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tsumtsumland · 3 years

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𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕜𝕪𝕦𝕦 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟.

ft. Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Ojiro Aran, Akaashi Keiji, Sakusa Kiyoomi & Suna Rintarou.

❥ Miya Atsumu - The Maldives! Sunshine boy takes you on a sunny trip, a little cliché but so worth it. Crystal clear waters, a private bungalow over the water, just you and him in your own little world? Perfection. He’s going to be all over you most of the time, and are you complaining? Absolutely not. You two do make them for other activities though, I see Atsumu as a super active person so definitely snorkeling, surfing and sailing are on the list. Then wind down with lazing around in a hammock in the middle of the ocean, couples massages at the underwater spa, candle lit dinners on the beach, chilling in the private infinity pool in your bungalow, and just fully enjoying your time with each other. Your honeymoon is the definition of fun and relaxation, and resident exhibitionist Atsumu somehow convinced you to shower naked with him in the private outdoor shower of your bungalow... you’re starting to see the appeal now ;)

❥ Miya Osamu - Taiwan. One word...FOOD. Taiwan’s got an amazing array of food that Osamu would love to try with you, from street food to fine dining. With some of the best night markets in the region (and you know Asia’s got the good night markets), you’ll be full and satiated...in more ways than one ;) Of course it’s your honeymoon so you’re gonna be staying at a hotel with a view of Taipei 101. He takes you on a day trip to Kaohsiung just to walk around Love River, and to see Lotus Pond! Then another trip to Wulai to soak in the hot springs with a view of the waterfalls. Your man goes all out to make the trip memorable and romantic, he spares no expense when it comes to making you happy.

❥ Oikawa Tooru - Cappadocia. One of the most beautiful places on earth. I always see Oikawa as a traveler, someone in search of new adventures and trying new things, he’s also someone that wants to make an impression, especially on his beloved. Capadoccia is like something out of a modern day fairytale. I’m sure you’ve all seen those hot air balloon photos, and yeah, you guys definitely do that...for the gram, and the memories <3 You both switch off for the trip and just enjoy each other, and the beauty your destination has to offer, open air museums, camel rides (he definitely falls off his camel) , atv rides, the FAIRY CHIMNEYS! He probably begs you to go on a hike with him because he’s so used to doing them in Argentina for fun, and when you give in you don’t regret it because it leads to you to one of the most beautiful sunsets with the love of your life...

❥ Ojiro Aran - The Netherlands. I know, it’s not the first place one would think of for a honeymoon but you and Aran can’t think of a lovelier place to wind down after all the stress of planning and having your wedding. Your days are filled with exploring gorgeous Amsterdam, cruising through the canals on a private boat, long walks or bike rides together through the scenic city, and eating some of the most delicious food you’ve ever had. Aran can’t help it but take tons of photos of you when you visit Keukenhof Gardens, the tulips are in bloom, and he is reminded of why he’s absolutely smitten with you as he watches you walk through them. He takes a page out of Atsumu’s book and makes a cheesy joke about you being more beautiful than any flower, and he actually means it. He indulges you on a trip to the Van Gogh Museum, and he actually really loves it. You both leave with a stunning replica of “Almond Blossom,” because it reminded him so much of the cherry blossoms at home.

❥ Akaashi Keiji - Denmark. Another not-so-popular honeymoon destination, but it’s perfect for you and Akaashi, after all it is the home of one of the most famous fairytale authors, Hans Christian Andersen. You both spend your days touring castles in Copenhagen, and taking romantic boat rides through the canals (Europe loves these doesn’t it?), visiting Andersen’s hometown, relaxing at picturesque cafés and reading, visiting the lovely medieval village of Ribe, and taking all the aesthetic couple photos! And of course, exploring the stunning Tivoli Gardens. It’s quiet, quaint, and charming, much like your beau <3 and it’s the perfect destination for your fairytale getaway.

❥ Sakusa Kiyoomi - Prague, Czech Republic, a city of unparalleled beauty and elegance, just like your suave companion. You both honeymoon in the down season, where the crowds are less. I truly believe Kiyoomi is a romantic, and he definitely believes in the age-old rumor that a kiss in front of the statue of the romantic poet Karel Macha in the Petřín Hill Park on May Day will make your love eternal, so that’s how you start your first day in Prague after breakfast <3 there’s also the rumor that couples who kiss under a blossoming cherry tree on that day will last forever. So you guessed it, you both spend the entirety of your first day in Prague, on the hunt for said blossoming cherry tree. He makes up for it with a scorching kiss that leaves you tingling from the tips of your toes all the way to your ears when you do find your tree. Your time in Prague is spent going to an opera, romantic dinners every.single.day, putting your love lock on one of the many bridges, cruising on the canals, and to avoid all the crowds, a visit to Prague Castle before the sun rises to enjoy a magical stroll around the squares and courtyards as warmth paints the sky.

❥ Kuroo Tetsurou - New York...to be young and in love in New York City~ listen, I know New York isn’t your typical honeymoon destination but it just suits Kuroo so well! There’s so much to do! Can you imagine how fancy he’d be at all times? Especially in fall/winter fashion! Yeah, so we’re going with that. You guys go to Broadway, ice skating at Rockefeller in front of the big tree, stay at the Plaza cause it’s iconic, he gives you flowers at the top of the Empire State (like chuck and blair 😭 I miss gossip girl), eat good pizza in Little Italy, eat all the things at Chelsea Market, take walks around Central Park, have coffee at Ralph Lauren’s, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s Blue Box Café! It would be the most amazing honeymoon, with Mr. Fancy himself.

❥ Suna Rintarou - South Korea. Seoul is easily one of the most instagrammable places in the world, need I say more? You and Suna spend most of your time doing the absolute most at places like the TrickEye Museum, 2D café, Lotte World, giant library at Starfield Mall, and yeah, you two rent those Hanboks when you visit Gyeongbokgung Palace (Suna is mortified but does it to make you happy anyway). You two have pictures of everything, so many pictures. Who said being married had to be boring? You two hit up the clubs in Itaewon, and act like the horny teens you are on the inside, well he legit just sits in the booth while you give him a lap dance. Also, a nighttime visit to Namsan Seoul Tower to see the stunning views of the city, and to put your love lock on the observation deck with thousands of others. Suna tells you it’s lame but he literally had a special heart-shaped lock made for you both with your names engraved onto it <3 who’s the lame one now, Sunarin?

Thank you to @honeybunny-sawamura for letting me badger her with these hcs💕💝

Also do tell me who you guys want to see next!

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sourstars · 3 years

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a study in perseverance

Ushijima is brilliant in his own right. After an immense failure, he reteaches you how to blossom and be your own type of brilliant, too.

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SUGGESTED LISTENING: bundle of joy from the inside out soundtrack (trust me, listen while reading)

SOURCES: one / two / three!

REQUESTED BY: @sugacookiies / “hi ghostie!! congrats on 100 hehe, cld i request ushijima wakatoshi + pink please? tq!!”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i’ve never written for him before so idk if i got his character right but i hope so!! // i rewrote this three times bc i wasn’t satisfied with it, and i think that’s the irony with this one, but i genuinely enjoyed writing this with all of my heart and it will be sticking with me for a long time <3

WORD COUNT: 0.9K

WARNINGS: mentions of plants wilting (??)

PAIRINGS: Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader

↳ LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT (??), BUDDING ROMANCE, SLICE OF LIFE ↲

Ushijima, for as long as you’d known him, has always been an ambitious genius.

To many, he was unreadable in and out of the heat of his passion, but for you he was simply undefined.

Pink is a color that never gets old.

A blank canvas with the destiny to be a masterpiece, he was the clear distinction of the divide between the favorites of the universe and its second choices — a hopeful dream of there are so many things I will become in the face of doubt, and the reminder that where few prevail, others can fail.

But you do have to give him credit; through the many times you have stumbled, failed, and barely have risen again, Ushijima has reminded you to accept the failures, but not the defeat that comes with them.

It is a color of kindness, generosity, and both the gifting and acceptance of nurturing.

He meets with you on a cold, dreary spring day, waiting at your train station stop with a bundle of flowers in hand, and when you come to stand in front of him wordlessly, he offers you the gift.

