yes.

"I learnt today that putting it in isn't as easy as pushing it out..." Jimin blinked rapidly. "Fucking hell Park Jimin!" you grouched, inhaling air through your teeth, biting your lower lip. "No cursing in the labor room please..." the nurse warns. "The baby isn't out yet for us to watch our words..." Jimin dashed.

"I see the head! I see the head, keep pushing... madam," the doctor glanced sharply at Jimin, "Sir, your role is to motivate your wife..."

Motivate your wife... Motivate your wife. The doctor's words repeated in his head.

Dear readers, you must be wondering why Jimin is so dense and appears to be out of character. Easy, Jimin is out of character. You see, his wife and him weren't lovers at all. They're friends. Best friends. And it all began on a rainy night on a rundown one room studio apartment Jimin owned.

He was having a partner in his living room, serving her cold drinks. He wasn't at all invested in their 3 days rendezvous, he just didn't want to spend the night alone. Sipping cold beer on a hot night with a decent girl felt enough for him. Jimin didn't want to fret all night wondering what you're doing. After informing him you had a blind date, you pretty much didn't speak much. You had been acting strange the last few days, not returning his calls or texts, and like common extroverted Libras,  he searched people who would. He has many other friends, he convinced himself. His plan was simple, half-way through the movie, he'll have his way with the girl, take it to the bed and make love til morning comes. He checks his phone, just in case. No new notifications.

0 message(s). 0 missed call(s).

But halfway through the movies, while she's sneaking her hands underneath the elastic bands of his Calvin Klein briefs, he felt wrong. So he told her to leave. He didn't know why, and she looks upset but he couldn't bare a half-hearted fucking, not tonight. It was unusual for him to feel that way. Jimin is alone, resuming the movie and crumpled the aluminium can with his bare hand before tossing it to his trash can.

To soothe the rejection he placed on himself, Jimin draws the curtains, so he could have a little more privacy. On his way doing so, he realized it had just started raining. With violent thunder rolls and flickering lightnings in the night sky, he saw a taxi by the streets he live on just exiting. Thinking nothing of it, he draws the curtain anyways.

Standing in the rain, hair plastered on your face, no umbrellas, drenched blouse. Makeup running down your face, smeared lipstick, cheap eye liner tainting your cheeks, pooling at your chin. Shivering cold. Puffs of air escaping your mouth. Your quivering lips, shaking hands and racing thoughts seems to find an odd calm when you stare at the entrance of Jimin's apartment. When taxi driver asked you where you were going, you blurted this very place. Of all places you could go, your mind took you here. Must have been out of habit, must have been out of your mind, or must have been your unconsciousness taking over. Must have been something in your head, to think that this place was the safest.

It was odd.

When you brought your feet on Jimin's stupidly psychedelic doormat, and raised your knuckle to knock, it was almost effortless. In your most unpolished condition, in your fragile strength and most bare, you brought yourself to Jimin. He swung the door open with a confused expression on his face. You lift your head, eyes spilling tears on each side, quivering lips that stretches to a broken smile with your last bits of strong.

"You went to the blind date, what are you doing here? What happened?" Jimin asked.

You dropped your head at once, gave it a half-shake, shrugging, "Can't you tell?"

Your smile breaks and the tears spills uncontrollably, so you brought the heel of your hand to your head and shook your head again. Witnessing this, Jimin begins to take his arms off his cardigan and wrap them around you before giving you a hug. His hand slid down the back of your head, thumbing your wet hair. His eyes is wide like he  still couldn't process what was happening. But he did what he had to.

He took you into his bathroom, give you a little privacy to undress. Sniffling, nose reddening. Turning so you face his back, he hands you his T-shirt and trade them with your wet clothes without looking at you. Warm towel, you climbed into the tub and turned the showers on. He doesn't have a shower curtain because he's used to living alone. And the door to the bathroom was uninstalled because he sold it to get a coffee machine. He lives alone, he doesn't need that much privacy. Until today, that is. Not wanting to fight with you like always, he took your wet clothes to the laundry room located across the hall. He throws them into the machine one-by-one.

Black panties. Blouse. Jeans. "B-cup, black. Hmm, quite nice," he tilt his head, thumbing the insides of your bra with an impressed face, nodding at the new fact he found out of you.

"Jimin, you have convenient store panties, don't you? I bought one of  your night stands, a pack, I'm sure..." you raised your voice, kneeling by his messy bed, drawing the bottom drawers out. First thing you saw is packs of unused condoms, you used the tip of your fingers to find your way to the said panties. "Yeah, it's in the bottom drawer with many condoms," he leisurely stride back to the space he intended as bedroom.

You slide one of them on and walked out with no pants since the t-shirt Jimin gave you was long enough to cover your thighs. Jimin came in with a hairdryer. He has you seated on the floor, his knees next to your shoulders. "Your shampoo smells nice, what is it?" You asked him, not wanting to start the story to the disastrous date just yet. Jimin is great at playing along when it comes to that. You've been friends long enough to understand the boundaries. And one of that is to not ask more than what is told.

"Sakura flower extract, $14.00 on the website, plus deliveries," Jimin continues to dry your hair, lips pouting at the frail look of your hair. His fingers are entangled with fallen hair but he didn't complaint. Because he knows that you knew. You weren't exactly healthy these past few years. "Jimin," you gently called. And he hums back as a reply.

"Is there something wrong with me?" you picked your toenails, hugging your knees and heard the hair dryer turned off. "I think there's something wrong with me, no, I know there's something wrong with me," you added, convinced that you're either cursed or under qualified. Jimin is a romantic, he is. He is almost always prepared to nurture your broken heart with his sweet words, but with you, it never seems to be enough. That's why you guys are just friends. As the years passed, your irreconcilable  differences, your bickering, your  stubbornness just annoys him. And put two people with praise kinks together, it's a recipe for disaster.

Although Jimin is a fucktard when you first knew him, he proves to be a great listener, attentive and full of affection. And by fucktard you meant, he was too shallow for your stupid deep heart. But you find yourself in his bed, waiting for your jeans to dry. Next to him. Giggling, laughing with your eyes up his ceiling.

"You ever wonder if all of our friends' marriages are in shambles, but they try so hard to keep it a secret...?" Jimin chuckles, resting his head on his wrist, while laying on his back. "I secretly hope it is. I'm sick of saying, Congratulations on your Wedding, attending their weddings with rabid food and lying to their face saying it's delicious when it's not, just to make them feel better," you rested both hands on your stomach, feet dangling on the edge.

"No one asked you to come," Jimin sneered. "Their invitation arrives to my house," you darted. "Then come up with a lame excuse!" "I'm not a shit like you."

"Trust me, you'll live better if you just don't give a fuck," Jimin threw an advice out of nowhere. "If I do that, I won't have friends and be stuck with you," you rolled your eyes up.

And that's when it hits you.

"No new friends," you whispered. "We don't need new friends," Jimin lifts his body from the bed and waddled to the laundry room.

Staying in his room alone felt weird so you followed him. "Yeah, but they're all married and covered with baby puke. New friends sounds good," you caught the jeans he threw you and walked past you, brushing shoulder, his bangs poking his brows at every step.

"Get dressed," he shot. "Oh no I'm not drinking. The last time I went with you, I almost died," you whined, trailing him out to the living room, "I don't have clothes."

Jimin yank open his closet and took the last hoodie, still wrapped in plastic. The one he intend to give you on new years, but you're a country away. So you never knew. Behind him, you were jumping in your jeans. He throws the hoodie over your head. He took his black leather jacket and black baseball cap to pair his white shirt and damaged jeans.

"Stop throwing things at me!" You roared, "Whose are these?!" "Someone left it behind my house," Jimin lied. "It looks basically new," you huffed while poking your head through the neck hole.

You don't know where you're going but Jimin made it clear to have you worrying only about the music in the car and not the destination. First, you stopped at McDonald's drive through to get burgers. Then he killed the engine and had the burgers and soda on the hood of the car. He starts trash talking about his coworkers and mimicking the way one of your mutual friends talked, making you laugh. Then he impersonates a corrupted cop badly who asked him for money because Jimin didn't turn his headlights on.

"It sounds like the way you impersonated Namjoon, to be honest," you shove a handful fries into his mouth to shut him up. "Namjoon is such a cool dude, it annoys the fuck out of me," Jimin spoke through mouthful of unprocessed cholesterol.

Jimin did the chicken dance for you to show one of his encounters at the club. There's literally no one else on the parking lot, but the space is still wet from the rain. The only light is coming from the huge McDonald sign. Next, he brought you to part of town where the park was empty.  Balancing yourself on the bleachers, arms spread wide, you guys were talking about the relevance of Spiderman movie doing a remake. It begins with,

"Spiderman, Tom Holland or Tobey Maguire?" Jimin asked. "How dare you make me choose... I haven't watched any with Tom so, Tobey Maguire," you answered. Jimin clutched his chest and made a bad impersonation of Tobey crying. "Stop, OMG! It wasn't that ugly!" you jumped off the bleacher and pushed him.. Jimin stumbles, hopping on one leg and giggling. "Are you serious? You should watch both. Tom does acrobats," Jimin added. "I'm not a fan of Spiderman..."

Jimin eyed you up and down, "You watched Inside Out at 22, crying in the cinema who are you fucking with." "Don't take my Disney Pixar movies in this Marvel argument you shallow fuck," you shoved both hands into your hoodie front pocket, shaking your head, looking ahead.

"That's a new space," Jimin pointed. "The skateboard place?" you passed, "It's been there forever." "Really? I want to go see," Jimin picks up his pace and begin jogging to it. You had no choice but to go after him.

It's littered. Jimin changed his mind. You pointed at the swing.

Metal rattling, your feet barely touching the ground. The chains creaking, rusting at the ends. Jimin is behind you. "You ready?"

"Yup, push!" you smiled ear to ear. "Here goes," Jimin warned.

For that brief moment in life, you felt content. A childlike memory comes back to life and you have Jimin here. Someone you would have never expected to be here. Looking up at the moon, where the dark clouds have cleared, the stars seems to double in number in this forsaken city, the longer you watched. The speed dies and Jimin sat on the swing next to you. His knees spread, elbows rested on the kneecaps, chewing mints.

"For someone driven by goals, our life are pretty fucked don't you think?" Jimin starts, and you almost dropped to hear something so sentimental coming from the flightiest man you've ever met in your life. "We planned everything so concisely, and in a timely manner. But love doesn't come as planned, and you're stuck living life aimlessly," Jimin blew hot air to the ground. "At least you're fucking people and is good looking," you popped the lollipop out when you talk, and then pop them back in, "I have five dates over the course of five years and never got a call back. The sixth one I went to a few hours ago, said I was too ambitious. I remember his face when he told me that I was going to be single forever with that blunt attitude of mine."

"Then you should have shoved a fork in his ass," Jimin straightens up, holding the chains that hangs the swing before twisting them to face you. "I did, I did so until his eyes reddened and ran out the restaurant and into the taxi. What happens after that is  a blank, Then I was at your apartment. Felt like it was the only safe place I have."

Long pause.

"He was my last chance at love, and he proved me that I was unlovable. Because I was being me. But what else would I have become Jimin? I don't know how to be anyone else but me," your voice cracks but forced out a smile. Always forcing out a smile. Always wanting to appear strong. Always with that fragile strength.

Jimin took you to an outdoor cinema. One of Audrey Hepburn's movie was playing. Both of you took the seat in the back of the car, and lowering the front seats down so you could see better. When Frank Sinatra begins to fall for Audrey Hepburn, and they got into an argument that results in a heated kiss, you felt Jimin's lips on your clothed shoulder. Saliva pools in your mouth and you gulped nervously. Struggling to focus at the lines the spectacular actors are throwing, your mind starts buzzing, as Jimin boldly tugged your hoodie from covering your head, gently. He motions closer and you felt yourself, freeze and holding still. He didn't stop there, with the hoodie no longer covering your neck, Jimin brushes his lips while inhaling your scent. He exhales shakily, like he is letting his lust feeding into it's desire but still staying exceptionally respectful.

You brought your hand to rest on his knee, sliding up his thigh. He nuzzles his face close to your nape, looking up at you with his doe eyes, silently asking permission. Rubbing your cheeks on his, he took them as a yes. With it, he presses his plump lips onto your neck, giving it a gentle suckle before trailing kisses along your jaws. Easily, he lifts your hip so you could straddle his lap, sitting directly on his clothed hard-on.  He nibbles your lower lip, teasingly. Smiling into the kiss, and whispering hotly against your lips, "You can grind on me, it's okay."

Within the next 30 minutes, when the movie shows the credits, a guard came over to hover his flashlight to the heavily fogged window of Jimin's car. "You have to leave, we need to lock the place down," he said. Shirtless, Jimin wind down the window just enough to reply, "Okay, sir." Jimin climbs to the driver's seat and drove back home. "I need new panties, it's soiled," you hummed from the backseat.

"Yeah, you need to get dressed," Jimin puts on his shirt in a hurry and kick his jeans on. "You're a pretty good kisser," you commented. "Pretty--you mean excellent," Jimin sounded offended as he drives hastily through the empty street. "It was pretty good," you corrected him.

"It was a tight space, I could do better than that, you'll see," Jimin scoffed.

