#but also...is it too soon to already ilysm for sending this?????????
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‘ you kept your promise. you set me free. now i can do the same for you. ‘ @ christine *wink*
@inbox5
"erik," what did he mean? what did he mean by that? he had gone and come back. the scorpion had been turned. their fates were sealed. to save them all she'd do this for poor unhappy erik. the longer she stayed below with him the more the realization settled in her chest. one turn would save erik, and it would save raoul and the persian. the matter of the water was solved. they were all alive.
she felt his eyes on her waiting for her to cease doing that very thing. maybe she did cease living in the world above and had charged herself with that below. what did that matter? they were alive. all of them with the opera safe above without a hint of awareness of what nearly became the destruction of paris' pinnacle of opera. no.
-what did he mean now? they were engaged. he said so as much. he had kissed her and she returned it with their shared baptismal of tears. and then....
-then he placed the gold band into her hand and said the words that birthed hope and pain in her chest. freedom -now? live above and without him? what would become of him now? what sort of life would he live now after all that has passed between them after knowing one another to the depths of one can know a soul. his was dark and lovely like the night. and terribly lonely as the night always is. she didn't know why she was crying (hope? fear? sorrow?) aside from the whisper in her soul that this would be the last she'd ever see of him alive. "what is it that you mean by freedom?"
#inbox5#/ christine daae / threads#IDK#ITS BEEN A HECKIN WHILE SINCE I'VE WRITTEN HER#i ran with leroux#but also...is it too soon to already ilysm for sending this?????????
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( ♡ )⠀𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒏 as . . . 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 .ᐟ
❝ boy you're such a dream to me ❞ ꒷꒦ ot7 𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝜗𝜚 ⟢ headcanons & established relationship fluff ৲ 𝖒𝖞 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔰 ㅤ ♡ ㅤ
𐙚 . . via's entry ❫ ilysm plz enjoy my first thingy, 2239wc | fem reader .
✦ . . 이희승 ！
bf!heeseung who does aegyo for you and only you! he’d make sure no one else was in close proximity and then go “heedeungie!!” before cringing, and shutting his eyes closed, only reopening them to see your pretty smile.
bf!heeseung who always knows what you want, even if u’ve just glanced at a cute plushie at the store for one second best bet he’ll buy you every plushie from that brand, becoz ur his prince(ss) ofc
bf!heeseung who’d write little romantic ballads for you and call you randomly throughout the day (even during sleep hours!) so that you can hear his melodic voice sing the most shakespearean lyrics about his love for u 🥰
bf!heeseung who is like a bf and a therapist all in one! literally send as many voice messages ranting abt ur life as u can to him becoz he will listen to all of them and then respond with a voice message 10x longer
bf!heeseung who gets a bit impatient… likes listening to u talk but did u know that if u go longer than 42.32 seconds without kissing him he will eventually just stare at your lips and mumble random words while u rant every now and then; it gets you all hot and flustered when you realize where his attention actually is. soon enough, you just go “just kiss me if you want to.” and that’s enough for him to look back up at you, grin and softly press his lips against yours (contrary to popular opinion his kisses would be very soft! 🤓☝️) while grabbing both your shoulders with his hands
bf!heeseung who loves ur shoulders for some reason?? i just have this gut feeling that his favorite part about you is your shoulders?? like idk why, my heeseung senses r just tingling. anyways yes, he’d rest his head on your shoulders, kiss ur shoulders, put his arms over your shoulders and around your neck and whatnot!
✦ . . 박종성 ！
bf!jay who’d spent astronomical amounts of money (willingly :)) in just a week!! he refuses to buy you cheap counterparts, expensive is what his pretty lover deserves !
bf!jay WHO WOULD COOK THE MOST GOURMET MEALS FOR YOU! if it is a cultural dish, he will take time out of his day to cook in the kitchen with you until he learns how to make said cultural dish, then he will make it for u 4ever and ever!!! jay is certainly a caring partner
bf!jay who gives u sm partner privilege it’s insane. like he’d do anything for you without a second doubt. ask him to help you look for ur phone? no need, he’s already bought you 10 different new ones!
bf!jay who is such a romantic partner?? like if ur at work late, he will set up a whole candlelit dinner (hand made cuisine) with “moonlight” by kali uchis playing in the background. (jay looks like that song :3)
bf!jay likes tracing his fingers over your delicately placed features like you were sculpted by Greek Gods, and he’s nothing but a mere commoner admiring your beauty.
bf!jay gets matching things for you two ☹️ matching pandora rings, matching shoes/heels, what is there that he wouldn’t wear to twin with you! hell, he’d even do that cute thing where he matched the color of his tie to your dress!
bf!jay who does likes to go out with you, but he also likes to stay in! no matter what, he wants to be with you.
bf!jay who thinks that reading a romcom cuddled up with you under rain is a perfect way to spend saturday afternoon! (hint: he doesn’t usually like to read romcoms, he just loves spending time with you too much to say no 💖)
to conclude, jay just loves to do things for you. he always tries to impress you/make himself the perfect boyfriend for you by planning dates, getting u gifts, and doing whatever you need at all times (i feel like he believes he’ll never be good enough for u 😕)
✦ . . 심재윤 ！
bf!jake who gets so shy around u?? like stop u could stare at him and when he finally notices he’ll giggle like a little girl about it. he has the biggest crush on you ever it’s unbelievable
“okay fine, i love you more than my dog. i love you more than anyone, actually. is that weird?”
bf!jake who is a playful and lighthearted person, he truly does not have the capability to get mad at you 💞
but ofc he’s human, so when you two (somehow) get into arguments, he’ll always be the one to show up at your door at like 3am with a cute pout on his face because he misses you (it’s been 6 hours since you guys have last talked??) anyways how could you say no to his puppy face! obviously, u let him in and you two cuddle the night away
bf!jake who calls you layla’s mom and gets like cuteness aggression when he sees you and layla together
bf!jake who would say “this is for you” before shooting a hoop (and missing) for shits n giggles
bf!jake who clings onto you like his life depends on it……. this guy is so clingy???? like stop u won’t be able to use your non dominant hand at all because jake is just grabbing onto it for dear life
bf!jake who would LOVEE if his girlfriend had soft and plush cheeks. he’d squish ur face and giggle continuously at how cute you looked, pouty-faced and all.
bf!jake who likes simple yet planned out dates. picnics, arcade dates, carnival dates, and more are all apart of his comfort zone! but if you wanted to try anything new, he’d totally be up for it
bf!jake who loves u sososo unconditionally and always sticks by your side!! he’s like the type to agree with you in public and softly correct you in private.
bf!jake who smothers you with affection hourly reminds you everyday that he loves ur hair, ur face, ur body, ur legs, ur hands, and most importantly, YOU!!!
✦ . . 박성훈 ！
bf!sunghoon who would take you on ice skating dates and then take photos of you slipping on the ice (which don’t even come out that good because he’s busy laughing 🙄 )
bf!sunghoon who teases you then smirks when you get flustered like you teasing him doesn’t result in him having a mental breakdown of some sorts??? like boy plz
bf!sunghoon WHO IS SO SASSY OVER TEXT?? he’s literally your princess. “🙄🫸” is his go to emoji combo
bf!sunghoon who posts mirror selfies of the two of you and tries to be mysterious in the captions: “me n my girl 🖤”
bf!sunghoon who learns random english phrases (or ur main language) to impress you with
bf!sunghoon who wants to match styles with his s/o. would love to be the classy, romantic, sort of private couple.
bf!sunghoon who isn’t that into pda but if someone else starts flirting with you or even looks at you he’ll start being all touchy until the other person goes away. he’s super protective of u but doesn’t really show it that often
bf!sunghoon who pretends to be annoyed when you steal his hoodies knowing damn well he likes when you take his hoodies because they always smell like you after you give them back!!!!!
bf!sunghoon who loves to go on late night walks with you. everytime he sees a wildflower, he’ll pluck it for you and tuck it in your hair
bf!sunghoon who definitely can not fall asleep unless he gets a goodnight kiss from you 💖
✦ . . 김선우 ！
as your boyfriend, sunoo would love your hair sm.
especially if you had long hair he’d buy you shampoos, conditioners, everything! he’d also love to blow dry your hair for you and style it and everything
bf!sunoo would 100% let you sit on his lap and practice your makeup on him!!
bf!sunoo who would love to bake with you!!!! like he would make cakes and then use icing to spell out you two’s intials on the top
bf!sunoo who’s favorite form of affection is holding hands 💞 he’d do the thumb thing and adores when you grabs his hand randomly throughout the day, it gives him butterflies!
bf!sunoo who gets you small bouquets of tulips everytime he sees you!
bf!sunoo who loves to lay on your chest while cuddling and listen to your heartbeat (not in a creepy way, it’s just super comforting for him)
bf!sunoo who places gentle kisses all over your face before you fall asleep. he always makes sure to fall asleep after you so you’re comfortable
bf!sunoo who goes over your drama with you and hates whoever you hate. he’s your best friend and your boyfriend all at once!
bf!sunoo who is insanely creative when it comes to date ideas. he will make sure that he is the one planning dates most/all of the time!! his favorites are picnics, art dates, café dates and museum dates!!
bf!sunoo who loves to have a runway show in your bedroom after every one of your shopping trips!! he would coordinate the outfits and then cheer you on as you strut down the hallway
sunoo would tease you (not that much tho) about your height (would love a short gf!!) and then giggle about it and you just have to accept it cuz it makes him happy and his smile is literally the prettiest thing ever
bf!sunoo who genuinely does not know how to hate you, he’d give the softest love ever ☹️
✦ . . 양정원 ！
bf!jungwon who loves to tickle you. ik it sounds weird but just hear me out 🥰 he’d definitely just tickle the side of your waist randomly while you guys are cuddling just to hear your laugh and annoy you
bf!jungwon who prefers to be called “won” or other nicknames/petnames by you rather than his real name. would pout if you ever called him “jungwon” and go “hey!”
bf!jungwon who keeps a collection of cute photos of you on his phone to go through when he misses u ☹️ it’s genuinely so wholesome.
bf!jungwon also would keep a folder of just a bunch of 0.5 photos of you doing random things and make them your pfp on all messaging apps.
bf!jungwon who does silly little tiktok couple trends with you whenever you ask him to
bf!jungwon would ask you to do a spin everyday to see your outfit and then gush about how good you look!!
bf!jungwon, who often stays up late at night with you while the two of you talk about the future family you will have. | a conversation between the two of you would go, “we’ll have two kids! or three? or four?” “no, we’ll have cats instead. two cats, and one of them is you!”
bf!jungwon who ruffles your hair teasingly only to fix it again, pulling at each strand and placing it in its place gently
bf!jungwon who texts you random romantic song lyrics throughout the day, which never fail to fluster you and make you giggle
bf!jungwon who is a sucker for cheek kisses. before you leave him, he’d be like “oh, you’re forgetting something :(“ and you’d always play along, “what?” you’d say with a giggle as he’d point to his cheek, the place where you’d leave a small but loving peck!
✦ . . 西村力 ！
bf!riki who gets butterflies whenever you call him his real name, riki, over his stage name. it makes him feel closer to you 💞
bf!riki who would make playlists for the two of you, naming them with you guys’ initials.
bf!riki who’d always had this fantasy of teaching his future girlfriend to dance, and that’s exactly what he does with you. he’d slowly wrap his arms around your own and guide them to the music.
bf!riki just would not let you get out of bed?? like every morning it’s a struggle for you 💔 “ni-ki let me go i’ll be late!” “no, 5 more minutes 😠” and how could u say no
bf!riki who always giggles in between kisses, causing you to pull away and lean your forehead on his while the two of you smile at one another fondly
bf!riki who LOVES to see u in his hoodies!! in fact, he’d even leave his hoodies at ur house just to see you wear it, and then tease you for it. “ew, give me back my hoodie, stinky.” he’d say, but in his head he’s kicking his feet at how ur body is engulfed by the cloth which is 10x too long for you.
bf!riki who pulls you out of bed late at night for impromptu 3AM walks to the convenience store.
bf!riki would teach you japanese and absolutely die everytime you try to say something in japanese for him
bf!riki who would tease you so much, especially if you were shorter than him, he’d misplace your things, putting them on high shelves and whatnot so you have no choice but to ask him to grab it for you
bf!riki who is super shy in front of other people, but when it’s just you two he gets super physical and touchy and affectionate!
bf!riki who mumbles sweet nothings into the crook of your neck while you two are cuddling after he’s sure you’ve fell asleep 💤 💖
tysm for reading! 𓂃 back to the library !
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#☆ hyeinkiss#enhypen#enhypen nishimura riki#enhypen kim sunoo#enhypen jake#enhypen sim jaeyun#sim jaeyun#enhypen park sunghoon#enhypen sunghoon#park sunghoon#enhypen soft hours#enhypen boyfriend#boyfriend#enhypen heeseung#enhypen jungwon#yang jungwon#lee heeseung#enha#headcanons#enhypen lee heeseung#enhypen yang jungwon#ni-ki#riki#heeseung#fluff#kpop#layout#kpop layout#enhypen headcanons
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HC's about your choice and I would like to challenge you to use this song for motivation!
FMRN
TokRev x Reader: Risky Sex
♡ NSFW, needy!reader, fem reader, oral->fem receiving, exhibitionism, sex in Shin's bikeshop, sex in a dressing room, teasing, these men are cocky fr, also Tora has a tongue piercing because I said so ♡
Characters: Shinichiro and Kazutora (separately)
note: as soon as I heard the song I knew what direction I wanted to go with this and I kinda went overboard 😭 Sarah Ilysm for this 🩷 also I proofread this so yea my eyes hurt lol
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Shinichiro
You honestly couldn't help yourself when it came to Shin, especially when he was working on a bike, he always looked so hot when he was focused. As he was about to get up from his place on the floor you ambushed him, positioning yourself in his lap and wrapping your arms around him. He pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and put it out in the ashtray, focusing all his attention on you.
"What is it darling? Feeling affectionate?"
You couldn't even be bothered to respond, too busy grinding against the growing bulge in his pants. He chuckled at your neediness before planting a deep kiss on your lips.
"You sure you want me to fuck you here? Anyone could walk in on us."
Did he really just ask you that? As if he didn't see the desperate look in your eyes, like he didn't feel how hard your nails were digging into his back, itching to tear his clothes off.
"Shin, please!"
"Please what darling?"
"Please fuck me~"
That's all he needed to hear, as a matter of fact, he could live off of those words alone. He undid your pants before pushing you onto the cold floor and undoing his belt. The adrenaline coursed through his veins as the thought of being caught flashed in his head. But that didn't matter, all that mattered was how pretty you looked underneath him and how badly you needed him. He started off slow, setting a pace that only made you beg for him even more. Your whining was his signal to go faster, to go deeper, to be rougher. His hands held your legs down, spreading them as far apart as possible so he could hit every nerve. His cock rammed in and out of you so fast that your legs started to involuntarily close, but he wasn't gonna let that happen.
"Uh-uh sweetheart, don't try to get away. You wanted this remember? You were begging for me to fuck you and now you can't take it? Just be a good girl for me and take it ♡"
Fortunately, you two finished up without getting caught. It also goes without saying that he left you completely satisfied, filled to the brim, and unable to walk properly.
Kazutora
You had been out shopping with Tora all day and you didn't know why, but everything this man did was about to send you over the edge. The adoration in his eyes whenever you tried something on and the endless flow of compliments would've polluted your ego, if they hadn't gone straight to your pussy. You were already on your last straw when you came out of the dressing room in a tight black dress, praying that he'd hold off on the compliments for once.
"You look absolutely stunning angel, I love how you look in that, you'd look even better with it off though ♡"
Your hand gripped the doorway of the dressing room as you felt your legs about to give out on you. There was no way you were gonna be able to hold out until you got home, you needed him now. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the dressing room, closing and locking the door behind you.
"Do you have any clue what you're doing to me right now?"
"Of course I do, because I'm doing it deliberately."
"You're such a jackass!"
"I know, but I'm your jackass."
He pushed you onto the bench of the dressing room and was immediately in between your legs. His calloused hands pulled up your dress and pried your legs open, his tongue brushing over your clothed clit as he licked over the wet spot on your panties.
"Look at you, so fucking wet for me princess ♡"
His teeth hooked into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off of you in an agonizingly slow manner.
"Tora, stop teasing!"
"Okay okay! I'm sorry angel, I'll stop teasing ya."
He gently pressed his thumb onto your clit, rubbing circles and applying more pressure as you got wetter. His thumb was quickly replaced by his tongue and you felt a chill go down your spine as the cold metal of his piercing hit your clit. This definitely didn't go unnoticed by him either.
"Aww angel, do you like it when I press my piercing on your pretty little clit?"
You could only nod in agreement as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you grinded against him. His grip on your thighs tightening as you came, leaving the bottom half of his face soaked. Before you could even let what just happened sink in, there was a knock on the dressing room door.
"Ma'am are you okay in there? Do you need assistance?"
"No I'm okay, I'll be out in a second!"
Tora looked up at you with a smirk on his face before kissing your clit and getting up to help you fix your clothes.
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#tokyo revengers headcanons#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers x reader#kazutora smut#shinichiro smut#I feel like this is my first time writing for Shin and that's absolutely unacceptable because he's so fine 😮💨#I don't even know what to say about Tora he's just perfect fr 😭 my man my man my man#your honor I need both of them simultaneously#y'all I'm fucking losing my mind over this#why am I like this I need to calm tf down lmao 🥲#ngl y'all I forgot what a waistband was called and had to google that shit 😭
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i’m sure most ppl expected this so i’m not gonna make a big deal out of it but!! yes i am going on hiatus for an unspecified amount of time.
it’s honestly quite simple, i’ve just been losing interest in most aspects of kpop aside from the music, which makes writing for it a lot harder than before. i also dealt with a lot of burn out for months and still forced myself to write which only made it worse. lastly, i’m an executive of two clubs at my school this year on top of all my classes, so finding time to write would be even worse than it was before :’) !
YEAh that’s kinda it! for now my works will stay up, moots can dm me for my disc/spotify!! even if we’ve barely spoken pspsps i wanna stalk ur music cmere 🤲 a special shout out to my emoji anons too, you’re all amazing people ilysm, especially those that have been stuck with me for so long <3 (u know who u are!!)
i’ll try and check in here every so often to chat, esp if a new comeback for enha/txt happens!! love u guys and stay safe <3 you may send an ask if u have any questions!
extra stuff i wanna say to moots below! (it’s all word vomits i’m sorry)
RAVEN. MY WIFEY. my BELOVED blr wont let me tag u but you already know i adore u sm playing roblox with u is so fun even if that one banana game was kinda ass!! 💖 thank u for being so so sweet when putting up with me all the time and raising our fav corgi daughter with sm love <3 i hope u get more confidence in ur writing because your fics are always so creative and well written, and in yourself too bc a certain mf thats name starts with J and ends with N is MISSING OUT. 🙄🙄 ok im still gna be annoying u all the time so. bye ig….. smooches
@seongclb katto u deserve an award for putting up with me in dms ilysm 😞 watching the promised neverland together brought me so much joy and i still have a ss of you calling gilda a tractor ok i love u!!!! i would read your fics all day any day u are so talented and ur photography skills are amazing, i hope we get to keep in touch WE SHOULD FIND ANOTHER SHOW TO WATCH TGTHER !!!!! i need to fix your lack of anime knowledge ‼️ PLS KEEP WRITING AS WELL ENHABLR NEEDS U!!!!
@soov reirei my gf i aspire to be as confident and funny as you, you’re literal sunshine and always make my day better even with just one interaction <3 thank u for being so welcoming my first days in walmart enha and raising sushiwon with me!! as well as entertaining me by dying in genshin every 3 seconds <3 (WE NEED TO PLAY AGAIN) oh and KEEP WRITING BB. i will rise from THE DEAD WHEN IT COMES OUT OK U CAN DO THIS ML!!
@haknom kangaroo karaoke keys we may have had only a few convos but they were all so fun like PLAYING BRAWL STARS WAS HILARIOUS we ate the house down in duo showdown idc. and beta reading ur fics was such a treat esp while watching u plan new smaus every other day 🫶 also your music taste is MUWAH gimme some more recs pspsps !!! KEEP WRITING OKKK?!
@kynrki kimmy kimmy kim one of my first ever moots <3 your writing is always such a joy to read and your energy is amazing, thank you for giving me a chance when i was too shy to ask anyone else to be moots LMAO 🫶 plsplss keep writing you’re so gifted and deserve the whole world LOVEE UU
@bitehee cavvy my big sibling :((( i love u sm kshsdknd its been a while but i really hope everything has been well since you moved and you’re still being as cool as ever <3 im gonna replay a pokemon game in ur honor perhaps mystery dungeon 👁️ ? anyway i look up to u and think u are so cool, one of my fav hee stans ever ever!!! remember u have my disc if u ever wanna chat 🫂 !!!
@sunoksunny sunny <3 my other gf. i remember our first vc u had this goofy pfp i cant remember what it was but like u are so easy to talk to and funny?! and PRETTY??? your fits are always stunning and your singing is beautiful ugh the whole package fr… and. we need. to play. genshin!!! I REDOWNLOADED IT FOR U OK WE WILL DISCUSS THIS SOON!! ILY
@slytherinshua ZANNY. u are so easy to talk to we match each others energy so perfectly?!? I HOPE U AND TUALHA CONTINUE BEING THE COOLEST EVER and ur writing is top tier so pls keep going‼️ thank u for being so sweet to me as another one of my very first moots i appreciate u sm <3333
@flwrshee riri !!! we haven’t even been moots for long but i had to add u in here because u need to know that ILYSM. you’re like an adorable energetic little sister that always makes me smile T-T thank you for taking time out of your day to reblog my fics with so much sweet feedback and i wish u the absolute best always!! if u ever need anything pls dm me on disc i would love to chat with u more, and make sure to keep writing bc u have SO much talent!!!!