“Here,” Ushijima says. His hand grips yours firmly as he turns them upright, using the base of his palm to make your fingers wrap around the plants. The stems are cold and a little damp, but the bright pink tulips are a welcomed sight against your dejection, and when Ushijima doesn’t release his grip right away, you know this is another lesson from him.

His voice brims with promise, and when he gives you a small smile that screams of experience, you know you must listen.

But the truth is...

“There’s no such thing as too little time, so bloom with them,”

The sun is setting when he bids you farewell.

So, he does what he always has, his lips placing a delicate kiss upon your temple while your hands pull him in for a warm hug before you embark on your journey home. You make it to the corner of your street until you have the urge to turn, and when you do, you’re met with a surprising sight.

It is a color of possibility.

Ushijima is on the opposite end of the street far from you, and much like you, he’s turned his head to look over one last time before the day ends.

“I will see you again soon,” your hand raises in a big wave, and you clutch the flowers firmly as you stand on the tips of your toes, “And I will have learned by then, I promise!”

It is a color that reminds you of the beauty that is to grow, despite the wilt.

You don’t hear him from the distance, but it doesn’t matter, because you catch the ghost of his smile, and it is utterly contagious as you mirror it, an inkling of butterflies beginning to crowd the pit of your stomach.

It’s two weeks later when most of the flowers have wilted, their once healthy stems now colored with decay, except one.

You’re careful as you pluck the single tulip out of the vase, your fingertips running softly over the velvety petals.

And now it is your favorite...

“So bloom with them...” You mumble, and you turn the flower over in your hands, an indescribable feeling settling into your gut as you look at it from every angle — and then you spot it; the most intriguing discovery.

The cut off price tag underneath the bud of the tulip.

The last standing tulip is a fake.

Your mouth drops slightly, and when you fish out your phone to dial the number you know by heart, you wonder, truly, just how cunning Ushijima Wakatoshi really is.

Because it reminds you of him, and how, even though it took time...

“You brought me wilting blooms, Toshi?” you tease, holding back a huff.

He shuffles around on the other line, and for the show of it all, you sigh softly, letting the tulip petals brush your skin, “Didn’t know you cared so little of me,”

“I care for you very much, and I did not.” He reassures. A beat of silence passes before he continues, and then what he says next throws you in a loop, “I actually grew them myself. The rest was up to them.”

Up to them? you wonder, What does he-

“I assume you’ve found the fake one, then?”

“Yeah, but enlighten me, I don’t get it.”

You listen to Ushijima hum to himself for a moment, before turning away from your window and settling yourself on your bed, the fake tulip in hand.

You are becoming just as brilliant as the genius.

“What are the differences between the real and the fake ones?” he asks you, and your brows furrow, leading you to glance back and forth between the two, “What is one, that the others are not?”

“Well... All I can think of is that one is still in bloom,”

“And why is that?”

“Well, because it’s fake. It’s made of different materi... Oh.”

“Yes. Where others fail, some do not. It is just what you are made of, and if you decide to keep going.”

The laugh that bubbles in your throat is light, and warm, and full of I cannot believe I fell for you like this but you know it’s also the most happiness you’ve felt in ages, and so when you tell him the truth, you hope he knows you mean it.

“You’re a genius, Toshi, did you know that?”

“I did,” He speaks softly, and you can hear the grin in his voice through the line, “I got it from you.”

You are becoming a bloom of your own.

BONUS CONTENT (not included in word count)

“Honey, what’s this?” Ushijima calls, ignoring the sounds of you stumbling around in your new shared apartment, the cabinets to the kitchen opening and closing as you find your way around.

“What’s what?”

“This,” You peek your head around the corner at his words. He’s holding a big cardboard box in his hands, and when your features melt into soft recognition, he only grows more confused.

“Turn it around,” You snort, “It’s all of the most important things we own.”

He listens, carefully shifting the box around until he’s greeted with big bolded letters stating Toshi’s trinkets on the front, and suddenly, it makes sense.

Your whole, ever changing life is in that box.

And to think, it all started with the color pink.

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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two tails | reader x minho |

Three

Pairing: self insert, female reader x lee minho

Genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff

Tags: neighbors au, comfort fic, catowner!minho, catowner!reader, author!reader, bestfriend!seungmin, floristnpunk!jisung, gradstudent!jeongin, agedup!skz, slow burn, plot driven, gradual romance, lil bit of angst, strained parental relationship, explicit language, mentions of food and alcohol, mentions of previous kinda sad relationships

Word count: 5.4k (y e e h a w)

Tagging: @lauraneuuh

Chapters

P | ONE | TWO | THREE | ?

zeal noun

: eagerness and ardent interest in the pursuit of something: fervor

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Seungmin never liked your cooking, or at least, he’d often mumble this into his spoon while beginning his second serving. He was probably just being nice, or respectful. Your best friend of four years had never been less.

Aside from the fact the he had a 70 pound golden retriever, never had you once seen a strand of that golden hair cling to the cloth of his winter coats. In the autumn, he would drive you in his hand-me-down ‘91 Mitsubishi to the city where you would tutor the English students just so you wouldn’t have to bear the cold of the subway. In the summers he would toss soju down his throat with you, sitting on the carpet of your living room and turning his head to the side with a hand raised to hide his glass. In the spring, he would remember your birthday--several months before his--and take you to coffee shops and bookstores, then the grocery store (which he knew you hated) and would buy for you the most expensive beef he could find.

You would cook the meat for the two of you, and he would say that he liked it...even if you had charred it black on the edges.

Seungmin flicked at the little aluminum tab on his beer can while he watched you murder yet another plate of perfectly fine vegetables on your stovetop.

“At least it smells nice.” You flipped the circle of white onion.

“It does.” He returned, nonchalant, flicking the beer tab a little poink.

“You’re being uncharacteristically quiet. Too tired to complain about those dicks from the marketing team? They put you on a shitty pitch again didn’t they?”

“Every pitch is a shitty pitch there. God, you wouldn’t believe the kinds of slogans that they make me say sometimes. It’s humiliating.”

“Hey, you’re the one that took the pay raise over that job at that high school.”

“Well, you didn’t have rent staring you dead in the face and a dog that’s practically active and sentient enough to be a real child.” He slugged down a sip of his drink. “I’m a single father you know.”

“As if!” You choked out your laughter. “Since when did you turn into Hyunjin? You were never one for dramatics anyway.”

“Go get your vegetables, they’ll burn.” He nodded his head to the stove. The thing was, they were already burnt.

You salvaged what you could of the vegetables then placed them over your rice balls (not intended to be balls in the first place) and the chicken strips which had undoubtedly been seasoned just a little too much. You slid the ceramic bowl in front of him. At least it was steaming. That was a good sign.

Seungmin nodded a little in thanks, then let out a less than obvious sigh before taking his first bite.

“Spicy...but good.”

The way that his breath sounded thin made it convincing enough to you that it wasn’t just “spicy.”

He scrunched up his face in that adorably puppy-like way that you had long gotten used to.

“Really. Tell me. It isn’t the pitches. Don’t pretend like I can’t read you.”

Your best friend squeezed his eyes shut with a rather generous slug of his beer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Whaaaat?” You whined a little while opening up your own can. “Oh my god. It’s that girl from the art division. She has a boyfriend doesn’t she? Dammit.”

“No.” Your friend drew the disdain in his eyes up to you from the chicken that had made his nose start to run. He wiped at it quickly.

“I hope it’s not my mother that’s getting to you. She’s too damn nosy for her own good and twice as cocky as she should be. Don’t listen to her. What did she tell you anyway?”

Seungmin poked at his food with his fork then twisted a crispy-tipped red pepper. “Have you talked to him again?”

“--Minho?”

You shied at the memory of meeting him on his morning run two days prior. He would go out at nearly 8:00 on the dot every morning, just when the sun started to peek into the dewy pink and blue mornings.

“You should put on a sweater if you’re going to get up this early for those plants of yours. Don’t want you catching a cold.”

“Yes.” You answered your friend. A tiny ache pinged at your chest--and it wasn’t the kind that felt all twisted. “He asked me to watch the meteor shower with him this weekend. I hope I can cook something edible for him.”

