#you raise your voice at me and suddenly im 6 again begging them to calm down and not scream at me

[cherries-in-wine]

Hard to be intimidating during an argument when I start violently sobbing as soon as they raise their voice at me.

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 49

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40 || CHAPTER 41 || CHAPTER 42 || CHAPTER 43 || CHAPTER 44 || CHAPTER 45 || CHAPTER 46 || CHAPTER 47 || CHAPTER 48

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Only one request and tbh i didnt make it ‘public’ just in a public place i hope its ok :)

Chapter 49 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

Following Niall for all his radio interviews turned out to be a lot of fun. He was funny and interesting and it was no surprise to me that everyone was endeared by him. I would end up with my head tilted, a big smile on my face and hearts in my eyes when I looked at him, even if I had known him for decades, but I was happy everyone saw in him what I've always seen. He used to be a bit hidden when he was in One Direction but as a solo artist, he shined more than I could explain and it made me so happy that everyone could finally see how talented he was.

"So Niall you've been very open about your current relationship and after i've made my research, I read that your girlfriend is actually your childhood best friend?"

I held my breath, trying to keep my calm but I was suddenly scared that my facial expression was betraying me. That woman was gorgeous with her long legs, her dark hair and her big eyes. She bent slightly and I couldn't help but glance down at her cleavage like pretty much everyone in the room. I swallowed hard and let my eyes move back to Niall who sent her a smile.

"She is, actually. We've been best friends for as long as I can remember." he shook his head slightly and shrugged, a smile still on his face. "I don't know what I'd do without her."

"We've seen you with famous girls like Maya Greenberg or Heidi Sheppard, why her?" she frowned and tilted her head and I felt my heart jump in my chest again.

I hadn't thought about Heidi or Maya in a long time but now that they were mentioned, something twisted in my stomach and I had a hard time swallowing. Thinking that Niall had compared me to them was hurtful and now I knew pretty much everyone else would compare me to them, too, and it was even worse.

I looked at Niall raise his eyebrows at her, a bit surprised by the question or it seemed, and the words that came out of his mouth changed everything.

"Wow, that's the easiest question i've ever had to answer." he chuckled, shaking his head. "Why her? Because I love her. That's why."

The woman sent him a smile and that's when I realized she hadn't acknowledged me at all. In fact, she had ignored me from the beginning and although I didn't really care, it did feel sort of odd at this moment.

I sighed subtly when the subject turned to something else than me and when everything was over, I got up and walked closer to the door to wait for my boyfriend. I took my phone and answered a few text messages, leaning against the door frame, but when I looked up from something funny Louis had sent me, I lost my smile. I couldn't remember her name, I was in shock, but she had her hand on Niall's arm and the way she was looking at him made my heart drop in my chest. Now I knew why she had asked him some questions about me but the fact that she was flirting with him right in front of my face while being totally aware of it made me feel like shit. Was I disposable to the point where anyone thought he would cheat on me or get rid of me for any reason?

I stood straight, my eyes roaming from my boyfriend's smile to her hand sliding gently on his arm and when he handed her his phone, my breath caught in my throat. She typed something quickly before giving it back to him and tilted her head, squeezing his arm before letting him go. My eyes dropped back to my phone when he turned my way and I waited until he was close to me to look up. I held my breath again when I noticed she was waving at him and he raised his hand before putting both in his pockets.

"Ready to leave?"

"Did that just happen right in front of my face?"

He glanced back and then turned to me again.

"Not here." he let out in a low tone, making me close my eyes.

We walked out of the room and reached the hall but we remained silent and he brought me to the stairs instead to take the elevator. I walked down a few and finally turned to him, shaking my head.

"Why did you flirt back? You said you didn't do that anymore!"

"I didn't-"

"Don't lie!" I cut him, feeling tears reach my eyes, unsure if they were of pain or anger. "I saw you! She put her number in your phone? I was right there and she knew it!"

"Okay, fine, i'm sorry!" he let out, a bit mad. "I was just a bit taken aback, I didn't expect that and I just... I thought I would just play dumb and then do nothing about it."

I stared at him, my heart aching so bad in my chest as I tried not to cry, and I started pulling on the fabric of my shirt. This situation was horrible and did nothing good to my self-esteem, I knew it.

"You think she's pretty? Be honest."

He sighed and closed his eyes as I pressed my lips together.

"Yes, Liv, she's pretty, but-"

"Prettier than me?" I quickly added, cutting him again.

"No one is prettier than you." he pointed out. "So no."

My eyes roamed on him and I sniffed, his words once again making me feel better but not completely reassured. I took a step closer and licked my lips again.

"If we weren't dating would you-"

"Please Olivia, i'm begging you, don't go there."

And just like that, the pain was back. I swallowed hard, feeling myself tear up, but I gave up and nodded. It was an unfair question, I knew it. If we weren't dating, he would be able to see whoever he wanted and call any girl he found interesting and those 'what if's would only end up hurting me anyway. I just wasn't sure of how he felt. Did he feel trapped with me? Was I stopping him from living his life as a famous and talented man fully?

"After all this time, you still don't trust me."

It was not a question, and the defeated tone he had used made me want to run away but I didn't. I stayed in front of him, staring at him, until he moved closer and wrapped his arms around my head, pulling me against him.

"I'm sorry, Niall, i'm so sorry."

He remained silent for a while and then sighed, leaning his cheek on top of my head as I gripped the back of his shirt like my life depended on it.

"No, it's okay. If I saw a guy flirt with you and put his number in your phone, i'd be pissed."

After hugging me tight against him for a while, he took his head away and i moved mine up to look at him. I didn't expect his lips roughly crushing against mine and my heart skipped a beat. He pushed me back until he could press me against the wall and my lips parted when his mouth reached for my neck.

"Are you sure you-" His hand slipped in my pants and panties and my eyes shot open when his warm finger slid between my legs. "Oh fuck."

"When I saw you put on your damn sweatpants on today I thought I was going to explode."

This time, I chuckled but bit my bottom lip when one of his fingers brushed against my clit. I slipped one of my hands in his hair and and my mouth found his ear. I started nibbling on it and he groaned against my neck.

"Why do you turn me on so bad in simple sweatpants?" he asked in a raspy voice. "I just want to pull them down and fuck you."

I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes.

"Do it."

He stopped his movements and pulled away, his eyes traveling on my face.

"Really? Here?"

I nodded quickly, feeling my heartbeats accelerate at the thought as one of his hands slipped inside my shirt to grab one of my breasts. I let out a short and low moan and his other hand reached for his pants. He undid his belt quickly and skillfully with the fingers of one hand before reaching for my waist. He turned me around roughly, pushing me against the wall and I placed my palms on the cold cement as i felt him pull on my pants. His hand reached between my legs and my eyes fluttered close as I felt his cock rub on my ass. Two of his fingers slid inside me and he groaned near my ear.

"You're already so wet, princess, is it because of me?"

I didn't have time to answer, I just held my breath as I felt him push his dick inside me and my fingers curled, making my nails scratch on the wall.

"Fuck, don't move."

Both his arms slithered around me, one reaching for my breasts and the other between my legs. He started fucking me hard and fast and I shut my eyes tighter as his lips brushed against my neck. My whole body was throbbing and from how hard he was fucking me and the way his fingers flicked against my clit, I knew I was not going to last very long.

"Oh my... god."

I felt his lips curl against my skin and a shiver crossed my whole body as he gripped my breast tighter. I had forgotten about the whole encounter with that girl, I didn't care about her giving him her number anymore... all that mattered was Niall's body pressed against mine and the low grunts he let out near my ear.

"I want to fill you with my cum so bad. I want to fucking own you."

His voice came to me in a whisper but he still managed to sound rough and dominating and that brought me close to an orgasm.

"You do, you own me."

"Yea? I want to cum inside you and know that it's dripping in your panties and down your legs until we get home."

My heart skipped a beat at the thought. It was so hot that it made me feel slightly dizzy and the fact that I would feel it for the rest of the day made me squirm slightly. He had an other interview planned and I knew that would stay on our minds for hours.

I wanted to beg him to do it but my body was throbbing so hard I couldn't talk. I started moving in rhythm with his thrusts, pushing my ass back against him and he started going quicker. It only took a few seconds before he pushed me hard against the wall. His movements became unsteady but surprisingly, he kept touching me for a few seconds until I felt an orgasm spread all over my body.

"Mm, fuck."

I started shaking against him as I felt him hold me tighter as he came and kept my eyes closed until we both came down from our highs. He let his lips brush on my shoulder before trailing small and soft kisses on my skin. It made me smile as I kept my eyes closed and tilted my head to give him better access. I didn't know if it was the post-orgasm ecstasy but I didn't seem to feel insecure anymore because of what had just happened. He let go of my breast and took his hand off my pants to wrap both his arms around my waist, hugging me tighter against him, his face still buried in my neck. I let my hands slide slowly on the wall and sighed, a sensation of well-being lingering inside me.

"I love you Liv."

"I love you too Ni-"

I didn't have time to finish talking and held my breath when I heard a sound. I felt his whole body tense behind me and at the exact same time, we moved away and pulled our pants up before rushing down the stairs. He held his arm out to me and I grabbed his fingers, letting out a laughter I didn't know I was holding. We only stopped running when we were outside and I started laughing even more, holding myself on my knees as I panted from the run.

"We almost got caught." I pointed out even if I knew he was aware. "That was close.”

"I know!" he chuckled, his lips forming a big smile. "Fucking hell."

"I never thought you were the type of man to take that kind of risks."

"I'm not." he laughed. "I mean I did before but not very often."

We stared at each other with a smile for a while but he finally moved closer and took me in a hug. I hugged him back, squeezing him as tight as I could against me and making him laugh again.

"Easy kid, I can't breathe."

I laughed and pulled away, tilting my head and sending him a fond smile. I hated when we fought and I knew most of the time, it was my fault, but I really wanted to change and start trusting him. I had to make an effort and I was going to do it.

I watched him grab his phone as we started walking to his car. I could feel his cum drip in my panties and I squirmed lightly, feeling my inner thighs throb at the thought but I didn't mention anything.

"What are you doing?" I ask as he grabbed his key in his pocket to unlock the car, his eyes still glued on his phone.

"Oh, just deleting some woman's phone number." he let out, glancing up at me with a soft smile. "I don't need to meet other girls, I'm already dating the love of my life."

