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ch3shire-rabbit · 1 year

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so that villain au? 👀

(5/7/23 edit: this version isn’t up to date anymore!)

(Rereading this after I typed everything out, apologies that it’s so long 💀)

I’m just gonna try my best cause explaining things aren’t exactly my forte </3

(AU under the keep reading because this is really long </3)

I’ve been calling this AU like the uh. Dolor universe. Like I call the Panchito from that world Dolor!Panchito. Anyways also in both worlds, Panchito and José are already in an established relationship So first off, like yours, Panchito and José go on an adventure with the McDuck family and in the end José is swallowed up by magic from some sorcerer. Of course Panchito doesn’t react well to this and he’s uh. Sad. He quietly distances himself from the McDuck after that

Donald feels bad and then he gets the brilliant idea to show one of the gazillion artifacts that Scrooge has to Panchito, which is basically opens dimensional portals. It is also very fragile. Donald has Panchito come over to the manor to look at it, and basically says that they could maybe try finding a José that lost his Panchito and bring him over so that maybe they could be together or something(?)

As they’re flipping through dimensions(?) they look at numerous Josés. Then they spot one who acts, talks, looks, everything, exactly like their old José. This José is the one from our dimension. Panchito was fairly reluctant until now. He gets kind of excited and states that he’d like to bring that one over. Donald goes no no that one has a Panchito

(Dolor!)Panchito gets a bit upset and grabs the artifact from Donald and insists on at least meeting him. Donald grabs it back and says they’re not bringing that one over. They fight over the artifact until it slips from Donald’s hands and it shatters on the floor, rendering it useless. Something in Panchito snaps, and he leaves. Panchito basically cuts himself off from the McDuck family and Donald unintentionally planted a seed from this interaction.

This next part I’m not really sure what happens, either Panchito gets pointers from someone or he does it on his own, but he tries to open his own portal to our world. He has to do suspicious side jobs to achieve it and whatnot. Anyways back to what I consider canon (In comes Paperinik! Duck Avenger???? Whatever name of his that you prefer. I prefer Paperinik cause it vaguely sounds like “paper n’ ink” but anyways)

Paperinik, AKA Donald(if you didn’t know, Paperinik’s this superhero alter-ego of Donald’s in some comics. It slaps way harder than it should tbh, anyways) notices the activity and puts an end to it. And then Panchito tries a different way and Paperinik stops him again. And uhh this basically goes on for a few years. Also Panchito gets his own new place to stay, and avoids his family in Mexico(my hc one, at least). And uhh he gets an outfit change

Don’t know if I want this to happen either but maybe Panchito pieces it together that Donald is Paperinik down the line. Maybe Paperinik says something that was kind of personal and makes Panchito go how would you know that. Or mf follows Paperinik home one day or something, I don’t know but if he does find out then it’d make for some pretty cool dialogue. Idk I feel like I shouldn’t because I think it would make him too op or something

Back to canon, after a while Paperinik mentions something about his gadgets being made by Gyro. (I’m not sure if I wanna go with the og Gyro or the 2017 one but I think I’ll just use a mixture of both.) Panchito jumps to the conclusion that perhaps he can get this Gyro guy to make him a dimensional portal. So Panchito tracks him down, and basically. Holds him hostage and forces him to work on a dimensional portal. He crushes/destroys Lil’ Bulb on his way in and even shoots Gyro’s foot at some point because he tried getting help 💀

But uhh eventually the portal device is finished and Panchito leaves Gyro and runs off with the device to use it on his own. He observes our world for a little bit before he actually crosses over.

There, while our José was asleep, Dolor!Panchito just. Takes him to his place in his dimension. Yeah anyways Dolor!Panchito dons his old clothing again to look more like our Panchito, and gives José some dumb excuse as to why he woke up in a new place. Though hesitant, José trusts him because Panchito hasn’t ever intentionally betrayed his trust before. Dolor!Panchito essentially plays along with our world’s consistencies in hopes that José won’t realize he’s in a different dimension. He doesn’t need to cover up his personality given that since José’s here now, he feels more happier and some of his old spirit comes back with it if that makes sense Eventually José pieces clues together from Dolor!Panchito’s abode that, oh god, he’s not in his own world. (The final nails in the coffin was Dolor!Panchito failing to get rid of some written plans and not hiding the dimensional device well enough. Probably. Other telltale sign I think: Dolor!Panchito gets angry at the mention of Donald.) José reasonably gets upset and demands Dolor!Panchito to bring him back to his world. Though agitated, Dolor!Panchito obliges. Hesitantly. And Dolor!Panchito just goes back into his normal attire seeing that he can’t change José’s mind anymore.

They both travel to our dimension, and José reunites happily with Panchito and Donald. Both have been freaking out because he’s been gone for a few days, at least. Dolor!Panchito gets angry watching, especially at Panchito. Something about Panchito being the reason why José didn’t want to stay, that it was his fault. Dolor!Panchito starts a physical fight with Panchito. Panchito was upset that he kidnapped his partner anyways so he goes with the fight

The two actually get out of José and Donald’s sight at some point because it was a lot of running around and the fight just kept moving but anyways there comes a point where Panchito shoots Dolor!Panchito’s foot (ah, irony,) albeit accidentally. Dolor!Panchito gets a burst of anger from that and he manages to knock out Panchito. Then, he gets the idea to swap clothes with him. You probably get where this is going. Donald and José catch up and Dolor!Panchito pretends to be their Panchito and basically goes ohhhhh my god guys he shot my leg, we should put him back in his dimension before he wakes up

Dolor!Panchito pretends to fumble with the dimensional device he used and just so happens to press the right buttons to open a portal to his home dimension. The three toss Panchito though and keep the device on their side and close the portal. Eventually Panchito gathers his bearings and wakes up somewhere he’s unfamiliar with.

An (recovering) Dolor!Gyro and Dolor!Paperinik find him and assume he’s their Panchito. (Dolor!Lil’ Bulb is there and okay btw, Dolor!Gyro was able to fix him.) After a small tussle and some explaining from Panchito, the two believe him and agree to help return him to his dimension. Since the dimensional device didn’t come with Panchito, Dolor!Gyro has to make a new one and that prolly takes less time than the last considering he would already have the plans done and he’d just need to make it. The three make it to our dimension.

They get to Donald, José, and Dolor!Panchito. (Cue Donald and Dolor!Paperinik/Donald desperately trying to pretend to be different people lol) Donald and José don’t believe them when they say that the Panchito they’re with is the wrong one. (Panchito hasn’t changed out of Dolor!Panchito’s attire or anything so that probably made it worse.) Dolor!Panchito of course plays along. Dolor!Gyro tells them to ask Dolor!Panchito about an event only Panchito would know, within the same period of time Dolor!José has been presumed dead. José asks the question and Dolor!Panchito answers incorrectly, and Panchito corrects him. Yeah so cat’s out of the bag

Don’t know how it gets to this point but maybe José, Donald, or Panchito ask why this is happening and such. If Dolor!Panchito knows Dolor!Paperinik’s identity, then Dolor!Paperinik is the one who recounts what happened to Dolor!José. If he doesn’t, then perhaps Dolor!Panchito begrudgingly recounts it instead. Donald says he thinks they might be able to help with that.

See, José got swallowed by magic in both dimensions, but one he got out and the other he didn’t. In our world, the family defeats the sorcerer and basically forces him to try and bring back José, which he succeeds in. In theirs, the sorcerer got away.

(By the way, is the sorcerer based off of a pre-existing character perchance??? Or is he an Oc??)

Donald says that the family and the sorcerer are on decent-ish terms, given that they’re on a truce. That they can try and convince the sorcerer to cross dimensions with them to try and bring Dolor!José back.

So, yeah. That’s what they try to do and it works. Dolor!Panchito is reunited with Dolor!José, a happy ending I think-? I’m not sure what happens next but I want to solidify everything in the story to this point first before I continue to add on.

This story will probably change a bit, so this isn’t the final version, obviously. There’s things like the designs especially that I’m kind of on the fence about right now. I’m okay with Dolor!Panchito’s design but I might change a few things later. Also about that. I originally intended for this universe to be almost exactly like ours, which means everyone’s designs will likely be the same. Just kind of bothers me that Dolor!Panchito is the only one that changes. But I think I’ll stay with the majority of the designs being basically the same as the originals. The reason why Dolor!Panchito fixates on our world specifically so much is because it’s exactly the same as his(almost, except him) and I don’t want to stray from that logic

Anyways, all done! Thanks for asking!

#Now that I think about it I want Gyro here to be entirely based on his 2017 version cause that’s my favorite. I’ll be #making adjustments to better fit him later. Shoutout to 2017 Gyro for being my latest kin I guess. Yeah yeah anyways #crisp talks #the three caballeros #asks #Dolor!AU #hcs #dis hcs #If only I were a fanfic writer… I would try writing everything out a shot #Anyways enough. Thanks a lot for asking!!! Sorry that this took a bit #Did I go too far with this AU??? I feel like I might have idk

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bts5sosempire · 2 years

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forbidden apple

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kisaki tetta x reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: "love at first sight(?)", slight obsession, inferiority complex (mostly kisaki tho, we all know that), hanma trying to be a "wingman" at best, reader complex at best, I think I might've made this quesa-ki a bit ooc too

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,769

𝐚/𝐧: this man is one of the people I hate at best for being an antagonist; why so bad? 🙃 And they ended up being the first person I write for on TR, too; I think I'm broken. Nah, jk, but he's a well-written mf that I can't help but applauds since he's complex and driven by morally wrong forces. Must not feel the urge to punch him.

The first time Kisaki had laid eyes on you when you walked through the double doors with your partner was the day he thought an angel had descended from heaven. You were enigmatic to him, a puzzle he couldn't figure out. All his life, Kisaki had never felt such a magnetic pull. Is it the way you held yourself in high regard and esteem? Or is it the gentle lull of your voice when introducing yourself to the social gathering around you while keeping a complacent smile of benevolence? Or was it the way you look so untainted by the world that was in a constant shroud of darkness? Maybe it's all of the above and many more. But somehow, seeing a Perfection in front of him bites his inferiority complex.

Therefore, this made him feel perplexed about approaching you; you're something he wasn't used to seeing customary. If anything else, Kisaki is used to the women and girls who came to blow his money when he's on the offering side of a quick, frequent visitation. What's more surprising is the honesty and warmth you presented, not something he thought he would see in this era. Even with your unapproachable yet inviting body language, Kisaki thought the only woman in his life to make him feel drawn to was Hinata Tachibana, but you're on a different level. The constant tug and pull of running and wanting more were compelling. Kisaki would've jested that your pheromones in the air were making him act up, but other people's eyes also agreed.