Seungmin’s knee bounced, “Aren’t you at least at little suspicious of him?”

“Suspicious? Why would I be?”

“You hardly even know anything about him, or where he came from, what he does for a living--”

“--Now you’re starting to sound like my mother Seung. Relax. Besides, sometimes it doesn’t take much to feel...comfortable around a person. I mean, look at us! Soju nights started like, three weeks after we met. And I do know where he works. He works for a company that makes windows; fancy ones.”

“Windows?” He cocked a brow.

“He did say that it was kind of boring...”

“I just--” Your friend sighed out, resting anxious hands on his knees. Here he was again, being nice and respectful, like always. “--You could get hurt if you’re not careful.”

“What?”

“I’m saying, don’t get your hopes up.”

“Geez Seung...” Your voice trailed off with a different pain in your chest. This was the kind that twisted.

His expression softened, and he lent a hand to your shoulder, lingering, squeezing lightly. “Your mom...she told me to look after you...not like I do that already with you falling all over yourself and burning things...I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Hm. Thanks.”

“You’re also miserable to deal with when you’re sad. You make me blow my grocery budget with how much frickin’ ice cream and freezer tater tots you force me to get.”

“You like those tater tots too though.”

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Bomi purred in your lap swaddled into a little ball of white, orange, black and brown. She was napping, or rather, trying to nap with the way that her little cat-shaped eyes blinked slowly. You tried your best to soak every little moment of it up: you knew that with her, it would be fleeting. There was something supremely calming about being close to your little furball like this. After all the love that you poured over her in the form of useless cat toys and new cat food every week, this somehow made it all worth it.

You tapped lightly at your keyboard, not too harshly, just lightly enough so that you wouldn’t startle your sleeping cat. The tips of your toes were cold, but you didn’t dare to move to grab a blanket to ruin the moment. Outside, a light spring rain befell on your small cement patio. Droplets of the warm showers patted at the roof of your home softly.

Your eyes had grown tired and dry at this late hour, but the end of the chapter was near. One more time you hovered your mouse over the little notification bar, clicking at it for that one last push of motivation:

Bomi needs to quit MESSING AROUND. Blaze is right in front of her!!! Ahhhh I want them to get together soooo bad

Is Herbie okay?? Poor bb, its so cute how we would do anything for Bomi.

Bomi:

Blaze:

*now kiss*

Are we really getting to the end of Book 1??? This has been such an amazing story N/n, I always look forward to your updates <3 they make my Thursdays hehe

I can feel like something big and bad is coming...oh no...I hope that Blaze and Bomi make it through

A thankful little chuckle hummed on your lips, then you pressed enter to start a new paragraph.

“Oh Bomi,” You exhaled, “If only Blaze knew how you felt too.”

Chapter 27

...The group journeyed through the cavern with flickering white flames dancing and casting shadows on the stone walls dripping in stalactites. Bomi held on to the hilt of her sword tighter with a sense of dread creeping up her throat. Blaze looked onward, much as he had been doing these days.

His leg was wrapped in a bloodied bandage: a reminder of the battle won against the Boar in Hilgram. He had jumped in front of her as he had countless times before.

“Hello??” Blaze’s voice echoed against the long and winding chambers of the cave. In his tone he was confident, but his shoulders still shook with an uncertainty.

Herbie’s little hedgehog feet patted the damp floor, and he looked up at his Princess with fear in his soft black eyes. The little velvet banner wrapped around his body had been torn and tattered from one too many battles.

Had it been darker, Bomi wondered if she had reached out for Blaze’s hand to find in him. She shook her head with her resolve, eyes painfully shut. It was only in the darkness that she allowed herself to want for him.

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Today must be one of those spring-summer days.

Your warbled reflection chased after you in the blue glass of the university’s library windows. You had hoped that no one was on the other side watching you as you wrinkled up your nose to look like one of those devilish gargoyles that you had been writing of the night before. From the inside, rows and rows of books were lined up perfectly, however there were almost no students inside. It always did make you a little sad how few students would be there when you clocked in for your mandatory office hours.

Spring-summer days meant that the businesswomen on the sidewalks had exchanged with trousers with flowing skirts and little clicky ballet flats and each businessman had his tie and collar tugged down. There was a comforting warmth to the spring air that reminded you of your own college days when you and your friends--long gone now--had stayed up late to study, then would scour the buzzing streets for snacks. Things were much simplier then.

At the library’s entrance, budding tulips and geraniums of light purple hues were greeted by round bumblebees. Had the city not been as loud as it was, you could nearly hear the cicadas in the park on the east edge of the shining silver building.

You bowed slightly to the attendant at the desk who always would smile at you with adorable smiling eyes to match. She would often wear earrings of strange shapes that you had never seen before. She wore a lanyard too that had little cat paw prints decorating it; it was because of this you knew she was someone you could trust.

“Are you having a nice week?” You said to her customarily.

“Oh, I am. It’s always the same around here. My daughter will be having her baby soon! Sometimes I think that I’m more excited than she is.”

“You’ll have to tell me when that happens so I can bring her a gift, okay?”

The attendant smiled warmly, and nodded you off with a little oh, you don’t have to.

“Remember your key card this time?” She watched as you jingled around your own keys with the obsessive amount of plastic and silicon keychains.

You tsked. It seemed like nearly everyone in your life had now known how forgetful you tended to be sometimes.

“Yes. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be over there.”

Once more the two of you exchanged little bows and you made your way over to the back of the four storied library with the atrium of trees in between. There was a marble fountain encircled by the trees that had little oval shaped leaves. Two tiny birds, all black, bounced from branch to branch. It was your secret, but you had written about that fountain many times in your writing, but you were the only one who knew that it was real.

You tapped the reader to hear that familiar do-do doot along with the flash of the green lock. As always, the study room was a bit messy with eraser shavings sprinkled about and the odd dry marker laying next to the trashcan where someone had tried to toss it in, but had missed. The minute hand on the wall clock scooted right on to the 12.

“Are you busy?” That fluff on white hair peeked into your study room just like clockwork.

“For my favorite student? Do you even have to ask?”

Jeongin, the oldest and most attentive student in your class hopped in with his adorably boy-ish charm. Regardless of the fact that he was in the last year of his grad degree, it was impossible for him to look that old. You didn’t have the heart to tell him, but he technically shouldn’t have been in your class for undergrads, but you weren’t going to stop him.

“Why’d you decide to take this class anyway?” You would ask him.

He’d answer, “For fun.” with that cute little smile of his.

“I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“I just got here.” You pulled out a seat for him.

“Oh. Good. I was wondering if you could proof read my short story again. I’m having trouble with the ending. I just don’t think I understand all the way how to make it full circle like you said in lecture.”

He unzipped his leather backpack: obviously a gift from someone in his family that must have thought it would make him look his age. It didn’t. What didn’t help further was how he had adorned it with all kinds of keychains; much like your own keys. It was because of this that you knew he was someone you could trust.

His manuscript already had dozens of scribbles in his own handwriting with tons of question marks riddling the margins.

“Let me take a look.”

You skimmed the pages of the short story--one which you had already read the week prior--for all of his new edits. The notes made it a bit hard to read, but you were used to how he would make a mess of his papers now. He leaned in close to you with glossy eyes that might have even twinkled a little like a cartoon. Both of his knees bounced furiously while he watched you read, and would look from the paper, to your face, then back to the paper, then back to your face...

“Is-is it good? Better?”

Jeongin had written a love story. His first one that you had known of. It was about a boy and a girl who had met on an airplane, and had been seated together. The two of them found out that they had shared so much about their two lives without ever meeting until this very moment. They had realized they went to the same high school, worked in the same building, and were travelling for the same reason: to meet up with someone that they had once loved. It was beautiful, tragic, and in some ways, familiar.

“I think that it’s wonderful Jeongin. The edits that you made to it from last week really help with the narrative flow as well as the vertical plot. You’re really good at asking the deeper questions behind the piece like “why are they really there,” and “why is it important that they are there.” All you need to do is tie it up.”

“But howwww?” Jeongin slumped in his wheely chair. “What should I say?”