@wonieleles sia SIA i genuinely miss talking to u sm i NEED to come back to walmart enha :(( we don’t talk much besides our little interactions in the server but each time you make me smile. you’re so so smart and admirable, i hope you keep up the hard work bc i know you’ll go so far and HAVE MORE CONFIDENCE!! you’re so beautiful okay ily 😞🫶
@sultrybaby kel 😭😭😭💖💖 you’ve literally been a day one THANK YOU for always checking in on me even during your ridiculous NONSTOP EXAMS. 💀 another one of my big siblings on here fr you are such a real one and i care for u sm!!! i hope everything has been well for u?! pls feel free to message me for anything okay <3 I LOVE U SM thank u for sticking with me all this time 🫂🫂
i have so many moots so i can’t write smthn for everyone but i love u all okay <3 AGAIN if u wanna keep in touch thru spotify or discord dm me muwah
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RANDOM TEXTS — PART 1 / PART 2
— details ; brothers x gn! reader ; head-cannon based ; 〘🐙〙 ; obey me m.list ; they/them/you/yours
— summary ; domestic texts between you and the brothers
— requests are open as of 17/8
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LUCIFER
“ good afternoon mc , are you home ? “
“ yeah i am , why ? “
“ a package was just delivered to the front porch , do me a favour and check it for me would you ? “
“ ofc ofc , give me a sec. “
“ are these flowers ? “
“ do you like them ? “
“ THANK YOU , OMG THEY’RE SO PRETTY 🥴“
“ i would love to go back to 2 seconds ago where we were relishing in the moment without the mention of fathers name. “
“ 🏃♀️“
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MAMMON
“ oi ! i’m stuck out in the rain tell lucifer i’ll be late for dinner. “
“ pftt .. imagine. “
“ don’t laugh at me ! i wore an expensive jacket out today too … now its ruined. “
“ wru rn ? “
“ outside some randos shops shelter. “
“ jeez everyones wet and soaked as fuck , smells like shit. “
“ LMAOAAOO HELP 🚶♀️ but anyways i’ll come pick you up if you want. “
“ wait what ? you’re gonna walk here in this type of heavy rain ? “
“ umbrellas exist dumbass. “
“ YEAH BUT STILL , i wouldn’t wanna trouble you it’s just a bit of rain. “
“ nothing the great mammon can’t handle ! 😈 “
“ yeah yeah … i’ll wait for you in your room , movie night remember ? “
“ WELL NOW THAT YOU’RE WAITING FOR ME THE GREAT MAMMON WON’T LET YOU MISS ME FOR LONG ! “
“ IM RUNNING BACK NOW , DONT YOU DARE STEP OUT IN THE RAIN. “
“ jackass 😒 “
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LEVITHAN
“ MC ! COME TO MY ROOM RN ASAP 💯 “
“ for what ? i’m lazy to leave my bed. “
“ WELL “
“ GUESS WHAT 🤭 “
“ I GOT EARLY ACCESS TO THAT ANIME YOU LIKE FROM THE HUMAN WORLD “
“ EX FUCKING CUSE ME ? HOW ? HUH ? 😀 “
“ SAY SIKE RN 🤨 “
“ IM NOT JOKING MC GET HERE RN , OFFER LASTS FOR THE NEXT 5 MINUTES “
“ ILL BE COUNTING “
“ LEVI I FUCKING LOVE YOU RN IM OMW “
“ YOU WHAT ? “
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SATAN
“ pick me’s are more infuriating than popular wannabes. “
“ i rest my case. “
“ they’re equally as annoying , both types can’t keep their mouths shut. “
“ disagree. pick me’s act upon it changing their tone of voice and putting others down for their own gain. “
“ that’s a lowball. “
“ okay yeah valid point but then again you could argue that the wannabes have a chance of dropping their now friends for the more well-known group. “
“ meet me at the library in 5 , i’ll make some tea for both of us while we discuss this. “
“ are we really debating over high school drama … “
“ yes , it’s important. “
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ASMODEUS
“ mccc !! “
“ mc ! “
“ sweetieee “
“ answer me love 😾😾😾 “
“ sorry sorry , mammon was speaking to me. “
“ you know , you should stop hanging out with him and instead with me ! 🤗 “
“ but moving on ! i found this adorable pair of boots that would look absolutely gorgeous on you. “
“ ugh ! imagining you in those already makes my heart flutter you’d look so adorable 💕 “
“ mc ! i’ll swing by the house and pick you up get ready in 15 minutes hon , we’re going on a shopping spree. “
“ HEOBDDK SEND ME THE ADDY BABES ‼️ “
“ ILL WALK OVER “
“ NO NO DONT YOU DARE ! “
“ i’ll come pick you up sweetie there’s no way i’m letting you walk here all by yourself ! “
“ what if someone steals you away from me while im not there ? 😾 “
“ alright alright YOU BETTER BE HERE SOON “
“ also you’re spending too much time with satan , the amount of times you’ve used that angry cat emoji is concerning … “
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BEELZEBUB
“ BEEL WRU ? “
“ THIS IS AN EMERGENCY ‼️ “
“ mc ! are you alright ? do you need help ? are you hurt ? “
“ NO NO NONE OF THAT “
“ i’m just extremely tired today and i don’t feel like walking down the long hallway for dinner … “
“ could you come to my room and give me a piggy back ride ? 😁 “
“ oh “
“ thank goodness you’re not hurt. ☺️ “
“ but sure :D i’m omw to your room , hang tight mc. “
“ ilysm 🫶 “
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BELPHEGOR
“ wru ? “
“ my room , why ? “
“ come to the planetarium “
“ the stars are really pretty tonight “
“ they remind me of the celestial realm , where we couldn’t admire our own stars … “
“ but here , i’m able to do one of my favourite activities with everyone , with you. “
“ i told you i forgave you belphie. “
“ please don’t beat yourself up on it anymore. “
“ how did you know ? “
“ you never have enough energy to type this many words 🥱 “
“ also open the door , i think you accidentally locked it. “
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© 2022 cryptiles. please do not repost / translate my work and post it to other social media websites without permission , thank you.
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Hello, how are you? Any news on the ppg x bts au? I can't wait to read the rest! Xx
hi lovely!
before replying,, i will take the opportunity to answer all of the other anon asks i received meanwhile through it, as i have a couple of duplicates and a bunch more with the same question,,, i hope you dont mind~!
regarding my absence here on tumblr:
ive been away due to not only crazy work hours but also health issues,, im all good now, and im doing good!
i thank you sincerely for everyone asking how i am, youre all very sweet~ 💕💕 im sending all love back,, and i hope youre all doing good too!
i work for a corporation, so my schedules are a bit hectic and it doesnt help that i work saturdays too,, but i love writing, and ill keep coming back here whenever i can~ i promise! either to finish the stories i already have going on, or to post new ones 🥰🥰
ppgs update:
im thrilled to have so many of you loving this story~! and much of my return here has been for the asks i receive regarding it,, it gives me strength to push forward and keep writing.
that said,,, ill do my best to update it soon~ ill have to outline the next chapter first, but ill work on it 💕💕
thank you to all of you who waited, and for the ones being sweet and sending asks about it~ ilysm 🤧💕
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🐼✒️anon here, omg rid you're so sweet😭 just listened to the commentary and first of all, your voice is so soothing, i could listen to you talk all day
second, i teared up when you mentioned isabella's lullaby. that is literally one of my favorite pieces of music, and i have imagined singing and harmonizing together with jk, and when you mentioned that he hums that for OC i literally teared up, felt like cmi!jk was made for me🤭
third, thank you so much for answering my questions🥹 it was so comforting, and it was so interesing to hear more about your writing process. and thank you for your encouragement, i really appreciate your advice and support, you're such a sweet soul🥹
also peraltiago??? and elemental??? i literally yearn for that kind of love and connection, especially peraltiago (although the cmi babies have long replaced them now) ughh i can totally relate to everything you said there! if you havent already, watch the good place, i think you'd really appreciate the dynamics between the characters, trust me
lastly, i was so surprised when you said that you've started the blog in 2020?? the way you write really makes you think you've been in this for far longer. i am genuinely amazed by your talent rid, you fucking rock💪🏻
its not a 🐼✒️ ask without writing a full essay, i apologise🙏🏻 i just wanted to let you know i really enjoyed the commentary, and im looking forward to the rest of cmi (im still in denial about the fact that its gonna end, and im also in denial of the possibility of you leaving yup) you are truly amazing, i cant find anymore words😭 love you so much, take care of yourself and rest well! I hope you get well from the cold soon, sending you all my love💜💜💜💜💜
holdddd, i guessed your name? kajshasj that's crazy bc i wouldn't even know lol but omg super proud i pronounced it well!! 🥰 as to your message… are you kidding, you're so 😭 gd sweet, like ilysm!!
isabella's lullaby is truly one of the most spectacular and gorgeous pieces i've ever heard. immediate favourite. it's become a lullaby to oc, too, bc i imagine it so feathery soft in his voice. also, wdym?? i didn't give any advice, that was totally these two heheh 👀 and all i want is for them (me heh) to comfort you <3
PANDAAAA, YOU AND I ARE VIBINGGGGG. peraltiago is my shiittttttt (fun fact, i just watched an episode last night where they used the ship name for the first time jkfsdhssf). how dare you say cmi babies have replaced them I WILL LITERALLY SOB INTO MY PILLOW WHAT 😭 also, putting the good place on my to-watch-list!!
i actually started this blog in early 2021 which makes your praise even more meaningful and sweet babe i adore you 🤧 ty ty ty!! and i've gotten a lot better!! spent my week off work well (but about to work for uni deadlines 💀) <3 not the deniallll 😭 if i do decide to stay, i promise i'll try my best to keep this thing going for as long as possible. we shall not see the end of their story soon (bc i'm very much in denial, too) <3
#DON'T YOU APOLOGISE FOR ESSAYS#i will always give you essays back!!!! ily ok!!!#and seriously i appreciate the heck out of you. you're so damn lovely it makes me believe in the good in people fr <3#notes for rid 🌹#🐼✒️ anon#fic: colour me in
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omg callie pie i forgot that i initially followed you because of your armin fics jhskgkdfb i used to be so rabid over him and this might just get me to return to my armin brainrot phase hjsvdjfbfdb i came for armin but stayed for you <33
also ilysm and your brain and how well you articulate your thoughts on character/story analysis and even on unrelated to fiction topics sjnhkjdsfkj reading the stuff you post makes me lose my mind sometimes /pos like fr you’re the person that motivated me to start working on my articulation instead of just being like blah im bad at words like how i usually was before hfsjdhsk and you motivate me to start thinking more deeply about characters and analysing them and the source material, it’s like you motivated me to start using my brain more and start actually having fun with it :) you also make me want to become a sweeter person and spread love and positivity because of how lovely you are jbdsjb like really, just reading your posts feels like a warm hug <333 i hope you get a lovely and warm hug real soon from someone you care about <33
i’m also very amazed at you and when i think about all the hard work you put to grow into the wonderful and talented person you are today <33 and i’m looking forward to seeing you shine brighter than you already do with more years to come staying by your side and cheering you on <33 (man i remember when i used to be v active on tumblr months ago and used to check on ur blog like it was the morning newspaper and sending you nice things in ur inbox every other day jdvjdhfbh)
have a great day/night lovely and remember to stay hydrated!! <333
this is genuinely such a kind message i am blushing and rolling around on the ground and shit. you are so sweet and so kind for sending this to me <3 im so flattered that you've followed my blog for so long (armin has been off to war for a while in my brain now) it rly warms my heart to no end. it's a little silly to me that you find my articulation inspiring purely bc most of the time i view myself as an animal crossing creature speaking in their language and everyone just nods and smiles bc ive got the spirit 😭
anyway ur so kind and im so happy ur still here and i hope u continue to find me amusing and my blog fun <3 i hope you're having a wonderful day / night too!!!
#[ 🏩 – chatting ]#holds this message really close to my chest#this is so kind#absolute favs#thank you for sending it <3
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Remedy
I Am The Worst. I promised @rockingrobin69 a fic for something, like, weeks ago and I forgottt I'm sorry Robin here it is ilysm I hope you like it and also I just love you a whole heckin LOT did I say that already? Like. You're the greatest and are just like this personification of all things GOOD in this world and you just make me smile by existing.
You said you enjoy the following: magical compatibility, hurt/comfort, protective Harry, and tenderness. I tried to combine those things into a fic, but I don't think I could ever write something to properly convey quite how much I love, adore, and appreciate you. Still, here's this anyway; I lay it at your feet like a dog dropping a slobber-coated tennis ball.
Enjoy 💛 For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: "Remedy" by Adele
CW: assault (NOT BETWEEN H/D), injury, bleeding, mentions of oral sex, stab wound; no bad things between or caused by H/D, happy ending I promise!!!
Harry chuckled at the telly, eating another handful of popcorn. As much as he loved his friends, one thing he'd promised himself as soon as he left Hogwarts was to implement this ritual for himself: just him, a bowl of popcorn, and SNL.
It worked out well, with his flatmate generally preferring nightlife, and Harry quite enjoying watching the telly instead of said-flatmate drinking rum and coke while dancing with men who weren't him.
Harry blinked at his fist, which he realized had just crunched a handful of popcorn in a tight grip. He wiped the crushed kernels on a napkin and reached for another, forcing his attention back to the telly.
At first, the sound coming from the door was so soft, so distant, that Harry was sure he'd been imagining it. But when a loud thunk against the door made him startle and spill the popcorn, followed by a groaned, "Harrrrryy," he was up and out of the chair in a flash, opening the door and barely catching Draco falling into his arms before his flatmate hit the ground.
Draco wheezed, and Harry's heart clenched as his mind went blank other than solve-crisis-now mode. He gently brought Draco inside, shut the door, and brought the two of them to the kitchen table.
Draco sat back in a chair, his eyes scrunched in pain as he clutched his side. Harry gently reached over to pry the other man's hands from his waist, grimacing when he revealed blood-stained clothes.
"What happened?" Harry asked, reaching for Draco's wand where it sat in his holster.
"Man...Club...wanted b-blow—" Draco winced as Harry carefully untucked the bloodied shirt to reveal the wound. "I s-said no. He was...mad...pulled...knife...He ap—apparated...before I could..."
Harry closed his eyes against the rush of anger, the kind that made his blood itch. Later, he'd ask Draco for the pensieve memory, and find his assailant and see to it that he regretted even looking in Draco's direction, that he'd look at only four walls of a cell for a long time.
But for now, Harry used Draco's wand and cast the necessary Healing spells, watching with relief as the bleeding stopped and the skin began to repair itself. Draco's breathing evened out, deepened until he was able to open his eyes, wet with tears that Harry let himself reach over to wipe away with his thumb. Rather than push him away, Draco cupped Harry's hand where it rested on his face.
"How did you get back here?" Harry asked softly. "Why didn't you call me? Or send a Patronus?"
"My phone died, and the pain was too intense for me to think of anything else," Draco sighed. "And I took a cab. I didn't feel safe to Apparate, and I was too delirious to remember Healing spells—" Draco paused, eyes narrowed critically. "Did you use my wand?"
Harry flushed, pulling back and putting both hands in his lap. "I guess. I wasn't thinking, I just. Grabbed the closest wand and...Sorry."
Draco huffed. "Figures you'd still be able to use my wand, after all this time."
"Makes sense, really. Ron used to use Hermione's wand all the time, long before they got together." Harry said, and then closed his eyes, regretting the words as soon as they left his lips.
When he opened them again, Draco's mouth was slightly agape. "What—"
"It's fine—"
"No, Harry, do you have feelings fo—"
"Obviously, but—"
"H-how long?"
Harry just shrugged. "Does it matter? You don't feel the same, so. It's fine," he said, moving to stand up, beginning to set up a fortress around his heart just as Draco settled him back into his seat with a gentle touch.
"Maybe Granger and Weasley can share a wand for the same reason we do," Draco said, cheeks flushing.
Harry's heart picked up speed. "What reason?"
"For the same reason I didn't send you my Patronus," Draco whispered. "Because I didn't want you to see it."
Harry was dumbfounded as Draco picked up the wand and closed his eyes, whispering, "Expecto Patronum."
A stag, glittering and bright, burst from the tip of the wand. Harry watched in awe before gently taking the wand from Draco and casting his own Patronus. The two stags approached each other, tails wagging joy before galloping around the flat, chasing one another.
Harry looked over at Draco when he felt a cool hand cover his own. Draco's lips quirked up into a small smile, and in the glowing light of the stags, and the telly playing quietly in the background, Harry leaned in and closed the distance between them.
The kiss tasted like shared magic, like rum and coke, like buttered popcorn—and like home.
#CW: assault (NOT BETWEEN H/D)#injury#bleeding#cw: mild blood#cw: stab wound#mentions of oral sex#yes Harry watching SNL is self-insert dont @ me#remember this is set in like 2000-something so SNL was actually consistently GOOD#...not that that's the point of the fic. just. whatever.#also i looked it up and tears wag their tails when they're happy!#drarry#draco malfoy#harry potter#draco and harry#harry and draco#draco x harry#harry x draco#draco/harry#harry/draco#draco malfoy and harry potter#harry potter and draco malfoy#draco malfoy x harry potter#harry potter x draco malfoy#hpdm#drarry squad#drarry fic#drarry fanfic#drarry fanfiction#drarry ficlet#drarry drabble
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okay first I just wanted to say how much I love love love your eddie stealing clothes fic, that one literally felt like huddling into a stolen hoodie, warm and soft and happy! <3 as for writing prompts, maybe “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” or “I’ll wait.” or “You don’t have to say anything.” from the 100 ways to say I love you list for buddie? <3
I chose: "It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway."
This one is also a fill for the hurt/comfort bingo square 'forced to uncover past trauma'.
And special thank you to @nymika-arts for giving me the push I needed to finish this by having a million tsunami feelings with me. Ilysm Meg 💛💛💛
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He wonders, sometimes, what Buck might be dreaming about.
Christopher wakes screaming and sobbing in the night and Eddie hugs his kid close, wraps him up in (useless, he feels so useless) reassurances.
“It was just a dream, sweetheart.”
“It’s over, you’re okay.”
“I’ve got you.”
That last one at least is true—will always be true—even if it still feels like a useless promise in the murky hours of the night. Christopher clings to him, tears soaking Eddie’s shirt, and Eddie rubs his back and whispers into his hair and he wonders—
Is Buck having nightmares too?
Is he waking alone, haunted in the night, living with the shadows of ghosts during the day, his pain soundless and tears silent even though there is no one around to hear?
Does he still see the water when he closes his eyes? Does he feel it? Hear it? Taste it in the salt of his own tears?
If Eddie called, would he find Buck already awake?
He wonders, wonders, wonders; but he doesn’t call. He doesn’t know what he would say if he did.
(“Hey man, sorry if I woke you up, it’s just that Chris is having awful nightmares about that time you both almost died, and I’m not really sleeping either, and I worry about you, and you keep telling me you’re fine but I’m pretty sure you’re not, and—“)
He doesn’t call.
He wakes up because Chris is crying, and he hugs his kid tight, and he thinks: I hope Buck is sleeping well tonight.
***
(In Eddie’s dreams, Christopher is crying out for help and Eddie can’t reach him, can’t reach him, can’t reach him.)
(In Eddie’s dreams, the wave swallows Buck up and never gives him back.)
(When Eddie wakes in the dead of night, paralysed by grief and panic, there is nobody to comfort him either.)
***
Buck doesn’t sleep his first night back at the station. Mostly because Bobby sends him home early, but that’s well after midnight and he doesn’t even try before that—Eddie knows he doesn’t, because the decorations are all gone, because the station is spotless, because he knows Buck.
They talk, they hug, and Buck clings, but Eddie pulls away too soon, bruised ribs protesting while his heart screams more more more. Words clamor behind his lips: you should come over after work and I’ve missed you and you look tired, are you sleeping okay?
He doesn’t say any of them.
He doesn’t trust his voice not to break if he did.
***
Things get better. Therapy helps Chris, and hitting people (getting hit) helps Eddie—or he tells himself it does, at least, and if he tells himself often enough that he’s fine, it’s fine, everything is fine, then eventually it has to come true.
(It has to, right?)
***
Buck doesn’t hesitate on calls. Eddie—Eddie is the one with his heart in his throat and ice in his veins as Buck drops half his gear and dives into the water, Bobby’s muttered curses following him.
“Eddie—“ the captain starts, and Eddie is already moving, already stripping out of his turnout coat, ready to follow Buck in (follow him everywhere), when Buck breaches the surface, gasping and spluttering but holding the kid.
They pull him out—pull both of them out—and Chimney whisks the kid away to be checked out while Eddie kneels on the jetty with Buck half in his lap, dripping wet and coughing as he catches his breath. Eddie’s hands are shaking as he searches for Buck’s pulse, falling back on habit, training, because if he doesn’t he’s going to fall apart.
“Goddamit, Buck,” slips out, and it’s too close to anger, too close to fear, too close to don’t make me almost lose you again.
Eddie bites his tongue, reels it all back in, shoves his heart out of his throat and back down where it belongs. Bobby is there as well, hovering, waiting with a towel, and that helps stop Eddie from falling apart too.
There is blood on Buck’s face; a bright, watery red welling up from a nasty scrape high on his cheek.
(There is a scar on Buck’s forearm, long and thin, the kind that will fade to nothing in a few years—maybe even a few months—but lingers now, a physical manifestation of trauma that dug its claws in and refuses to let go.)
(“He didn’t even know how it happened,” Maddie reported, somewhere between tearful and exasperated. “He said he didn’t even notice, how could he not notice?”)
Buck looks surprised when he wipes his face with the towel and it comes away red. Surprised and—something else. A quick look at Bobby, a stutter in his breath.
“It’s not bad,” Eddie tells him, reassuring—anticipating. He lifts a corner of the towel and presses it against Buck’s cheek. Buck hesitates, hand making a stilted, cut-off movement; then he reaches up and takes over putting pressure on the cut to stop the bleeding.
“Alright,” Bobby says, and it’s a transient word, a sound to fill space that has been left open too long, guiding them along to the next moment.
He turns, and Eddie follows his gaze, finds Hen and Chim, and the kid sitting up with an oxygen mask on, worried mother holding him tight. Something in his chest loosens; the kid is fine. The kid is fine, and Buck is fine, so everything is fine.
It’s fine.