                                                        ----

I glanced at the clock again and let out a sigh without really realizing it. Niall was late, as usual, and even if It was not uncommon these days, it was still bothering me. I grabbed my phone to check if I had a message for the second time in the last minute even if it would have been pretty much impossible to miss it. I looked back at the tv but I couldn't even remember the title of the movie or even the name of the main character. I felt stupid and a bit mad at myself. It felt like I couldn't function properly when Niall wasn't there and it was becoming ridiculous. I heard my phone and felt my heart jump in my chest as I grabbed it without looking at the called ID.

"Hello??" I asked happily, my eyebrows raised.

"Damn, love, I didn't know you'd be that happy to talk to me." Louis pointed out with a laugh. "You sound thrilled! Didn't know I had that effect on you."

I grimaced and leaned back against the couch again, bringing my feet up and letting out a sigh.

"Mmhm it's all you, Louis, I spend my life waiting for your call. Just a glimpse of your attention makes me euphoric."

He laughed again and I licked my lips. His laugh somehow always made me smile. Not a big happy smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Not me but Niall yea?" he added, a bit concerned. "You're waiting by the phone and glancing at the door every few seconds."

I looked down in shame even if he couldn't see me and shrugged a shoulder.

"Maybe."

"I know what it's like." he admitted after a few seconds of silence. "I did that for a while after El and I.. well, you know."

"Yea, i know." I whispered.

Niall and I weren't broken up, we still had each other, and at that exact moment, I felt like shit for the way I acted when Louis clearly had it worse. We remained in silence for a while but it didn't feel awkward. I was just happy he was there to keep me company.

"How about we go out?" he suddenly asked after a while.

"Out?"

"Yea! The night's young and we're both bored out of our minds!" he explained a bit too enthusiastically.

"More stressed than bored i'd say."

"Come on Liv, just a few drinks."

I closed my eyes and held my breath. It's not that I didn't want to go, it's just that I wanted to be there when Niall would come home. I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could since I felt like we barely did anything together anymore. I wanted nothing more than to cuddle him and do something normal like watch a movie and make out. And suddenly it hit me how dependent I was being. Niall was busy and it was alright, but it was also alright for me to do stuff, go out, and have fun. We were two separate people, and even if I felt like he was a part of me, it didn't mean that I couldn't do anything by myself.

"Alright, let me put pants on and a bit of make-up."

"And do something with your hair too, love, will you?." Louis joked before laughing.

"Twat."

                                 --

The music was loud and it smelled like weed and cheap perfume. It was crowded and I suddenly felt my heart twist in my chest until Louis searched for my hand and gripped it tight, leading me through the sea of bodies dancing, chatting or kissing. We found a table and I checked in the back pocket of my jeans to make sure my phone was there, It was the fifth time I was checking but it didn't matter. I put my phone on the table and stared at it a few seconds before Louis tapped the table a few times.

"Wine?"

"Beer is fine." I replied with a smile, loud enough for him to hear me.

He nodded and came back a few minutes later with enough beer for way more than two persons. My lips curled and I chuckled low.

"Did you invite your friends?"

"Yea they're supposed to be there soon." he explained, his eyes suddenly moving away from me. "There they are."

I knew most of them from meeting them at Louis' New Year's Eve party and we all started chatting and drinking. After a while, stress and sadness had left my body and I finally told myself that maybe this is what I needed but I couldn't help but think it would have been so much better if Niall was with me. I glanced at Louis who was in deep conversation with a pretty blonde and tried to hide a smile. Most of the time, he tried to hide how sad he was but with me, from time to time, he would say something about Eleanor that made me realize he never really forgot her or got over her. I couldn't pretend I knew how he felt but I could  understand the love he had for her, because it seemed to be very similar to the love I have for Niall.

At some point, the blonde haired girl got up and left and I just kicked Louis under the table before leaning against it with a big smile.

"She's hot! Are you gonna bring her back to your place?"

He frowned and sent me a smile, pretending he had no idea what I was talking about and it made me laugh. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was Louis, and seeing it happening right in front of my face was a gift. I knew she was interested too just by the way she was looking at him and I decided to let them have their discussion. When I finished my 6th beer (or was it 7th?), I got up but grabbed the table before chuckling. One of Louis' friends helped me find my balance again and I tilted my head, sending him a big smile before thanking him.

"Hey Liv, you okay?"

I turned to Louis when I heard his voice and glanced at the pretty girl who was getting up to leave.

"You stay with her." I whispered. "I'll take a cab!"

"No way you're going home by yourself."

"But she-"

"I got her number, it's cool." he explained. "Besides, Niall would kill me if he knew I left you for some random girl I barely knew."

"I bet you want to know her more, don't you?" I asked, tripping a bit over my words and making him laugh again.

I turned to her without waiting for Louis' answer and sent her a grin.

"He'll definitely call you, he just needs to bring me back to my boyfriend for now."

The girl smiled back at me and chuckled before Louis intertwined our arms together and brought me outside. I wasn't really drunk, just a bit tipsy, and when the cool air of the night hit my face, I sighed low.

"D'you think Niall and I are meant to be?" I finally asked after a few moments of silence.

"Can't believe you're asking me that."

Louis had let go of my arm and I pushed both my hands in my pockets as I looked up at the dark sky. Only a few stars were visible and it reminded me of a few weeks before, when Niall brought me to the lodge and played me his song under the stars. it didn't matter how cheesy it was, it was clearly impossible to forget a night like that. We quickly found a cab and he gave Niall's address before turning to me. I stared back at him and bit my bottom lip, not sure I should say what I was about to say next.

"I don't know anymore, I mean I thought you and El were meant to be, too."

"We are." Louis let out in a low and sad tone, his eyes looking up at the sky too. "I know we are. Just like you and Niall."

The ride was short and Louis decided to walk me to the front door after telling the cab to wait for him. I tried to unlock the door but realized it already was and I practically ran inside only to see Niall sitting on the couch. He turned to me and his face changed into an annoyed expression, making my heart jump in my chest.

"Niall!"

I moved away from Louis only to walk quickly to my boyfriend who got off the couch and looked down at me with a frown.

"Where the hell were you? I tried to call you about 10 times!"

"Sorry mate," Louis let out, raising his nose up as he walked closer to us. "She kept looking at her phone so I sort of hid it."

He searched through his pockets and handed me my phone. My lips parted slightly and I grabbed it before turning to my boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be home early, if I had known I would have stayed."

We stared at each other intensely and I really didn't know how he felt. Most of the time, I could easily read him and he could read me too but today was different.

"Imma leave guys, taxi's waiting for me."

We told him goodnight and when the door closed behind him, I shook my head.

"Why do you seem... angry?"

"Olivia, I literally decided to come back home early for you." he pointed out a bit louder. "And you weren't even there!"

I frowned and shook my head again, taking a step back.

"What are you saying exactly, Niall? Because i've been spending days and evenings here, waiting for you. The one night I decide to go out and have fun instead of wait and fall asleep on the couch, you come back early. Well i'm sorry, I didn't know. I couldn't have guessed because i've been falling asleep, alone in bed or on this damn couch for weeks now. And now you're blaming me for it?"

His face changed and he sighed.

"I'm sorry I didn't answer your calls. I seriously forgot about my phone after my third beer." I added, letting my shoulders fall. "But I had a good time, and I needed it."

"Okay, you're right." he sighed again but louder this time. "Of course I don't want you to wait for me here and weep, I'm just disappointed that we didn't get to spend the evening together."

I nodded slowly. "Me too, Nee." I admitted in a very low tone, trying not to let tears fall. "We should get in bed and talk for at least an hour, what do you say? You can tell me about the songs you're writing at the moment and I'll tell you about Louis' new crush."

With a chuckle, he nodded. "I like that idea. I feel like we haven't had a proper conversation in months."

I smiled at him and kept quiet for a while before my lips curled more and I chuckled.

"First one in the room wins!" I let out, jumping up on his couch to walk past him.

I threw myself in the hall but I could feel him very close to me and when his arms wrapped around my waist, I let out a short scream. He pulled me up and I laughed again as he pulled us in his room, walking backwards to be sure he was the first one inside.

"I won!"

"You cheated!"

"Look who's talking!"

He put me back down, grabbing one of my hands and making me twirl around a few times. I ended up facing him and chuckled, feeling a bit dizzy from the spin.

"Fuck I miss you."

His words made something stir in my stomach. It felt good to know he missed me too because sometimes, I doubted it. He was busy, it's not like he really had time to think about me. I, however, spent most of my time thinking about him.

"I miss you too, Niall." I admitted in a whisper. "So fucking much."

[evansfm]

𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐧 , 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 . . . 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐚 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑 .

“  what  t’e  fuck  was  t’at  ?  ”  ruairi  stopped  dead  in  his  tracks  ,  and  the  house  seemed  to  GROAN  all  around  them  .  

“  i  t’ink  maybe  .  .  .  i  mean  i  could  just  .  .  .  i  could  buy  anot’er  board  ,  ”  evan  exhaled  ,  body  stiff  all  over  .  a  CLATTERING  sounded  from  the  kitchen  down  the  hall  ,  causing  her  to  nearly  jump  out  of  her  skin  as  she  swiveled  on  her  heel  ,  “  yeah  ,  t’is  is  a  LOST  cause  .  let’s  g–  ”

“  stop  ,  ”  beck  caught  her  just  before  she  rammed  into  his  chest  ,    hands  steadying  her  shoulders  ,  “  evie  ,  t’is  house  is  OLD  .  s’bound  to  be  a  little  noisy  .  you  dragged  us  in  ‘ere  .  let’s  keep  looking  .  ”

“  it’s  got  t’  be  down  ‘ere  somewhere  .  i  just  don’t  see  how  a  skateboard  could’ve  made  its  way  up  t’e  stairs  on  its  own  ,  ”  adam  scratched  at  his  messy  ,  dark  hair  .

“  ghosts  ,  ”  evan  nodded  .

“  aren’t  we  a  lit’le  to  old  for  ghost  stories  ?  ”  beck  asked  quietly  ,  earning  a  whack  on  his  arm  .

“  i’m  wit’  evan  on  t’is  one  .  somet’ing  doesn’t  feel  right  about  t’is  ,  ”  ruairi  chimed  in  again  ,  carefully  taking  another  step  forward  as  they  crept  down  the  hall  and  continued  their  search  .  