“Well...” You tapped your pen to your lip. “The ending scene is when they land at the airport right? Why don’t you have your main character say something that calls back to all of their similarities and makes it seem like they’ve known eachother all along?”

“But I don’t want it to seem like they’re going to forget eachother.”

“They won’t. You established that they’ve both found something different than what they were looking for in the first place.”

Your student’s face tangled up into concentrated knots and he puffed those thin strands of bleached white hair away from his eyes.

“I could say...‘see you at home’? Or...maybe that’s too cheesy--”

“--No it’s not! If you like it, I think that it also fits the story well. Its like, now they understand, and they’ve got something in eachother now that they hadn’t had before; also juxtaposing with your themes of travelling to make a reference to home.”

“Damn, you’re much better at this kind of stuff than I am...” Jeongin wrote down the new ending on his print out.

“Its just...what I like to do.”

“I’m glad I came.” He grinned out with his mischievous and trademark smile. “How’s your story going by the way? Almost finished?”

“Oh...”

A heat rose in your cheeks. You had decided to tell Jeongin about Princess Bomi a few weeks back, but you had neglected to tell him exactly what the story was about. That was a secret better kept to yourself.

“Its...good. I think. My readers seem to really like it.”

“Maybe you’ll let me read it someday. I bet there would be tons of other people who would like to read it too, you know, outside of the internet.”

“That’s what I’ve been told...” Hyunjin’s urgings echoed in your head. “Maybe...” Your eyes wandered to those scribblings of his. “How about we make a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

“Once we get both of our stories sorted, lets submit them together. I’m sure people would like to read yours too.”

“Mine?!” Your adorable student’s face flushed as deeply pink as the sweater he wore. “Oh no, no no no no no.”

“I’m telling you it’s good! Its relatable, raw, well written. It never hurts to try. How about submitting it for the literary journal they do at the end of the semester?”

“You mean the one that all the arts majors read and fuckin’ eviscerate?? Hell no.”

“Hey, I could get eviscerated too by my chief editor.”

Jeongin gulped with his terrified, brown, cartoon-character glistening eyes boring holes into his manuscript.

You sang, “~Wanna go down together~?”

“A-as long as we’re going down together...I guess it’s worth a shot.”

“Alright then!!”

He made a little sound of disgust, then shoved his papers back into his much-too-old-for-him bag. “That was all I needed to ask you for. Thank you.” He bowed with respect. “I won’t be bothering you for too long today.”

“You wrote a good story Jeongin.”

“Mm. Thank you.” His smile turned into a tiny flustered line.

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STUPID NEW CAT FOOD. AGAIN.

In one hand, you held the crinkled up grocery list with angry doodles of your cat folded into the corners of the page. You didn’t quite know if cats had eyebrows like the ones you had drawn onto your cat’s smug face, but you were for certain that this cat must’ve had them...and they were angry.

Bomi had selfishly decided at the end of your week that she no longer liked the last brand of cat food that you had found on the shelves of the grocery store. It was the brand stored next to the one that you had nearly concussed Minho with.

You were at your wits end. There must have been something wrong with your cat--to hell with her being a picky eater. Maybe she really was just a little alien inside there. A little alien that hated cat food. The image of you sitting at your dining table across from Bomi eating two plates of people food crossed your mind. She picked up the fork with her white paw and dabbed at her mouth with a cloth napkin. The idea didn’t seem the most out of reach.

In your other hand was your phone opened to the maps app with the small blue dot leading you to the specialty pet store.

“Damn spoiled, stuck up, good for nothing, pain in my as--”

“Hey! Blossom??”

Your head whipped around so fast you cracked the bones of your neck with a startling pop. You rubbed at your neck to ease the pain.

“You okay?”

At first you figured you must have dreamt him up in your neck-induced-pain. You cursed at your overactive imagination, still just as strong as it was when you had been small.

Blaze in the flesh he was alllll the way from his battered Converse to his stupidly handsome curly hair.

You laughed out incredulously with a hand still glued to the back of your neck.

“Didn’t think that I would be seeing you around here again. Or at least, I was kind of hoping that I would.”

He marched right up to you with that same smile you had pictured on Princess Bomi’s companion countless times before. Today he wore a leather jacket over the arms that you knew were covered in all kinds of flowers and vines. It hadn’t quite hit you yet that he had said he was hoping to see you.

“Sorry if I startled you. I was just...really surprised.”

“You’re fine, it’s fine.”

You neck didn’t tell you it was fine.

“What are you doing around here?”

“Pet store.” Was all you could get out. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you, but for someone who worked at a flower shop, he did end up smelling an awful lot like flowers. It was a sweet aroma, much like your garden.

“Ahh, I just got off.”

You walked on, also not noticing that he had started to follow you a couple steps behind.

“I realized I didn’t get your name last time.”

“Oh. It’s Y/n.”

He hummed with a smirk. “I do kinda like Blossom more.” He crammed his hands into his pants pockets with a wistful little sigh. “Pretty nickname for someone as pretty as yourself.”

“Psh. Stop.” You had said it sarcastically, but you didn’t intend for your heart to skip as harshly as it did when he had said so.

“You’ve got a pet then? Dog? Cat?”

“Cat. Just one.”

“I wish I could take care of a pet like that. Don’t think I would be too good at it though. I see myself as more of a plant person. They’re quiet, don’t do too much, and they sort of love you back in their own way.”

“How's that?”

“By growing. And flowering. Changing colors and looking good in your windowsill. Nothing too crazy.”

“I...guess I can see what you mean.”

He flicked at the black hoop pierced into his lip in the way that you certainly hadn’t forgotten; and you were one for forgetting much.

“Mind if I go in with you? I don’t have a whole lot going on.”

Jisung. You had also remembered his name. He carried Blaze with him in the way that he had that fiery glint in his eye like he knew he was getting away with something. He was brash and forward, and charming as all hell. The sunset of blood orange and cotton candy pink seemed to melt into his shoulders where he stood before you in the golden hour of the evening. A yellow carnation was tucked into the pocket of his jacket.

“You don’t have to...”

He had already made up his mind, and swung open the door to the pet shop neighboring the floral shop. You didn’t know how you had missed it.

The squawking of birds chimed with the bells hung over the shop door.

“You coming?” He held it open for you.

You sheepishly entered before him, nearly tripping on the little incline to the entrance and catching yourself three seconds before disaster.

Jisung prompted, “Lead the way.”

Normally you would have been concerned over the cleanliness of the store, but that seemed insignificant compared to the way that he looked around all in his Blaze-like wonder. He widened his eyes at the rows of fish tanks and twiddled with the little feather cat toys at the ends of the isles.

Granted, he seemed much more immersed in the kinds of aquatic plants and moss balls that they had rather than the cute bunnies and mice, but still, you couldn’t help but shy away when he caught your glances.

“Glad that I joined ya Blossom.”

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There was something about Minho that felt like a lullaby. He wore a lavender colored sweater when he arrived at your doorstep: of course it was pooling into paws at his hands as always. The collar dipped deep enough for you to see the tops of his collarbones, and they were gorgeous and curved. His eyes wrinkled a little under his wire framed glasses when he would smile: that of which would also look like the little grin of a bunny. Effortlessly his brown hair kissed his forehead.

He would speak softly and carefully, and listen to everything that you had said to him as if it was the most important thing in the world. His feet were too big for your spare pair of house slippers and he had a tiny hole in his khaki pants right by the waistline. Minho greeted Bomi with a tiny “aigoo” and she let him sweep her up into his arms where he bounced her lightly. She would never let you do that. Traitor.

“Your home is very...you.” He had complimented. You had no idea what that meant.

His lips were pink and glossy with drips of that peach soju that you had bought in the hopes that he would like it. It turned out that it was his favorite flavor.

You wanted so badly to kiss the peachy flavor off of those lips.

He had laughed a little at your array of cat-related home decor, laughing the most at your dish towels that had two fat cats on them that looked like chefs. He said that he had seen a movie once and the characters reminded him of that.

The two of you sat outside on your patio on the wire chairs that would imprint designs into the back of your legs. The air mixed with the smell of your citronella candle and the scent of the roasted duck that you had attempted to make for him. You really shouldn’t have tried to make something for the first time when it was also his first time coming over.

