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ncitytexts · 5 years

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Flutter.

SUMMARY: you never knew the reason why your heart always fluttered with the boy you had grown up with all your life.

PAIRING: jeno x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff! neighbor!jeno & bestfriend!jeno; friends to lovers au

WORDS: 2.3k.. like exactly 2.3k

WARNINGS: like. a speck of angst in the middle.

A/N: it kinda follows the american school system bc that’s the ... only school system i know LOL but alSO i usually write only soft hours aaaa but lets start off with my first fic with the one n only ... lee jeno hehe

Ever since you moved into your new neighborhood, only one person pops into your mind: Lee Jeno.

He was there when you first moved in, offering you a cookie his mom baked as you timidly clung on to your dad’s leg.

“Go on, sweetie. He’s going to be your future neighbor!”

Slowly approaching the long-limbed, yet small boy, he quickly took your hand in his and started to shake it. “Hello! My name’s Jeno. What’s your name?”

Little did you know that your encounter with Jeno would turn out to be the first of many, many other ones.

You had just turned six years old, and you were going to start your first day of first grade soon. Your mom insisted that you take the bus, calling it a way to “make new friends”, but being the introvert that you were, it was your worst nightmare. Lightly tugging at your backpack, your mom said, “Come on, sweetheart, you’ll be okay!” You held back tears, and pecked your mom on the cheek before stepping on the bus.

The bus driver gave you a kind smile, but that did nothing to ease your nervousness. You walked down the cramped aisle filled with legs that stuck out and glittery backpacks and looked for lone seats; instead, you spot your neighbor, Jeno. At the same time, he spots you too, and gives you one of his iconic crescent eye smiles.

“Come sit here, Y/N! We can be seat buddies for school!”

“O-o-okay!”

That was the first time Lee Jeno made your heart flutter.

You’re now twelve, but instead of your first day of first grade, it’s your first day of middle school. Jeno not only had found a new group of friends, but also became one of the biggest heartthrobs in the entire school. He had become good looking and was so tall that he towered over you at times. But still, he never forgot to hang out with you. He often came over to your house most nights to play games with you on your older brothers’ game consoles. He always went on ice cream runs with you and your mom, always yelling to his parents that “he’s off to get ice cream with Mrs. Y/L/N again!” Most importantly, he still rode the bus to and from school with you, insisting that he was your “eternal seat buddy”.

However, when you stepped on the bus this morning, he wasn’t there in your usual seats, so you ending up walking to your locker alone in the morning.

“I ... can’t ... get ... this ... stupid ... combi-”

All of a sudden, another pair of hands land on your lock, and you look up to find the one and only, Lee Jeno.

“I’m sorry that I was gone this morning ... what’s your combination? I’m sure I could open it.” Jeno says, while giving you another one of his genuine smiles.

Smiling at his genuine willingness to help, you say, “Trust me, Jeno. I might have a better chance at going to the office instead. My dad literally scribbled it down this morning and it could be passed off as a kid’s handwriting. Plus, what if you’re late for class?”

Jeno lets out a laugh and says, “Don’t worry about my classes! Can you read out the combination for me then?”

“I think it should be 29-10-35,” you hesitantly say, looking down at the crumpled piece of paper in your hands, attempting to decipher your dad’s rushed handwriting. Jeno questioningly looks at you and snatches the paper out of your hands to stick it up to the closest window, as if he believed the sunlight would help him read the messy, loopy handwriting better. Suddenly, he lets out a “Ha!” and hands you back the paper. Jeno turns back to the lock on your locker while whispering, “It’s actually 28,” Click. “19,” Click. “36.” Click.

With one swift motion, he was able to get both the lock in his hands and your locker door wide open. You glance at the nearest clock and it reads 7:58 AM, giving you two minutes before class starts.

“See? I told you I would open it on time. Now, hurry up and get your books! I don’t think all the girls in this school would be fond of you if you were to be late to homeroom with me.” Jeno says with a smirk before holding his hand out to you, ready to sprint to class with you hand-in-hand.

That cocky boy, you thought. Grabbing your textbook and slamming your locker shut, you stuck your lock back on and placed your hand on Jeno’s.