Except it’s not really because Buck is quiet the whole ride back to the station. Bobby sends him to shower and he goes without a word, a trail of wet footprints left behind. Eddie stares at them and thinks about Buck walking for hours through the streets searching for Christopher, wet shoes and clothes chafing his skin raw as they dried, exhausted and in pain and never giving up.
He thinks about the moment that he saw Buck at the VA hospital. The fear, instant, that gripped his chest, the “are you okay?”, the burning need to make sure—then the moment he noticed Christopher’s glasses and it felt like the world had dropped away beneath him and he was paralysed in free fall.
He remembers holding Christopher in his arms, shaking with relief, and turning, seeing Buck collapse—the way that felt like being in free fall as well.
“Eddie? You okay?”
Bobby. Concerned in that sort-of-captain, sort-of-dad way he has.
Eddie’s tongue feels tied, his heart twisted into knots in his chest, but somehow he hears himself say, “Yeah. I’m good, Cap.”
(One of these days someone is going to ask him that question and he isn’t going to lie.)
***
Buck doesn’t come up to join them for dinner. Bobby starts to say, “Eddie, can you—”
And Hen’s voice is an overlapping, “Maybe we should just leave—”
But Eddie isn’t waiting for either of them, chair pushed back, already headed for the stairs. He knows what Buck is like after bad calls, but this feels different. It is different, because it wasn’t a bad call, it was a win, it just—
It was too close to a memory.
A trauma.
(“I lost him, Eddie.”
“No, you saved him. That’s how he remembers it.”)
Buck doesn’t look up when Eddie enters the locker room. He’s hunched on the bench, staring at the ground in front of him. His hair is still wet, but it’s shower wet now, curls wild like he ran a towel over them but didn’t bother wrangling them back into place. It makes him look… young. All of the twenty-eight years that he is and not a day more.
“Hey,” Eddie says. He sits down; bumps their shoulders together. Buck glances at him, just for a second, and he’s not crying but his eyes are red-rimmed and still kind of teary. This close, Eddie can feel the tremors under his skin.
“You’re shaking,” he says quietly—worriedly.
“I—“ Buck stops; swallows the words. He rubs at his chest, breath hitching, less I can’t breathe and more I thought too much about my own breathing and now I’ve forgotten how to do it naturally.
That distinction doesn’t stop concern bubbling in Eddie’s chest, spreading hot and cold through his veins. He thinks about the water, Buck cold and dripping, coughing as he caught his breath—and he thinks about that kid at the VA hospital, drowning on dry land, hours after the tsunami hit—and he knows it’s not the same (it’s not), but you can drown in just a few inches of water, and Buck has the worst luck, and—
Whatever expression is on Eddie’s face makes Buck look away, hand dropping to his lap.
“I’m okay,” he says, and they both know he’s lying. They both know that they both know he’s lying—but Buck doesn’t take the words back and Eddie doesn’t know how to push. Not without opening the conversation up to—
And what about you?
I’m fine.
Now who’s lying.
He’s not ready for that. Doesn’t know how to be ready for that. It’s easier to focus on Buck, on Christopher, on work—on anything other than the Lichtenberg figure of cracks in his armour that threaten to unravel him.
(The guilt cleaves him open sometimes; the gut-punch that followed the crushing overlap of fear and relief at the VA hospital. The I thought they were safe and its heart aching counterpart I didn’t worry about them at all, and they were right in the middle of the disaster the whole time.
Eddie can tell himself that he couldn’t have known as many times as he likes, but it doesn’t stop the guilt from festering.)
“Bobby has dinner ready,” he says instead, and it means can you eat? but also will company help?
Buck’s expression flickers—indecision. He opens his mouth, starts a half-formed answer, but when the blare of the alarm interrupts them, the expression on his face… Eddie doesn’t think he’s misreading it as relief.
***
Calls keep them out most of the night. It’s a good thing, probably, because Eddie never sleeps deeply enough to dream. And maybe it’s not restful, but he’s not waking up choking on fear and despair, reliving those agonising seconds when he thought Chris was dead, when he realised that Buck had almost died too, so—it’s better, not dreaming.
He’s not sure that Buck sleeps at all. His phone lights up his face in the bunk room, deepening already too-deep shadows under his eyes. Around three a.m., he starts to doze off in the truck on the way back from a call, but pulls himself back from the edge just before sleep can take hold, bleary and confused in the dim interior of the cab. They’re all tired by that point and nobody comments on it, but Eddie nudges Buck’s ankle with his boot, a hidden you good? that gets him a grimace of a smile in return.
It’s probably meant to be more convincing than it is.
***
Buck comes over the next morning and just—doesn’t leave. Not after lunch, when he’s falling asleep at the table and Eddie says, “Come on, come lie down,” and they end up napping in the bed together. (Because the living room is too bright, because the couch isn’t comfortable, because, because, because.) And not after dinner either, when he looks toward the door with this indecipherably painful look on his face and Eddie blurts, “Stay.”
Please. Please stay.
So Buck stays.
They tuck Christopher into bed together, and Buck sits on the floor, leaning against Eddie’s legs, while the words of a bedtime story wash over them all like a trance. Eddie thinks that if only they could bottle this moment, stain it in glass or etch it in stone, live in it forever, then everything would be okay. Here, with Buck and Chris, with both of them alive and okay (mostly okay), Eddie can almost believe that they’ll all sleep well tonight.
But the last page has to turn eventually. And then the movie he and Buck fall into watching is over too, and the kitchen is cleaner than it has been in days, and then—
They go to sleep separately this time, Buck on the couch and Eddie in his bed, but Eddie sleeps fitfully and wakes abruptly just before two with his heart in his throat, every sense on alert. A noise, he thinks, some kind of movement in the other room. He sits up, listening, but it’s quiet now.
Eddie gets up anyway, cracking open Christopher’s door to check on him, breathing a silent sigh of relief when he finds his son sleeping peacefully. That only leaves one option, then, and he’s not really surprised to find Buck sitting up on the couch instead of sleeping on it. He is hugging one knee to his chest, head bowed as he scrolls through his phone, but he straightens as soon as he hears Eddie.
“Sorry,” guilty, “did I wake you?”
Eddie shakes his head, sinking onto the couch beside him. “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” A second of hesitation, then forging ahead: “Bad dream?”
Buck shrugs. He looks back down at his phone. Researching, Eddie guesses, catching a glimpse of text on the screen. He wonders which natural disaster Buck is up to now.
When no further reply is forthcoming, Eddie shifts slightly, enough that he can press his knee against Buck’s thigh, almost casual. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He thinks the answer is going to be no. It was no after the ladder truck, no when Ali broke up with him, no after the blood clots—no, no, no, because nobody expects Buck to be okay more than himself.
But this time—
“I was okay,” Buck confesses, hushed in the darkness. Was. Not anymore—at least not right now. “I was, I just—“
The call. He doesn’t need to explain.
But Buck does, stumbling through the murky overlap of memory and reality, and Eddie listens. He knows some of it—knows what he has heard through Maddie, through Christopher, from Buck himself—but there are new details too; things Buck either didn’t or couldn’t share before. There are hushed confessions, and some of those are familiar too (“I lost him, Eddie”), but others are new (“I don’t even remember a lot of it—after, I mean, when I was… when I was looking for Chris.” Adding, almost derisive, “I guess that was probably the blood lost.”).
His voice is hoarse with emotion, thick with tears that it is too hard to tell whether he is shedding in the darkness. Maybe that’s what makes it easier to talk about now; not being seen, not feeling so vulnerable.
Or maybe Buck is just beaten down to being so vulnerable he no longer cares.
“That kid yesterday…” Almost a whisper. “When I was under the water, it was like… I was right back there, and it was Chris, and I couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t see through the water, and I just—I had to save him.”
(“I lost him Eddie.”)
(“I was supposed to look out for him.“)
(“And what, you think you failed?”
The answer clear on Buck’s face: yes.)
There is a lump in Eddie’s throat as he listens. Buck’s fingers are clenched tight around his phone, and it would be so easy to reach out, to grasp his hand, to soothe the tension away with a gentle caress of Eddie’s thumb across his knuckles. But Eddie doesn’t know if that is allowed—doesn’t know if that would be too much, too revealing—so he keeps his own hands tight in his lap instead.
“I’m sorry,” Buck says abruptly, ducking his head to wipe at his eyes. “You—you probably don’t want to be reminded of all this.”
There is undeserved guilt in his voice, like he is burdening Eddie by admitting that he is anything less than fine. Like he’s not allowed—or maybe just not allowing himself—to be traumatised by the literal fucking trauma he went through. (One of many in the last twelve months, Eddie’s brain helpfully reminds him.) Like he knows that it was a trauma for Eddie too, knows all the ways it stirs up bad memorise for him—knows him too well, no matter how far Eddie shoves it all down, burying his heart in the sand and hoping the sea doesn’t come back to wash it all away.
Eddie feels like he’s standing on a knife’s edge. He can’t balance forever, he’s going to fall, it’s just a matter of which way—into Buck, into something where they might not be okay but at least they’re not okay together; or over the other edge, into a place that he’ll have to claw his way out of himself. Deep and dark and agonising.
Eddie takes a breath, feels it expand in his chest. Balancing, balancing, balancing.
“Christopher is still having nightmare,” he says; the only confession he can offer. “They’ve been better since he started going to therapy, but…”
Buck looks at him—really looks at him, for the first time since Eddie sat down. There’s that snaking thought again: he knows. He can see it, as obvious as the bruises Eddie hasn’t been trying hard enough to hide.
(There is a war in Eddie’s head. If they see, they’ll know you’re not okay. Doing battle with: If they see, maybe you won’t have to ask for help.)
“He’s—“ An aborted movement, not quite reaching out. Buck clears his throat. “He’s okay though, right?”
You’re okay, right?
Eddie can feel himself teetering. He clenches his hand into a fist, nails biting into his palm where Buck can’t see. Balance, balance, balance.
“Yeah.” Steady. “His therapist says it just takes time.”
(Familiar words. Platitude words. Words Eddie has used himself.
“She just needs some time,” when Chris asked where his mom was.
“It’ll just take some time,” when Chris asked if Buck was going to be okay after they visited him in the hospital with his broken leg.
True words, maybe, but never as comforting as they’re supposed to be.)
“Yeah,” Buck echoes. He looks down at his hands again, idly playing with his phone, popping one corner of the case on and off.
He’s shivering slightly, Eddie realises, and he does reach over this time, confirming the chill of Buck’s skin with gentle fingers on his wrist. “You’re cold.”
A more obvious shiver, as if raised by the words. Buck rubs at his arm, almost sheepish. “A little. It’s fine.”
It’s hard to tell in the darkness, but he’s holding himself like it hurts—like he’s exhausted right down to the bone. Eddie lifts his hand and presses it against Buck’s neck, just to check, but he’s not sick, not running a fever, he’s just tired—exhausted—and a little bit cold. He slept okay when they napped in the afternoon, but the night has undone any good the rest might have done him.
(Any good it did Eddie as well.)
Eddie hasn’t even made the conscious decision before he’s saying, “Come to bed.”
My bed. With me.
There are excuses ready on his tongue. His bed will be more comfortable, warmer. Less lonely.
But after a few seconds hesitation all Buck says is, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
(There was something else Christopher’s therapist said: “Just keep loving him.”
Eddie looks at Buck now and thinks: I can do that. I can always do that.)
Getting into bed together feels more intimate this time, the sheets shifting and settling around them in the darkness. This is all for Buck, Eddie tells himself, but his skin is almost aching with how much he needs (wants) the closeness too. (Aching with how much he won’t (can’t) allow himself to have it.)
Buck falls asleep first, stretched out on his back, head tipped towards Eddie, and Eddie rolls onto his side to face him. The scape on Buck’s cheek has already started to scab over, the skin around it bronzed by a light bruise. It’s mostly hidden in the dark, but Eddie knows that it’s there—knows it the way he knows that Buck will rub at it absently when he’s anxious or caught up in memories, probably drag the healing out twice as long because he can’t leave it alone.
He knows Buck. And he knows that they haven’t really fixed anything tonight, haven’t magically made the trauma go away. Not Buck’s, not Christopher’s, not his own. They’ve barely scratched the surface of any of it.
But Eddie knows something else too: this time, if Buck wakes from a nightmare, he won’t do so alone.
(He knows that if he wakes from a nightmare, he won’t do so alone either.)
“Sleep well,” Eddie whispers, barely a ripple in the darkness, and he hopes, hopes, hopes that they all do.
#Eddie Diaz#Evan Buckley#911 Fox#fic#also thank you so much anon <3#clothes thief Eddie is the favourite thing I've contributed to this fandom tbh#and whlie this is not part of that series#I hope you enjoy!
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Boys Like This
Pairing: y/n x Haechan
Themes: fluff, angst, badboy au
Warnings: swearing, mentions of smoking, mentions of sex, sexual harassment (one drunk guy gets a bit too close)
Words: 18.8k - this was meant to be like 3k max someone save me
Tag list: @honei-n (happy birthday bubs!! ilysm and i’m sorry i’m not there to give you the biggest hug but have this instead) @lebrookestore @ch3nj1 @ridinhyuck @cacaubs @cheonsa1004 @tyongf-sunflower99
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If you’re looking for the personification of the bad boy stereotype, look no further than Lee Donghyuck. His legs were clad in ripped black jeans and on his shoulders always lay his signature black leather jacket. His usually bruised knuckles were adorned with silver rings and the cigarette that hung from his lips all made him look like the typical bad boy out of a cheesy 90s romance film.
As infuriating as the smirk that was constantly plastered on his lips was, and the way he insisted everybody called him ‘Haechan’ instead of Donghyuck, you couldn’t deny that something about him pricked your interest.
Maybe it was something to do with how self assured he was, the confidence he radiated in simply being himself and being in his own skin that made people almost resent him for it. Or maybe it was something to do with how he reminded you of every boy that your mother would warn you about when you were growing up, being told to steer clear of the boys in black, they would be the ones to break your heart. Maybe it was the fact that as soon as anybody new arrives in the area, they’re immediately told to ‘Avoid Haechan, he’s bad news.’ And you weren’t the exception to the rule.
There’s just one problem, you never do what you’re told.
So when you were told to stay away from Haechan, you simply rolled your eyes and kept walking, you weren’t afraid of some bad boy. You’d moved around your entire life, your father’s job meaning you had to be prepared to pack up and travel wherever he needed you to, and, throughout your time you had heard of and come across every kind of character that there was in a high school. A few groups in particular always stuck out to you.
The jocks. Probably the most famous group and likely the first group that comes to anyone’s mind when you talk about high school. Jocks are an elite crowd, often very popular and normally find themselves very important. For them, high school tends to be the best time of their lives, sadly finding that this popularity and fear doesn’t translate to the workplace. Jocks are a large group as well, in fact, they often have so many members that they divide into sub-categories, usually by sport. You have the baseball team, the football team, the soccer team etc. and then these are ordered into a hierarchy apparently based on the importance that each team has to the school when in reality it’s down to how attractive/popular the team captain is.
Splitting off nicely from the jocks come the cheerleaders. Originally part of the same pack but grew in popularity when they adopted mean girls cliché. Therefore, in order to gain more power and dominate the school, they became a separate breed. The Head Cheerleader was guaranteed to be just as popular as she was bitchy, a stereotype that you were fed up of. What if they were actually nice people and felt as though they had to be rude cause that was what the “role” of Head Cheerleader asked of them? What kind of a place would that be? Anyway, getting back to the point, the best thing to do with this group, would be to avoid them entirely.
Then, usually the polar opposite in terms of popularity, come the nerds/geeks. You had never really been sure why this particular group was always picked on. You always thought that being smart and doing well in life was something to brag about, but then, maybe you just had weird opinions. They formed a cluster and stuck with it, whilst also managing to keep themselves to themselves. They sat at the same seats in class, the same table at lunch and never argued back. Despite their deathly awkwardness and shy behaviour, they were usually pretty good people. You just had to be willing to put in the effort to break through their shell.
Next come the artsy kids. This group can, once again, split into sub categories based on Theatre, Art, Dance and Music but that depends on the size of the school. Normally they just come under the umbrella term of the artsy kids. Very easy to pick on but are normally left alone. They’re pretty chill and mostly mind their own business, despite often being slightly obnoxious about the art that they specialise in. You swore that if one person asked you to go and see their one woman show you might punch them. You’re a broke student, why would you pay to put yourself through two hours of pretentious speech? Yeah, the artsy kids weren’t quite your scene.
Honourable mentions go to the stoners, the class clowns, the hipsters, the ‘I was born in the wrong generation’, the gamers and the punks. But there was only one group left worth mentioning.
Finally, the last stereotypical school clique would be the troublemakers, otherwise known as the bad boys and bad girls The commonalities between the two groups tend to include things like, black ripped clothing, silver jewellery, sassy attitudes and bad decisions. They never stray from their crowd, finding other groups too boring and stuck up for their taste. The cheerleaders and jocks attempt to pick on them, but it rarely works out in their favour. Instead of leaving victorious while dropping the mic, they often find themselves running back to their respective groups with their tail in between their legs. They like to either find relationships with their own kind, or play around with various people until they’re bored. Things are never too serious for this group.
So as soon as you arrived, you knew you’d need to find somewhere to fit in. You didn’t really conform to one of the many cliche groups that roamed this new school. You instead thought that people were a mixture of all of them, and shouldn’t be defined by a single personality trait, but that often wasn’t the most popular opinion. In fact, that opinion is why you often found yourself alone, wandering the halls by yourself. Sometimes people pitied you (usually the hipsters or artsy kids who tried to make you “find your passion”) but, to be honest, you didn’t mind it.
Being by yourself meant that you didn’t owe anything to anyone, and it meant that you could turn the school upside down and disappear without regretting a thing. After all, that’s how you left your last three schools.
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You walked through the doors on your first day, to empty folders tucked under your arm as you walked towards the Principle’s office. You had barely made it five steps before some guys in a football jersey stopped you. He moved in front of you, buffing himself up in an attempt to look more impressive. You refused to speak first, instead just raising your eyebrows judgmentally.
‘So what should I call you?’ He purred, looking at you through hooded eyes.
‘You shouldn’t.’ You cut back, already tired of his attempt at flirting. You knew you had “new kid” written all over you and this wasn’t a genuine attempt, but most like rather a “welcome to the school fresher” and you weren’t here for it.
‘Trouble it is.’ The guy flirted, sending you a cheesy wink to which you could only respond with a groan and an eye roll.
‘God could you get anymore cliche? You may want to be a bit more inventive if you wanna impress me.’ With a quick tilt of your head, you turned and stalked past him to the other end of the hall, leaving the poor jock with his mouth hanging slightly open at your reply.
You felt a bit bad turning him down so intensely like that, but you also knew that if you didn’t make a strong first impression, you would be like fresh meat to them. And you didn’t want to go through that again.
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After meeting the Principle, getting his painfully rehearsed welcome speech, then dealing with the three students who called themselves the “Welcome Committee”, you briefly stopped off at your locker to grab the text book that had been left there for you and place your empty folders there. You wouldn’t need them until your classes anyway. You picked up the textbook and grabbed a pad of paper that was conveniently left there for you as well and headed towards your Maths class.
You walked through the door, sighing in defeat as you saw you were one of the last ones to arrive. This meant that all eyes were on you and the teacher stood up and introduced you as the new student.
‘So y/n why don’t you tell the class a little bit about yourself?’ The teacher gave you a wide smile, one that you were sure was meant to reassure you but it honestly just creeped you out slightly.
‘Uhhh, sure. My name’s y/n and I moved here about a month ago.’ You sent the class a quick nod before attempting to move off to head off an empty seat at the back.
‘Ahhh come now y/n, I’m sure there’s more that you can tell us.’ The teacher stopped you in your tracks, as you let out a breath of annoyance.
‘Ok. I’ve never lived anywhere longer than a year, I like coffee and I’m done with this now.’ You quickly moved away before the teacher could stand up and make you continue. You slouched in your seat, crossing your arms and letting out another sigh of frustration.
You had just opened your books and prepared to start listening when the door swung open again. All the heads in the class, including yours, looked to see who would be walking in so late. A boy appeared, his honey skin glowing slightly in the morning sun that reflected off his leather jacket and silver jewellery. He probably couldn’t get more cliche, but he also couldn’t get more beautiful.
‘Haechan, you’re late.’ Your teacher snapped and you looked back at the boy walking through the seats.
So this was Haechan, this was who you had been warned about earlier. You remembered the annoyingly cheery welcome that this group of three had given you, yet this preppy ginger was the only one who spoke. You were sure she was a really lovely person, she was just way too excited about the first day of school to not be annoying. Anyway, she’d told you about the groups at school and made a point to mention this “Haechan”. Her exact words being:
‘Let me save you the trouble, Haechan is the last person you want to get involved with here, in any way. He puts himself as number one and nothing and no one is going to change that. It’s in your best interests to stay away from him.’
And yet, despite your absolutely minimal effort to avoid him, this Haechan was standing at the front of your class, and you couldn’t lie, you were already intrigued.
‘Yeah I’m aware.’ Haechan retaliated, his bored voice bringing you out of your memories and back to reality.
‘Do you feel like apologising?’ The teacher asked, a very forced smile on his face. Haechan turned back towards him, breathing in as if he was thinking before responding with a smile.
‘Not really, no.’ He then turned away and walked towards the back of the classroom. He approached where you were sitting, examined you quickly causing you to frown at his behaviour, before he pulled out the chair next to yours and collapsed into it.
He slouched back into his seat, crossing his arms and staring mindlessly at the front of the class, where the teacher was still sending him the stink eye.
‘Haechan, did you bring your books?’ The teacher asked with the kind of tone that told you he probably already knew the answer.
‘Nope!’ The boy replied, popping the ‘p’ and causing the teacher to obviously roll his eyes.
‘Well, maybe our new student, y/n, would be nice enough to share with you for today?’
It took everything in you not to roll your eyes at his statement. But you still shifted your textbook in between the two of you so that he could see it. Haechan sat up in his chair slightly in surprise, as if he wasn’t expecting you to actually do it.
‘Thank you y/n. Now let’s begin-’ The teacher turned back to the board and began the lesson.