Kisaki wasn't immune to the eyes that were constantly lingering on you, as whispers about you were rushing around like a mirage of winds. Even your partner doesn't seem to notice or that he could care less about it. But Kisaki would see your eyes flicker around the room, catching people staring before darting away to another thing that looks interesting. If you were uncomfortable, he couldn't tell directly with this far distance. He's not used to this, not accustomed to seeing someone so interesting as you taking away his attention when he should mingle to gather social connections.

But the moment when your partner guided you to meet him and Hanma was the moment he wished his feet would move, but they were locked onto the ground like triceps forcing them to stay still. Upon introduction, you spoke words of eloquence and mannerism that mirrors anyone of high birth, the opposite of him. God, he hates it, the feeling of suddenly being powerless in front of you. Even the words of introducing himself have died on his tongue. Kisaki took a quick second to compose, which didn't go unnoticed in Hanma's sharp view. Hanma has amused at his friend's sudden lacked words, so he did the introduction instead, his gaze lingering on you for a quick second, then going to your partner, who accepted the handshake he presented.

Hanma invited you and your partner to sit on a white couch near the big window panes that show the full skyline view of the city lights. The whole time, you were poised and talked when only needed; it's not hard for Kisaki to see your mind wandering elsewhere when watchful eyes were not on you. The windows to your eyes were closed more for a brief fraction; then, when Hanma called your name, you were brought back to reality.

"Is (Name) your woman?" Hanma asked; his eyes flitted to Kisaki in sleight beats, and Kisaki quickly shot him a look of warning not to push it. But Hanma being Hanma, let out a broad cheeky smile that meant no harm while watching both you and your partner's reaction.

Your partner, who took a shot of the whisky, lets out a choking cough as he tries to contain his breathing. Your eyes were wide like a deer in headlights before returning to normal. Looking at your partner, you patted their back before awkwardly coughing into your closed free fist to remove any apprehension, "No, we are not. Iguchi and I are nothing more than friends and colleagues to each other."

Hanma leans back into the white couch comfortably, an arm lying passively on the back while a hand was rubbing his chin in interest. The breath that Kisaki didn't know he was holding was slowly exhaled out. He shouldn't be this happy over a stranger's marital status. He suddenly felt very pathetic; Kisaki didn't know what to do with his feelings. It's brewing too fast for his liking; he shouldn't enjoy your response. A failure with Hinata was a warning for him to take it slow, but you were impossible; illicit thoughts and impressions overruns his mind instantly.

'It's just infatuations making you feel this way, Kisaki; get a hold of yourself.' Reminding himself to get a grip, he takes one look at you, and he regrets it immediately. Kisaki's willpower flew out the window. There was a different look in your orbs this time; it didn't hold any indifference or mystery; for some reason, there was the brilliance of innocence and curiosity that lays in there—bare, raw, and unfiltered.

Fuck, how many times did he tell himself that he wasn't prepared? Too many times, perhaps.

Kisaki wasn't the type of person to run into your type, the one who is favored by the Gods or any higher beings. The one is also the secret forbidden fruit that is sweet and sits at the highest part of the tree, bathing in the Sun's love and glory. For some reason, he still wants it, knowing that anything that shines like gold is bound to die in his hands. He never felt the urge to want someone this bad and protect it. Excusing himself, he felt your eyes linger on his back as he went to get some air.

"Oh, I didn't realize it would be this bad?" Hanma playfully teases out at no one in particular. He watches where Kisaki went and turns his attention to you, "Prepare yourself, Miss; you're about to get a handful."

You owlishly blinked at Hanma, "I'm...sorry?" Hanma laughs heartily at your purity and naivety. It didn't take Hanma long to know why Kisaki was suddenly smitten down to the floor with you. You were so different from all the types of girls and women that Kisaki was used to, so seeing someone who was unadulterated made him didn't know how to react without overreacting and making himself a fool.

"Don't worry about it." More confusion filled your face, and Hanma didn't indulge you more. With the mystery hanging in the atmosphere, it quickly dissipated when Iguchi, your friend, partner for the night, and colleague, tapped your arm, saying that he had to get going and meet with other potential clients. Thus he has to leave you alone to entertain yourself.

When Kisaki returns from gathering himself, he sees Hanma chatting you up, and the small smiles you would grace him rub him wrong. Ugh, how agonizing, he should've known better than feeling this possessive. But when seeing you complimenting the tattoos on Hanma's hands with interest, Kisaki hopes that Hanma wouldn't give you too many details that scared you away, but Hanma being the gracious man he is, made an excuse to leave, and you were alone. Kisaki never thought he would see this day; as soon as Hanma left you alone, men swarmed you.

He never thought he would see you being startled, too, with the unwanted attention; they were trying to butter you up with the compliments and showing off their wealth. You were sitting on the seat with a tight smile, politely rejecting, and Hanma, who was on the sideline drinking some alcohol and watching the scene unfold, made eye contact with Kisaki to save you, the Damsel in Distress, from the men that looked like they were about to tear you apart.

Kisaki made his way towards you with suave, and when the men who saw Kisaki approaching, they all picked up the cue to leave you alone once he's near enough. Anybody knows not to cross with Kisaki Tetta for any reason. If they value their life, they need to move faster than light. But was the look on your face relief? Your eyes glimmer like gems seeing someone you know in a mere hour, even if it is just a stranger. Kisaki bathed in the look you unknowingly gave him. His ego bounced like a ball; the feeling shook his spine in delight.

"I thought Hanma would be with you; how could he leave you alone?" Kisaki promptly plays the fool while taking back his seat. He sees how the way your body visibly relaxes in his presence.

"Hanma left saying he had business to attend to and that you would be back." You told him, and Kisaki motioned a hand, and a cocktail waitress abides by coming over and lowering her tray, which Kisaki gently plucked two drinks off and handed you one. He slides it over the chaste marble table with his long fingers. You look at the drink's usual color with interest; taking the cocktail's long neck with your nimble fingers, you bring it to your lips and take a sip; the tart taste of sweetness hits your taste buds. "This is quite good."

"Not much of a drinker, are you?" Kisaki sees you nodded with confirmation. "Why not?"

Setting the drink back down on the table, you folded your hands in your lap. "It's not that I don't drink; I don't find the reason to drink unless it's an occasion. Do you drink often?"

Kisaki: "Here and there."

You: "Not a definite answer I'm looking for, but that would suffice."

There was a slight laugh at the end of your sentence when you said that—looking shyly at your hands in your lap, you didn't see how Kisaki perks up seeing your smile.

'What are you doing to me?' Kisaki locks his jaws with quick apprehension that strikes the cords to his heart before relaxing. Even the drink in his hand was being caressed with his twitching forefinger.

"Say Kisaki," hearing you say his name and eyes looking up at him earnestly, he tried his best to be nonchalant about it, but the way he shifted in his seat to get rid of the itches that brought the giddiness in him failed to cease. "What do you do for a living?"

Then dread filled the pit of his stomach; he could hear Hanma snickers not far away from him. But Kisaki, being the professional prevaricator, lies about his occupation, saying he's a business owner, which isn't entirely a lie too. You blink a few times at him before giving a somewhat knowing smile.

You: "Are you sure?"

Is he caught?

Hanma let out more apparent snickers behind the scene; never had he seen Kisaki so tongue-tied before.

"I've seen the way people avoid you; if you're a business owner, people would've gravitated towards you. It's not hard to be attracted to money." Hanma lets out a low whistle in the back at your observation. Kisaki tried not to look irritated at Hanma's constant jabs. "Although there are few people here and there who are willing to approach you, I could say they look shady."

"Beggers can't be choosers," Kisaki spoke, trying to regain his sense of confidence that wasn't stabbed not too long ago. There was a hum of understanding from you.

"How would you know if they're the right person? What if they robbed you blind when you're not looking?" You ask with interest this time, body leaning a tad forward unconsciously. Kisaki tried not to look at the dip valley of your low-cut dress, but it's hard not to with the image taking a screenshot inside his head.

"It's a gamble, like life; whatever you do depends on your decision; in the end, it'll prove you were right or wrong. The chances of me being robbed is low, but if I was in the case scenario, then they better wish they hadn't." There it was again, the small light, breathy laugh from you. Kisaki took a drink of the complex liquor to calm his nerves down.

"You amuse me," eyes filled with investment, "are you going to kill them?" Kisaki's eyes met yours, and he wasn't sure if you were joking, but seeing how you covered your mouth with your hand indicated that you were indeed kidding.

"Maybe, maybe not." Giving a vague answer, he drinks in the looks you're offering. You're much more expressive now. With the dip of your brows coming together to form a teasing manner, you turn your head slightly away from him, giving him access to your side profile. Kisaki likes you more and more by the second; screw it if his feelings were uncontrolled at this point.

"You're doing it again, with the small answers." Kisaki pretends not to know and raises a brow. He gestures for you to go on. "But I don't mind, considering we're both strangers, but you're quite cute for a starter."

Now that catches him off guard; Kisaki's heart flutters at that positive in the sentence. You just called him *cute*; if anything else, people would stroke his ego and calls him handsome or striking. Not the word cute. It was demeaning to him to be labeled as something that conveys harmless, but hearing it coming from you doesn't sound so bad. It was acceptable.

Iguchi came over to interrupt the lovely time you and Kisaki were spending together as the electricity went away into the atmosphere. Kisaki was annoyed, but it was hidden well behind his stillness facade. "I hope you have a wonderful time with (Name) Kisaki-san," Kisaki tilted the corner of his lip upward with a quirked smile, "if there's next time, I would like to bring her again for your gathering as it seems she enjoys your company." The mention of you coming around again grasped his attention.

"She's a lovely company," he admits before getting up to shake hands with Iguchi, who gladly accepts with a smile. Kisaki turns his attention towards you, who also extends out a palm, already standing next to your partner. Before you could bid Kisaki farewell and a good night, you were surprised when he took your hand and flipped to the back of your smooth palm, placing a chaste kiss, the warmth of his lips spreading from your hand to your face. Kisaki knew this wasn't something he would do, but he knew deeps down that leaving an impression on you matters more now. The longer he lingers in your mind, the higher chances of you both would be meeting again.

The eyes of guests in the room were caught up in the moment; everyone also knew Kisaki's demeanor but thought it was out of character. They're not even going to call him out, in public, per-say, maybe in their head, or when they're alone with other loose lips who like to gossip. But to see Kisaki adoring a woman who most guess that is a stranger is relatively new when some had already tried to set their daughter to be engaged with Kisaki before.

Taking your hand back from the man whose eyes didn't waver, you were flushed with embarrassment and could feel the grip of anxiety. You didn't take him to be this bold, and what he did leave you wordless too.

"Until next time," you offer a thin smile at Kisaki, whose eyes shine at it. Correctly bidding farewell this time, Iguchi's hand lays delicately behind your back; he motions a free hand to guide you away to the floor exit.