The moment Jeno whisked you away to homeroom with your hand in his is the second time he made your heart flutter.

The ripe age of sixteen has arrived, and your friendship with Jeno has altered in ways that you didn’t expect. For one, Jeno got his license earlier than most kids in the junior class as he had an earlier birthday while your birthday was stuck in the summer, so you weren’t able to get it as quickly. So instead of riding the bus every morning with Jeno, he swore that he would take you to school every morning, which of course, was approved by your parents immediately. Two, junior year was taking a toll on the both of you, so your nightly visits through each other’s windows were shortened to once a week. However, today you had promised Jeno that you would meet him at his house for an AP Biology test study session.

You knocked on his door three times, one time with a pause, proceeded by two quick ones. With this knock, Jeno is sure that you’re the one on the other side of the door, and not another girl from school asking for his number.

“Ah! Y/N! Ready to grind on some bio?”

Looking back up into his eyes, you lose balance, not realizing that you blanked out and didn’t even notice the door opening. You lean forward a little in an attempt to regain your balance, but your knees lock instead. Jeno steadies you by holding onto your waist, and says, “You okay?” You nod almost instantly, cheeks reddening out of embarrassment.

You take off your shoes before entering Jeno’s house and you’re instantly greeted by his mom. “Oh! Y/N! Jeno didn’t tell me you were coming,” she says while wiping off her hands with a towel, “I would’ve made you guys my neighborhood famous cookies!” She winks jokingly and you respond, “Your cookies are just too good, Mrs. Lee. I was all over them when you brought them over last week!” with a smile as Mrs. Lee approaches you for a hug.

“Hey! Don’t think I’ll let you steal her heart from me!”

Before you can give Mrs. Lee a nice “I’m-glad-to-see-you-again” hug, you turn around to find Jeno leaning against the stairs. Realizing he saw the entire encounter, you smirk at him, saying, “And what if I do? Your mom is just so sweet!” You can hear Mrs. Lee laugh behind you as Jeno walks up to the both of you and says, “You’ll have to steal my heart before you can steal my mom’s!”

When Jeno said that, it was the third time he made your heart flutter.

Jeno then takes your hand and says, “Okay, mom, I’m gonna go study upstairs with Y/N. We have our AP Biology test soon and I don’t think you want us getting two’s. Bye! Love you!” Mrs. Lee responds with a “Mhm.” before Jeno leads you back up to his room, with your hand still in his.

Once you step foot into his room, a wave of memories hit you.

“Tsk. Y/N, are you climbing through my window again?”

Midway through his window, you say, “Sorry, I’m home alone again. And I keep hearing weird noises! Jeno, I’m just scared.” Jeno looks up from his school project that’s scattered all over his desk with a glue stick in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other. “So, what do you want me to do? Cut them apart with scissors? Snip snip!”

After you helped Jeno with his Egyptian project for his presentation on Monday, you found the both of you staring at his ceiling, adorned by glow-in-the-dark plastic stars and planets. You began to fall asleep while Jeno was talking, and the last thing you remember is Mrs. Lee whispering to you that “your parents are here to get you”.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? Oh my god, she’s a goner.” Jeno says while vigorously trying to snap his fingers in front of your face. You grab his hand and say, “Stop it, you dork, I need more help on cellular respiration. I can’t remember any of the products again.” Jeno makes a sound in agreement and you feel buzzes coming from your phone in your back pocket.

[2:03 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: hey y/n where are you rn?

[2:03 PM] diane💃🏻: yeah where you at bro? let’s go get ice cream!

[2:03 PM] y/n: oh i’m @ jeno’s rn for ap bio. guys i cannot fail

[2:04 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: WHat YOU’RE AT JENOS

[2:04 PM] diane💃🏻: WAIT DO U MEAN T HE LEE JENO

[2:04 PM] diane💃🏻: BRO WTF GET US HIS NUMBER

[2:04 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: ^^^ agreed!!!!!1

[2:05 PM] y/n: guys i can’t just give y’all his number thats just creepy

[2:05 PM] juuuudy🧚🏻‍♀️: bro wtf.... do u like him or smth?