“  maybe  ,  ”  kieran  said  ,  voice  as  cool  as  ever  as  he  fell  to  the  back  of  the  group  ,  hands  casually  tucked  into  his  pockets  ,  “  it’s  the  TRESPASSING  t’at  doesn’t  feel  right  .  ”  

“  ay  ,  ”  evan  snapped  ,  brow  furrowing  as  she  fell  back  to  walk  beside  him  ,  “  don’t  KILL  the  fun  of  it  .  ”  

“  yes  because  you  look  like  you’re  having  so  much  fun  ,  ”  he  smiled  over  at  her,  leaning  closer  in  the  tone  of  teasing  .  

the  lot  of  them  were  tiptoeing  through  an  old  ,  forgotten  house  near  the  end  of  the  street  .  the  wallpaper  was  tearing  in  strips  and  bleached  by  the  sun,  some  places  marked  by  spray  paint.  different  legends  circulated  about  the  old  building  ––  talks  of  who  lived  there  ,  who  died  there  .  beck  said  the  differing  stories  were  a  tell  tale  sign  of  urban  legend  ,  but  evan  believed  every  LEGEND  held  a  little  bit  of  truth  .  so  she  was  terrified  ,  and  she  wore  it  on  her  face  .

“  maybe  i  would  be  if  you  weren’t  acting  like  you’d  rat’er  be  anywhere  else  in  the  WORLD  ,  ”  she  leaned  to  match  his  actions  ,  eyebrows  raised  as  she  hummed  an  inquisitive  ‘  hm  ?  ’  after  the  fact  .  

“  t’at’s  because  walsh  ‘as  a  date  he’s  got  t’go  get  prettied  up  for  ,  ‘nd  it  takes  ‘im  two  hours  alone  to  get  ‘is  bloody  hair  perfect  ,  so  we’re  cutting  into  his  time  ,  ”  ruairi  chimed  in  from  up  front  ,  not  even  bothering  to  look  back  .

“  ay  ,  mind  your  business  ,  flynn  .  ”  

“  you’ve  got  a  date  tonight  ?  ”  evan  tried  to  hide  the  disappointment  in  her  voice  ,  but  it  felt  like  someone  had  just  socked  her  in  the  stomach  .  not  that  she  had  any  RIGHT  to  feel  that  way  .  in  fact  ,  she  almost  wished  she  didn’t  .  it  would  be  easier  ,  being  best  friends  with  him  ,  if  her  heart  didn’t  pick  up  the  pace  when  he  smiled  at  her  .  it  would  be  simpler  ,  him  being  her  favorite  person  ,  if  she  didn’t  suddenly  feel  like  the  air  was  drained  from  her  lungs  at  the  mention  of  him  off  with  another  girl  .  she  pretended  not  to  notice  the  way  beck  glanced  in  her  direction  

“  aye  ,  ”  he  nodded  ,  brown  eyes  flickering  over  her  features  in  a  pause  before  he  added  ,  “  it’s  not  really  t’at  big  of  a  deal  honestl––  ”

“  t’is  door  is  locked  ,  ”  ruairi  shook  the  handle  of  a  door  just  beyond  the  living  room  ,  “  i’m  going  to  kick  it  in  .  ”

“  DO  NOT  KICK  IT  IN  ,  ”  adam  ,  beck  ,  and  kieran  all  warned  at  the  same  time  ,  voices  reaching  different  octaves  of  panic  .

pulling  her  attention  away  from  kieran  ,  her  eyes  flickered  between  ruairi  ,  the  door  ,  and  the  rest  of  the  boys  .  “  sorry  ,  bud  .  i  t’ink  you’re  outruled  ‘nd  outnumbered  wit’  t’is  one  .  ”

not  that  it  mattered  .  at  sixteen  ,  ruairi  already  towered  over  most  of  them  ,  hitting  6′2  and  still  growing  .  if  he  really  wanted  to  break  down  the  door  ,  he  would’ve  done  so  .  instead  ,  he  let  out  a  huff  and  carried  on  down  the  long  hallway  .  evan’s  hands  found  the  warmth  of  her  pockets  as  she  walked  quietly  next  to  kieran  .  the  only  thing  that  made  her  forget  the  feeling  of  her  stomach  dropping  was  the  sound  of  FOOTSTEPS  skittering  across  the  hall  behind  them  .  disappointment  was  replaced  by  fear  ,  and  legends  were  MUCH  easier  to  stomach  when  they  were  just  stories  .  not  when  she  was  right  in  the  center  of  it  .  

CREEK  .  groan  .  CRACK  .  

the  house  was  loud  .  it  smelled  of  damp  wood  and  mold  .  it  was  far  too  cold  .  a  familiar  feeling  began  to  creep  up  her  back  ,  icy  pinpoints  crawling  up  her  spine  .  this  was  .  .  .  a  mistake  .  shallow  breaths  moved  her  chest  up  and  down  and  up  and  down  .

creek  .  groan  .  SLAM  .

the  crashing  noise  came  from  behind  them  ,  and  evan’s  hand  immediately  shot  out  to  encircle  kieran’s  wrist  .  as  always  ,  he  was  terribly  CALM  .  ruairi  on  the  other  hand  ,  was  losing  his  shit  .  

SLAM  .  SLAM  .  

“  alrigh’  !  that’s  it  !  i  fold  !  ”  evan  threw  her  hands  up  ,  swiveling  on  her  heel  and  making  a  b  -  line  back  to  the  front  door  ,  “  sorry  for  dragging  you  boys  in  ‘ere  but  ,  i’ll  just  buy  a  new  bloody  board  because  t’is  is  TOO  much  .  if  anyone  needs  me  ,  i’ll  be  at  saint  anne’s  ,  begging  father  kelly  for  a  fucking  vat  of  holy  wat––  ”

her  words  were  cut  SHORT  by  a  shriek  of  pure  fear  as  arms  wrapped  around  her  waist  and  YANKED  her  off  of  the  ground  ,  back  into  a  side  room  .  she  squirmed  wildly  in  their  grasp  ,  breathing  hard  to  come  by  and  heartbeat  thundering  in  her  ears  .  

“  it’s  just  ME  !  it’s  just  m––  oof  ,  ”  conan  huffed  as  her  elbow  jammed  into  his  ribcage  ,  causing  him  to  FINALLY  set  her  down  .  

the  back  of  evan’s  wrist  lifted  to  her  mouth  as  she  turned  red  in  the  face  ,  willing  herself  not  to  cry  for  the  sake  of  avoiding  anyone  telling  her  not  to  overreact  .  her  hands  shook  slightly  ,  and  she  stood  still  and  silent  until  she  finally  caught  her  breath  and  fear  morphed  into  anger  .  she  looked  back  at  the  four  boys  standing  near  the  doorway  .  adam  and  ruairi  seemed  just  as  SHOCKED  as  she’d  been  .  kieran  was  biting  back  a  laugh  .  beck  was  hiding  a  smile  .

“  i’m  gonna  kill  him  ,  ”  she  exhaled  ,  blowing  a  curl  out  of  her  face  as  she  turned  to  face  conan  ,  “  i’m  going  to  kill  you  .  ”

the  sudden  shuffle  of  movement  came  from  all  corners  of  the  room  .  conan  leapt  backwards  as  evan  lunged  at  him  .  she  didn’t  get  far  ,  though  ,  before  kieran’s  arm  slipped  around  her  stomach  and  pulled  her  back  .

“  ev  ,  ev  i’m  sorry  ,  ”  conan  said  in  between  bouts  of  laughter  ,  “  i  swear  i  wouldn’t  ‘ave  –––  i  wouldn’t  ‘ave  if  i  knew  it’d  scare  you  so  bad  but  i––  ”

“  my  god  ,  i’ve  never  seen  conan  smile  for  t’at  long  ,  ”  beck  noted  ,  shaking  his  head  with  his  arms  folded  over  his  chest  .  

“  did  you  know  ‘e  was  up  to  this  ?  ”  evan  snapped  at  her  brother  ,  but  he  held  his  hands  up  in  innocence  .  she  stilled  in  kieran’s  grasp  before  whirling  on  him  ,  “  did  YOU  ?  ”  

“  i  knew  ‘e  was  going  t’scare  you  ,  but  i  didn’t  t’ink  he’d  take  it  t’at  far  .  ”

“  ay  .  laugh  all  ye’want  ,  hughes  .  it’ll  be  good  for  you  .  make  you  look  like  less  of  a  kill  joy  ,  but  just  know  ,  ”  she  pointed  at  him  ,  narrowing  her  eyes  ,  “  i’m  coming  for  yer  eyebrows  .  ‘nd  at  least  one  is  getting  shaved  off  .  ”

conan  straightened  ,  suddenly  a  bit  more  sober  .  all  the  while  ,  evan  shoved  kieran’s  arm  off  of  her  before  abruptly  turning  and  making  her  way  out  of  the  room  .

“  FUCK  ,  i  need  more  girl  friends  ,  ”  she  muttered  to  herself  ,  raking  a  still  shaky  hand  through  her  hair  as  she  made  her  exit  .  

“  what  does  she  mean  ‘bout  just  ONE  of  me  eyebrows  ?  ”  conan  asked  .

“  i’m  going  to  go  .  .  .  take  care  of  t’at  ,  ”  beck  gestured  after  his  sister  before  giving  a  small  salute  and  also  making  his  exit  .  

“  WHAT  is  she  going  to  do  to  the  eyebrow  she  doesn’t  shave  ?  ”

“  you  guys  are  dicks  ,  ”  ruairi  chuckled  ,  ignoring  conan’s  second  question  ,  “  FUNNY  ,  but  dicks  .  ”

“  i  didn’t  ‘ave  anyt’ing  to  do  wit’  t’is  plan  ,  ”  kieran  protested  ,  “  i  was  just  along  for  the  ride  !  ”

“  lads  what  was  she  talking  about  AT  LEAST  one  eyebrow  ?  does  evan  ‘ave  a  straight  razor  ?  ”

“  silence  is  complacency  ,  my  friend  ,  ”  adam  laughed  ,  “  i  HOPE  she  gets  you  back  .  ”

all  three  of  them  began  to  make  their  exit  ,  leaving  conan  alone  in  the  room  .  

“  guys  .  .  my  EYEBROW  !  what  is  she  going  to  do  wit’  my  EYEBROW  ?  ”  the  eerie  creeks  of  an  old  ,  abandoned  house  filled  his  silence  as  his  voice  echoed  back  at  him  ,  “  aye  ,  FUCK  this  .  WAIT  UP  .  .  .  ”

[scattered-imagination]

Alpha Aizawa x ??? Yamada

A/B/O Universe ERASERMIC

When Quirks and Secondary Genders collide things are bound to get...hectic and confusing is the best way to put it.