Jimin pushes you on his bed the moment he arrives to his apartment. "This time, we're doing it properly," he ran his tongue along his lips.

Fast forward a few years later, after finding no new friends and stuck together, sex as  a bonding time, you finally decide that maybe you had found a fabricated version of a soulmate and it had been Jimin all along. You were too stubborn to admit and he was too afraid to show his softer side. This relationship is not perfect, and he might never fit your ideals, but neither do you, so why not give it a try? And if it wasn't meant to be, then why does the sex felt so good?

Frustrations, deceptions, the voices shouting, the breaking plates. Even though your entire existence could split his brains in half, he couldn't bring himself to leave. It's crazy. When you both are skin to skin, everything wrong you did that day felt like dust. Cold shoulders, brief words. He is just full of life and having many casual friends and you're a homebody who prefers to read a book while he's out for drinks. He comes home late and you're in bed early. The differences strikes ordeal sometimes. Sometimes he's not even open for discussion. He lashes at the first sign of difficulty and storms when the expectation isn't reached. He has quite a temper, but so do you.

Park Jimin is a hot head. But when he's jealous, he doesn't hide.

"Who was that man?" "Not you." "Did you wish  he's here instead of me?" "Sometimes I do. I don't love him, but he's there and you weren't."

"I told you I was coming home..." "I waited for 3 hours. You were just 20 minutes away! Where did you go?"

Jimin pushes his bangs back and walked away to open the fridge and slammed the door. Sending everything inside rattling against itself. He snaps the beer can open in front of you and downed them in a few gulps, crumples the empty can with his bare hand and tossing them into the sink.

"Drinking, like I told you," Jimin arched his eyebrow at you, mocking. "Don't come near the bed, you reek of alcohol," you shouted.

But it isn't always like that. Sometimes Jimin listens. Sometimes he is patient enough and everything feels right. He cooks rice, a simple dinner. Help you sort out your dresses for work the next day. He stays home to continue sewing. He's a fashion designer taking orders from home. He wears a full rimmed glasses and would work days without sleep. Passing him a kiss on his cheek, neck and shoulder from behind as he sat on his tailoring table, you'd leave work with coffee he packed for you. Coming home to an empty house is normal.

Like today, Jimin returns after a short jog, to see the rice still in the same amount as he left it. He reveals the table with its food untouched. He saw the bed empty and began ridding his shirt and left his pants on before he opens the door to the bathroom to see you in the tub, relaxing. "Why aren't you eating the food I made?" he asked, accusatively.

"I will, later. I felt like I need to shower first," you hummed, head resting on the brim of the tub, "I had a horrible day... A fucked day." Jimin rids of his pants next before climbing in the tub with you, passing a kiss on your lips, "I need a shower too...and we can cuddle. I'll make you feel good."

It always starts with a cuddle. And now, you're pregnant. In labor, screaming your head off.

"It's a girl..." the nurse hands Jimin the wrapped baby. Jimin was visibly nervous and you've lost all your strength. "Why is it so warm? Why is she so warm?" Jimin stammered. "Jimin, please. Because she came out from me, idiot," you sighed.

Jimin carries the baby awkwardly, unable to process the situation at hand that he is now, written on the baby's identification card, "Baby's Father : Park Jimin."

"You need to be reliable now, you can't run off. This little one is depending on you," you hummed as your husband sat by your bed, holding your hand between his and he beamed before hiding his face behind your intertwined hands. You saw his shoulders shake, his cheeks wet. You thumbed his tears and smiled warmly.

"I want to learn how to be a good father. I have to," he mutters. "I saw the baby shoes you bought and tried to hide; you're halfway there, already," you felt him rise up to lean over and gave you a forehead kiss. His wedding band, your wedding ring; who would have believed two idiots who hated marriage eventually have kids together. All the friends you both roasted always knew you two were roasting them. Now that you're married yourself, you're in for a life long teasing. That idiot Park Jimin was an idiot. But today, he is still an idiot, but an idiot you love.

"That's definitely my lips..." he pointed, "Nine months inside mom. Looks like dad." "You should be thankful I'm strapped to this bed with this IV drops."

This perfectly wrong marriage, might just be perfect for you. Fin.

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Opening Day

For @pillarspromptsweekly fill 103, which marks maybe the dozenth time I’ve gone “Eh, I don’t have an idea, maybe I’ll skip this one” only for the muses to come clamoring by the end of the day. :P Set in the modern AU I started, before Catching Up and My Lucky Day. 

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“So... where are we going again?”

Tavi rolled her eyes. “Y’know, it’d be real nice for that memory like a fuckin’ steel trap to extend beyond work occasionally.”

Khellin shrugged innocently and braced his feet against the dash.

She sighed. “Put your feet down, you’re gonna break your fuckin’ legs if we crash.” She waited until he obliged to answer the question. “One of Aloth’s friends is openin’ a new cafe with her brother, today’s their grand opening, an’ I said I’d try to swing by.”

“Aloth has friends?” Khellin deadpanned. “Here I thought he preferred books over kith.”

Tavi let go of the steering wheel with one hand to smack him up the back of the head. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re Mr. Fuckin’ Social Butterfly. And yes, he does. Maybe not a lot, but neither do you or I.” She turned into the parking lot and found a space. “He and Adela had some class on the history of magical theory  or some shit like that together, wound up paired for both projects that required partners, and she must’ve made a good impression, ‘cause they’re still friends.”

“Mm,” Khellin grunted as they climbed out of Tavi’s Jeep. He studied the plate glass window while they waited to cross the street, and Tavi watched his lips move as he read it to himself. ‘Café Nua.’ Then, below the large, stylized name, ‘Coffee. Tea. Pastries. Books.’ “Books?” he repeated aloud, arching a brow. 

“Yeah.” She tugged his arm to follow her dash across the street with a break in traffic. “It’s a combo bookstore and café, way I understand.”

“Well, good luck to them, ‘specially here,” Khellin muttered, staring at the flowers wreath design that ringed the café name. “There’s a fuckin’ Leaden Tea franchise ‘round the corner and... six doors down,” he explained before she could ask. “Had about I’d guess a decade to entrench themselves as part of kith’s routine.” He raised a brow as he pulled the door open. “Your boyfriend’s probably frequented it more than once with all those late night study sessions.”

“It’s a coffee shop, not a brothel, Khel, so I dunno what’s with the tone. And it was the only place around here,” Tavi countered. “Now it’s not. And this place is nice,” she added, looking around.

The café was well-lit, plenty of tables scattered around, seating split between rather comfortable-looking wooden chairs and benches built into the walls. A painted border of ivy ran around the walls at roughly shoulder height for Khellin, joined by a spray of purple, pink, and blue wildflowers around the swinging door she figured led to the bookshop.

“You want me to order you somethin’ while you look for your boyfriend?” Khellin asked, craning his neck to see the menu mounted on the wall over the milling crowd. It was a good turnout for the opening of a place this size.

“Like you read my fuckin’ mind,” she grinned. “Hazelnut coffee an’ a bear claw if they have ‘em. Five bucks says I find Aloth in some corner of the bookshop that’s way quieter than in here.” She gestured to the wide collection of chattering kith that surrounded them.

“Not takin’ that bet.” Khellin shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. “‘M not stupid.”

Tavi laughed and headed toward the door. It swung open just as she reached to to admit a blonde-furred orlan, equally blonde hair pulled back in a braid it was starting to escape, and smears of dust on her lilac sundress.

“Oops, sorry! Didn’t hit you did I?” she asked, one hand sweeping back the loose wisps of hair.

“Nope, no worries,” Tavi promised. “I wasn’t close enough for there to be any damage.”

“Oh, good.” The orlan smiled, then cocked her head, a curious glint in her eye.  “You wouldn’t happen to be Tavi, would you?”

“I would actually.” Tavi raised an eyebrow. “What gave me away?”

“The shirt.” She nodded toward the well-worn Sleeves are Bullshit emblazoned across Tavi’s chest.”Aloth may have mentioned it being your favorite once or twice.”

“So, does that make you Adela?” Tavi asked with a chuckle.

“Yes! Oh, sorry, manners.” She stuck out her hand and Tavi shook it. “Adela Tecali, but you can call me Adi. Everyone does, except Aloth. And a few of my professors when I was at the university.” Her fingers fiddled with the ivory elephant pendent that hung around her neck. “Nice as it is to meet you, I came over ‘cause Ben needed help, so I gotta go...”

“Sure, we can talk later,” Tavi nodded, Adi already moving past her toward the pastry counter. “Oh, is Aloth-?”

“Reading? Yep,” Adi called over her shoulder.

Good thing Khel didn’t take that bet, Tavi smirked as she pushed through the door and into the quiet of the bookshop.

Aloth was not hidden away in some back corner like she’d expected, however. He’d claimed a deep, low-backed chair that looked extremely comfortable and had a good view of the front door

“Not gonna make me brave a maze of shelves to find you this time, Corfiser?” she teased, perching on the back of his chair.

He flinched as he looked up from his book, and Tavi smiled watching him refocus on the real world rather than whichever written one he’d been enjoying.  A smile he matched upon catching her eye. “They’re hardly a maze in this place, Tavi. And I thought you’d appreciate my making it easy just this once.”

“I do.” She leaned down to steal a kiss. “Even though I suspect the real reason is keeping an eye on things for Adi?”

Aloth chuckled as he nodded, closing the book and half-turning to more comfortably meet her eye. “Met her, did you?”

“Yeah, she seems nice.” Tavi smirked. “Probably a bit much of a chatterbox for you at times, but if she loves books enough to open up a whole fuckin’ bookstore, I can see why you’ve stayed friends.”

“You’re not wrong,” he admitted, running a finger along the edge of the book’s cover. “She jokes we balance each other out; my quiet and her noise. But she is a good friend, so if I can help out with this, since they’re busier than anticipated, then I shall.”

“Guess it’s a good thing to be busier than expected, huh? ‘Specially at your grand openin’, and extra especially when you’re so close to a blazin’ Leaden Tea location.” She adjusted her position to keep keep from sliding off her perch.  “Why’d they pick here, anyway?”

“It was the only place they could afford that was also the correct set-up and size,” Aloth said. He reached for the half-full mug of tea sitting on the end table by his chair and Tavi smelled blackberries on the wafting steam as he took a sip. “Adela’s hoping they fill a different enough niche for business to stay steady after this initial rush.” 

“I’d definitely rather come to a place like this, ‘specially if the coffee and pastries are good,” Tavi said, leaning back to scan the bookshelves behind her. “The personal touch is always nice.” She pushed to her feet. “And now that I’ve touched base with you, I think I’ll go see if Khel has my coffee yet.”

Aloth raised a brow. “He came, too?”

“You kiddin’?” she snorted. “You know my brother; I mentioned food and he was ready to run here on fuckin’ foot. Even if this wouldn’t normally be his first choice of venue.” She nodded toward the shelves. “Good luck with your guard duties.”

He chuckled. “Thank you.”

Tavi let her fingers brush against his shoulder as she turned to go, and caught the half-smile tugging his lips before he flipped his book open once more.

Khellin was just claiming a table when she found him and he grinned as he sat down. “Perfect timing; I was about to text you soon as I had a hand free.” He gestured toward the sage green cup and small plate. “Somethin’ about you had thirty seconds before I started eatin’ your food b’cause that looks fuckin’ delicious.”

“Well, I appreciate your restraint in givin’ me thirty whole seconds,” Tavi said dryly as she dropped into the chair. “‘Specially considerin’ you have you own.”

“Like that would stop me,” he grunted, breaking off part of his muffin and popping it in his mouth.

Tavi rolled her eyes, waved back to Adi when she grinned at her from behind the counter, and tore off a piece of her bear claw. She was encouraged by Khellin’s soft, happy groan at his muffin, and was not disappointed by her own pastry.  “Oh, my fuckin’ gods, that’s good,” she mumbled around a mouthful of icing, pastry, and almond flakes. “Yeah, Khel, if you’d eaten this, I’d’ve had to fuckin’ kill you.”

He laughed. “If it’s as good as my muffin, it would be worth it.”

They sat in silence for a while, kith-watching while they enjoyed their coffee and food. The café was mostly full, so there was plenty to catch their eye.

Before she knew it, Tavi had reached the dregs of her coffee and only crumbs remained on her plate. She swirled the small amount of coffee and looked at the menu board. “I’m gonna get another,” she said, the chair legs scraping across the floor as she stood. “Since Ravi has me workin’ late shift tonight. You want a round two?”

“Y’know, most kith would maybe hesitate referrin’ to their boss by a nickname they knew he hated,” Khellin remarked, brow arched as he handed her his plate and empty cup. “And if you’re buyin’, yes, I will.”

“I don’t do it around him, I’m not stupid,” Tavi snorted. “You want another straight black or...?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Comin’ right up,” she joked, and headed for the counter.

There was an actual lull in customers, but Adi was on the phone, and the other orlan Tavi assumed was her brother had ducked into the back for something, so she still had to wait. Adi flashed an apologetic smile and held up one finger, to which Tavi nodded understanding and idly scanned the pastry case while she waited.