Before you can type out a reply to Judy’s text, Jeno whisks your phone away from your hands. “Hey! Give me my phone back!” you say, trying to get it from his hands, but his height allows him to keep it held high above his head while he attempts to read the texts that you sent. All of a sudden, he stops resisting you and hands your phone back. Confused, you’re prepared to tease him as to why he gave into you, but you’re interrupted by Jeno saying, “Do you like me?”

Shocked and unable to answer, you were only able to spit out an “I don’t know.” You had never felt this nervous before, as you’ve never thought of it that way. But perhaps, you do have feelings for him. Jeno, clearly confused and also unable to answer, simply says with a straight face, “Let’s just get to work on AP Bio. You said you needed help anyways,” before turning back to his desk.

Instead of a fluttering heart, your heart broke into a million pieces.

But what you didn’t know is that he really had just hoped that you said you liked him.

It’s been two years after he asked if you liked him, and it’s never left your mind. Jeno ended up acting like nothing had happened anyways.

Now, both you and Jeno are eighteen. Your graduation is set to happen tomorrow afternoon, and you’re getting a whole wave of nervousness running throughout your body. Trying on dress after dress, Jeno sits in your room clearly bored and swiping mindlessly on his phone. When you finally find a V-neck dress that’s just the right length and adorned with a floral pattern, you step out of your bathroom to show Jeno.

Noticing that his eyes are still glued to his phone, you say, “Jeno? Hello?” He still doesn’t look up, so you decide to spit out nicknames you knew he wouldn’t like. “Jeno-jaem! Loser! Momma’s boy!” is the three nicknames that finally get his attention.

“Dude, you know I hate that nick-”

Jeno’s mouth gapes open as he looks you up and down. You notice his ears getting slightly red when you say, “So? Is this the dress I should wear?” Stuttering, Jeno replies, “U-u-uh, yeah.” You look at him suspiciously and mumble, “Okay, I guess not then.” As you turn back to the bathroom to change, he quickly grabs your hand and says, “What I meant is that you look beautiful in it. Absolutely stunning in it.”

You can feel yourself blush. His hand is still holding yours, and after a few seconds of silence, you feel yourself suddenly asking the same daring question he asked two years ago.

“Do you like me?”

Expecting a rejection, you let go of his hand and turn back around. However, this time, he pulls your hand back into a tight hug and says, “Maybe I do. And maybe I’ve liked you since the first time I met you.”

It’s finally the day of your graduation, and you’re lucky enough to be sitting next to Jeno. While sitting on white chairs lined up across the stadium’s field, you can feel all eyes on you and Jeno. Ever since last night, Jeno has been close to you, making all the girls around you become filled with instant jealousy and envy.

You look down in your lap and play with your fingers nervously when you hear Jeno say, “Don’t worry about them. I know you think they’re all looking at you, but if it makes you feel better, you’re the only one I’m looking at.” Looking back up into his eyes, you give him the biggest smile accompanied with a blush.

Once the speeches are given and the diplomas are handed out, the principal makes the final, iconic line said at every graduation. Immediately afterwards, the stadium is filled with cheers and yells, as you and Jeno throw your graduation caps up into the air. You both stand up facing each other when he finally makes the bold move to take your face in his hands and connect your plush lips with his.

His simple, yet loving action was the fourth time your heart fluttered for him; except, this time, you know why it was fluttering.

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furgemancs · 6 years

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Ghosts of Christmas

Okay, so I made a small story, which is rare from me XD This is about Buster’s Christmas, some fluff with a hint of sad, enjoy it ^^ Story is under cut, Chris belongs to @the-vampire-inside-me, based on some brainstorming, everyone else is mine.

First thing he heard was the faint, yet familiar voices. Singing a song he didn’t recognize. Then footsteps and excited chatter. The noises made the toon groan, bury his face into the pillow, using his pristine white wings as a shield and tried to sleep a bit more. But neither his ‘barrier’ was enough to avoid the scent, sneaking through the door and twisting his senses. It was so delicious, it already made Alabaster gulp.