Kisaki, a man on a mission, lets his gaze on you until you disappear from his sight through the double doors. He fixes the neck of his costume-made suit while readjusting his tie; Hanma, the viewer, claims his spot next to Kisaki.

Hanma: "What do you want to do now?"

Kisaki didn't need to tell Hanma what to do, knowing what was going on in his mind already. If he was going to get you to fall for him, he needed to do it right this time by hiding all his twisted bones in a closet where he only has the key to access. He already figured out that people like you only come once in his lifetime, so he's not going to let you slip away when the flame you lit already burns so deep and brighter than any sources that could outmatch it.

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infinitefandomimagines · 3 years

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Things the hq boys secretly love pt. 2

WARNINGS: language

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CHARACTERS: Oikawa Tooru, Kita Shinsuke, Tendou Satori, and Terushima Yuuji

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part 1 , part 2

OIKAWA TOORU

• when you put makeup on him / use him as a canvas to practice looks.

• you would do it on yourself, but it's easier to follow along with the tutorials when doing it on someone else. plus it gives you an excuse to spend time with and be close to your boyfriend.

• oikawa will literally complain non-stop about how he doesn't want you prodding at his face with brushes and how all the products will make him break out. but the second you do a new look without practicing on him first he's offended.

• because no matter how much he claims to hate it, he secretly loves it. the brushes feel so soft and ticklish against his skin, and your touch is always so gentle and warm. plus, he's more than happy with the proximity between the two of you.

• as a comprise for letting you do this, you let him lay on his back on your shared bed (the lighting isn't great but at least he's comfy). you'll splay out your products around the empty bed space and then perch yourself on top of him, straddling his hips. you'll get super close to his face, bending down to hover over him, the palm of your non dominant hand pressed against his chest to steady yourself

• he's lowkey scared you'll feel how fast his heart is beating, but you never mention it.

• your face is mere inches away from his and he takes full advantage of this, stealing little kisses from you when you're least expecting it.

• also loves to rest his hands on your hips, playing with the hem of your shirt, finger tips lightly grazing the skin beneath.

• mf thinks its funny to poke your sides randomly to make you jump

• "tooru– keep doing that and i'll actually stab you in the eye."

• spoiler alert: he keeps doing it and you do end up stabbing him in the eye (accidently ofc)

• after you're done, he'll let you take as many photos of the look as you want. he even takes a few for himself because he's proud of your work and wants to show it off to iwa later.

• lowkey feeling himself

• if you thought this man's ego was big before hand...

• "i look pretty hot, don't i y/n–chan? i think blue is really my color."

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KITA SHINSUKE

• when you take care of and baby him, especially if he's sick.

• he's perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and both of you know that. mf is literally one of the most responsible people ever.

• but something inside of him just … melts when you dote over him.

• this usually happens when you can tell he's had a long and tiring day, or on he rare occasion he gets sick.

• you'll cook for him, give him a little massage, cuddle him, help him bathe, do his chores, anything to alleviate some of the stress weighing on him.

• his favorite thing ever is when you let him lay his head in your lap. will fall asleep in five minutes flat when you start playing with his hair.

• literally the second he tries to do anything you're glaring at him with your arms crossed over your chest, telling him to get back to bed before he makes his fever any worse.

• he'll insist that he's fine and can make his own soup / do his own chore work but will cave so quickly when you don't give up.

• man barely puts up a fight anymore, just let's you do your thing and accepts his fate.

• almost like he wants to be taken care of … suspicious.

• kita is a pretty self sufficient person, but he has to admit, it just feels nice to have someone care for him so tenderly. it shows how much you care for him.

• he likes to act all put together and stoic but his insides are complete mush when it comes to you.

• won't admit how much he secretly loves it, but he's sure to let you know how appreciative he is of you taking care of him. will never let your efforts go unnoticed or without praise.

• (but maybe don't baby him in public, poor boy gets so flustered and embarrassed)

• and don't think for one second that when the roles are reversed, and you're the one who's sick or tired, that he's gonna let you lift a single finger.

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TENDOU SATORI

• when you show him off in public or to your friends.

• the first time tendou met your friends was when you unexpectedly ran into them at a coffee shop while the two of you were on a date. you ran up and greeted them while tendou kept his distance, not sure if you'd want to introduce him.

• poor baby still has some insecurities left over from his childhood and thinks you wouldn't want to be seen with a "freak" or that somehow you'd be ashamed of dating him.

• baby boy could not be more wrong, you are so proud to be dating him.

• one second you're talking to your friends and the next you're dragging him over by his wrist to meet them.

• literally stands there like he's suddenly ushijima, just: 🧍‍♂️

• but then you lace your fingers with his and press and soft kiss to his cheek before you say, "guys this is who i was telling you about, my boyfriend, tendou!"

• now tendou has never been one to get flustered easily, but right now he's blushing like a madman. his heart swelling when you so eagerly introduced him as your boyfriend.

• and then your friends start saying things like "we've heard so many things about you" and "y/n talks about you a lot"

• he can feel his confidence growing by the second. even after your friends walk away, he's still riding the high of being bragged about.

• "you talk about me?"

• "duh, why wouldn't i? you're the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for, 'tori."

• he swears he falls in love all over again right then and there.

• please continue to show him off, it makes him so unbelievably happy, even more so when you're not afraid to use pda with him.

• i just know this man loves pda

• used to be really hesitate when it came to pda in the beginning of your relationship. but, once he saw how unbothered you were when it came to being affectionate in public he started to get bolder.

• he loves having his arm wrapped around your waist or his hand in your back pocket at all times.

• he's never told you, but you've helped him gain a lot of confidence and see himself as more than a "monster" or "freak."

—

TERUSHIMA YUUJI

• when you call or text him at 2am to go get food with you.

• it's become a common occurrence and at this point he expects to hear from you at least three nights out of the week. he's even started leaving his phone on full volume to make sure hears your call or text.

• will always respond.

• literally the second he gets that "you up? i'm hungry." text he's already grabbed his keys and is out the door.

• sometimes you feel guilty for waking him up, but he always says something like "i was awake anyways" or "i'm kinda hungry too, perfect timing."

• terushima yuuji was in fact neither awake nor hungry.

• but he'll be damned if you ask someone else

• one time you went a week without asking him to go and mf got so butthurt. was all like: "babe are you cheating on me? are you asking other people to take you to get food? i thought you loved me." (doesn't actually think you're cheating, he just likes being dramatic).

• he loves blasting music while you both sing at the top of your lungs with the windows down on your little convince store trips.

• it's just a miniscule little moment but it's makes his heart happy every time.

• 2am chats with terushima yuuji are next level, you can't convince me otherwise.

• sometimes when the two of you are too riled up from your trip to go back to bed, you'll find a park to eat and mess around at.

• the cops may or may not have been called once for a noise complaint.

• after your little night trips he'll usually bring you back to his place and you'll end up staying the night, giving him cuddles as a sort of thank you.

• even though he teasingly complains about you dragging him out, claiming "you owe me." he loves going out with you and would never even dream of making you pay him back.

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jjkyaoi · 3 years

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THE TEENS OF THE DREAM SMP HC’S

(+ lani, even though she also counts.)

drista and tommy are always the lead for the shenanigans. whether it’s drista starting shit, or it’s tommy starting shit, they’re almost always the ones who gets the rest of the group in trouble ‘cause neither of ‘em know how to shut their mouth’s or pick their battles. tldr; the two of ‘em are always trying to start shit w/ someone and the rest of the group have to try and get them out of the fucking dumbass situation they’d put themselves in— and, by ‘rest of the group’ i mean ranboo.

purpled. for some reason, he’s the groups target for bullying or harassment; every time they need a person to target, they almost always turn to him and he is Suffering. they have this thing they do where whenever they see him in the distance, or hanging out w/ somebody, ranboo, tubbo, drista, and tommy will all scream “AWOOGA PURPLED” at him or they’ll all act like he’s some sort of well-known celebrity.

DRISTA, seeing purpled talking to dream in the distance: oh my god, is that--is that THE purpled talking to my brother??

TUBBO: the purpled?? the super star???

RANBOO: wow, i can’t believe he’s here, isn’t he like. a celebrity?? doesn’t he have so much clout?

TOMMY, shouting at the top of his lungs: HEY PURPLED CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH

lani’s an honorary member of the group. she doesn’t come around often, but when she does the chaos increases by tenfold, even if she’s the one w/ the most common sense in their group. she’s the one who’s constantly trying to rally these group of idiots together but no one ever listens to her and eventually she’s just like ‘you know what. fine. go off and do whatever you want.’ whenever she gets actually upset w/ them they get all guilty, though.

tubbo is mostly the enabler of the group. you’d think he’d be the voice of reason, but no; man just enjoys the entertainment of the situations that drista, ranboo, tommy and purpled get themselves in and most of the time he covers for them. he’s just in the corner laughing at their bullshit, but when he’s angry that’s when you Know. you gotta stop. he’s the only one they listen to

TUBBO: what are you guys doing?

PURPLED: we’re gonna go prank the dream team and blow up their base lol

TOMMY: yeah im recording it i hope dream pisses his pants. the dumbass. it’s payback

RANBOO, in the background, nodding: mhm mhm :)

TUBBO:

TUBBO: okay save the recording so i can watch it later

drista and tommy always complain to each other about their individual siblings, and always whine about how they’d want to trade their siblings. whenever one of ‘em says that the other is always like; ‘what do you Mean wilbur/dream’s the WORST’ but the other is So convinced that their sibling is better. it’s funny for the rest of the group to watch them fight

DRISTA: dream is so annoying. you know, sometimes i wish he was more like wilbur

TOMMY: wha--are you fucking Dumb? wilbur’s the worst. he’s so stupid w/ his songs-

DRISTA: are YOU kidding me? wilbur’s the best! his music is so great! TOMMY: all he does is write stupid love songs. dream does manhunts. that’s infinitely cooler.

DRISTA: THEY HAVE PASSION

TOMMY: THEY’RE D UM B

RANBOO, in the background: should we--should we stop them..?

PURPLED, eating popcorn: no, this is the most entertaining thing i’ve seen all week

TUBBO: just make sure they don’t kill each other lol

they’ve all unofficially become the ranboo protection squad. they aren’t idiots, they’ve realized how subjectable he is to peer pressure and the way he lets himself get walked all over sometimes-- they will not stand for that. these mf’s have been through wars, do you really think they’re gonna stand by and watch their friend get walked over? NO

TUBBO: okay, ranboo, what do you do when somebody asks you to give up all he items you own, even really valuable ones?