After only about five minutes you realised that you had done this entire topic in your previous school. It had been necessary for you to pass the entrance exam here, so you knew all of this already. You huffed once again in frustration, dropping your pen and leaning back in your chair as you began to pick at your nails. Why would they bother to ask you to know something that they’re just going to teach you as soon as you got here?
You could see Haechan notice and begin to subtly watch your behaviour so you leant forwards to whisper to him.
‘Is there something interesting about me?’
‘That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out.’ Haechan replied, his voice just as soft as yours was and yet you couldn’t resist the shivers that it sent down your spine.
“Well let me know if you find anything?’ You spoke softly, turning away from him to look at the ceiling as he did the same.
‘Haven’t you been told to stay away from me?’ He asked you, not even bothering to look back towards you.
‘Oh yeah, I got that speech. The welcoming committee was quite informative about you and your personality.’ Now that got his attention. His head turned, as he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, examining your features carefully.
‘So...’ He spoke, dragging out the word as he looked at you.
‘So?’ You asked, not sure what he was getting at.
‘Why aren’t you doing as you were told?’ He questioned, leaving you to turn back to him with an amused look on your face.
‘What makes you think I wanna do what they tell me to? They look as though they have the personality of milk.’ You groaned, remembering the fake happiness that radiated off them.
Haechan couldn’t help the chuckle that came up in his throat, unable to believe just how accurate your words were. Nobody in that school would quite be able to admit that that girl wasn’t drop dead boring.
‘Well, you’re a little firecracker aren’t you?’ He smirked at you, causing you to simply raise an eyebrow in reply. ‘I think you’re gonna fit right in with us.’
‘Who says I want to?’ You smirked back, now enjoying the interaction you were having.
‘Do you want to?’ He leant in closer and you could smell the mint of his breath.
‘We’ll see. Don’t want to give away all my secrets so quickly.’ You pulled back, leaving Haechan awkwardly leaning over half of your desk just as the teacher turned back around.
‘Haechan! Not only are you not paying attention but you’re distracting y/n as well. If you’re not going to pay attention you can wait outside until you’re prepared to take this class seriously.’ He snapped, and Haechan turned to you with a surprised look on his face, not expecting you to have set him up like that. He nodded, unable to keep the small smile from his lips and stood, walking swiftly out of the door at the front.
He leaned back in for one second, just to cheekily wave at the teacher who looked as though he was about to explode and it took everything in you to stop yourself from laughing.
A couple more minutes passed before you were bored beyond belief. You were starting to think that getting your only source of entertainment, Haechan, kicked out of class wasn’t the smartest idea you’d ever had. You were halfway through counting the black marks on the ceiling when you heard a very quiet tapping from behind you, You turned around in your chair to see Haechan standing by the floor length window at the back of the classroom. He was on the outside looking in and quickly gestured for you to follow him.
He cracked the window open slightly and leant in, getting just close enough to you to whisper:
‘I’ve played your game, now it’s my turn. Your move y/n, are you gonna live up to your attitude or are you all talk?’
With that he moved away from the window, hiding behind the wall as the teacher turned around again. You didn’t want to get caught sneaking out on your first day, but you also couldn’t stand the idea of letting Haechan win. Somehow the boy was an addictive kind of annoying, no matter how infuriated or annoyed you had gotten, you already wanted more.
You waited for the teacher to turn around and quickly piled up your books, placing them on the shelf under your desk. This was your only class of the day and you were in here the next morning so you weren’t too fussed about leaving them behind.
You began to get up but your eyes suddenly caught sight of blue haired guy sitting a couple of rows ahead of you watching you. He raised his eyebrows in question, as if asking if you were going to go, to which you shrugged and he shrugged himself before turning back around.
You waited until the girl at the front had finished asking her question and, when the teacher turned back to the front to go through the example on the board again, you made your move. You quickly pushed your chair back, relieved when it didn’t make a sound and climbed out of the window. You pulled it gently shut behind you and turned to left, finding yourself face to face with Haechan.
‘Wow, for a minute then I didn’t think you’d have the balls.’ He grinned at you, pulling you out of sight of the class as you began to walk away.
‘Well as you can clearly see, I do. So what now?’ You replied, unable to stop yourself from grinning back.
‘Now we have some fun.’ Haechan said, the smile he sent you this time was the opposite of innocent and it made your heart pump.
This was someone you would enjoy causing trouble with.
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The two of you decided that leaving the school and skiving on the first day was a bit too cliche and unoriginal, so instead you came up with the idea that, no matter what you guys did, it had to be on school grounds.
‘Interesting...’ Haechan mused, the smirk that you were already familiar with gracing his delicate features. ‘So we cause as much chaos as we like, and do what we like, but there’s a much higher risk of getting caught...’
‘Exactly.’ You clarified. ‘But we can leave for lunch though! I want McDonalds.’ You quickly added, Haechan laughing slightly at your expression.
‘Agreed. So we’ll have our fun here, then head to McDonalds for lunch. Tell you what, why don’t we leave a little earlier than the lunch break so that we avoid bumping into the rest of the students?’ Haechan watched as you nodded in agreement.
You allowed your gaze to drift around the unfamiliar halls until your eyes came to rest on the smoke detector on the wall. Suddenly an idea popped into your head. It was stupid, reckless and if you got caught you would be in serious trouble. Sounds ideal.
‘Hey Haechan?’ You began, turning towards him with a grin on your face.
‘Yeah?’ He answered, a grin appearing on his own. He didn’t know what you were planning but he knew it would be interesting.
‘Have you ever set off the fire alarm?’ You asked, raising an eyebrow as his furrowed in thought.
‘Like falsely pulled it? Yeah.’ He admitted, nodding like it was no big deal, but you shook your head.
‘No, not falsely pulled, actually set it off.’ You watched as his jaw dropped slightly and he shook his head. 'Yeah, neither.’ You told him, before looking away. He followed your gaze to see the smoke detector on the wall.
You both turned back to each other.
‘Well...’ Haechan began, a mischievous grin stretching across his face. ‘There’s a first time for everything.’
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The alarm blared through the school as you and Hyuck laughed to yourself as the school emptied.
‘No talking!’ A teacher behind you barked, causing the two of you to roll your eyes in sync. Why you had to walk silently during a fire alarm you would never know. If the school was actually on fire you would be sprinting out of it swearing at the top of your lungs, not walking silently in an orderly fashion.
The two of you had had to find a way to set off the alarm, so you put your heads together. Neither of you had managed to come up with anything that wouldn’t get you caught, and you were about to give up when you noticed the cigarettes in Haechan’s pocket. Now that gave you an idea.
You had lit the cigarette and, with Haechan supporting you from beneath as you sat on his shoulders, managed to stuff it inside the fire alarm. You gently blowed on it, to make sure it was lit and there was smoke coming off it and suddenly the alarm blared throughout the school. You then proceeded to slip off his shoulders, him catching you easily in his arms and you both quickly moved into your respective bathrooms.
You stood by the door and counted to five before opening the bathroom door and leaving again. You’d noticed the men’s bathroom door next to you open and Haechan walked out. The two of you blended seamlessly into the crowd of students as they made their way out to the assembly point.
You had decided to hide in the bathroom for a couple of seconds so that neither of you were spotted underneath the fire alarm. You thought that if they noticed the bad boy and the new girl under the fire alarm that ended up having a cigarette stuck in it, the game would be over before it had even properly begun.
Students poured out of the doors of the school, lining up cleanly and efficiently on the sports pitches. You were standing in sections, divided by years and then each class split into lines. You faced your teacher at the front as they called out student’s names from the register.
‘Here.’ You spoke out as you heard your name, a similar call coming from your partner in crime behind you as his name was called. You turned around to face him. ‘Lee Donghyuck?’ You raised a teasing eyebrow.
‘Yep, that’s my real name.’ He replied, looking down at you.
‘So, can I ask then, why Haechan? Donghyuck’s a nice name.’ You wondered, tilting your head out of curiosity.
Haechan opened his mouth to answer but before he could, a boy who you recognised from your Maths class came up to the two of you.
‘Already corrupting the new kid Hyuck?’ He joked, a large smile on his face.
‘Trust me man, she barely needs corrupting.’ Haechan replied, laughing at his friend. ‘Y/n, this is Jaemin, he’s one of my closest friends.’
Jaemin flashed you a smile that you swore almost blinded you. You shook his outstretched hand and returned his smile with one of your own.
‘I’ve gotta say, I was impressed to see you follow him out of that window y/n. It looks like you’ve got some guts.’ Jaemin spoke, his face showing how he was clearly surprised. ‘And I’m guessing from what happened in Maths that this fire alarm may have something to do with the two of you?’
You and Haechan shared a grin and that small action told Jaemin all he needed to know. Jaemin laughed in disbelief, muttering something about how exciting the rest of the year was going to be if this was how you were acting on the first day. You couldn’t quite hear him though, your attention focused on the way that Haechan studied the features on your face, with such intensity you would think he was never going to see them again.
You spent the time making conversation with Jaemin and Haechan, getting to know the two boys, but your attention was drawn away from them when a fire engine made its way into the school gates. All the conversation surrounding you dwindled to a stop as one student asked what was going on.
‘Since there was no fire drill scheduled for today, we needed to call the fire department to determine what caused the alarm to go off.’ Your teacher explained.
The three of you looked at each other in disbelief, all of you unable to stop yourselves from giggling at the chaos you’d caused. You couldn’t help but think that Jaemin had been right. If this was day one, who knew what adventures this year would bring you? You’d never liked a place so quickly like you had here. Maybe for the first time in your life, you’d found somewhere you could actually see yourself staying.
You didn’t want to let yourself get your hopes up though. You had only been in this city a short while, and your father’s job would always mean that you had to move by this time next year. You couldn’t afford to get comfortable.
The boys watched as the firefighters entered the building, attempting to determine what caused the alarm to go off. It didn’t take long before they emerged with one of them holding a small plastic bag. A bad that you assumed that had the cigarette in. The teachers came into a small circle to have a short conversation before turning back to the waiting students.
The Principle suddenly stepped forward, immediately commanding attention from every student present as he began to speak.
‘This fire alarm was no drill. Nor was it an accident. We have evidence that it was set off on purpose and I seriously suggest that anyone who knows anything about how this happens steps forward. Do not make this any worse for you than it already is.’
With that, he turned, and made his way back into the school. An uneasy silence lay over all the students. You teacher walked back over to your group and spoke to the rest of you there.
‘Since it’s so close to lunch, we’ve decided to let you go early. But-’ They raised their voice as everyone began to move off. ‘This incident will not be taken lightly. To anybody who may have been involved, it is in your best interest to own up to it.’
You noticed their eyes were fixated on Haechan, and how they narrowed slightly. They seemed to fully believe that Haechan was involved with setting off the alarm.
‘They always assume it’s me. Whenever anything happens.’ He whispered into your ear and you nodded in understanding. ‘So... McDonalds?’
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Haechan pulled back into the school grounds after your trip for lunch, Jaemin jumped out of the car and waved at the two of you before heading back into the building. While you and Haechan had a free afternoon, Jaemin didn’t, so, after some begging and bribing on Jaemin’s part, Haechan begrudgingly agreed to drop him off.
You turned back around to Haechan, wondering if you should propose to do something together, or if he was bored of you and had other things he’d rather be doing. However, before you had the chance to make up your mind, Haechan spoke for you.
‘I know where to go now.’ And with that he was off, driving out of the gates and off down the road. You couldn’t help but notice how good of a driver he was, always managing to keep his awareness on the road even when he was talking to you.
Haechan fumbled for something down near his feet, letting out a happy giggle when he found it and pulled out an AUX cord. He offered it to you, telling you to put something on the speakers.
You raised your eyebrows in surprise at his offer, considering he’d adamantly refused to let Jaemin play any of his music on the way to grab lunch, instead choosing to listen to the radio.
‘Already letting me choose the music? Damn, I feel special.’ You teased as Haechan laughed.
‘Just don’t play that song and we’ll be good.’ He looked over for a split second, noticing your offended face and quickly continued. ‘It’s a good song, don’t get me wrong, but all Jaemin plays is girl groups and you reach a limit of how many times you can hear a grown ass boy with blue hair sing Feel Special.’
You looked down at your phone, chuckling to yourself at Haechan’s story. You scrolled through your Spotify to find a good playlist, eventually settling on your driving music one. ‘What You Know’ by ‘Two Door Cinema Club’ started to blare through the speakers.
Haechan nodded, his fingers immediately tapping on the steering wheel in time to the song.
‘Good song!’ He complimented smiling at you as you gasped over-dramatically.
‘Ahhhh, Haechan likes my music taste! I have officially won at life!’ You placed one hand on your heart to emphasise your point as Haechan rolled his eyes, laughing at you. ‘Where are we going by the way?’ You asked, looking out of the window and realising you had no idea where you were. You were still new to the area so you hadn’t got everywhere memorised yet.
‘We’re almost there, don't worry.’ He replied, not giving you an answer in the slightest. You leaned back into your seat, accepting that he wasn’t going to tell you and just listened as Haechan began to sing gently along to the song. You were surprised by his voice, it was soothing and honey-like, the opposite of his image.
You watched him out of the corner of your eye, secretly enjoying listening to his voice more than the music.
---
You were standing behind Haechan in a quiet little coffee shop, looking at everything on the menu. Everything looked so amazing you could feel your mouth watering just from looking at the display cakes.
‘Any idea what you want?’ Haechan asked over his shoulder as you nodded.
‘I’m gonna get the Caramel Frap and a muffin of some kind.’ You replied. ‘What about you?’
‘Doubleshot Vanilla iced Coffee and a brownie. You gonna have coffee in your frap?’ He answered, moving forwards in the line as the person in front of you finished.
‘Always!!!’ You answered in a sing-song voice as Haechan rolled his eyes muttering something about you being as bad as Jaemin.
He stepped up to the counter and gave the cashier a friendly smile.
‘Hi, please can I get one large Caramel Frap with coffee and whip, one large Doubleshot Vanilla iced Coffee, one brownie and-’
‘Whoa what? It’s okay I can pay for myself.’ You interrupted him but he brushed you off.
‘Nah it’s fine, this is on me. And one peanut and banana muffin please?’ He finished the order and your eyes widened at his choice. ‘All the muffins here are good.’ He explained turning back to you.
‘Haechan I-’ You began, slightly in a panic.
‘Y/n, I told you I’m paying.’ He insisted but you continued.
‘Seriously I can’t-’ You stuttered, desperately trying to get your point across.
‘For the last time, y/n I am paying!’ He cut you off again.
‘No! I’m allergic to peanuts...’ You hurriedly told him and watched as his expression morphed into one of utter dread.
‘Oh god.’ He mumbled before turning around and almost throwing himself across the counter in an attempt to correct his order to a white chocolate and raspberry muffin. He turned back to you with the treats in his hand and gave you a sheepish smile. ‘Sorry.’
‘It’s okay, you didn’t know.’ You laughed, looking down at the muffin in your hand that smelt absolutely delicious.
It didn’t take long before your drinks had arrived and Haechan hurried you back into his car, claiming there was one more place he wanted to show you.
---
You were sitting on a bench in a deserted area of the park. Haechan had explained that if you wanted privacy, to come down here as people normally don’t bother to walk this far. He pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket, offering you one which you refused, before lighting his own.
‘It’s always worth it though. The tranquility that you get just from being a little further out.’ He looked sideways at you, tilting his head when he saw your confused expression. ‘What?’
‘Nothing it’s just... Why are you telling me all this? I mean I was told that you were aloof, never telling anyone but a close few details about yourself, keeping everything a mystery and yet here you are. With me, someone you’ve known now for about five hours and so far we’ve skived Maths, set off the fire alarm, brought the fire brigade to school, bought McDonalds, grabbed a coffee, almost killed me and now you’re talking to me about tranquility. You just... It doesn’t seem like something you’d do with someone you just met.’ You admitted, shrugging your shoulders as you finished.
Haechan looked away from you for a second, taking a drag from his cigarette before he faced you again to answer your question.
‘Well, I guess the only thing to say to that is, not all rumours are true. And yes, you have a point, not a lot of people sit and talk about tranquility with someone they just met, but not a lot of people get into trouble worthy of suspension on the first day. And even less of those people are willing to do it with me. Maybe that has something to do with it.’
‘Tell me something, then. Which rumours are true?’ You challenged.
‘Some of them.’ Haechan admitted. ‘I do smoke, I do cause trouble, I did sleep around quite a bit, and yeah, I hurt some people in the process. And also, yes, I didn’t really care that much. But the one thing I never did was lie to anyone or give them the impression that it was ever something more than just one night. That’s why I was “unsympathetic” to anyone. They knew what they were getting into so why is it my fault that they couldn’t handle it?’
Your jaw dropped slightly, not expecting that kind of answer. You mumbled a quick ‘fair point’ and turned your gaze back to the scenery. The river in front of you flowed gently, coursing it’s own way through life, the sun reflected off the constantly moving waves, casting flecks of light to dance across yours and Haechan’s bodies.
‘But I don’t think I’m gonna be doing that again. It makes you feel kinda empty, like you’re searching for something but anytime you come close to possibly having a chance at finding it, you take it away from yourself. Do you see that up there?’ Haechan changed the topic suddenly, pointing to a cliff edge in between the trees. You squinted slightly, trying to get a look at it, but it was difficult to see through the leaves.
‘Yeah, I think so. What’s up there?’ You asked, turning your body towards him as he grinned.
‘Real tranquility. If you ever want to properly get away, that’s where you go.’ He told you and you looked back. ‘From up there you can see the whole city.’
‘But how do you get up there?’ You wondered and Haechan simply winked in response, tapping his nose twice to signal that he wasn’t going to tell you. ‘Will you ever actually tell me anything when I ask?’
‘We’ll see princess, we’ll see.’ Haechan grinned, turning back to the river but at some point having moved closer to you, so close that your legs were almost touching.
Your heart was pounding, yet you weren’t sure if it was from the nickname or the close proximity of the two of, or both. As much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you had a strong suspicion it was the latter.
---
Before you knew it, another month had passed in your new city and you weren’t feeling so much like the obnoxiously new kid. You knew your way around without getting lost, your professors had started to get to know you and stopped treating you like you were made of glass because you were new, and you had a good group of people around you.
Haechan had easily become your closest friend, his constant teasing covered a layer of love that it took him a while to show to you. But once he did, you were constantly smothered by his affections. And if Haechan wasn’t smothering you, then Jaemin would be. Once you got to know him, Jaemin was almost too nice for his own good, his caring and loving nature making him a very easy person to get along with. There was never an awkward moment between the two of you and already, he felt like a friend you’d known for years.
Apart from those two, you had also become friendly with Momo from your sports class, Hyunjin from Chemistry, Siyeon from History and Dino from Music. But none of them really held a candle to how close you were with Haechan.
You found yourself spending most of your time with Haechan, Jaemin often came too but you realised pretty quickly after befriending him that, wherever you were, Haechan would find a way to be there too.
Your friendship hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the school either. In fact, you were surprised by how quickly it had gone around that the two of you were close. The day after you had gone out for a coffee, you had walked into school to be greeted with confused stares and hushed whispers surrounding you everywhere you went.
You did your best to just ignore them, you told yourself you couldn’t care less what people here thought of you, it wasn’t as if you would be here for long anyway. Their whispers and accusations sometimes got to you slightly, but every time you finished your classes and saw Haechan waiting for you with his sunshine smile, you found all your worries melting off you.
You had always met some pretty cool people wherever you went, but you had never met anyone quite like Haechan, nor had you ever expected to. You already knew that he was something you would miss about this town when you inevitably left.
‘Bye Dad!’ You shouted through your house, a similar response coming from his study as you walked out of the front door. Even though you didn’t have class until late morning on a Tuesday, you and Haechan made it a tradition to grab a coffee together before it started.
And as you turned around there he was. Leaning out of the open window of his car grinning at you.
You smiled back in greeting, before climbing into the passenger seat, grabbing that aux cable he had offered you, and setting down as he took off.
Haechan had officially entrusted you with the music, naming you the car DJ much to Jaemin’s discontent. You were often on the receiving end of his whiny complaints about the injustice and unfair treatment he was getting.
Haechan pulled into the street that your favourite bakery was one, parking his car swiftly before you both made you way into the shop. You had arrived a little later than usual due to traffic, so you quickly approached the counter.
You leant forwards, catching the barista’s attention and gave them a smile before telling them your order.
‘Hi! Please can I have one Caramel Frap with coffee, one chocolate chip cookie, one Doubleshot Vanilla Iced coffee and one brownie please?’
The barista nodded, handing you the card machine as you quickly tapped your phone before Haechan could complain. You turned around, expecting to see him watching you in surprise, but instead he was nowhere to be seen.
The barista handed you the cookie and brownie in a bag before they moved to make your coffees as Haechan jogged into the shop.
‘Left my phone in my car.’ He explained before moving towards the counter.
‘Here.’ You said, offering him the bag which held his brownie. ‘Your coffee is on the way.’
Haechan reached for the bag slowly, confusion all over his face as he looked inside it.
‘I got you a Doubleshot Vanilla Iced coffee.’ You informed him, relishing in the way his face lit up with excitement at the mention of his favourite drink.
‘Why- You didn’t have to do this!’ Haechan whined. ‘I’ll pay you back!’
‘No you won’t.’ You said firmly, ignoring his protests. ‘I never paid you back for the first time we got a coffee together so this counts for then. Now we’re even.’
‘How did you know what to get me though?’ Haechan wondered, looking up at the menu.
‘I remembered?’ You offered, laughing at him slightly. ‘Plus you mentioned it to me a couple of days ago that it was your favourite so I thought it was safest to go with that one.’
You head turned towards the counter as your name was called, signalling that your drinks were ready. You walked over to collect them, missing the way Haechan watched you go with the softest smile on his face.
You handed him his drink as the two of you made your way back to his car.
‘Ready for class?’ You asked, groaning slightly at the thought of your history lecture that was looming.
But he didn’t reply, instead just looked at you. You tilted your head in confusion at him, wondering why he wasn’t starting the car.
‘Haechan?’ You asked and something in him seemed to wake up.