With a frown the angel sat up, stretched out his limbs and yawned, wings brushing the walls. Hand scratched on his white tank top. It was already morning, the sun shimmered on the white blanket of snow that covered up the whole city. The sight still made him awe, since this was the first winter of his life. Al stared at the street below, watching people walking by, wondering, then finally decided to find out, why everyone is so noisy. He only put on his pants and slowly left his room.

The sight hit him by surprise. Everyone was already awake and marching around in the apartment, having a rather cheerful behavior. The twins ran around, putting strange, fuzzy ‘scarfs’ all over the furnitures, while singing songs he didn’t know. Natalia was cooking in the kitchen something super delicious, humming along with the kids. Larry tried to position a pine tree in the middle of the saloon. They all were acting weird.

“Ahm… what’s… going on?” Al spoke up, staring at the others with a furrowed brow. The twins stopped in front of him, bouncing on their toes in excitement.

“It’s Christmas, Al!” they stated in unison, which just made the angel more confused.

“Krishdmash? What is it?” asked, his expression just as innocent as the fresh snow. Bing and Bong changed a look with each other, gasping.

“You don’t know what Christmas is?” of course they overdramatized things a bit, as usual when the angel questioned something ‘obvious’. Therefor the toon lowered his head, glancing away embarrassed for being ‘dumb’.

“Boys, don’t forget this will be Al’s first holiday.” Natalia told them as she took off her apron and untied her long hair. She approached the angel and looked upon him, smiling. “Christmas is a holiday about love and family. People gather together to celebrate, have fun, eat delicious food-”

“And give presents!” noted in Bing.

“Yeah, don’t forget the presents. And Santa!” added his twin brother, both giggling. Natalia sighed, rubbing her temples.

“Yeah, those too… Don’t worry, Al, we will show you everything. I think Larry is done with the tree. Come, let’s decorate it.” she took Alabaster’s hand and they went to check on the pine “Oh Larry, this is beautiful. Great choice as always.” she said, making the polar bear blush and puff out his chest in pride.

“Why we install a dead tree in the saloon? And why we have to decorate it?” Al had so many questions in his mind, and with each action the others did, it just increased.

“It’s a tradition.” told him Larry, as he opened a box, which was full with colorful and shiny ornaments. The twins were already on it and began to put these shimmery balls onto the branches.

“We not really know the reason either, but everyone is doing it.” Natalia said, picking up an ornament and handed to Al “I like this tradition, to be honest. Its pretty, and the tree has a nice scent.” added with a giggle. Al watched the glass orb in awe, then did as the others and placed it onto a small branch. He wasn’t sure why, but this tiny activity cheered him up. Soon all the decorations were hanging on the tree, expect one.

“Who wants the top?” asked Larry, holding a small, angelic figurine in his hand. Like two tiny predator the twins jumped, trying to scream down each other.

“Me! Mee!!”

“You did it last year, Bing! It’s my turn!”

“No it’s not!”

“Boys! Please don’t argue today. It’s Bong’s turn by the way!” Natalia interrupted before the kids began some quarrel again. Bong squealed in joy and climbed onto Larry’s shoulders, placing the figure to the top of the tree.

“Wow... ” moaned Al in awe “This is beautiful indeed.” his eyes shimmered with innocent joy, the nearby orbs reflected the soft shine of his halo.

“And this is just the tree. There are still lots of fun for today.” Natalia looked at him and a soft smile appeared on her face. She couldn’t help, but each time they taught something new for the angel, his curiosity and joy stuck to her too. She took a deep breath and started singing a phrase “Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree, you stand in splendid beauty-”

Natalia was right. This was just the beginning. Since it was nearly noon, they decided to eat. The table was full with various garnishes, sauces and a big, roasted meat in the middle. And the savors… Al felt in heaven, this was more delicious than he thought. It was pretty rare they made food for themselves, but since they had time, they could manage it.

They played games. A lot of them. They didn’t have to worry about any kind of performance for the day, therefore they could do whatever they wanted. The group even went downstairs to make a small show for themselves. Al jumped to the piano and out of instincts began to play a Christmas song for the first time, yet perfect as ever.

“On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me…” sang in a group, then the phrases divided.

“Four calling bird-" said Al.