RANBOO: well... are they my friends

TUBBO: .,,,in the hypothetical situation, maybe

RANBOO: then i would. yes

TOMMY, in the background: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND

PURPLED: oh my god

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jeanluva · 3 years

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personal headcanons #1

Kenma Kozume

Basically where I give random & very personal headcanons for the haikyuu boys. these are just my opinions and are not canon.

first off, this has been in my head for WEEKS. but i genuinely think Kenma can dance. he just looks like the type that secretly knows how to dance but just chooses to keep his hidden talent to himself.

he gets angry easily and sometimes lets it show. in my opinion this is kinda canon as we can see in season 4 with him and gRaVITy.

talks to random cute girls he finds on discord. he doesn’t do it often, but if he’s really bored he will. and not to date them, he’s just bored and wants something exciting. he gives me the vibe that, he’s the type of guy that has more long distance relationships than irl ones, simply bc he’s always on social media and gaming.

he’s a damn asshole and i stand by that. i know for a FACT that he wins the arguments he has with strangers on the internet and he’s SO mean. i’ve said this before but that mf is a MENACE.

buys his friends stuff all the time. if he hears someone say they don’t have enough money for something, he’ll just buy it for them. no questions asked.

definitely was a cry baby when he was a kid. i’m not giving any context, i just know he was.

he prefers spotify over apple music. just seems like the type.

i dont think he would like kids. i think he would love his own or maybe his friends children, but he cannot stand kids most of the time. he just finds them annoying.

a beyonce stan. also not giving context. i just think he’d really like beyonce. or even nicki minaj.

purposely leaves people on delivered. he does not forget. he saw the text and simply does not care.

I KNOW THIS MF CAN TAKE GOOD SELFIES OR JUST GOOD PICS OF HIMSELF IN GENERAL. he has so many thirst trap pics I KNOW HE DOES. he probably sends then to his discord gfs 🙄 (how about you share with the rest of us kenma???)

constantly sends the wrong text to the wrong person. and when he’s confronted he just acts like nothing happened.

he wears rings. black and silver. yes.

in conclusion, kenma kozume is not this babie these 10 year olds make him out to be. he wakes up every single day and chooses violence.

tags : @koutarouwrld @velvetvirgos @snflwrkenma @uwukris @akkeyomi @kurokenchan @chantalkate16 @bakugouswh0r3 @fairyrintarou

#haikyuu kenma #kenma #kenma hq #kozume kenma #kenma headcanons #kenma hcs #haikyuu #hq

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4dtk · 4 years

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stuck with you

pairing: enemy!journalist!haechan x journalist!reader

genre: angst, fluff, humour, enemies to lovers (hope i did the trope justice tbh TT)

warnings: cursing, f words lmao, i mention stranger things a lot in this??? mainly bc i just finished watching it w a friend. i also only use ‘haechan’ when narrating the story so i don’t get confused! the timeline for this is Very Weird as well bc like i didn’t consider how long a pandemic would last…… so Uhm. pls just excuse the weird ass time sequence. also referenced yangyang’s bastard child behaviour from dream plan where he packs his things messily and kun had to mf intervene and yangyang had the audacity to go like “see, this is how u get ppl to pack for you, now i don’t have to do anything” 💀

word count: 8k (a headache to proofread...)

A/N: first time trying an e2l trope and im not sure if it was done ok??? i didn't want it to feel too rushed so i tried to spread out the days as much as i could!! i also included small snippets of their life w the other so it won’t seem like the fic is just focusing on the e2l concept! was inspired tons by the lyrics of stuck with u by ariana grande and jb, so that song is definitely something you can listen to if you read this! hope you enjoy ^^

[day 1]

"you're insufferable," you groan, reluctantly handing over the remote control for the hotel's television after some unsuccessful scrolling.

hotels never exactly had much range anyway.

you were very much already dreading the time ahead with the male, sadly having been stuck in quarantine not even half a day with haechan.

offering to go to a neighbouring country to report on the rising covid-19 situation, you didn't expect your rival to tag along, no doubt seeking to craft up a better story than you would.

and so, you were now nudging the remote control into his waiting palm with a roll of your eyes. you hoped it emphasised your annoyance with him even a little, standing up to prepare a cup of tea before bed.

"are you going to keep watching television while i sleep?" you ask a genuine question, peeking at him through the mirror of the vanity that sat outside the bathroom.

he just shrugs with a tired sigh, turning his attention back to the cartoon playing in front of him.

"okay, well, keep to your side of the bed and i'll stay in mine. we need to be social distancing, anyway."

there's a hint of "okay, loser" mumbled under his breath, but you pay it no thought as you finish your tea and brush your teeth before you skillfully set up a fortress made out of pillows.

"ow! what the hell?"

"your leg was in the way, jeez! move it, and i'll stop annoying you," you said, putting up the last of your requested pillows beside where haechan currently sat.

taking one last glance at haechan, you wondered when the lockdown in your country would last before they start letting people fly in. for now, you were trapped with the nightmare himself in a sad hotel room, with only a bed to share.

"goodnight," he tells you, but the sardonic way he says it irks you to the point where you settle for silence instead. the only thing that drones on are the voices of the cartoon, soon fading as you feel into a dreamless sleep.

[day 4]

"this virus thing is probably driving me insane by day, and you, lee haechan, are adding on to it!"

"no headlines, no idea what style to write in, minimal pictures-" the doorbell to the hotel room interrupts your current rant, prompting you to storm off to answer the call with an annoyed look.

"what now?" taken aback by your quick response, the housekeeping girl retracts with downturned eyebrows and a voice hesitant to speak. your roommate comes to the rescue almost immediately when he's heard the commotion.

you watch as he sends her a smile and a wink, deflating when he's let her in to clean up the room. you're not sure why you can't keep your eyes off the both of them as they converse, blaming it mostly on your hatred for the male.

with the last of her duties fulfilled, you offer to help her with the cleaning supplies as an apology, but she cuts you off almost immediately. there's a linger in her step, however, as she walks the short hallway to the door, evident in wanting haechan to send her off as he received her.

turning back to call him, he holds up a hand as he types down his opening lines to an article, prompting you to shoot the housekeeper girl another apologetic look.

"sorry again," you mumble, letting out a sigh at how this was all playing out. day four and you were already making enemies with the hotel crew.

"maybe day forty-one is where i fall in love with lee haechan," you scoffed, perhaps listing down all the unfortunate things that could happen while you were in quarantine.

one of them was catching feelings for your rival.

rolling your eyes, you settled on the bed to catch a few Zs as he continued to work on his article, though you weren't exactly sure about the weight your words held.

[day 9]

"haechan, what is this?" you ask with an eyebrow raised, his dirty boxers barely hanging off your finger.

haechan only groans at that, knowing you were relentless in the laundry. even in a pandemic, he was sure you'd prioritise your clothes first.

"jesus! don't go picking up my underwear just like that!" he snatches it from you, folding it neatly and placing it next to where his luggage sat. unfortunately, yours was right beside his.

"you think just because you're doing the laundry you're able to look through a man's prized possessions-!"

your jaw drops, "it was near the sink, haechan! i don't want to look at the checkered pattern on your boxers when i brush my teeth. i don't want it near my face either."

haechan groans yet again, running a hand through his hair in frustration before turning back to the computer, a blank document opened up in front of him.

despite gathering findings, interviewing healthcare workers and serving the public alongside frontline staff, he had deleted every attempt at writing.

there's a rumble from the bathroom, perhaps from your upset stomach or the choked pipe, but sometimes they sounded too similar he couldn't tell it apart. haechan stifles a laugh when there's a "fuck!" echoing behind the door, though unsure if he should help you or not.

when haechan hears another crash, he comes running without hesitation with a face morphed into furrowed eyebrows and a tilt of the head.

"don't just stand there, you moron!"

haechan snaps out of his daze to assist you off the floor, swiftly helping you even more off the floor as he carries you to the bed with a stiff one arm. you notice his other hand hanging awkwardly, probably not knowing what to do with it before you feel the soft sheets under your butt.

he gets to work within a minute, fishing for an ointment and some bandages his mother forced him to bring. he remembers it as he always has: a caring mother looking out for her son, maybe a little too much sometimes.

haechan is thankful for his mother, now, for the stray bandages laying around in his pouch.

you watch in silence as he cleans the cut with alcohol, wincing when his hand hadn't even touched your skin.

"my hand isn't even on your skin yet! jeez, calm down."

you shake your head, holding onto his bicep to halt his arm, "just use water, please."

exhaling in exasperation, you wonder if you've pissed him off tenfold when he leaves for the bathroom with a side-eyed glance, though not hostile.

"problematic," haechan whispers, dabbing a wet cloth over the wound carefully before applying the ointment and securing the bandages.

"your words contradict your actions so much, haechan. i never know what you're thinking." sighing, you pull your leg away from his hold after he's done with the bandages, making your way to the bathroom and leaving him in his thoughts.

"why do you want to know?"

haechan gets silence; the lock of the bathroom audibly turns to signal another wall put up between the two of you. with another frustrated groan, the boy plops down on the chair to work on his article with the right words forming in his mind.

even if he was the one who asked, he wasn't sure if he was ready to tell you.

[day 13]

"stranger things is freaking me the fuck out, man!" haechan whispered, ignoring your pleads and groans to continue writing.

"haechan! give me the damn laptop! i don't even know why you brought an HDMI cable when it doesn't work with the television system here!"

"well, we got one that matches it, didn't we?" he said, eyes peeled to the screen that showed the young boy, will, in the upside-down.

"you mean you did!" you shoved him, ready to disconnect the devices before haechan held you back, clearly entranced by the next sequence of eleven being able to see will in a pool of salt.

"ugh, god, i don't even know why people watch the show!" you spill with sourness, knowing the show was praised for its excellent acting and writing.

haechan raises an eyebrow, turning to you with a strangely slow speed.

"stranger things have received multiple awards, and you didn't give any other reason. are you scared?"

when you struggle to find words, haechan laughs at his revelation, hiding his pearly whites behind his hand as he continues to make fun of you.

"yeah yeah, i'm scared! so what?"

"'oh haechan! oh no~ i'm terrified, would you care to provide some comfort?' jeez, don't worry, man, i'll protect you." there's a cheeky glimmer in his eyes and a cocky smirk on his face which you very much want to wipe off with the disinfectant in the toilet.

"it's not all that bad, c'mon! give it a-" turning back to the tv, the sudden attack of the demogorgon lashing out at the camera has the male screaming, hiding behind your body in fear.

"you were saying, mr superman?" you deadpan, unlatching his arms around your waist as you sink deeper into the sheets with your phone in hand.

[day 17]

haechan thrashes in his sleep, almost knocking the wine glass you had in your hands when he crosses over the pillow barrier you made.

"what in the hell-" you winced, keeping an eye on the male should he have any more outbursts that would ruin both wine night and the stuff you were working on for the article.

with tipsy hands, your keyboard keys unconsciously write out a letter of disdain and confusion regarding haechan, the boy sleeping next to you with a cute drooling face and curly hair.

with beautiful tan skin like that, you wondered why he didn't model instead. with a voice as impressive as his, you wondered why he didn't sign a contract. with natural hosting capabilities, you wondered why didn't fucking get the place of a talk show host.

because man, he can get pretty bothersome sometimes.