Maybe he was just being nice, but he had said it tasted good.

It did not taste good, but rather harshly of salt and too much rosemary.

Bomi rubbed at his legs under the table and even hiked herself up on two feet to peek into his lap. As much as it hurt to see your traitorous cat act this way, it was because of this that you knew he was someone that you could trust. Minho gave her head scratches and insisted to help you with the dishes--a mistake on his part. It took all of two minutes before you had a mishap with the detachable sink head, and soaked through his sweater.

“Maybe I just shouldn’t trust you with water then?” He chuckled while dabbing away at the fabric.

“That probably would be best.”

Minho was a lullaby in the way that he laid down next to you on that quilt you had made in a crafting class some years ago. All of the patches were disjointed the the color scheme made very little sense, but it was stull functional. He kept his hands folded to his chest with reverence. His chest rose and fell calmly, and his body heat floated over to you. His presence was something familiar and still something that you couldn’t place.

“Are you getting tired?” He asked you gently.

You lied, “No, just resting my eyes.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have had that much soju then.” He joked into the open air.

“How much longer?”

“At least thirty more minutes.”

He was so warm. Warmer than any chill of the spring night.

First you would have kissed the peachy flavor on his lips. Then you would have cuddled all up into that lavender sweater which you imagined to be even softer than cat’s fur--or rather--it looked like it could have been.

“Do you know any constellations?” Minho pointed up to the sky.

“Not really.”

“Well, that one is Ursa Major...and over there...that’s Leo. Can you see that it sort of looks like a triangle?”

“Yes.” You had said, but really you didn’t have a clue, you liked it more hearing him talk about them. “Where did you learn about constellations?”

“Long time ago. I think it was in school, but, that was so, so long ago.”

The cool grass under the quilt rustled when he had leaned back up to sit, then dragged quilt attempt #2 over your body and his.

“It was getting a little cold.” He quietly announced.

His simple action of doing just that heated up your whole body now knowing that the two of you were trapped together, inches apart.

Minho tucked his arms to prop up his head. “Thank you for cooking for me. I haven’t had someone other than my mother cook like that for me in a long while.”

“I’m sorry...I know that it was pretty inedible--”

“--And thank you for allowing me to come over too. I...realize...I don’t really know what I’m doing that well. I kind of invited myself...I hope that I’m not putting pressure on you or anything...”

“--Doing what well?” Your heart leapt into your throat.

“I just haven’t done this in a really long time.”

This.

What the hell was “this?”

“I’m not following...”

“Letting myself do something fun. Something nice and relaxing.”

You had formed a painful little “Oh.” on your lips. Your idea of this was different from his after all.

“--Something nice and relaxing with you.”

Another “Oh.” formed, but this one was a thankful one.

“Can I tell you something?” Minho’s voice was barely in a whisper.

“What is it?” You looked over at him and he was wrapped in the navy blue light of the night. You could have sworn that you could see the faintest inkling of stars in his eyes.

He looked back at you in earnest. “I’ve been...scared, too, since moving back out here.”

“W-why?”

“There was something in me that was telling me that moving out here wouldn’t fix everything, and that I would be stuck forever on those things that happened, and the things that made me unhappy.”

“Minho...what are you saying?”

“-Got my heart broken. Back then. As cliché as the sounds.” He laughed, and it even sounded a twinge embarrassed. “I ran away from it to here. I had figured that it would give me time to get it all back together again.”

“I-I’m so sorry.”

“Running is good and all when you can physically remove yourself from what’s chasing you, but some things...”

Your chest felt heavy. “I know exactly what you’re talking about.”

“You do?”

The first summer cicadas had started their nighttime chant, and their hisses ebbed and flowed like sea waves.

“I feel like...these expectations that my family has of me, my mother...I can’t ever escape them. They’re always there and burned into my head. I think of them even when I don’t want to: get a better job that “contributes”, get married, have grandkids...”

You paused with your own eyes cast up to the sky. The massive expanse seemed unfathomable.

“Why is it that we can’t ever be happy doing the things that are supposed to make us happy?”

The first meteor flew past your eyes with the speed of light, barely slow enough for you to catch it.

The second was a bit slower, and traced after it a millisecond of white spectral dust.

“Did you see that??” Without thinking, you poked once at Minho’s arm.

You couldn’t see, but he had grinned with a weak smile. “I did.”

All at once, the sky was illuminated with brilliant streaks of light and their white hot heads that would fade and dissapear just as quickly as they arrived. They tore through the sky with astonishing speed and you traced the outline of each line as fast as you could.

“There’s so many.” You wondered aloud.

Under the warmth of the haphazard blanket, fingers twisted into yours: careful and tentative, soft and curious.

Minho breathed out, “I feel pretty happy right now.”

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songsformonkeys · 4 years

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Burning Alive (dave york x reader)

summary: Dave York smut, inspired by the lyrics to the song Fire Meet Gasoline by Sia

word count: 2600

rating: explicit

warnings: there’s no plot here, just filth

notes: Thanks to my lovely friend @yespolkadotkitty for beta and enabling this weird and sudden obsession with Dave York <3

Link to AO3

Burning Alive

It's a beautiful house, small but picturesque. It has a big wrap around porch and it is painted in a light shade of blue, which you suspect makes it blend into the sky on cloudless days. It's too dark to tell now. There isn't really a garden but rather a big expanse of grass with the occasional appletrees strewn about and, standing just outside the front door, you would have the most beautiful view of a mirror-flat lake during daytime. The place would look like the perfect postcard. If it weren't for the four dead bodies inside and the, close to, overwhelming smell of gasoline.

”Come on now. Strike the match,” your partner says, a little impatiently, as he emerges from the depths of the house with the now empty canister of gasoline. You have half a mind to tell him to chill and ask him if he'd preferred that you set fire to the house while he was still in it, but you're a little too afraid of what the answer would be. Besides, you know that whatever argument you start with a man like Dave York, you're going to regret later.

Dave snaps his gloved fingers. The sound of the snap is dulled but it gets the point across. You pull the box of matches from the pocket of your jacket and strike one. For a moment, as the small flame flares up, it feels like time is slowing down and you look up at Dave's face. He's watching the tiny flame too and the harsh shadows the glow casts across his face makes him look just as dangerous as you know he is. You want him to kiss you senseless, take you right then and there against the car. Your grip on the match tightens and you toss it into the house before you accidentally snap it in half.

The flames immediately take hold and start spreading. Dave spares it only a moment's glance to make sure the match survived the trip through the air before turning back to the car. You stay for a few moments longer, to watch, feeling a sense of wonder at the beauty and power of the flames as they engulf the house.

When you eventually tear your eyes away and turn to join Dave, you catch him leaning against the side of the car watching, not the house but you. It's too dark to make out the expression on his face but you know and as you walk over to him you put a little extra sway into your hips.

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The car ride back to the motel is silent, apart from the purr of the engine. The purr might as well be coming from you. The thrum of excitement and anticipation has your body feeling taut like a bowstring. Every time Dave moves, you almost jump out of your skin. You never know when the first touch will come and his face is impossible to read, even after years of watching him. Sometimes you don't even make it off the scene of the crime before he's on you, and sometimes he suggests you stop for dinner on the way home and by the time his hands finally touch you, you're close to tears. You can't tell which scenario you prefer.

You and Dave have been working together for five years. On the job, you know just how he works and what he's capable of, but outside of the jobs you do, you know next to nothing about him. You don't know what he does other than killing, if he has a different job or a family even.

Dave knows more about you than you know of him. You don't know exactly how much. He knows where you live at least. He proved that a couple of years ago.

It had been a particularly nasty job. Things had gone to shit, the wrong mark had been killed and you had decided that was the final straw. You wanted out. So the next time the phone rang with an offer of a job, you ignored it. It rang again half an hour later. You ignored that too. After the third time, it stopped ringing. As the day passed, you felt lighter, like the air was a little easier to breathe. You went to the movies by yourself and watched a movie you had little interest in, but you felt normal. On the way home afterward, you even bought a bouquet of yellow tulips. You felt free.