‘Hyuck.’ He corrected, turning away from you and beginning to drive away. ‘Call me Hyuck.’
You couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face as you cruised through the streets.
‘Hyuck...’ You repeated to yourself under your breath, unaware of the way that Hyuck’s lips twitched upwards into a smile slightly as you did.
---
For the next two weeks you fully utilised your new privilege, calling him Hyuck at every opportunity you had. You also couldn’t stop yourself because every time you called him Hyuck, he would turn around to look at you with the largest grin on his face. There was no lying that both of you were happy with the rapid speed the two of you were becoming so close you were almost inseparable.
You were lying in your bed on Friday night, your chemistry textbook and worksheets from hours ago lay abandoned on your desk as you stared up at your ceiling. Your final lecture had been cancelled, so you originally planned to come back and try to get some work done. Only, once you started did you realise that your mind was just a fuzzy mess and there was no way you were going to get through it.
Instead you decided to go to sleep, hoping that some rest would help you clear your head and you’d feel more refreshed the next morning. However, your attempt to get an early night for once was disrupted by your mind and body purely refusing to let sleep take you.
You groaned, rolling over on to your side and staring at your clock. The numbers shined brightly in your face, the red 2:08am reflecting off your eyes as you stared at them. Turns out it was Saturday morning.
You were just about to give up and go downstairs to watch something, when you noticed your phone screen suddenly light up. You grabbed your phone and lifted it to your face to see a text sitting on your home screen.
Hyuck: yo
Hyuck: are you awake
You grinned at your phone, texting back a quick reply.
You: yeah
You: couldn’t sleep. why
Hyuck: come outside
You furrowed your eyebrows at that, silently moving to your window and pulling the curtains back. You looked down at your drive and saw Hyuck’s car sitting there with him in the driver’s seat staring up at your window. You made eye contact with him and he nodded towards his empty passenger seat. You held up a finger, asking him to wait a minute, and you shut your curtain again.
You quickly grabbed a pair of shoes and ran out of your bedroom, making sure to grab your keys on your way. You made your way through your house, leaving a quick note for your dad in case he woke up and thought you had disappeared, and slipped as silently as you could out of your front door, jogging down to the car that was waiting for you.
‘God it’s cold out there!’ You exclaimed, rubbing your arms to warm yourself up as you directed the heaters in his car towards you.
Hyuck raised his eyebrows at you, replying sarcastically.
‘Well, maybe if you’d worn more than a thin t shirt in October this wouldn’t be a problem.’
You looked down at what you were wearing, huffing when you realised he was right. Your choice of pyjamas, a t-shirt and jogging bottoms, while comfortable, were not doing much to battle the cold night air. You opened the door to run back inside and grab a jumper but Hyuck stopped you.
‘Don’t worry, I had a feeling you would do this, so I came prepared.’ He leaned backwards, reaching into his back seat and pulled out a hoodie of his before dropping it into your lap. ‘Here, wear this.’ He told you, quickly turning his attention back to his car as he got it started.
You looked down at the hoodie in your lap, unable to stop yourself from smiling slightly, and you whispered a quick thanks. You pulled it over your head, allowing yourself to be submerged in the soft fabric. The first thing you noticed was Hyuck scent taking over your being. You were surrounded by him and it was much more comforting than you were expecting.
Unknown to you, Hyuck found himself unable to take his eyes off you. Seeing you in his hoodie made his heart beat a lot faster than he was willing to admit, and, if he was being honest, he didn’t want you to ever take it off.
Hyuck began to drive and you found yourself automatically reaching for the aux cable. You decided to play one of your favourite songs that you hadn’t heard in a while, and soon ‘(Un)Lost’ by ‘The Maine’ gently filled the car, immediately reinforcing the relaxed atmosphere.
‘You hungry?’ Hyuck asked, and you shrugged slightly.
‘I could go for some ramen to be honest.’ You replied. ‘What’s going to be open at this hour though?’ You looked out of your window and found yourself filled with confusion. ‘Where even are we?’
‘Somewhere I like to come when I can’t sleep.’ He answered you. ‘Also, don’t worry, I know a place to eat.’
You hummed in response, trusting Hyuck’s judgement when it came to food. You had learnt that he always knew the best places. You couldn’t help the feeling of deja vu you were having, flashbacks to the time you and Hyuck first got coffee together and he refused to tell you where you were going, travelled through your head.
You stared out of the window, trying to recognise any of your surroundings, but you were on an empty road with trees on either side of you. If you weren’t with Hyuck you would have been terrified.
Eventually, he began to slow down, and you spotted a neon lit diner to your right. Hyuck drew the car to a halt and you both climbed out. He noticed the slightly nervous look on your face as your eyes darted across the dark woods surrounding you, and held out a hand. You smiled shyly, reaching out for him. The second you felt his hand in yours, you immediately relaxed and allowed Hyuck to pull you towards the diner.
A small bell sounded, signalling your arrival as Hyuck pushed the door open, and a man who you assumed was around mid-twenties appeared from the back. One look at the two of you and his face lit up into the biggest smile.
‘Donghyuck! Welcome back!’ He exclaimed, throwing his arms out to the side for emphasis.
‘Hi Johnny.’ Hyuck laughed, bringing you forwards as the tall male came around the counter to give him a hug. He pulled away from the hug and turned towards you. ‘Johnny, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Johnny, he runs this diner.’
‘Ahhhh, so this is the famous y/n!’ Johnny laughed, turning towards you. ‘It’s nice to finally meet you.’
‘It’s nice to meet you too.’ You replied, slightly taken aback at how nice this guy was.
‘So the usual?’ Johnny asked Hyuck and he nodded in response. ‘Anything for you, y/n?’
‘Surprise me.’ You said, having no idea what this place even offered, and Johnny nodded, his large smile never leaving his face.
‘Oh, Taeil is in the kitchen tonight if you want to say hi.’ Johnny said, turning back to Hyuck. Hyuck’s eyes lit up at the mention of Taeil and he turned to you, telling you he’d be back in a second.
‘Don’t rush, Hyuck.’ You laughed. It was clear from Hyuck’s expression that he hadn’t seen this Taeil in a while.
‘Tell him the order while you’re there?’ Johnny shouted, getting a shout back in reply. Johnny chuckled to himself, offering you a seat by the island and sitting next to you. ‘You know, Donghyuck talks about you a lot when he’s here.’
Your eyes shot up to his, your eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise and he nodded.
‘Yeah, you must mean a lot to him. Not only are you wearing his hoodie and you get to call him Hyuck, but he brought you here. That’s something...’
‘What makes you say that?’ You asked, sending Johnny an appreciative smile as he poured you a glass of water.
‘This is his safe space, the place where he comes whenever he wants to escape. Mainly from other people.’ Johnny gestured around him, and you followed his movements, your eyes resting on the seats, tables and jukeboxes that decorated this place.
‘I don’t get it, why would that make me important to him?’ You asked, looking at Johnny once more.
‘Well, most of the time, when you want to escape from something, you don’t bring the thing you’re running from with you. Donghyuck has never brought anyone here, not even Jaemin, and those two grew up together. So for him to bring you here, you must be something pretty damn special.’
You were speechless by the time Johnny had finished. You had been completely unaware of just how much Hyuck had cared for you. You weren’t even aware of the smile that was stretching across your face until Johnny chuckled.
‘I can see he’s special to you too.’
You looked back at him and nodded.
‘I...’ You swallowed slightly before speaking again. ‘I wasn’t expecting to care for someone this much.’
Johnny lifted up a hand, placing it on your shoulder and squeezing gently. You found the gesture surprisingly reassuring and you sent him a grateful smile.
‘For what it’s worth, you two make a good pair.’ Johnny said. ‘I’m glad he’s found someone he cares for this much.’
At the moment a laughing Donghyuck came bursting back through the kitchen doors, quickly followed by a slightly shorter male who you assumed was Taeil. Taeil looked up and saw you.
‘This is y/n?’ He asked Hyuck, who nodded in confirmation.
You stood up to greet him, placing your water on the counter as you did so.
‘It’s nice to meet you.’
‘You too, I’m Taeil.’ Taeil introduced himself, and you smiled at him.
Hyuck held up two boxes of ramen, the smell making your mouth water.
‘Shall we?’
---
You sat on the hood of Hyuck’s car and looked out over the skyline. The entire city was illuminated, the lights shining through the darkness and creating bright patterns in the night. You were mesmerised by the sight in front of you, the beauty of the twinkling lights demanding your attention.
The two of you were currently at the look out point which Hyuck had pointed out to you the day you had first met. It was a cliff edge that you could drive to, and it was only a couple of minutes away from the diner.
Your trip to the diner has been surprisingly entertaining. It was clear that Johnny and Taeil had known Hyuck and each other for a long time, but they made sure to welcome you and make sure that you felt comfortable. They wanted to know about the previous places you’d been to and any stories of your life or previous schools that you wanted to share. There was never an awkward moment, the three of them being so quick witted with their humour that you were in stitches the entire time. It felt as though you had spent the past half an hour laughing with old friends.
You didn’t know how long it had been since you’d felt an environment like that.
Hyuck was silently watching you, studying the reflection of the city lights in your eyes and wondering what was going through your mind. He eventually forced himself to tear his eyes away from you and back to the scenery in front of him. This view was normally the only that could set his mind at ease no matter what he was feeling, but after today, after seeing you interact so well with the friends he called his family, after seeing how beautiful you looked in his hoodie, how ethereal you were sat on his car in the moonlight... all Hyuck wanted to do was kiss you.
‘I’ve got to say, out of all the places I’ve lived, this is my favourite view.’ You softly broke the silence and Hyuck found his gaze wandering back towards you again.
‘Can I ask you something?’ He asked and you hummed in response. ‘How many places have you lived?’
You turned your head towards his and thought for a second.
‘Honestly... there’s been so many, I don’t think I could tell you the exact number.’ You told him. ‘I’ve moved around since I was a kid, we rarely stayed anywhere longer than one year before we headed to a new city which always seemed to be as far away from the previous one as you could possibly get. My dad’s job requires him to move wherever the company asks him to move, so we’ve never really had a choice. It’s nice, I guess, I get to see all these amazing places and travel so much already, but...’ You trailed off, unsure whether to continue.
‘But?’ Hyuck encouraged, looking at you with nothing but support in his eyes.
‘But it’s hard.’ You admitted. ‘People don’t really see how difficult it is. Everyone sees me as the lucky one, they tell me they wish they could travel like me, and see all the things I’ve seen. Someone even once told me that they wished they could only live in one place for one year before moving on, because then they wouldn’t have to worry about caring for anyone but themselves. Sometimes, for me, it really feels like that. But that it’s a good feeling. I’ve never lived anywhere longer than a year. I’ve even never lived anywhere long enough to call it home. I’ve never had a friendship, or relationship of any kind for that matter, that didn’t end a month after I moved away.’
‘You have your parents though, right?’ Hyuck asked, and you nodded in response.
‘Yeah, I have my dad. My mum, umm, she-’ You paused for a minute to take a breath. ‘She didn’t like the constant moving, she always said she found it too difficult. So, when I was nine, she decided she wasn’t going to move on with us. One night, she packed her bags, walked out the house and never came back. I haven’t seen her since.’ You confessed. You had never told anyone that, yet somehow, it felt safe to tell Hyuck.
‘I’m sorry.’ Hyuck offered and you sent him a smile.
‘It’s okay, it was a really long time ago.’ You tried to reassure him, even though you knew it wasn’t very convincing. ‘Moving like this... it’s a lot more lonely than you think it is.’
Hyuck moved himself slightly closer to you so that you were almost touching. He lifted his hand, and gently tucked your hair behind your ear before cradling your face.
‘You don’t have to be alone here. I’m going to be right beside you.’ He promised, the sincerity in his voice scaring you slightly. You knew that he meant it with every fibre of his being.
You didn’t know who leaned in first, nor did you care, but, either way, the two of you began to lean in. Your lips were almost touching when you stopped. Hyuck, noticing your movements, stopped immediately as well, his lips so close that his breath was gently fanning your face.
‘I’m leaving at the end of this year.’ You whispered, not moving away from him.
‘So we have two thirds of it left.’ Hyuck argued, his thumb gently stroking your face.
‘I’ll break your heart.’ Your voice was even softer than before, wavering slightly with emotion as your eyes fluttered shut.
‘It’ll be worth it.’ Hyuck whispered back, before you allowed him to finally close the distance.
He pressed his lips to yours, it was sweet, innocent and everything that a first kiss should be. You lifted up your hand to rest them on his wrists as he pulled away. He moved his hands away from your face and brought them down to your waist, pulling you closer and you wound yours around his neck.
You leant in again, this time kissing him with more passion. You were so overwhelmed with how much Hyuck cared for you, and how much you cared for him that all you wanted to do was show him, and this was the only way you knew you. Neither of you said it, but you both knew this was the start of your relationship, a secret kiss in a hidden place, with only the stars in the sky as your witnesses. And, honestly, it couldn’t be more perfect.
---
You closed the front door as quietly as you could, wincing as the lock audibly clicked into place. You briefly stopped to grab the note you had written for your dad before leaving and scrunched it up into a little ball before throwing it away. You then began to make your way through your house, tiptoeing silently past your dad’s room before making it into the safety of your own.
You fell into bed, pulling the covers up and smiling happily into them. No one had ever made you feel this way, and you couldn’t imagine ever feeling this way about anyone else.
There was something about Hyuck that made you want to just do things. Not in a “throw caution to the wind and cause chaos” kind of way, but in a motivational kind of way. He made you want to work harder, to fight for what you want, to always give people a chance to see the real them, to say yes more.
You couldn’t imagine what your life would be like if you hadn’t followed him out of the window on the first day. And if you could do it all again, you knew, you wouldn’t change a thing. You pulled the sleeves of Hyuck’s hoodie down over your fingers as you found yourself, once again, comforted by his scent.
It was only then that you realised you had forgotten to give it back, quickly reaching for your phone to text him.
You: i still have your hoodie
Hyuck: keep it for now
Hyuck: you can give it back to me at school on monday
Hyuck: or you can wear it
Hyuck: actually no
Hyuck: please wear it
You: i promise
You: night hyuck x
Hyuck: night
Hyuck: sleep well <3
---
You had kept your promise to Hyuck, wearing his hoodie into school and you were blown away by the amount of attention it had gathered. You would have thought that people would have more interesting things to talk about, but the main conversation topic in the corridors for the past week, was yours and Hyuck’s relationship.
Today was the Wednesday of the week after that Monday. You had a single lecture in the afternoon, while Hyuck was stuck in school until the end of the day. You had never been happier to hear the bell ring, signalling your escape from the most painfully boring Chemistry lecture of your life. You exited the classroom, laughing with Hyunjin as you complained about the hell you had just been put through.
He waved you a friendly goodbye, one which you returned before you walked towards your locker. You placed your books inside it and closed the door, making sure to lock it shut. You turned around, almost jumping out of your skin when you spotted three girls waiting for you to finish.
‘Can I help you?’ You asked, confused beyond belief as to why they were silently standing by your locker.
The one in the middle spoke first.
‘We just want to look out for you honey. Haechan is bad news, and we don’t want you to get hurt.’
You frowned at them in disbelief, wondering why on earth they were telling you this. You had never even seen any of them around Hyuck before.
‘Yeah, he’s a bad boy for a reason and we’re just worried that you're blinded by his charms. We’ve all fallen for it at some point, and we don’t want you to get manipulated like the rest of us.’ The brunette on the left piped up as you rolled your eyes.
‘Ok, this is very.... weird. Also, it’s not really any of your business, so thanks for your concern, but I’m fine by myself.’ You picked your bag up from the floor, swinging it over your shoulder.
As if a switch had been pressed, the expressions on the girls faces changed in a flash. Gone were the sympathetic looks and wide eyes as judgemental gazes and cocky smirks replaced them.
‘I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re not the golden girl. You’re not the exception to the rule, the one who’s going to be able to change him, so stop trying. You’re not that special. You’re wasting your time and you’re going to end up with a broken heart.’ The one of the right spat, surprising you with her sudden change of tone.
‘She’s right.’ The middle one took charge again. ‘He’s nothing more than a cigarette puffing, selfish asshole. Just remember, we’ll be here when it all goes to shit.’
They began to strut their way down the corridor, leaving a very confused you standing by your locker.
‘Y/n?’ A voice suddenly rang out. You turned towards the sound to see Jaemin coming towards you. ‘What was that all about?’
---
You sat next to Jaemin on a bench at the nearby park. You dragged him down the river to find a deserted area, before sitting down to explain what had happened. Jaemin had insisted that you talk him through it, not wanting you to feel alone.
‘-so they reassured me that it was going to fail, no matter what.’ You finished, staring at the river in front of you.
Jaemin didn’t respond for a minute, just watched you as you finished speaking. Eventually, he broke the silence between the two of you.
‘You know, something that comes with having a reputation like Hyuck’s, is that everyone puts their own spin on it. Everybody likes to come up with new things that he’s done or find a rumour that sounds like him and spread it. He’s been ignoring it for god knows how long, but that doesn’t stop it from happening. I’m not going to tell you how to feel, that’s not my job. However, I am going to tell you this.’
Jaemin readjusted his seating, moving so that he was facing you more. You mimicked him, turning your side towards the water.
‘Hyuck is brave, and self assured, and confident, and cocky, but, just like everybody else, he has his weakness. And for him, it’s love. He’s completely terrified of falling in love. When Hyuck slept around last year, he didn’t do it just cause he wanted sex, or cause it was a confidence boost to get those girls. He did it because he wanted company, because he was lonely. But, he could never let it be for longer than one night because then he was putting himself at risk.’
‘At risk of what?’ You asked, and Jaemin sighed before continuing.
‘Of getting attached, of catching feelings, of being vulnerable, of caring. Hyuck’s afraid of falling in love with someone because, if he does that, then there’s no turning back. He’s at their mercy, and no one will have the power over him that that person does. And that terrifies him.’
You nodded as Jaemin spoke, taking in every detail. When he finished you leaned back on the bench, this time staring up at the clouds as they passed. Jaemin had made a lot of sense and, although you would never admit it, you did understand his fear of being in love.
‘I care about him.’ You began as Jaemin looked back towards you. ‘I care about him a lot. But there’s this part of my brain that’s telling me he’s got a reputation for a reason. That this only has one ending and I’m kidding myself if I think I’m any different from the previous girls.’
‘You’re kidding yourself if you think you’re anything like them.’ Jaemin huffed. ‘And, if you’re going to think like that, if that’s going to dominate your mind, then honestly, you should spare Hyuck the pain. After everything, he deserves to actually have someone who loves him, not someone who doubts him. If you can’t see past his reputation, then it’s not fair to string him along.’
You could tell from Jaemin’s eyes that he meant every word. As soon as he said that, it was like a cloud had been lifted, clearing your vision. You leant forward, forcing him to look at you while you spoke truthfully.
‘I’m not going to judge him on his reputation. I don’t want to. I care about him, and that’s all that matters. And I don’t care about what other people think about him, because I know him.’
Jaemin nodded at you, a smile forming on his face.
‘Good.’ He looked down at his watch. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be meeting him at yours tonight?’ He asked, looking back up at you.
You pulled out your phone, checking the time and your eyes widened. You and Jaemin had spoken for a lot longer than you had thought, and at this rate, Hyuck was going to beat you back to your house. You stood up, thanking Jaemin before giving him a quick hug and running home to Hyuck.
---
One takeaway, four movies and three deep conversations later, Hyuck had fallen asleep. You quietly closed your laptop, placing it on the floor as you climbed out of your bed. You picked up the food containers, carrying them downstairs to the kitchen as you cleaned up slightly.
You dropped the takeaway boxes into the bin, before washing your hands. You thought for a second before grabbing two glasses, which you filled up with water and made your way back to your bedroom.
When you arrived, you spent a short amount of time standing in the doorway and just watched Hyuck sleep. He looked so angelic when he slept, all the stress and worries of the day melted off his features. You placed the water next to your side, moving around the bed to place the second one next to him.
You stepped forward, lightly grabbing the blanket and pulling it up to cover him with it. You lifted up a hand, placing it in his hair and you gently stroked it. He let out a contented hum in his sleep and you smiled down at him. You removed your hand, replacing it with your lips for a soft kiss on his temple and then proceeded to stand up and move around to your side of the bed.
You lifted up the covers and climbed in. Hyuck, as if sensing the sudden weight, rolled over, his arm finding its way around your waist before you had even laid down properly. His other one snuck underneath you, unnoticed by you until you lay down and found your head resting on it. Hyuck tightened his grip, pulling you close into his chest as you were surrounded by his embrace.
As much as you loved sleeping in his hoodies, this was by far the better option. You rested one hand on his chest, the other one winding around his waist and you curled up as close to him as you could.
You shut your eyes, letting your mind drift back to the conversation you had with Jaemin earlier, and the unprovoked attack from the girls in the hallway, and, easily, you came to one very solid conclusion.
The girls in the hallway may have been talking about Haechan, the rumours, the past mistakes and the persona, but you knew Donghyuck. You knew the boy that would stay up until 2am watching movies and chatting with you about life because you couldn’t sleep. You knew the boy that pulled you closer to him, even when he was fast asleep. You knew the real Donghyuck, and you were getting very scared that you were falling in love with him.
---
Time started to pass faster and, before you knew it, another month had passed. Your father had met Hyuck officially as your boyfriend and loved him. You had met Hyuck’s parents too, thankfully getting on their good sides even though they weren’t around much. You had managed to convince Hyuck to quit smoking, something that he had found surprisingly easy. Any time you asked how he did it, he’d claim that you were more addictive than any cigarette ever could be and give you a sweet kiss. Hyuck had been the perfect boyfriend to you, caring, fun, teasing and through it all, he still felt like your best friend.
You were preparing to head off and see him today. You grabbed your phone and keys before leaving your room and jogging down the stairs. You landed gently at the bottom and began to head straight for the door when you heard your father’s voice.
‘Y/n? Will you come in here for a minute sweetheart?’
You followed his voice into his study to find his standing by his desk, his phone in his hand.
‘Dad? Is everything okay? I’m meeting Hyuck in like ten minutes so I can’t be long.’ You said, checking your phone for the time.