She couldn’t help but overhear Adi’s side of the conversation, however.  “What? Are you alright?....” a heavy sigh, “How long’s that gonna take?... Well, I’m glad you’re okay, an’ I guess just get here when you can.” Adi hung up and pushed her glasses up onto her forehead so she could rub her eyes before flashing Tavi a smile. “Whadidja need?”

“Another hazelnut, and another black coffee. To-go this time,” Tavi replied, nudging the mugs across the counter. She nodded toward the phone. “Trouble?”

“Of the car variety, yes,” Adi nodded as she moved to wash her hands and get the requested coffee. “For the employee whose shift is s‘pposed to start in five minutes. I need to get back over to the bookshop, but I can’t leave Ben alone with this many kith. Here ya go.”

Tavi took the coffees and handed over the money, lips pursed in thought.  “Y’know... I’ve got a good chunk of the day left  before I gotta be at work. I dunno shit about coffee and pastries, but the register over in your bookshop”--she nodded to the swinging door--”looks like the same one we use at the bar. If you want--an’ trust me enough--I could handle that part for ya ‘til your back-up gets here.”

Adi’s whole face seemed to light up with relief. “Would you? That would be fantastic. An’ Aloth’s a good judge of character; if he trusts you enough to date you, I think I can trust you to run my bookshop for an hour or two,” she winked. “Keya should be here by then.”

“Alright.” Tavi winked back. “Oh, and you can just pay me in pastries, ‘cause those things are damn good.”

Adi giggled. “I’ll pass your compliments along to Ben. And thank you, seriously. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Hey,” Tavi shrugged. “Any friend of Aloth’s is a friend of mine. Lemme give my brother his coffee and I’ll head right over.” She strode to the table, handed Khellin the sturdy paper cup and the keys to her Jeep. “I’m lendin’ a hand for a couple hours, so you can head back to my place to get your car if y’ want.”

Khellin took both coffee and keys. “You trust me with your baby? And how will you get back?”

“That’s right, don’t make me fuckin’ regret it, an’ I’ll just catch a ride with Aloth.”

He smirked. “Does Aloth have a key to your place, or do I need to leave the door unlocked if I don’t hang around ‘til you get back?”

Shit. She glared in response to his triumphant grin. She hadn’t wanted to admit anything yet. “...Aloth has a key.”

“Kana owes me ten bucks,” Khellin gloated as he pushed to his feet. 

“Dick,” Tavi growled, still glaring. “What have I told you about bettin’ on my love life?”

“What love life?” Khellin said with a chuckle, darting for the door before she could retort.

Tavi rolled her eyes--Brothers--and headed for the bookshop. He was lucky she couldn’t go after him right now.

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In the end, it only took just over an hour before Adi showed up in the bookshop with a bag of pastries and the news Keya had made it, so Tavi could go. “Thank you so much, really, it was a huge help.”

“No problem,” Tavi laughed, nodding toward where Aloth still sat in the chair (though significantly further through his book). “I had good company.”

He rolled his eyes and Adi giggled.

“You’re welcome to hang around longer if you want, obviously,” she said, twirling a loose wisp of hair, “but I hereby release you from cash register duty.”

“Normally I’d love to, but I do have work tonight, I so I think I’ll steal your book guardian to give me a ride home...”

Aloth nodded at the hint and closed his book. “Of course.” He handed Adi the book as he stood. “Thank you for the recommendation, Adela. It was precisely what I was looking for-”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Adi grinned. “I thought of you when I got it in.”

He smiled. “If Tavi can spare me five minutes, I do want to buy it.”

“Sure,” Tavi shrugged.

“Great!” Adi beamed.

It did indeed only take five minutes, and then they were on their way.

Aloth was quiet for the first minute or so, before, “Thank you for helping.”

“It was for strictly mercenary reasons,” Tavi joked, rattling the pastry bag.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he retorted, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Okay, you caught me,” she said with a shrug. “Adi’s nice, and b’sides, she’s your friend.  I know you don’t let a lot of kith that close, so I figure the ones you do are good for me to be friends with, too.”

Aloth’s smile widened. “Whatever your reasoning, I’m sure Adela appreciated it even more than she let on.” He reached for her hand and laced his fingers between hers as he repeated, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Tavi said, squeezing his hand. “It’s a nice little place. Would make a great date spot,” she hinted.

Aloth chuckled and squeezed her hand back. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She was pretty sure he’d already had it in mind, but the promise still made her smile. A little place like that would be a welcome change from the typical crowds and subsequent noise at Leaden Tea, so for that reason alone--not to mention the delicious pastries--she wished Adi and Ben success that extended far beyond their opening day.

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Adi’s dress is something like this one, just more casual and sundress-y. 

Tavi is absolutely wearing this shirt. 

She and Aloth have only been dating 2-3 months at this point, and with how badly her last relationship(Everin) ended, she’s playing details a lot closer to her chest this time around.

Khellin, being a nosy and protective little brother, has been digging for said details at every angle he can conceive the whole 2-3 months, so her basically handing him an opening on a golden platter was a big victory.

I sorta made the Leaden Tea into the Starbucks of this AU? Whoops?

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ANTONY: liam d’antona written by jason. 

in a sea of applications, there’s something special about one that really sucks you in the way yours did, i really got whisked away. starting with the end and beginning a mystery that would have me hooked for the entirety of your app. lush with detail, i would sometimes forget about the sheer mystery of liam’s acceptance at ashcroft until you drew me back to it. in the midst of laying the seeds of his secret, you painted a picture of a character colorful, interesting and romantic, rife with nods to classic literature and film. even the side characters of the story, his grandparents and father, felt real and alive. i literally wrote myself this note halfway through – “i’m completely on the edge of my seat about why he doesn’t want to get in? it’s killing me.” and then by the end, “I’M SCREAMING.” a natural progression, of course. i loved the juxtaposition of both sides of the page in his letters – his drunk letter vs. his sober letter, and his voice was so endearing and real that by the end of your application, i felt like i knew liam but i also knew TOO much because it was so vulnerable. this application was like diving into a great book and i can’t wait to read more of your writing. 

BRUTUS: christopher ‘kit’ stanley written by hayley. 

i was immediately struck by the juxtaposition you presented – the romanticism of kit’s name, home, and family, contrasted with their line of work and attitude. honestly, your sentence structure in that first paragraph really hit me hard and it set a great precedent for the rest of kit’s story. my jaw literally dropped when i read PENSHURST PLACE but i’m so glad you really went there with this character, going all the way to the top with the opulence and hitting home when it comes to what both ashcroft and the imperium society is all about. if you were worried about writing a controversial character, then stop, because kit exemplifies that in a way that is both relatable and painful. the way you wrote his introduction to lysander PAINED me because when i reached that point in the story, it was so satisfying to see such a lonely boy find such a heartwarming friendship, and it quickly becomes obvious how loyal lysander is to kit, how much he cares for him. the cherry on top is kit’s resentment toward octavia and how his relationship splintered with lysander as a result – leading to our ultimate climax. then when you casually dropped that big fucking secret in so casually at the end...the comment i wrote for myself? “GASP.” because damn, what else can i say? you’re on fire. i can’t wait to see how that unfolds. it’s a bad time to make enemies.

CLEOPATRA: iskra gill written by lara. 

this was not the cleopatra i expected at all – in a good way. iskra would like to be unexpected anyway, i think, she’s that kind of girl. her relationship with her family intrigues me most because it is not one of loyalty, and the way she watches her brother crash and burn ( no pun intended ) after being overlooked for her whole life is a moment that i found myself cheering for as the reader ? iskra is a character that worked herself up from the top to the bottom and then back up to the top again, and has lived several lifetimes for someone so young. her secret at first did not strike me as unique – several apps across the board expressed a secret, harbored love for the elusive octavia, but yours was the one i chose because of that realness, that raw understanding that comes with an unrequited love, and how that transitioned into her affair with titus. i also adored your ‘list’ of secrets, which really served to humanize her in so many ways, and the bachelor in paradise detail ? i was laughing through tears. her last fucking text, and all of the final text messages you wrote. words cannot express. if i wasn’t sold already, your fucking LETTER DRAFTS, all of them, heartbreaking and lovely, i felt like i gained a real and full understanding for iskra’s relationship with octavia and how utterly isolated she must feel now. i can’t wait to see every single one of these elements in play on the dash !

CORDELIA: norah bardot written by nica. 

interestingly enough, norah is a character that not only exemplifies the skeleton, but also shakespeare’s interpretation of cordelia: this soft innocence, good-hearted nature that comes with cordelia, but also a realness. compared to every other character, norah is different because her story is not rife with hatred, anger, or the tragedy of a broken home. norah’s is full of love and compassion – and all the ways that isn’t enough. the tiny details, like the soup kitchen and the way you described her mother’s comments, really made me feel the difference in relationship cordelia has with each parent. this line really sticks with me – “you wouldn’t know rebellion, you couldn’t afford to. naive innocence brushed across your forehead, branding you different.” i can’t think of better words and i won’t try. i am scared to accept a character like norah, of course, her gentle kindness and trusting nature are things that are about to get her eaten alive, but isn’t that the fun of it? you also captured her sheer genius as well, which the juxtaposition of that genius and also that naivety is *chefs kiss* – you get her and your interpretation was so well articulated. i am so fucking excited to write with you and read more of what you come up with.  

HAMLET: thalia lukas written by brooke. 

i can feel thalia’s rage and perhaps that runs in the family; rage for her father for how he treated them; rage for her mother for how she left; rage for society for what they did to her brother. thalia doesn’t come across any of her good qualities on her own, they come from lysander, which i found interesting, and i loved how you characterized her as this hopelessly ambitious person to the point of greed and dishonesty. i think you’ve created this sort of desperation in her that’s as strong and dangerous as any sort of violence and that’s what intrigued me at the start: where is this going? what disaster is thalia going to incur next? i also am so deeply drawn to and excited by thalia’s DISLIKE of octavia because ‘if octavia was a beautiful, blossomed rose, thalia was a thorny shrub.’ – all of her actions leading up to the disaster seem to justify all of thalia’s reactions afterward as well, and what we’re left with is a strong, passionate, disorderly mess that so exemplifies thalia, and every way you describe seems to just scream the outsider-ness that i was looking for and i love that she just doesn’t give a FUCK about octavia’s piece of mind – she’s looking for her own. i literally can’t wait to watch her clash with the rest of the muses we have on board here.

LADY MACBETH: valentine vega written by kiwi. 

i won’t get into how hard of a decision this was, you already know. what i will get into is how hard it was to read this application, it was dark and gritty and just the right amount of unsettling. and upsetting. certain aspects of it were so hard to read that i did have to take a break ( i think you can guess exactly where ), but when it comes down to it, valentine fits into this plot seamlessly, and while you can’t blame her for her past, you can blame her for the present; and it really made me think about the fact that her crime was not just what she did to octavia, but what she did to lysander ( which is actually worse than what she did to octavia in val’s story, in my opinion. ) i love an app that can give me a new perspective on my own fucking plot. i remember getting to the second half of your application and a LIGHTBULB dawning over my head when i realized the connection between the first half of her story and the second half, and i would have to agree with you that octavia certainly did not know the entirety of the situation at hand. but using one murder to cover up another...the skeletons are stacking up, and i love how you took the initiative to explain the blackmail in a way that also involves val – it’s nearly impossible not to sympathize with her when you look at it solely from her side. i love how perfectly composed she seems now and the juxtaposition between both contrasting letters you wrote, the one that seems proper and poised and the other that seems completely unhinged, which i sense is the direction you’re going. i am excited to watch such a poised character fall from grace, but i will feel for her at the same time – which is precisely why this works. 

MACBETH: dante campana written by pepper. 

i was hooked from this line: at first, he did. your characterization for macbeth was just so unexpected because to begin with, dante is such a bright person with such a big heart! he is the warm one in a family of cold hearts! i wrote this comment halfway through reading, at the part where he unintentionally starts a nonprofit: “i'm halfway through wondering how tf dante killed anybody? doesn’t make sense.” and yet, you made it make sense. through his relationship with his sister – and the jaw-dropping, horrific event that culminated in her loss, we learn so much about dante and see a changed person. i’ve been thinking a lot about the line where he learns from his family, “if you wanted love, you had to earn it,” and i think that already sets up a lot for his motivations later in his life story, when he commits such an atrocious act. and i think that’s the pull of dante; he doesn’t seem like a killer. not to me, not to anyone. all the police would have to do is GOOGLE him in order to write him off as being completely incapable. he’s a hero, and yet...the progression into villain is tragic, shocking, and morally ambiguous, just the way we like it. there are so many things about him that make him ‘good,’ but yet can we really call him that? i don’t think so, no, and i love this play on the grey areas, and the ways we don’t see the killer under our own noses because of the way they are perceived. thank you so much for crafting such an intriguing, interesting backstory, and i can’t wait to see how dante reacts under all of this new pressure. i trust you will write it beautifully.