“Three french hens-" continued Larry.

“Two turtledove-" chant the twins in unison.

“And a partridge in a pear tree" finished Natalia and they continued this until the end.

Time went by so fast, they didn't realize it was already late evening. They rested on the couch, watched the soft lights on the tree, enjoying the silence. The twins were already passed out, using Larry as a pillow. Natalia and Alabaster sat next to each other, heads resting on each other, enjoying the warm and silence.

“This… was wonderful...” whispered the angel, nuzzling her soft hair “I had so much fun...”

“Glad to hear you enjoyed it...” she murmured back “And it’s just… a small fragment. Theres… a lot more of this holiday… wish I can show you...“ she let out a sad sigh in the end. Al glanced at her, then wrapped a wing around her shoulder and pulled her closer.

“This is perfect. I don’t want anything else...” the angel stated, while his fingers lightly entwined with hers. Soft shade of pink colored Natalia’s cheek as she slowly returned the gesture, nuzzling Al’s shoulder more. Faint, gentle hum came from her throat, making the male sleepy. He took a heavy inhale and closed his eyes, letting the melody drift him into slumberland.

The next moment he opened his eyes he was somewhere else, someone gently shaking his shoulder. The angel jolted and let out a scared yelp, swinging out with his wings.

“Buster, Buster, its okay! It’s just me! Shhh!” the other leaned away to not receive a slap from the feathers. The toon sat up, hand reached out and rubbed the nub on his right side out of reflex. He was in a car, wearing warm jacket. Next to him a tall human knelt on the seat, watching him with worry. They parked outside of a studio, snow was falling from the ebony sky.

“C-Chris?” croaked Buster, lightly shaking in the whole body. He needed to take a deep breath to calm himself “W-what happened?”

“You fallen asleep. Just arrived and tried to wake you up. Did you… have a dream with them? Your family?” Chris asked, trying to be delicate with the theme. Buster hesitated, staring at the floor, then slowly nodded.

“...I miss them, Chris… more than ever...” he stammered, something warm streamed down his cheek. The human reached out and smeared away his tears. Buster’s lips trembled and out of reflex nuzzled the palm “I wish they could be here...”

“I know, buddy… I know… come here...” Chris got a bit closer and hold his toon friend in a warm, welcoming embrace. Buster hiccupped, for a second he wanted to push away, but he became weak, he broke up in a faint weep and hugged him back tight. The man waited patiently, hand rubbing the toon’s back in circles to calm him.

“Its okay… everything is okay. I know its hard… but as long as you remember them, they are not dead.” Chris whispered gently, yet inside he was pained to see his friend suffer. It took Buster a few minutes to calm down, resting on the other weakly.

“I-I’m sorry…” rattled in the end, burying his face into the jacket.

“Don’t be. It’s natural we miss the ones we love. You know, if you need help, or just want to talk about this to someone, I’m here.” Chris softly smiled, caressing Buster’s cheek. The toon closed his eye, enjoying the gesture, nodding again.

“Thank you...”

“Heh, anytime, buddy.” The man’s smile widened, then leaned close and hinted a smooch onto the black forehead “How do you feel, would you like to go in? Honestly it’s getting cold out here.” he added with a chuckle and shuddered. Buster blinked, then snorted a giggle as well.

“S-sure. We are here to have some fun, right? Your ‘famous’ Christmas party in the studio.” finally there was a hint of tease in his voice, which cheered Chris up. The human got out of the car and helped his friend too.

Buster glanced upon the sky, watching the falling snowflakes in wonder, his breath like tiny clouds. Such a pretty sight. He inhaled the cold air, then exhaled and followed his guardian inside the warmth, to celebrate Christmas for the first time in many years.

The end.

#batim #batim oc #buster the angel #story

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mirajens · 7 years

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melodrama

an installment from I’ll crawl home to her. paring: miraxus rating: m genre: angst found on ff.n

A breakup, told from end to beginning.

“So?”

“So?” Laxus echoed. He continued to peruse his menu.

“You wanna tell me why I saw Mirajane cuddled up over cannoli with someone not you?”

