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Chapter 258

Trey

Lane turns around and grabs my face. He kisses me then frown his face up at me. I love his personality. He loves playing games and trying to make people laugh. His games are never evil or get him in trouble. He kisses me again. I bite at him then kiss him back. He frowns again making a funny face this time. I chuckle.

"Dylan!" Cammie snaps.

"No." He says hiding.

I help him hide under the pillows of the couch. JJ bounces into the room followed by Cammie. She had a towel and clothes in her hands.

"Where is Lane?"

"I don't know."

She looks behind her. "I sent him in here to you. He didn't come back out of here."

I shrug. "Oh. Why you need him?"

"It's time for a bath. The water got green bubbles." JJ says excited.

"I here." Lane says revealing himself.

JJ spins around like he shocked. "Lane!"

"Come on." Cammie says walking back out the room. "Lane you were hiding from me?"

"Yeah." He says excited.

I answer my phone. It's Chris. "What's up?"

"She just had low blood. It's fucking low as shit. They had me fucking shitting bricks. I need to get better at thinking under pressure."

"Shit don't get easier."

He sighs. "I'm just glad you there and going through this shit before me. I got you by my side."

"I'm already married but you can be my side bitch."

"I ain't paying you no fucking attention. We probably gonna come by there after she sees the doctor. I hope she don't need to be admitted. Oh she is going to talk to her parents on her own. Without me. So they can talk shit about me."

"Why on her own?"

He takes a few seconds. "Cause I have been working my ass off to make her feel better these past few days. She been giving me her ass to kiss. She admitted it and to make up for it she gone talk to her parents alone."

"I mean I get that but you still don't want to put it off on her. Be there still."

"I like punishment better."

I chuckle. "No you don't. Cause when she sad..."

"Yeah." He sighs. "I'll call you back. I'm bout to go upstairs to their hotel room then."

"How you know you ain't miss it already?"

"Her dad just went upstairs. So I'm sure she waiting on him." He says. "Aight."

"Yeah." I say hanging up.

How do I supposed to help him through his shit when I don't know what the hell I'm doing for myself? Don't really feel like having the weight on me. I could really use advise myself. Forrest walks into the room carrying Caden.

"How your baby and his mama doing?"

"Good." He sits down.

I nod. "They don't need shit?"

"She got a new nigga."

"What is that saying to me about her needing shit?"

"If she need shit her nigga can get it for her."

"But she carrying your baby."

He shrugs. "I went to her last appointment with her. Going to the next one. He found out who I was and ain't letting her answer her phone for me. So let him take care of her. She was hinting around that he mad cause she ain't saying she hate me and talking child support. So yeah."

"You picking this lifestyle huh?"

"Everybody ain't God's favorite."

I sit up. "Damn what's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't nobody else get a wife like Cammie cause you got her."

"It ain't cause I'm better than you."

He bites Caden's hand making him laugh. "Well anyway. I'm keeping the peace between us. She down for coparenting and she gets along with April."

"Shit that's a blessing. Aggravating ass lady."

"Cad." Forrest says holding Caden up. "You got the dance moves?"

Caden turns his head in my direction. He kicks his feet and yell at me. Not a cry just a loud ass yell. Forrest turns him towards me. Caden looks back at Forrest and yells again. He swings his arm hitting himself. He gets mad then starts crying.

"Caden." I say.

Forrest brings him over to me. He doesn't stop crying when he gets to me. I rock him a bit.

"Aye take him back where you got him."

"Cammie gave him a bath. That's where I got him from. Can't take him back."

I put him on my shoulder then start patting his diaper. He screams a few more times then settles down a bit. He was done with Forrest very quick. I rock him some more then stand up rocking him. He quiets all the way down now that he got me up. He holds his head up looking around.

"Man just give me the baby when it's walking and talking."

"You gonna miss everything." I say holding Caden so I can look at him. "Caden?"

He watches me then start dozing off. He tries to move around waking himself up. I go to the bathroom that I hear all the noise in.

"Where King?" I ask.

"King went he mommy." JJ answers.

Lane was stacking bubbles on top of a boat. "Stupid ass."

"Say it again and I'm going to slap you in your mouth." Cammie snaps reaching towards Lane.

"Mommy." Lane rus away from her.

"Don't you call nobody that."

Lane just looks at her then goes back to playing like it never happened. I jump scaring Caden. Cammie had touched my leg. JJ laughs looking up at me. I smile then lean towards Cammie. I wasn't paying attention to her. After I kiss her she gets on her phone.

"I'm back." She says.

"So how are the babies?"

"B. A. D."

Lane stands up. "What you say Mommy?"

"B. A. D." JJ repeats.

"You say that!" Lane laughs splashing in the water. "B. D."

Cammie chuckles. "Girl. They are doing fine. You hear Lane and JJ."

"Hey, Lane. Hey, JJ."

I turn and walk out the room. The phone said it was Kim. More than likely k. Michelle. Gwen stops me in the hallway. She takes Caden from me without saying a word to me. She walks away talking to him. That boy is fucking sleep but thats how they like him.

Cammie

Trey moves Lane off of my lap. Now why he bothering my baby. Lane has been on my lap being good for about an hour. Watching YouTube videos and playing a million games for 2 seconds. Not bothering nobody. With his headphones on, I might add. Perfect little angel enjoying my lap being free of Caden. In this case or Trey.

"Daddy." Lane says taking his headphones off. "I go to Mommy?"

"She right here." Trey says putting his head in my lap.

My poor baby so confused. He puts his tablet down and walks away. Trey sits up kissing my lips. His childish ass is probably proud of himself for getting rid of the competition. I shake my head as he turns to the TV. I had it on reruns of other Dancing with the Stars shows.

"Why you watching this stuff?" Trey asks.

"To see what the show really about. Looks like I'm going to be paired with an unlikely match. Probably older and white. Young black raising to fame dancer. Underdog partner."

Trey looks at me. "You making that up?"

"No."

"Doesn't seem like you planning on winning."

I kiss him. "Just to the finals. That's my goal."

"So you gonna have to train your partner really good."

"That's MiMi's job."

Trey blows. "Really?"

"Yeah. Plus all the men do are fancy steps and catches. I mean it's not like super hard to catch somebody and shake your hips a bit. But for a non dancing background white man. Geesh. I dont have the patience after dancing with Chris for so long."

"Your kids?"

"They have dancing backgrounds, they black, and they love to dance."

Trey looks at the TV. "So this not going to be simple?"

I suck my teeth. Trey looks at me. "Lane?"

"Ma'am." He says turning to me.

"What do you have?"

He looks down then at me. "This?"

I roll my eyes. "You want me to yell at you. You know you know better. Give it here."

"This?"

"Oh shit." Trey says playing attention to Lane.

I hold out my hand. "Bring it here, Lane."

"I don't Mommy." He says walking to me. "It okay. Okay?"

"Talking his self out of trouble." Trey smiles.

This boy had a fucking knife out the kitchen. I don't know what he is doing with it. I don't know why the boy was in the kitchen. Trey grabs the knife from Lane then gets up walking out the room with it. Lane goes running after him talking about something. Like did you fucking come in here to kill somebody? Your daddy because he moved you out the way? What exactly is behind you carrying a damn knife? He comes back with a bowl. He sits it down by my leg then climbs on my lap. Trey comes back into the room eating something. Lane had strawberries, blueberries, and yogurt.

"Your mama was in the kitchen cutting up fruit for Ike."

"She didn't see her grandson steal the knife?"

Trey shrugs. "She was using the one she had. The rest were put up."

Lane eats his blueberries talking to himself. Trey squeezes himself between me and Lane. Lane sits back squeezing Trey more then he goes back to eating. They better leave me alone. Lane blows frustrated. I don't know what his problem is. He rams his body back against Trey again. Trey gets in my face moving away from Lane.

"Yall really killing it." I say through my teeth.

"We love you." Trey says kissing my neck.

I pause the show rewinding it. "I should be able to pick my partner. Have an audition first. I swear I ain't with no bullshit."

"That King say. Bullshit." Lane says cutting his eyes at me.

"Don't play with me."

Lane licks his finger. "I do it Mommy? Me? I do?"

"That's a bad word."

"No it not. What?"

I roll my eyes. "Go be a kid."

"Bullshit is a bad word." Trey says.

"No it not." Lane sucks his teeth. "Bullshit?"

"Shit. Bullshit." Trey explains.

Lane ain't having it. "A bull."

"Bullshit."

"A cow?"

Trey looks at Lane. "A cow?"

"B for Bull." Lane says like Trey stupid.

Trey looks at me then kiss my lips. "Your turn."

"I am not following him up." I snap.

Lane keeps eating his food like he won his case. He is going to say that fucking word again. He knows he isn't supposed to say it. I'm not playing games with him. I'm not following his ass up. Trey lost to an almost 3 year old. I can't just call him 2. He pass that stage. We doing full sentences and logic now. Tell me exactly why I can't do it. That's his current stage. Why? King says it why can't I?

"Lane Who said a bull is a cow?" Trey asks.

"Huh?"

Trey takes his food. "Who said a bull is a cow?"

"My fruit." He whines starting to get down. He is going to tell on Trey.

"Here." Trey says giving it back. "How the hell he knows that?"

Lane goes back to eating his food.

"Lane?"

"Ma'am Mommy."

I smile kissing him. "B is for bull?"

"Bah." He says.

"Oh." I kiss him. "Very good. Where did you see the bull?"

He licks his hand. "The church. The big church."

Trey sucks his teeth. "He tells you just that simple."

"I asked a different question, Tremaine. He figured it out on his own so he didn't know the answer to your question."

"Yeah." Trey says mad still.

I sigh kissing him. Lane spins around looking at me. He watches me kiss Trey again. He pushes the empty bowl off his lap. Just for attention. I push his ass down towards the bowl. He fights me then hits the floor. He picks the bowl up throwing the spoon. I ignore him.

"Lane, I love you." I say.

He moves towards the spoon then looks at me. "Mommy?"

"Daylan."

"Get the fork." He says grabbing it.

"I love you, Lane." I say again.

He runs. "My fruit." He starts whining.

"Right here, Lane." Someone says to him from the hall.

What am I gonna do with all these men? Caden fighting Lane. Lane fighting his fucking daddy. Next they both gonna be fighting Trey. If Trey doesn't spoil Caden so much he doesn't listen to me like Lane does. Me and Lane understood each other before Trey. I don't get my way with Caden. I can't say Trey not around because he is always there.

"If our next baby exist and it's not a girl I'm leaving." I say.

"I got what my mama had. I wouldn't care if we didn't have anymore." Trey says getting in my face.

I kiss him. "There goes your son."

Lane walks into the room whining. Gwen is behind him with his bowl. He cries pushing her back out the room. She lean over and stand him up straight. I'm getting happy inside to see some real discipline but she fucking gives him the bowl. He takes it walking away no more crying. Fucking fake. Where is the discipline?

"O big face snotty nose." Trey says to Lane.

"Mh." Lane says twisting his shoulder like he don't care at Trey.

I grab the bowl that almost tilts over on me. He falls out on the ground.

"Boy you need... get this bowl." I snap.

"It mine." He pouts.

His ass sleepy. I roll my eyes. "I know that sir. Get your bowl."

He climbs up on my lap first moving Trey. Oh my goodness. Trey picks with him. I'm about to run away. I sit the bowl in Lane's lap. He starts eating the blueberries out of the bowl. He had more blueberries than anything else this time. Trey kisses Lane. Lane tries to feed him a blueberry. They friends now?

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bi-bard · 3 years

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Chick Flick Moments - Sam Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Chick Flick Moments

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Requested: by an anonymous reader

Word Count: 2,363 words

Warning(s): violence, cussing, Sam embarrassing himself, spoilers for any movie/show listed in the author's note

Summary: (Season 11) Gabriel takes a break from hiding to teach (Y/n) and Sam to forgive each other.

Author's Note: I had so much fun putting this request together! Also, if I remember correctly, this reader wanted to remain anonymous.

Here are links to all the scenes that inspired parts of this imagine:

1 (Princess Bride), 2 (8x12 Criminal Minds; can't find just the scene to link), 3 (Moulin Rouge), 4 (The Notebook), 5 (The 10 Things I Hate About You), 6 (Gilmore Girls), 7 (La La Land)

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I rolled my eyes as I walked through the bunker.

Sam was still ranting about the most recent hunt. I was just tired of listening to it. Dean had long since given up trying to control his brother, who had shown no sign of listening to anyone.

"You can't just throw yourself into every single enemy," Sam yelled. "Fun fact, you're not Superman!"

"Oh my god," I finally, turning around. I had been halfway through the library at this point. Dean continued through the bunker, ignoring us. "I ran up to one extra vamp because you were about to get your throat ripped out! Yes, I put myself in danger but it was to save you!"

"Why are you so desperate to be a hero," he asked.

"Why are you so pissy that I saved you," I shouted back.

I let out a yell before turning and leaving.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed," I shouted from down the hall. "Maybe you'll be nicer in the morning! You're welcome for saving your ass!"

I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut. I changed quickly, throwing my old clothes into the corner before curling up on my bed. My emotions got the better of me. I started crying into my pillow.

Imagine saving the man you secretly loved... and then he got mad at you about it.

I fell asleep crying that night.

--time skip--

I shot awake, cringing at how bright it was.

I looked around, letting my eyes adjust to the light.

I was on a hill. I was on a hill, lying in the grass with the sun shining on my face. This is not good.

I stood up and did a circle to look around the long stretches of grass. Nothing looked even slightly familiar.

"For fuck's sake," I muttered.

I decided that the best option would be to try to climb down and find a person... somewhere.

I was just about to start making my way down the hill when I felt a hand grab me.

Out of pure fear, I grabbed the person and pulled them from behind me. The person went flying down the hill.

"(Y/n)," I heard Sam's voice yell as he rolled down the hill.

I put my hand over my mouth. He soon stopped rolling and then he stood up, scrambling to pull the black mask off of his face. I sighed, dropping my hand when I saw he was alright.

"Sam," I called.

"Your instinct is to throw some down a hill," Sam asked.

"When a masked man tries to grab me, definitely," I replied. "Fun fact, Sam, I can actually defend myself."

He gave me a sarcastic smile. I shot it right back to him.

Sam looked down at his outfit before sighing and shrugging at me. He had just started to move back up the hill when my visions went dark.

I opened my eyes a few moments later.

What had been an open field was now a dark warehouse or factory. I saw Sam across from me, but also a group of people behind him. I recognized them. They were characters from Criminal Minds, a guilty pleasure I watched when we weren't hunting.

I tried to figure out what was happening.

Then, I became all too aware of the barrel of a gun pressing into my neck.

"No," Sam yelled.

It clicked.

Sam was supposed to be Spencer. I was Maeve. This was Zugzwang.

My heart dropped.

"Wait, please, don't," Sam yelled as the gun pressed harder on my neck.

"Sam, shut up," I snapped.

"Me for (Y/n)," he shouted.

"You would do that," Diane- the unsub of that episode- asked.

"Yes," Sam replied.

"No," I yelled. "Sam, shut up."

"You shut up," Diane growled at me.

"One difference between me and her...," I growled back.

I grabbed the gun, pushing it forward, away from my neck. The bullet she tried to fire hit the brick wall. I turned, bringing an elbow down on her arm. Her hand dropped the gun into my grasp. I pointed it toward her.

"...I'm not scared of a simple gun."

The others walked over and arrested her. I looked at Sam.

"If you continued, she would've killed herself, which would've killed me," I explained. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I watch this show when we aren't hunting."

He walks over, going to hug me before the scene changes again.

"Holy...," I trailed off as I looked around.

Around us, we could see the tops of roofs and a beautiful night sky. It was almost a dreamy setting.

"Where are we now," Sam asked.

"Only the great Moulin Rouge," Sam and I both twirled around to face... Gabriel. "I know, I know... I'm not dead, anyway!"

I rolled my eyes.

"You two need to learn a lesson," he pointed at us.

"It's like back in 2010," I mumbled. "Play our roles to get out. Probably why we were pulled out of the last two."

"You'll fall into them naturally, I promise," Gabriel smirked. "And yes. Stop ignoring the plotline."

"Alright... sure, I was gonna get shot for your crappy game," I snapped sarcastically.

Then, he was gone. I rolled my eyes.

"So, what are the roles," Sam asked as I walked around the top of the elephant.

"Well, Christian and Satine," I pointed between us. "Maeve and Spencer. The Princess Bride and Westley. It's all romance."

"Why," Sam scrunched his face up.

"Because Gabe wants to get his rocks off," I said sarcastically, "I don't know, Sam!"

I walked down the stairs of the elephant. It was gorgeous here. It was just as vibrant as the movie made it look.

"Wow," I look back at Sam. "This is awesome."

I chuckled and nodded.

"What seen is it?"

"The Elephant Love Medley," I said. "Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman sing this mash-up of famous love songs as his character tries to convince her that there is nothing more important than love."

"I'm not gonna sing," Sam shook his head.

"I was not gonna ask you too," I chuckled. "I've heard you sing."

"Rude."

I just shrugged.

I looked around at the room, trying to figure out how to play these roles without the singing.

"Wait," I said. "Come on."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the stairs.

"What is it," Sam asked as we made it to the top.

"At the end of the medley, Christian and Satine are dancing and they walk out onto this field of clouds and are held up in the sky."

"What-"

"This whole movie feels like a fever dream the first time you watch it."

"Come on," Sam held a hand out to me.

"Can you dance?"

"Not well," he chuckled. "The role didn't say I needed to be good."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.

I tried to lead his steps and laughed as he stumbled into a pattern.

"Come on," I moved back so I could grab only one hand.

I led him a few steps forward and onto- what seemed to be- steps in the clouds. I let out an excited laugh when it worked. Sam looked at me and grinned at my excitement.

As soon as got to the top of the steps... it was gone.

We were in the middle of the street now.

"Aw, that was just mean," I mumbled. I glared at Sam when I heard him laughed.

He held his hands up jokingly before extending one toward me. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"I know what movie this is," he shrugged. I motioned for him to continue explaining. He walked over, hand still held out to me, "The Notebook. Noah and Allie dance in the street. So... will you dance with me? Even without the sequence where we dance in the clouds."