OPHELIA: theresa rigby written by nora. 

my first comment: “u knew exactly what you were doing with this beautifully crafted symbolism, huh?” BUT I LOVED IT, the water baby symbolism was just the homage to ophelia i didn’t know i needed. i got strong sharp objects vibes throughout your application, and it’s hard not to associate theresa with death, but she owns it so completely and i can’t stop thinking about the image of her scribbling frantically in the pages of a diary. there’s something slightly unhinged about everything she does, but it’s hard to blame her – you can see every reason behind her actions in the layers of her upbringing. not to mention that you have such a gift for writing metaphors and comparisons that really bring the concepts you have in mind to life ! the cheesegrater one literally made me gasp, i could relate so deeply, and your entire app is filled with small nuggets of purely good writing just like that. such a treat to read. i also had to laugh at lady macbeth being her favorite shakespeare heroine, the way that’s what resonates with theresa and why, and the way that theresa lives her life is so HUMAN to me, and she completely endeared herself when she clumsily tried to quote Ginsberg bidding her friends goodbye. she’s ethereal, dreamlike, but theresa is also real, and that’s what i loved about your application so much. i was so excited by this application and i am even more excited to see more of theresa, because i know she’ll make me laugh, cry, and everything in between. 

OTHELLO: christian bösch written by em. 

it was the long haul to get an application for this skeleton but so, so worth it. i’m obsessed with your take, from how his history with his sister seamlessly transitions into his relationship with lady macbeth, how you’ve entwined christian so deeply in the octavia/lysander drama on his own, adding layers to his motivation for caving to lady macbeth’s whims. christian himself has many layers, and i wrote on your app, “i have no decision to make here. why do i keep reading this app again and again?” because it was just so fucking good, one of those things you read where you forget about everything else cause you’re lost in it for a moment. also, insanely impressed at the ways you dove into connection ideas with every skeleton, drawing similarities and differences between them and it meant a lot to me how much you clearly went through all the details. also, i loved the little bits of dialogue sprinkled throughout the background, i felt like i got a great sense of christian’s voice long before i reached the letter, and by the end you really empathize with his struggle. you can understand WHY it was so easy for lady macbeth to manipulate him in so many ways, and i didn’t even start talking about max ––– there’s just so much good shit to unpack here, i love it, and i can’t wait to continue peeling back the layers. as you can expect, christian will be faced with some major choices soon. only development will see where that takes him. i’m excited.

ROMEO: william “wolfie” preston written by samantha. 

oh, wowie wow. a very hard choice, but you hit it so far out of the park it’s in another galaxy. reading wolfie’s story was like reading a beautiful tragedy, starting with his parents first words when he was born and on to every expectation they placed on him afterward. i feel like romeo was one of those skeletons that had the most laid out for it due to octavia, but you took every little detail, embellished, AND ran with it, which i loved. my favorite part of your app was actually where you wrote about wolfie seeing octavia’s ghost and the first things he said to her – you described their relationship already, but that dialogue back and forth really hit home for me and made me completely understand the weight of their relationship. and why wolfie is just so devastated by what happened that it’s completely changed him as a person. loss can really do that to you, huh? i also really appreciated the way you also incorporated oberon into the story, something i didn’t really see! the way he craves validation from the head of school/the society the same way he craves it from his parents was really hard-hitting and i loved being able to get some insight into that dynamic as well. your app was infused with so many little details and i felt like you also really brought octavia to life, with her names for statues and all. i also died a little at the scene you described at his football game, my heart SUNK for wolfie, because it’s hard to watch him try so hard again. and again. and again. the letter itself was beautiful as well and i appreciated your scene setting, which not only put his words into perspective, but did more to make wolfie seem more real. sure, he’s a golden boy, but he’s also a person, and i’m excited to watch how the events of this plot show all the cracks in his foundation. he’s changed and he’s changing and i’m excited for more.

TITUS: august reyn written by moosh. 

i could not accept a titus that didn’t break my heart. and august broke my heart more times than i can count now, pretty much with every single fucking bullet point. i love the little contradictions; how he hates rich kids but he is one, doesn’t yell during fights but does during debates...i think the thing about august is he is cocky, charming, and at times aggressive, but he also has this sort of interesting moral code that motivates how he treats people and acts on the field; how he SCREAMS at the ref but is patient with his teammates? iconic. i feel like i got more upset over his grandmother’s passing than i did about octavia’s, which says a lot, but don’t think it passed me by how the two people who have really cared for august are no longer around. the moment in his life where he really fights back at his bully and learns the power of WEALTH was so impactful to me, and i think it characterizes many of his actions, prior and post. also the batman comparison was on point, of course. the way his relationship with his dad develops is heartbreaking, but even more heartbreaking is the fact that he loses a support system when things are at their worst. essentially, my heart snaps for august again and again, and reading about his development post-death was raw and hard, like i was reading something i shouldn’t be. i just want august to get a fucking win but i already know i’m going to put him through the ringer, sos sorry in advance. also huge props for roping him into the scandal surrounding octavia’s death in that way, i can’t wait to incorporate that into the plot overall. 

[allthings-fantasy]

See You Again - Part Eight

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2521

Warning: nothing really, lil bit of angst, lil bit of fluff (if you squint)

Author Notes: I am literally writing so many things write now my brain is going bonkers but I’m so happy to be writing again. Along with writing I posted last night how I am close to 700 followers and want to give back to you guys! I’ll link the post about that right below!

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The hustle and bustle of work seemed to buzz by you. No matter what you did you just weren’t able to focus on today. At two, Dean had texted you and asked if you were still good to meet him later. After that your mind was permanently somewhere else and the last hour of your shift dragged.

At exactly 3:00, your phone rang as you were pulling your duffel bag from your locker. Looking at the screen, your eyes rolled. “Yes, Jason?”

He chuckled from the other end. “I’m just giving you another chance to back out of this. You don’t have to feel obligated to go.” There was a twinge of hope in his voice, as if you were actually going to back out.

“Nice try, but I’m going through with this. Who knows, maybe this will be the closure we never got.” You shrugged even though he couldn’t see and moved to clock out. “I promise I will text you when I get there and call when I leave. Now I have to go if I’m going to make it on time.”

You quickly pushed Jason off the phone and shoved it into you pocket, walking out to the hospital’s parking lot. The drive to Mickey’s was just over fifteen minutes. You planned to use the extra time to fix yourself up a little bit, but a quick glance around the parking lot you noticed the Impala was already here. Pulling down the visor, you quickly ran your fingers through the messy parts of your locks and ran a finger under your eyes to collect any stray mascara.

“Well, here goes nothing,” you grumbled. Sending Jason a quick text message, you tossed your phone in your bag and headed for the front entrance. The bell rung above your head and your eyes scanned the small diner until you saw him. Dean was sitting in the back booth, large hands cupped around a mug that probably contained coffee.

He must’ve felt your eyes on him. Dean shifted in his seat and lifted his head, eyes connecting fully with yours. The emerald green twisted a knot somewhere deep in your stomach but you quickly brushed away the feeling. Chewing on your bottom lip, you gripped your purse strap tighter and made a beeline straight to the seat across from him.

You were ten minutes early and Dean’s mug was almost empty. Your brows furrowed. “How long have you been here?”

Dean chuckled and ran the tip of his index finger across the rim. “Honestly, I’ve been here for about forty minutes. Just kept pacing the motel room, so I thought I’d watch the clock here instead.” One of his shoulders lifted and you found a smile twitching at your lips.

“Motel? Wouldn’t happen to be the Blue Skies one, would it?” Your cheeks turned a shade darker as a few vivid memories flashed in your brain. It didn’t matter how old you were, you didn’t think you’d ever forget that weekend.

“Couldn’t come into town without visiting the old place.”

You opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by the sound of a waitress smacking her gum. “What can I get for ya?” Her voice was directed at you but she was only occasionally glancing in your direction.

The sound of you clearing your throat seemed to snap her out of her Dean-like trance. “Can I get a chocolate milkshake? With extra whipped cream… and a bacon cheeseburger, extra bacon. Oh! And a side of fries, thank you.” While the waitress, Krissy, seemed to pale at the amount of calories you just ordered, Dean looked at you like you hung the stars. Too bad your gaze was elsewhere and you missed it.

“I’ll have the same thing, but extra onions on mine too.” Dean gave her a small smile but kept his attention on you. You snickered at his order as Krissy walked off. “What?”

You leaned your elbows on the table, shrugging. “Always with the extra onions, not sure I have enough gum to combat the breath I’m about to endure.”

Dean snorted and pulled a pack of icy mint gum from his pocket. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Gotcha covered.” He sent you a wink and tucked it back into his pants.

A strained silence fell over the two of you, both awkwardly fiddling with your fingers. “So um, you find anything solid on the case?” That was a good common ground to start on.

His brows furrowed at your question, taking a moment to consider his answer. “Not as much as we’d hope. The biter’s good, covers their tracks more than usual. Been tracking the attacks over the past couple counties. This is the first time the victim was left alive. Just trying to figure out where they’re camped.”

You nodded, genuinely interested in what he had to say. You always did like hearing him talk about hunting. It was fascinating to you, all of these creatures you only dreamed of were out there somewhere. “It’s funny… even after you uh, left, I still always kept an eye out for things here and there. Yanno, your kind of things.”

The mention of him leaving seemed to strike a nerve inside of Dean, his shoulders squared and spine straightened. “Yeah about tha-”

Dean was interrupted by Krissy setting the edge of her tray on the table and began passing out the various orders. You practically drooled at the milkshake in front of you. Quickly grabbing a fry, you scooped up some milkshake and popped the salty sugary treat into your mouth. Dean’s nose crinkled but he chuckled anyways. He never did understand why you did that. “So what were you saying?”

“Oh I just had a question.” Dean wiped the excess ketchup from the corner of his mouth and set the burger down. You arched your eyebrow waiting for him to continue. He looked so uncomfortable you almost told him to forget about it. “Sam and I have been here for a couple days now. And uh, I stopped at the store one of the days and you were there. I wanted to say something but you were with your boyfriend or husb-”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” You held up a hand, eyes wide with amusement and a loud laugh escaped your lips. Dean seemed confused by your laughter but you just couldn’t help it. The idea of you and Jason being married and having a kid was funny to you.

After you controlled your outburst, you wiped a stray tear from the corner of your eyes and let out a huff. “Okay um, do you remember Jason? From high school, my best friend?” Dean nodded and shoved three fries in his mouth. “That was him, not my boyfriend and definitely not my husband. “You giggled a little again. “Just my best friend.”

Dean’s shoulders seemed to relax a little after that. “And the little girl?”

“Addison is Jason’s daughter, while I’m not biologically her mother, I am the closest thing she has to one.” The oldest brother slouched back in his seat, the look of relief washing over his features. “What about you, Winchester? Any special woman manage to hold you down?”

You wanted to smack yourself for asking that, you didn’t even know which answer you preferred to hear. All you did know, was that your heart was pounding faster than it was two minutes ago. The corner of Dean’s lips turned up into a smirk. “Nah, no one was ever as special as you.”

His words were sweet, eyes kind and caring. It was exactly what got you attached to him in the first place. It was also what got your heart broken. You couldn’t allow yourself to feel that way again, not when he was only here for business, then off to the next case. Your smile faltered and head shook. “You don’t get to say things like that anymore, Dean.”

A flash of hurt crossed over his eyes but he quickly regained his composure. Running a hand across his jaw, he kept his eyes locked on you so intently it made you squirm. “Why can’t I?”

You scoffed around the chewed up burger and rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I completely forgot that it wasn’t you who I fell in love with and then got my heart ripped from my chest that was the other Dean Winchester.” You finished with a sarcastic smile and took another bite, keeping your eyes cast downwards.

“Listen Y/N, what happened all those years ago wa-”

“Stop! I didn’t come here looking for excuses. I accepted what happened for what it was. I don’t need… anything from you.” You huffed, no longer feeling hungry. Your nose turned up and pushed your plate to the middle of the table. Jason was right, you should’ve just come home.

Dean shifted awkwardly in his seat, his knuckles turned white from clenching. The vein in his neck tensed as his jaw ticked. None of it was out of anger, simply panic. “Please, let me explain sweetheart.”

If your eyes rolled any harder they would’ve fallen from your head. Grabbing your purse, you rummaged until you found a twenty dollar bill and tossed it on the table. You had to get out of there, you could feel your throat contracting and a tear sting your eye. “I can’t, Dean.”

Dean’s POV

Lunch with Y/N was not going to plan. At all. All I had wanted to do was explain what happened all those years ago and get back in her good graces. But of course my big mouth wasn’t connected to my brain and I had to ruin it. Now I sat at the table with a slack jaw and watched as she dashed for the front door with tears in her eyes.

When my brain fully comprehended what I just witnessed my feet moved faster than I thought possible. I was thankful for her shaky hands when I found her fumbling to find her keys. “Y/N!” I yelled her name but he kept her head down, shaking it slightly.

A growl left my chest as I gently gripped her upper arm and turned her around. “Swe-” I sighed, quickly correcting myself. “Y/N, you gotta stop running for me. I’m not that young anymore I don’t know if I can keep up much longer.”

Her bottom lip quivered and I had to stop myself from tracing it with my thumb. She let out a sniffle and blinked hard. “I never asked you to chase me.”

The smile on my face was inevitable. Even with a runny nose and glassy eyes she was single handedly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “Can’t exactly leave you hanging now, can I?” One of my eyebrows rose in a teasing manner.

Y/N’s brow creased and bit at her bottom lip, continuing to shake her head. “You did it before.”