Your father turned around to face you, leaning backwards so that he was sitting on the desk behind him.
‘Yes of course! Sorry, I’ll try to make it quick. Would you be happy to stay here for a bit longer than normal?’ He asked, getting straight to the point since he knew you had places to be.
‘Like this town?’ You wondered and your father nodded.
‘Yes, right here. In the same town and same house. Would you be okay with staying here for longer?’ You father spoke, this time raising his eyebrows in question.
‘How much longer?’ You asked, remaining suspicious and skeptical so that you didn’t get your hopes up.
‘Well, I’ve been offered a permanent position here, and I accepted it. So as long as you like.’ You jaw dropped at his words, unable to process what he was saying.
‘No more moving?’ You asked him.
‘No more moving.’ He confirmed and you burst out into a happy laugh, running forwards to hug him.
‘Oh my god, Dad that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!’ You gushed, pulling out of the hug to see his smiling face.
‘So you’re happy to stay here?’ He asked and you grinned back at him.
‘I think I’d be okay with that.’
---
You made your way through Hyuck’s house, stopping only to briefly wave at his parents, before arriving at his room. You could hear him talking inside, so you entered as quietly as you could. He turned around as you entered, smiling and coming towards you to place a soft kiss on your cheek before turning his attention back to his phone call. The smile hadn’t left your face since your dad had told you his news, and you couldn’t wait to tell Hyuck.
He walked towards his window while talking, clearly attempting to wrap up the conversation without being overly rude. You approached his desk, chuckling at the piles of papers and discarded assignments that lay on it. Hyuck never was one for keeping things neat. You tilted your head slightly as one piece in particular caught your eye.
You reached for it, pulling it out from the bottom of the pile and scanned the words, your heart sinking as you did. The title as the top stood out the most: “the to-DO list”.
As you read further and further down the page you saw name after name of different girls in the school, and next to them were a short list of pros and cons, and the number of points they were worth. There were even lines though some of the names with ticks next to them, which you could only assume meant that they were checked off.
You recognised Siyeon and Momo’s names, neither of them having a cross through, but you also recognised the names of the “Welcoming Committee”. They were the same girls who cornered you in the corridor to warn you about Hyuck, and you ignored them. All three of their names were on the list, and all three of them had lines through them.
When your eyes reached the bottom of the page, your heart stopped. You forgot how to breath and you felt as though time suddenly stood still. You stared at the final name, the latest addition to the list that had the highest points and a bright red line through it.
Y/n Y/l/n - 150 points
Pros: new kid, gullible, not around for long, won’t stay to cause you trouble
Cons: defensive, needs effort to be worn down, not as easy as previously assumed
You stared at your name, the tears that filled your eyes blurring it slightly, but not making it any less real. This was a game. Hyuck and his friends were playing a game about who could get the most of the girls. You were just a target to him, something to tick off his list. And he had.
You registered Hyuck hanging up the phone and you furiously blinked away your tears.
‘Sorry about that. I was trying to-’ Hyuck stopped talking mid-sentence, his phone falling from his grip in shock when you turned around with the list in your hand. His eyes shot from the paper to you again, but one look at your face told him everything he needed to know.
‘What’s this?’ You whispered, holding up the piece of paper for him to see.
You watched as Hyuck’s jaw dropped and fear and panic took over his features. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly like a fish out of water.
‘What is this?’ You asked again, articulating every word. ‘Please tell me it’s not what I think it is. Tell me that this isn’t some sick game, that- that I’m just some game to you.’
You watched as Hyuck struggled to form a reply, obviously lost for words at what was happening.
‘I swear to god Hyuck, you better tell me the truth right now or I am gonna walk out of that door and I am not coming back.’ You kept your head up, refusing to let him see how affected by this you were more than he already had.
‘Tell me!’ You shouted, your temper flaring as your patience ran thin.
That seemed to finally get through to Hyuck, his eyes snapped towards your face as he stuttered out some weak reply.
‘No- no- no it’s -it’s not what you... No y/n I don’t... I can’t explain it I just-’ Hyuck looked at you, his eyes full of desperation but you couldn’t find it in you to feel sympathy for him.
You let out an empty laugh, one of pure disbelief at your own foolishness. You couldn’t believe that you really thought you were important to him. It’s Lee Donghyuck for Christ’s sake. He has a reputation for a reason. What made you think you were special enough to break that?
You swallowed, lifting your eyes to Hyuck’s once more and realised that you didn’t know a thing about the boy who stood before you. You opened your mouth and, with a shaky voice, you spoke.
‘You know, I was told by so many people that I wasn’t the exception to the rule, I wasn’t the golden girl, I- I wasn’t the one who could change your ways or prove that you were more than just a cigarette puffing, leather jacket wearing, selfish ass hole. But, god... I really hoped I was. And for a minute there, I actually believed it... you actually let me believe it. Maybe that’s why this hurts so much.’
‘Y/n please-’ He began, reaching out for you with one arm but stopped cold at your next words.
‘Save it, Haechan.’ Your use of Haechan instead of Hyuck struck Donghyuck right to his core. You hadn’t called him Haechan in the two months since he’d given you permission to use Hyuck, instead taking pride in the fact that you were close to him to not only call him by his real name, but by his nickname. When you used Haechan, he felt as though someone had picked up a blade of ice and driven it straight into his heart.
He had no idea why this was hurting him so bad. He knew from the moment he walked in and saw that look on your face that something was wrong. He never liked seeing you upset, but watching that door slam behind you, he never would have been able to presume that him being the cause of your upset would have been so heart wrenching.
There’s something about knowing that you’re the reason that the person you love most in the world is crying, that can rip a man’s heart in two. And for the first time in his life, Donghyuck began to experience what heartbreak was like.
---
You ran out of the door, tearing down the streets as fast as the tears were running down your face. You felt small, you felt ridiculous, you felt humiliated, you felt as though you were five years old again. And all you wanted to do was run away.
The irony was impossible to ignore. Your entire life, you had hated moving. Always leaving everyone behind, allowing them to forget you and forcing yourself to forget them. Every city, town or village you had lived in, you had wanted to stay, make friendships that would last a lifetime, fall in love, grow old in the same place you grew up, but you never could. Now for the first time in your life you were finally staying in one place, a place that you were supposed to call home, and yet, you wanted nothing more than to leave it.
---
‘Ok, I’m just going to say it. You’ve done a lot worse to a lot of other girls and you’ve never had this severe of a reaction before. Why now? What’s so special about this one that she’s the reason you’re suddenly experiencing the feeling of guilt?’ Jaemin leaned forwards towards his friend, hoping to finally get a solid answer out of him.
Jaemin had received an SOS text from Donghyuck and immediately moved to meet him at the local bar. He was currently sat across from the aforementioned, watching as his friend had a mini meltdown in front of him. This was the most emotional that Jaemin had seen Donghyuck in a while, and he knew that there was something about you that Donghyuck was refusing to admit.
‘I don’t know, but when I was standing there, looking at her face as these tears began to fall... all I wanted to do was to run up to her and wipe them away. To hold her and reassure her that... that I’m going to be the one to protect her from harm, not cause it, that I’m going to be the one who she’s safe with, the one who provides her comfort, the one who...’ Donghyuck trailed off at the end leaving Jaemin unable to catch what he was saying.
‘Alright, so here’s my next question: Why didn’t you?’ Jaemin raised an eyebrow at Donghyuck’s moping figure as his head shot up.
‘Why didn’t I what?’ Donghyuck questioned, too tired and emotionally worn out to actually think through what he was being asked.
Jaemin rolled his eyes so hard that he thinks he actually saw the one remaining braincell of his that had survived this conversation, the rest of them choosing to jump ship and abandon him.
‘Why didn’t you go elephant hunting? What do you think?! Why didn’t you do all those things you wanted to? Why didn’t you tell her how much she means to you?’
Donghyuck paused for a minute, thinking back to when he saw you standing there, completely vulnerable, with all your walls down for just him to see.
‘I was scared...’ He admitted, looking up at his friend slowly. ‘I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t know what it means to do this kind of stuff and be good at it. What if I told her the truth and she didn’t feel the same? What if I scared her away when I told her how I felt? I was scared that she wouldn’t want anything to do with me if I told her I loved her.’
Jaemin didn’t respond for a second, his mind taking it’s time to wrap around the fact that Donghyuck was in love. He knew that you meant more to Hyuck than he had ever let on, but Jaemin never would have expected for his friend to have fallen in love with you.
‘Donghyuck... I don’t think you’ll lose her if you tell her you love her. But I do think you may lose her if you don’t.’ Jaemin watched Donghyuck’s expression change as the realisation of the reality of Jaemin’s words dawned on him.
‘What do I do Jaemin?’ He asked, begging to know how to get you back.
‘Do what you couldn’t before.’ Jaemin told him. ‘Tell her the truth.’
---
You could feel all eyes on you as you walked through the main gates the following morning. It was the first time you had walked in by yourself, Haechan having insisted on driving you every morning he could, so this seemed to alert people that there was something wrong.
You held your head high and refused to let them see how emotional you were, biting the inside of your cheek anytime you could feel your eyes begin to water slightly. If it were up to you, you would have stayed at home today, choosing instead to drown yourself in chocolate and chick flicks, but, unfortunately, your dad was working from home so you had to come in.
You made your way towards your locker, unable to avoid making eye contact with a couple of people along the way. You accidentally caught eyes with the trio of girls who you had become all too familiar with from their welcome when you arrived and their more recent “friendly” advice by your locker.
‘Aww hun, we tried to warn you...’ They crowded you, one of them stroking your hair and all of them effectively drawing all the attention towards you once more. ‘We wanted to protect you from this...’
You tensed up, irritated and a little creeped out by the unwanted contact.
‘Fuck off!’ You spat, pushing them away from you. They stepped forwards again, obviously trying to paint themselves as your saviours in front of the rest of the school who were watching.
‘Sweetie, we just want to help! We knew this would happen and-’
You cut them off, speaking quietly at them through gritted teeth.
‘You don’t know shit about what happened. Stop pretending like you care about me and go back to whatever it is that you do, and leave me alone.’
With that, just like it had in the hallway, the fake smiles and false pretences melted off the three witches, as they rolled their eyes at you before strutting away. Gossiping just loud enough for you to hear.
‘If she actually thought that relationship was real she’s such an idiot.’
‘I know! I mean, it’s Haechan for crying out loud, is she dumb?’
You screwed your eyes shut, resting your forehead against your locker as everyone else began to disappear from around you. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself and opened your locker. An envelope fell out of it as the door opened, the white paper landing on your feet.
You looked down at it in confusion, bending down to pick it up. You turned it over and examined the messy handwriting on the front. You immediately recognised it at Haechan’s and your eyes flew back to your locker, scanning it to see if he had left anything else. Your gaze focused on a bar of chocolate, which you pulled out and examined.
You nodded in disbelief. Did he really think that a bar of chocolate and a letter would make up for all that happened? When he couldn’t even look you in the face and give it to you himself? You grabbed your books, slamming your locker shut out of anger. If Haechan actually wanted to make amends, he should stop being such a coward and have the courage to face you himself to say whatever he wanted to. You weren’t going to give him an easy way out.
Before you headed to your class you stopped briefly to dump the letter and chocolate in a nearby bin, unaware of Donghyuck’s teary eyes watching you as you did so.
---
You walked into the local bar, exhausted from the long day you had just had and desperate for a drink. The bar was a college bar, but it was famous amongst students to turning a blind eye towards seniors that may not be of legal drinking age yet.
That day, you had found flowers on your desk in History, your favourite coffee waiting for you at lunch and another letter and chocolate bar in your locker by the end of the day. By this point, you were fed up with it. Everyone had been pointing at you and watching you the entire day, trying to figure out what had happened, and these gifts were not helping to keep you away from everyone’s prying eyes.
All you wanted was to just sit at a booth by yourself and think for a minute before walking home. Unfortunately, life in the form of a slightly drunk baseball jock had other plans.
‘Hey there.’ He approached you, getting a bit too close for comfort.
‘Hi.’ You greeted politely, moving away from him slightly, an infuriated sigh falling from your lips when he followed you.
‘Don’t run from me. What do you say that you and I get out of here okay?’ He purred, his face coming closer to yours so that you could smell the alcohol on his breath. You pushed against his chest, the alcohol coursing through his system worsening his balance making him take a few steps back. ‘Feisty... I like that.’ He began to advance again, making you quickly speak up.
‘Okay first of all, I just want to get a drink. Second of all, why would I leave when I’ve just arrived? Third of all, why would I leave with you?’ You turned away from him, rolling your eyes as you did so.
However, the message didn’t seem to go through his thick skull, with him pushing himself right up against you, his hand dangerously low on your back and he whispered into your ear, making your skin crawl.
‘You’ll pay for that later sweetheart.’
‘Hey!’ A different voice cut through and before you could register what was going on, an arm had wound its way around your shoulder and successfully pulled you away from the creep. ‘Back off.’
‘What do you think you’re doing, Na?’ The baseball player asked, his eyes narrowing as he noticed Jaemin pulling you away from him.
‘Spending some time with my friend, now beat it beefcake.’ Jaemin kept one hand on you, moving his arm off your shoulder but staying close so that you were comfortable.
‘Well, get in line I saw her first.’ He leant forwards to grab you again, as if you were some kind of prize that he’d won.
‘She said no.’ Jaemin said calmly, watching as the jock’s face screwed up in frustration as he lunged for you again, hitting Jaemin’s free hand as he reached out to stop the drunk from touching you.
‘That doesn’t matter.’ He began to raise his voice, the alcohol in his system fuelling his idiotic actions.
‘Allow me to explain, and I’ll use small words so you’ll be sure to understand.’ You had to stop yourself from smiling slightly at Jaemin’s words, his sass never failed to make you laugh and the fact that a couple of people in the bar had turned their heads towards the commotion made it even better. There was now an audience to watch as Jaemin obliterated the drunk baseball player in front of you two. ‘No means no. I understand that may be hard for you to understand, having taken so many hits to the head, but welcome to the 21st century you warthog faced buffoon.’
With that he turned away, making sure to keep himself between you and that jerk and guided you towards an empty booth as the jock was escorted out of the bar for uncivil behaviour. He sat down across from you and quickly whipped out his phone asking if you wanted anything.
‘I was originally planning on just getting something that wasn’t too strong but after that little experience I think I’ll take a vodka coke, thanks.’ You breathed, enjoying the safety of the booth that you were sat in.
Jaemin simply nodded, tapping away on his phone before putting it back into his pocket.
‘What do I owe you?’ You asked, reaching for your own phone so that you could pull up your mobile banking but Jaemin shook his head.
‘Why don’t you just get the next round?’ He proposed and you nodded in agreement.
‘Sounds fair.’ You trailed off after that, silence falling over the two of you as you tried to figure out what to say.
‘Thank you...’ You began. ‘For stepping in like that, he wasn’t backing down and I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here.’ You were a little shaken up by it. Guys, especially drunk guys, had a tendency to be a bit gross and over comfortable but none of them had pursued and threatened you the way that guys had today.
‘Don’t mention it. He’s kinda famous for doing that kind of stuff, unfortunately people have just come to accept it. It’s fucked up.’ Jaemin chuckled. ‘People can get so used to seeing someone harass a woman that they begin to turn a blind eye.’
‘Yeah...’ You trailed off again, not sure how to respond.
Your drinks soon arrived, a waitress placing them down on the table in front of you. You reached out and grabbed the glass with your drink in as Jaemin picked up his. He lifted it to his lips and took a sip as you mirrored his actions with your own.
‘If you were meaning to catch Hyuck, he just left.’ Jaemin said suddenly, and you sent him a tight smile.
‘I wasn’t so don’t worry about it.’ You replied quickly, praying that this wouldn’t be the entirety of your conversation.
‘He misses you, you know?’ Jaemin continued softly, watching your face for any kind of reaction as you sighed.
‘Does he now?’ You muttered, staring into the dark brown drink in your hands.
‘Yes, y/n, he does.’ The certainty and clear frustration in Jaemin’s voice made you lift your eyes up to stare at him. ‘I’ve known Hyuck a long time and there’s something about you that’s stopped him in his tracks. He cares for you.’
‘He’ll move on. He always does, doesn't he? Soon he’ll stop wasting his money on the flowers or food and find his next girl to conquer. Don’t get mad at me for figuring out what was going on before he got the chance to pull the rug out from underneath my feet.’ You argued, slightly fed up that this was the only thing you could take about. You and Jaemin had always got along well so it upset and infuriated you that you had lost that relationship too.
Then Jaemin spoke again, this time the words that fell from his lips hitting you like a truck.
'Look, the list was never Hyuck’s idea to begin with, in fact he was really against it. The day you found it was the same day where he called our group to let them know that he was burning it, “it can only cause pain” were his words. The names that were crossed, weren’t crossed off by him. This old friend of ours, someone who we don’t speak to anymore after this, he heard about your relationship and gave Hyuck the list when he came back into town. Hyuck never wanted it, he never even looked at it once since he was given it, and he certainly didn’t care about it or use you just to cross your name off it. And the fact that you think that... y/n it’s killing him.’ He leant forwards as you averted your gaze, and forced you to look him in the eyes again. ‘Y/n, I've seen him work very hard to get girls and I've seen him work very hard to get rid of girls. I've never seen him work this hard to keep one around.’
And with that Jaemin stood, leaving the drink he barely touched sitting on the surface in front of you. You stared at it, not bothering to watch the boy leave as his last words swirled around in your head.
‘I’ve never seen him work this hard to keep one around.’
---
You stepped outside, shutting your front door behind you. You had arrived home from the bar to an empty house and having not felt like cooking, you decided to get a takeout. However, the one place you were really craving was only doing pickup so you had to walk there to order and get it. You pushed on the door, checking it was locked and then turned around, only to stop dead in your tracks when you found yourself face to face with Haechan.
The two of you just stared at each other, you refusing to speak first and, even though Haechan had practiced what he was going to say about a million times on the way over, all words had now left his mind. Eventually you just gave him a tight lipped smile and a nod and made to walk past him.
‘Wait! Y/n wait, please!’ Haechan called out and you slowed to a stop, lifting your eyes up to look at him once more. ‘I, um... I owe you an explanation.’
‘Really Haechan, you don’t have to it's pretty clear what was going on. It’s chill, we’re done and that’s fine. I’m just gonna do my thing and move on like I’d always planned and-’ You shrugged before getting cut off.
‘For the love of god y/n, would you please stop acting like everything’s fine and start dealing with your crap!’ Haechan snapped, causing you to look at him in shock. ‘Look, I’m sorry I snapped but... God, you don’t have to always pretend like it isn’t a big deal. You’re allowed to be upset about things. I hurt you, I know I did. You trusted me, confided in me, cared for me and I threw it all away, and it’s okay to be hurt by that. I’m not saying that I want you to feel hurt, obviously, but... not every has to mean nothing to you.’ Haechan was pretty much mumbling by the end of it, furious with himself for shouting at you when he was here to apologise.
‘Nothing? You think what happened meant nothing to me?’ You asked in disbelief. ‘Hyuck, when I saw that list, it was like everything I had ever thought, every reason I had ever had for keeping my walls up was proved true. I know it may seem like a small deal to some people, but it isn’t to me. It isn’t, okay? You lied to me, manipulated me for weeks, months even, and I feel like such an idiot. And don’t you dare think for one second that you mean nothing to me because the reason it hurt so much is because it was you. Nobody else has the power to hurt me and heal me like you do. And I keep my guard up, I keep my walls up, even when I’m upset, especially when I’m upset, because I don’t want someone to know what power they have over me. Because... if they see how much I care about them, how much I love them, what’s stopping them from using that against me? Once someone knows about it, I don’t have control over it anymore. Once someone knows about it, my heart is completely in the hands of, and at the mercy of, the person I love.’ You ranted, the tears in your eyes gathering rapidly as you tried with everything you could to blink them away. You never told people the truth about how you felt, scared about how they would react to the real you. In fact, telling Hyuck this was terrifying.
Hyuck stared at you with wide eyes, his expression, for once, was unreadable.
‘Love?’ He asked, hope reaching out across his face as you finally managed to get a read on him.
You swallowed, the fear that you had previously been trying to explain began to bubble up as you forced it back down.
‘Yes Hyuck, love...’
‘You’re calling me Hyuck...’ He pointed out, his voice just as soft as yours.
‘I guess I am.’
‘Do you love me?’
Your eyes shot up at his question, leaving their previous view of the tarmac of your drive and instead settling on Donghyuck’s brown eyes, ones that were currently glistening with tears.
‘Does it matter?’ You whispered. ‘It’s not going to change anything. It all still happened.’
‘But it didn’t! Well, it did, but I never wanted it to happen in the first place. I never wanted anything to do with that stupid list! I told him it would only hurt people and now I’ve gone and hurt the one person that I truly love and it’s not fair!’ Your eyes widened at his words, unable to process that fact that he just said love. Hyuck began to wind his hands through his hair as he continued his angry rant that wasn’t really directed at you but rather anyone who would listen. ‘I burnt it. I burnt the fucking list but it was too late and now it’s all a mess and it’s my fault cause I should have burnt it when I first got it. I never even scratched a name off, I’ve only spent time with you this year and I only ever wanted to and I want only you now and I’m not making sense anymore and-’
‘Hyuck!’ You interrupted, stopping him mid rant as his words began to turn to nonsense. His innocent doe eyes looked into yours and you refused to break eye contact. ‘Love?’ You asked, repeating Hyuck’s question from before.
You wanted as his demeanour completely changed. He forced some air into his lungs, dropping his shoulders as he took a deep breath. He lifted his head and locked eyes with you for the thousandth time that night, yet this felt very different. There was something in his gaze that held you captive, even if you had wanted to look away, you wouldn’t have been able to. Your eyes never left his, even as he began to speak and you saw the truth in his words through his sincere expression.