Laxus considered it. He met up with Jellal at the campus cafe with the most decent coffee to catch up on lost time (and so Laxus could ask/coerce Jellal into fixing his busted laptop). Jellal had arrived later and instead of greeting Laxus, announced that while he was walking to the café, he saw Mirajane cozied up with some droopy-eyed dude in the restaurant next door. Laxus wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about it. But it had to not be a big deal, right?

“We’re not together anymore. She can date whoever she wants.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

When Laxus didn’t come outright with any more information, Jellal ground his teeth. Did Erza know this? No wonder Laxus and Mira have been fielding invitations to get together. To double date like they used to. Jellal kind of felt like a dick.

“How long ago?”

“Eh. Seven months, I think.”

“Seven months.”

“Yup.”

“So you guys broke up 5 months after moving in together?”

“Nice deductive skill, Fernandes.”

“But, uh. You guys still live together?”

“It’s our signatures on the lease and our names on the mailbox. So yeah, sure.”

Jellal winced. “Shit buddy, that’s rough.”

Laxus shrugged. “I haven’t had lunch yet. Can we order already, or do you want to discuss the results of my last prostate exam, too?”

“Sounds lovely. You should tell me all about it.” Jellal said in a deadpan. He signaled the waiter over. “I’ll have the lasagna and an Americano. And if you have the craft brew, we’ll have a pitcher. My friend here has a boo-boo on his heart.”

–

Laxus tried not so hard to think about whether or not Mirajane was seeing someone new. Actually, he tried very hard not to meddle with her life in general, but it was kind of hard not to, seeing that they lived together.

He tried to be just a roommate. One that only talked to the other when the rent was almost due or when their propane tank needed to be recharged. It was next to impossible. Laxus was big enough to admit that he still found no magical switch for his feelings so he indulged his angst and still wondered about Mira. Wanted for her, too, when he was feeling particularly cruel to himself. That was fine, wasn’t it? It wasn’t like he was intruding.

She wasn’t home very much. Some nights he wouldn’t hear her come to bed until it was well into the morning. Some nights he’d make dinner and she’d say she already ate. He knew Mira didn’t like eating alone. Once when he was pawing through the laundry for pants, he picked up one of her shirts, smelling like someone else’s cologne. There was only so much a guy could do to keep deluding himself.

It was fine. He never bought it up. It wasn’t like he had the right to.

–

Here was a shitty feeling for the books: going along with what boundaries Mirajane set and not having a say in it. Normally, that would have been a-okay. He could respect boundaries, but that was with the condition that he actually knew about them. Mira just seemed to erect boundaries left and right without telling him, then got angry when Laxus overstepped. What did she expect, really? He couldn’t read minds.

Sometimes it was easy enough to ignore. Laxus would use her shampoo but buy some other household item they shared. He didn’t really think about it much until one morning when she got mad because she was late for class and he’d used up all the shampoo. Since then, it was declared that their shampoo-sharing days were over. No big deal. He bought his own fucking shampoo. Same brand, different formula just so he could tell which was his from hers.

Sometimes, Mira was downright unreasonable. Like that time they argued about paying the bills. He’d pay for cable, she’d pay for wifi. Water, electricity, rent, sure, they could split. But there had to be responsibilities, she said. He had to be responsible for some of their bills on his own; it wasn’t enough that he forked over money to compensate his half. It was a fine thought, but it grated on him how she said it, as if she was insinuating he wasn’t ever responsible. Laxus would admit to some shortcomings, but in his defense, she had volunteered that system in the first place. If she wanted to change it up, she could tell him properly, not wait until the last minute to get into hysterics.

But that was fine. He’d sleep on such events and forget about his anger the next day.

The truly bothersome change was weaning himself from the habits he’d formed as part of a couple. Laxus thrived off touch, and sometimes, he forgot himself. He’d brush past Mira and lay a hand on her hip and only remember it wasn’t allowed anymore when she’d give him one of her looks. It wasn’t a mean one. It was a look that said try harder. Try harder to unlearn how he liked being near her, or how he craved her warmth against him, or how he just took comfort in the easy instinct of touching her.