My eyes softened and I tried to convey every ounce of regret into my expression. “And I promise you that it was the biggest regret of my life.” Her walls seemed to crack but only barely. My hands slid down her arm to her wrist, carefully caressing it. I felt a hint of raised skin and my eyes immediately dropped. Nestled underneath the strap of her watch was a set of initials I knew all too well. I still had mine but I had no expectation of her keeping hers. “You still have it?”

Slowly, Y/N nodded and drew in a ragged breath. When my hand began to travel back up her arm, every muscle I passed over seemed to tense. But I didn’t stop. Her breathing changed when I reached the top of her shoulder and carefully moved to cup the side of her neck. I kept my eyes locked onto hers, watching for any sign of her wanting me to stop.

When I didn’t, my thumb pressed against the underside of her chin to tilt her head back slightly. Y/N molded against my touch, let me move her how I wanted it. The look on her face was intoxicating. Her eyes were hazy and hooded, lips parted slightly, cheeks tinted pink. I swallowed hard and cautiously dipped my head closer to hers.

I would be lying if I said my hands weren’t shaking. I couldn’t even hear my own breathing over the sound of blood rushing in my ears. My nose brushed against hers and I swore I heard the tiniest of whimpers come from her mouth.

There was no more than a breath between the two of us. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years. Finally having Y/N back in my arms, being able to taste the sweet taste of her mouth that I could barely remember anymore. One of her hands lifted to rest against the center of my chest. Damn her little hand was warm.

“Dean…” I felt her say my name more than I heard it. But if that little whisper didn’t make me weak in the knees I don’t know what would.

My fingers flex around her neck slightly, tracing the line of her jaw with the pad of my thumb. “What, sweetheart?” I felt her shiver at the pet name and it was hard not to smile at that. After all this time, I finally had her back where she belonged.

“I should go home.”

The words lingered in the air for a moment before I fully realized what she had said. It felt as if she dropped a bucket of ice down my back. Goosebumps rose on my skin and they weren’t the good kind. Looking in her in the eyes I realized she was serious and I took a step back, dropping my hand from her body.

Neither of us said anything for a moment, I couldn’t think of anything to say, I just kept on looking at her. Y/N shifted her weight between her feet and turned her attention back to her purse and pulled her car keys free. Turning to her door, she quickly unlocked it and moved to sit down. Before she could shut the door, my hand shot out and grabbed the edge of the door. “Wait!” Her fingers froze on the ignition and slowly turned her eyes in my direction. “Am I gonna see you again?” Her mouth opened and closed a few times. “Y/N, please.”

All she gave was one nod of her head. I wasn’t sure if I should believe it or not but what else was I supposed to do? Hold her here and demand she stay with me? Listen to me? Take me back? I gave her the best smile I was able to muster and let her close the door.

I stood in the parking lot for a few moments, watching as Y/N backed up and turned towards the road. There was nothing left for me to do but pray like hell I didn’t fuck everything up for the second time.

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[fanfic-inator795]

RotTMNT Oneshot: Family Karaoke Night

(Also on AO3 if you want to leave a kudos/comment there)

Plot: No matter what their singing abilities, anyone can get into karaoke - even an old rat.

((Finally finished this after having it in my drafts for like a month. Basically, I love family fluff, I love silly fun, and I love imagining characters singing. Put them all together, and you get this. Enjoy! ^v^))

While most kids her age probably had to be pushed and dragged into getting their homework done early, April had no problems with it. Of course, that MAY have had something to do with wanting to hang out with her brothers for a couple hours before having to go to bed and prepare for another exhausting school day, but hey, motivation was motivation.

Though, naturally, this motivation waned a little on the weekends, where it was far too easy to just push everything off until Sunday afternoon. It was a bad habit, April could admit that, but she had gotten a bit better at doing at least a little work each day before rushing off the sewers. And, on nights like tonight, she didn’t want to risk anything weighing on her mind and possibly ruining her night.

So, she worked through her assignments as soon as she got home, and munched on reheated leftovers as she wrote out the outline for her essay that was due the next week. Once she was satisfied with the progress she had made, April shut down her computer, grabbed her already packed bag and heading out the door, making sure to give Mayhem a quick pet goodbye before leaving. It was a bit later than she had hoped, though that hardly mattered when you were staying up all night.

“Heyyyy, I’m here!” April yelled once she reached the entrance of the lair. Almost immediately, she heard footsteps race towards her, and with a grin, she ran towards the brothers with open arms.

“See, boys? I told you she’d show up soon!” Raph said as soon as their group hug ended.

“Of course! I just had some homework I had to finish up, but there was no way that I was going to miss-”

“Karaoke niiiight~” Leo sang, holding a pretend microphone to his mouth. His brothers joined in, harmonizing. “Karaoke niiiiight!” “Karaoke ni-i-iiiiiight~!”

April snickered, shaking her head. Such dorks, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. After a moment though, she noticed the missing member of their quartet. “Hey, where’s Donnie?”

“Oh, you know how he is,” Raph answered, “He’s still downloading songs. I guess there was this album that was just released that he really wanted to sing?”

“Ah,” April nodded. That definitely sounded like Donnie. “Heh, you’d think he’d be happy with the songs we have. He texted me yesterday, tellin’ me all about how it was apparently ‘the most advanced karaoke machine of all time’. Wouldn't be surprised if that thing had a thousand and one songs on that thing by now.”

“Thaaat sounds about right, but apparently it’s still not enough,” Leo shrugged. Not that he could really complain, more songs could only be a good thing, just as long as they weren’t a bunch of cheesy love songs that he and his family sang at literal nauseum while they were high off a case of Rat Flu. No matter how fun the idea of an all-night karaoke night might have been, Leo wasn’t and would never be in the mood to hear a another three hour rendition of “My Heart Will Go On”.

“Come on, let’s go grab the snacks and then we can ask him about it!” Mikey told them, already grabbing April’s arm and eagerly dragging her towards the kitchen, “Oh! And April, did you bring-?”

“Of course!” April grinned, holding up her bag full of goodies. Beads and tacky sunglasses, huge hats and feather boas, and at least half a dozen old halloween costumes. It would seem that one person’s trash was another person’s stage outfit. Mikey grinned back at her, giving her a quick hug.

“This is gonna be AWESOME!” “Heh, isn’t it always with you guys around?” “Could say the same thing about you, sis~”

It took a bit of maneuvering to grab all of the snacks and treats Mikey had made in one go, but thankfully the box turtle’s near perfect balance and April’s experience in waiting tables helped them enough to carry all of it into the next room without spilling a single crumb - though they’d have to come back for the drinks. Naturally there were pizza puffs, as well as chicken wings, tortilla chips, popcorn shrimp, and even cupcakes (and in three different flavors, no less). Even with supper still settling in her stomach, she couldn’t deny that it all looked delicious!

“Gee Mike, you think we have enough to get us through the night?” April asked, smirking a bit despite the weight on her arms.

“I sure hope so.” Mikey placed the final bowl on his head, making sure not to tilt it. “But, if we get really desperate, I think we’ve got some ice cream in the back of the freezer.”

“Uh huh, and how old is it?”

Mikey thought for several moments before he finally answered, flashing a sheepish grin as he did so. “Uhhh, probably best not to ask.”

The tv room had been completely transformed. Leftover streamers from past birthday and holiday parties had been strung around haphazardly while a small ball with rainbow lights spun in the corner, giving the whole room a sort of disco effect. The lights were low and the projector was already on, and near the screen were two speakers that had been dragged out specifically for this night. From the karaoke machine, Donnie (whose classic goggles had been replaced with a pair of purple shutter shades) gave April and his youngest brother a brief wave, barely looking up from his tablet.

Beanbags, blankets and pillows had also been dug out, creating a classic sleepover mood. Near Splinter’s chair was their usual eating table, where they quickly dropped off their load. Almost immediately, Raph and Leo dug in, putting their “Best Power Rock Anthem of All Time” argument on hold for the time being.

“So, we about ready to start this night, already?” April asked, “Cause I’ve had a loooong day, and I’m ready to get singin’!”

“Just a few more minutes!” Donnie told her, “Just have to finish downloading these last few songs, plus install the love song blocker-”

“Tha’k yuu!” Leo said through a mouth-full of pizza puffs. His twin simply gave him a thumbs up.

“If April’s callin’ the first song of the night, then Raph’s callin’ the second one! After all-” He smirked, his voice deepening. “Someone’s gotta bring a bit of soul to this shindig. Awww, yeahhh~”

April snorted, covering her mouth before her giggles could escape. How Raphael managed to get into soul music of all things, she would never know. But hey, whatever made him happy. “Heh, second song’s all yours, Raph.”

“Sweet. Thanks, girl.”

“Ooh! And we’ve just GOTTA do duets!” Mikey chimed in, quickly turning back to his genius purple brother, “That thing does duets, right Dee?”

“It had precisely two hundred and thirty nine duets programmed into it, as well as a second microphone plug-in available. ...So yes, ‘Angelo,” he smiled simply, “It does duets.” Mikey leapt across the sea of blankets to pull him into a hug, silently thanking him for all his hard work. Not that it was really THAT hard or even that much of a bother - Donnie was just as much of a showman (er, show-turtle) as the rest of his brothers, and it didn’t take a genius to realize that they would be hearing quite a few Broadway numbers that night. Still, he appreciated the gesture, and returned it with a quick pat on Mikey’s shell.

“Well then come on, guys! Let’s stop talking about it and get started already!” Leo grinned, standing from his seat and striking a bit of a pose, “I hope you’re ready to be blown away by my sweet singing skills.”

“Hmph, gonna be hard to be ‘blown away’ if all you sing are meme songs,” Donnie retorted, rolling his eyes while everyone else snickered.

Leo however was hardly offended. “Don’t act like you still don’t consider ‘All Star’ to be a jam even after all the memes,” he said, smirking back at his twin.

“You know, in my time, people went out for karaoke rather than just taking over the nearest space for who knows how long.” Everyone turned to see Splinter in the doorway, looking not too happy about losing control of the tv room for the night. Sure, he had a tv in his bedroom, but the smaller screen plus what was sure to be a whole night of loud singing and laughter wasn’t much of a consolation.

“Aww, come on, Pop, don’t be like that,” Raph said, offering his father a welcoming smile. The rat man just huffed, crossing his arms.

“We’ve got snacks!” Dashing back over to the small table, Mikey picked up the bowl of chips. “You looooove snacks~”

Splinter hummed. “I do love snacks,” he mumbled, softening a bit.

“And-” Leo began, hoping to seal the deal and free themselves from their rat-dad’s grumpiness towards their special night once and for all, “I’m sure we could fit in some time to let you sing a few songs too! Come on, Dad, join in on the fun!”

At that, Splinter’s yellow eyes narrowed and hardened once more. “Ohhh, so NOW you don’t mind me singing, huh?” he asked, “Have you boys learned to appreciate other people’s musical talent, or do you simply not mind listening to something that ‘belongs in the sewers’?”

While April could only look on in confusion, the four turtles all winced in harsh realization. So THAT was why he was so upset and annoyed…

“Okay, but that was different!” Leo argued, “That was for our band and, and we just wanted it to be OUR thing!” In a lower tone, he added, “Plus it’s not like weird opera singing would’ve fit anyway-” Splinter growled. He tries to impress his sons a little with something unique and this is what he gets?

“BUT, that still doesn’t make it right!” Raph said, quickly jumping in (and shooting Leon a glare for good measure), “We’re sorry for what we said, and for bein’ so rude about it, okay Pop?”

“Yeah!” “Totes!” April nodded as well, despite having nothing to do with whatever incident brought all this up, just to give her support. Getting an idea, she then reached over and grabbed one of the microphones.

“You could even have the first song!” she offered, handing him the device as a peace offering, “What do you say, Master Splinter?”

“...” Splinter looked at the microphone, then at the faces staring back at him. All of them (the boys especially) were looking at him with concern as well as encouragement. Splinter sighed through his nose. He might have been petty at times, but he wasn’t so stubborn that he’d totally ruin his kids’ night. “I suppose I could sing one song.”

“Then step on up, Dad!” Donnie smiled, giving a dramatic wave of his arm towards the karaoke machine. Splinter smirked at the gesture, and began scrolling through the seemingly infinite song list.

“So you’re SURE there’s no love songs on there,” Leo whispered. Donnie nodded - though, he still wasn’t expecting that great of a ‘performance’ judging by how far back he moved, phone in hand. He just hoped whatever his father picked, it wasn’t too long of a song.

Thankfully, the genre tabs made it a bit easier to search for something familiar to him. He didn’t expect there to be any non-anime opening Japanese songs on there, but- “Aha!” He selected a song, and after a couple seconds, a light enough tune began playing through the speakers. First a keyboard and guitar, and then a blast of trumpets.

Immediately, everyone sat up a bit straighter. “Whoa! Is this-?” Raph asked, beginning to grin.

“I didn’t know he liked THIS kind of music too!” Leo commented.

“Ha! I grew up with this music, frankly I’m surprised YOU all even know it!” Splinter chuckled. The wonders of the Internet and timeless hit songs, he supposed. He then began to sing as he struck a bit of a pose, not even needing the words.