Right up until you'd entered your apartment and found Dave in the kitchen. He'd been furious, demanding to know where you'd been. He'd paused for a second when he spotted the flowers in your arms. It had been as if he couldn't quite fit the puzzle pieces of you with flowers, instead of a gun or a knife, together. The confusion lasted for a brief moment before he'd stalked over to you. You'd dropped the flowers, ready to defend yourself, but Dave hadn't fought you, at least not in the traditional sense. Instead, he'd crashed your mouths together with a force that you thought might crack a tooth. That was your first time. After a kiss that felt like a punishment, you had proceeded to rip each other’s clothes off, the tulips trampled to bits on the floor, before Dave had bent you over the kitchen counter. And as he'd sunk deep into you, he'd leaned over your back to hiss in your ear:

”You don't get to quit. We burn together, you and I”.

Sometimes you still entertain the thought that he will show up at your home again, but deep down you know that if he does, it'll be to kill you.

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You get to the motel and Dave kills the engine. He doesn't say anything and there's a frown on his face. It doesn't matter. You know the drill. In a smooth motion, you slide out of the car and walk towards the front desk. As you walk, you can feel the slick between your legs that has begun to seep through your panties. You rent a room for the night and the person behind the desk hands you the keys without barely even looking at you. You wonder if that's something they've trained themselves to do. The people who come to a place like this don't want to be seen.

As you walk out, you wave the keys in the air for Dave to see before heading straight for the room. You hear the car door open and slam shut behind you. The numbers on the keyring are a bit worn and it takes you a minute to figure out whether the last number is an 8 or a 9. In the end, you're 90% certain that it's a 9 and you decide to try it.

You have barely gotten the key in the lock when two hands suddenly grip your hips roughly and pull you back against a hard chest. You jump, hadn't heard Dave come up behind you, and as the surprised noise escapes your throat you hear him chuckle.

Dave bats your hand away from the key and unlocks the door himself. He yanks the key out and tosses it on the table, where it skids to a stop just before it slides over the edge and onto the floor. And damn if that isn't symbolic of what you're pretty sure is about to happen.

Dave propels the two of you forward, kicks the door shut behind you and before you have time to register what he's doing, he has you pressed up against a wall. His forearm is like a vice across your chest and he uses one of his knees to nudge your legs apart. He's staring you straight in the eyes. There's a wildfire there and you know, without a doubt, that you're gonna let him burn you.

”Dave,” you breathe and when he reaches a hand up towards your face, you think for a second that he's going to caress you. Then he presses the tip of his index finger lightly against your lips and murmurs ”Open.”

You immediately obey and suck the digit into your mouth. Dave makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat and presses closer. You can feel the hard line of his cock firmly against your hip.

The pad of his finger feels rough against your tongue when you suck it deeper into your mouth, still holding his gaze with yours. His hand smells faintly of gasoline.

When Dave pulls his finger out, it's with a soft 'pop' from your lips. His other hand has cleverly worked open the button of your pants and the slow 'tic tic tic' as he pulls the zipper down, sends shivers down your spine.

You've done this so many times before. There's never a question of if this is going to happen, only of when and how. There's an unpredictability about Dave which makes every time feel as exciting as the first.

He holds you trapped against the wall as he works his fingers into your pants and into you. You gasp at the first stretch of his fingers and he wastes no time before hooking his fingers to rub at that spot inside you, that's he's well aware drives you absolutely wild. Your eyes fall shut. You toss your head back and it connects with the wall behind you with a thud.

”Careful,” Dave says, in one of his rare moments of showing consideration.

”The wall isn't what's gonna kill me,” you whimper as his fingers pick up pace.

”I know,” Dave says and your eyes fly open as he roughly thrusts his fingers deeper inside you, forcing you up on your tippy-toes. You don't ask him to elaborate on his comment.

Dave knows just how to keep you balancing on that fine line between pain and pleasure. He's rough but it's what you need, to know for certain that you're still alive. Years of working these jobs have turned you numb to so many things in life. These moments with Dave are the only times when you truly feel something. It's not love. That's too sentimental an emotion. But desire, pure and raw, and all-consuming. You want Dave, and there's no scenario where that ends well.

Your first orgasm has your knees buckling and it's only Dave's arm, still across your chest, that keeps you standing.

In yet another act of kindness, he lets you catch your breath slightly, before he pulls his fingers out and holds them up to your mouth. You lick them clean and he watches you like a starving man.

His fingers are soon replaced by his lips and he gives you a bruising kiss. Dave's left hand rests gently around your throat, his thumb and index finger only just grazing your jawline for support. He doesn't press down, not yet anyway. But with Dave, you can never quite know how far he will take it. Sometimes you suspect that he doesn't quite know either. More than once, after the heat and flames have died out, you've caught him touching a bruise on your skin with an almost surprised look on his face. Like he can't quite remember marking you that way.

It's all part of the Dave York experience, and you want more. Reaching between you, your fingers find the zipper to his green camo jacket. You yank it down and push the jacket off his shoulders before reaching for his pants. Dave doesn't help you. Instead, he just watches you, with his own face inches away from yours and with an infuriating smirk on his lips, as your desperation increases over not getting his clothes off fast enough. It's only when your fingers attempt to sneak under the edge of his underwear that he steps back and lets you go. You stumble as the pressure of his body against yours suddenly disappears, but manage to regain your balance just in time to catch Dave kicking his pants off. He stands before you and for a few seconds, you allow yourself to just drink in the visage of this man before you, wearing nothing but a worn t-shirt and a pair of underwear.

Beautiful isn't the right word, but your body yearns for him.

So you quickly shimmy out of your own pants and soaked underwear, and pull your shirt and sports bra over your head.

Dave holds his hand out for you, like he's asking you to dance. In a way, that's just what this is. When you take the hand, he yanks you close and bites down on your neck as he lets his hands rediscover the newly exposed skin. You can practically feel the bruises forming as he grips your hips tight and grinds you against him for some friction.

”Bed,” he orders and by God if that doesn't send a surge of heat through you. You grip the hem of his t-shirt and begin walking backwards towards the bed. Dave follows but lifts his arms to allow you to pull the shirt off. As soon as he's free of the fabric, he manhandles you onto the bed.

It's half wrestling, a half-hearted attempt for dominance, but Dave always wins and soon he's got you on all fours in front of him, keening as he runs his thumb along your slick folds. You can't think straight. You hear the tear of a condom-wrapper and when the head of his cock pushes into you, you feel like crying from desperation.

Luckily, Dave is well past the teasing portion of the evening and so he immediately sets a brutal pace that would have had you banging your head against the headboard repeatedly, if you hadn't anticipated this and given yourself some extra space.

You moan and say his name, the sounds forced out of you which each violent thrust. His breathing is labored but he doesn't say anything. You're used to this. Dave isn't really a talker, unless it's to give orders.

Your second orgasm is rapidly approaching and you can feel Dave's thrusts getting more and more erratic, which is a sign that he's drawing close as well. Balancing your weight on one arm, you reach down to touch yourself with the other. You're impossibly wet already and your finger slides easily over your clit, which is good because the pleasure is making you rapidly lose all fine motor skills.

Dave comes first, with a low groan and a few more punishing thrusts before he folds his upper body over you to suck a mark into the skin of your shoulder and to reach around and help push you the last short distance over the edge. The second orgasm is just as powerful as the first and this time you actually do collapse onto the bed, with Dave still on top of and inside you.

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Afterward, Dave is still silent. But it's a different silence from the one before, less charged. This is where you take the reins. This is where he shrinks and you grow. He's next to you on the bed, with his head resting on your chest. He looks smaller somehow. Softer. This is where you get to push his buttons.

You grip his chin gently and tilt his head up. Then you kiss him like he's something precious and with each kiss, you feel him break a little against your lips.

”You and I, we burn together,” you whisper. This is all you have and there's no telling for how long. There's no happy ending for people like you. Just a box of matches and the promise of a spark.

#dave york #dave york x reader #dave york/reader #equalizer 2 fanfiction #smut #my fanfiction #burning alive

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alecmagnuslwb · 3 years

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Thunderstorm

Part of my Immortal Inquisitor and High Warlock of Alicante Series

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Thunder crashes and lightning strikes bright through the curtains. Magnus doesn’t even stir, his head still resting comfortably against Alec’s chest his arm tossed across his waist.