[day 20]

the next few days pass by with a breeze.

despite not knowing how the current pandemic will turn out, you find haechan more bearable, his habits being dumped in the past with a wave of a hand.

petty arguments occur, of course, until one of you brushes off the matter like nothing.

today was one of the days you won't back down.

there's worry evident on your face, eyes scanning through every last document on the stupid laptop. fingers travel fast over the keyboard as the realisation slowly dawns on you.

with slumped shoulders, you take a deep breath before turning to the male.

"what do you mean you accidentally deleted my article? i know we're sharing the damn laptop, but we established that you stay on your files and i stay on mine."

the other waved his hand, "i did not touch any of your files, (y/n), i'm not sure what happened."

"how could you not know? what the hell? i had good content on it, but now i have to spend more hours reorganising the news and interview answers and everything else in my notes. thanks, lee haechan."

"maybe if you weren't so caught up in me trying to sabotage your place in the publication team, then you would've believed me." he shrugged, taking a seat on the one bed like nothing.

you scoffed, arms crossing across your body. "funny how you mention sabotage because a villain never reveals their motive. that's why you came with me, didn't you?"

haechan stuck his tongue out to the side of his mouth, eyes blinking and rolling like an 8-ball that it sickened you to the core.

"villain? i'm the villain?"

"was i not clear?" you hiss, stepping closer to the male.

"no, make it more precise, please. i wanna hear it word for word. spit it out, coward."

with every word, you plunged your finger into his chest, looking deep into his eyes. "you're set out to take my place for department editor, where you know i'm best at."

"and that department would be...?" he crossed his arms, looking down at you with scorn you wished you could slap off his face.

"the..." you gulp with his face all up in yours, eyes boring as he awaits your answer, no doubt losing confidence at your realisation.

"the world depart...ment? you love to travel, right?" you trail off, biting your lip in anxiety when you remember how he was on the plane. you don't exactly remember whether he was more excited or scared.

"wrong! try again."

"politics?" you propose.

haechan's face contorts into disbelief, with his mouth twisted with perplex and eyebrows furrowed. "me? politics?"

your mouth runs dry at the roadblock you've faced, and as that annoying, stupid smirk grows, your hatred for him increases by the charts.

"naming departments i'd rather die than join, running your mouth, accusing me of deleting your files..." haechan shakes his head dramatically, rolling his eyes and letting out a fat sigh.

"you think i wanna be stuck here with your infuriating ass? god, you're so entitled, aren't you? aren't you?!"

"talking like you own the place, talking like you're the only one in this world, talking like- mhfh-"

within three angry steps, you were across the room.

within three booming steps, your hands were on his face.

within three significant steps, you were kissing lee haechan.

"you never learn to shu..." with horror, you're brought back from the trance with widened eyes.

"oh, god, sorry. what. what the hell. what the fuck?" you whisper, pushing the boy away with both hands in a panic, trying to highlight your scorn for him by wiping your lips on your sleeve.

had you liked it?

the other scurried to the balcony in a frenzy while you collected yourself in the bathroom, although no amount of water could calm your nerves.

with shaky words in bed, you both agreed to never talk about it again.

[day 25]

"hey, i can see your damn annotations on my article, (y/n). will you stop it?" haechan whines, making you second guess if he was joking or not.

for the nth time that day, you roll your eyes and proceed to sip from your cup of gin tonic that haechan desperately wanted you to try. it was... a refreshing taste, but hell, you wouldn't drink this even if it was the last beverage on earth.

"i'm just giving my feedback, be thankful i didn't bring up that stupid kiss five days ago. bleugh."

haechan falls quiet at that, fingers lingering over the keyboard as he typed out some note with the speed of a sloth's.

"hey, call me donghyuck. that's my actual name," he mumbles, glancing at you through his bangs while he awaits your reply.

"donghyuck? is haechan an alias?"

the boy shrugs, "i don't know, maybe. my friends gave it to me when i was younger, and i just stuck with it."

"full sun? your friend gave it to you, sure." you grin with a gesture of your hand, almost spilling the gin in the clear glass before breaking into small laughter with the other.

[day 28]

"hey! hey, what the hell?" you whisper, feeling the boy huddle up to you in lightning speed.

"what is wrong with you?" you whisper-shout, nudging him off your body as his phone screen remains as the only thing illuminating his face.

"sorry, i- i was watching stranger things while i was shitting and after i cleaned up... i heard something and bolted out of there."

"so now you're butt naked? hyuck, ew!" you groan, thankful for the sheets that were covering your body and his junk. his reluctance to get off you didn't seem to bother you as much as earlier, but you still wished he wasn't literally naked against you.

"go put on your underwear, you big baby. i'll be here when you come out. no demogorgon is going to come out, for real."

"no no, i was watching season two and it was that big shadow thingy that freaked me out. can't you feel this poor boy shivering?" haechan sighed, eyes never leaving the corridor that led to the bathroom.

"i can, and i also can feel your dick. please get dressed, or you're sleeping on the floor," you mumble, pulling the sheets to cover your freezing body.

[day 31]

your face hits something soft, cuddling into it even further because of its warmth before you realise there was only one other thing that would be warm in the room.

haechan.

your breath shakes, and your eyes widen as you pull yourself away from his embrace. your subtle movement leaves him thrashing around, though, and his arms tighten around your figure slowly and endearingly.

gulping, you will your hands to stay in their place, opting to freeze to death although there are hints of heat crawling onto your face.

when you wake up, you find that his hand's in yours and maybe you were searching for one wrong thing. an anomaly, an exception. it fit in yours perfectly, however, his tanned skin glowing lightly under the rays of sun filtering through the curtains.

you hoped he didn't realise the small shift of your fingers as they enclosed around his hand.

[day 32]

"what are you doing out here?" haechan asked quietly, peeking around the sliding door before joining you on the chilly balcony. it wasn't much, but it was still different and refreshing from the old, stagnant aircon air that was blowing in the hotel room.

"can't sleep," you whisper. you had your arms around your figure cautiously, as if it could protect you from all the bad, evil and terror in the world. at this point, you weren't sure what was it that you were feeling, but it sure didn't involve entertaining haechan's teasing.

luckily, he bit his tongue from making the usual snarky remarks.

"it's two in the morning, what's up?"

you shake your head in reply, watching the empty streets as the last light in the apartment across you switches off. sure, at two in the morning, pavements were dusty clean, and the birds were sleeping, but there would always be younger boys smoking along the road, or a drunken group of friends laughing about a past memory.

now that the pandemic forced everyone into their homes, everything was pretty much dead. there wasn't that excitement you felt when you saw a late-night kiss shared between two lovers or the snug hug of a child to his father who was working overtime that day.

"nothing's up, hyuck, it's fine. you can get back to sleep if you want."

maybe today you two were the one causing the ruckus this time, though. haechan may have let his words slipped, and at that moment, you knew you regretted that bloom in your chest when his lips met yours.

"you're so hard to read, (y/n). i want you to be able to trust me, tell me what's going on."

"why do you wanna know anyway? so you can expose me of my bad habits and weak points?" you whisper, eyes trained on the flickering lamppost a few yards away.

"there you go again! again with the sabotage?" haechan scoffed, exiting the small space and stepping back into the room of mixed emotions.

"is this just about your feelings for me?"

haechan laughed, "my feelings? might i remind you that you were the one who kissed me full on the lips twelve days ago? what was that all about? i wanna talk about it, even though we said we wouldn't! i wanna talk about why you hate me so much. i wanna talk about why your emotions are so contradictive!"

your mouth hangs open as you sputter out a heated reply, but instead gets interrupted with a knock on the door.

"keep quiet, you damn teenagers! i don't need your petty fights at two in the morning!" with padded feet, the guest returns to his room and slams the door to emphasise his complaint. swallowing, your mind goes blank as it focuses only on one question.

"why do you want to know so much lee haechan? what are you gaining out of this? if it's not sabotaging, then what is it?!" you whisper, standing your ground as with the first argument.

your throat is clenched up, and your fists are balled up tightly with nails digging into your palm. your heartbeat races like a fast car and your breathing's laboured in the cold room. there's no movement for a second, though they feel like minutes on end as haechan struggles to answer your question.

"what is it, lee donghyuck?" you cry out again, the sparkle in your eyes shining brightly from the tears of your never-ending dispute. he wished it was from the moonlight, instead. he wished the two of you were laughing over the rim of wine glasses and sharing the mischievous glimmer of the moon in your eyes.

"it's nothing. don't mind it." the other turns to catch up on sleep, leaving you to bite your lip.

"now you're doing it, now you're the one doing it. just tell me, you dumbass!" you mumble, pulling on his pyjama sleeve and tugging you to him.

"i like you, okay! it's out there now, i like you a lot, but you make it feel like a crime to do it," haechan whispers, "whatever. fuck this."

"no- what- no, we'll talk this out." you propose, adjusting your grip on his wrist with the curl of your fingers.

the male shakes his head and snatches his arm back, "no, forget it, and i'd prefer if you left me alone, (y/n)."

even with the warmth of his body next to yours, your body felt frozen and stiff. even with the thick duvet cover over you, you felt out of place in the stale hotel room, with colour becoming black and white, they merge into grey as the moonlight shone without a care for your problems.

there's action on the balcony when your eyes flutter open in the morning, noticing the quiet way haechan observes those rushing to work as well as social distancing officers making their rounds.

his eyes look hopeful and youthful, different from the tired ones the night before, or rather, this morning. you hadn't forgotten the angry neighbour banging on the door, and you definitely hadn't forgotten about how much you've wounded haechan this morning.

with a soft knock, you let him know of your presence and you just miss the way his eyes soften at your bed hair and messy appearance. his gaze turns hard in a second as he turns back to the apartment across yours, the balcony door showing your reflection of how hesitant you were.

haechan wished he could take your hands in his and accept your apology in a heartbeat, but he stayed seated and waited for whatever you wanted to say.

"don't run off, please." there's a shameful hand on his shoulders, and he's dying to get up when he sees your downcast eyes in the reflection across the street.

"i was too caught up in getting department head that i... didn't consider other possibilities. even the possibility of you uhm... liking me. it's still a weird concept to me, especially with how much we bicker."

"i'm sorry i didn't stay to hear out your feelings and rather, i just talked over you instead. i'm not sure if you want to accept this or not, but i want to open up—about this, about your feelings and... i don't know how much i've masked my emotions, i just know that we need to communicate."

the doorbell interrupts your apology, but you internally thank the housekeeping for bringing breakfast for the two of you.

with silence over breakfast, you weren't sure how the other felt as he scoffed down the croissant and almost burned his tongue with the coffee he ordered.