“Do you remember... the 21st night of September? Love was changing the minds of pretenders, while chasing the clouds awayyyyy~” His young audience started clapping along with the beat, giving a small cheer or two as they did. “Our hearts were ringing, in the key that our souls were singing. As we danced in the night, remember how the stars stole the night away~”

Sure, Splinter’s voice was still a bit gravely and off-key, but- “You know, he’s actually not that bad,” Donnie smiled, “Definitely has stage presence.”

“Heh, yeah,” Raph agreed, “And he can sure put a lot of energy into somethin’ when he wants to, don’t you think-?” April’s laugh cut him off, bringing the snapper’s attention back to the ‘stage’ in front of him, where his younger brothers now stood beside their father, happily singing along with the chorus despite not having microphones of their own. Splinter just grinned at them, not minding them all.

“Ba de ya!” Leo and Mikey sang.

“Someday you’ll remember-” Splinter sang back.

“Ba de ya!” They sang again, with Raph and Donnie now joining in as well.

“Dancing in September~”

“Ba de ya!”

“Never was a cloudy dayyyyy!” Splinter and April both belted out, with the latter still trying to hold back her laughter. The song went on, and not a single voice completely dropped out, with Splinter naturally taking the main part while his children kept the chorus strong. Even as the tune faded out, they all still sang and danced and giggled until Splinter finally spoke up once more.

“Well, I think it’s clear that I’ve properly gotten this karaoke night started~” He smirked, “April, I believe it’s your turn.”

“Don’t mind if I do!” April grinned as the rat passed the microphone.

April and Raph kept things in the 70s a bit longer with “Hanging On the Telephone” and a bit of Stevie Wonder while the twins brought it back to more moderns hits with  “Never Gonna Give You Up” (“Seriously, Leon? We were having such a great time and I feel so annoyed right now.”) and a bit of Daft Punk. Mikey nearly brought the sewers down with his rapping, and then it was back to Splinter with “Right Back Where We Started From”, a song the boys could swear they remember him singing from the childhoods, either while he was preparing food or just a light sorta-lullaby to calm them down.

The song selections went from disco to glam rock, broadway to hip-hop, soul to techno, and everything in-between. Costumes were naturally dragged out with each new performance, further adding to the fun as numerous pictures were taken. Snacks were replenished twice and Splinter grabbed some sake from his second “Do Not Touch” cabinet in the kitchen. He wasn’t much of a drinker these days, finding milk and cake more appealing, but he figured a glass or two wouldn’t hurt. As for everyone else, they loaded up on sugary pop and juice, not minding missing out.

It didn’t take long for Splinter to drop out after that, though he was still content with sitting in his chair and watching everyone else sing. He clapped after the surprisingly impressive rap battle between his youngest and his oldest, and laughed along with everyone else when Leo tried to sing some Vanilla Ice.

But, not even the most fun karaoke nights could last forever. The time between songs, where they’d just talk about random things or play on their phones, was getting longer and longer. Donnie had begun singing one of the more mellow songs currently on the billboard top 100 when Splinter finally closed his eyes.

When he woke up, the atmosphere in the room was much different. It was quiet, warm and peaceful even, despite the harsh neon lighting from the spinning light ball. On the screen, a turtle-shell logo silently bounced around. Surrounding his chair, Splinter could hear the light snores and mumbles of his sons and their friend. He could also see all the empty cans and wrappers, not to mention all the dishes and crumbs.

Splinter shook his head, mentally scolding them for the mess before shrugging it off. They were teenagers and making messes was just a thing they did, they could always clean later. He then put a paw to his mouth, muffling his cough. He didn’t lose his voice, but his throat was still pretty dry.

Slowly, he got up, and crept around the covered lumps, silent and swift like the ninja master he was. He stole one last glance at them once he reached the doorway, their laughter from the night before still echoing in his mind. He smirked at the memory, chuckling lightly before making his way to the kitchen.

Not wanting to wait for tea, Splinter just grabbed a cup and ran some warm water, drinking that instead. He made sure to sit as well, his aging joints still aching slightly despite being plenty mobile. He had accepted his age, having fought off any ‘mid-life crisis’ thoughts pretty well so far, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still notice certain things. The aches, the fatigue, the white hair.. (He still wasn’t completely sure if that last one was simply the mutation’s doing, or if raising four kids really stressed him out that much.)

Even so, nights like the one they just had and the content mornings like the one he was having now reminded him that he still had plenty left to enjoy and much more life to live. He definitely appreciated that… Perhaps that was why, once he finished his drink and his throat no longer ached, Splinter began getting out various pans and ingredients.

Ever since Michelangelo developed his cooking passion at the age of eight, he and his brothers had taken care of whatever meals that weren’t just ordered in. But just because Splinter was no longer the chef of the house didn’t mean he still didn’t know how to prepare a decent family breakfast. He started the rice first, then the eggs. They would have just enough for everyone to get one omelette each. He was just about to start cracking them when he heard footsteps.

“Morning,” April said quietly, giving him a nod.

“Good morning, April,” Splinter nodded back, “Feel free to go back into the tv room and relax, it’s going to be a while.”

“Actually, I think I’m gonna stay here for a while,” April replied, “I needed to stretch for a bit, and I do have another set of hands right here for you to use.”

“I’m capable of making breakfast on my own,” Splinter told her, his tone betraying his otherwise distancing words. You are a guest, don’t feel like you need to help.

April just smiled, and walked over to the counter. “I know, and so am I. Mind handin’ me a peeler?”

Having no real reason to argue, Splinter did as he was told. “...By the way, thanks for joining us last night,” she told him. With all the adventures there were to be had around the city and Splinter’s shows that he enjoyed watching, the six of them didn’t always get to hang out together too often. But just because these instances were more rare didn’t mean they weren’t still wanted. “The guys and I really enjoyed havin’ you around. ...You’re a pretty cool guy, Master.”

A warm smile crept onto his lips. “...I could say the same about you, April.”

The two worked in silence, with Splinter concentrating on the rice and eggs while April made her favorite hashbrown recipe as well as some bacon. Slowly but surely, the rest of their underground home (or in April’s case, home away from home) started coming back to life.

Mikey woke up first, greeting them both with a hug and eager to help by making toast. Raph came next, having smelt the food. With the food covered, he assigned himself table setting duties. Finally, a very groggy pair of twins joined them. Donnie started up the coffee machine and tea kettle (with the majority vote settling on camomile with a bit of honey) while Leo got out all the juice they had left in the fridge.

By the time everything was done, conversations had started up, hoping to hide the sound of their stomachs growling. “You know, we should try to do this next week!” Mikey said as they all began to sit down, “Or next month or, you know, just sometime soon!”

“What, karaoke till we pass out and then breakfast the morning after?” Donnie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mikey nodded eagerly. “Yeah! At least once a month! Come on, you guys are lyin’ if you say you don’t want to do that more often.���

While Mikey’s brothers and sister considered it, Splinter hummed in consideration. “Not a bad idea, Orange, though why don’t we focus on eating breakfast and cleaning up last night’s mess before we plan anymore karaoke nights, hm?”

The box turtle gave a sheepish smile. “Heh, right,” he said as he began digging into his food, “Got it, Pops.”

Splinter smiled back at his orange son before looking back down at his own plate. He nibbled on his rice and toast, and resisting the urge to start humming a certain song from the night before… Fun karaoke nights with his family were one thing, but getting a tune stuck in his head for hours on end was quite another.

Still, it wasn’t a bad idea… Not a bad idea at all.

THE END

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SURPRISING MY GIRLFRIEND’S SISTER WITH A SHIBA PUPPY!!

Peter Kavinsky • 3.5M views • 4 days ago

 “Hello Catherine,” he greets her the moment she opens the front door, putting the camera in her face to distract her from what is happening in his minivan behind her.

Thankfully for him, Kitty eats this shit up as the resident extrovert of the Song-Covey household. “Well hello there, Vogue.”

“Are you ready to answer 72 questions?”

“Sure, let’s go!”

Lara Jean was the one to submit the idea, to have an excuse for Kitty to parade in front of the camera without her suspicions being raised. Peter can’t believe it’s working so well – she accepted the idea immediately and even pitched him questions he could ask her, to the point where he actually kinda feel bad about tricking her into believing all of this shit is real.

Kinda. Not really though.

“Where are we exactly?”

“This is the house where Lara Jean and I live and work. Pretty, right?”

“Amazing,” he agrees, playing along. “So, what’s your favourite thing about video editing?”

“Having a special folder for bloopers,” she replies with an easy grin. She’s apparently been compiling bloopers about him too, and he’s not exactly looking forward to what she’ll do with the footage. “But mostly the storytelling process. How editing and music can change an entire video.”

“Any interesting projects beside LJ’s cooking videos we should know about?”

“Maaaaybe,” she teases. She sent an application for a film school last week, but the information isn’t public yet, not until she gets an acceptance letter. “I’m working with Chris on her gaming videos, too.”

“Woah, that sounds fun!”

By now they’ve made it to the kitchen, Lara Jean in the right corner of his camera, sitting at the island with her laptop. He winks at her and she grins back. He wonders how long it will take before people comment on that – probably five minutes.

“Are you ready for a little dare?” he asks, focusing back on Kitty.

Bless her little kitten heart, she doesn’t notice anything wrong yet, simply offering him and smile and a shrugs as she exclaims, “Sure!”

With the hand not holding the camera, he grabs the small scarf tucked into the back pocket of his jeans and shows it to her. “I need you to lie down on the floor and put that on your eyes.”

She freezes.

Her face falls.

“What’s this? David fucking Dobrik?”

Peter can’t help but laugh out loud, especially with how Lara Jean is laughing too now. So much for keeping this video PG, thank you very much Little Covey.

“What is it? Is it a spider? Is it a snake? Is it a spider?! Cause we found out I’m allergic to spider bites when we were in Korea so–”

“It’s not a spider,” he replies, trying but mostly failing to be serious. She cracks him up so much. “Just cover your eyes, okay?”

“I hate you,” she states coolly, even as she snatches the scarf from him and wraps it around her head. Immediately, Lara Jean dashes outside to help Gabe. “I hate you so fucking much.”

Still, she sits down on the floor of the dining room, arm stubbornly crossed over her chest, and pouts in his general direction, before she lies down. She doesn’t move, only startles a little when the front door slams – well done, guys – but otherwise doesn’t even reach for the piece of fabric above her eyes.

Gabe shows up with the puppy, the cutest little furball he’s ever seen in his life, all roasted marshmallow levels of adorable. Gabe moves closer to Kitty, whose head moves at the sound. Thankfully, the puppy doesn’t whine.

“Okay, we’re gonna put it on you so don’t be scared.”

Which is exactly the opposite of what she does, wiggling a little as she gets herself worked up again. “I don’t care that you’re dating my sister, if it’s a snake I’m going to – oh my GOD, PETER, WHAT IS IT?” She breaks into a scream when Gabe drops the puppy on her chest.

The puppy starts sniffing around, wet nose against her neck, and she yelps again. Even Lara Jean is losing it now, leaning against Peter for support. He doesn’t even think twice about it when he wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her closer to him.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

She all but ripes the scarf from her face, only to freezes at the sight of the puppy’s face so close to her face. It sniffs her a little, then licks her chin, but she’s too shocked to properly react.

“It’s a puppy,” she says, slowly.

“She’s about to cry,” Lara Jean whispers, low but now low enough that the camera won’t catch it. “Just watch.”

Kitty is sitting up, puppy now in her arms, and she looks up at Peter with wet eyes. If she starts crying he might do too, and it’s only going to end up messy and overly emotional.

“Merry Christmas, Little Covey.”

“You got me a puppy?!”

And then, yeah. She’s crying. Big tears and loud sobs, hugging the puppy to her as it licks her face and whines happily at being cuddles. Its little tail won’t stop wiggling, which is the cutest.

Lara Jean laughs, and it comes out wet too. When he looks down at her, she has tears in her eyes. He kisses her temple without really thinking about it, holding her a little bit closer.

“Do you like her?” he asks Kitty.

“It’s a girl?” she asks back, holding the puppy up to check. “This is so much better than a spider!”

 CovinskyIsLove 5 hours ago

like if you’re crying

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 HearMeRoar 3 days ago

when lj started crying too and peter comforted her i felt that

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 groffsauce 2 days ago

My sister’s boyfriend is a dirtbag who doesn’t even pay for their dates and this motherfucker gave Kitty a puppy? What the shit???

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 QUEER IS THE WORD

Lucas Krapf • 1.8M views • 5 days ago

 “So people have been blowing my mentions since last video because of point three seconds of Peter and LJ in the background,” Lucas announces to his camera, one hand holding it while the other rises to rub against his hair. “And people keep asking if they really are that cute all the time. So, here. Look what we have to deal with on a daily basis.”

He’s walking toward the kitchen now, where most of the gang is gathered. Unsurprisingly, Peter and Lara Jean are side by side, bodies glued to each other. It’s nothing unlike what has been going on during the past few months, but Lucas still noticed the slight differences since New Year’s Eve – they’re more comfortable around each other, especially LJ. It’s almost unnoticeable, especially when you don’t know they were faking it before that. But Lucas knows. And he notices.

“Look at that,” he exclaims, camera zooming in on Peter’s hand in the back pocket of LJ’s jeans, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do. Which, it isn’t. They’re the only two idiots in this world to be that lovely cosy with each other all. the. freaking. time. “What kind of heterosexual nonsense?”