I bit my lip as I smiled.

I took his hand and let him pull me into the street. I laughed as I stumbled into his chest.

We fell into the scene naturally.

Sam held one of my hands in his and held my waist with the other. I placed my free hand on his shoulder. I looked up at him. It felt strange that we so casually fell into the scene but I was happy.

Sam jokingly twirled me around before pulling me back to his chest. I closed my eyes and chuckled.

"What," he asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head. "I just never saw you as such a romantic."

"Well, don't tell anyone, you'll ruin my reputation," he said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes.

Sam spun the two of us in a circle before going to dip me. I didn't think I'd ever get to experience something like this. It always just felt like something I should forget about as a hunter. I was starting to forget why I was so angry with Sam in the first place.

I barely noticed that Sam was leaning in before the scene around me changed.

I was on a football field.

I looked around.

There was no sign of Sam.

"Crap," I mumbled, trying to figure out where to look first.

Then, there was a voice going over the field's speakers.

"You're just too good to be true... can't take my eyes off of you..."

I looked around toward the stands to see Sam walking with a mic. Can't sing, my ass.

"You'd be like heaven to touch... I wanna hold you so much"

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"At long last love has arrived... And I thank God I'm alive... You're just too good to be true... Can't take my eyes off of you."

I tried to bite back my laugh. He shrugged at me with an embarrassed smile and stepped into the actual stands.

We both jumped when the marching band started playing. I looked to see Gabriel smirking and leading their march.

Sam and I shrugged at each other. He continued on with the act.

Now, Sam Winchester pretending to be Patrick in "10 Things I Hate About You" was a treat... and was exactly what you imagined it would be.

He was almost stumbling down the steps as he continued on with the act. I was laughing hysterically by the time I saw the security guards starting to run in.

"Sam," I yelled, pointing behind him.

"Crap," I heard through the mic (which made me almost double-over in laughter) as he tried to take off running.

As soon as he was grabbed, the scene changed.

We both took a deep breath when we realized we were sitting together in a car.

"Thank god," Sam mumbled.

"That was a great performance, by the way," I said, still chuckling.

"Shut up," he muttered, laughing along with me. We fell silent after a minute. "So... what scene is this?"

"I have no idea," I replied.

"It's Gilmore Girls, dumbasses," we heard Gabriel's voice but saw no sign of him. "Season 1, Episode 16... absolute idiots."

"Didn't peg him for a Gilmore Girls fan," I said. Sam laughed.

"Me neither."

We fell silent again.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, looking over at me. "You were right. You can defend yourself and you were just trying to help me. I'm sorry for being such a dick about it."

I grinned, "Thanks... I forgive you. I know you were just worried about me."

Sam smiled back.

"I... umm...," Sam looked down for a moment, clearing his throat and collecting his thoughts. "I just... I love you."

My heart leaped up into my throat. I blinked at him a few times and forced a chuckle out. Which was the wrong response but I panicked. Hunters... we could face the devil but emotions were a no-no.

"(Y/n)," Sam's smile dropped slowly when he realized I wasn't responding.

I was just about to respond when the scene changed again.

Sam was gone again and I was on a city street.

"Dammit," I muttered.

I ran down the street, turning the corner. I looked at the wall of the building I was by. Was this a jazz club?

I walked through the door and was guided to a table so I could sit down and watch the performance.

"La La Land," I said.

Sam and I watched this together. Dean had gone to bed. We weren't tired and just turned this movie on because it looked like it was mostly happy.

Big dance numbers, beautiful effects... and the epilogue that made me hide tears from Sam.

I looked at the stage. Sam was sitting there, wearing a suit, looking at the audience nervously. He hesitantly reached toward the piano. It was like it was a prerecorded track. It sounded just like the movie.

I smiled.

I just wanted to talk to him.

Soon the performance ended.

I stood up and started walking over, seeing Sam starting to walk out.

I grinned at him, "Sam-"

He cut me off by cupping the sides of my face and kissing me softly. I touched his sides lightly, smiling against his lips. It was... magic. Absolute magic.

Then, I shot awake, back in my bed in the bunker.

The game was over. Thank God.

"(Y/n)," I heard yell through the bunker hall.

I ran into the hall and ran toward his room.

We stopped as soon as we saw each other.

"Please tell me that wasn't a dream," I said. He shook his head, smiling widely at me.

I ran over, pulling him down to kiss him again. It was softer than our last kiss and I loved it. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer. I buried my hands through his hair.

"Woah, what did I miss," we pulled away when we heard Dean.

I could basically feel Sam chuckle against my lips before he moved to look at his brother. I turned around in Sam's arm.

"A chick flick moment," Sam answered.

"Alright," Dean gave us a weird look before leaving without another word.

I looked back at Sam with a smile, "I love you."

"I love you too," he grinned and leaned in to kiss me softly again.

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Good Old Days - JJ Maybank

Gif credit @toesure !

Summary: you and JJ meet once again after a harsh break up.

Word count: 1,982

Warnings: cheating, angst underage drinking, implied sex at the end. I do NOT condone the action of going back to someone who cheated.

You sat alone in a booth at a local restaurant, diagonal from where your friend Nicole sat with an unfamiliar boy. You had offered to 'be a look out' for the girl when she brought up how her friends had helped her get a blind date. Nicole had the fear that she might embarrass herself or something might go south, so you decided to lend a helping hand to calm her down.

You subtly flicked your eyes up and down from the menu to your friend as a waitress came up to you. "What can I get you hun?"

"Just a vanilla milkshake and fries please." The lady nodded and took the menu from your hands. You reached inside of your bag and pulled out your notebook. Finding a pen, you began to mindlessly draw little doodles of whatever came to mind.

You were actually enjoying the peace and quiet until the front door bell chimed. Before you could react, JJ Maybank took the spot right across from you. "Can I help you?" You scoffed, closing the notebook.

"Nope. I'm helping my friend out and it looks like you happen to be doing the same thing for your friend too." JJ said, looking behind his shoulder to see his friend give him a thumbs up. You rolled her eyes, defensively crossing your arms.

"Okay, well how about you move to the other booth where you can 'help' by yourself." JJ dramatically put his hand to his heart, "does Y/F/N Y/L/N not want to spend time with me?" "The last time I was near you it didn't end well." You hissed. JJ immediately got quiet as the waitress came up to deliver your order.

"Oh! Would you like anything dear? On the house for the couple!" The waitress smiled, "oh no we're not-" "actually I would love a hamburger and a chocolate milkshake please!" JJ grinned. "Coming right up."

"Seriously JJ why can't you just sit somewhere else?" You asked as you dipped a fry into the milkshake. JJ furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you take a bite. "What? It's good." You defended.

"See I could, but Steve made me promise to help him out. And now I get to talk to you which is exactly what I want to be doing on my Friday night." Sarcasm dropped from his voice as you bite your tongue.

"Well you can leave. You never were good at keeping promises anyway." You seethed, taking the cherry out of the milkshake and popping into your mouth. JJ became quiet once more as the sudden flashback hit him.

Flashback:

2 years. 2 years was all it took for something so positive and bright, to turn into something dead. 2 years was all it took for JJ Maybank to own, and then break your heart.

You two had been dating for a full two years, both of you guys admitting you were in love. Making promises that you two couldn't keep. One of them being, 'I'll always love you.'

JJ broke that the minute his lips touched some tourons at an end of the year school party. You had lost sight of your boyfriend in the middle of the party after telling him you were going to the bathroom. It took you 10 minutes to find him with the unknown girl.

"Have you seen- oh." Your words slipped your mind as you saw a boy and girl break away from a kiss. Only to reveal that face that made your heart break. "I better... I better g-go." You stumbled over your words, your legs moving as fast as they could out of that house and far away from JJ.

You didn't know what to do, what to think, how to act, what to say, everything just became numb. Like someone had just ripped your heart from your chest, and dangled it in front of your face as if it were mocking you. So you just ran, and ran all the way to your house. Dried tears stained your face as you were panting, on the verge of passing out.

Your mind felt fuzzy, as if it were an old TV and an antenna was knocked loose, like all you heard was static and a ringing. You shook your head frantically as you paced in the living room. A rapid knock echoed in the silent room as you let out a sob. You slowly walked to the door, your hand shaking as it hesitantly reached out.

You twisted the handle and pulled the door open to reveal a frantic JJ. "Y/N please let me-" "Don't even fucking start JJ." You said, cautiously backing away from the door. JJ walked into the house as he tried to grab hold of your wrists.

You pulled your wrists back from JJ's grip as you began to have trouble breathing. "You fucking kissed some random girl. Who knows what the fuck would've happened if I didn't walk into that room." You mumbled to yourself as your head began to ache.

"Y/N you know I wouldn't do that!" "When you're in a relationship you don't fucking kiss somebody else! I didn't think you'd do that yet here we are!" You raised your voice as you paced again.

"Open your fucking eyes, it's so obvious I'm in love with you!" JJ yelled back, causing you to flinch, his breath smelled of alcohol. Your eyes suddenly fell to the ground, afraid to look at him without breaking down.

"You need to leave," your voice wavered, "you need to leave and not come back. You can't look at me. You can't speak my name. You can't have anything to do with me, Maybank. We're fucking done." You breathed out, feeling as though you had a boulder crushing your body.

"Y/N. I made you a promise that I'd love you, please let me keep going with that promise." JJ begged, his eyes burning harshly with tears. "You broke your promise, you can't come back from that."

JJ let out a sigh as his head slumped down, forcing his legs to walk out the front door, and out of your life.

Memory over.

"Look, this isn't a guilt trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you." JJ said, fidgeting with his fingers. You sighed as you swirled the straw around the milkshake. "I don't dislike you as a human, I fucking despise what you did to me." You admitted.

"I've changed Y/N. I haven't been with any other girl, I haven't spoken with that other girl since then. Please just give me a break. I've been busy trying so fucking hard. I'm doing the best I can. Please, please don't ask more of me." JJ frowned, his leg now anxiously tapping.

You let out a scoff, but you couldn't lie to yourself. You missed being with JJ, you missed him so damn much, but you didn't want to admit it. Your eyes flickered to your friend who was standing up and giving Steve a kiss on the cheek.

Their date was over, but you and JJ sat firmly in the booth. "Let me just drive you home like the good days, just hear me out." JJ begged. You cracked your knuckles, a habit you gained after the break up. "Fine. But so help me Maybank if you fuck it up you will never, I repeat ever come speak to me again." JJ let out a breath of relief and thanked you.

You couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of luck when he offered, glad that you chose to walk to the diner. You two sat in silence for a bit of the ride before JJ turned on the radio. 'Wonderwall' by Oasis played through the sound system, memories of this song hitting you in the face like a brick.

JJ began to obnoxiously shout the lyrics like he would when you guys went on drives together. He would roll the windows down, blast the volume and just let it all out. At first you were annoyed with the boy, but as soon as he nudged you with his elbow you began shouting the lyrics as well. At that moment, things felt normal. Like nothing bad happened between them, and that scared you shitless.

When the song ended, JJ turned down the volume and began to speak, "you know, I never took your school photo out of my wallet. It's still there. And every night after... we broke up, I would just look at it and cry. Because I drank and I ended up losing the best thing I ever got in life. And believe me I know drinking is no excuse for what I did. I lost the one person that understood me more than my other friends, than myself. And I fucked it all up. And I know I can't take back what I did. Saying sorry won't change the hurt I made you feel. But I want you to know I'm truly trying my best to be a different person than who I was before." His voice was shaking as he found it hard to look at the road.

"I can try to forgive you Maybank, but that night has been burned into my memory. And it's gonna take a lot of time before I can forget it." You mumbled, looking out the window watching the trees zoom by.

"I'd wait 100 years if it meant that you would talk to me again." JJ muttered as he pulled into your driveway. "Do you.. want to come in? And like, catch up?" You wanted to punch yourself in the face for your offer, but again you couldn't deny how much you missed him.

JJ was shocked at your words, his mouth slightly open as he nodded his head. You walked into your house and to your luck, nobody was home.

You guys sat in your room, silence filling the air once again. You walked over to a picture frame on the desk and picked it up. The picture was of JJ after he had fallen asleep with his head in your llap. "Remember this night?" You asked as he looked over your shoulder.

"Yeah. I came over to make cupcakes for John B's birthday but we ended up just throwing flour and eggs at each other." JJ laughed loudly, remembering how he would find flour in his hair and ears for days after. "Then we sat on the couch and you laid your head in my lap. I played with your hair until you fell asleep and you snored so loud." You smiled at the memory.

"God I fucked up." He whispered. "Yeah. Yeah you did. When you sat across from me in the booth I wanted to flip my shit. I wanted to go off on you and say something like, 'oh fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off.' I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me." You confessed.

"Damn Y/N. I- I don't even know what to say." JJ said as you faced him. You couldn't help but stare at his lips, the lips you craved so desperately. You hated yourself for this. You hated yourself for making this move, but you leaned in anyway and kissed him. You were taken back at your actions, but your knees nearly buckled at his touch.

JJ gently held the side of your face as he pulled back. "I don't want to hurt you." He said, his words echoing in your head. "I'm desperate. And I'm pretty sure you are too. This is a one time thing until you gain my trust back. But for now, just shut up and have sex with me."

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sept 13 (tw for harmful stims) I just got through my first meltdown (an awful one) after my diagnosis, so it was the first time I actually knew I was having a meltdown, and I couldn't calm down at all, nothing would work. How can I be more prepared for next time? Like, how do I know I'm about to have a meltdown or a shutdown, and how do I calm myself down from either of those? I also noticed I did some bad stims, like hitting my head and biting myself, and I don't know what to do about that

First, I’m so glad you got diagnosed! It’s so wonderful to know the reason behind your behaviors. Simply knowing what a meltdown is, and that’s what’s happening, is a huge step towards learning how to make them less awful.

The best, best way to prevent meltdowns is to become aware of your reactions to your environment. To become aware of your sensory inputs, to notice when they are affecting you, and to believe yourself that they are. As autistics we are told so often by almost everyone we meet that “it’s not really that bad” and “it’s nothing, just suck it up”, but this is the exact behavior that can lead straight to a meltdown.

It is that bad. The horrible clothes your wearing are that awful, the food really does taste that disgusting, that beeping noise really is unbearable. Once you start to listen to yourself, and believe yourself, you can begin to take steps to take care of yourself. You can take off the horrible clothes and never wear them again. You can stop eating horrible food that will send you into overload territory. You can permit yourself to cover your ears or wear headphones.

Keep in mind that sensory input is only one of two things that can cause overload- the other is emotional overload. Yes, it really is that horrible when your routine is changed. Believe yourself, and trust your own feelings. Once you start to do this, you can start to take care of yourself.

An example from my own life is that for me, last-minute changes to plans are Absolutely Horrible. My brain can’t process them. When I wake up for the day, my mind knows what I’m doing that day and I make my routines accordingly. I need a certain amount of time to shower, eat, get dressed, etc, and I can’t change those routines or make them faster. I also need to eat at certain times and because of samefoods, those foods take a certain amount of time to cook, and I can’t switch to something that’s faster to eat. Because of all of this, I can’t suddenly go somewhere last-minute. If I had plans to be somewhere at 2pm, that means I had to eat at 1pm to make sure I don’t get hungry during the outing (because of samefoods, I can’t eat at other places). If I already at at 1, and then someone wants to change the plans from 2 to 4, now I will be hungry when I go, and this is HORRIBLY stressful for me.

So instead, what I have done as an adult, is tell people “I do not do last- minute plans. Period.” And I don’t.

If my mother or a friend calls me wanting to see me later that day I tell them “No, I do not do last minute plans.” I dont’ care how upset they might get, because I will be far more stressed if I do it their way, than they will ever be waiting a day to see me. So I avoid a situation that could send me into a meltdown, by doing self-care and protecting myself from last-minute changes to plans.

I also have an accomodation at work that says that I must have at least one day’s notice for meetings. If a meeting is scheduled for later that same day, I am excused from attending. This is how I protect myself from the emotional overload that could lead to a meltdown.

Now you may not have the same struggles with changes to routine the way I do. So you need to look at yourself, and what things contribute to your overload. This takes time to learn, and practice! And that’s okay. The more you pay attention to yourself and how you feel, the better you will become at recognizing the things that contribute to your overload. It took me years to realize that last-minute changes were so detrimental to me. Be patient, it does take time to learn yourself. But you can do it.

You will also get more practiced at noticing how you feel, and realizing when you’re getting close to a meltdown. At this point, you must put your own needs first, as this is an emergency. So yes, leave the party. Leave the table. Go for a walk outside. Use the bathroom. Do whatever you have to to remove yourself from the sensory and emotional inputs so that you can avoid a meltdown.

Once you are in one, it is like you said- you don’t have a lot of control over calming yourself down. Once you’ve reached a meltdown, you have to get out of the situation that caused it, as quickly as possible, and you need to stay there as long as it takes for you to recover, which can be hours.

I know that for myself, if I have a meltdown, I’m shot for the day. I can’t do anything productive or useful and I also don’t try to make myself. I just stare at the TV until it’s time for bed. Sleeping is the only way that I, personally, am able to truly recover from a meltdown. Once you are in meltdown you basically have to treat yourself as gently as you would if you had a high fever, and do whatever it takes to make yourself even slightly more comfortable. At this point, you’re like a sick person, all other activities are cancelled and you need to just rest, rest, rest.

As far as controlling harmful stims. During a meltdown, you already have lost almost all control. You’re already in survival mode, and your brain is doing those stims to try to regulate the horrible overload it is experiencing. So while most of the time I suggest finding ways to replace harmful stims with less harmful ones, during a meltdown, don’t. Your brain doesn’t have the energy for you to fight against it. It’s full, which is why you’re melting down.