Another crash of thunder and lightning hits louder this time and Alec starts the mental countdown in his head.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

The door creaks open the string lights from the hallway shining in. A small shadow appears with icy blue eyes lighting in the dark. Isadora’s bright white hair is messy as she quietly creeps to his side of the bed and crawls into the bed.

She doesn’t say a word just cuddles up next to Alec and he wraps his free arm around her. The thunder hits again and she cuddles up closer and once again Alec starts the countdown in his head.

5, 4, another strike of lightning, 3, 2, 1.

The door doesn’t just creak open this time it slams, two same heighted bodies crashing in and scurrying up on the bed. Magnus startles this time waking just as the twins start crawling all over his legs. Felix rolls till he’s basically wedged between them and Tulip’s tail pokes into his side as she pushes her brother out of the way taking his spot.

“Easy you two,” Magnus grumbles pulling Tulip and Felix both closer to him not even opening his eyes.

“Sorry Papa,” Tulip grumbles cuddling up closer to him. “The lightning just got so scary.”

Magnus runs a hand up and down her back placing a kiss in her hair soothingly before finally opening his eyes. In the quiet sanctity of their bedroom there is no glamour just the bright glowing yellow of entrancing cat eyes that still after all these years never cease to mystify Alec. He smiles at Alec reaching out a hand that Alec grabs and kisses on the back of once.

The thunder strikes again the three little ones in the bed all jumping at the sound. They pull them in closer and then without needing to even start the countdown footsteps come barreling down the hall. Ragnor slips in, his tiny horns, just like his namesakes, are easy to recognize in shadow.

“Come on, it’s okay,” he says tugging at the hand in his. Talia comes in behind him a little reluctantly. She’s only been with them for six months and she’s still a little hesitant sometimes. She calls them papa and dad now and she’s far more outgoing then when she first arrived singing out loud and clinging to her siblings, but sometimes she still feels like she’s taking up space or a burden of some sort. It’s a product of her upbringing before they found her and every day she gets a little better, a little more comfortable.

One day soon hopefully she’ll realize that they all want her to take up their space as much as she wants and needs to. Ragnor has been a huge help in it, the two of them bonding instantly. He’s become the overprotective brother Talia didn’t have to keep her safe the first few years of her life, but she absolutely deserves.

Her hair like diamonds catches in the hallway light as she hesitantly tip toes behind her brother, her steps grow a little more confident and a little more hurried when thunder hits again and she spots her three other siblings already in the bed.

Ragnor tosses himself up on the bed sprawling across Magnus and Alec’s legs while Talia crawls up slowly next to Alec. Isadora wiggles away a bit making room for her sister. He smiles at Talia opening his arm for her to crawl in closer if she wants. She does, taking up the corner of his pillow and resting up against him.

Ragnor falls asleep almost immediately not even noticing the next flash of lightning or crash of loud thunder. He’s likely not even scared of the thunderstorm, he’s just being a good brother helping Talia who was afraid but never would have made the trip into her parents’ room alone.

Alec turns his head meeting Magnus’ eyes once again as the other four start to drift, safe and comforted in the arms of their fathers.

“You think Summer will crack or no?” Magnus whispers across the tiny heads between them.

Alec squints in thought for a moment. Summer is the oldest and she’s reaching that age where she thinks she’s too cool and too old for things like being afraid of thunderstorms or needing her parents help when she learns a new magic trick.

“I’d say it’s 50/50,” Alec hums breaking away from Magnus’ eyes for a moment when Felix lets out a particularly loud snore. “She is too cool for us now you know.” He chuckles thinking of the look she gave him just a few days ago when he took her hand to cross the street. The daggers in her eyes could have leveled buildings he’s fairly certain.

A rumble of thunder louder than any before hits causing all of them, even Ragnor, to startle.

The door creaks open one last time. Evidently the 50/50 was in their favor just this once. Summer comes tumbling in her hair a mess, she shuts the door behind her with a little jump when thunder rolls again. Alec and Magnus smile as she makes her way to the foot of the bed and tosses herself across it face first, pushing Ragnor who doesn’t so much as blink over to make room for herself.

“Not a word,” she grumbles into the sheets kicking her feet a little, her tone is the absolute sass of a preteen.

Magnus chuckles audibly enough that Summer groans.

“Storms are still scary sometimes,” she says shifting onto her side just narrowly avoiding one of Ragnor’s horns.

“Of course they are,” Alec says quietly, he’d reach out and stroke her hair now if his arms weren’t full of other kids. He knows she doesn’t need that touch though that the closeness of her family in this bed is enough.

“It’s a good thing we bought the biggest bed we could find,” Magnus muses finally allowing himself to settle in and his eyes to slowly blink closed. Alec remembers arguing that they didn’t need a bed that took up so much space, they were just two people, two admittedly tall people, but just two people. Oh, how that argument had changed so quickly. Six kids would never have fit in an average sized bed.

Alec goes to respond, but finds Magnus already fast asleep. He smiles looking at his husband and then around at their kids all cuddled and sprawled out around him. The thunder and lightning are already receding the clouds outside the slightly parted curtains clearing and the moonlight shining in.

It catches on some of their warlock marks and on the white streaks currently in Magnus’ hair. He loves all of them so much sometimes he feels like he could burst.

One last strike of lightning catches in the corner of his eye as he settles down further into the covers and into the warm of embrace of his family.

#my fic #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters

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katsujiiccfinds · 4 years

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The Sims Roaring Twenties Radio Music!

by bonbonxoxx

Hey y'all! I created a new radio station for the game called "Roaring Twenties" I was inspired by the Roaring Heights world and thought it was funny when all my sims, who presumably lived in the '20s, were listening to modern day pop music and decided to create a radio station for that era! It has 12 hits from the 1920s some of which are instrumental and others are vocal. The Vocal ones are in English not Simlish, though. Here is the list of songs: 1. California Here I Come - Al Jolson 2. Carolina Moon - Gene Austin 3. Honey - Rudy Vallee 4. I'll See You In My Dreams - Isham Jones 5. If You Knew Susie - Eddie Cantor 6. It Ain't Gonna Rain No Mo' - Wendell Hall 7. Memory Lane - Fred Waring's Pennsylvanians 8. My Blue Heaven - Gene Austin 9. Ramona - Gene Austin 10. Sweet Georgia Brown - Ben Bernie Violin 11. Tip Toe Through the Tulips - Nick Lucas 12. Yes Sir, That's My Baby - Gene Austin (Legality wise they are all public domain as they were all recorded in the United States before 1924). It's in a .package file type, so you will need to have a Mod folder. All you have to do to operate it is click on your music player of choice in game and select it! Enjoy!! Additional Credits: This was made using gamefreak120's Broadcaster.

Download & More Info at ModTheSims

#mods #ts3 #ts3cc #s3cc #music #radios #vintage #tagged by @katsujiiccfinds

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lilwenney · 4 years

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BUT WE WERE HAPPY

pairing: will x female!reader warning(s): alcohol, & so much fluff it hurts my heart word count: 2.2k a/n: i needed will fluff. so i wrote will fluff. based off me & you together song by the 1975 enjoy <3

“Hey, do you need anything from the shops?” She asked Will, propping a foot up on a chair to tie the laces of her trainers.

Will hummed, jogging down the remaining stairs and into the kitchen. “Don’t think so. I went yesterday and got everything we needed.”

“But not bin bags?”

“Alright, so almost everything we needed.”

She laughed and nodded, dropping her foot back to the floor. “It’s okay,” She walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed her phone, her keys to the door, tucking them in the pocket of her jacket. She made sure to grab her mask too, holding it in her hands. “I’ll be the responsible one then. Since it’s definitely not going to be you.”

“Gee is just as bad!” He whined, motioning to the living room where Gee was lying on the sofa. “Last time she went to the shop, she spent most of her money on a new mirror for her room and left like ten quid for food.”

In the living room just off the kitchen, Gee paused her show and tilted her head over the back of the sofa. “Excuse me, do not drag me and my LED mirror into this.”