LJ and Peter both turn at the same time, and his camera zooms out and moves up to capture their twin expressions of surprise. Peter’s hand still hasn’t moved, because they’re disgusting like that.

“Who are you calling heterosexual?” Peter asks.

Chris lets out the uglier, loudest cackle in the history of humanity, because that’s just how Chris rolls on a daily basis. Homegirl has no sense of modesty or etiquette, she’s wired like that. And he loves her for it. “Peter Pan!” she exclaims, holding her hand up for Peter to high five.

“Peter Pan!” he replies in the same loud, cheerful voice, hand slapping hers above the kitchen island. He turns back to Lucas then, more serious. “But don’t film my girlfriend’s butt, thanks.”

“Why?” LJ asks, falsely innocent. “It looks great on camera.”

Lucas cuts on Peter’s dumbfounded face and another cackle from Chris.

 …

 Calling Chris’s bedroom a “bedroom” really is about semantics. Like, yes there is a single bed in a corner, so technically it qualifies. But Chris’s room is her video games room, first and foremost. Her TV setting takes over most of the space, what with how many consoles she owes. Two full walls are floor-to-ceiling shelves of video games in their boxes, Funko Pops and other geeky paraphernalia. There’s her computer and her gaming chair in a corner. More cameras and recording material than Lucas knows what to do with it. So, really. Not a bedroom.

And the best thing is, she always has snacks for when she’s playing and for when people are playing with her. She’s taken to stocking Pocky boxes for LJ, next to her own gummy bears. Freaking adorable, how close those two girls are now. Like sisters. White and Asian sisters.

They’re playing Mario Kart, and Lucas is just filming, ‘cause he’s bored and he needs content. LJ getting competitive over nothing is always fun, not to mention clickbaity. So yeah, Mario Kart, camera, Japanese snacks. The best of the best.

Chris is getting worked up over the Rainbow Road, like you do, when her phone starts lighting up like a Christmas tree. Which is weird – she’s usually so very good at not having her phone around when she’s playing, because it keeps her focused not to have to worry about her notifications. The only times she purposefully has her phone around is when she’s doing a special Twitch live and she needs to check her donations.

So Lucas’s attention zooms in on her phone, obviously. “Who’s Veronica?” he asks.

It’s an innocent enough question, but Chris tenses and LJ is distracted enough that her Yoshi falls down the Rainbow Road. “Wait, Veronica Veronica? RomanticRonny Veronica?”

Chris does a very bad job of pretending to be chill, her eyes never leaving the TV screen but her shoulders tense as shit, her knuckles white around her controller. “Yeah, we’re texting,” she replies, fake casual. Damn.

“Didn’t she make a come-out video like, three months ago?” Lucas asks, just to watch her squirm. He can always edit this part out if Chris asks him to, that’s chill. She’s just as open with her sexuality as Peter and Lucas are, but it doesn’t mean he will post about her crush if she doesn’t want him to. Privacy and all that, they’re pretty good at this stuff with each other.

“Did she now?” Chris replies-asks, with a shrug. Bad Acting 101. “Not that it matters or shit.”

“She’s texting again,” Lucas points out, when her phone lights up again.

“How about you shut up, Krapf?”

He only laughs.

 SapphoBitch 2 hours ago

is2g if any of you comes with a ‘queer is a slur’ because of the title i’m going to cut a bitch bc Peter identified as pan AND queer in his coming out video and Lucas and Chris are both chill with it too so stfu u ignorant terf-sounding assholes

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 Song Bakery ✓ 4 days ago

7 billion people in the world to choose from and he picked me. Of course I am okay with that aspect of Peter’s identity, why wouldn’t I be?

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 PizzaSlut 3 days ago

we stan one (1) progressive, unproblematic squad

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 Who knows me better? challenge (boyfriend vs sister)

Song Not-Bakery • 3.7M views • 2 days ago

 “Hi everyone and welcome to my second channel!” Lara Jean greets the camera with a little wave. “It was a long time coming, and it’s all because those two right there bullied me into doing it.”

“Kindly,” Peter clarifies. “We bullied her kindly.”

“Cause that makes it so much better,” she tells him, forcing herself not to grin when he wrinkles his nose at her adorably. This man will be her undoing. “Anyway, it’s all Kitty and Peter’s fault and they’re both extra competitive, so what better way that to start this channel than with a competition about me?”

“Which I’m going to win, because I’ve known her the longest,” Kitty chimes in.

“We’ll see about that,” Peter replies, hand already hovering above one of the two call bells Lara Jean bought for the occasion. Peter was playing with it for ten minutes before they even started filming, and she made a mental note to hide them well once they’re done, for her own sake.

“Each question gives you one point,” Lara Jean explains, all business, ignoring how Kitty and Peter are flexing and silently talking shit at each other from across the table. Most competitive people she knows, indeed. “And the winner gets one favour from the loser, as long as it’s decent.”

“Peter buying me Taco Bell every day for a moooonth,” Kitty singsongs.

“And healthy.”

“Peter buying me by Chloe every day for a moooooonth,” Kitty amands.

“Better,” Lara Jean replies, while Peter tries his hardest not to burst into laughter, all tight-lips and puffed cheeks. “Okay, get ready! Question one! What’s my Hogwarts house?”

Kitty hits the bell so fast it flies across the table. “Hufflepuff!”

“Point Covey!” Lara Jean agrees. “Which movie did I quote in my high school yearbook?”

Peter and Kitty share a look, before he tentatively rings the bell. “Amélie?”

“Correct! Point Kavinsky,” she replies, smiling at his preening.

“How do you even know that?” Kitty asks him, suspicious.

“Your dad showed me all your embarrassing childhood pictures,” he replies with an easy shrug. They went to visit two months ago for her dad’s birthday, his official meeting with Peter. Which went really well for the two of them, not so well for Lara Jean when he dad got all the family albums out. She had to steal Peter’s phone from him so he wouldn’t do anything stupid, like share with the world. “You look cute with pigtails, by the way.”

Kitty pokes her tongue out at him.

“What’s my birthday?”

They both attack the bell, but Kitty is faster. “May 15th.”

“Point Covey. What’s my favourite colour?”

Peter is faster. “Blue.” Then, turning to the camera, “And she looks super pretty in blue.”

Lara Jean barely manages to hide her blush behind a laugh as she moves on the the next question. As expected, Kitty and Peter get more and more worked up with each question, yelling their answers and sending the bell flying more than once. She can’t help but laugh when Kitty throws herself above the table to try and steal Peter’s bell, to prevent him from winning. He holds it above his head, too high for her to reach even when she jumps.

They go on like that for half an hour, Lucas keeping track of points behind the camera and holding his laughter back all through filming. Not all heroes wear capes, after all. She’s almost done with her questions when he shows her the mini whiteboard, announcing 12 points each.

“Okay, it’s a tie, so last question to win the game.”

Kitty points to her eyes with two fingers, then to Peter, then to her eyes again. Both their hands hover over the bell, ready to pounce on it. The tension is thick in the room.

“Who’s my dream guy?”

Peter yells the answer before he even hits the bell, “Gilbert Blythe!” Then, ignoring Kitty’s look of pure disbelief and horror, he turns toward the camera with a smirk that shouldn’t be quite as smug as it is, given what he is talking about. “Because he’s smart, and handsome, and loyal, which makes him Lara Jean’s dream Hufflepuff boy. Kavinsky out!”

“Kavinsky win!” she agrees, grabbing his wrist to hold it like he just won a boxe match instead of a little Youtube competition.

Kitty makes a big deal of pouting and folding her hands on her chest, the perfect image of a sulking child. It only makes Peter laugh harder, of course, because he can be a real jerk when he puts his mind to it. Not a mean jerk, but he knows how to push Kitty’s buttons, how to make her snap just enough to make it entertaining to everyone involved, even Kitty.

“So that’s it for today, guys. Check out Peter’s channel and Kitty’s Instagram account, links in the description, and don’t forget to like and subscribe for more videos like this one! Bye bye!”

 CovinskyIsLove 2 hours ago

Smart, loyal and handsome? Wonders who that describes perfectly hmm hmmmmmm… Not fooling anyone, LJ!

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 TeenageNinjaTurtle 9 hours ago

Kitty is so fucking hilarious she needs to be in all the vlogs! More Kitty!

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 MrsKavinsky 2 days ago

The Gods of Youtube have listened and given us LJ’s second channel, we are so blessed!

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[quicksilversquared]

Cuddles in a Coat

In a lot of ways, Adrien Agreste isn't a normal teenage boy. He's a model, he has a bodyguard, he's secretly a superhero....

But just like any other teenager, he'll stubbornly refuse to admit when an adult was right. Even if he ends up freezing because of it.

(FF.net) (AO3)

Adrien repressed yet another shiver as a gust of wind blew across the plaza under the Eiffel Tower. Nathalie shot another critical glance his way, but he stubbornly refused to look the least bit cold.

He wasn't going to let her have the satisfaction of being right.

One hour earlier

"Adrien! We need to get going so we arrive at the runway on time!" Nathalie called through Adrien's door. "Your father will be very displeased if we arrive late!"

"Coming, coming," Adrien called back, hurriedly closing the Ladyblog's write-up on the latest akuma attack. Alya had gotten some really great photos of Ladybug during the last fight, and he had maybe lost track of time a little bit while he gazed at them. Nothing beat the real thing, of course, but since he couldn't hang out with Ladybug 24/7, the Ladyblog was the next best thing. "Plagg, finish your cheese and get in my jacket."

"Is that what you're wearing to the event?" Plagg asked a bit dubiously, even as he finished the last of his cheese with a gulp. He sat back on his haunches, making no effort to move. "Are you sure?"

Adrien glanced down at himself and saw nothing wrong. His dark jeans were dressier than his usual ones, yet were casual enough that he wouldn't be overdressed. He had on a lightweight green long-sleeved top, covered by an equally lightweight black jacket. It was perhaps an outfit more suited to an indoor event this late in the fall, but he had been out as Chat Noir earlier during an akuma attack and it had been surprisingly warm. "Yes?"

"Adrien, we need to leave right away!"

"Coming!" Adrien called again, scooping up Plagg and sticking him inside of his jacket. Just like always, Plagg appeared to have no volume whatsoever once he was out of sight. It was strange, but Adrien appreciated not having to explain why there was a strange lump in his jacket. He made sure that his jacket was hanging straight, and then he dashed out into the front hall to join Nathalie and the Gorilla.

Nathalie's eyebrows went up as soon as she took in his outfit. "Adrien, I think you'll want a proper coat. It's November."

Adrien only shrugged and continued clattering down the remaining stairs. "It's not bad outside at all. I'll be fine. You said we had to get going?"

"I think you should have a coat."

Adrien couldn't help raising an eyebrow. How cold did Nathalie think it was? Sure, it was November, but it was early November and was unseasonably warm on top of that. It wasn't swimming weather, maybe, but it also wasn't that cold. "I'll be fine."

Nathalie looked unconvinced. "We can wait a few minutes if you want to go back and-"

"I don't have any coats that would go with this outfit. I would have to completely change if I wanted to wear a coat." Adrien slipped past her and pushed open the front door. Sure enough, it was plenty warm outside. He wouldn't want to be wearing just his green shirt, that was for sure, but it was hardly chilly. In fact, the layers he did have on made it downright pleasant outside. The Gorilla was already in the car, so Adrien didn't waste any time in hurrying over to get in the back. One glance at the car clock told him that yes, they were running quite late. If he wanted to get to the runway before Marinette so his friend wouldn't be stuck wandering around looking for him, they needed to leave right now.

...of course, it was also possible that Marinette was running late. It wasn't exactly uncommon.

"You're going to wish that you had a coat," Nathalie said stiffly as she slid into the car next to him. She looked less than pleased.

Adrien only shrugged.

Only minutes later, they were pulling up alongside the curb near the Eiffel Tower. Adrien and Nathalie hopped out while the Gorilla went to go park the car. With the ease and speed of a no-nonsense woman with very good connections, Nathalie steered herself and Adrien through the crowd to the reserved area for special guests (aka family of presenters plus some fashion designers from other countries). There, they had a great front-row view to the makeshift runway under the Eiffel Tower.

"It's packed," Nathalie observed, glancing around the area. "Not that anyone expected anything less, of course."

Adrien made a somewhat absent noise, not really paying attention as he scanned the crowds for Marinette. He had given her a ticket to get in, of course, but it would be much easier for her to find her spot with them already there. A quick check of his phone revealed no messages, which probably meant that Marinette was on her way. Just to be sure, Adrien sent a quick text.

A: Hey, how close are you to arriving?

Message sent, Adrien went back to scanning the crowd. Everyone was dressed up, of course, even though outdoor runways were often thought to be less formal than their indoor counterparts. The stands themselves were huge, and it made Adrien's head spin to think about how much work it must have taken to get everything put together so fast. He wasn't entirely positive why his father had decided that joining an outdoor runway was needed, but perhaps the marketing team had decided that it would drum up more interest than an intense ad campaign.

Adrien glanced down as his phone vibrated. Marinette had replied.

M: On the way! I had to help pack up a rush order before I left. Should arrive with about, oh, a minute to spare.

He couldn't help but laugh at that. That sounded very Marinette.