Most Everyone Presents their Secondary Gender between the ages of 6-10, though its not unusual for the gender to settle by age 12. 

Aizawa Presented as an Alpha at age 12 and Yamada... never seemed to present as anything??

Aizawa doesn’t care about his status, just wanting to be left alone while he focused on his studies and hero work. He did give an eye-roll when everyone speculated about it saying “Beta in public, Alpha in Private”

which was true in some sense. he was a laid back individual who didn’t let a lot get to him. but during hero work or with close friends, it was very obvious that he was an alpha. able to take control, never hesitating, speaking his mind... protective when it came to a certain loud mouthed blonde. 

Aizawa and Yamada met their last year of Junior High, when Aizawa was unexpectedly transferred due to reasons unknown. Aizawa was grumpy and didn’t talk to a single person, and despite being an alpha, was teased and mocked by the other classmates.

Yamada was the one to loudly exclaim that the brunette was his friend and anyone that messed with him got a taste of the future voice hero as well. The blond made a habit everyday to sit next to aizawa, eat lunch with him, talk his ear off, help him with english, and walk him home.

at first Aizawa was pissed and grumpy about the new development... especially since he couldn’t sense Yamadas status. he just smelled like...fresh air. no musk, no sweet smelling perfume, and no subtle citrus. But after a few weeks, Aizawa found that he... wanted Yamadas friendship. two months in they started calling each other by their first names, three months in yamada convinced Aizawa to apply to UA.

Both got into UA, although Aizawa into General Ed and Yamada into 1A. but that didn’t stop them from training everynight and Yamada basically teaching Aizawa everything from his hero course to catch him up. When Aizawa beat Yamada in the sports festival, earning him a place in Hero class 1A, he realized he was falling in love with the blonde. 

BUT one thing always bothered him....Yamada never presented...ever! he tried to sniff for blockers but he could never pinpoint it. was Hizashi hurt? or was he hiding? While Alphas were prized and Betas were accepted, Omegas had varied reactions. modern day society helped to include them more... but there were very few, if any, omega heroes... and many believed that Omegas were weak and were better parents than workers. 

Throughout UA, even though Yamada was popular and very well liked, he was bullied sometimes because of his “blank” status. many calling him a freak or “blank slate”. he was loud and confident like a alpha, laid back like a beta, and caring and friendly like an Omega. Aizawa could not tell you how many times he threw someone across the training field extra hard because they were mocking his BEST friend. 

Yamada never seemed to mind, always laughing it off and blasting away his opponents with his super sonic scream. After Graduation, Yamada convinced Aizawa to move in with him to their own little apartment (maybe convince wasnt the right word...aizawa was looking for an excuse to stay with his crush). 

Living together though, revealed many things about Yamada... he blew out his parents eardrums at birth, was given up at birth, survived in foster care until he grew out of the system, was often forced to wear a muzzle until he reached a good foster home when he started UA (We have Nezu to thank for that!), and he still wouldn’t reveal anything about his secondary gender status. Aizawa started to piece some things together after that information.

and the protectiveness only increased. Yamada had to convince his friend that he didn’t need to glare at everyone that looked their way. it was a hard thing to do, but a compromise was reached. Aizawa would stop glaring at everyone who sneaked a peak at them. and yamada would cook dinners for them when their schedules aligned. in Aizawas eyes...yamada cooking for him was very intimate. 

five months into living together...aizawa confessed his attraction to the other... awkwardly albeit. Yamada froze before squealing in joy, saying he loved Aizawa as well... but he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. aizawa scoffed, calling Yamada stupid, but smiling as Yamada tackled his new boyfriend to the ground in order to get cuddles.

Years pass by, their relationship grows stronger and stronger by the day. Aizawa forgets to ask Yamada about his status, being too in love with the other. the soft cuddles, yamada massaging his sore body and humming him calming lullabies, and everything else the blonde did for him.

Aizawa did finally find out Yamadas Gender... in the worst way possible.

All Heroes were called to city center to assist in a massive villain attack. Mic and Eraserhead rushed there, working in complete sync. one would scream the villains out of the way, while the other erased the quirks and punched them out. 30 minutes in, Aizawa noticed Yamada was missing. in a panic he started to search for the other, only to see the other being thrown into a building. Aizawa rushed to his boyfriend, protecting him with a scary level of protective nature, his alpha hormones filling the air. soon the battle dies down, allowing aizawa to pick up the other, adrenaline dying off

its then that suddenly a sweet scent is filling his senses. it smells like a soft citrus perfume mixed with mint. he looks around before realizing that its coming from his unconscious partner. he sense others being attracted to where they are and runs off with Yamada in his arms, his alpha threatening to break the surface. 

Yamada wakes up in their shared bed, staring up into the eyes of a worried and exasperated Aizawa.

“omega huh?”

Yamada freezes at the others words before nodding silently, looking exhausted. he sits up, allowing the other to cuddle him close. he lets aizawa comfort himself with his scent before he explains.

when he first presented in a foster home... he was beaten so badly for presenting as a useless and weak omega. he was rushed to the hospital and a search for a new foster home began. he begged a nurse to help him get rid of his status... the nurse took pity on him and helped him implant a subtle blocker into his shoulder. it would have to be replaced every 3 years and that she would help him. 

“i owe the nurse my life...i never got another beating for being an omega again” 

even as Aizawas hackles raise in anger yamada continues on. Yamada realized after making friends with Aizawa that he didn’t need to hide... but at that point it had been habit plus...he wanted to make sure Aizawa loved him even if he was a “blank slate”.

Aizawa scoffs and scolds yamadas for thinking that a second gender means anything! look at him, a laid back alpha that could care less about what people say about him. yamada agrees, but is still shaky.

but as always aizawa proves to him that his love never changed. the other still playfully argues with him, falls asleep in his lap, traps yamada in his octopus like hugs, and still loves him to the moon and back. aizawa is still as protective of yamada as ever, which makes yamada laugh so hard in a bar one night that Aizawa has to drag him home because he is making a scene.

what happens next~?

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Crowley and Aziraphale didn’t talk about what happened at Solstice.

The week following passed normally, though, with both of them basically joined at the hip. New Year’s Eve found the two otherworldly beings once again in Aziraphale’s flat. Twin flutes of champagne clinked as the newscaster on the telly counted down to midnight along with the rest of London. Fireworks exploded in the sky, the Thames far enough away that the eruption of cheers wasn’t deafening.

Aziraphale wished he was brave enough to set their glasses on the coffee table, take Crowley’s face in his hands, and steal a kiss from the demon that he had loved for millennia. He wished he was brave enough to talk about his feelings, openly and genuinely, without the fear of being rejected. He wished he knew Crowley returned his feelings, that the demon loved him just as fiercely.

He wasn’t brave, though. At least, not brave enough to do as he wished.

Instead, the angel laced his fingers with Crowley’s free hand. He smiled at the demon’s surprised look, his eyes uncovered for once. The fireworks booming outside the window lit the sky with a kaleidoscope of color, bathing the room with light and haloing around Crowley’s copper hair.

It always hit Aziraphale at the most inopportune times, just how much he loved Crowley.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, begging to come out. The angel choked them back with a shaky breath. Rather, he raised their entwined hands and kissed the demon’s knuckles softly.

“Happy New Year, Crowley.”

Crowley was frozen where he sat, his surprised look shifting into one of astonishment before mellowing out into something softer, almost like fondness but… Different. Warmer.

“Happy New Year, angel.”

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Winter had eventually melted into spring, helped along by the dreary rain that London was known for. Aziraphale stood at the front window of the shop, the tea on the small table next to him long gone cold, as Crowley made a nuisance of himself. A record the demon had put on played softly from the gramophone on the counter.

“I think we should get out of here,” Aziraphale spit out suddenly, spinning to stare apprehensively at Crowley. The demon looked up, the paper tower he had constructed out of the angel’s record-keeping index cards collapsing immediately.

“Okay,” he drawled, an eyebrow raising in question as he stood up from his previously hunched position over the cards. “Where would you like to go, angel? I’m sure the Ritz can squeeze us in, since a table for two just opened up.”

Aziraphale only made a sort of frantic noise through his nose. His hands fluttered uselessly by his sides, clenching and unclenching with anxiety. “No- I-”

“Hey, alright, calm down, Aziraphale,” Crowley quickly rounded the counter to stand in front of the angel. He gripped his arms firmly, golden eyes glinting in concern over dark glasses. “What’s wrong?”

The angel sighed noisily, steeling himself to force the words out. “I think,” he choked out, his voice rough. He cleared his throat before continuing. “We should leave. London, that is.”

Crowley’s brows raised to his hairline, blinking at him over his lowered glasses. “What?”

“Oh, you heard me, Crowley! Don’t make me say it again!”

“Yes, I heard you, angel, but I’m not processing it!” The demon pushed his sunglasses up to rest on his forehead, releasing the angel and completely uncovering his bewildered eyes. “You love London, your bookshop is here, why would you want to leave?”

Aziraphale fiddled with his pocket watch, intent on not meeting Crowley’s gaze. A quick glance at the demon, though, only revealed questioning amber eyes.

“Well, it’s dangerous to live here right now, Crowley,” the angel began haltingly, eyes firmly planted on Crowley’s leather shoes. They were quite nice, though he imagined the demon had just wished them into existence instead of buying them at a shop. “Heaven and Hell know exactly where we are, because we haven’t done anything different in so long. They could come at any time, be that tomorrow or ten years from now! I-I don’t want them to hurt you again.” Aziraphale finally raised his head to smile at the demon, trying not to let this flash of bravery fizzle out too quickly. “I also recall asking you to run away with me during the Winter Solstice.”

It was silent a moment, every second making the angel’s anxiety grow, before Crowley snorted.

Aziraphale’s smile dropped, nonplussed at the demon’s amusement. His shoes really were quite fascinating, a second look wouldn’t hurt. “That’s really not necessary, Crowley. A simple ‘no’ would’ve-”

“No!” Crowley wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. “No, angel, I very much do.”

The angel blinked. The swirl of rejection and hurt that had started to form in his heart dissipated as he met the demon’s eyes. “You do? Really?”

Crowley, his lips still twitching with amusement, shook his head at the angel’s confused expression. “Of course I do, Aziraphale. I’d go anywhere with you.”

Aziraphale felt like he was both sinking and flying at the same time, his entire being floating as his heart clenched painfully.