Unless a harmful stim is so severe that it’s putting you in danger, I personally just let them happen, because fighting them will only make the meltdown worse and last longer. I do hit my head, hard enough to cause a headache, but not hard enough to cause bruising or bleeding. If you're just hitting your head with your own hands, fine. There’s no danger there. If you’re hitting your head on objects that can harm you, then I’d recommend trying to switch to hitting your head with your hands instead. Your own hands aren’t going to cause a concussion or other dangerous injury. It’s okay. Just hit your head. It’s your brain’s way of actually making the meltdown shorter. It needs an outlet. Meltdowns are severe things.

I do also scratch myself and that too isn’t going to cause permanent harm. If I try not to do it, then I just end up hitting things with my hands instead- you don’t have much control here. Your brain needs to regulate with hard stims, and it’s going to. The only way out is through. Triggering physical pain can be very regulating for your brain, and as long as you’re not in danger, I wouldn’t fight it during a meltdown.

If your safety truly is in danger, then I hope the people around you will restrain you (such as if you’re biting yourself so hard you’re bleeding, or from hitting your head on something dangerous such as stone or bricks). Being restrained is hell. You don’t want to go through it. But it’s necessary if your safety is truly in danger.

So you asked how to make a meltdown end quicker- and the answer is hardcore self-care. This means to remove yourself from the offending environment, it doesn’t matter whether it’s “socially correct” to do it at this time, your brain is in a severe state and it needs safety and you have to get it there. It also means to let your stims out, let them all out, as much as they want to, as long as you’re not in physical danger. Scream, cry, hit, bite, scratch, whatever it takes. Let the stims happen. These are your brain’s way of getting out of the meltdown. You’ll look autistic. But a meltdown is serious business, and it requires the best self-care you’ve got, and stimming is self-care.

But, the more familiar you become with your own triggers, and the more you’re able to avoid them, the less often you will have meltdowns. Especially once you’re an adult and have more control over your own environment, meltdowns can become very rare and some people can even avoid them completely. Continue to listen to yourself, listen to your brain and what it’s telling you, and do the best self-care that you can, and hopefully you won’t need to worry about how to survive meltdowns nearly as often.

#actually autistic #actuallyautistic #meltdowns #tw: harmful stims #harmful stims #tw: self harm #self harm #stimming #stims #restraining #ask

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whump-it-like-its-hot · 3 years

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So, it's time! After forever, I finally managed to fill my first prompt!

We got...pinned by wreckage, with some lovely ✨ Siblings ✨!

Time for Loki, and today you'll all get to know his younger brother too.

Also, you all are absolutely free to request something, a prompt with or without some specific...dynamic, if you will! I take forever to make decisions by myself, sooo,,, yes!

Fandom: Original work

Prompt: Pinned by wreckage

No. This wasn't supposed to happen. This was bad, this was so bad. He whimpered as he pulled his arm out underneath a jagged piece of metal, tearing through his sleeve and leaving long, bloody marks that were sure to stay. Though, that was the last thing he'd have to worry about now.

Loki's attempts to prop himself up and push off the rubble laying atop him that was keeping him pinned to the floor, making his breaths each involuntarily shallow and painful, so painful, were cut short as he just didn't find the strength to push himself up, not even an inch, before his arms buckled under the weight again. Tears blocking his vision, blurring what was left after his glasses had been knocked off his face and a few feet away almost entirely beyond recognition, a choked sob escaped him.

What he tried, he couldn't get rid of the weight on his back, he couldn't free himself of the rubble keeping his legs trapped and unable to move - if he could move them anymore at all, at this point. Calling the lack of pain, the lack of general feeling below his hips frightening would be an understatement - it was excruciating.

The dust that was slowly settling to the ground was tickling, itching in his throat, his lungs, aggravating the shudders that ran through him as he tried everything to keep himself from crying out - his chest had no space to rise after all, he'd suffocate from not getting enough air, he was sure of that.

And yet, all his attempts were not enough - a cough he couldn't keep anymore rippled through him, another one, his throat was burning, the pressure on his chest getting more and getting heavier and more tears were running down his cheeks and falling to the ground where they mixed with the dust and he cried out and he couldn't breathe there was no space anymore he couldn't move he couldn't breathe-

The repulsing, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, and he spit out, droplets trickling down the corners of his mouth - Did he bite his lip, his tongue in his fury? Did he bite his lip, or did it come from further down, from where he could just assume that something must've been so badly damaged? It didn't matter now - What mattered anymore? There was blood running down his chin, there were bricks on top of him, there was not enough air for him-

The faint shimmer of lights shining through the piles of rubble and dust in the air before him slowly started fading. His coughs subsided, left was his pathetically small, weak form, shuddering violently and panting shallowly against the ground below and the rubble on top.

There was no way out of this anymore.

He couldn't move.

Couldn't breathe.

Closing his eyes, he lay his head down. No one was coming for him. Not fast enough. He wanted nothing more than to be back in Mikkel's arms once more - Than to make up with Egill again - Than to argue with Lucia over the consequences of being careless with fire just one more time.

Just one more time, please.

Something was wrong. So, so wrong. Egill winced as his mind would not let him rest, kept him nervously fidgeting with the handle of the knife he kept in his pocket, his eye scanning everyone passing nearby, every corner he could catch from where he was sitting on a bench a near the town square. Where was Loki? Surely he should have passed here by now on his way to his favorite cafe, as he did regularly - not to get actual coffee, but just for the sake of the cookies they sold there. The big ones, chocolate dough with white chocolate chips and cinnamon frosting. Every time the same order, no exceptions so far.

Before he realized it, he was up on his feet again, heading away from the town square, his phone in hand. A few taps on his screen, taps he could execute blindly by now, and after just few seconds, a location popped up. A tiny smile found its way to his lips - after all his complaining, Loki still hadn't gotten around to remember turning his phone's location services off.

He was just going to check on him, make sure he hadn't gotten in trouble again - as a good little brother did. Or so he thought. There was no way for him to know. There was no way for anyone to know - anyone, except Loki himself.

A sinking feeling grew in Egill's stomach as he followed the streets further out of town, to where there were only fields anymore, only fields and the occasional long abandoned home. He could easily figure what Loki was doing out here, for he had never been much of a person for nature if it wasn't for that one particular cause, that one thing he could not control - though the lack of rising smoke wherever he looked only made the feeling worse, and the awful suspicions in his mind grow and become more by the second.

That was, until he once more checked the location in his phone. He froze, his breath catching in his throat, then ran. If his thoughts were running crazy earlier, they were now sprinting a marathon of insanity.

His hopes that this was all a mistake, that his phone must have been wrong, that this was all a false alarm were quickly crushed the closer he got to the wreckage of what once was an almost luxorious manor, where now only few walls managed to stay up, the rest little more than a massive heap of dust and debris.

"Loki!" Egill's voice rose significantly in pitch, cracking halfway through that single word. The closer he got, the bigger did the lump in his throat grow.

This couldn't be happening.

He didn't hesitate, stumbled right into the ruins - not caring about how jagged edges caught in his jeans, scratched up his shins, cut up his hand as he climbed atop of a pile, hoping to be able to see what, or rather who he was looking for.

"Loki, p-please! Are you here somewhere?" No answer.

While his worry was growing - if he was here, then it could be a matter of minutes anymore, who knew how long he had been here already after all - if it wasn't too late already - there was also a sense of...relief. He didn't find him yet. What if it was a mistake after all? Maybe he wasn't here at all. Maybe he was here earlier, but fled and just lost his phone. Maybe he was standing outside, laughing his ass off about how stirred up Egill was, how his mind went crazy at the thought of him losing his oh so precious older brother.

Maybe-

Something caught his eye. It took barely a second for him to register. Fabric. Red fabric. Red fabric, stained and soaked in something dark.

Something dark, staining not only the fabric, but also the ground.

"...no- NO!" Panic rising in his stomach once more, panic he hadn't felt before, Egill dashed over pieces of stone and metal - just to come to an abrupt stop before his brother, who was laying limply, arms tucked under his head as if trying to find the last bit of comfort one could possibly find here. Horrified at the sight, he dropped to his knees, ignoring the little and the less little stones pricking through his jeans. Egill gently took the other's face in his hands, desperately looking for any sign that he was going to wake up again.

"B-Big brother- Please-! Answer me!"

As expected, there was no response. He tried calling out once more, then again, again, though it was drowned out by his own sobbing. Every bit of hope he had left previously was gone, his life in shatters before him.

He couldn't help himself falling to the ground, head pressed against Loki's shoulder, hands curled into his shirt in a deathgrip. Unable to form any more proper words, he kept on sobbing, babbling apologies, tears soaking the shirt he was nuzzled up against.

He promised he'd never let him get hurt again. He promised, he swore it - and yet, here they were, and there was nothing he could do.

He failed. He failed again. He failed so badly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, s-so sorry!"

Tears continued to spill, until -

until a tiny, almost unnoticeable movement let him flinch.

"...you...you little stalker...found me again…"

His eyes widened, and he looked down. "B- Big brother-?"

Pale blue eyes fluttered open, and for half a second, Egill thought he found something resembling a smile on Loki's lips.

"Y-you're okay! I thought- I thought I lost you- Hey! No, stay w-with me!"

Reaching for his phone, Egill barely managed to get his shaking under control far enough to be able to finally call for much needed help, all while not letting his gaze wander off the broken form before him for just a split second. As gently as his jittering hands would allow, he ran his hand across the side of his brother's face - wincing as he brushed over one of the scars that always seemed to bother him more than Loki himself -, through his hair that now had little left of how it looked before - the once bright, red strands matted by dust into a grey, knotted mess - and to his arm, down to his hand he grabbed tightly, in a desperate attempt to get him back to consciousness, and keep him there.

"Come on, you have to say something! Say something, you can't- You can't just give up! H-help is almost here, okay?! We- We'll get you out of this! But please- Please say something, say anything!"

It took moments, so many moments, before something came. It weren't words however - just the feeling of his hand being gently squeezed in return. It wasn't a lot, and yet so overwhelmingly much.

"Okay! Okay, good! Good, just- just don't let go! Don't let go again, I'll stay with you, and- and you just don't let go!"

Shifting closer, the other arm wrapped around his shoulders, Egill rested his head just next to Loki's - if he did so, he was faintly able to make out the slow, yet continuous heartbeat, the shallow, raspy breathing, giving him this one last, tiny sense of safety. He could make it. He knew it.

He knew it when he felt Loki shift a tiny bit himself, weakly melting into the embrace instead of fighting against it. And he was sure when Loki refused to let go, even when people started crowding and fussing, instead just giving once another small squeeze, accompanied by a moment in which Egill could now tell more of his old, genuine smile again.

Yes, he would make it, no doubt about that. Somehow, he always did.

Always.

#bad things happen bingo #Whump #Whump writing #Whump fic #Original whump #Pinned by wreckage #how does one tag #injury whump #Sibling whump #Uhhh what else #Original characters #Angst #It's 3 am and I've been working on this forever #I rewrote it entirely like three times #So help me jdhdhsj #So far I'm pretty happy with it #We'll see how that changes in the morning

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fanmoose12 · 4 years

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May I request a one shot where hanji goes to this cafe a lot to hear a pianist play and said pianist is Levi. (So i guess this is a cafe au? I'm not sure lol) and then romance blossoms between them ❤. Thank you and I hope you are well!

hey sorry for taking so long to finish this thing, but i’ve been veeeery busy with my homework

that being said, huuuge thanks for your prompt, i’ve had a lot of fun writing it!!

It was Hange’s favorite café. It was situated perfectly between her workplace and her apartment, and she liked its calm and cozy atmosphere. She also liked the people who worked there – the owner of the café was her college friend Erwin and Hange’s childhood friend Mike worked in the kitchen.

So she frequently visited the place, coming with Moblit or her other coworkers to relax after a long day of work with a cup of soothing tea, or stopping by to drink a cup of coffee with her friend Nanaba, chatting softly and enjoying Mike’s delicious cupcakes.

Every Friday, there was an evening of live music, and Hange came every week to listen to the soft sounds of the piano, that stood in the corner.

She did not, of course, come to gawk at the insanely attractive pianist with black hair and the most piercing grey eyes she had ever seen. She did not, because she didn’t find him attractive. At all. It’s just… he was really good at playing the piano and Hange lost herself in watching how his long and slender fingers pressed the keys, how he moved his hands across the instrument, never missing a single note. And that was all she liked about him! Surely she didn’t enjoy looking at his sharp and scowling face or his black shiny hair that obscured his beautiful eyes.

However, Hange couldn’t help but notice that all the songs he played were melancholic and more than a little bit sad. The more she watched the man, the more she wanted to unravel his mystery. He seemed lonely, so very lonely, and Hange wanted to know his story. She wanted to befriend him, to know more about him, maybe even put a smile on his permanently scowling face.

***

One evening, as she was once again mesmerized by the sight of the man, bended slightly over the piano, as his fingers danced over the keyboard, Hange got an idea.

She noticed, a long time ago, that from time to time, in between the songs, the man rose from his seat and exited the café, using the back door.

And this evening Hange, curious, decided to follow him.

When she walked outside, she saw the man, leaning against the brick wall and smoking a cigarette, his face raised up to stare at the night sky. Hange stopped dead in her tracks, unable to take her eyes away from the scene in front of her. She couldn’t stop staring at his long fingers, which held a cigarette, at the way he inhaled it, releasing the smoke slowly and watching the small cloud disappear into the night.

Looking at him like that, Hange was having problems remembering that she just wanted to befriend the man. To be honest, she was having problems remembering why the fuck she even decided to follow him in the first place.

“Do you want something, four-eyes? Or are you going to just keep staring at me like a creep?” the man asked, finally turning to face her. His voice was deep and husky, and yeah, Hange definitely needed to take a grip on herself.

So she shook her head and put a radiant, cheerful smile on her face.

“Hi!” she exclaimed, taking a step closer to the man. He didn’t make a move and just stood there, regarding Hange with furrowed eyebrows, his face set in an expression of annoyance.

Hange didn’t let it faze her. She was used to people looking at her like that, after all.

“I just wanted to tell you how talented you are! I’ve been coming to this café for a long time and-“

“I noticed.” The man told her quietly, looking away from her and taking another drag of his cigarette.

“Huh?”

“I noticed that you come here a lot.” The man repeated and his face became even more annoyed than before. “It’s very hard not to. You and your friends are very fucking loud, four-eyes.”

Hange chuckled awkwardly in reply, her hand coming to scratch her head shyly. This conversation didn’t seem to go the way she planned.

“Well, as I said, I wanted to compliment your skills. And to introduce myself.” Hange extended her hand, her eyes lightening up with amusement at the man’s obvious confusion. “I’m Hange Zoe.”

The man stared at her for a couple of seconds, bringing the cigarette to his lips and inhaling it deeply. He then put out the cigarette and flicked the butt of it to the nearest trashcan.

Hange still stood with her hand outstretched, waiting for his reply.

The man turned away from her and opened the door to the café, ready to go back inside.

“Oi!” Hange cried out, grabbing him by the shoulder. “It’s very rude to just ignore other people like that!”

“Well, I am very rude person,” the man replied, walking into the building, even though Hange’s hand was still on his shoulder. “I’m not going to tell you my name. Hange Zoe.” the man huffed arrogantly. He shook Hange’s hand off him and disappeared behind the door.

Hange stared after him, confused by what just happened. A moment later, though, a big grin appeared on her face, as she thrusted her hands inside her pockets and chuckled softly.

So he didn’t want to tell her his name, huh? Well, that just meant that Hange had to find it out some other way.

***

So the next Friday Hange, armed with her new-found information, followed the man outside again.

He was once again smoking, leaning against the brick wall and staring up at the sky.

When he noticed Hange standing next to him, he sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Fuck off, four-eyes. I told you already I’m not going to tell you my name.”

“I don’t need you to,” Hange’s lips curved into a shit-eating grin, as she clasped her hands behind her back. “I already know it. Levi Ackermann. I also know that you are 29 years old and you’ve been working at this café for two years. Apart from playing the piano every Friday, you also work here as a janitor and sometimes as a waiter.”

The man gave her an unimpressive look, throwing away his cigarette and crossing his hands on his chest. “Have you been stalking me, four-eyes?”

Hange huffed. “As if I needed to. I just asked Erwin and he told me everything I wanted to know. And I’ve told you already, my name is Hange Zoe, stop calling me four-eyes.”

“Should I call Dr. Zoe then?”

“Huh?” Hange widened her eyes in surprise. “How did you-“

Levi gave her a flat look. “You’re not the only one who can ask Erwin about shit.”

“Aha!” Hange pointed her finger at him, smiling victoriously. “You were interested in me too!”

“Keep dreaming, four-eyes,” Levi grumbled, waving Hange’s hand away from his face. “I just asked Erwin why you are such a weirdo, and he started blubbering some stupid shit about you.”

“Oi, Levi, c’mon!” Hange whined as she followed him inside. “We should become friends! I know you want to!”

Levi turned around to face her. His eyes were narrowed, as he gave Hange his most terrifying glare. Hange didn’t even flinch. “What makes you think I want to be friends with a freak like you?”

“The fact that you still talk to me?”

Levi rolled his eyes and started walking away from Hange. “I don’t do friends.”

“Mark my words, Levi!” Hange shouted after him, waving her hands around. “I’ll make you my friend! You can’t escape from me!”

“What a weirdo,” Levi muttered, although his lips involuntarily curved into a smile.

***

One evening, Hange visited the café by herself. Usually she came together with her friends, but Moblit was out of town visiting his family and Nanaba was too busy with her work. And Hange, despite her typical cheerfulness and easy-goingness, preferred to be left alone for tonight. This week had been rather stressful for her, with so much work to do, and Hange felt tired to the bone.

As she sat at her favorite table, holding a cup of green tea in her hands and listening to Levi playing the piano, Hange felt her mind go numb, the peaceful atmosphere and relaxing sounds of Levi’s music soothing her. Soon she felt her eyelids grow heavy and Hange laid her head on her hands just for a second, just to let her eyes rest.

She didn’t notice how she fell into a deep slumber.

***

Hange woke up with a start, as she felt how someone tentatively laid a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it awkwardly, but gently.

“Oi, Hange, there is no need to cry about some asshole. I’m sure you can find yourself someone ten times better than that idiot.

Hange’s lips immediately curved into a smile as she recognized Levi’s gruff voice.