[day 33]

the boy barely watches the television and instead, reads over the article you were working on. seeing as it was already there when he logged on, he skimmed through it out of curiosity, finding that you were rephrasing the messy typos and sentences frantically on your notes.

haechan never forgot the way you were typing away on the laptop, eyes reading and rereading the sentences to make sure they made sense, to make sure they were clear to the reader.

the argument had taken a toll on you, too. he sees it in the way your eyes sink when your words turn out choppy and lacking, he sees it in the way you lug your body to the bathroom after a late night, he sees it in the way you struggle to hold your smile while attending an interview.

'haechan. you confuse me. i'm not...' the note below it trails off, piquing his curiosity at what it had in store.

'haechan.' big and bold letters it wrote, with a few dozen question marks below it. your writing skills shine through even in an informal note about your self-proclaimed rival, each line prompting the other to read more.

'you confuse me. i'm not sure what you're at but, it doesn't seem natural for you to tag along with someone you hate, right? that's what i was thinking too.'

'jeez, i remember hating when suyeon told me you were coming along. i didn't believe her one bit until she showed me your plane ticket and the hotel rooms next to each other. god, and when i came here, it was a day of interviewing before the damn government decided to close flights and force us into a room together.'

'i heard that other people had to be separated. i didn't know why we were the unlucky two that had to be put in a room together. i wished we didn't, almost. of course, you annoyed me when we first moved in. hogging the tv to no end, leaving your dirty underwear everywhere, running your mouth just like at our workplace.'

'i couldn't take it, maybe. sure, my brother has similar antics, but there was just something about you that just set me off, you know? i wouldn't have thought it was the opposite, or at least, i think so.'

'i'm counting the days. day 17 and i'm not sure why i feel this bubbling feeling inside me. of course, there's anger—i'm sure it's there, but there's also this other thing i get whenever i look at you.'

'my heart clenches up, and my hands become clammy, but it couldn't be a crush, right? i would've wasted my breath shouting, and my strength whacking your shoulder.' that makes haechan chuckle and look over at you where the soft light dances over your face.

'and then i started imagining. how would your arms wrap around me? how would your infuriating laughter, which somehow turned out to be so contagious, feel in the crook of my neck? yikes, that was cheesy.'

'what would it feel like if we fell in love for one night? where would you bring me and what would we eat? would we make out in your car like unruly teenagers?'

'what would it be like to love you? it's dumb, isn't it? i don't know. i've liked this bickering thing we had going on, and it's amusing to see you one-up me. i'm not sure if i want that to change and i'm not sure if you want us to, either.'

'maybe i'm wrong, and i'm the only one in this thing. this is so stupid, writing while he's sitting next to me. i'll regret this, maybe. goodnight.'

haechan sighs, closing the device in thought, confused at the words he wasn't exactly supposed to read. had you done this on purpose? he was sharing the laptop with you...

the boy brushed it off, placing the laptop on the vanity before adjusting your side of the duvet, hoping he could find the right words. with hesitant steps, he keeps to his side of the bed, thinking, thinking, thinking.

when he couldn't no more, haechan fell into the spell of slumber in the comfortable hotel room.

[day 34]

"tea?" he asks from the bathroom as the door clicks behind you, returning from the short hotel walk with a new keychain hanging from your sling bag.

"yeah sure, thanks."

the water runs as he fills up the kettle as the constant whir of the aircon and the conversation on the television keeps you company in the vast quietness of the room.

you weren't sure if you should say anything, but when you saw the dishevelled appearance of your roommate, you knew you had to bring up the argument and apology.

"haechan, about our... feelings. do you want to talk about them?" you whispered, a reply reaching your ears in the form of his spoon against the porcelain mug.

haechan hands you the drink wordlessly, sitting on the chair at the vanity before sipping cautiously at the tea. there are unexchanged glances between the two of you before he sighs at your expectant hand tapping the sheets.

"i think it's about time we did," he mumbled, dragging the laptop off the wooden table with anxiety. the other opened it without saying anything, catching you by surprise when the mouse hovers over your note.

"hae- donghyuck! no! what the hell?"

he holds up a hand and clicks on it anyway, making your heart drop to your stomach as he turned the device towards you.

"read the bottom." haechan whispers as you pull the laptop closer to you, settling it on your lap as he observed your expressions carefully.

'i read it, i'm sorry.' you look at him and lift up a hand to prepare to whack him, a defeated sigh escaping you before you carried on.

'was it wrong to read it? of course, and i cannot apologise more for doing shit like that when we still have unsolved tension between us in this small ass room. it was incorrect, but.'

'do you feel the same as me? is bickering all we have to do? why can't we work anything out? they're the questions i keep asking myself after i read your letter.'

'i guess i was too caught up in the fight and not wanting to be the loser that i... can't deny that i've never thought about wanting to get to know you, even if you were that sought out to be my destined enemy.'

'when we fought earlier, you kissed me. i know we said not to mention it, but, uhm, it was good. i liked it. i'm not sure if the reason why you did it was because of the reason you mentioned in the note, but at the time, i assumed it was to shut me up. i thought something would happen after, though you pushed me away and apologised right away.'

'it was a far off dream that i had, but i think it was after i bandaged your foot. you said that you didn't know what was going on in my mind, and i told you.'

'it was like, i was granted an insight into an alternate world, another universe where you didn't feel the strain, where you legitimately assumed i was going for your position.'

'you scoffed when i confessed, right then and there, on day 9. i was counting, too, and it was a scary, confusing dream. i think that's why i held it off as long as i could until your words puzzled and angered me further because you just didn't get it.'

'you scoffed and told me to get lost, pushing on my shoulders where we fought on the balcony for everyone to see. you never spoke to me, you never mentioned my article nor the interviews. we never joked over wine, and we always kept to our side of the bed.'

'i was convinced that heaven wanted me to stay away from you and your heart. maybe it was broken too many times, and you had someone up there looking out for you.'

'i feel like i'm copying off the textbook of some greek mythology starter pack, but i'm for real! no kidding.' you smiled, looking at him with nervous eyes at the small joke he put in.

'i guess whoever put that dream in my sleep really wanted us not to be together because i think i would've told you i liked you on the spot itself. i let my conscious get the best of me.'

'i know this is a lazy way of conveying my feelings, and i wished i could do it with words, but i feel like you wouldn't believe me otherwise. i rushed it this morning when you went on your morning walk around the hotel and when you let me know of your stroll in a soft voice, i wanted nothing more than to get you in my arms as we wake up to the housekeeping service.'

'i didn't want any more tension between us, and i didn't want to be interrupted by your alarm while we avoid each other more. it hurts seeing you escape the room in haste. you said it was weird for me to tag along with someone i hate, too, and that someone was you. i guess you found out why.'

looking up, you found him right in front of you, mouth dry from his reply to your letter. with a gulp, you leaned forward to meet his lips halfway.

"i'm sorry to whoever's up there," he whispers, prompting a grin and a laugh out of you.

the laptop is forgotten on the bed as haechan situates himself over you, clutching your shoulder gently while his lips move quickly, fast to make up for lost time.

"wait wait, wait, you're not playing me, are you?" you mumble in return, reluctantly pulling away while witnessing the way his eyes soften at your guard still up. haechan shakes his head forlornly, tongue pressing up against the side of his mouth nervously.

"no, i'm not, (y/n)," he says quietly with as much sincerity he can muster, removing his hand from your shoulder with a forced smile.

"okay." there's a shakiness to your voice, but when you bring his lips back to yours, it gives you a rush of confidence. your skin is burning up, and your hands can't stop wandering as his lips capture yours, repeatedly moving against yours like a trance.

you grant haechan access to your mouth with a whimper, melting into his embrace as his arms wrap tighter around your figure. his eagerness lingers when he pushes forward, straddling your lap as his leg nudges the laptop.

"wait, hyuck, wait, the laptop!" you joke, placing the device on the floor before getting back into the kiss with just as much fervour. within a minute or so, the other breaks away to say the words you so hated to hear:

"we... we need to talk. we can't just kiss the fight off, although i very much like to," haechan murmurs the last part, making you stifle a smile.

you nod quickly, repeating the word "okay" like a robot. your hands naturally travel from his arms down to his fingers, and you clutch them like your life depended on it.

"we have... established, that i like you, correct?" haechan whispers, scooting closer as his tea-ridden breath surrounds you. from here, you could even smell the buttered croissant he ate this morning.

it made you smile, something simple as that.

"why- why are you laughing (y/n)?" he asks anxiously, eyes darting to find the reason why you found this so funny.

"no. no no no, i'm thinking of... the croissant you ate just now, and," you sigh, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

"i'm thinking of the way your eyes light up when you show me the articles you idolise so much, and i'm thinking of the way you cuddle up to me whenever we watch stranger things."

"i'm thinking of the way you thought i wouldn't give you a chance, even though i've been pondering on the same thing as you. i'm thinking of the things that make up lee haechan, lee donghyuck. yes, you like me, and yes i like you, but i guess i haven't told you the reason."

"i hated you, i really did. i found every reason to convince my mind to hate you. gaining trust, signing up for events you didn't know shit about, sucking up to the seniors, stealing my friends when they didn't know your personality. the personality i didn't even want to know because i was too busy in my little bubble."

"assuming you'd want to get department head was the cherry on top, because why else would you want to tag along? that was the factor that convinced me and confirmed my suspicions from day one."

you grunt in opposition, clearly not liking the truth that was spilling from your lips. haechan deserved to know, however. you kept your eyes trained on his lap where his hands were holding yours in support, crumbling from the blindness that caused your hatred.

"so from then, the plane ride, immigration, the cab to the interview place, the cab back, the hotel room, my hatred for you boiled over." you listed, voice breaking as you looked haechan in the eye.

"it was stupid of me to assume, to assume the worst of you when i didn't even know you. i wasn't even sure why i felt so bitter looking at you, but the way you acted, the way you whined, worked me up so much that i figured that was how you were."

"now when i'm sitting here with the curtains drawn, i can see why you're so attractable and easy to talk to and easy-going and bright that my friends keep talking to you."

"i can see why the seniors turn to you because you're reliable and hardworking without uttering a single word."

"i can see why you wanted to hop on this flight with me because you're always curious about the world and how you can expand your skill set."

and as you said word after word, haechan observes you with a soothing hand against your forearms. his eyes shine for a different reason, for the lost time he could've had if the two of you didn't have this massive barrier. a massive barrier that's been up for the longest time.

brick by brick, the wall is being torn down. as you hold haechan's face in the stillness of the room, you feel closer to him than you've ever felt and his tears match your frustrated ones.

choking on sobs, delayed apologies were all you could whisper.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, really. we fought so bad that day, and i was so goddamn insensitive..." you sigh, swallowing a lump when his hand reached up to wipe the tears. with a blocked nose, you breathe shakily as housekeeping interrupts the moment.

you nod towards the door as he stood up slowly to reveal the same housekeeping girl. she cleaned up the bathroom and wardrobe quietly as the two of you stood awkwardly in the small space. she had left the sheets since everyone was practically stuck in, anyway.

haechan nudges you toward the door with a shove, shooting the same housekeeping girl a small smile and a bow as an apology to the previous run-in.