“The fact you thought otherwise is hurtful and, frankly, unbecoming of you,” the demon continued after a moment, dramatically placed a hand over his ‘wounded’ heart, his face a picture of over-the-top sorrow. Aziraphale grinned at his antics, his relief almost palpable.

“Well- good!” The angel sniffed, trying to hold back his smile. “It would be a pity if you had disagreed, after all. You would be missing out on some superb tea making skills.”

“I rather think I would be missing out on a lot more than that, angel.”

Aziraphale felt his cheeks heat as met Crowley’s eyes, the demon’s own expression so soft that it sent the angel’s heart into double time. He bustled off to the tea service he had set out earlier, already talking a mile a minute in an effort to hide how flustered he was.

‘He’s going to be the end of me,’ thought Aziraphale as he watched Crowley jump up to sit on the front counter, index cards fluttering into a semi-neat pile as the demon tried to convince him that a castle would be perfect instead of some lowly house. The angel could only smile into his fresh tea, the pot steaming again with only a thought, and jump into the playful debate. ‘Not a bad way to go, though, is it?’

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It didn’t take them long to find what they were looking for. Well, not long after Aziraphale started dropping hints with newspaper clippings of houses placed where the demon was likely to find them. Hung on the front door of the shop, taped to the windshield of the Bentley, even on the demon’s pillow in his flat. It took a pile being dropped on his face while napping on the tattered couch in the back room for Crowley to get fed up and drag the angel out to look at properties.

The cottage they had decided to look at first was beautiful. The stone walls were covered in climbing ivy and a plethora of other blooming fauna surrounding the perimeter, making it resemble something out of a fairy tale. It stood on a cliff, a sheer drop only a few dozen feet from the edge of the property’s fence that opened up to the expanse of the churning ocean around them. The sea air was brisk, but rejuvenating to Aziraphalel. It was so different to London, so new.

(Well, not new, exactly. He had lived by the Roman coast during his visit in 41 AD, if only briefly. But that was neither here nor there!)

After a moment, though, the angel started to notice little things about the cottage. It had the air of being abandoned for a long while. The front garden was overgrown, wild and forest like. The stacked stone wall that surrounded the property was covered in moss and falling apart, entire sections laying defeated on the ground. The wrought iron gate was almost completely rusted over and barely hanging on by a hinge. And that wasn’t even touching on what the situation inside might have in store for them.

“This place, angel?” Crowley turned to him, his disdain evident despite the ever present sunglasses. “It’s a dump!”

“It has… Character!” Aziraphale blustered. “Really, my dear, just give it a chance!”

The demon only groaned theaterically, drawing the attention of the real estate agent standing by the worn front door. The woman smiled genially at them as the two of them approached.

“Gentlemen!” She shook their hands in turn, her grin deepening the small wrinkles by her eyes. “I’m Danielle Rochette, the realtor for this property, but you can just call me Ellie. You must be Mr. Fell and Mr. Crowley!”

Aziraphale returned her enthusiastic handshake, already liking this human. “Yes, I’m Ezra Fell and this is-”

“Anthony Crowley,” the demon cut in smoothly. His smirk disappeared for a moment as he kissed the back of the woman’s hand, causing her to let out a dreamy little “Oh!”

Crowley yelped his own “Oh!” when Aziraphale viciously pinched the back of his arm once he released the poor woman, the angel’s polite smile still in place. Crowley could only grumble and rub the attacked spot as the other two chatted idly.

They soon entered the cottage, the air a bit stale and dusty. Aziraphale had to hold in a sneeze when the door swung shut behind them. They had entered into what was probably the living room, which then led directly into the outdated kitchen at the back of the house. A hallway to the left of the front door held three doors along the same wall and was equally covered in cobwebs. The sparse furniture left behind by the previous tenant was either worn down or broken into pieces on the floor.

It was dreary and in desperate need of a good cleaning, and Aziraphale loved it.

“Listen, I know it looks bad right now,” cautioned Ellie, her nose wrinkling a bit. “But I think it would be back in tip top shape with a bit of paint, a mop, and some new furniture!”

“Oh, that would be no problem,” Aziraphale smiled, winking at Crowley with absolutely no subtlety. The demon snorted inelegantly as the realtor looked between them with a confused smile. She cleared her throat a moment later, launching into her pitch for the house. The angel nodded along, making affirming noises at the right places, but his mind was as far as it could be from the conversation.

The cottage really was what they were looking for. Aziraphale could easily picture how the place would look if they moved in; how the floorboards would gleam when they were cleaned, the fireplace cleaned out and a log crackling happily away inside, cozy blankets and throw pillows piled on the new sofa. The both of them cooking together in the remodeled kitchen, Aziraphale sneaking tastes of whatever was on the stove while Crowley halfheartedly threatened him with a wooden spoon, soft music from the gramophone enveloping them with the sense of home.

A hand on his startled Aziraphale out of his fantasy. He blinked, seeing the cottage as it actually was again. An ache started up in the region of his unneeded heart at the loss of his daydream, as sweet as it was.

Crowley had moved closer when he wasn’t paying attention, the demon’s hand slightly cooler where it was wrapped around his own. “You alright, Aziraphale?”

“Of course, darling,” the angel sighed, patting Crowley’s hand lightly before pulling away with a wistful smile. “Absolutely tickety-boo.”

The demon only raised an eyebrow at him before turning back to Ellie. The realtor had moved on to the kitchen, still going on about various facts about the property without noticing their little aside. They moved to the hallway at the front of the house soon after, disturbing the dust as they went.

The hall itself was dim, making it feel smaller than it actually was. Granted, the two windows were covered with the climbing ivy on the front of the house, allowing in barely any light.

“Now,” Ellie stopped at the last door in the hall, grinning cheekily. “We’re going to leave the best for last, so stay with me, yeah?”

When the two of them bewilderedly nodded assent, she led them into what could only be the bedroom. The same dark flooring was continued in there, making the chipping plaster walls seem brighter with the sun shining through the large windows. It was of a decent size, obviously remodeled at some point in its history.

“This is the master suit, since this a one bedroom property, but I think it’s perfectly fine for two gents such as yourselves.” Ellie stood by the door with a smile, allowing them to take their fill of the room.

Her words caught up with Aziraphale a moment later, setting his face aflame. He hadn’t even thought of the sleeping situation, since he rarely partook in the activity. He also hadn’t thought how it would look for two men to be buying a one bedroom house together.

As he tried to nervously correct her, though, Crowley only sidled up next to him and wrap an arm around his waist. It was very effective in stopping his witless stammering, at the very least.

“Well, I think it’s perfect for what we’re going for. Don’t you, angel?” The demon’s smile was positively saccharine, his voice like candied honey. The thread of teasing amusement was hard to miss, too.

“I-I mean- Well, yes, of course-”

Ellie had a hand covering her mouth in an attempt to hide her smile, though her laughter was a bit harder to conceal. She led them out of the room, Aziraphale’s face still dreadfully warm. Crowley had released him, thankfully, as they came up to the next door in the hall.

This one opened into a terribly outdated bathroom. Salmon colored tiles covered the walls, while aquamarine tiles of a different size made up the floor. It made the small room feel even more confined. Even the angel couldn’t stop himself from grimacing as he looked in horror. The only saving grace (no pun intended) was the large white clawfoot tub that dominated the space.

“There’s no windows,” commented Crowley, his eyebrows making a break for his hairline as he looked over Aziraphale’s shoulder in disgusted awe.

Ellie, on the other hand, only grinned mischievously at them. “That’s where the best is saved for last.” She ushered them back into the hall before gesturing to the door nearest the entrance to the hall. “I know you were looking for an office to store your books, Mr. Fell. I think you’ll rather fancy this room.”

The two otherworldly beings glanced at each other, equally perplexed, before the angel turned the knob. For a few moments, he could only stare in wonder.

The room opened into a short hall spanning the length of the bathroom, floor to ceiling shelves running along the right wall. It opened up to a fairly large room, about half the size of the bedroom, with the other two walls covered in the same shelves.

The back wall, however, was almost entirely comprised of glass. A set of glass double doors at the center led out into a sunroom at the back of the house, very reminiscent of a greenhouse. The view was facing the back garden, which was closed off with more of the collapsing rock wall. After that was the cliff behind the property, with the rolling ocean right beyond it all the way to the horizon. It was breathtaking.

“Oh my,” breathed the angel, utterly overcome with emotion as he looked around at all the empty shelves. The windows let in an enormous amount of light, making the room feel open and airy and perfect.

“The current owners put that in around seven years ago,” Ellie said brightly. She opened up the glass doors to allow them into the sunroom. “Trying to make it more interesting, I reckon.”

Crowley gently led him through the sunroom and out to the back garden. The salty air hit him with the force of a blow, effectively breaking the trance the office had placed on him. The sun had finally broken free from the cloud cover, warming the small group as they stood in the overgrown grass. Aziraphale, still amazed by the view, felt something brush his hand softly. Without even thinking about it, the angel wrapped his hand around Crowley’s, trying to ignore how his heartbeat kicked up a notch at the simple touch.

“I’m going to be frank with you, if I may,” Ellie started slowly, her red painted mouth turned down. The wind whipped her chestnut hair around her face, pulling it from its previously tidy bun. “The previous owner died some time ago. Her husband had passed years before her, so she was alone when she finally followed him. Their sons live in the city and want nothing to do with the property, hence why it’s in such disrepair. I’ve been the agent for this place since I started selling real estate, probably some 10 years ago now, though no one has been keen to fix this place up like it should be.”

Aziraphale hummed. A glance at Crowley emboldened him when the demon smirked and shrugged fluidly, the creaking of his leather jacket almost lost in the wind. “Well, I think we’re very keen. Cleaning this place up shouldn’t take too much time, and our godson and his friends would love to play at the beach during the summers.” The angel smiled brightly at the woman, who mirrored his grin.

“Fantastic! Let’s see to some paperwork, shall we?”

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[beginning] // [previous chapter] // [next chapter]

[thoughtsofdarc]

Wasteland - Part 8

Summary:  After the mighty attack from the creatures above, the entire world is in ruins. the people left fight for their survival. Jeanne is one of them, one of the strongest survivers - but is she strong enough to fight and survive in the long run? first against the monsters, then against ordinary humans? And what about the Avengers, those who got blamed for the disaster, are they alive? can they help?

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes appears in this. Warnings:  Angst, fighting, and frustrations! Words: 2379

A/N: A new chapter for you guys, just because i feel like im in a good and giving mood today ;)  Enjoy.