Mira looked like she understood. These weren’t things one could unlearn overnight. She, too, would catch herself imparting casual touches which would make her lips thin in disappointment. In him for being too near all the time or herself for being too weak to know better?

It was fine. Laxus was just glad she wasn’t too hard on him about it.

They still slept in one bed.

One time, Laxus thought about asking her if she wanted to get rid of the king bed and get two singles they could push up against the farthest walls. It would be pretty fucking weird and too tight to be comfortable in their cramped master bedroom, but if it came to that, there really wasn’t a choice. Of course, he didn’t actually say it. Maybe he was a fool for hanging onto whatever scraps he could get. He wasn’t ready to not sleep beside her. And it made him feel better to think that if Mira did want them to sleep on separate beds, she would have no problem saying it.

Laxus was a grabber in sleep. Mira, even when they were together, always slept with her back to him and she was such a peaceful sleeper that she’d wake up in the same position if Laxus didn’t pull her to him in the middle of the night. Laxus tried to mirror her habits. When they broke up, he went from falling asleep spooning Mira to falling asleep facing his side of the bed.

To no avail, it seemed. He’d still wake up with his arms and legs wrapped around Mirajane, like he was scared of letting her go even in sleep.

Thankfully, Mira never chastised him for it. During mornings he would feel her peel his limbs off her, slow so she wouldn’t jostle him. One such morning, he saw through his lashes the unreadable expression on her face. Like she wanted to scold him but felt too sorry for him to do so anyway.

It was easier to pretend he was still asleep.

–

The look in Mirajane’s eye unnerved Laxus. He might have his dick in her lovely mouth but he was aware enough to feel anxious. Normally, he’d never be able to relate to how that felt like (that is, getting a blowjob and retaining a conscious train of thought throughout it), but to be fair, he’d been on guard for a while. It felt like tiptoeing around eggshells with Mira these days.

And now, she wore the same look from when she was about to say something unpleasant. He’d seen it many times before. Mira was a sweet thing but she had a cutting tongue when her patience was stretched a little too thin. And Laxus was born with a sterling propensity to test the elasticity of any living creature’s tolerance for bullshit.

He might have found it sexy. A hot girl between his legs, kneeling on the floor, looking like she wanted to turn him into stone while she blew him. He wasn’t a very hard man to rile up, anyway. But it felt different today. Admittedly though, not different enough to not blow his load.

The endorphin rush wasn’t even over when Mirajane flipped the mood a whole one-eighty.

“Laxus?”

Panting and still weirdly turned on, Laxus looked at Mirajane. She was sitting on her calves, wiping the corner of her lips. He cocked a brow at her, dread filling his gut before she could even say what she wanted.

“Let’s break up.”

Laxus, when overwhelmed, got cotton in his ears. At least, that was the only logical but not so scientific explanation for why he couldn’t hear her all too clearly. “What?”

Mirajane did another familiar look: one that meant she was trying to be patient when he was being too slow. “I said, let’s break up.”

“Why? Because I came in your mouth?” He already felt stupid before he could finish talking.

Mirajane shook her head, turning away from him. She was not quick enough to hide the small smile that tugged at the ends of her lips. She could still find him funny, after all this. It was a weird comfort. Laxus didn’t know if it bothered him that she was taking this so lightly. That he was taking this so lightly. Is this shock, he asked himself. Feeling the ground crumble beneath you but being too numb to want to do anything about it?

His pulse raced as he watched Mira get on her legs and pad to the bathroom. He should say something. Anything. Maybe beg her to reconsider. Maybe throw up because he was so astounded.

For a man that was often told he perpetually had a foot in his mouth, he couldn’t come up with anything to say. He couldn’t even feel the omnipresent fierce reaction under his skin. Dazed, he only followed her into their en suite. He was still trying to come up with anything. Mira gathered her hair into a high bun and tied it before getting under the shower. The water from the nozzle hit her right on the chest.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now, Laxus.” She said when he failed to speak.

“Will we ever?” Or are you just going to leave me hanging like this?

She reached for the body wash. “Yes. Just not right now.”