‘I’m not good at this. This kind of moment, this conversation where I admit how I’ve been feeling this entire time. I’m good with music, I’m good with food, I’m good with jokes and making people laugh, but... I’m really bad when it comes to looking someone in the eye and telling them how I feel. Especially if that means letting my walls down. I’m not here to tell you that I’m falling in love with you. I’m here to tell you that... I’ve already fallen. And I was terrified of falling for you, because it was so easy. The way you always remember my coffee order, or the way you drape a blanket over me when I fall asleep on the sofa, or the way that you made me care more about my life, about who I am and how I impact others. Loving you was so easy and that’s why it was so god damn terrifying. Because I couldn’t stop myself. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop myself from being in love with you. I am utterly, hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you. More than you’ll ever know. And for the first time in my life, that doesn’t sound so scary.’
By this point, the tears that had been previously threatening to fall were now steadily making their way down his face. You knew that you looked no better, your vision was blurry and your throat was tight. He refused to look away from you, not even to wipe the tears from his face, instead, he kept talking.
‘And I know that this doesn’t change anything. You’re still leaving at the end of this year, but that’s just over seven months away. And, even though I know how it’s going to end, I want those seven months with you. I do. I want them more than anything. And I will do anything it takes to earn your trust back.’
There wasn’t a single speck of doubt in your body that Hyuck was telling the truth. This wasn’t Haechan speaking, this was Donghyuck, vulnerable, emotional and broken Donghyuck talking to you from his heart, begging for your forgiveness and understanding. You found it impossible to tear your gaze away from him, your eyes glued to his as you tried to come to a conclusion in your mind.
No matter how many times the irrational part of your brain tried to convince you this was all a trick, some elaborate scheme that will end up with you getting your heart broken, you couldn’t hear it. It was outweighed by the sheer volume of every atom, every fibre of your being screaming out for the boy you loved, for Donghyuck.
‘Hyuck, I love you... But I don’t want you to have only seven months with me.’ You began. Donghyuck’s face quickly fell, as if accepting defeat and he sadly nodded. ‘I want you to have more than that. And I know that it doesn’t seem possible, because I’m moving, but, what if I wasn’t...’ You trailed off as Hyuck’s eyes filled with hope.
‘What are you saying?’ He asked, his lips twitching as he fought back a grin. He had never wanted anything more than he wanted you to be saying what he thought you were saying.
‘I’m saying, my dad got offered a permanent position here, and he took it. I’m not moving. I’m staying here, in the only place on earth I want to stay. Because, here, I get to be with you.’ You revealed.
A second passed as the revelation sank in and Donghyuck’s face split into the biggest smile you had ever seen on him. He rushed forwards towards you, his arms making their way around your waist as your bodies crashed into each other. You wound your arms around his neck, dropping your head into his shoulder and feeling him do the same. You breathed in, savouring the feeling of being wrapped in his embrace, the place you had missed so much.
Hyuck eventually lifted his head out of your neck, looking you deep in the eyes before he leant his forehead on yours and breathed out a soft:
‘I’ve missed you.’
You couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face, nor could you stop your reply.
‘I missed you too.’
You pulled your forehead away from his, watching as his gaze flickered down to your lips and back up again, a questioning look in his eyes. You nodded, giving permission and Hyuck wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours.
You could have sworn fireworks went off. You had never understood that saying until that very moment, but right there, you felt an explosion of love that you hadn’t known was possible. You pressed yourself into him as his arms pulled you as close as possible until there wasn’t any space between your bodies.
You both pulled away to catch your breath, yet neither of you moved away from the other at all. You stayed just as close as you had been, with Hyuck’s arms never loosening from around your waist. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing slightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
‘I love you.’ He laughed, provoking a chuckle out of you too.
‘I love you more.’ You replied, grinning up at him as he raised an eyebrow at you.
‘Not possible.’ He answered back, his voice softening as he leant down to kiss you once more.
Hyuck kissed you again, and again, and again. He kissed you throughout the whole night, only stopping to whisper confessions of his love or to attempt to pull you closer to him than you already were. He came with you to pick up some takeout, he also insisted on paying, but even when waiting for the food, he held you tightly in a back hug.
He pulled your legs over his on the sofa at yours as he fed you your takeout while you watched a movie together. And he kept his tight grip on you as you went to sleep, tangled up together like vines, so intertwined that it seemed impossible to pull them apart.
Hyuck never ended up telling you why he held you so tightly that night. In his defence, you never really asked, and, as much as Hyuck allowed himself to be vulnerable and honest around you, this was something that he kept as his own little secret. As his own little confession. Whenever Hyuck was struggling, he just thought back to this night and how amazing it felt to finally have the girl he loved wrapped in his arms, with the knowledge that she will still be there when he wakes up.
He had finally found someone who he loved and would do anything for, and he never wanted to let you go.
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Not even one month later, it was the Winter Formal. The school had decided to put a monumental amount of effort into it, hiring out a local ballroom and turning it into a winter wonderland, complete with fake snow, white trees, gentle lighting and sparkly white silk hanging around the room. You would be lying if you said that your breath wasn’t completely taken away when you walked in.
Yet none of it compared to the feeling of walking in with Hyuck on your arm.
Hyuck had surprised, not only you, but the entire school it seemed when he walked in with a smart suit on, a white flower in the pocket and green tie neatly around his neck. It seemed as though all eyes were on the two of you when you entered the hall, and you were sure that Hyuck’s look was something to do with it.
Of course he disagreed. He insisted that it was all to do with the green gown that you were wearing, claiming the way it hugged your figure in all the right places and the slit in the thigh made you look like a dream. Walking out of your house to meet Hyuck and seeing his jaw literally drop was a major confidence boost. That boy knew how to make you feel good about yourself.
You met your friends at the dance, and not even two minutes after arriving, were immediately pulled onto the dance floor by Jaemin.
‘You guys look good!’ He commented, flashing you his million dollar smile. ‘Probably the best out of everyone here. ’
‘Well we thought it was best to make an impression.’ You shrugged, grinning back at him.
Just as Hyuck opened his mouth to reply, your maths professor walked past, unable to stop himself from commenting.
‘Nice to see you finally put some effort into your appearance Haechan.’
‘Thank you sir. You too!’ Hyuck replied cheekily, before turning back to the two of you with a confused look on his face.
‘Was it just me or was that a little bit weird?’ He asked the two of you.
‘Just a bit, yeah!’ You replied, laughing as Jaemin agreed with you.
The music began to slow down and Jaemin, not wanting to get stuck in the masses of couples who were taking to the dance floor, said a quick goodbye before moving away.
Hyuck gently grabbed your hand with his, wrapping his other hand securely around your waist and pulled you in close to him. You rested your free hand on his shoulder and gently began to sway to the music.
The whole scene felt like something out of a movie. The soft lights were gently shining down on the two of you, making you feel as though you were the only two people there as the atmosphere surrounded you, enclosing you in your own little bubble. You found yourself getting lost in Hyuck’s eyes as the music faded slowly into the background, the sound of your heart beating for the boy in front of you overpowering everything else.
There really was nothing that you wouldn’t do for Hyuck. And, no matter what people told you, no matter what rumours you hear, you knew that you knew him. The real him. Not Haechan, not the bad boy cliche image that he puts up everyday, not everyone else’s perception of him as the kid who didn’t give a damn about anyone or anything. You knew Hyuck for who he truly was, all the good, the bad and the ugly. You had seen him at his highs and his lows, you trusted him with your heart and you knew he would never break it.
After all these years of moving and leaving things behind, you had finally found somewhere you could call home. Only it wasn’t a place. It was a person. And you knew that, as long as he was looking down at you with that much love in his eyes, you wouldn’t need any other home ever again.
Maybe senior year wasn’t just the best year of your life as everybody says it is, but also the beginning of the rest of it.
Roll credits.
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hi there! let's play a game :D tag your moots, and name one special trait about them and why you love it. let's go!
hello !! this sounds SO FUN AKJSDKAJS LET'S GOOOO !!!!
i'm tagging literally all my mutuals including the ones i have never/rarely interacted with so it's super long & under the cut + sorry for the ping!
also it's organised in alphabetical order hehe
@3rdgymbros - your creativity !! AGHHH you always have such great ideas omg, i love seeing your brainrot posts on my dash, they're so inspiring and the way you write is so cool as well!! not to mention you're just all round a very nice person, wishing you a very i hope you get gorou :> HAHA
@abyssheart - GENESIS MY BELOVEDDDDD <3 i love your kindness !! you're always so sweet to me & my works, plus you always offer to hear me out if i need to rant, and that means the entire universe to me !!!!!!!!!!! rmb that i'm always here for you too darling :D also i miss the xiao theme already 😔 /j ILYYYY
@aelatus / @aelbedo - LYRAAAAAAAAAA !! omg we're kinda new moots but also kinda not (???) HAHA EITHER WAY i love your vibes !! you have this rlly calming, peaceful typa personality & aura (??? idk the word 😭) but yes ! and plus you're super friendly and nice and ur blog is so pretty omg ily and it always seems like you rlly care for me in the nicest way possible AHASJKJKS
@almondto-fu - hello sarah !!! omg we're like brand new moots but i've seen you on my friends blogs and you seem like such a nice person omg,,, i can't wait to get to know you more, i hope we get to be friends :D also is this a weird time to say i adore your writing 😭 the xiao ones actually scratch that ALL OF THEM make me go feral i need to go reblog them HAHA ALSO ALSO OMG TYSM FOR REBLOGGING EACH CYNOSURE CHAPTER THATS SO SWEET WTF ILYSM <3
@blisschi - BLISS !! you were my first ever mutual here omg, i love you & thanks for sticking around until now!! thank you for being my friend way back when i was super nervous starting this blog, and i love all your writings they make me so happy :] i love how sweet you are!! your responses to me when we're messaging & even to your anons are always so cute & cheerful omg, it's adorable !!! i hope we stay friends for ages, and i also hope you feel better soon <3
@bluexiao - BLUEEEE :D hi !!! omg first off congrats on almost 2k !!! i'm so super proud of you omg, you've worked super hard for this and you 1 million% deserve it!! i love your compassion hehe,,, which might sound weirdly specific but you've always been very nice to me whenever we interact! PLUS omg you literally offered to help me w the current genshin event which i am Struggling with 😔 HAHAHA speaking of which we need to co op tgt soon!!! i can't wait LOL and ilysm !!!!
@bookuya - BOO!!!!!!!! *cutely types out thesis on reasons why i love you* OK SO YOURE LITERALLY ONE OF MY CLOSEST MUTUALS KJASKDJASKD i love how fun you are !!!! whenever i talk to you the convo goes in all sorts of crazy directions which i absolutely love, and you're so freaking supportive too ?!??!?! not to mention ur a crazy talented writer, i stg almost all your fics are in my 'favourite' tag LMAO 😭 yES ANYWAYS the concepts for your fics + blog is also super adorable ALL THE TIMEEEE pls ‼ now give me a kiss before yumeko hybrid eats you mwah mwah <3 HAHAHA stg i couldn't pick just one trait to choose omg ilysm 🥺💖
@chaoticallychaos - LUCAAA !!! omg i love how multi-talented you are!! pls i adore it when you send me random hcs and stuff in my inbox, they're always so funny & cute like how tf are you so creative KJADSKJADS 😭 OMG not to mention your art skill ?!??!?! it's so good ?!?!? like i remember when you made the animatic of me, and the one of the modern au genshin streamers' room, they were SO COOL AKJSDKJ ily !!
@childeluv - LOVEEE I LITERALLY LOVE YOU AHAHAH <3 ok i admire your determination !! PLS THIS SOUNDS LIKE SUCH A WEIRD THING TO SAY 😭 but im talking abt like how you always accept comfort/emergency requests & write them super fast to help people who need them, youre literally like a superhero SKJDSKJ plus you have so many series ongoing at the same time yet you manage them all, which is so epic omg i stan <3
@constellarations - HIIII !! we're new moots omg and i just wanna say I LOVE YOUR CONTENT !!!! <3 your ideas are always super creative omg and reading your work always makes me smile :DDD here's to hoping we get to become closer, have a lovely day darling <333
@dilucbar - AERI AERI AERI <3333 I LOVE YOU OMGGG YOURE SO FUNNY IN YOUR REPLIES TO MY ASKS AKJSDAKJS 😭😭😭 PLUS I LOVE HOW YOURE JUST SUCH A COOL FRIENDLY PERSON you literally give me yoimiya vibes all fax no printer 🥶🥶🥶 HAHAHA omg plus your writing skill ?!?!? SHEESHHHHH 😩 AHAHA OMG I LOVE YOUR FICS i hope you feel super amazing & better asap!! proposes marriage cutely <3
@eternism - JADE MY DARLING WIFE BELOVED KISSES YOU <3 jade x quill so true <333 HAHAHA youre so nice to me !??!?!? and so chaotic too ?!?!?!?! I LOVE THAT OMG and also we're like married now no take backs HAHAKDKJSDKJ pls your blog is so fun and cute i love interacting with you so much, thank you for being my friend !! let's meet many cats and kittens together in future 😳😳😳 LMAO <333
@favoniuscodex - new mutuals !??!?!? ur blog is super cool and vibey, and i love your humour !! seeing your replies to your asks on my dash is so funny ALSJKDSK i swear 😭 also omg your fics are top tier, i hope diluc comes home for you soon (and that ppl stop asking you abt inheritance) LOL !! also pls stop with the constant xiao angst my heart can't take it /j
@ganyuslily - KNIVES !!! youre so cool omg you have such a badass vibe tbh AHAHA OKOK so i know you like flowers & their symbolism so i googled this and apparently alstroemeria symbolises friendship !! (not sure how accurate this is considering its the internet but you get what im trying to say 😭) SO YES i will now deliver a HUGEEEE bouquet of alstroemeria to you my love i hope you have an awesome day !!! also i forgot to mention i love your fics omg, plus your music taste is WONDERFUL <3
@glazelilyy / @luceyluce - LUCE THE LOML !!! omg in my head i always think of you as like kaeya simp no1 HAHAHA but anyways i love how friendly you are ! your blog is always so chaotic with all your anons causing ww3 HASKJDKJS but you manage to be on all sides at the same time and ALSO send me cute asks ?!?!? bro ur so powerful HAHAHA ily !!! and ur fics are cute asf, keep up the awesome work my love <3
@huataos - LIII i don't think you're active on here anymore T_T honestly i'm sad we didn't get to interact that much, but during the time that we did you were super fun and nice to talk to !! ily, hope you're doing well <3
@kachuuha-deactivated20210720 - cries patchi i miss you 😭 KJKJDSKJS anyways you might not see this but i love how like tranquil you and ur blog are, you have this awesome relaxing vibe which is so cool 🤩 also omg i love your creativity omg royal flush was so GALAXY BRAINED i stg, you deserve the world, i hope youre doing awesome !!
@kaeyalber1ch - HELP MIMI WE'VE NEVER INTERACTED BEFORE BUT YOU SEEM SO COOL !!!!!!!! omg your recent work abt xiao with an s/o who has a lip piercing *screams into the abyss* HAHAHA i love ur writing and hope we get to interact more !!!!!!!
@koriyue - OMG ASDKASJDK HI KITTY I CANT BELIEVE WE'RE MUTUALS KAJSDKJAS 😭😭😭 bestie i love how sweet you are to everyone on your blog omg, i've seen your replies to asks and you genuinely seem so kind !??!?! PLUS CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE YOUR GRAPHICS WTF ur so creative it blows my mind i have no choice but to stan 😌 KEEP UP THE AWESOME WORKKKK !!!
@lilikags - HELLO LILI !!!! we don't interact that often but i wanna say that ur so epic omg !! you're literally the number 1 kamisato ayato simp HAHAHA if mihoyo ever makes him a playable character we will all have you to thank for pushing the ayato agenda <3 LOL anyways ur writing is super cool and nice to read omg, i hope you have a great day !!
@love-impact - omg rosen you were one of my first mutuals here, and i wanna say tysm !!!!! i adore your humongous mind HAHASKJDKJSD as in your talent at worldbuilding !!!!! holy shoot your oc's and shambhala (did i spell that right 😭) are so creative & unique omg, plus it's so amazing to see how you structured an entire archon quest which showcased all the characters and the land, i love it & can't wait to learn more!!! (also hauteclaire x reader when???)
@mika-zuko - MIKAAAA HI !!! omg we've been mutuals for quite a bit now and i wanna say thank you for always reblogging my fics !!!! the adorable comments you leave always make my day 🥺 besides that i think we are both albedo simps hehe (albedo simps r always swag so true) HAHAHA ily & i hope we get to interact more often, you're always super nice and fun !!
@noirkkat - EZ OMG WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN 😭 genuinely not enough words in any language to express how much i love you ☹ honestly you never fail to make me smile when you send me asks, or comment on my fics, or talk to me; you're literally an angel omg there's no one thing that i love abt you specifically,,, i just love you as a whole sm, you're one of my closest mutuals on here and i'm so glad i get to call you my wife friend <3 AHAHA besides that you're also an awesome source of memes LMAOOO and ur blog is so chaotic yet also organised too ??!?! how do you even. also i want you to know that you can rant to me whenever you need, don't feel guilty abt it mmkay? ANYWAYS KISSES YOUR FACE MWAH MWAH IM TAKING YOU ON OUR HONEYMOON RN LET'S GO TO LIYUE <3
@oreoz-unfortunately - OREOZ MY BELOVED <3 literally ilysm you cant even COMPREHEND 😭 i love what a great listener you are !! whenever we're on discord you're also great at replying, we make so many hilarious hcs (like chongyun and xingqiu and FROG LMAOOO) & you help me out whenever i need help w venti characterisation HAHA plus omg you always listen to whatever im brainrotting abt and don't scold me for rambling abt it which makes me super happy :] anyways i will now proceed to hold your hand and we can move into an apartment together (apartment au so true) AHAHA ilysm !!!!!
@shiningbarbara - cassiel!!!!! i haven't interacted w you in ages omg i'm so sorry T_T i hope you're doing well my love <333 you were also one of my early mutuals here, and i remember that time we were messaging each other about vocaloid & our hobbies omg that was so fun. thank you for being such a caring person and also pls teach me your skill with makeup HAHAHA <3
@test-tube - katttt omg ilysm, i love how cool you are omg!! you're so chill even when dealing with hate anons you literally use memes against them AHAHA i love that 😭 not to mention you're so sweet and positive too !!! i love all your themes omg you're so good at making things look aesthetically pleasing 🤩 plus you just have this very nice calm vibe which i stan and wish i could have too HAHA <3
@teyvatdreams - hello dani !! we have never interacted before omg i cannot BELIEVEEE we're mutuals i love ur writing sm HSAKJDSJKD and you seem like such a cute friendly nice person, so i hope we get to be friends + interact more! ily, have a wonderful day my love !!!
@urujiako / @ohmykazuha - JIA ILYSFM AKJKJSDAS THERES NO AMOUNT TO ACCURATELY QUANTIFY HOW MUCH ILY 😭🥺 i love your positivity !! you always make me want to find the wonder in every day, and talking to you never fails to make me smile super happily AAAA ily ily ily !!! you're somehow so responsible that you can manage like 5 million blogs at one go?!??! and you make them all so pretty ??!?! omg i love that, girlboss vibes HAHAHA thank you for trusting me enough to rant to me, i may suck at giving advice but i'll always do my best to listen if you want to ramble about anything again <3 ilysm and i'm always here for you!! also here's a reminder not to overwhelm yourself, okay? >:( if not i'll have to come aggressively hug you to stop you from overworking. ily and you deserve the galaxy on a platter !!!!!!!!
@velionqs - ASUKAAAAAA MY LOVE !!! omg i love you sm, i still rmb how you sent me that xiao gif when i was on hiatus HAKJSDJKSKDJ THAT WAS SO CUTE !! thank you for being so considerate, i appreciate it loads omg <3 i love talking to you sm, and if you go on hiatus i'll miss you but please take your time !! i'll be here waiting for u to get back hehehe kisses from me to you !!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
@xiaophobic - ATLAS MY DARLING BELOVED KISS KISS MWAH MWAH KJASDKJAS ILYSM HUGS YOU AND PROPOSES MARRIAGE CUTELY atlas x quill lovers arc is currently happening guys dw idk anyone named xiao 🙄🙄🙄 LMAOO atlas i love how thoughtful you are !!!!!!!!!! you always send me xiao (what idk who he is,,,,) hcs in my inbox which are SO CUTE like they have no right to be that adorable omg PLUS i send you diluc hcs too !!! but isok ur eloping w me frick diluc he can go drink grape juice or smth idk LMFAOOO anyways, thanks for being a literal comedian & my friend, ily!!!
@yanbub / @yanphobics / @kokomiluvr - YANNNN you are also one of my early-ish mutuals on this blog but idc how long we've been friends bc either way i love your chaotic energy !!!!!! pls every time your spam posts are SO FUNNY for no reason 😭😭😭 i haven't started tears of themis yet but i am manifesting for you to get a vyn card and for marius to go away (???? HASJDJKSD I HOPE THAT WAS RIGHT) anyways also i love ur fics sm ur like the funniest person on the planet can i marry you rn ☹☹☹ actually who cares about marriage instead can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? 'cause i could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now. LMAOOAJKWDKJASKJD IM SO SORRY BUT I ASSOCIATE THAT SONG W YOU NOW YAN PLS HAHAHA ILYSM !!! I HOPE WE GET TO STAY FRIENDS FOR A SUPER LONG TIME AND CRY OVER FREE ENDING TOGETHER 🥺 MWAHHHHH <3
this doubles as a general mutual appreciation post which i've been meaning to make for a while hehe :] genuinely my mutuals & friends here always help make my day a lot better, you all mean so much more to me than you know and tumblr has rlly become a comfort/safe space for me bc of people like you <3 i love you all, thank you for everything - i'm so lucky i get to call you all friends, and i'm so glad i joined tumblr !!!
lots and lots and lots of love,
quill <3
#💌 — love letters !#🎲 — games !#🗺️ — navigation !#pov this is longer than any piece of writing ive ever posted here#LMAOOSKJDSKJD I THINK IT ACTUALLY MIGHT BE#it's okay it's what you all deserve#KISSSSSS okok goodnight#🎀 — q(ueued) !