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

In our tent after the meeting, my father sat down on the cot and rested his elbows on his knees, as he ran his hands frustrated through this hair. Dog went over and nudged him with a whimper, making my father sigh in defeat and mindlessly scratch behind the big furry ears.

"You aren't a beast, are you?" he said to Dog, who in return cocked his head to the side and looked at my father as if he said "No! And that General is a jerk!"

I couldn't help but to smile a little. In the midst of disaster, my hardboiled father still talked to Dog as if he understood every word... Which I sometimes think he did.

I was about to say something, when the front of the tent rustled and without warning three men stepped in. It was the Captain, Bucky and Sergeant Major Colbert.

"Agent Y/L/N. Miss Y/N" Steve nodded in greeting and my father stood up to meet the men eye to eye.

Colbert went over to my side, paler as ever, and swung his arm around my shoulder. He was tired, I could see it in his eyes, but he still greeted me with a smile. Ever since I saved his life, twice, we had gotten somewhat of a brother/sister relationship. I worried about him and he protected me for all he could.

"Are you okay?!" I whispered to the tall broad man, that didn't seem so big and strong anymore. He smiled down at me and nodded, but the smile didn't reach his eyes for real. And a knot formed in my stomach. What was wrong with my friend? Dog patted over to Bucky, and looked up at him, waiting for the soldier to scratch his head and he did. On so many levels, Bucky seemed angry and withdrawn, I knew by now that he wasn't really, it was just a facade to protect himself. But with Dog, the former assassin was soft as butter and it was nice to witness.

 "You have to pack up your things and get out of here Y/F/N. Take Y/N and Dog and get to safety, please!" Steve started, but my father started to interrupt him. "The General has issued an arrest warrant on you Y/F/N. He sees you as a problem because you work against his orders!" the Captain looked my father directly in the eyes as he talked and my father shut up with a stunned expression painted in his eyes.

 "That son of a bitch!" my father mumbled as he turned around to look away from the rest of us, as he furiously and frustrated ran his hands down his face. He turned around to look at Steve again and said "You know I can't let him do this, right? I can't let him kill all those innocent people?!"

 I stepped forward and reached for my father, grabbing his arm to get his attention. "Dad, we can't stay here if he is gonna arrest you. We need to go!" I begged him and even Dog came over to us and whimpered, as he nudged my father's hand.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to kiss the top of my head and said "I just can't let him do it, Darling. Its innocent people, they deserve a chance to live... even in this hell of a world"

 "That's where we come in" Colbert's voice broke our little moment and I turned to follow my father's gaze over to the Sergeant Major.

"Mr. Stark has already left to warn the population in the areas that will be hit first. Cap and Sergeant Barnes take two other directions and warn them and I will take the last one" Colbert smiled to the two other men, as if he silently asked if they wanted to add anything to the explanation. Bucky cleared his throat and looked at my father that still had his arm draped over my shoulder "There's focus on you and Y/N, Agent Y/L/N. The General don't suspect anyone but you to do anything reckless, which gives the four of us the perfect opportunity to get this done" he pointed to himself, Steve and Colbert and made a gesture with the hand, indicating he meant Tony too.

"Colbert and Bucky leaves tonight, one early this evening and one during the night, I'll go tomorrow... They won't notice 2 men missing, with hours between them, but if we all disappear at once, it will raise suspicion" Steve said "And we need you and Y/N to go home... Or at least pretend you do and travel that way. We need to have the Generals focus on you guys"

 I looked up at my father and I could read the desperation in his eyes. He wasn't one to back out of anything, but he could see the point of their plan and slowly he nodded and looked down and said to me "What do you say, sweetheart? Should we be the decoy for this operation and hopefully save a lot of people?"

I smiled at him, my father, my hero, and nodded in agreement "Yeah, let's fuck the general's plan up and give him more lives to tend to after the bombings"

My father chuckled and kissed my forehead "That's my girl! Alright guys, you have your decoy... We will leave tomorrow morning. You just make sure to save as many as possible and that is an order"

 The three men looked at each other, exchanging silent words before Colbert spoke up again "There's just one more thing... One thing we need you to do"

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The plan was set in motion, including the little favor they needed from my father. Our few belongings were all packed up and ready in our tent, a radio amongst them graciously stole from the army and smuggled in to our tent by none other than Bucky a few minutes before he had left the camp, to go warn the civilians of what were to come.

I had my bow in hand, my gun by my side and Dog walking next to me.

My father looked at me from the corner of his eye and mumbled "Are you ready for this?" and I nodded, tightening my grip on the bow.

 We marched up to the tent where the General and his men were sitting, studying maps and talking with loud voiced and big hand gestures.

"General!" My father's voice boomed, catching the focus of all the men at the tent and a few soldiers roaming around camp.

 Steve needed us to get into a fight with the General, one that made him so mad at us, that his entire focus would be on getting us the hell out of there, but preferably not getting us locked up.

My father walked over to the table and started a discussion with the high ranked soldiers, demanding them to stop the bombing plans, or at least wait a few days, so the safe zones could be cleared out. Just as expected, the General didn't listen to a word my father said, he only saw a man huffing and puffing in front of him and like any other animal on this planet, he saw a threat to his position on the power, making him want to protect his leadership.

 It was easy to provoke him... A little too easy almost. Because suddenly he stood up and yelled "Agent Y/L/N, stand down or I will have you arrested for hindering military business!"

I don't think my father really heard the Generals words, because he kept arguing his case to help the innocent, but in such a manner that he seemed threatening.

Suddenly the general nodded to a couple of his men, and I knew... I knew my father was about to be put in cuffs and thrown into the darkest pit the General could find.

 "Dad!" I shouted, making him shut up and realize what was happening. He took a few steps back, as I took a few steps forward, not thinking much, just reaching into my quiver and fishing out an arrow and put it on the string. I aimed it right at the Generals head with a scowl daring him to move.

"Y/N, don't do anything stupid" The general said in a calm voice, but his eyes showed anything else. He held up his hands, both to stop his men from grabbing my father and to show me that he wasn't doing anything else.

 "I think our time here is over, General. My dad, my dog and myself are gonna go grab our things and go home now... That's what you wanted, right? You leave us alone, and I promise we will all go away. We won't bother you anymore... Right dad?"

This was all part of our plan, it had just gone a little too well and I wasn't actually supposed to threaten the General. But life happens, and there we were.

My father agreed and I raised an eyebrow at the General "So...? Are we free to go, or are you going to be a jackass?"

 The anger burning in the Generals eyes said more than words, but he slowly nodded and told his men to stand down "You are free to go. But if you aren't gone within 30 minutes...." He let the threat hang in the air.

"Trust me... We'll be gone by then" I said and lowered my bow, but didn't remove the arrow. I backed away, led by my father and quickly we made our way to the tent.

 Inside we grabbed our things and jogged towards the exit of the camp, only to be stopped by Steve right before we got there.

"Everything gone as planned?" he asked, looking around making sure nobody was listening.

"Better than planned... My little firecracker over here threatened to put an arrow in his head... I promise you, all eyes are on us for the next couple of hours" he pointed to me and Steve's brows shot up in surprise. I just shrugged and gave him a sly smile.

That made him chuckle and shake his head "I sure did get you wrong from the start, didn't I Y/N?"

He grabbed my father's hand and shook it, as he said "Be careful, stay safe... That is an order!" and patted his shoulder. Then he turned to me and reached out his hand to me too "See you guys when this is all over, okay?"

"You too Cap. Get your group and meet us at the mountain" I smiled at him before I added "That's an order" making the two men laugh.

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 I was in shock over the amount of destruction that had happened in the city in the weeks I'd been in the camp. The streets where I had walked with Dog, after we left the truck were completely trashed. Store windows were broken, glass scattered all over the street. Bodies were left to rotten in the baking sun. Personal items were thrown all over and everything just reeked of chaos and destruction.

 We were followed by soldiers all the way to where the truck was hidden. My heart was hammering in my chest and my father kept telling me to stay calm. He could practically feel my nerves.

But how could I stay calm? We were followed by soldiers that surely were ordered to arrest us, or worse, if we deterred from the plan. We had to be on constant watch, not to be ambushed by black creatures and a part of me was sure that our truck was gone, or destroyed like the rest of the city.

 When we got to the warehouse, the soldiers had fallen back. They were still following us, but not in the same pace as before and that told me that they would soon go back to camp.

The warehouse looked even more rampaged than when I was there the first time, so much so, that my hopes of finding our truck in one piece almost equaled zero.

 But by some crazy wonderful miracle it was still there. Hidden away under the tarp. All our belongings and canned goods were still safely stored in the back, and nothing was changed except for a layer of dust covering everything.

My father smiled big and ruffled my hair, before he tore the tarp all the way off the truck and threw it away. "Let's go home, shall we?" he asked and I smiled genuinely for the first time in weeks. Home... We were finally going home.

 The roar of the engine was strangely calming, and even before we had left the darkness of the warehouse, I was sat back with my head against the side of the car, next to an open window.

When we drove out on the street, the soldiers had finally caught up and had to jump back to not get hit by the truck. My father couldn't help but to smirk and I might have waved goodbye to them with my hand out of the open window and my middle finger stretched out.

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 We drove for ours, making several stops along the way. By every single store that might have something we could use, we made a hold and took what we needed. My father no longer cared for putting money on the counter "Being polite is no longer needed Y/N, our survival is"

 Canned food, dried food, long lasting food items and clothes to last a lifetime. We cleared out a store for hunters, fishing enthusiasts and outdoor people in general. We found seeds and things that we could bring to the mountain to plant and later harvest.

"If we do this right, we will be able to supply ourselves with more food than we can eat till the day we die" my father said, and his words had a strangely calming effect on me. It was nice to know, that he truly believed that we could survive without the rest of the world.

 With the truck filled to the brim, we finally made our way towards the mountain for what was supposed to be the last time.

But things never go as planned, do they?

Part 9 

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Dark's Heart (part 6)

Dark took you around the first floor. You go into the studio for Willford and Bim. You run around so excited looking the cameras, props, outfits, the set ,and even a stage for performances. While there you tell Willford if he still wanted to do that interview for fun.

"Yes!! My journalism skills will astound you." Willford winks at you and drags Bim to help him set thing up.

"Why did you have to humor him..." Dark pinches the bridge of his nose already hating this.

"Come on he asked. Besides it looks fun. And how about I do this and you can go off and do your work." You smile up a Dark. You did feel bad about keeping him from his work.