"he confessed his feelings?" she inquired softly, noticing the tear marks on your face.

you bit your lip, "yeah."

"that's good, he's finally not a coward." she laughs, folding the used towels and placing them with her.

you leaned against the door, asking for an explanation with your puzzled look.

"he was someone i liked, before. we had classes back in high school. it was just a dumb crush, honestly." the housekeeping girl shrugs, resting her head on her fist in thought.

"i think he liked me, and i did too, but we didn't do much except for exchange looks and flirt because both of us were just too scared." she shakes her head and adjusts the disinfectant spray bottle, fidgeting with the nozzle.

"i'm glad he had enough courage to admit his feelings."

nodding along to her statement, she bids you farewell as her figure fades with each step, leaving you with a sense of calmness to the end of this situation.

[day 38]

"is... is this okay?" haechan asks, arm hovering over your body while waiting for your confirmation. you smile and nod, sinking into his side as you venture in the third season of stranger things together.

"don't you think we should be working on our articles?" you whisper, looking up at him from where you were with raised eyebrows.

the boy opens and closes his mouth in thought, gesturing to the television with an exaggerated expression.

"stranger things, ma'am."

you click your tongue and sigh with a smile, turning back to the show as you try to relax for an online interview in a few hours.

[day 39]

"what do you say about my set-up?" haechan nudges you, proud of the hangout area he prepared on the balcony. although small, he had no trouble making it look comfortable.

with a smile, you pop open the wine to celebrate the last scheduled interview for the trip, clinking glasses with haechan in the setting sun.

the country you were supposed to return to was slowly opening up flights for those stranded overseas and as refreshing as a different environment was, you missed home and the warmness of it.

you missed the office and your desk. hell, you even missed the mediocre coffee from the pantry.

with the last of the wine finishing, haechan pours half into your glass and the other into his, clinking one last time before you one-shot the beverage.

the high of the alcohol is gradually brought down by the mellow atmosphere and colours of twilight. as pink and orange cross over on the horizon, haechan mumbles a low "c'mere" to you in the darkness.

you hum in response and get up from your seat, bringing a pillow with you as haechan shifts to make space. sinking naturally into his arms, you sigh while you try to contain a smile full of content.

"this is nice," you admit, the corners of your lips disobeying your command, prompting you to shoot him a smile. haechan nods against your hair, a comfortable arm around your waist while you trace the tan skin of his arm.

the other taps your waist repeatedly, turning in response as he whispers out a question that makes your heart melt.

"can i kiss you?" you grin, slipping a hand around his neck and pulling him in right away. haechan's caught by surprise, laughing into your lips and striving to savour the moment as much as he could.

a shout from across the hotel distracts you from the kiss. looking up, you realise it was the apartment resident opposite you shooting you a 'rock on' gesture.

"you guys are not fighting anymore! congrats!" you both stifle a snort as you wave back to the resident, sighing in relief when their balcony door slides shut.

"should we go inside, m'lady?" haechan giggles, replying in the form of a nod, cleaning up the area while you head in.

[day 41]

"i didn't think they'd be letting flights in so early," you mumble, folding your clothes neatly as your vision shifts to haechan... shoving his fair share of apparel into his luggage.

"donghyuck... what the hell?" you roll your eyes, shoving the boy softly as you took over the task at hand. switching personalities almost immediately, haechan fakes an interview segment with exaggerated tones.

"see, everyone, this is how you convince someone to do the work for you," the boy lays on the bed with a satisfied expression, "now i don't have to do anyth- ow!"

"if we ever live together, maybe i should punish you by doing the laundry and then folding it," you grunt, working at the speed faster than you expected while you fold shirt after shirt.

"are you proposing we move in together?" haechan peeks through an open eye, curiosity dripping from his tone. he tried to feign nonchalance but awaiting your answer felt like a weight on his heart.

your next words lifted that weight, a seemingly invisible force bringing his upper body off the bed as he stares at you in shock.

"maybe, not now but... in the future, maybe," you mumble the last part, focusing on the clothes to prevent the male from seeing the fluster on your face.

"for real?" haechan sits up, biting his lip to contain his excitement as your confirmation.

"we'll be all stupidly domestic and shit, and i'll say i love you five years from now before you go off for work if you want that and stuff," your voice goes lower and quieter, especially towards the end, biting off way more than you could chew.

"aw! i love you too!" haechan gushes, bringing you into an embrace as your hands go limp, scrambling to explain your emphasis on the 'future'.

"d-donghyuck, i meant the future, not now..." you manage to spit out, hoping you need not answer his queries any more. your mind blanks out at the current situation, wishing you hadn't said those dumb things.

he grins into your neck, "i know, i'm just answering for future me."

you groan and escape the hug with a roll of your eyes, "yuck, too cheesy!" the boy just lets out a laugh, watching the way you fold his clothes despite your initial annoyance.

[day 42]

suyeon switches between the two of you in disbelief, finger crooked at the ambiguity of "we like each other".

"wha-" suyeon doesn't get the chance to finish the sentence before you shoot her a thumbs up, grabbing haechan by the arm and your stuff with the other.

you were happy to leave the office after a quick debrief since you two had reported to the office right after arriving at the airport, relieved when you heard he'd spare a few more days for your articles to be cleaned up.

"so, (y/n), what would you like to do now?" haechan looks at you through the reflective material of the elevator, observing the nervous wringing of your fingers.

you're glad for the material protecting your face because there's a smile that you struggle to keep as his soft, gentle voice carries through the quiet space.

the anxiety ends when the lift sounds, prompting your eyes to trail down his arm. your hand moves on its own accord, grabbing his last finger with yours as you proceed into the lift sheepishly, not missing the way haechan's eyes show his bright smile behind the mask.

"maybe i'll get to know you more, lee donghyuck."

haechan lets out a gasp, "have you not learned about me enough? scandalous."

you feign a punch in his direction, the luggage beside you tripping over its wheels due to your swift movement. the only response you get is a giggle from the other as he tightens his pinky around yours, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek right above your face mask just as the elevator doors open.

"man, i really do want to punch you now," you mutter as you let haechan lead you, wanting nothing more than to rest in the arms of your enemy-turned-friend? enemy-turned-someoneyoulike?

you weren’t exactly sure.

he doesn't answer during the walk to the main road, nor the ride back to your home, the only constant thing being the way he admires your profile in the taxi, shrugging when you counter with a playful "what?".

"nothing," haechan grins.

[there are more days to come]

sure, day forty-one may not have been the day you fell in love with haechan, nor the day where he outwardly claims you as his lover.

but, taking it slow never hurt anyone, either.

you know it in the way he tells you he can't go in unless he's invited and you see it in the way he asks if he can switch the television on while you prepare some drinks.

like the hotel, you know it in the way he asks if he can kiss you and the way he deepens his kisses with caution.

you appreciate it in the way he quickly apologises for a personal question, while visibly relaxing as you brush it off with a smile.

with hours pass, day forty-two becomes day forty-three, and haechan remains as chivalrous as always.

days pass, and you submit your articles. weeks pass, and you get to know the boy more and more. months pass, and you feel his love in the way he plays with your fingers in the dark and pulls you close under the sheets.

even if you hadn't acknowledged the love between the two of you, that note you wrote half-drunk matched the way you felt now—with how your heart clenches up and with how your grin never leaves your face with haechan around.

there are more days to come with lee haechan, lee donghyuck, even if it meant getting stuck together in a hotel room with unsaid words.

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nah you see cause you're absolutely roght ??? like people point out that olivia's moves were childish but like ??? OBVIOUSLY SHE WAS A FUCKING CHILD ??? also people seem to forget that she has a whole label that tells her what to do or not do and no matter what fame, she could get dropped real fucking fast !!!

nah but like i think this girl is being dragged around by these literal MEN !!! like josh baby no matter how in love you were for the girl, your friends told you to run, maybe not from her but from those charges and now you're crying !!!! so maybe you should've listened !!!

and honestly i was team sabrina from the beginning cause tell me why this girl was dragged up and down by random people and when she tried to say something/distance herself mf was like 'yeah you stole her man' bitch no she didn't ?!?? joshua is a grown man who can definitely make his decisions himself !!! he wasn't kidnapped by sabrina for all we know so stop acting like sabrina's some kind of evil mastermind !!!

- 🐞 anon

“Maybe not from her but from those charges” LMAOOOO 😭😭😭😭

My good sis Sabrina was minding her business then suddenly started getting death threats from 12 yr olds 😭 and I don’t even think her and josh be together anymore?? So they definitely need to let that hurt go.

#🐞 anon

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"Hey, girl! You won't believe the news I have for you!"

Marinette inwardly groaned. Maybe not, then.

She sat up and gave Alya a small smile. "What's up?"

"Well, you know that big scoop I was-" Alya stopped suddenly and looked at their desk. "What's that?"

Marinette looked to where her best friend was pointing. There was a letter on the desk, with a single rose on top. How did she miss that?

She put the rose aside and opened the letter.

Based on a prompt from the MF Discord server

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Ladybug jumped from rooftop to rooftop, looking for the akuma of the day. She checked her yoyo for Chat Noir's location, only to find that he was only a few minutes behind her.

"Why, hello, M'lady," Chat greeted as he landed next to her.

"No time for games, Minou," she chided. "We need to defeat this akuma fast. If I show up late at school again, I'll get into real trouble." Her reputation for tardiness did not exactly help matters.

"Then let's get to it, shall we, M'lady?"

Ladybug nodded and together, they raced above the rooftops, looking for the akuma.

"Miraculous Ladybug!" Ladybug exclaimed as the magical ladybugs roamed over the city, restoring everything back to its former glory.

"Great job today, Bugaboo," Chat comments when he notices her walking over to him. He had been comforting the akuma victim while Ladybug was restoring the city. "We make a pawsome team, don't you think?"

"Oh please, Chat," Ladybug scoffed as the victim walked away. "Today's akuma was way too easy."

Chat started to reply, when suddenly, her Miraculous beeped its warning sound. Ladybug instinctively put her hand over one of her earrings and sighed.

"While I love bantering like this with you, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to cut it short. Handle the press?"

"Of course, M'lady," Chat replied as he bowed, took her hand and kissed it.

"Flirt," Ladybug playfully scoffed. "Until next time, Kitty!"