Laxus wondered if he looked stupid right now. Was his mouth hanging open as he tried to process what was happening while his girlfriend took a shower, seeming not at all bothered? Could he even still call Mira his girlfriend? Did label privileges expire when one party declared intent for separation? Or was that yet to be decided until both of them came to an agreement on the break up? He was wondering about the most irrelevant things. Why couldn’t his brain fixate on what was truly important right now, which was mustering up eloquence?

“You can’t just dump me and not explain it, Mira.” Yes, that was good. That was something, at least.

Mirajane gave him another look: one that said wanna bet this time. Now it was her turn to forego speech. Her look said enough.

Laxus left her to shower, defeated. He entered the bedroom and wondered what this would mean. Was that it? Did he have to move out? Did she? Were they not together anymore just because she said so? Did he have a chance to refute? He should, shouldn’t he? What did they call that shit in court? The right to cross-examine? Fuck. He should ask Jellal. What else were fancy ass pre-law friends for?

Laxus told himself to get it together. He almost slapped himself. His heart was racing and his mind was spinning. He could hear Mira turn the faucet off and stomp her feet on the foot rug. Still speechless, he watched her cross the room to get clothes out of their dresser and clothe herself with the towel still on. So he wasn’t even entitled to seeing her body anymore. It must be official now.

Mirajane got dressed and combed her hair and left the room to watch TV in the living room and in that span of time, Laxus still couldn’t manage to snap out of his funk. Still naked, still reeling, he reached for the bottle of tequila he kept under his side of the bed.

It was probably too late to say anything now, anyway.

–

Was there a term for a feeling of impending doom? The French had a lot of suave-sounding terms for all kinds of shit, didn’t they? Ah, it didn’t matter. Laxus wasn’t a man of articulacy, anyway.

It just felt fucking weird. Things with Mira, that is. Mira, who he’d been with since highschool, who he moved halfway across the country with to attend some university he didn’t really feel so strongly about that he’d’ve left his home for it, who suggested they find an apartment and move in together to save up on rent, who he signed a scary 24 month lease with, who was now giving him at least 3 cold shoulder treatments every week since they settled into their new apartment three months ago.

Laxus wondered if this was normal. At the risk of sounding like a dick, he thought that moving in together would mean crazy rabbit sex 24/7 and more fun domestic stuff. He wanted to cook average food for her, take turns doing laundry with her, go to the grocery store at 2 am with her, figure out how to assemble the expensive bed they got. Stuff like that. He’d anticipated it. He didn’t know why she was having the sudden change of heart now that things were actually pretty fucking official with the lease. Mira never got like this.

It wasn’t that she was mad mad. They never had a fight, it was just that she started being distant now that they lived together. They could be sitting in the same shitty sofa they found at his old dorm’s storage and he would feel like there was something preventing him from talking to her. He supposed part of it was his fault, too. He should just talk to her if he wanted. It was just that he couldn’t help feeling uneasy.

Laxus tried to pinpoint the fault, because knowing the problem would make finding a solution so much easier. At a guess, it would have been when he left for home the summer before they got the keys to the apartment. His grandfather had been sick and Makarov was far enough in age that every call from the aged home had Laxus fraught with nerves.

He caught a redeye and texted Mirajane the details en route to the airport. She didn’t really seem mad but she was probably pissed that she had to pack her stuff and his and find a way to get it into the new apartment. But what did she want him to do? Leave the old man to marinate in sickness all by himself? Sure, Makarov didn’t end up kicking the bucket like he and all the caregivers thought, but still. Family first, and all that shit, right? Laxus didn’t understand why Mira would be mad about that, which was probably why he didn’t assume it really was the reason she was acting this way. When he came back from visiting his grandfather, things were just different. They had pleasant talks but it wasn’t like it used to be. And soon, that furtive little infection spread and next thing Laxus knew, he was struggling for the right moment, the right mood, to open his mouth and ask her if she wanted to order out for dinner.

Maybe love was supposed to be like this. Not sweet and easy and made up of kisses and quirky grocery runs and domestic anecdotes. Maybe love was supposed to be an enigmatic thing that made one question everything they thought they knew. Maybe love was taking big steps and wanting to falter back just when it was too late, maybe love was stretched silences and grasping for words, maybe love was something that made two strangers out of a couple.

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