Wait, what did he said?

Hange lifted her head to stare at him.

“Levi, what are you talking about?”

“What? I was just trying to comfort you. You are obviously heartbroken over the break-up with that shitty boyfriend of yours.”

“Huh?” Hange blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t still sleeping. Levi was surely spouting some nonsense right now. “Levi, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I know you don’t anymore, that’s why I brought you a cake,” he showed her the tray with another cup of tea and a plate with a piece of Hange’s favorite chocolate cake.

Hange stared at the tray, her mouth filling with saliva at the sight of such delicious food. She grabbed the plate from Levi’s hands and immediately started to stuff her face with cake.

“Disgusting.” Levi commented, sitting at the table across from Hange and staring at her. “You eat like a wild animal, Hange.”

“It’s so delicious!” Hange smiled happily at him, her mouth and cheeks already dirty with chocolate. “You should try it, too, Levi!” She outstretched the fork with cake to Levi, waiting for him to take a bite.

“I’m not going to do it.” Levi crossed his hands on his chest, scowling at Hange.

The smile on Hange’s lips grew wider as she moved the fork closer to Levi’s mouth. “C’mon, just a little bite!” She said in a sweet voice.

“No.”

“Please.”

“I said no.”

“Pretty please?” Hange made her best rendition of puppy eyes.

Levi huffed, cursed and then bended over, putting the fork in his mouth and eating the offered piece.

Hange beamed. “And?” she asked impatiently. “Did you like it?”

“It’s fine. Guess, Mike really knows how to cook.”

“By the way,” finished with her food, Hange put her chin on her hand, studying Levi intently. “How did you know that it was my favorite one?”

“How do you think? I asked that giant Mike.”

Hange’s lips curled into a sly smile. “I thought Mike’s shift ended at six? It’s half past nine already.”

Levi turned his head away from her, but Hange could swear she saw a faint blush on his cheeks. “I called him.”

“Oh my god!” Hange clasped her hands in delight. “Levi, that’s so nice of you! Thank you!”

“Don’t mention it. You just looked really shitty today, and I hated it.”

“Thank you, Levi, really, I appreciate it more than you think,”Hange said softly. To be honest, she appreciated Levi’s gesture more than she probably should, as a warm, pleasant feeling settled in her stomach. “But I still don’t understand what you meant earlier. With that whole break-up thing.”

“Huh? Weren’t you crying over something? I thought it was because that idiot dumped you.”

“What idiot?”

“The one you always come with? The guy with a constantly constipated face.”

Hange giggled at Levi’s description. “Do you mean Moblit? But, Levi, we aren’t dating. We’re just friends.”

Levi narrowed his eyes. “Then what the fuck have you been crying about?”

Hange awkwardly scratched her head. “I wasn’t crying? I just fell asleep on the table.”

Levi stared at her in disbelief. “You… you what? You were sleeping this whole time? What the fuck, Hange?”

Hange burst out laughing and the crease between Levi’s brows deepened.

“Unbelievable.” He continued. “And here I was worrying about you like some idiot, thinking you were heartbroken, and you… you just fell asleep! In the café! Which was full of people!”

“I had a pretty crazy week,” Hange tried to explain in between her laughs.

“You’re a goddamn weirdo, Hange.” Levi said in exasperation.

When her laugh had subdued, Hange smiled softly at Levi. She covered his hand with hers.

“That was very sweet of you, Levi, thank you once more.”

It took Levi a couple of seconds to register Hange’s words as he couldn’t look away from their joined hands. His heart started to beat faster and he felt his hands becoming clammy. He couldn’t decide if he liked this feeling inside of him or not, but he didn’t want Hange to move away.

But he also had a reputation, and he couldn’t just sit there, holding hands with Hange as though he was some love-struck idiot. Because he was not some love-struck idiot.

So Levi threw Hange’s hand away from him, swiftly getting to his feet.

“It’s getting late, four-eyes. Go home and get some sleep for fuck’s sake.”

“Yes, sir!” Hange mockingly saluted to him and also rose from her seat. She grabbed her bag and put on her jacket.

Before she walked out of the café, she grabbed Levi by the shoulder and leaned it to kiss him on the cheek.

“I told you we will become friends!” she exclaimed loudly, trying to be louder than her wildly beating heart.

This whole exchange with Levi was confusing her. Hange thought she was just a nuisance to Levi, but tonight he showed that he actually cared about her.

As a friend, Hange had to remind herself, he cared about her only as a friend. Or maybe, he just pitied her.

Whatever the case, Levi didn’t like her, especially in the way Hange liked him. He was tolerating her, and Hange shouldn’t even hope for something more.

So Hange waved at Levi one last time and then headed home, trying to get Levi’s impossibly beautiful eyes out of her mind.

***

One time, Hange came to the café too early and found Levi in the process of setting up the piano.

She came to stand next to him, leaning over the instrument and watching how Levi’s fingers delicately pressed the keys.

“You know, my mother always wanted to make some kind of artist out of me,” Hange began with a wistful smile. “She tried to teach me the piano and guitar, made me join the singing and dancing classes. And I was terrible at all of them.”

Levi raised his head to look at her. “And why am I not surprised?”

“Oi, that was rude!” Hange laughed, smacking his arm.

“Levi?” Hange called as a new idea appeared in her head. “Will you teach me how to play the piano?”

“You just told me you were terrible at it.”

“Maybe, I just didn’t have a good teacher.” Hange replied, smirking.

Levi silently studied her face for a long moment. Then he cursed and moved over to make a place for Hange at the bench.

“Come here.”

“Yay!” Hange happily exclaimed, as she sat next to Levi. “What do I do?” she asked, her fingers hovering above the keys.

Levi slapped her hands away. “For now you do nothing, and just watch what I’m doing. We’ll get to practice some other time.”

Hange sighed, a pout appearing on her face, but she complied. She pressed closer to Levi and laid her head on his shoulder. He tensed for a second, but then relaxed and resumed his check-up of the instrument.

Hange watched his every movement, a small smile painting her features. This warm feeling in her chest, the same one she got every time Levi was next to her, returned.

Hange thought, fleetingly, that she wanted this moment to last forever.

And that’s when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Hange jumped and whirled around to see whose hand it was.

Behind her stood Erwin, his hands on both Hange and Levi’s shoulders. There was a warm and a little apologetic smile on his lips.

“Is everything ready for tonight, Levi?”

Hange abruptly stood up.

“I… I need to go!” she said a bit too loudly. “Levi, Erwin, goodbye! Have a nice evening!” Hange waved at them and then hurried towards the exit, her mind reeling from what had just happened.

Just moments ago, she was pressed so closely to Levi, her head lying on his shoulder and it was… it was a rather intimate position, and Hange couldn’t understand why Levi didn’t push her away. Surely, he wanted to, right?

Hange furiously shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Levi was such a nice guy! Such kind and caring friend, and Hange was ruining their friendship with her stupid, improper feelings.

Hange had to stop being so greedy and appreciate what she already had with Levi. She had to start treasuring their tentative friendship and stop hoping for something more and imagining something that definitely wasn’t there.

***

Hange decided to put some distance between them, so the next time she came to the café, she just waved at Levi in greeting and then focused on her conversation with Moblit. It was hard for her to restrain herself from stealing small glances at Levi, but she always made sure to watch him while he wasn’t looking.

Moblit kept looking weirdly at her the whole time, noticing her strange behavior, but thankfully, because he was a really good friend, he said nothing about it.

In the following weeks, Hange continued in the same manner. She spoke to Levi only when he was the one to initiate the conversation and she stopped herself every time she wanted to touch him.

One time, as he was passing her the cup of coffee, their fingers accidentally brushed and Hange pulled her hand away so swiftly, the cup fell to the ground.

Levi cursed at her for making a mess. He hid his face from Hange, beginning to clean the floor, but as she accidentally made an eye contact with him, Hange saw something weird in his gaze. Levi’s eyes had a hurtful look in them, but Hange just shook her head, convincing herself that she just imagined it.

***

Two and a half weeks later, Levi was fed up with her bullshit.

Hange was chatting with Nanaba, when Levi came to her and grabbed her by the shirt, yanking her up and starting to drag her away.

“Levi! What-- what the fuck?”

“Shut up, four-eyes.” Levi growled, not even looking at her.

He pushed her out of the café and into the alleyway. Then he stood in front of her. His hands were crossed on his chest as he regarded her with cold eyes.

“Spill it out, Hange.”

“Huh? Spill what out?”

“What the fuck I did wrong.”

“Wh-- Levi, you did nothing wrong!”

“Then why the fuck are you ignoring me?”

Hange opened her mouth to reply, but Levi immediately cut her off. “Don’t try to deny it, Hange! You’ve been ignoring me for weeks now!”

He took a step towards her, and Hange tried to take a step away from him, but her back had hit the wall.

So Hange just stood there, hopelessly staring in Levi’s angry eyes.

“I thought I annoyed you.” Hange finally replied in an uncharacteristically small voice. She lowered her head in shame, unable to meet Levi’s gaze. There was something in his eyes, something that Hange couldn’t understand.

“Are you a goddamn idiot?” Levi asked after a few seconds. Despite the harshness of his words, his voice was soft. “Don’t you think I would make it very much clear if I didn’t like your company?”

“You like my company?” Hange widened her eyes in shock. She lifted her head to stare at Levi.

“Of course, I do, stupid.”

“And you consider me a friend?”

Levi sighed, but didn’t look away from Hange. “Unfortunately.”

Against her will, Hange’s lips curved into a big, happy smile. “And did you miss me all this time?”

Levi huffed, rolling his eyes. “I wouldn’t go that far, but,” he stopped and stared right at Hange, letting her see the rare softness in his eyes. “It was quite boring without your stupid face and shitty jokes.”

And Hange couldn’t restrain herself anymore, she launched herself at Levi, pressing him tightly to her chest.

She promised herself she would treat Levi as a friend. And friends frequently hugged each other, right?

As she wrapped her hands around Levi’s neck, Hange suddenly felt his hands on her back as he pressed her even closer to him.

“Don’t do such stupid shit again, Hange,” he whispered in her shoulder. “I thought you got sick of me or something.”

“I never get sick of my friends. And you are my friend, Levi.” Hange giggled.

“Good,” Levi’s voice was quiet, but fierce. It sent a million of shivers down Hange’s spine. “Because you’re mine friend as well.”

Hange hurried to untangle herself from Levi. The more they stood so close to each other, the harder it became to stop herself from doing something stupid. Like kissing Levi, or telling him what exactly she felt for him.

“I probably need to go back to Nanaba,” Hange scratched her neck. “She probably thinks you dragged me out there to kill me, or something.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that, I guess. But it was your fault too, you’re the one who kept running away from me every time I wanted to talk to you.”

“Well, we are both a pair of idiots, then.” Hange chuckled. “I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you around, Hange.”

***

“Oi, four-eyes,” Hange jumped at the sound of Levi’s voice. She was too lost in her thoughts to notice his approach. “We are closing soon, why aren’t you going home?”

Hange checked her watch and was surprised to find out that it was almost ten pm. “Oh my!” Hange exclaimed, grabbing her bag. “I completely forgot about the time!”

She got to her feet, but before she could take any step further, Levi grabbed her by the hand.

“Wait,” he narrowed his eyes and looked more closely at her. “Where is your umbrella?”

“My umbrella?” Hange awkwardly chuckled. “I don’t have any.”

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Levi almost growled. “Look at the weather!” he pointed to the window with his chin.

Hange looked out of the window. There was quite a storm outside. Huh, she seemed to miss that as well.

“I’ll be fine, Levi,” she tried to wave him off. “It’s just a rain.”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Just a rain my ass.” He sighed deeply. “I’ll be finished in a couple of minutes. Wait for me, and I’ll walk you home.”

“Levi, that’s unnecessary!” Hange protested. “I don’t live that far from here, and nothing is going to happen to me.”

“And what if you get sick?” Levi pressed. Hange’s heart melted at the sight of his angry, yet worried gaze. “I’m walking you home, Hange, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Hange sighed, giving up. Despite what everyone thought about her, she knew when to choose her battles. And that was not the fight she had a chance of winning.

“You worry too much.” She muttered.

“Someone has to.”

***

After Levi finished with his cleaning and closed the café, they started to slowly make their way towards Hange’s apartment.

The wind was blowing heavily, and the raindrops were cold and sharp. Hange and Levi had to press close to each other to fit under one umbrella.

Since Hange was taller than Levi, she held the umbrella above both of them, making sure to protect Levi from the rain as much as possible. However, when Levi noticed that Hange was keeping the umbrella more above him than herself, he growled and snatched it out of her hands.

“You’re a goddamn idiot.” He mumbled as he proceeded to shield both of them from the rain.

Hange felt as a smile made its way on her lips once again. The wind was howling around them and the rain seemed to become even heavier than before, but Levi’s presence kept her warmer than she felt in days.

***

“And we’re here,” Hange announced as they reached her apartment.

Levi nodded, looking up at her.

Hange knew that now she had to thank Levi for his concern and then say goodbye to him, maybe wish him a goodnight. She had to turn around and enter her apartment. But. Something inside of her didn’t allow her to do it.

So before she could stop herself, Hange asked.

“Would you like to come upstairs? I could make you some coffee.”

“I hate coffee,” Levi answered and Hange lowered her head, taking his words as an obvious refusal.

Hange hurriedly turned away, trying to hide her disappointed expression. But Levi’s hand on her forearm stopped her.

“But I would love to have a cup of tea.”

Immediately Hange’s lips curved into a big, happy smile. “Sure!” she exclaimed, grabbing Levi by the hand and dragging him into her apartment.

***

Holding mugs with hot beverage, Hange and Levi sat side by side at the sofa in Hange’s living room.

Levi seemed to look around the room, while Hange desperately tried to think of something to say to fill the awkward silence.

Usually, she was good at talking, more than good, as people were frequently annoyed with her inability to shut up. But now, when she needed it so much, Hange couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

Her mind was still trying to come up with some topic of conversation, when Levi suddenly got to his feet, putting his mug on a coffee table.

“I… I’m sorry, Hange,” he breathed out. “I just can’t do this.”

Hange’s heart skipped a beat, as her lips slid downwards. She was such an idiot. Why did she even expect something different? Of course, Levi would hate spending time with her, it was probably too awkward for him, and Hange shouldn’t have even thought about asking him to come over.

She glanced at him, her mouth already forming an apology, but Hange stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed the look on Levi’s face. It was full of disgust and repulsion.

With the same look on his face, he picked one of the dozen papers that were scattered on Hange’s coffee table.

“What is this shit?” he asked, carefully holding the coffee stained paper with two fingers and showing it to Hange. “This is fucking… this is such a fucking mess, four-eyes. What the fuck?” he questioned, looking around the room.

He took a few steps, reaching a pile of Hange’s dirty laundry that she had been meaning to do for weeks now.

“What is this?” Levi continued in the same disgusted voice. He kicked the pile of clothes, as though it personally offended him. “How can you live surrounded by such trash? This is not an apartment, that’s a fucking garbage can.”

And Hange couldn’t hold it anymore, she burst out laughing. She bended over, continuing to laugh. Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes and her stomach started to hurt, but she couldn’t stop.

Here she was, thinking Levi wanted to leave, because he didn’t enjoy her company, while the man was just perplexed by state of Hange’s apartment.

“Oh my god, Levi,” Hange croaked after her laugh had subdued. “You’re something else. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a clean-freak as you.”

Hange made a mistake of raising her head and looking at Levi. His displeased and annoyed face sent her into another fit of giggles.

“This isn’t funny, Hange. There is so much dirt and dust around, it’s not healthy for you to live like this. And you should be aware of that, you’re a biology professor!”

“Oi, you’re obviously exaggerating, Levi. Maybe, my apartment is a bit unkempt, but it’s not nearly as bad as you say.”

“You’re right, it’s way worse.” Levi took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “I can’t let you live like this, surrounded by such garbage.”

“Huh?” Hange cocked her head to the side, studying Levi curiously. “Just what are you trying to say by that, Levi?”

“I’m trying to say, four-eyes, that I’m going to clean your shit of an apartment.”

“Levi, no, no, no!” Hange walked up to him, waving her hands around. “You can’t do this!”

“Of course, I can, I have to. I won’t be able to fall asleep, knowing that my friend lives in such dirt.”

Hange involuntary smiled at Levi’s words. The way Levi casually called her a friend made her heart swell with fondness.

“Levi, c’mon,” Hange still tried to argue. “You’ve done enough for me already, you don’t have to clean my apartment as well.”

“Who told you I was going to do it alone?” Levi raised his eyebrow. “Your messy ass will help me. Go and fetch me a broom and a mop.”

Hange sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Is there any way I can stop you?”

“Don’t be an idiot, Hange.” Levi replied, not even looking at her as he already started to sort out her clothes.

Hange cursed quietly, as she walked out of the room to go look for the items Levi asked to retrieve. It’s going to be a very long night…

***

When Levi deemed their cleaning finally finished, Hange was ready to collapse. Which she did, sprawling onto her sofa.

Levi sat next to her. He didn’t look tired at all - on the contrary, there was a seemingly pleased expression on his face.

Hange had never seen Levi look so happy.

“Jesus, you’re definitely a clean-freak,” Hange sighed, turning her head to look at him.

Levi shrugged, unfazed by Hange’s insult. “You should thank me, four-eyes. Now your apartment looks like a place, where lives a human being, and not some sort of wild animal.”

“Whatever.” Hange replied, too tired to continue arguing.

Her hand reached over to her mug, and Hange was devastated to find out that their tea had long since grown cold.

“Oh, I should probably make another tea for us,” she said, closing her eyes. She would lie here just for a moment, and then she would get up and head to the kitchen.

A moment later, though, Hange was already asleep.

***

Hange woke up with a groan. The sun was shining too brightly, and Hange moved to shield her eyes.

She tried to raise her hand, but she couldn’t, something holding it tightly in one place.

Hange’s brows furrowed in confusion, as she tried to understand what was going on.

Firstly, the curtains in her room always protected her from the morning light, so how come she was woken up by a bright sunshine? Hange slowly opened her eyes and saw that she wasn’t lying in her bed.