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Ladybug landed in an alley a little ways from the school and detransformed. She hoped she had some of Tikki's cookies with her since she didn't remember packing them this morning.

"Phew!" Tikki sighed. "I'm glad you were able to easily defeat the akuma today, Marinette."

"Yeah, I think Chat's right about being a good team. I mean, we've always been a good team, but recently, it's like we've been getting stronger."

"Yes, well, the longer you have the Miraculous, the stronger you become."

"Yeah, I guess that-" Marinette was cut off by a sound from deeper in the alley. Tikki quickly flies into her purse for the purpose of staying hidden.

She heard a voice softly whisper something and she suddenly saw a bright green light in the dim alley. Before she could register in her mind that it was actually Chat Noir detransforming, she found herself staring into her detransformed partner's eyes.

"A-adrien?!"

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Adrien stared wide-eyed at Marinette, who stared right back.

This was not good.

Ladybug was going to kill him.

"Um, Mari, listen-"

"You're Chat Noir?!"

"Don't scream it aloud! Listen, you can't tell anyone about this. Ugh, Ladybug's gonna kill me."

Marinette stayed quiet and stared dumbfoundedly at Adrien. She couldn't believe it. The love of her life was also her partner.

Who she kept rejecting for him.

How stupid could they be?

Adrien pulled her out of her thoughts. "Mari, let's just go to school for now. We can talk about this later."

Since she couldn't find her voice right now, Marinette simply nodded and together, they headed to school.

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Marinette and Adrien stopped at the door to their classroom. Since they were delayed by the identity reveal, they arrived at school at a much later time than they should have. Now they were contemplating entering the classroom or not.

Marinette really considered just booking it.

"Um," Adrien started as he rubbed the back of his neck. A nervous tic, she supposed.

Now that she thought about it, she probably has seen Chat Noir do the same thing.

Adrien's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "You can go in first, Mari."

"Um, yeah. Okay."

As soon as they entered the classroom, the teacher paused teaching her lesson and glared at the two students.

"Monsieur Agreste, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng, I do hope you two have a legitimate reason as to why you arrived this late to my lesson."

"Um, yes," Adrien started. "The, uh, the akuma attack. We got trapped while trying to run away from it."

"I hope that next time this happens, you will make sure you are a safe distance away from the akumas. You may take your seats and turn to page 107 of your textbooks."

The two kids nodded and they quickly sat down in their seats.

"So?" Alya whispered once Marinette was settled in her seat. "Trapped together, you say?"

"Shut up!" Marinette whisper-yelled. "Nothing happened."

Her best friend dropped the subject as the teacher looked at them accusedly.

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Marinette sighed as she closed her locker. She had had a pretty long day and all she wanted to do once she got home was to take a long nap.

"Hey, Mari," a male voice called from behind her. She turned around and saw Adrien leaning against the locker.

"Um, hey! Up what's? I mean, what's up?" She knew her partner's secret identity, yet she still couldn't talk to him properly.

Could someone just end her?

"About… what you saw earlier, you really can't tell anyone about this. It's a huge mistake and it wasn't supposed to happen but it did and-"

"Hey, Adrien," Marinette softly said as she put her hand on his upper arm. "It's okay. I won't tell anyone anything. Don't worry."

"Really?" At her nod, Adrien sighed in relief. "Thank you so much, Marinette." He hugged her out of pure relief while Marinette felt like combusting on the spot. Didn't this boy know what he was doing to her?

"Okay," he said once he let go of her, "I have to go to fencing now, but, uh, we'll talk later?"

"Yeah! Yeah, later."

He waved at her with a smile and left the locker room.

She sighed as she took the last of her books and made her way to the front of the school, where she met up with Alya. Together, they walked home, with Alya teasing her about arriving late to class with Adrien.

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Chat jumped from rooftop to rooftop as he patrolled the city. It was his turn this evening, as it seemed that Ladybug was too busy with school to patrol tonight.

Chat immediately offered to patrol in her stead since he didn't have much schoolwork to do. He needed the fresh air anyways.

He didn't really know where he was going, just letting his body lead the way while letting his thoughts run around his mind.

He was thinking about Marinette in particular.

He knew she wouldn't tell anyone his secret identity. He knew that much about her. Maybe her knowing about it wasn't that bad. After all, she was one of his closest friends.

If he hadn't loved Ladybug first, he would've probably fallen for her.

Before he knew it, Adrien found himself on a rooftop across from Marinette's house. He contemplated visiting her.

He sighed. He didn't think that would work. Now that she knew his identity, she would act the same way around his superhero persona as she acted around his civilian form.

He was about to carry on with his patrol when he saw a small, red… thing flying around in Marinette's room. It seemed it was trying to calm Marinette down since she was pacing around her room and rambling her mouth off.

He squinted. He recognised that little red creature. It was…

His eyes widened and he took out his baton and headed straight home.

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"Plagg, this is amazing! The love of my life is one of my closest friends!"

"Well, it was about time."

"What do you mean by that?" Adrien asked as he sat up on his bed. His eyes widened."Wait, you knew?"

"Well, yeah," Plagg shrugged. "But it's not like I could tell you. You two had to find out by yourselves.

"I suppose that makes sense. I just can't believe it."

Marinette was Ladybug. Ladybug was Marinette.

His "just a friend" Marinette was the love of his life.

His smile dropped. Did Marinette even like Adrien? After all, she did keep rejecting him for the man that she loved. That could mean that she still didn't like him, even though she knew about his identity.

"Plagg? Do you think Marinette will ever like me? On both sides of the mask? I mean, she always stutters around me and basically tries to avoid me at all costs. And she's always rejected me for that crush."

"Kid, just stick to cheese. It's way less complicated than all this love stuff you keep talking about.

"Why did I think you'd help?"

Adrien sighed, laid back on his bed and stared up at the plain ceiling. His lady would never fall for him.

He slowly grinned. Unless…

He got up from his bed and went to his desk with some paper and a pen.

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Marinette yawned as she entered the classroom. She stayed up so late because of Chat Noir's identity and homework and so much other stuff. If she had it her way, she would sleep for the rest of the month.

She got to her desk and immediately put her head in her arms. Maybe she could get some sleep in before class started.

"Hey, girl! You won't believe the news I have for you!"

Marinette inwardly groaned. Maybe not, then.

She sat up and gave Alya a small smile. "What's up?"

"Well, you know that big scoop I was-" Alya stopped suddenly and looked at their desk. "What's that?"

Marinette looked to where her best friend was pointing. There was a letter on the desk, with a single rose on top. How did she miss that?

She put the rose aside and opened the letter.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise;

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith;

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

"Who left this here?" Marinette asked after she finished reading the letter.

"I don't know. What, you have a secret admirer or something?" Alya asked as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"No!" Marinette replied defiantly. "It's just, uh-"

"Just what?"

"Oh, would you look at that? Class is about to start. I need to go to my locker. You know, get my books for the day and stuff. See ya later!" She quickly stood up and bolted from the room.

"Uh, okay, then."

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"Who could have sent me that love letter? Mark my words, when I find out, I'm gonna give them a piece of my mind."

"Calm down, Marinette," Tikki said. "You shouldn't be angry or else you'll get akumatized."

"Yeah, Bugaboo. Listen to your kwami."

She turned around at Adrien's voice and gasped.

"Bugaboo? How do you- You-you knew?"

"Found out last night."

"You little-"

"Calm down, Bug. I won't tell anyone." She didn't know whether to punch that shit-eating grin off or to kiss it off.

"You better not," Marinette replied. Adrien laughed and they both headed to class.

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Marinette should've known he wouldn't stop.

She kept finding love letters in the oddest of places. Her sketchbook, her backpack, even in her bedroom.

She did not want to know how he pulled that off.

She really should've known better. And everytime she looked around the room, she would find his stupid grin on his stupidly handsome face.

He was lucky she loved him, or else she would've bashed his head in a long time ago.

She sighed as she walked into the locker room with Alya. She was honestly surprised that no one had found out that it was Adrien giving her those love letters. She swore he grinned everytime she groaned at whatever sappy thing he wrote. Someone should've noticed by now.

"Girl, you look like you haven't been getting a lot of sleep. What's up?"

"Oh, you know," Marinette started, "Designing, homework, the usual." She opened her locker to collect her books.

"Yeah, but-" her best friend cut herself off as they both watched a pile of love letters swarming out of her locker.

"Wow, girl. That's a lot of love letters. Watch out, Adrien might get jealous."

"The thing is, they're all from Adrien, Alya. I can't get him to stop. Believe it or not, I don't want him to."

"Girl, tell me everything."

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"Good evening, M'lady," Chat greeted as Ladybug landed next to him. "How are you feline?"

"I don't know, Chat, but it's not a good feeling," Ladybug grumbled. "Those love letters you keep giving me are certainly part of why I’m acting this way."

"Oh, come on, Bug. Don't tell me you're tired of hearing of my undying love for you."

"Chat, you know-"

"Ladybug! Chat Noir! Give me your Miraculous!"

"This conversation is gonna have to wait, Minou. We have an akuma to fight."

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Marinette groaned as she saw another love letter on her desk. As always, with a single rose on top.

"Wait, girl, I thought you loved the fact that Adrien kept giving you love letters."

"I do. It's just- it's a lot sometimes, you know?"

She went to sit down at her desk and opened the letter.

"You know what? That's it! Come here, Adrien!"

She didn't wait for his response as she took his hand and led them to the locker room.

"You know, you didn't have to drag me all the way here. I have feet and I know how to use them."

"Shut up, you tomcat!"

He shut up.

"Why do you keep giving me these love letters?"

"Well, I-"

"Don't answer that!"

"Okay…"

"Do you know how crazy this has been driving me? I can't sleep at night because of your stupid love letters. How did you even manage to leave one in my bedroom?! You know what, don't answer that too. Adrien, I love you, but this is really stressing me out."

Her mind registered what she said at the end and she covered her mouth.

"You… love me?"

"Yes," she sighed. She figured it was about time she told him about her feelings. "I have loved you since you gave me your umbrella."

"So you’ve loved me this whole time?"

She nodded.

Adrien grinned. "So… you kept rejecting me… for me."

"And you kept saying we were just friends when I was actually the love of your life."

"We're so stupid," they said simultaneously. They looked at each other and laughed.

"Well, Mari," Adrien started when they started to calm down. "I was trying to show you that I loved you, but we were speaking two different languages. Now that I know who you are, I’m trying to speak your language."

"You're such a romantic," she scoffed.

"I know," Adrien said with a grin.

We'll, we're here now, and that's what matters. Know that I'll always love you." She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"Now, let's get out of here before Alya comes to her own conclusions about why we're taking so long," Marinette said as she grabbed Adrien's hand.

Despite the staggering amount of love letters she had from him, she decided that she wouldn't have wanted this to happen any other way.

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