"I said it can wait. I don't want to leave you alone with him. Who knows what will do." Dark watches Bim set up two chairs and the lights and Willford curls his pink mustache at the ends to look good.

"Ok stay and suffer." You laugh. You go to sit at the chair that faces Willford ready for questions.

"Will please don't stab me at the end of this or shove a boom box in my face. I want to live to finish my shows." You give him your pinky.

Will takes it with his, "I promise for you. But the boom box is out of my hands." Will sits up and begins. "So (Y/N) you have become quite the internet sensation after the great boop. How are you handling your fame."

"Well I did have a run in with some not so happy people but other than that the community thought I was really funny and thought is was brave. I mean come on look at him." You look over at Dark. "He was asking for it." Dark rolls his eyes.

"True true he did. Speaking of that. What exactly is this thing going on between you two hmmmm?" Will raises an eyebrow and leans in.

"O that. Yea so Dark helped me out in a situation and now I owe him. So im here til the date has been done." You say smiling.

"Dark. That guy." Will looks at a brooding Dark. "Helped you? Well am I in an alternate universe now? Are still talking about the same man?"

"I know right? Yes sir that guy. But you know I own him now because of it so he so planed that. But you know while I got him here mind as well have some fun with the guy." You laugh.

"Ooooo your talking about the texting. I may have peeked at a few of those. Might I say the one about if he really is evil enough to steal candy from a baby was great." Willford saids smiling.

"He said you did that once." You look at Willford with a smirk.

"Hey that little brat took the last box of gummy bears. It was fair game." Willford tries to act innocent.

"Sure keep telling yourself that." You laugh.

"He does all the time." Bim saids holding the boom box.

"Hey hey Willford doesn't take shit from no one. But you get off because your so cute." Willford winks at you. Dark glares at Willford from that.

"Anyway moving on. You have been putting quite the charms are good old Darkiplier here." Willford tugs his suspenders.

"Really?" You look back at Dark smiling. "How so?"

"O he has toned down the evil. And I may or may not have seen a picture of you on his phone that the stares at from time to time." Willford wiggles his mustache.

"We are done here." Dark tugs you out of the seat. "Lets go."

You tug back. "Wait I want to hear more about this. its very interesting!" You tease Dark.

Dark picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He gave no choice and takes you out of the studio. You yell back at Will and Bim that you had fun. Dark leads you to where the Googles take care of all the electronics and technology of the house. You go to Green, Red, and Yellow and ask who was the cutest out of the four. Green and Red said Yellow instantly and you laugh telling Yellow he was a sweet cinnamon roll. Dark takes you away again still over his shoulder to his office and only backs in for a peek and then takes you away. Then you look at Dr.Iplier's clinic to be greeted by him looking at you and Dark with a confused expression. He gives you a lollypop and you reach for it but Dark whisks you away before you could get it. You act like a kid and repeatedly smack his back saying no fair. He said he doesn't care and lets you continue to smack him, he smiles at your attempts to hurt him. He makes his way to the garage and you get a peek at the cars; one pink, another sleek black, a old truck, and a van. Next is the kitchen he only makes a walk around and you look around and then he heads upstairs.

"Hey are you going to put me down soon? Aren't you tired?" You ask.

"Are you questioning my strength?" Dark chuckles. "Please this is nothing. Although maybe you should consider losing a few pounds."

You smack him again. "Rude!!" Dark actually laughs. It takes you by surprise and it makes your heart skip a beat at the sound of him laughing softly. You smile happily to yourself.

Dark only walks around to show each ego's door to their room. The others poke their heads out of their rooms to see Dark walk down the hall with you over his shoulder. Host doesn't look out his room but can hear your voices pass his room and he opens the door to his room. "Host has the list that (Y/N) wanted for books... (Y/N) is in a states where they can not take anything at the moment however." Host holds the list to himself.

"Oooo I want it!! Please!!" You beg Dark to let you down. He does without question and you walk up to Host. He holds out the list and you take it carefully from his hands. "Thank you so much Host. I will read them all!!" You hug Host happily. He is taken back by it but he returns the hug shyly. You let him go and Dark drags you again. This time Ed pops his head out of his room with his calculations to prices for your games. You take it and hug him too and he bear hugs you. Dark growls at that and takes you again. You keep getting stopped by the others and you hug them all after talking to them. Dark finally had it and scoops you up again and takes you to his room.

His room is gray with all black modern style furniture. He has another smaller desk by a wall and beside it is a book shelf. A window that looks outside the front yard with a good view of the sun setting. He has a simple entertainment center with a flat screen T.V and the foot of his bed is facing it. Beside his bed is a small table with a lamp and his closet is open to show it is a walk in one.

"Fancy. Its so.. Dark." You say with a sophisticated tone.

"You actually went there." Dark groans. He puts you down infront of him. He didn't realize how close you were to him when he put you down. You were inches from each others faces. Your chest and his are practically against each other. Dark can feel your chest go out when you take a breath and he can clearly see the color of your eyes picking out every shade. You can see his eyes too, thinking they were black but then realize they have hints of brown to them. You both look at each other for a while then you turn your head and see music sheets on Dark's small desk.

"You write music?" You tilt your head. You walk to his desk and pick it up.

"I do at times. Helps me relax." Dark watches you looking through the paper.

"You relax? That's rare." You say still skimming through the paper. "Can I have a demo?" You look at Dark with a tilt head and soft smile.

The smile did it for him. That dam smile he thought. He takes your hand and pulls you into his void and your now in his office. You look around more. A large desk in the center of the room and a larger bookshelf off to the side filled with books and binders. then you notice the piano at the corner. You walk over to it, its so pretty and smooth and of course its black.

Dark sits on the bench and looks at you. "Well?" You sit beside him. He puts the sheet music up and puts his hands on the keys. His hands move so gracefully along the keys. The tone starts off heavy like a storm and then hits a high point. It goes deeper and deeper then suddenly stops and transitions to a lighter tone. You look up at Dark, his eyes are closed and he focuses on the keys. The sound is so sweet now and calming. It gives off a feeling of being content and at peace. It ends with a soft tone and Dark opens his eyes and looks down at the keys.

"Wow... that was amazing. Does it have a name?" You look at him curious.

Dark looks at you. "It doesn't. I don't usually name them."

"Well you should. Gives it good meaning." You smile up at him.

Dark studies you. You put your attention to the piano and play some keys randomly. He looks at your eyes, down to your hands on the keys, and then up to your lips. He just focuses on your lips remembering when he brushed his thumb over them as you slept. They felt so warm and soft, it felt different to him. He touched his own while you were distracted, more firm and cold. He had the sudden urge to test if he can warm his with yours. Dark faces you and leans in slowly his other hand beginning to reach your cheek to make you face him. But then your phone goes off making him back off.

"O shit its late!! I really should get going now." You look at Dark having no clue what he was trying to do. "Umm do you think you can just plop me back home?" 

Dark looks at you for a while longer before he answers. "If it gets you out of here sooner be my guest." He snaps his fingers and a void pops up. You sit up and walk to it nervous. "Im not going to send you to a different dimension if that what you are wondering."

"Somewhat disappointing but ok." You poke your head into it and are greeted with your bedroom. You come back out and face Dark. "Thanks for the tour. Your house is very lively. Got to end this last day with a bang right?"

Dark remembers the date is tomorrow. The last day he will see you. "If that's what you say then. Im just going to be glad to rid of you at this point."

"Awwww your so going to miss me. who else will send you all the texts and important phone calls." You laugh. "Goodnight Darkiplier. See you tomorrow for our date." You walk into the void and it disappears once you make it to your room. You get into pajamas and lay in bed. You start to think of all the fun you had and get sad. You don't want it to end. You think of Dark more and cuddle into your pillow more and blush thinking of his eyes.

Dark sits at his piano. He plays the soft part of the song he played for you slowly. He runs a hand through his hair frustrated. He thinks to himself why he almost tried to kiss you, why did he even think of it. Your date was it, your final day with him and he had been wanting to get it over with. Now he wants you to stay longer. To make an excuse to prolong it but he cant think of a good reason why. He begins to play a new tune he made on the spot. It sounds so soft and lovely. Comparing it to a feeling of longing and needing of you. It was a clear feeling of wanting you near him. Dark stops and takes out a pencil and writes down the notes.

Dark feels it again that thing in his chest thumping away. He clenches his chest, why does it do that the thinks. There it goes.

Thump Thump. He pictured your eyes.

Thump thump* He pictured your face.

Thump Thump* He sees your smile.

Thump Thump Thump* He thinks of how you feel so close to him.

Thump Thump Thump* Your lips so soft.

Thump Thump Thump Thump* The thought of his lips crushing into yours.

"(Y/N).... why do you do this to me..." Dark whispers.

[dong-hyucks]

Intellectual ; Hyuk [pt!one]

Characters: Hyuk (Sanghyuk) / Reader / ft. VIXX Genre: Fluff near the end, slight (extremely slight... like you have to squint to see it) angst, College AU A/N: mind you i dont know how college works bc guYs Im fOuRtEeN

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    You sighed, fatigue filling your body and mind. You had been sitting through classes all day and you were tired. Thankfully the day’s almost over, you thought with a huff. Can’t wait to finally go home and pass out. You tapped your pencil on the desk, earning the exhausted glares from your peers. Truthfully, you had never truly been liked at school; much less at college.

    [Y/N]’s really dumb, they’d say, don’t hang around them. Though their words hurt, you didn’t really have the guts, nor the voice to stand up for yourself. Ever since you were in your last year of grade school, everyone had teased you and called you names. Dumb was one of the many.

    “As you all know, there are only two months left of school,” your English professor, Mr. Yoon, said near the end of class. “Now before you graduate, I have a bit of a project for you, as may your other teachers.” Mr. Yoon made his way to the large, wooden desk at the front. “Throughout the year, you’ve explored and learned about the English language. Now, you will take that knowledge and use it.”

    A collective hum loomed over the room. Your peers whispered to their neighbours, each a curious conversation. “You will be writing a story,” Mr. Yoon continued. “It can be as long as you’d like, but it must be at least five chapters long.” You bit back a smile. You always had a love for writing. Your older brother, who had taken Mr. Yoon’s course before, told you about this final project (which helped you choose his class.)

    Of course, you had written stories before. They, however, were in Korean, since you moved to Korea from [country] when you were five. The challenge of writing a story in English excited you.

    “This project will be done in pairs, which I have chosen.”