She suddenly remembered last night’s events. She probably fell asleep on her sofa, too exhausted to move to her bed. But if she was sleeping on the sofa, then where was Levi? Did he go home?

Hange turned her head and immediately found an answer to her question. Levi was sitting on the sofa, his eyes closed. His hand was wrapped tightly around Hange’s shoulder as her head lied on his knees.

Hange felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. For the first time in her life, she didn’t know what to do.

Obviously, she needed to get up, but she didn’t want to wake Levi up. She wasn’t sure if she could look him in the eyes after he realizes that they fell asleep on each other.

But then Hange looked up at the clock on the wall, and all embarrassing thoughts left her mind. It was almost nine o’clock and that meant she was late for work!

Hange shot up to her feet, put on her glasses and ran to the wardrobe, searching for a change of clothes.

Her sudden movements raised Levi from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes, staring at Hange in confusion.

“Hange?” he asked, his voice husky from the sleep.

Hange closed her eyes, trying not to think about Levi’s obviously gorgeous voice.

“Hi!” she awkwardly waved at him, glancing at him briefly. Hange furiously shifted through her clothes, trying to restrain herself from turning around to look at Levi again. His morning bedhead was so adorable!

“I’m sorry, I would have offered you a breakfast, but I’m really late for work!” Hange explained hurriedly.

“It’s fine. My shift at the café starts soon as well. Can I use your shower, though?”

“Of course!” Hange smiled at him, grabbing her clothes and then hurrying to her bedroom to change.

***

They exited Hange’s apartment and then walked together until they reached the café. There their paths diverged, and after briefly hugging Levi, Hange rushed to her work.

Levi stood on a street, watching Hange until her lanky figure disappeared from his view. He sighed and then opened the door, entering the café.

And the first thing he saw inside was Mike’s grinning face.

“Well?” he asked smugly, crossing the hands on his broad chest and looking down at Levi. “Should I congratulate you?”

Levi stared at him, obviously confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“About you and Hange finally getting your shit together and admitting your feelings for each other!”

Levi felt a blush appearing on his cheeks. He pushed Mike away, walking further into café.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He muttered under his nose.

“There is no need to be ashamed!” Mike laughed. “And there is no need to deny it,” he continued, following after Levi. “You walked in here in the yesterday’s clothes and,” Mike leaned in, sniffing Levi. “You smell like Hange.”

Levi narrowed his eyes, looking at Mike in disgust. “Are you a fucking dog?”

Levi’s words made Mike laugh again. “She just has a very distinctive smell. Had it since childhood. Besides, I’ve seen you two through the window, you can’t deny it. So,” Mike clasped his giant hand on Levi’s shoulder. “Tell me how it went.”

Before Levi could open his mouth to tell Mike to fuck off, Erwin walked in. His eyebrows were raised high, as he gave Levi an impressive look.

“I wasn’t expecting you two to confess so quickly,” he admitted, shaking his head.

“I told you Hange wouldn’t dance around for too long,” Mike argued. “It was Hange, who made the first move, right?” he asked Levi.

For a long moment, Levi stared at them in disbelief. He expected something like that from Mike, but Erwin? Going behind his back to gossip about his personal life? And his relationship with Hange?!

Honestly, Levi didn’t know what was going on between him and Hange. When he woke up today, with his hands wrapped around Hange, he felt strangely relaxed. He didn’t feel awkward or embarrassed. Waking up next to Hange felt almost natural, as though it’s how the things were meant to be.

Sleeping next to Hange felt good, and Levi couldn’t remember the last time he slept so soundly.

Levi knew what he felt for Hange, no matter how much he tried to deny it at first. He knew that he liked her more than just a friend, but he had no idea how Hange felt about him. Was he just a friend for her or something more?

But Levi always stopped himself there, there was no way Hange could actually see him as something more, she was funny and smart, she could find someone ten times better than Levi. Someone whose mind didn’t freeze every time they talked about feelings, someone who could use their words to express how much they admire and treasure Hange, and how much better their life became, when she decided to enter it.

Just thinking about this, Levi’s head began to hurt. Feelings and all this romantic shit was such a pain in the ass! And now Erwin and Mike were bothering him about it!

“Nothing happened,” Levi gritted between his teeth, glaring at the two blondes. “I walked her home, because she forgot her umbrella, and then she invited me for a cup of tea. Her apartment was a fucking mess, so I started cleaning it. We got tired and then fell asleep. End of the story.” He said with warning in his voice, staring at Mike and daring him to say something.

“Well, that does sound like the truth,” Erwin chuckled. “So our bet is still on, Mike.”

Levi widened his eyes, as he stared up at Erwin, not believing he had actually heard everything correctly. Erwin and Mike made a bet? About him and Hange? What a couple of fucking assholes.

“You are fucking morons.” Levi muttered darkly, prompting Mike and Erwin to start laughing.

Levi rolled his eyes, paying them no mind, and went to the closet to grab his cleaning supplies. At least someone in this shithole had to start working, and not just stand around, gossiping like a pair of schoolgirls.

***

“No, Hange, that’s not how you do it,” Levi sighed, slapping Hange’s hand away for the tenth time today.

He agreed to give her another piano lesson, and was beginning to regret it. Hange’s сhildhood teachers were right, she was terrible at music. But still, Levi patiently continued to show her the same few notes again and again.

“You press the keys too hard, you need to do it gently,” Levi told her.

Looking at Hange’s confused face, Levi rose from his seat and came to stand behind Hange. He put his hands on top of hers.

“You press them like that,” he whispered into Hange’s ear, gently guiding her hands.

“Alright,” Hange nodded and Levi had probably imagined the slight shivering in her voice. “Yeah, I think I got it.”

“Okay,” Levi agreed, moving away from Hange. He briefly squeezed her shoulder, before sitting next to her on the bench.

Hange put her hands on the piano, repeating the short melody Levi tried to teach her.

Levi’s eyes widened, when she recreated it almost perfectly, her fingers moving confidently across the keyboard.

“That was… good,” Levi said in the same disbelieving voice. “It was really good, Hange.”

“You actually think so?” Hange asked, her lips already curving into a smile.

Levi nodded, a small smile appearing on his lips as well.

“Yay!” Hange threw her hands in the air. “I’m finally managed to do it right!”

Then Hange wrapped her hands around Levi’s neck, pressing him close to her. “That’s all thanks to you, Levi!” Hange exclaimed in a really loud voice. Levi would have moved away from her and reprimanded her for being so nosy, but being so close to Hange, inhaling her faint scent and feeling her warmth, was… good. Levi didn’t wish for her to move away.

A couple of moments later, though, Hange pulled away from him. She didn’t move too far, still keeping her hands around his neck, as she gazed softly at him.

Levi felt himself slowly drowning in the depth of her beautiful brown eyes.

“You are an excellent teacher, Levi,” Hange whispered.

She was so close, Levi could count all of her eyelashes. He suddenly noticed faint freckles on her cheeks, and a slight smile tugged on Levi’s lips as he looked closely at them.

When Levi looked up, returning his gaze to Hange’s eyes, he found out that she was actually looking on his lips.

Did she… Did she want to kiss him? Could it be that she was feeling the same as him?

Hange kept staring at his lips, and Levi leaned in slightly, silently giving Hange the permission to kiss him.

Levi closed his eyes, his heart beating wildly in his chest, as he waited for Hange to finally connect her lips with his.

However, a second later Hange untangled herself completely from him. Levi opened his eyes, staring at her in confusion.

In the meanwhile, Hange swiftly got to her feet and was already turning away from Levi.

“I… I need to go home!” she exclaimed, sounding cheerful, but Levi heard the nervousness in her voice. “I suddenly remembered I… I left the stove on! Yes! So, yeah, see you later, Levi!”

Hange almost ran out of the café, while Levi sat still, staring at her retreating form.

He broke out of his daze, when he heard the sound of the door closing after Hange.

Shooting up from his seat, Levi ran after her.

He caught up with her a minute later, and grabbing her wrist, Levi dragged into the alleyway behind the café.

“What the fuck, Hange?” Levi asked furiously. “Why do you keep running away from me?”

Levi was sure, he was sure Hange felt something for him. Why else she would be staring at his lips so intently, if she had no desire to kiss them?

“I’m not running away!” Hange protested, taking a few steps away from Levi. “I… just really need to go home.”

“Do I look like an idiot who would believe this bullshit?” Levi growled. “Just tell me the truth, goddamn it! If I’m making you uncomfortable, just say so!”

“You’re not making me uncomfortable,” Hange fiercely denied. “You’re making me way too comfortable, and that’s what scares me.” Her voice became quiet, almost a whisper, and Hange lowered her head, not able to look at Levi’s face, which was so unusually full of emotions.

“Hange…” Levi made a small, tentative step towards her. He wanted to take another one, wanted to reach Hange and hold her in his arms, but he didn’t want to scare her. “Back at the café… What did you want to do? Just tell me, Hange.”

Hange shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I do, then it will ruin everything. It will ruin our friendship and you’ll start to hate me.”

“Nonsense.” Levi’s fierce voice made Hange raise her head to look at him. He was staring right at her, his grey eyes burning with intensity. “There is nothing, nothing, you can do that would make me hate you. And I promise you, I swear to you, Hange,” he took another step towards her, finally coming close enough to grab her hand. He raised it to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles. “That I would never stop considering you my friend.”

Hange gazed at him, completely speechless. Her hand burned, where Levi’s lips touch it. Hange wanted to feel those lips on hers, she wanted it so badly, more than anything in this world.

And looking in Levi’s eyes, his beautiful grey eyes that gazed so softly at her right now, Hange couldn’t lie to him. So she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, preparing for her next words.

“I wanted to kiss you.”

Hange didn’t dare to open her eyes, to look at Levi’s obviously disgusted and disappointed face.

But suddenly Hange felt Levi’s hands on her cheeks. She tentatively opened her eyes and met Levi’s gentle gaze.

“You wanted to kiss me?” he asked slowly.

Hange nodded, not trusting her voice right now.

“Do you… do you still want to kiss me?”

Hange’s eyes widened as she heard a slight nervousness in Levi’s voice.

She again nodded in agreement, and Levi took a deep breath.

“Alright,” he said more to himself than to her. “So if I were to kiss you right now, would that be okay?”

“More than okay.” Hange finally found her voice, her heart beginning to beat faster.

“Oh, okay. Then,” Levi looked at her face critically. “I’m going to kiss you. Right now. Is that still okay?”

Hange quietly chuckled, amused by Levi’s anxiety. “You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to.” she told him with a smile.

“No, I want to,” Levi stubbornly replied. “I wanted to do it for a very long time.”

Hange was shocked to hear this. Did Levi really feel the same way as her? All this time?

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“No, all of it had been a part of my very elaborate prank,” Levi rolled his eyes. “You know how much I like pranking people, four-eyes.”

Hange gave him a light shove, giggling. “You’re such an asshole, Levi!”

“Yes, I am,” Levi told her seriously. “I’m a rude asshole, who is incapable of talking about his feelings, and hides his true emotions behind insults.”

“Mm, and you’re also a horrible clean-freak.” Hange added.

“Yeah, you still want to kiss me?”

“Well, that depends. Do you want to kiss a messy, loud and slightly crazy scientist in stupid glasses?”

“Very much so.”

“Alright then,” Hange leaned in, her lips hovering inches away from Levi’s. “Still haven’t changed your mind?”

“Goddamn it, Hange,” Levi growled, grabbing her by the back of her head and crushing their lips in a passionate kiss.

Hange moved her hands to Levi’s shoulders, bringing him even closer to her.

They continued to kiss until they were out of breath. When they broke apart, Hange grinned at Levi, staring at his slightly flushed face and red lips.

“That wasn’t such a bad kiss,” Hange commented, leaning in for another one.

“That was a very good kiss!” Hange and Levi suddenly heard a very familiar voice.

They turned around and saw Mike and Erwin. They wore identical smug grins, as they stared at Hange and Levi with amused eyes.

“I didn’t know you were such a good kisser, Levi!” Mike shouted, chuckling at the furious expression on Levi’s face. “Hange, did you enjoy it? Was it better than that time when I kissed you on a bet when we were kids?”

Ignoring Levi’s curious (and slightly disgusted) stare, Hange laughed. “Literally any kiss is better than that one, Mike!” she replied, grinning at her friend.

“Were you two really watching us this whole time?” Levi grumbled.

“We had a bet!” Mike argued. “We needed to find out who was the winner.”

“Oh?” Hange looked up. “And who was?”

“Are you serious, Hange?” Levi hissed. “Those two were spying on us like a pair of fucking creeps.”

“That’s because they are a pair of fucking creeps,” Hange shrugged. “And I want to know who the winner was.”

“Well, Hange was technically the one, who confessed first,” Mike began.

“But Levi was the one who kissed her,” Erwin protested. “And if it wasn’t for Levi running after Hange, they would be continuing this pining nonsense for another couple of month.”

“Fine, you’re right.” Mike shook his head, looking at Hange. “You’ve disappointed me. I thought you would be the one to make the first move, and not our angry shorty.”

“Jesus Christ!” Levi shouted. “Can you two morons just leave us alone already?”

“Alright, alright, we’re leaving,” Erwin said, chuckling. Mike obviously wanted to add something else, but Erwin grabbed him by the hand, leading him away.

Levi released a sigh when the door closed behind them.

“Fucking assholes.” He muttered under his breath.

“Oi, don’t be such a grump,” Hange teased him, softly ruffling his hair.

“Whatever,” Levi grumbled.

In the next second, he wrapped his hands around Hange’s waist looking up at her with a smirk.

“I think we should continue where we left off. Would you like to?”

“I would love to.” Hange replied, leaning in and pressing her lips to his.

As Levi kissed Hange, he thought that he would probably never get tired of doing this. He tangled his hand in her soft hair and felt her smile against his lips, and his mouth curved into his a smile of his own.

#levihan #levihan fanfiction #levi x hange #levi ackerman #hange zoe #my fics #this is so cheesy istg #snk #snk fanfiction

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jusananimehoe · 4 years

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Hi, first of all I'm in love with your writing 🥺 Could you write a Genten angst (sorry I'm a sad bitch) in witch the reader saw him with someone else but with a fluff ending????

Okay, so I got like 3 asks for angst- and an ask for a continuation of the Dabiten threesome, with the aftermath for our reader, so I hope you guys don’t mind but I combined them all into one. Fair warning,this got way darker than I planned, so it has mentions of self halfm, suicidal thoughts, and a little minor mental break, all with a fluff ending, promise! xxx

You tried not to show anyone the shaking in your hands, the trembling of your lips, eyes downcast as you walked through the mansion. A voice called to you but you ignored it, whoever it was didn’t matter, nothing really mattered at the moment. You scratched uncomfortably at your left wrist, feeling he mutilated skin there, your breathing easing steadily at the soothing motion, just how fucked up am I? Your lip wobbled dangerously, wetness dripping down your cheeks and you bolted out the front doors.

It was inevitable that he’d move on, you’d been pushing him away for weeks now, denying him any affection, locking yourself away as you mutilated your body to try and cope with the agony. But Toga? Of all fucking people, Toga? Seeing him holding her, it had been a wake-up call, one you needed.

Moments later you had raced up an old set of stairs, slowly rotting away from lack of use and up to a hidden alcove of the roof, relaxing as you reached your little hiding place, dropping unsteadily to your knees, hands digging viciously into your palms as you tried to calm your racing heart, you could feel the panic attack coming on, could feel the spots starting to dot your vision, you choked on a sob, eyes closing, body rocking back and forth steadily. A warm hand on your shoulder dragged you from the panic, and you whipped around to see the last person you ever wanted to see again, what more could he possibly want from me?

“Easy there doll, you’re looking a bit pale, take a deep breath for me”. His raspy voice was oddly soothing, and after the shock of his appearance wore off you did as he told you, breathing in deeply, oxygen filling your burning lungs, how had you not noticed the pain? A scarred palm smoothed your sweaty hair back, the other hand brushing the tears from your cheek carefully, the gesture startingly soft, and you flinched, another wave of tears falling from your eyes as you drove your knuckles into the sockets, maybe I could just fucking blind myself?

“Stop it, now”. The command was harsh, your hands pulled away sharply, eyes clashing with the vibrant blue of his irises, but you couldn’t do this, couldn’t handle his touch, not again. You jerked back viciously, crawling backwards and away from him, shaking your head desperately. His eyes followed you, widening slightly, and for a moment you thought you could see genuine worry glittering at you from his expression as he lifted a hand, and then let it fall again, palm grazing his jaw as he watched you, lost in thought.

“Stay away from me”, you choked out. “It was you; it was fucking all you”, your voice cracked as you sobbed, rocking back and forth again as you descended into hysterics, Dabi’s expression paling further as he watched you. “You knew he’d be angry, that he’d punish me”, your nails clawed viciously at your cheeks, trying to distract yourself from the pain in your heart, by causing physical pain, a regular occurrence, ever since that day.

“Next time you want to act like a slut around him, maybe remember that I’m fucking happy to treat you like one”.

You screamed angrily as the voice filled your head again, shaking your head viciously to clear it. “You made me dirty, and now no-one will want me, he won’t want me”, you feel back against the bricks, blood staining your sleeve from where you’d scratched so hard the wounds had re-opened. Dabi was staring at it, eyes wide with understanding. You didn’t care, he can fuck off. “I’ll never be enough now; don’t you get it? You patchwork freak, he’ll never want to touch me again”. He flinched away from the rage in your voice even as you shrunk in on yourself, going quite all at once.

“He deserves better”, your whisper was so soft you weren’t even sure Dabi heard it. “I’ll leave, that’s what I’ll do, I’ll leave and then he can find someone worthy of him”, you mumbled to yourself, eyes flickering back and forth as Dabi gaped at you. Finally, he seemed to snap, shaking his head and jumping to his feet.