As the crowd continued to grow, a sharp, cold wind blew across the plaza. Adrien automatically shivered, then caught sight of the look on Nathalie's face. She had definitely caught his shiver, and now it looked like she was very tempted to go I told you so.

And Adrien, filled with the stubbornness of a teenage boy who didn't want to admit that he was wrong to an adult in charge, couldn't have that.

So he stubbornly refused to look cold. He straightened up, tossed his hair off of his face, dropped his arms to his sides, and kept glancing around at the growing crowd. The next time another gust of wind raced across the plaza, he didn't let himself shiver.

It was really a shame that they were in the front row by the runway. If they were back in the crowd, there would at least be other people to block part of the wind and the proximity to other people would probably mean sharing at least a little body heat. But here, in the special guests section, the seats were set up so that the spectators there would have a bit more elbow room.

On a normal day, Adrien would appreciate having a bit more of a personal bubble. Now, as the sky slowly grew more overcast and the temperature started dropping ever-so-slightly, Adrien longed to be part of the normal crowd.

Yeah, so maybe he should have taken Nathalie's advice, but it had been perfectly warm outside earlier.

Adrien's phone buzzed down in his hand, and he glanced down to see a new message from Marinette.

M: So where is the section you're in?

A: Right down next to the runway! If you came in the main entrance, you're on the right side.

M: Be right there!

Adrien popped back up to his feet, twisting around to scan the crowd. Most people were sitting down now- Marinette was really cutting it close- but there were still quite a few people milling around, visiting or searching for their seats. He could spot the Gorilla coming through the crowd easily enough, but he didn't see Marinette at all.

That probably shouldn't have surprised him at all. After all, Marinette was a bit on the short side. He forgot that surprisingly often, probably because her personality seemed to add a few inches.

...rather like another black-haired, blue-eyed, pigtailed girl he knew.

The Gorilla finally got through the crowd and stepped down into the Special Guests section, and it was only then that Adrien spotted the smaller figure following behind him. Marinette stepped out, her oversized coat swirling around her.

She looked amazing. Adrien wouldn't have thought that an oversized coat paired with her small figure would do anything but swallow her, but Marinette being Marinette- and therefore insanely talented- had managed to pull it off.

"I'm glad you could make it, Marinette!" Adrien exclaimed as he bounded over to greet her. He had initially wanted to invite Nino and Alya as well, but Nathalie had informed him that it would be hard to wrangle up that many more tickets and then Nino had reminded him that he and Alya really weren't that interested in fashion anyway. He wasn't too let down- hanging out with Marinette without their other friends was still a lot of fun. "You look great!"

Marinette grinned at the praise. "Thanks! You-" She paused, taking in his jacket and the slight hunch of his shoulders against the dropping temperatures. A small frown flitted across her features, and then vanished. "-you look great as well."

Huh. It hadn't taken her long at all to pick up to the fact that he was perhaps a little underdressed for the weather. Then again, it hadn't exactly taken Nathalie long either.

Please don't ask if I'm cold, Adrien mentally pleaded. Normally, he wouldn't mind his friend's curious, well-meaning questions, but he didn't want to have to outright lie to his friend just to save face in front of Nathalie. Just leave it, please.

Other than the raised eyebrows, Marinette had no further reaction.

"Our seats are over here," Adrien said, guiding Marinette to the seats between Nathalie and the Gorilla. "Best view in the whole place."

"Oh you aren't kidding," Marinette said appreciatively, scanning the runway. "Oh, this is crazy. I never thought I would be able to sit so close to a runway in a big show like this." She scanned the runway. "Do you know why they decided to do it outside? I would have thought that there would be too many variables with the weather, especially this late in the year."

"I'm guessing that there's some element of wanting people to see how they would look in typical fall/winter weather," Adrien said, shrugging. He didn't really understand it either, because then the models' carefully constructed looks and styled hair could get destroyed by the wind, or the whole thing could get delayed or outright cancelled if the weather was really bad. On the other hand, an indoor runway didn't generate the same level of in-your-faceness. Outdoors definitely generated more attention, from the public and press alike.

Of course, indoors would have meant not having to deal with the increasingly chilly gusts of wind sweeping through Paris. Adrien was having a harder and harder time not shivering. His shoulders were inching up a little at a time, and soon there would be no way that Nathalie wouldn't notice and say something.

Much to Adrien's surprise, Marinette was shivering next to him.

"I shouldn't have worn this particular coat," Marinette said a bit ruefully when she caught his eye. She twirled around, sending the fabric flaring out around her body so Adrien could see just how big it actually was. "I heard about oversized coats being in style and it inspired me, and then I thought it would be cool to wear it here."

"It looks nice and warm," Adrien commented, puzzled. He didn't know a ton about fabrics, really, but whatever Marinette had used certainly looked like it should both block the wind and keep her warm. He certainly had been jealous of her wearing it. Did she just get cold really easily, or was the fabric not as warm as it looked?

"It's big, and all that extra space means that the cold air gets in," Marinette said, letting out a huff. "It's pretty and all, and like Alya said when she saw it, it's great for cuddling in, but when it's actually a bit chilly outside? It's more showy than functional."

Cuddling? That sounded nice. Adrien absently wondered if he could somehow subtly hint that he would be willing to fill up the extra space in the coat without either a) having Nathalie notice or b) being creepy.

"I mean, it's so big that my father could practic- no, I take that back," Marinette corrected with a giggle. "My father probably couldn't fit, but Alya and I probably both could. Or-" Her look turned considering as her eyes fell on him. Seconds later, she was shrugging off the oversized jacket and tugging it around his shoulders, guiding his arms into the loose sleeves. Adrien had a moment to see her pleased expression before she slid into the jacket as well and zipped it up around them both.

"Much better," Marinette decided with a pleased sigh. She twisted to look up at him. "Is this okay, Adrien?"

"Of course," Adrien assured her, now pleasantly warm. Then he paused. "Uh, how are we going to sit like this?"

Three minutes later, Adrien and Marinette had, with a whole lot of fumbling and even more blushing, arranged themselves in a seat. Marinette had ended up in Adrien's lap, since that was the only way that they could sit down without stretching the coat. It wasn't a bad setup at all- Adrien was toasty warm, he could see right over Marinette's head, and Nathalie looked a bit put out that Adrien had somehow skirted the consequences of not bringing a coat.

He liked Nathalie and all, considering how often she stood up for him, but he was just immature enough to gloat about being able to sidestep a I-told-you-so lecture.

The Gorilla had watched the two of them arranging themselves in the chair, and while he raised an eyebrow, he hadn't said anything.

"You do realize that there will be paparazzi here, right?" Nathalie asked stiffly as Adrien and Marinette settled down for the show. "You may very well end up on the front of some tabloid. Your father would not be pleased."

Marinette looked suddenly worried, but Adrien just squeezed her hand. He wasn't worried about it, so there was no need for Marinette to spoil her time at the show worrying. "There's actual celebrities here for them to bother. If they want to spend their time on two collège kids sharing a coat, that's just sad."

Nathalie sighed, though Adrien could tell that she was faking it. She had her tells for when she was acting and not actually concerned, and right now she was just putting on a show. She was just trying to persuade him to get out of Marinette's coat of his own accord and actually suffer the consequences of not listening to her advice without being obvious about it. If she was actually worried about reporters, she would be glancing around and glaring at any reporters daring to look their way, and she would have ordered the Gorilla to strategically position himself between Adrien and the reporters. "Still, I don't think-"

"Thank you all for coming!" The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, cutting Nathalie off before she could finish. Her expression turned a bit sour, but she dropped back into her seat without pushing further. "We have ten presenters today for you lovely folks, so without further ado, let's get started!"

"What's the order?" Marinette asked as the first designer to present stepped out and started introducing her collection. She twisted to try to glance back up at Adrien, but ended up with her face caught in her jacket. Adrien had to laugh as she struggled to free herself. A moment later, Marinette gave up with a huff and Adrien finally stopped laughing to pull back the fabric far enough for her to get her face out.

"Lesser-known designers are going first, I think," Adrien said, then corrected himself before Marinette could whip around to give him another Look. "Well. Okay, they're obviously starting off with a bigger name, just to make sure people arrive on time, but then it's smaller names for a bit, gradually building up to, well, my father."

Marinette giggled at that. "Nice catch there. Here I was thinking for a second there that you actually thought that Rosé was a small name in fashion. I was ready to really judge."

"And I wouldn't blame you for that." Adrien was pretty certain that even people not in the fashion world would recognize the brand. If he, the son of Gabriel Agreste, didn't recognize Rosé, then... well, he would have had to have been buried under a rock to miss that.

The show itself went by in a blur. Marinette watched with rapt attention, sometimes taking a picture on her phone of the models. Adrien tried to keep an interested look on his face, just in case there were any reporters watching the two of them. Never mind the coat-sharing, the reporters would probably love to get a photo of him looking less than interested in his own father's collection.

"Well, that went well," Nathalie commented as the event coordinator thanked everyone for coming and the people around them started to pack up. She pushed a wisp of hair out of her face as the wind, which had only picked up as the show went on, blew her hair out of its carefully constructed bun. "Let's wait for a few minutes to let the crowds clear out."

"Sounds good," Adrien agreed, not in any particular hurry to go anywhere. Marinette's coat was nice and warm, and getting up to slowly work their way to the car would mean having to get out of the coat so that they could walk. If they waited until they had a clearer path, he would spend less time out of the coat before getting in the nice, heated car. "How are you doing, Marinette?"

"That was fabulous!" Marinette exclaimed, almost bouncing on his lap. "I loved actually getting to see a runway show in person. That was just a dream come true for me."

Adrien grinned. He had known that Marinette would enjoy being there, but that hadn't exactly been what he had been asking. "Great, but I was wondering if you were comfortable. I don't think my lap is the best seat in the world."

Immediately Marinette was squirming around to try to see him. "Oh! I'm sorry! I'm squishing you, aren't I? Should we get up-?"

"I'm fine," Adrien reassured her. It wasn't a lie- Marinette was rather light, and she was just the right size to fit in his lap without cutting off the blood flow and making his legs fall asleep. "I'm just saying that my legs are a bit on the bony side, so if you were uncomfortable..."

"I think the crowd is clearing out well," Nathalie announced, standing up and cutting Adrien off. She glanced at the Gorilla. "Do you think you could bring the car around?"

The Gorilla grunted, nodded, and waded off into the crowd. Minutes later, Nathalie's phone chimed and she gestured for Adrien and Marinette to stand up. Adrien reluctantly untangled himself from Marinette and her coat. It was harder not to shiver now, after being so warm for the entire show, but he was still determined not to give Nathalie the satisfaction of being right.

"I'll walk with you guys to your car," Marinette volunteered, wrapping one arm around Adrien's arm as they started forward. Adrien couldn't help but grin. She had somehow managed to stand in just the right spot to block most of the wind, and he seriously doubted that it was an accident.

"I'd offer a ride, but I think we're going to some snobby after party thing," Adrien said with a sigh. He had tried to get an invitation extended to Marinette, since he was sure that it would be more fun with her there, but it was strictly designers and serious buyers, plus their families. That Nathalie and the Gorilla were also being allowed in was considered enough of a stretch.

Thankfully the after-party would be indoors. Adrien would have been miserable being outside for long without Marinette and her fabulous coat.

Marinette shrugged off his concern. "It's fine. One of my favorite fabric stores is on my way back, and I wanted to pick up a couple small things for a dress that I'm making."

"Ooh, is that the dress I saw on your dress form last time I was over at your place?" Marinette really had an eye for prints, he could tell already. Even if she hadn't made a ton of pieces with prints so far, what she had made was gorgeous. "I can't wait to see it when it's all finished."

Marinette grinned and bounced a little on her toes as they wove through what was left of the crowd. "Yeah! It's almost done. Hopefully I'll have it ready to wear to school by Monday or Tuesday, but I do need to catch up on my homework." Her grin turned a bit sheepish. "I may have been avoiding the Physics homework just a bit."

Adrien laughed.

All too soon, they were approaching the car. Adrien was sorely tempted to slow his steps down, but his father would definitely notice if he was late to the after party and Nathalie would almost definitely mention what it was that had held them up.

"Thanks for sharing your coat earlier," Adrien said, dropping his voice so Nathalie couldn't overhear. He plucked at his light jacket sleeve. "I... didn't quite come prepared."

Marinette giggled at that. "Well, you gave me your umbrella once to protect me from the rain, so it's only fair that I return the favor and share my coat with you." She beamed up at him, even as she released him and stepped back so he could get in the car. "Besides, the coat was a little too big to keep me warm properly with only me inside. Sharing was good for me as well."

"Still, thank you," Adrien said, unable to resist darting back out of the car for one more hug, because he had learned pretty quickly that Marinette's hugs were the best hugs. "And I'll probably be busy for a couple hours, but if you have any trouble with the Physics, feel free to call me up later and I can try to help."

"Will do!" Marinette said cheerfully, and then she waved and skipped off, vanishing into the crowd within seconds. Adrien watched her go, unable to help the smile teasing around the corners of his mouth.

God, he had never hoped more that his recently-formed suspicions about Marinette being Ladybug were right, because with every passing day, every time he spent more time with her, every time she was her normal amazing, kind, brave self...

Adrien could feel himself falling for her more and more every day.