     Your happiness soon drained. Partners? You didn’t have any acquaintances in this class; no one even liked to talk to you.  “Before you complain, I have partnered you up based on who I think you will work well with.” Mr. Yoon glanced at the class over his thick-rimmed glasses. “You cannot switch partners.”

    You felt your stomach sink as he began to call names. It felt like an eternity before he called yours.

    “[Y/F/N] and Han Sanghyuk.”

    At that moment, you made eye contact with Chaerin, Sanghyuk’s hardcore admirer. She had a frown on her face, which many of her friends caught. Soon, they were all glaring at you whilst simultaneously comforting Chaerin. You gulped thickly, looking down at your lap nervously. 

    You knew who Sanghyuk was, well actually. He had been your classmate since your third year in high school, when he had transferred from Daejeon. Back then, you had a major crush on him. He was sweet, funny, and kind to everyone. Or so you thought. You were foolish back then, liking someone for who they seemed to be; not getting to know them.

    It didn’t take long after he transferred for him to jump on the bandwagon. Then, he too teased you and called you names. To you, he was just like the rest of them. A cold-hearted bully who didn’t care about how you, or anyone else felt.

    From then, you deemed everyone around you as selfish. Rude. Conceited. The list goes on.

    “Class dismissed,” Mr. Yoon said finally. Quickly packing up your things, hastily shoving them into your bag, you rushed out of the classroom, but not before you overheard Sanghyuk talking to his friend.

    Running a hand through his dyed ash blond hair, Sanghyuk frowned. “I can’t believe I have to be partners with [Y/N],” he muttered, shaking his head as he piled up his notes haphazardly. “I’m probably going to have to do the whole project by myself.”

    His friend, Hongbin, slapped him on the back. “Cheer up, man. It might not be that bad.”

    Not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation, you rushed home with a furrowed brow. You greeted your mom with null enthusiasm before trudging up the stairs and into your room. Despite being a college student, you still lived with your mom. It was mainly because you were worried about her health; she always had a weak immune system and as she grew older it got worse. Since she was constantly bedridden, you had to pay for the house yourself, which is hard as a college student.

    Thankfully, at the moment your mom was well. She hadn’t been sick for a few weeks now, but she forbid you say anything ��in case you jinx it.’ 

    You let out a groan, burying yourself in your blanket. You were not excited about the project anymore, not in the slightest. Rolling onto your back, you stared up at the ceiling in wonder. You could remember laying down with your mom when you were younger, pretending the small bumps and grooves in the pristine, white ceiling were stars.

    Memories like that brought you peace.

    Suddenly, a thought hit you. You shot out of bed and headed for your laptop. After opening it, you started a new e-mail.

    Dear Mr. Yoon...

    Minutes later, you had successfully composed an e-mail expressing why you could not work with Sanghyuk. You also asked to work alone, as that would be best for you mentally.

    “[Y/N]! Come down for dinner,” you heard your mom called. Sighing, you sent the letter and headed downstairs.

    The next day, you received a reply from Mr. Yoon. It didn’t say anything about the project. In fact, it didn’t say much at all. All the e-mail had said was ‘come to class a bit earlier.’ You didn’t question it much. Perhaps he wanted to talk about the project in depth and in person. Shrugging it off, you did as told and came earlier than usual.

    Mr. Yoon was sat at his desk, hunched over the mess of papers atop of it. Knocking on the door to signal your presence, you entered the class. You weren’t used to it being so empty. You were often the last to arrive and the first to leave.

    Looking up, Mr. Yoon forced a smile, circling something, most likely a mark, before turning to you completely. “You’ve voiced your concerns to me about the project, as you know.” 

    Nodding slowly, you stopped in front of his desk. “I just don’t think we’ll be able to work together.”

    A moment of silence passed before Mr. Yoon leaned forward. “[Y/N], your mother contacted me at the beginning of this class.” You blinked, processing the newfound information slowly. “She mentioned that you aren’t exactly a people person.” You mentally groaned.

    As if he read your mind, Mr. Yoon chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not a people person either, yet here I am, teaching dozens of people five times a week.” He gave you a gentle smile, “I understand that it may be difficult for you to work with others. Not everyone can, and that’s fine. But as your teacher, I want to help you with this. Working with others is a necessary component in a successful life, something you’re probably tired of hearing.”

    “Both you and Sanghyuk are at the same level in your education, essentially. You both have very different personalities, something I’ve observed in the past few months, but when it comes to class you are both hard workers.” Mr. Yoon began to frown. “I’ve recently been informed that people have been calling you unintelligent.”

    You winced, nodding. “Who told you that?”

    Mr. Yoon pursed his lips, “no one. Anyway, I think this is a great opportunity to prove everyone wrong. I’m your teacher, I know you’re very intelligent. What better way to prove them wrong by getting the best grade in the class?”

    Chuckling, you shook your head. “I don’t think I’ll get the best grade, honestly.”

    He rolled his eyes. “Please, you’ve constantly been in the top three this year.”

    Clearing his throat, he glanced at the clock. There was only a minute or two until students would start filling the large class. “Now, enough of this ‘I want to work alone’ nonsense. Listen to what I’ve told you and think about it, alright?”

    As if on cue, Sanghyuk and Hongbin entered the room. You noticed right away that Sanghyuk definitely wasn’t in a good mood. He wore a major frown and glared at you before heading to his usual spot. Biting your lip, you made your way to the back, where you usually sat. 

    You mentally screamed. You couldn’t believe that you actually had to work with him for two months. 

    Soon enough, class was dismissed. Before you could bolt out of the room, you were stopped by Hongbin, who had grabbed onto your arm. Your heart began to race, your introvert self coming out. Apparently, your panic showed as Hongbin quickly released you, keeping you close however.

    “Calm down,” he said, raising a brow. “Hyuk just wanted me to stop you. He wants to start today.” Hyuk? Chuckling at your confused expression, he clarified. “Sanghyuk.”

    “[Y/N].”

    You jumped, turning around to face the voice, only to be met with someone’s chest. You stepped back and looked up, making eye contact with Sanghyuk. Only then did you realize just how tall the man was. “Give me your number.” He had his phone held out.

    You blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

    Sanghyuk rolled his eyes. “We’re partners for this project. We’re going to need to meet up at some point and we can’t do that if you’re so unwilling to communicate with me.” You flinched at his tone, along with his words. Muttering under your breath you took the phone, choosing to ignore his background, and added your number in his contacts. 

    You had to refrain yourself from snorting at the amount of girls he had in his contacts with the skull emoji next to their names.

    There was an uncomfortable silence as Sanghyuk typed something into his phone, both you and Hongbin watching him awkwardly. Your phone dinged. Taking it out, you scoffed at the message you received.

    “I’ve got to go,” you mumbled, adjusting your bag’s strap on your shoulder. “Just text me when you want to meet, I guess.” 

    With that, you were off. Seconds after you departed with the boys, your phone dinged once again. 

    (123) 456-7890 ; now     Today at 6. Text me your address

    You rolled your eyes at his straight-forwardness and kept on. “Hello,” your mom said from the kitchen once you got home. 

    “Hi,” you replied as you took off your sneakers. “Someone from school’s going to be over later for a project.” Reaching over to kiss your mom on the cheek, you headed up the stairs, sending your address to Sanghyuk as you did.

    It wasn’t long before Sanghyuk arrived at your house. Your mom had made a huge deal about it, evaluating the male once he took a step into your house. “He’s a looker,” your mom had said, much to your chagrin. You could’ve sworn, Sanghyuk blushed when she said that.

    Now, Sanghyuk sat in your room as the two of you brainstormed in silence. You had both agreed on a realistic plot line, though you had no idea what the plot line was. “What about a college student struggling to make ends meet?” Sanghyuk suggested after a while. “It’s realistic and definitely relatable.”

    You bit back a sarcastic laugh, “I can definitely relate,” you mumbled under your breath.

    “What?”

    Shaking your head, you sat back on your bed. “Nothing. Let’s do that.”

    Hours would pass, with you and Sanghyuk plotting out most of the story. By the time it was nine o’clock, all that was left to plot was the ending. Before you could even get to that, a knock sounded at your door. “Come in,” you called.

    Seconds later, your mom poked her head in. “[Y/N] dear, you haven’t eaten yet.” You nodded in confirmation, the feeling of hunger only just settling in your stomach. “Have you eaten yet, Sanghyuk?” she asked with a small smile.

    Sanghyuk straightened his back with a small shake of his head. “No, not yet Mrs. [L/N].” Your mom looked as if he had just offended her. She entered the room completely, hands on her hips.

    “Both of you need to eat to function properly, you know.” Despite her scolding words, her voice remained gentle, something you loved about her. “[Y/N], be a dear and come help me bring up some dinner for the two of you.” She paused. “Sanghyuk, are you allergic to anything?”

    When he shook his head no, she beamed. “Great!” she exclaimed with a clap. “[Y/N], come.”

    You put down your pencil on your desk, quickly escaping the room. You hadn’t even noticed that three hours had passed. Working with Sanghyuk was surprisingly easy. 

    While you prodded around the kitchen, your mom gave Sanghyuk an apologetic smile. “I would like to apologize on [Y/N]’s behalf.” Sanghyuk furrowed his brows. “They’re not exactly the most outspoken person, if you couldn’t tell. They’ve struggled quite a bit for as long as I can remember with speaking in front of others.” 

    Sanghyuk’s eyes widened when she began to bow her head, standing up immediately. “You don’t need to apologize,” he rushed, “working with [Y/N] has been great.” He reassured her. That’s a lie, he thought, it’s been awkward as hell.

    At his words, she looked as if she were about to cry tears of joy. “That’s good,” she sighed, “I’m always worried that [Y/N] will grow up to be alone. After their dad left, she couldn’t make any friends, sadly.”

    When she heard you call for her from the kitchen, she excused herself and left Sanghyuk alone. He frowned, thinking about what your mom had said. Before he could come to any conclusions, you re-entered the room, hands full with plates of food.

    Silently, he stood up and took the plates from your hands, placing them on the desk himself. You raised a brow at his sudden kind behaviour. “Did my mom tell you something?”

    Sanghyuk thought for a moment and he thought hard. “Can you tell me something?” he mumbled after a while. In response, you sat down and leaned back. “When I transferred all those years ago, everyone told me to stay away from you because of your intellectuality. How, or rather, why did that start?”

    The room went quiet. Sanghyuk kept his eyes glued to a grain of rice on the plate, unwilling to look you in the eye. After what seemed like forever, you opened your mouth to reply.

    “It started because the people around me are blinded by their selfish desires.”