“Fucking hell doll, what’d we do to you, hm?” He dashed down the stairs a moment later. You didn’t care, he can stay gone. You blinked slowly, trying to focus, fingers wandering over the blood that had stained your wrist, had you scratched that badly, really? The woozy feeling in your head was difficult to identify, it could just be anxiety, or it could be blood loss, you glanced down and finally noticed the small pool forming at your feet, laughing listlessly. That’s one way of leaving, I guess.

Running footsteps interrupted your thoughts, but you were too tired to really comprehend where they were coming from, your vision spotty, breathing shallow, and growing painful even as icy hands cupped your cheeks, a warm body pressing to yours, lifting you against them, whispering softly to you, though you couldn’t really make out the words. You snuggled closer to that warmth though, nuzzling your nose against it, “hang in there, baby, come on now”. You loved that voice, that strong voice so much, it made you tremble and whimper, even as someone crooned soft reassurances to you. Your eyes fluttered slightly, locking briefly with those pale irises you loved so much, a gentle smile on your lips before you faded out.

When you woke the room was dark, your wrist had been bandaged, and your head hurt terribly. You sat up swiftly, confusion clouding your brain even as you noticed him climbing across the bed to you. You jerked backwards instantly, pressing back into the pillows, shrinking from the rage and the punishment you knew would be coming, you’d been so badly behaved after all. What if he brings Dabi in again? God I’d rather die.

“That won’t be happening, not ever again”. His voice was soft as he crawled closer to you, like he was trying not to startle you. “Just you and me, forever, I promise, okay?” Your lip wobbled as you met his gaze, so much love. You whimpered, eyes dropping again but he cupped your chin gently, forcing your head up to meet his eyes, “I promise I’ll fix this; I swear to you if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll fix this”. You openly sobbed then, head collapsing against his chest, too exhausted to fight him on it. He pulled you close instantly, arms tight around you, mouth ghosting over your cheek, pressing softly against the small scratches your nails had left you with.

Your soft cries continued for some time, while he stroked your hair and kissed your skin, whispered sweet nothings to you. I don’t deserve it; I don’t deserve any of it. I’m dirty, I’m disgusting, that’s why he’d been with Toga in the lounge area, he’d moved on. “No baby, no never”, the fierceness in his voice was a shock, you flinched slightly without meaning to and his eyes softened instantly, hands cupping your cheeks and pressing your foreheads together. “I wanted her advice, on trying to mend this rift between us, that’s all, nothing more”. You breathed in at that, realising suddenly that your lungs were burning again.

“It was my fuck-up baby, not yours. I went too far, I know it, Dabi knows it. I swear I’ll never do it again”, his words were whispered softly against your lips, eyes glistening wetly, you gaped at him. My beautiful, strong Geten, ready to cry for me. “Forgive me? I’m so fucking sorry”, his voice broke, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he waited, for my answer, god he really thinks I won’t forgive him. But he’s the one who needs to forgive me.

“No baby”, he whispered softly to you, and you realised you’d recently developed a nasty habit of speaking your thoughts aloud. “I messed up, but I swear if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, please”. The pleading in his voice broke you, drawing a whimpering cry from your throat as you surged forward to kiss him, mouths clashing in a messy tangle of teeth and tongue, moaning as his tongue slammed inside your mouth, licking desperately, exploring like he would die without it.

You climbed into his lap, hands roaming over his shoulders, shoving his parka down and onto the floor, fingers ghosting over his slender abdomen, scratching playfully at his nipples as he moaned softly into your mouth at your ministrations. His hips bucked up against yours, both of you groaning from the friction as his length rubbed against your clothed pussy, too many clothes. Clearly Geten agreed, because a moment later your shirt had vanished, leaving you clad only in your bra and panties, and rubbing desperately against the growing bulge in his pants. “Please”, you moaned desperately, drawing a strangled noise from his throat as he tore your bra from your chest.

A hot mouth closed hungrily over your nipple, drawing a desperate cry from you as his had slipped under your panties, rubbing through your dripping folds instantly, before swiftly shoving two fingers inside your heat, a choked gasp leaving you as your hips started to ride his fingers, desperate for more, needing more, needing everything. A third finger slipped inside you a few moments later before he started to scissor them, eyes gazing at you as your mouth opened in a soft moan, hips humping his fingers heatedly, throwing your head back as you lost yourself to the pleasure. His finger curled then, stroking over that spot inside you and you squealed, “God, Geten please”, you begged.

His fingers were pulled out a moment later as he dragged his pants down far enough to free his cock, guiding it swiftly to your entrance before sheathing himself inside you as you screamed. It was so much, so good. You moaned loudly, and then started to ride him, his hands coming up to grip your hips tightly, pushing you up and down as you moved, he was so fucking deep inside you. It felt so good, so good, as you bounced up and down desperately on his cock, moans growing louder as he angled it perfectly to brush against that one spot inside you.

He started to lift you then, pulling you back down as he thrust up into you, hard, and you came apart on top of him with a scream a moment later, nails clawing at the nape of his neck, crying out his name in desperation as he chased his high, moaning softly in his ear, mouth sucking softly at the pale skin of his throat, he’d be mad about the hickies later, but you didn’t care, not right now anyway. “Please Geten”, you moaned softly in his ear before pulling back and pressing your foreheads together again, “please cum inside me, please”.

He gave a strangled, throaty groan at your words before sheathing himself inside you one last time, hot spurts of cum pumping inside of you as you both moaned, falling sideways, cock still buried in your mess of a hole. He always fucks me so good. He sealed your mouths then, claiming yours in a blistering kiss, tongue slamming so far down your throat you were worried you’d choke for a moment before he pulled back, eyes half-lidded and full of love.

“I love you so much”, his soft whisper against your lips had you whimpering again as you pressed closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, desperate for as much affection as you could possibly get while he was feeling this soft. “My beautiful, baby girl”, he continued quietly as your eyes closed, humming contentedly as he nibbled your jaw, before pressing soft kisses all over your face. He didn’t stop until you started to giggle, hiding your head in his neck again as he smiled gently against your hair.

“You’re mine, only mine, forever, I promise”.

#geten #bnha geten #mha geten #geten x reader #geten smut #geten fluff #dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x geten #dabi x reader #meta liberation army #paranormal liberation front #league of villains #myheroacademia #my villain academia

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whattodowithace · 3 years

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Roommates Code: How it Began (Seyoon’s Story)

Title: Roommates Code: How it Began

Pairing: Liju x Seyoon & Donghun (But can be reader x Seyoon & Donghun)

Genre: Humor, slight spice

Word count: 2187

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

"Would you stop playing that video?" I groan, ready to throw my textbook at my schoolmate who sat on my head watching a music video for the hundredth time.

"I have to watch it closely. It's for science." She answers me, her eyes staying glued to the screen in front of her.

"You could help me with our homework project due in a few days. For science." I mimic her wording, making her narrow her eyes at me before shutting her laptop down to get her books.

This is how our relationship was. And how it probably always would be. My relationship with my classmate was fairly new. Both of us meeting one day at a study group in the library at our school. We continued to see each other for the next four weeks. The group we were with ignoring us most times, leaving us with just each other to talk to. Now we had moved our study sessions to my house. Us studying for school together becoming a weekly habit on top of sitting next to each other during lunch break at school as a excuse to hang out.

The room is silent for five minutes before she pipes up again; "You know, with the amount of times we talk to each other and see each other, we could move in together as roommates once we graduate." She tells me.

I look up from my book to meet her eyes, surprised to see she was actually being serious. I lean back in my chair as i say, "We would probably kill each other."

She shrugs, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she does so. "We might." She says, "Or we might not. We've been hanging out with each other for five months now and haven't manged to argue yet. And we don't seem to stress each other. And i don't see you or i getting boyfriends means how we like being alone so much."

I laugh, the idea amusing and sounding fun. But it seemed a little outlandish means how we still had another nine months of high school left.

"We'll see where we are when we finish school. We might hate each other by then." I say before turning back to my book.

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The problem with us, however, is when we kid about something, it often times happens somehow. Two months after graduating high school we found good paying jobs and a available apartment.

"I'll let you two look around a bit more." The landlord of our new apartment said as she walked down the stairs, "Congratulations on getting the place."

We both thanked her with smiles on our faces before shutting the door and letting out an excited scream. Our place small but roomy enough for us, making it feel like a palace compared to our small bedrooms at home. And the biggest difference was this was our place.

"Which room do you want?" She asks me as we make our way down the hall.

"You can have the bigger room. You have more things than i do." I tell her, stepping into what would be her bedroom.

"You've never had a big bedroom before though." She says, sounding guilty.

I laugh, "Please, my room has a bathroom. That's a luxury by itself."

We both laugh as we continue walking around our rooms. At one point I stand in my room trying to think of how to arrange things when i hear her call,

"If we shut our bedroom doors can we still hear each other?" She asks, poking her head into my room.

Our bedrooms were stationed right next to each other, the thought of being able to talk even from our rooms making me giggle.

"Lets see." I say through a laugh. Shutting my bedroom door, hearing her do the same a moment later.

She taps on the wall next to my room, the sound echoing through my empty room. "We could learn mores code!" I hear her say as she starts randomly taping the wall with her hand.

I laugh and lean my back against the wall, "If our walls are this thin that means our neighbors can hear us. Which means they're going to wonder why your using mores code to summon Satan."

I hear her laugh as she walks out of her room and into mine, "But if we ever get boyfriends it might be an issue. We'll hear more of each other than is wanted."

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Four years later:

I sit at the kitchen table one afternoon scrolling through my Ipad when the front door unlocks and my roommate steps inside. I open my mouth to greet her but quickly shut it when i see the man standing behind her.

"Thank you again for walking me home, Seyoon." She says, smiling at him as she leans her body weight against the door.

"It was no problem." He says sweetly, smiling back at her.

I bite my lip and slowly move off my chair to try to sneak away to my bedroom to give them some privacy. I had just stood up when she turns her head and looks at me,

"Where are you going?" She asks, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

I straighten and force a smile on my face, silently cursing her for drawing attention to me.

"Nowhere." I answer in a sweet voice, my eyes narrowing at her.

"Hey Seyoon." I wave at him.

Seyoon waves back at me, "Hey, good to see you." His smile widens as he looks back at my roommate before saying, "I should get going. But it was really good to see you all. Thank you for letting me walk you home." He says. I don't miss the way his hand slightly reaches for hers that rests on the doorknob or how he lingers at the door though. All of this making me smirk.

She thanks him again before shutting the door completely and whirling around to throw her bag at me. I let out a cry when it hits me on the shin.

"What the heck do you keep in there? Bricks?" I grumble as i rub my leg.

"I keep them in there for when i need to beat you to death." She fires back. "I told you to stay in the same room as me if we ever see him. Then you try to wonder off!"

"He looked like he wanted to be alone with you!" I shout, a smirk on my lips.

She narrows her eyes at me before running up and kicking my feet out from under me, making me land on my back, air leaving my lungs.

She kicks me in the butt, making me scream.

"He walked you home! That's a clear sign he wants a relationship with you!" I scream at her. Her face going red.

"I don't care, because i don't want a relationship with him." She mumbles quietly.

I stand up from the ground and brush myself off, "Are you sure about that?" I ask, making her hesitate but still narrow her eyes at me.

This had been an ongoing conversation between us for the past month. Kim Seyoon was her workmate, he also only lived a block away from our apartment. For the past month, he had been making it very clear he liked her. Making lunch for her, sending her texts to check on her when she didn't show up at work. He even brought over some soup once for me when i was sick and she had stayed home to make sure i didn't die. Clearly trying to get on my good side as well.

Needless to say, i liked him for her. But her being the stubborn person she is, refused to admit she liked him or wanted a date with him. So for the past month we had talked, argued, and screamed at each other about the matter. Even though she denied it, i could see her walls cracking slightly. She was growing more of a weak spot for him than she wanted to admit.

"I'm going to go. I ordered a Pizza for dinner for us." I tell her as i pick up my car keys.

A smile grows on my roommates face at the mention of her favorite food. "This doesn't change anything. I still don't like you."

I laugh and roll my eyes, "I know." I sigh out as i walk out the door.

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"This one?"

"No." I answer after observing the dress briefly that she had pulled from her closet.

"I don't know what to wear!" She groans in frustration. Raking her fingers through her hair.

After three months of bucking liking Seyoon, she finally caved in to him. Tonight being their first official date that he was going to pick her up for in an hour.

"I still say this dress," I tell her, holding up a red low cut dress with a thick black belt around l the waist.

"But i don't want to wear it." She whines, stomping her foot slightly.

I sigh and put the dress down on her bed. "You look good in it and you know he would like it. You just are too scared to wear it."

My roommate glares at me, mumbling words under her breath as she goes to put the dress i picked out on.

For the remaining hour we walk around our apartment finding things she needed to complete her look. Which included her borrowing one of my necklaces, me doing her hair while she worked on her makeup, and us arguing back and forth like always.

The doorbell rain as she was putting her shoes on, the noise making her jump and look at me panicked. I smirk at her as i wonder down the hall to my door so he couldn't see me when she opened the door. She gave me a passing glare as she went to open the door, Seyoon greeting her warmly in a white button down shirt and black slacks. His blonde hair falling over his eyes in fluffy locks. His eyes widening slightly and his voice going nervous when he saw her.

I smile to myself as i watch the pair walk out the door. I retreat into my bedroom for a night to myself while she was gone.

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I stumble into the kitchen sleepily the next morning. My eyes refusing to stay open. I go to the fridge and pour some cold coffee into a cup when my roommate comes out of her room, her eyes sparkling.

"Good morning." She say brightly, going to the fridge to pour herself a glass of milk. Her long hair doing little to hide several of the dark patches that cover her neck and collarbone

I stand by the counter with a glare on my face as she does so. My gaze on her making her meet my eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that? And why do you look so tired?"

"Maybe it's because certain people wouldn't stop moaning and panting last night." I snap. Making her almost spit her mouthful of milk all over the floor.

"You heard us?" She coughs.

"Our walls are paper thin!" I say, "Your bed is close to the wall so i could hear everything. Until 3AM i heard many many things."

"No.. you... you didn't, did you?" She asks, her voice cracking and her eyes wide from shock.

"That's a good boy." I mimic, using one of her choice words that night.

She gasps loudly, her face and neck going red. "I thought you would be asleep!"

"I was. But all the noise definitely woke me up." I tell her, finishing off my coffee to put the cup in the sink.

"We need a code of some sort if he's going to be coming over here a lot for your make outs." I tell her.

She gives me a nervous look, her face still red. "What kind of code?" She asks.

"Something. An agreement that we will leave when the other one wants to spend time alone with their boyfriend or something."

"You don't have a boyfriend." She jabs, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Shut up." I snap, making her laugh.

For the next hour we sit on the couch going back and forth on the rules of this code. The code being simple enough, but holding a measure of trust that the other one would respect the others privacy when asked. We had just finished setting special text tones for each other as part of the Roommates Code when Seyoon walked out into the living room. His blonde hair sticking up in funny places and several dark marks littering his neck.

“Do you guys always laugh so loud?" Seyoon teases, a smile tugging at his lips as he rubs his eyes.

"I know someone else who's loud." I mumble under my breath, making my roommate stand up quickly and chase me to my room, screaming at me the entire time. Leaving a chuckling Seyoon to stand in the living room alone.

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alison-anonymous · 5 years

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♡ loose cannon ♡ switched roles!

Loose Cannon ♡ switched roles!

Requested: yep! Thank you @fandomsandmore394 for sending me all these ideas, without you, my Daily Hades wouldn't exist💖 Also I LOVED THIS IDEA AND WRITING IT!

Warnings: oooffff angst, I'm crushing your heart with an iron fist and then putting it back together again ♡

Summary: if you haven't read my previous Loose Cannon fic, please read all the parts before reading this so you'll better understand. The roles of the reader and Hades are switched so the reader gets frozen and is declared "dead" and Hades can't go on without her.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!

♡♡♡

Burning, cold hatred.

That was what coursed through your veins. Your eyes were a luminescent blue, hands covered in an icy light, and a scowl imprinted deeply on your lips as you prepared to throw another attack at your brother. You ignored the cries of your true love, Hades, and his daughter, Mal, as they tried their best to bring you back.

But you were too far gone now.

“Y/n, love, please don’t do th-” Hades voice was drowned out from your mind as you threw your hands out before you, and sent a malicious ice attack straight towards your brother, who sat there with pure terror written on his face. He was out of breath. You watched intently with wide, evil eyes as your attack sliced through the air... only to be stopped by a sudden electric blue force.

Hades’s ember.

Before you even had the chance to turn and see who was behind the ember, your ice ricocheted off of the force field, and sprang back at rapid speed - right into your heart. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t burn, it just sank into your heart, covering it in frost, and spreading through your body. That was what brought you out of your power craze, only you were in a severe daze of confusion. You glanced around the room, starting to wonder why the room felt so... cold. You never got cold. Suddenly, your legs stopped working, you couldn’t move them. And then it spread to your torso, and your arms, and finally up your neck. Screams filled your ears, sobs, and people’s faces. Hands carressing your arms or cupping your cheeks, the leather of their gloves scratching on your face. But you couldn’t understand.

You were just a girl. A girl who was taken over by magic.

And before you could do anything, before you could say anything, the ice crossed over your eyes, your nose, and finally your mouth as you breathed your final breath.

♡♡♡

Y/n L/n was dead. Your death hit Auradon like a sack of bricks, but it hit Hades like a thousand wrecking balls. He was furious with himself, with the kingdom, with anyone but you. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you were gone. No one gave him the chance to try and bring you back because they were afraid he would never give up. They day they had to take you away to fit you into a casket, Hades threatened to murder anyone who touched you. He even threatened to chain himself to you so that they couldn’t take you away. It took Mal practically prying him away in order to get him to let you go.

But now that he didn’t still have you physically, Hades died soon after as well. Not physically, obviously, but emotionally. In the weeks that came before your funeral, Hades never left your bed. He stayed engulfed under the blankets, never once leaving unless he absolutely had to. He wouldn’t even touch the food that Mal brought for him. He wouldn’t speak, he wouldn’t sleep, he wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t bathe, he wouldn’t do anything. He might as well have died with you.

No one had ever seen him like this before.