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calliee aajdhdshkjaksaj it makes ME extra soft seeing your sweet replies🥺🤎
glad to hear everything is going great and your coffee is just right, that reaaally helps to get through the day lol. also happy to hear you'll be able to catch up on sleep and write some more, sounds like a perfect chill weekend💆🏻♀️
what a shame that your coworkers don't comprehend the GREATNESS and WONDERFULNESS of Harry Styles. you just keep on vibing, unbothered, like the queen you are👸🏻💓
i'll patiently wait to see what you've written and to send you my unrequested thoughts on it (which i already know are gonna be just me absolutely losing my mind over it lmao) <3
where i'm at is actually time for bed, so yeah i'll talk to you soo soon, ilysm💕💕💕
kinda excited to see if when i wake up tomorrow i'll find some more smutty asks, we'll see👀
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hey hey heyyyy 💓
hope you had a wonderful start to your weekend darling :) meanwhile, i’m still in bed contemplating when to get up because i’m just too comfy to move #struggle 😭
and tysm for being sooo patient !!! yesterday i felt so guilty for not posting and ashdjjdjk i know there’s really no rush to these stories but idek i can’t help it sometimes ;_; i do plan on releasing a fic tomorrow if all goes well with writing today haha.
oOo no smutty asks unfortunately 😅 i was busy last night so i wasn’t able to do another ✨ thirsty talk ✨ hehe. but maybe next week bc those were super fun and entertaining to do lolol.
(ps: my inbox is always open for smutty asks. i just won’t get to them right away unlike the other day)
but anywaaay, love ya to the moon and back my dear teddy 🧸💗💓💞💖💕💝💘 !!! excited to hear from you again soon :))
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falling.
fwb!sakusa x reader
wc: 1.7k
warning: slight nsfw mention here and there
i tried tried making this as just a drabble, but i think i might have gotten carried away sksksks
tagging cheesecult: @akaashit-baeji @bubbleteaa @yamagucheese @milkandc00kiez @akaashichigo @drainedjaz @haikkeiji @annalyn-annalyn @mlkytobio @sosugasweet @cali-writes-sometimes @simping4ratsumu @shishinoya @ushiwakaa @kxgeyamasmilk @agaassi @hanibuni @cupofkenma @kawanisshi @thiccbokuto @shinsukestan @sufiawrites @wakaitoshi @skyguy-peach @fern-writes-ig @briswriting @airybby @kawaiikraykray @miyuswriting @raevaioli @ouikarwa @hakueishirei
and thank you mom @taeiliee for beta-ing this omg ilysm
you were sat at the corner of the large hall, watching as strangers kissed strangers, brushing their sweating bodies against each other on the dance floor, the smell of alcohol and lust and sin heavy in the air, all this muted by the loud blaring of music, the bass thumping along with your heartbeat, sending vibrations to your skull.
sighing, you swiveled on the chair, before asking the bartender for a drink. you were just going to enjoy one more shot, give your friends a text, and go home, sleep, end the night as dull as it should be.
until this man, whose curly hair framed his face perfectly, two distinct moles just above one of his brows, the scent of fresh laundry and lavender reaching your nose, caught in your periphery, sitting a chair away from you. his mask prevented you from seeing him in full view but just a look at his eyes tells you that he's been through hell just by being in that place.
he only asked for water, took out a handkerchief and wiped the rim of the glass before pulling down his mask to take careful sips. he must've noticed you watching him, so he turned to you.
as silly as it sounds, you hiccuped at having realized how cute this man actually was without the mask. you quickly cover your mouth and, surprisingly, he asks the bartender to get you a glass of water.
"you having fun?" you ask him once your hiccups subsided, apologizing for bothering him. the man who has yet to introduce himself groans, "obviously not. i don't see you having a good time either,"
"this isn't really my type of fun. not at all; i'd rather be at home but..." it's the alcohol, you're going to stupidly put all the blame on the drinks that you've had; on the way his eyes scanned your face; on the way your eyes watched his lips move; on the way his arm brushed against yours once you two decided to get the hell out of that shit-fest.
you thought this was only going to be a cute little encounter with a man who also hated crowds that rescued you and himself, and you were in no way expecting to be ending the night like this–
tipsy and naked, legs spread, back against the wall, nails digging into his smooth back, warm shower water trickling down your body; your breath fogging up the glass, panting with every snap of his hips against yours.
it was a weird way for introductions to be made, but as you both neared your high, he whispers his name in your ear, "say it, call my name, scream,"
and you did.
as you rode out your orgasm with him, the sensation of his name rolling out of your tongue felt more euphoric than what really led to you being unable to stand on your own, knees buckling soon as your feet touched the floor, that he has had to give you and himself a real and decent shower.
when you lay in his bed moments later, his back was turned to face you. no "good night" or "sweet dreams"– you realize you'd preferred it that way, to stick to the reality of what this was: a one night stand. and since it's like that, you guessed that this was the last time you'd be seeing or even be breathing the same air as this man.
so even if he was merely breaths away from you, you knew what you shared with him just now wouldn't shorten the ten thousand miles between you. you knew it was wrong to be feeling this way for a stranger; even so, your clouded thoughts got the best of you.
and you reached out.
"kiyoomi,"
"what? can't sleep?" his voice was a low grumble, the sound muffled by the pillow he was hugging to his chest.
"it's y/n," meanwhile, your voice was barely audible, you were sure it was just another whisper in the wind. but for sakusa kiyoomi, it was louder than the moans and gasps you made that night. "though i don't think that's important," you drawled before succumbing to sleep.
the next day, you wake early and leave him, his bed, and the memories of last night without a word. just as how one night stands should be.
so for the next week, you were confused, angry, for feeling so desperate to see sakusa kiyoomi once again. if only you knew that this was how it was going to be, you would've left your number on a little note; or maybe do the things they would in movies, used your lipstick to write it on his bathroom mirror with hearts and your name in case he didn't hear it.
and your desperation has you coming back to that shit-hole of a party. if only to relive the memories of that one night. you knew the chances of seeing him there again were slim, absentmindedly twirling your glass of vodka in your hand while letting the alcohol slowly numb you.
only to see a familiar set of eyes, and half of a face obscured by a mask beside you.
"thought this wasn't your fun?"
"i could say the same about you, didn't you hate it here?" you place the glass back on the counter, completely turning to sakusa, "wanna get out of here?"
he downed the shot you didn't take, before standing up to leave.
you both hated having to go back to that club. but for some reason, the two of you just indulged in the prospect of meeting each other there, only to be in each other's heat, and for one of you to be left alone in the cold the morning after.
then it was the third, fourth, and soon it was the sixth-night-stand.
you did something you've never done before: that was, pressing your lips against his. there was a surge of boldness in you that you assumed was only from the alcohol, when you didn't know yet that it was already something more addictive and dangerous than that.
you thought the kiss would ruin everything that you had with him–whatever it was–but, it didn't. instead, sakusa kiyoomi responds with a bite to your lower lip, a chaste kiss, a teasing lick, before pulling away to rest his lips to nip at your neck.
for the rest of that night, his movements weren't so rough. from his lips came out your name and his praises, and with those same swollen lips he left behind a burning trail of butterfly kisses on every corner of your body covered by skin he could taste–all this replacing the usual grunts of approval or the loud smack of his palms against your ass.
this time, sakusa's bed wasn't cold nor empty. the first thing he saw as soon as he opened his eyes the next morning was you; cradled in his arms, hickey-filled chest steadily rising and falling with each breath. his calloused fingers brush against your cheek once, and it was too bad that you couldn't see the soft smile he has for you.
after the seventh night, you two began texting. the texting escalated to phone calls. the phone calls turned into meet-ups that you all but wanted to call a date but couldn't because you had no idea just what you were to him, and what he was to you.
"woah, you can do that? don't your wrists hurt?" your eyes widened, almost dropping the ice cream he bought for you after one of his practice games.
"really, omiomi? that how ya flirt with such a pretty lady?" one of his teammates quips from behind you. sakusa glares at the blonde guy who you remember as their setter, and you decide to laugh it off. "don't worry, he doesn't have to do much to have me on my kne–"
sakusa slams a mask to your face to keep you from saying anything more. and then, once he knows the two of you were out of their earshot, his arm wraps around your shoulder to pull you close to him, and he warns by your ear, "that filthy mouth of yours needs a little cleaning tonight,"
to his surprise, you smile up at him, which gives him a hard time concentrating on what you were saying, his quickening pulse echoing in his head making him unable to hear your voice.
it was no longer the sex that you craved from him. it was no longer just sex for him. deep in your heart, you knew what you shared with sakusa–it was making love. and he knows this too. it was a feeling that to him was so familiar yet so distant.
"kiyoomi,"
"y/n,"
"i... i think, i'm already in love with you,"
you were so blinded by the brightness of the emotions you knew you felt with and for him, that you failed to notice he never answered you back, nor did you see the fears and worries that he keeps hidden behind his mask.
after all that build-up, only for sakusa kiyoomi to drop you at the last second. as if nothing happened. as if you were nothing. the meet-ups stopped, your calls were declined, texts left on read.
it's been a month since then, now you were in your bedroom on a friday night, refusing your friends' invites for yet another party downtown. this time, they tell you it was for you to forget. which was dumb, considering that place was where it all started.
"it" meaning... what? it's not even valid to call it a one night stand anymore. a friend with benefits? then again, did you even fit his description of a friend? or were you just another fuck buddy to him? someone he used as an outlet of his sexual frustrations and when he caught on to the feelings you shouldn't have and even you didn't even know why–
you wished forgetting sakusa kiyoomi was as easy as getting rid of the stains on your sheets.
but the tears and pain he's dirtied you with was a mark no bleach or detergent could ever erase.
little did you know, for the past month, sakusa kiyoomi was patiently waiting for you in that same old stool back in the bar, with three words he wished he'd told you sooner.
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu scenario#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x you#sakusa kiyoomi smut#sakusa kiyoomi angst#sakusa angst#sakusa smut
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girly.. ilysm and your writing. can you do daveed taking care of you while you're sick with a stomach bug? i feel like crap rn and need comfort. ty! xoxo ♥️
got carried away w this lowkey 😪 and girl i tried my hand at writing daveed just for u so youd better feel loved (and also pls take care of urself and get well soon!! have some tea n take a nap)
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There was a knock at the apartment door.
"Hey, Y/N? Baby? You home?"
Y/N glanced up from where she lay draped across the couch, brow furrowed as she propped herself up onto her elbows. "Who is it?"
"Who do you think?" Daveed's voice was indignant, and despite herself, she allowed herself a small smile.
"What are you doing here? I told you not to come over. I don’t want you getting sick," she said, shutting her laptop and discarding it on the coffee table beside her. She pulled her blanket tighter around herself.
"Are you gonna let me in or not?" he asked, and she sighed. Fatigue was weighing her down; she'd been trying not to move, as she winced every time she shifted her torso, and she wasn't fond of the feeling that she may throw up if she made any sudden movements. Still, she pried herself off the couch, blanket over her shoulders, and went to open the door for him.
"Come in." Her voice was gruff. Daveed's soft smile turned into a concerned frown the minute he managed to get a good look at her.
"You look like hell, baby." She latched the door behind him, and as soon as she turned back around to face him, his hands were on her, one pulling her toward him softly from the small of her back and the other rising to her forehead as he pressed the back of it to her skin. "Are you okay? D'you have a fever? You should be in bed."
"Hey, woah, I'm not feverish." She held up her hands to stop him, and his frown deepened when she took a step away from him. "It's just a stomach bug. WebMD says I should be fine within a day. Relax."
"Why aren't you resting?" he pressed, following her in as she plugged in her laptop and proceeded to her kitchen. She huffed.
"Seriously? I got up to get the door for you." She scowled when he raised a skeptical eyebrow. "I was on the couch getting some work done, before. I swear."
"No. Uh-uh, you shouldn't be working, right now," he insisted, but she only rolled her eyes, going to grab herself a glass of water. He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder before she could. "Go sit down and let me get you whatever you need, alright?"
"I'm not that sick, D," she mumbled, but he raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"I said, sit down. I'm not here to argue with you." When she opened her mouth to protest, he folded his arms, and she stopped herself short. A moment passed in silence. "Y/N," he warned, his conviction unwavering and his tone commanding.
"Fine," she ultimately replied, albeit grudgingly, and Daveed offered her a small smile.
"Good." As his hand rose to the nape of her neck, he dipped down to kiss her on the forehead before sending her on her way. She scrunched up her nose.
"You can't be kissing me. I'm gonna get you sick."
He ignored her words altogether, and when he continued on as though she hadn't spoken, she retreated to the couch with a huff. "Now, what d'you want? Can I make you some tea?"
"That's alright. I'm nauseous; I don't have the flu."
"Tea's still good for your stomach," he argued, and although Y/N raised a skeptical eyebrow, he didn't seem moved. "Y'know, I'm gonna get you something to drink no matter how much you put up a fight. Just lemme make you some tea."
"I don't really drink tea," she said softly, but Daveed was already rooting through her cupboards.
"You do today. What kind d'you like? Green tea? Lemon?"
"Can't you just get me water?"
"I can do both."
Y/N sighed, resting her head on the arm of the couch as he plugged in her little electric kettle and then proceeded to pull down a glass for her, filling it with water from her refrigerator. "This is so unnecessary."
"Don't care." He came to sit next to her on the couch when he handed her the glass of water, and she murmured a 'thank you.' "You clearly aren't gonna take care of yourself, so someone's gotta."
"I'm taking care of myself just fine," she said softly before taking a sip of her water, and she shrunk back into herself when he gave her a disbelieving look.
"Then why are you still working at 6 PM?" he asked.
"Because — and this may surprise you — I have a job," she answered dryly, her tone almost patronizing, and he rolled his eyes.
"That's no excuse for you doing overtime when you called in sick," he said matter-of-factly. "You should be in bed."
"I'm perfectly fine working on the couch."
"No more work for tonight," he said, and the words held an air of finality. Her eyebrows shot up.
"But—"
"No, Y/N." She frowned when he used her name, tone scolding. (What'd happened to 'baby'?) "Go to bed while I finish making you some tea. I'll meet you there in a second."
"I'm fine here," she said defiantly, and he eyed her dubiously.
"Why'd you rather be here than your bedroom, then? So you can use your computer?"
She shrugged. "Better internet connection?"
"Baby," he sighed, and she frowned at how exasperated he sounded. "Why're you being so stubborn on this, hm? Why can't you just let me take care of you?"
"Because I can take care of myself," she insisted, and when he raised a disbelieving eyebrow, she huffed. "I'm serious! I'm perfectly self-sufficient, alright? Stop treating me like a child."
"I will when you stop acting like one," he said, and Y/N scowled. "Don't play; you know you need to rest. So either get up, go to bed, and I'll meet you there in a few, or I'm gonna carry you to bed right now. Your choice."
She eyed his expression warily, and it was clear he wasn't kidding, and when she pulled her knees into herself where she was curled up at the end of the couch, he gave her a warning look. She huffed. "Fine. But I'm bringing my laptop."
"No, you aren't."
"Daveed!" she protested, "You can't just come in here and decide you're calling the shots, now. If I want to work, I'm going to. I didn't even ask you to come here in the first place."
"You gonna act like you want me gone, then?" he asked skeptically, and she pulled herself off the couch with a deep-seated frown, blanket still draped across her shoulders as she shuffled her feet into her slippers. "'Cause I can go. Just say the word."
"I didn't say I wanted you to leave," she mumbled, not looking back at him. "I just don't like being told what to do. You didn't have to criticize everything I'm up to."
"Don't you tell me I'm being unreasonable," he said, and she stopped, glancing back to where he was walking over to her kitchen. "If you'd just take care of yourself, I could've come spent the evening hanging with you in your room. But at the rate you're going, you're boutta be sick for another couple days, so get to bed."
Y/N was beginning to feel like a scolded child; her gaze was downcast as he watched her expectantly, and eventually, she murmured, "Okay."
"Thanks, babygirl," Daveed replied, and as she shuffled out of the room, he called after her, "I love you."
She hesitated. "Love you, too."
She crawled into bed not even minutes later, and she had to admit how nice it felt to just curl up and relax, not trying to work from home, not trying to keep herself going. Just to rest. She checked her phone for a brief moment, propped herself up on a pillow against the headboard, but she didn't keep scrolling through it long, discarding it on her bedside table minutes before Daveed entered with a steaming mug of tea.
"Careful," he warned her as he handed it to her, and she took it delicately, blowing on its surface as he rounded the bed. He took a seat beside her, pulling back the covers to join her in bed. Y/N took a small sip of her drink.
"Thanks," she said quietly, not meeting his eyes, and Daveed frowned.
"Hey, just for the record—" He rested a hand on her knee where she had it tucked into her chest, and she looked up, "—I wasn't trying to be overbearing, or... controlling, or anything. You worry me sometimes, though."
"I know, baby," she murmured. "Sorry."
"You don't need to apologize." He pulled her closer with an arm around her shoulders, and she burrowed into his side, being careful with her tea. "I'm sorry for making you feel like you did. Just... be gentle with yourself, okay?"
"Okay, D," she whispered as he leaned in to kiss the side of her head. She took another sip of the tea, and she couldn't quite determine whether it was the source of the warmth blossoming in her chest.
"Good," he said, and she turned her head to look up at him with a weak smile. "I don't like seeing you feeling so bad. And definitely not when there's something you can do about it."
"Yeah. Yeah, I know," she muttered into her mug, taking another sip. She was appreciating the tea more than she'd expected to. "But you should go, now. I'm just gonna get you sick if you stay."
"Hang on, I was planning on crashing here with you tonight," he protested, and she gave him a deadpanned stare.
"You're really gonna lecture me on taking care of myself and then expose yourself to illness like this?"
"If I'm going to catch your stomach bug, I've already caught it," he argued, "If I've been exposed to the germs, anyway, so I'm gonna make the best of it."
"That's poor logic."
"D'you want me gone?" He raised an expectant eyebrow, and she gave a halfhearted shrug. "'Cause, if not, I'm staying. No point in fighting me on it."
"Alright," she conceded with a sigh. He smiled as she sipped her drink, and when she put it aside on her table, Daveed hooked a finger under her chin, turning her toward him so he could kiss her softly on the lips. When he pulled back, if only an inch, their heads were pressed against one another, and she said, "Well, now you're definitely getting sick."
"Worth every second." He kissed her again, this time pulling her onto him by her hips. "Now, you can dote on me when I'm bedridden."
"Can't wait," she said, and the wry sarcasm in the words just made him smile. "But thanks for taking care of me, Daveed. Really. I love you."
"I love you, too," he whispered. "Do you need any more blankets? A sweatshirt? Can I make you dinner?"
"I'm too nauseous to eat." She frowned, and he brushed a piece of hair away from her forehead.
"Then let's take a nap," he suggested, and upon seeing the hesitance on her face, he went on, "Don't put up a fight on this one, babygirl. You look real tired. You got something to drink, you don't wanna eat, and now you need sleep."
"Do I really look that bad?" she asked hesitantly, and he cracked a soft grin.
"You still look hot. You're wearing the bedhead and eye bags real well, I swear," he teased, and when she rolled her eyes, he kissed her nose. "I'm just playin'. I still think you look great, but you do look like you've been put through the wringer."
"Wonder why that is," she muttered bitterly, and Daveed sighed.
"Since you look so tired, can I suggest sleeping?" he asked. "Might work. Might make you less exhausted. You might even like it."
"Fine," she agreed softly, and he smiled, kissing her forehead.
"Good."
"But can you stay with me?" she asked, and he raised his eyebrows, surprised. "I just don't want to wake up here alone."
"You really thought I was gonna miss out on taking an extra nap?" he asked indignantly, and she huffed out a light, all but inaudible laugh. "Oh, no, babygirl. It's been a long week. This is as much for me as it is for you."
"Well, I really feel loved," she said sarcastically. When he swept his thumb across the skin of her cheek, eyes crinkling at the corners, adoration shone in his gaze; her words couldn't have too much irony to them.
"Good. 'Cause I love you."
"I love you, too." Though she'd been all but leaning against his chest where she sat in his lap, it was then that she pulled away, shifted herself off of him as she gravitated back to her side of the bed. "You're really gonna stay?"
When she curled into the covers, facing him, she raised her eyebrows, watching him hopefully, and he combed his fingers into her hair where she lay. He lowered himself into bed beside her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close with his hand at the small of her back.
"Absolutely," he whispered. "I'll always be here when you need me."
#send me asks!#daveed diggs fanfic#daveed diggs x reader#daveed diggs#daveed x reader#daveed imagine#daveed fic#daveed diggs imagine#daveed diggs scenario#daveed diggs scenarios#daveed diggs preferences#daveed diggs x reader imagines#abraodwaystateofmind#hzl talks#this is my first time writing for daveed cut me some slack 😓 i dont write rpf oops
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(I haven’t finished it yet so no spoilers but) BABE I’m reading “Project Hail Mary” and I’m at the part where they’re at Adrian trying to collect the Astrophage’s predator and. I’m in LOVE.
There’s SO MANY SCENES I’ve already sent to my ride-and-die because they’re just SO GOOD?????? I’ll dig them out of our convo if you wanna see what got me specifically 😂
Also Ryland and Rocky both have my entire heart, I love them and their interactions SO much.
ROCKY OFFERING RYLAND FUEL SO HE GETS TO GO HOME MY BELOVED
Just. All of it. Also they’re supposed to make it a movie!!!! I believe it’s gonna star Ryan Gosling and I can’t WAIT they did SO good for the Martian so I’m really hopeful for this one too. I need Andy Weir to be personally invested in this movie because I will NOT forgive the producers if he’s not.
But yes I LOVE THE BOOK SO MUCH SO FAR and brb I’m gonna finish it….. I’m 521 pages in, there’s 813 pages total, it’s 11pm and I’m getting over symptoms (just a head cold) but I’ll be damned if I don’t finish it soon.
(Also side note I’m SCREAMING at your comment on “Homeward Bound (To Your Touch)” ilysm!!!!!)
ISNT IT THE BEST THOUGH
But seriously, Project Hail Mary SLAPS. it's so good, it's got great character interactions, Ryland is a classic character with the perfect amount of typical sarcasm... I cannot stress how good this book is.
Also send me a chat message when you get to *the part*. You'll know when you read it.
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