“Dad,” Mal had to bite back her tears as she sat down on your vacant side of the bed. “Please, just say something. I know you miss her... I do too, but we have to accept that she’s gone. We have to move on.”

She raised her eyes pleadingly to look at him, but his eyes were emotionless. He stared blankly out the large bay window you and him had once shared. It was as if he hadn’t even heard her at all. She sighed, her hope dwindling away inside of her as she rose, and smoothed out her dress. Of course she missed you too, she felt as if though something were missing in the days that passed without you. She began walking towards the door when a booming voice filled the room, startling her.

“It’s your fault.”

Mal froze in surprise. She slowly turned around on her heels, her eyes wide as she stared at her father, who had now sat up in bed, his eye makeup smeared on his face, making his features even more terrifying. Fury was written in his eyes as his blue eyes pierced into her trembling form. “W-what?” This was the first time he had spoken in weeks.

“I said it’s your fault that the love of my life is gone.”

“W-What are you talking about?”

“The ember, Mal,” he scowled, his eyes never wavering from her form, which only made her tremble more. She had never seen him this angry. “I would never use my ember on Y/n. But when you took the ember from me and used it to stop her before I even had the chance to do anything, you took her away from me.”

Mal’s eyes dropped to the ground as shame clouded her mind. She recalled that day, when panic took the best of her and she snatched the ember out of her father’s hands without thinking about the consequences. The ember didn’t do for her what it did for him. It couldn’t bring her back even if she wanted it to. Mal took a deep, shaky breath and dared to walk forward a couple steps.

“I am so, so sorry Dad, and believe me, what I did I will never forgive myself for. But her funeral is coming up and there is nothing we can do to bring her back. I know you loved her, but...” She waited for him to answer, but now he was silent once more. He simply stared at her. Only in this light, his stare sent chills down her spine. She turned and was about to leave the room once more when a thought imbedded itself in her mind. If Hades was still having a hard time letting you go, he might try to do something even worse: he might try to bring you back. And while she would do anything to bring you back, not just for her sake, but for Hades as well, she knew that you were gone. You had been entrapped in ice for days and not even you could survive that.

“Dad, she’s gone and there is nothing we-”

“SHE IS NOT GONE!” His sudden scream echoed through the room, scaring Mal, which was a rarity. She stumbled back against the wall and stared in horror as her father’s eyes filled with tears and he smacked a gloved hand on his forehead, running it down his face. “She...is...not...gone...”

Tears began to fill Mal’s eyes as well as she cautiously walked over to his bedside, and opened her arms out. He glared at her for one moment, but then buried his face into her shoulder and began to bawl his eyes out. She had never seen him cry, but there is a first time for everything...

“I wish I could have done something,” he sobbed. “Anything. I could have saved her.”

“There was nothing you could have done,” Mal sighed, glancing at his nightstand and noticing the picture he had framed of... you. You were smiling into the camera, holding a floppy hat atop your head as waves were crashing into the yellow sand behind you. You were so beautiful... so happy. It warmed her heart to know that Hades kept a photo of you on his bedside. It was the only thing that was resting on the nightstand. No lamp, no eyeliner, no nothing. Just a picture of you.

“I just... I miss her. Life feels empty without her. I have no purpose without her. She was my light, my everything. It kills me to wake up in the mornings without seeing her smile. Without being able to see her or speak to her... she made me want to be a better man. She made me want to be my true self... and now... she’s gone.”

♡♡♡

The day that your funeral came was the first day Hades left your room. He was the first to arrive at the wake and the very last to leave. They weren’t putting you in the ground until the next day, but just the thought of your frozen form rotting in the ground made him want to die. So, here he stood before your frozen form, tears dripping down his cheeks. Your eyes still had that dazed look in them, and your hands were still clutching your chest. He slammed his fists on the sides of the casket in rage, sobs racking his back as he let them fall over your body. His tears melted into your ice and softened the spots where they had landed.

“I am so, so sorry, my love,” his voice cracked as his blue eyes glistened. “God, I wish I could have done something. I wish I could have saved you. You’ve saved me so many times, for once I wish I could have saved you. And now... you’re gone. I just-I just want you to know that there is not a day that will go by that I won’t try to find a way to bring you back. I will find a way to bring you back, love. Because nothing is the same without you. My life is nothing without you. The world is colorless, food doesn’t have taste, sleep is dreamless, and life is motionless. I love you, Y/n. I have since the moment I met you when you kicked that guard off the platform even with chains on your hands and I always will love you. Please, if you’re listening, just know that I will never, ever stop fighting for you. You are my sun, my moon, my universe. Before I met you, I didn’t think I needed anyone. I thought I could make it just fine on my own. But then you showed up, and darling, you changed everything. You make me want to be a better person, you make me want to fight for good, you make me want to be a better dad for Mal... and a better fiancé for you,” he thought back to the ring that he had carried in his pocket for months waiting for the right time. He was just about to propose to you, but then your brother came... “I love you with all of my heart. And I will find a way to bring you back. I would say that I love you to the moon and back...”

A single tear slipped off of his chin and landed right in the center of your chest, right where your ice had hit. “But even that wouldn’t be enough...”

♡♡♡

The day after your funeral was pure torture. Everyone who had ever even spoken to you showed up at the official Funeral held by King Beast and Queen Belle. There was food and wine and a little slideshow with pictures of you, and lots and lots of tears. Everyone was there, the VKs, Ben, the Pirate Trio, Dizzy, even some of your friends from back in Olympus. And even Hades had dragged himself out of your bed for this day. But of course, he stayed silent for the entire duration. There were many murmurs that didn't go unnoticed by him, concerning his droopy eyes and his relation to you. How when they found him sobbing on your frozen statue, they knew you were gone. About halfway through the funeral, Hades suddenly felt something burst through his chest. It was very faint, but it was there.

It wasn't a dread burst, it was more like... a sign. A sign of... was that hope? He felt a little spark ignite after that as well, and he suddenly felt this strong urge to go outside into the courtyard.

So, that's exactly what he did.

Shoving the fifth cup of wine he had into the chest of one of servers, he raced off past the startled guests, not even noticing it when Mal quickly followed him in concern. He shoved open the big grand doors and sighed the second he felt the snowflakes from the chilly December air touch his nose. It reminded him of you.

The spark that was still alive in his chest prompted to him to walk east. Now, he had never really had any sort of "gut feelings" before but something told him that this was about you. And we both know he would be willing to do anything for you.

He trudged through the soft snow towards the gardens, and after a few steps of walking he felt the need to stop. Mal stayed off to the side, watching anxiously from the porch, wondering where on earth her father could be going. He stood there for a quite a long time before-

"H-Hades?" A gentle cry broke through the silence. Hades swiveled around to face it and the second he saw who it was coming from, his fiery blue eyes melted.

It was you.

You were soaking wet, you hair and clothes hugging onto your body as you stood there in the middle of the snow, feeling your whole world collapse around you as you stared at him. The love of your life. The man you never thought you'd see again.

A grin suddenly broke out onto Hades's lips as tears filled his eyes and he stumbled towards you, you doing the same. Your e/c orbs glittered as he swiftly swept you up off your feet and spun you around in the air. You giggled, clutching onto his shoulders tightly as he slowly lowered you down and hugged you tightly, arms around your waist protectively. How you had missed his touch... All of that time spent encaptured in your own ice was torture. You couldn't move or speak or see, but you could still hear everything that went on around you.

"Y/n, my darling," Hades slowly pulled away and brushed the damp stray hairs out of your eyes, his warm hands lingering on your cheeks. "You're back."

"I am," you hummed, leaning into his touch. "I am so, so sorry, I never meant-"

But before you could even finish your apology, Hades had pressed his lips against yours. You were startled at first by the interruption, but soon melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Your reunion in the snow was incredible, even more so when Mal came closer with a gaping mouth. You had to explain to everyone that Hades's tears of true love had melted the ice and set you free. The two of you vowed to always share things with one another and to never let things get out of control like that again. Because while true love works in many wonderful ways, it can be truly painful when it is separated.

But you always found your way back to one another in the end.

♡ a.a.

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eddiemxnsons · 4 years

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PROMPT/SITUATION LIST (1)

If interested, you can select one or more of these following prompts/situations to integrate into your Band of Brothers request!

PROMPTS !

(NOT ALL ARE MINE!)

BORDERLINE SEXUAL/FLIRT/NSFW

1. "I'm the captain of the girls Track and Field team and Cross Country team, but I can also be fast and dominating in other departments."

2. "Bite me", "If you insist"

3. "You're not very intimidating"

4. "Drop the attitude"

5. "We're just friends", "Friends don't nonchalantly do this sort of shit"

6. "Really? You want to have sex here...now?"

7. "Do you like that? Me being in control?"

8. "You wanted me to walk in on you"

9. "I dare you"

10. "Watch me"

11. "Don't test me"

12. "Don't be a smartass"

13. "Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?"

14. "Is that the best you can do?"

15. "Wanna bet?"

16. "Do not tempt me"

17. "We're in public, you know"

18. "Do you think they could hear us", "Yes we can"

19. "Quick, fucking hide in that closet"

20. "You're so fucking hot when you're mad"

21. "Hurry up"

22. "Wow, I didn't know your were that flexible"

SITUATIONS

1. Good morning kiss

2. In secret kiss

3. Against a wall kiss

4. Standing outside in the rain

5. Injury/death of character or reader

6. Going to meet his family/taking him to meet yours

7. Rainy morning spent in bed

8. Back hugs

9. Long embraces

10. Stroking their thumbs over the back of the other’s hand whilst holding hands

11. Softly stroking their cheek with their thumb

12. Jealous kisses

13. Distracting kisses

14.

ANGST/SOFT/GENERAL

1. "Fuck you"

2. "What's the point?"

3. "You're family, I could never

leave you behind"

4. "I've got you"

5. "I need you"

6. "I care about you"

7. "I'm just looking out for you"

8. "You make me feel alive. For the first time in awhile, it feels like I can truly breathe"

9. "I'd feel a lot better if you just let me walk you home"

10. "If I asked you to stay, would you?"

11. "I'm not a damsel in distress. I'm a damsel at doing damage"

12. "You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions"

13. "It wasn't your fault"

14. "You're wrong and I'll prove it"

15. "There's so much blood"

16. "I actually found it in the

recycling bin behind the building"

17. "I can't do anything right"

18. "Don't tell me to relax!"

19. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"

20. "You aren't the boss of me"

21. "What gives you the right?"

22. "How is this my fault?"

23. "I don't care"

24. "Control your anger or you'll have me to worry about"

25. "I can't see anything"

26. "Don't look"

27. "All I want is a happy ending"

28. "__! Open the door"

29. "You lied to me"

30. "Marry me"

31. "I'm not going anywhere"

32. "Take my hand"

33. "Let me help you"

34. "It's okay, I'm here"

35. "Hear that? I'm alive, I'm right here with you"

36. "Have you lost your damn mind?"

37. "What the fuck were you thinking? You could have been killed"

38. "You need to rest"

39. "I can't feel my legs"

40. "Lucky shot"

41. "You're not going to die on me"

42. "__! Take my hand!"

43. "Take me instead"

44. "Don't touch her/him"

45. "Let her/him go"

46. "You're jealous"

47. "Watch me"

48. "You're dead"

49. "Am I going to die?"

50. "We found you crying. What happened?"

51. "Nothing ever goes right"

52. "Where is he/she?"

53. "This is all your fault"

54. "Wake up"

55. "I would rather die"

56. "I feel so sick"

57. "It burns/hurts"

58. "God must hate me"

59. "You shouldn't have gone by yourself"

60. "Get out of my way"

61. "You don't need to worry about me"

62. "Is that blood?"

63. "I can't say I'm surprised"

64. "Isn't that illegal?"

65. "I'll be with you the whole time"

66. "I don't wanna hurt you"

67. "I keep seeing his/her face"

68. "I didn't want to make you do this"

69. "Did you do this to yourself?"

70. "You have the emotional capacity of a brick"

71. "Shut up for a second, would you?"

72. "Are you wearing my shirt?"

73. "I want to marry you"

74. "I saw that. You just checked me out"

75. "You look awful"

76. "What happened last night?"

77. "I want you to be happy"

78. "If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?"

79. "Do me a favor and break my nose"

80. "She/he is the star athlete"

81. "You owe me a drink"

82. "Please tell me you feel the same way"

83. "I'm in love with my best friend"

84. "You look stunning"

85. "You're so fucking amazing"

86. "You're burning up"

87. "I've got your back"

88. "I don't like the way they look at you"

89. "I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil on accident and am about to pass out"

90. "I totally let you win, I mean, look at who you're up against"

91. "Shit, that's a lot of blood"

92. "Don't give me that look"

93. "Am I scaring you?"

94. "Hey, you demon fuck"

95. "My thing is, I don't give a shit"

96. "You've always been trouble"

97. "God, you're pretty"

98. "Does it hurt?"

99. "I love it when you laugh"

100. "You shouldn't have done that"

101. "I'm here, baby"

102. "I'm seriously not that drunk"

103. "What the fuck were you thinking?"

104. "So I just realized...that I was shot"

105. "I don't necessarily hate you, but if you were on fire and I had a glass of water, I'd drink it instead"

106. "You love him/her don't you?" "Was is that obvious?"

107. "Are you okay?"

108. "Don't just stand there"

109. "Stop it, you're bleeding"

110. "I waited for you for hours"

111. "Dance with me"

112. "You little shit"

113. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry"

114. "Put the gun down"

115. "The blood says otherwise"

116. "I'd kiss you but it presently seems inappropriate to do so"

117. "Then marry me"

118. "Let's be honest, we/you got lucky"

119. "You having fun down/up there?"

120. "You're safe"

121. "You don't have half a chance, bitch"

122. "I have a hole in my side", "Pardon?", "I got shot"

123. "Stay quiet and don't fucking move"

124. "You look good today"

125. "Stop being difficult"

126. "Yeah, yeah, you're cute, now stop with that with shit-eating grin"

127. "Tell me I'm wrong"

128. "I'm only here to establish an alibi"

129. "I need a favor — not the sexual kind"

130. "Why can't I see you?"

131. "Help is on the way. You just have to stay awake a little bit longer"

132. "Do you want to die?"

133. "I'm fully capable of kicking your ass"

134. “Can you shut up for once in your life?”

135. “You’re jealous”

136. “I’m telling you. I’m haunted”

137. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion”

138. “It’s six o’ clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka”

139. “Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming”

140. “Excuse me?”

141. “Can I kiss you?”

142. “You really thought I was dead?”

143. “God, I love your face.”

144. “I love it when you’re a mess!”

145. “I just want you to be happy.”

146. “I can’t imagine my life without you”

147. “Stop being a fucking dick”

148. “You weren’t there...why weren’t you there”

149. “Do you think?”

150. “Now it’s over....I don’t really know what to do”

151. “Don’t look”

152. “I can’t see anything”

153. “What’s happening?”

154. “Get away from me!”

155. “Whatever you do, don’t open your eyes”

156. “Somebody help me/us, please”

157. “Thank you for staying with me”

158. “Your eyes are so pretty”

159. “Get over here, you doof”

160. “You’re so needy”

161. “Kiss me again”

162. “I don’t care”

163. “That isn’t an option”

164. “What did you just say to me?”

165. “Let go of me”

166. “You aren’t the boss of me”

167. “Do I make myself clear?”

168. “Excuse me?”

169. “How is this my fault?”

170. “Why are your eyes so red?”

171. “Are you afraid to die?”

172. “Want some company?”

173. “Are you warm enough?”

174. “What’s the point?”

175. “I’m not afraid to die, just wish I could live a little first”

176. “I trust you with my life”

177. “I need you to live”

178. “You make me want to live”

179. “You’re worth more than this”

180. “You’re bleeding”

181. “You’re allowed to be upset about what happened to you”

182. “Please, let me help you”

183. “You have me”

184. “Just rest”

185. “I’ve got you, you’re safe”

186. “Why kill them with kindness when you can kill them with fire?”

187. “I bet you can’t jump high enough to reach the ceiling”, “try me”

188. “__, wake up!” “I’m not asleep. I’m dead. Leave flowers and get out”

189. “You’ll have to forgive __, she/he has a heart condition. He doesn’t have one”

190. “But if you’re here, who’s guarding Hades?”

191. “It’s freezing, come here”

192. “Say it again”

193. “Kiss me again”

194. “You were always sure of yourself”

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strxwberrycosmos · 5 years

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"jamais vu"

Jungkook smiles wryly and shakes his head, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact with his hands shoved into his pockets and his eyes watering. “Yeah, I wish life had a reset button. But I guess I just have to deal with it huh? That's just how the real world works,” he chuckles and looks up at Hoseok, biting down on his lips. “this isn't one of my games..”

Hoseok catches sight of the gleam in the younger ones eyes and his chest is singed with a sharp, deep, pain. “Hey..” he begins to reach out then pulls his hand back hesitantly, causing Jungkook to be hit with that same sharp pain. “I wish this was all just a game. Yeah, it'd be a lot easier to get over this if I could just press a button.” Hoseok grimaces and clenches his fists. “but I can't continue like this Jungkook, being so close to you and knowing you feel the same, only to have one thing stand in our way.. I blame myself though.” He locks eyes with Jungkook and a hot tear rolls down his cheek before he quickly wipes it away. “I feel myself breaking down everyday I have to pretend not to love you in front of everyone else, of pretending like just being friends is okay with me. I feel so stuck and torn down.. Not only in my head but it's showing on the outside too. And it'll continue unless I step away.. For good this time.” Hoseok's face is streaked with a few more tears at this point, his hand gripping onto his own arm and his jaw tightening. “I just wanted to show you that I could be good to you, as more than a best friend.. I only wanted to make you smile..”

Jungkooks shoulders gently shake with his quiet crying as he listens to the older male's words, and he tightly grabs onto the plush upholstery of the white sofa he's sitting on. “Please..” he starts softly before getting louder and braver. “Give me a way to fix this..” Jungkook felt like his heart wasn't even beating as Hoseok only stared back into his eyes with frustration and defeat. “.. So, what do I do now..?” Jungkook felt as if he could only beg fate to save him and give them a second chance at this point. “All the memories we have together, our friendship.. Is it better now to just pretend none of it ever happened..?” Jungkook was only getting more emotional and slowly stood up from the sofa. “All the little inside jokes, all of the good mornings, goodnights, the future plans we had.. Everything?” Hoseok covered his mouth with one hand and slightly turns away from the boy that stood in front of him, his brow knitting together. “Hobi,” a ghost of a smile graces Jungkook's face before it's gone again, as he realizes the little nickname slipped out by habit. “I know this isn't the first time we've tried distancing ourselves for the better, but why does this feel more permanent..? I can't keep telling myself I'm alright when it feels like that.”

Hoseok scoffs and sniffs before trying to gather himself enough to speak again. “The trial and error of trying to distance ourselves is over. It has to be actual this time. It hurts to have to do it over and over again, only coming back to disappointment and a reminder of why exactly we can't be together.” He then grabs at his hair frustratedly and moves for the door, twisting the handle and swinging the door halfway open. “I can't keep it up!!" He suddenly yells out in angst. "Every word of mine, every thought is fucking consumed, by you..." He looks back at the one person he couldn't get out of his mind and shakes his head. "And I have to suppress it all.. I can't fucking hold you like I want, you can't say anything I wish to hear without guilt..” he holds onto the doorknob with one hand, the other holding onto the doorway as he faces outside, nearly doubled over from the feeling of having the breath knocked out of him. Jungkook comes up to his side cautiously, placing his hand on Hoseok's shoulder as he clenches his teeth to keep from crying any louder. This couldn't actually be a goodbye. “Kook.. I just can't do it anymore.. You know I love you, so much. Everytime we do this I come back, but this... This is it.. You're all I want and I can't have you. So I have to move on instead of torturing myself this way. This, is how we fix it.” Jungkook turns Hoseok around and desperately takes his face in his hands looking him straight in his eyes, Hoseok placing his hands over the other's. Both of their visions were blurred from the excessive involuntary crying, but they could see how red and puffy the other's eyes were, both of their eyelashes accentuated by the tears that clung to them. “Please.” Jungkook says again seriously, and Hoseok's bottom lip quivers as he tries to stay strong. “I don't know what I'll do if we go through with this Hoseok. I already feel as if I can barely breathe right now.. Maybe we'll get a better chance in the future.. Please, can we fix it..” Jungkook frantically searches Hoseok's eyes for anything that says he'll stay.

Hoseok pulls Jungkook’s hands down from his face and timidly places a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I want to fix it-”

Jungkook starts up again talking while Hoseok does, intending to encourage him “A-And maybe we still can, I know it seems like we only try to fail again but-”

“Honestly though, Kook-” Hoseok says frustratedly, his emotions intensifying again as he begins to pull away.

“Over and over again but I'm ready to wait until the timing is right, I haven't figured out how we'll make it work but we will-” Jungkook tries to hold onto Hoseok as he moves towards the door again.

“How much longer Jungkook?! Tell me when's the right time to let go and move on?!” They were both raising their voices to be heard over the other at this point. Hoseok already had one foot out of the door. “You know I love you more than anything but nothing about our circumstances are going to change!! Time has shown that..” Hoseok started to fall apart again, his voice breaking and becoming quiet. “Please, tell me, give me the fix if you have it-”

“The fix could just be time Hoseok- I don't know how, no, but it's killing me just to think of letting you go like this!! You're my best friend, and you know you're more than that even..”

The older boy whips around and slams his fist against the brick wall on the outside of the apartment, tears still coming even if he thought he had no tears left to cry. “... And what is “more than that” and yet had to remain unspeakable? Kook, what're we doing? We're just stuck in limbo, with nowhere to go.” He laughs at himself and continues, “Limbo.. Guess this has been a game the whole time. Just not the kind you can reset, and we've lost, we don't get a million tries. This isn't overwatch or something- no it's more like being on your last life with super mario brothers, or fucking pacman- but what am I doing sitting here rambling about games for..”

Jungkook can't help the corners of his mouth turning up the slightest bit, and the two of them reach for each other's faces again, resting their foreheads together for a moment. Hoseok's hand carefully petting Jungkook's hair, and Jungkook carefully running his thumb over the other's cheek. A moment of silence then ensued, before Hoseok's broken voice pierced the air again, “Did I at least succeed in making you smile..?” Hoseok asks gently, and slowly pulls back for the last time, letting his hands linger in the others dark hair a moment longer.

“Hoseok, please- I know things are hard this way but please don't leave-” Jungkook grabs onto Hoseok's arm.

“I won't be able to stop thinking about you for a long while, even when it hurts me so bad-” Hoseok pulls his hand away and steps backwards, back outside.

“Then don't leave, we don't have to do this-” Jungkook steps closer with every step taken back, reaching for his friend, for hoseok, for the one he loved.

“We've been through this pain before, it's just a little stronger this time, a little more permanent, but we're going to be okay-” he looks at Jungkook sympathetically and simultaneously injured, backing away from his touch.

“Hoseok don't do this me, to us, please-” Jungkook's breathing was getting heavier as the love of his life was slowly slipping through his fingertips right before his eyes.

“It won't be easy this time, but we need to both understand, we know there can't be an “us”. Not really-” The older male begins to turn around facing sideways to jungkook, speaking to the younger from a few feet now.

“Give it, give us another chance to make it this time? Please..” Jungkook stood holding his doorknob and tightly holding onto the hem of the bottom of his white t-shirt as hoseok continued to turn away.

“I didn't want to give up…” Hoseok mumbles barely audible, and slowly begins to walk away. Promising himself not to look back.

Jungkook hears Hoseok, and watches as the person he cared about most, walked right out of his life until fate felt kind enough to maybe give them another go. Jungkook replies slowly in a loud and clear voice, one still tainted with brokenness and shaking, causing Hoseok to falter in his step, and almost turn around. “I love you Jung Hoseok, and I don't give up.”

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So for the 100 ways to say I love you meme, I'm so sorry to ask for Klance, (I'm sure you've done a lot) but could you maybe do Insecure Keith for no. 50 "you're beautiful"

Mmmmm boi I’m 100% into this request. Like I NEVER see insecure Keith (it’s usually Lance) so I’m super down with this. Hella down. Thanks so much!

Keith lays on the warehouse floor. His ears ringing badly and his entire left side searing in pain. He’s nauseous. When his eyes blink open, it takes him a moment to process his surroundings. The visor of his helmet is cracked. Bright light dances around him.

“Keith! Keith!”

Lance’s cries sound muffled. Keith groans as he pulls himself up on all fours. His left side buckles almost immediately. He looks down.

The under suit of his armour has been burnt away and has left raw, charred skin. His blood is sticky, and parts of his suit have melted onto his wounds. Keith winces. This doesn’t look good.

He begins to crawl along the ground. He has no idea where Lotor or his generals are, but he hopes that they’ve assumed he’s dead and are now distracted with something else.

“Keith?! Keith?!!” Lance’s cries sound panicked. His heavy footfalls clang on the metal walkway just above where Keith lays.

“Lance?” He tries to call, but his lungs are filled with ash.

He’s not dying here. Not like this.

Keith rolls onto his right side and manages to stand. He clings to the smooth, metal wall for support, and tries to hobble along it to get…. somewhere else. Somewhere he hopes his friends are and this fire cannot reach. Lance’s footsteps sound distant now.

He turns a corner and reaches the holding area of the warehouse. Large racking reaches up to the domed ceiling, holding rows and rows of glass cylinders. The gold liquid in them swirls and oscillates like a lava lamp. Keith’s eyes widen.

Just a bit. He thinks. It’ll be ok. It has to, and with his wounds as bad as they are… what other choice does he have?

With the hilt of his sword, Keith smashes a glass cylinder above him. The quintessence pours over him like honey. It feels cold, and his burns hiss at the contact. Keith screams.

“Keith?” Lance screeches to a halt. His chest aches from lack of oxygen, but he continues sprinting, this time in the direction of the howl. He soon comes to the belly of the warehouse, flames dancing between the liters of quintessence. He’s about to yell out when he sees him.

Keith, slumped against the wall, his chest heaving with exhaustion. Lance bolts towards him.

“Keith!” His eyes and hands start to roam over Keith’s body, looking for signs of injury. His under suit is almost gone on his left side, and Lance examines the melted and charred edges that stick out from beneath Keith’s armour. His fingers paw at pale skin. Beautiful and unblemished. Lance’s hands move up to Keith’s neck and he forces his friend to look at him.

“Keith! Are you hurt?! What’s wrong? Can you walk? I can…” His questions hammer out of his mouth. Keith forces his eyes to stay open. The pain from his side is gone, but exhaustion flows through his veins. The world spins. The heat must be getting to him.

“I’m fine!” He manages. Lance notices how he sways on his feet.

“I’m getting you out of here!” Lance hoists Keith’s arm over his shoulders and tries to take most of his weight.

“But the others…?!”

“They’ve already gone. It’s just us, now let’s go!”

Keith only vaguely remembers Lance dragging him into his lion, the hum of the machinery, and Hunk hoisting him into the castle. They placed him in a healing pod, but the pod released him after only a minute. Nothing wrong with him.

Exhaustion, Coran had offered. Dehydration, Pidge diagnosed. Lance carried him to bed after drinking 2 litres of water. It definitely made him feel better. Lance places a cool rag on his head and lays him down.

“Call me if you need anything, ok?” His fingers linger on Keith’s cheek. Keith smiles brightly and giggles.

“I’m fine Lance. Stop worrying.”

Images of Keith’s melted armour flash before him again. Lance tries not to dwell on it.

“Ok… ok… We just can’t afford to lose our leader.” He pats Keith on the shoulder and stands. His hand trails along the door frame as he passes through.

“Lance?”

Lance pauses. He smiles over his shoulder.

“Yeah, man?”

Keith sleepily smiles and sinks into his blankets.

“Thanks for always having my back.”

“That’s what sharpshooters do.” Lance winks before he passes through the door.

Lance rapts his knuckles loudly against Keith’s door the next morning.

“Hey buddy? You survive?”

“I feel like I’ve been hit with a truck.” Keith grumbles inside.

“So nooooo to training then?”

Keith groans louder and Lance chuckles.

“I just wanna sleep.”

“That’s fine. I’ll check on you later.

Lance doesn’t see Keith emerge for the rest of the day.

“Keith?” Lance softly knocks on Keith’s door the next morning. “You feeling any better?”

There’s a drawn out silence.

“Keith?”

“Can you get Allura for me?”

Keith’s reply surprises Lance. The anxiety that had been slowly simmering in his gut heats into a roaring boil. Lance starts to punch in the code to enter.

“Can I come in? Keith I…”

“No!”

Lance jumps back from the door. Fear grips his throat.

“Just… just get Allura for me…” Keith’s voice softens into pleading. “Please…”

Lance spins on his heal.

He delivers Allura, who slips into Keith’s bedroom… without Lance.

It shouldn’t hurt Lance as much as it does. It shouldn’t twist his gut every time he sees Allura enter Keith’s bedroom, sometimes with Coran, sometimes without.

Hadn’t he and Keith bonded now? Didn’t they trust each other with everything?

Lance was supposed to be his right hand man…

Jealousy and fear poisons his thoughts for the next two days.

Sick of moping and of Allura’s tight-lip, Lance does something brash. He waits til light’s out, when everyone’s asleep, and he sneaks to Keith’s door. With a hammer of his fingers, he punches in the entrance code. It honks a jarring tone. Rejected. Lance expected Keith would change his code… but it doesn’t wound him any less.

So Keith was actively keeping him out.

Lance refuses. He pulls out a small brick of technology. He’s gone on enough missions with Pidge now that he’s pretty sure he can use it. Lance isn’t the most academic, but he’s surprisingly observant, and quick to mimic others.

He presses the brick up to the door’s security interface and presses several buttons. Lance happily punches the air at the pleasant chirping noise that announces he is successful. The doors open with a woosh.

Lance steps into the dark room, trying to let his eyes adjust.

“Allura?” A huddled figure asks.

“It’s me.” Lance sighs.

There’s a flurry of activity from Keith’s bed. Keith dives beneath the blankets and wraps himself in a tight cocoon.

“Get out!” He cries.

Lance sharply exhales. With defiance, he reaches out and slams on the light switch. He almost blinds himself, but the bedroom soon becomes visible as it’s flooded with light. Keith continues to hide under his blankets.

“Lance, please!” There’s a tremor to Keith’s shout. A fear and vulnerability that Lance has never heard before. It hits him in his chest, but he doesn’t go away. He slowly approaches the bed. His hand shakes as he reaches out and touches what he thinks is Keith’s shoulder.

“Keith…Keith please…” Lance shocks himself with how strained his voice sounds. Hot tears begin to fall down his tan cheeks.

“Go away.” Keith’s voice is softer. His grip on his blanket tightens.

“How!” Lance’s voice cracks. “How am I just supposed to leave you?! I’m so…”

The sobs start to burst out. He can’t control them anymore. His knees buckle and he collapses beside the bed. His balled up fists slam into the mattress

“I’m so scared, Keith! And you won’t tell me anything! Are you hurt? Are you mad at me! Please!” Lance weeps. He weeps until the sheet underneath him is damp. The blankets shift.

Keith’s body trembles. Lance sniffs. His eyes still water, but he manages to collect himself enough to listen. To listen to the quiet crying of the boy beneath the blanket. Lance immediately assembles himself. He drapes his body over Keith’s and holds tight. Keith’s crying becomes louder.

“Keith… Keith please, I’m really scared. I just want to help you.” Lance tries to make his voice sound soothing and even.

“I never wanted to hurt you.” Keith’s voice is high and wavers violently. Lance can tell he’s struggling. “I just…”

Lance slips his fingers underneath the blanket and starts to pull. Keith doesn’t resist. He just whimpers when the cold air touches his body and he curls into a tighter ball on his side. Lance’s eyes roam over his body…. this isn’t the side Keith was burned on.

With a firm hand, he grabs Keith’s shoulder and rolls him onto his back. Lance gasps.

Purple mars Keith’s skin. His entire left arm, creeping across his neck and up his jaw. It’s mottled down his leg, and Lance sees a glimpse of it peak out from beneath Keith’s shirt. This isn’t what make’s Lance gasp though. It’s the wide, yellow eyes that seem to glow even in this bright light. Lance looks down into Keith’s face, his shock evident. Keith can’t handle it any more. He raises his arms and covers his face.

“Can you see me?” Lance quietly asks.

“I can see the way you look at me, yeah!” Keith sobs.

“That’s good. I was worried you were blind.” Soft hands grip Keith’s wrists and his arms are pulled away from his face. Lance smiles gently as he continues to tug Keith into a seated position. He examines Keith’s face closely, and he tucks his hair behind his ear to see how much of his neck and face has been marked. The skin looks healthy… although purple.

“Are you in pain?”

“No.”

Lance sighs. Relief erupts through him so violently that he feels his body shake. He presses their foreheads together.

“Thank god. Are you sick?”

“No. When I was burned I…” Keith pulls away and averts his eyes. He guiltily bites his lip.

“I poured quintessence on myself to heal..”

“Keith!” Lance’s panic reemerges. He grips both of Keith’s shoulders.

“What was I supposed to do, Lance! You didn’t see how bad…” Keith’s eyes start to water again. “I wouldn’t have…”

“Are you poisoned? Do we have to…”

“No!” Keith brushes of Lance’s grip. “No no…” He speaks softer. He realises Lance’s panic is warranted. He uses his still human coloured hand to gently hold Lance’s. Lance laces their fingers together.

“I’m not going to turn evil.” He huffs out a laugh. “Allura just thinks that… in the healing process somehow… my galra side may have been like… “activated”?” He shakes his head.

“I dunno, it was a bunch of mumbo jumbo. I just got that I wasn’t going to die or turn evil, but yeah I’m purple now and can see stuff way in the dark. It’s weird.”

Lance laughs. He pulls Keith in for a tight hug and pets his hair. It’s soft.

“I’m so glad you’re ok.”

“Ok?” Keith huffs. He shrugs out of the hug.

“Lance! Look at me! I can’t let others… I…” Keith’s voice shakes again. His mouth twists with emotion.

“I’m…!”

“You’re beautiful.”

Keith freezes. He forgets how to breathe. Lance… golden boy with the brilliant smile and breathtaking legs couldn’t have… no… Keith must have misheard him.

“What?” He breathes. Lance laughs and moves in close. He grips the back of Keith’s neck and places a chaste kiss to the purple on his jaw. He pulls away smiling.

“You’re beautiful.” He repeats. “You always have been.” He kisses the purple on his cheek.

“You always will be.” He beams. Keith has to look away. Too many emotions are crashing inside of him. He isn’t sure which will rush out.

“How can you of all people say that?”

“What do you mean? Don’t I have an eye for beautiful things?” Lance teases. A hint of a smile creeps on Keith’s lips.

“Lance, you’re just…”

Lance silences Keith with another kiss. This one on the lips. Keith sees stars.

“I’ll never lie to you, Keith.” Lance rests their foreheads together. His thumb rubs against Keith’s jaw.

“Wow your eyes are bright.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be.” Lance laughs. “They look like stars.”

Keith flushes. It looks pretty as it darkens the purple of his skin to a rich violet.

“You’re too much.” Keith laughs. This time it’s him that dares to lean forward and kiss Lance. Lance hums in surprise, then sinks into the kiss. His hands gently rest on either side of Keith’s neck. He lowers him down onto the mattress and kisses Keith sweetly, before Keith’s kisses become more demanding. Their tongues slide against one another and Keith fists the back of Lance’s shirt. His leg hooks over Lance’s waist. Lance pulls away with a gasp.

He looks down at Keith, chest heaving and dark hair spilling around his face. His lips are swollen, and his bright eyes sparkle under the ceiling lights. The purple of his skin reminds lance of the grape candies he would suck on as a kid. He wants to run his tongue along them.

“Beautiful” He sighs once more.

“I still need persuading” Keith tugs Lance into another bruising kiss.

In the morning, Keith isn’t the only one with purple marks on his body.

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