“It’s alright, I’m off then.” (Y/N) laughed. She walked around the edge of the kitchen table to Will, crossing the space between them and pressing a swift kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

(Y/N) hadn’t been in Canary Wharf for long, a little over two weeks at the most, but she knew the pavement like the back of her hand. In the last few days, she had taken many trips to the nearby shops for necessities, or anything just to get some fresh air, proving to both Will and Gee that she could go and come back in one piece.

While her and Will’s relationship was still relatively new, in its early stages, the sudden events of quarantine happened to speed things up quite a bit. One weekend spent in London with him turned into almost three weeks of sleeping in the same bed and spending every single today together. It was a happy accident, or at least that was how they saw it. In all fairness, they would rather spend however long it would be together than the undisclosed amount of time apart.

She stepped out of the lobby doors, into the warmer Spring weather. London had its moments when it came to weather, it could be bright and sunny at noon, but cloudy and rainy at 12:05, however since events and social life came to a complete halt, the weather had been at its best for the first time in months.

Turning the corner on the side of her trainers, she tucked the straps of her mask behind her ears and strolled into the nearest shop. It wasn’t as packed as she imagined it would be, so she took another second after grabbing the bin bags to look at the miscellaneous things around her. She tossed snacks and other necessities like hygiene products and light bulbs into the basket, and at the last second, tossed in Will’s favorite candy bar on top of everything else before she checked out.

It was a quick trip, there and back in fifteen minutes, she counted when she stepped foot onto the lift. She pressed the button for their floor and then quickly pulled the mask from her face while palming her keys and phone. It was a quick ride up, the lift shooting up the lower and arriving at their floor no less than a minute later.

Walking down the length of the corridor, she could hear music leading her straight to the door of the flat. It was a song she could recognize anywhere, mostly because she played it nonstop for a week after it dropped just months before. She raised a brow before shoving the key into the door and turning the lock, pushing it open to see Will standing behind the sofa, greeting her with a bright smile. She laughed and pulled the key out of the lock, letting the door shut behind her.

“What’s that smile about?” She finally asked, crossing the flat to the kitchen table where she sat the bags down. Will, still with a smile, just shrugged, and she raised a brow. “Oh, I don’t trust you at all right now.

“That makes me feel lovely.”

“The last time you did something without telling me, you accidentally nailed my hairdryer to the holder.” It was supposed to be a cute gesture, and it was in Will’s mind as he screwed the holder into her vanity, but what he also did was drive the nail through the end of her hairdryer, pinning it to where she could no longer pull it out. He bought her a new one to make up for it, but she still brought it up every chance she could to tease him.

“Oh that was so long ago!” He called out.

“It was two months ago,” she said with a playful eye roll.

Opening the bags from the shop, she reached in and pulled out the handful of things she bought, and then she pulled out the last thing, which was a candy bar. She turned her body back to Will and held it up with a smile.

“I thought of you.”

Will’s eyes lit up at the sight of his favorite sweet and he smiled, eyes crinkled. It was her favorite smile of his, admiring how it lit up his whole face. “Thank you, love,” he said as she stepped forward and handed it to him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, taking it from her hand. “And while you were gone, I managed to be a semi-decent boyfriend.”

“Please tell me you didn’t nail my hair straight-”

“I didn’t touch anything of yours.” He cut her off and they laughed under their breath. “But I know you hate feeling cramped up in here since we can’t go out all that often except to the shops, so,” her curious eyes followed him as he stepped over to the balcony doors. She had been so caught up in his smile and their playful bickering that she didn’t even notice what was on the balcony.

Across from their table and chairs, right in the sun laid a blanket across the balcony, pillows cushioning a spot against the glass doors, and a picnic basket sat on the corner accompanied by a bottle of pink wine and flowers.

“Will,” she breathed out, taking a step further. When she looked back up to meet Will’s eyes, she felt her heart swell ten times its size. “You did this while I was gone for ten minutes?”

“Gee helped, but it was mostly me.” He said, stepping out into the sunshine. “I know how much you like going out and having dates at the park and stuff like that. Since you can’t have that, I figured that I could, you know, bring it to you.”

She followed behind him, walking on to the balcony and lowering down onto the blanket. She tipped open the top of the basket to see containers of food and even more flowers. Sitting back on her calves, she shook her head, hands brought to her cheeks as she drank it all in. It was a simple gesture that for her, was so much. It was really the small things.

Will pointed to the basket. “I ordered it off Amazon. That’s why that parcel was so big the other day.”

“Thought that was for your lobster costume.”

“And that too,” he chuckled, “but the basket came in too, and I bought everything else while I was at the shops yesterday.”

“Is that why you forgot everything else? Because you were distracted trying to pick up all of this stuff?”

“Yes,” he nodded firmly with a chuckle, “buying it and hiding it from you was more of a chore than anything else.”

Will squatted down next to her when she reached for the small bouquet of white tulips he had bought. She took them in her hand, feeling the soft petals against her fingertips, and then turning to him with a smile that matched the warmth of the sun beating down on their shoulders.

“This is beautiful, William, seriously.” She said, motioning to everything around her. “Thank you so much. I love it.”

He reached up and grabbed the brim of his hat, turning it around and tilting his head down to kiss her. So overcome with joy, she laughed into the kiss, causing him to smile, and she grabbed his chin to kiss him again.

“I love it,” she repeated, staring into his eyes. They were filled with adoration and another emotion she couldn’t quite decipher, but it was as soft and sweet as the springtime around them. She smiled, her thumb grazing across his bottom lip. “I love you,”

The same smile she loved spread across his face at the realization of her words, the corners of his lips meeting his eyes. Both of Will’s hands shot out, grabbing her cheeks, and kissing her so wildly it knocked them both down onto the blanket. They laughed between kisses as he held his weight above her, peppering her lips, her cheeks with love.

“Can’t believe I waited you out so long you said it before me.”

She paused, looking up at him with eyes like saucers. “You love me?”

“Have for the longest time.” He said kissing her cheek and then moving over, dropping onto his side next to her. She moved her head and looked at him.

“And you waited until I told you to say anything?”

“I mean,” Will paused and looked at the scenery around him, “I tried to show it, you know. I didn’t bloody nail your hairdryer to the vanity on purpose.” He said and she laughed, shaking her head at the memory once again flashing in her mind. “I was trying to do all these things to show you that I love you without… you know, saying it. ‘Cause I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same.”

“Well, if I had known your awful handy work in my flat was a sign of love, I would have definitely told you sooner.” She leaned over and kissed him once more before sitting up. “Okay, can we eat the sandwiches you made now?”

He chuckled, sitting up and opening the top of the basket. “I thought you would go for the wine first.”

“And that too,”

Stripping of her jacket and toeing off her trainers, she sat with her legs crossed and pulled out sandwiches wrapped in red and white checkered paper for her and Will, and then the bags of crisps he had tossed in as well.

Spring time had always been her favorite time of the year, the perfect mix of cool mornings with warm afternoons, and it was a sentiment that she shared with Will. And she thought he was as gorgeous as the season itself when she glanced up at him, clutching one of the sandwiches he had made just minutes prior to arrival back from the shops. He wasn’t looking at her, instead his eyes glazed over the wide expanse of the Canary Wharf and the river below them, the balcony becoming a haven of the seclusion and privacy they both yearned for. It was nice feeling like they were the only ones in their little world, but now that the word has come to a standstill, and they were trying to take advantage of the it as much as possible.

After the sandwiches and crisps, and a series of taking photos of each other, they sat back in the shade, enjoying the music, the view, and the company of the other.

Leaning back, the cool glass of the door pierced against her hot skin and she smiled in relief, her head tilting over and meeting Will’s shoulder in the middle. They sat in the shade of the balcony above them, listening to the river, to the wind, to the music playing from inside, while sipping on pink wine in crystal wine glasses with wide smiles.

But it's true Yeah it's you, you're the one that makes me feel right

She turned and pressed a kiss to his shoulder through the material of his shirt.

We went to Winter Wonderland And it was shit but we were happy

(Y/N) let out a laugh and Will glanced down at her, his cheek meeting the top of her head. “What you laughin’ about down there?”

“The song, it describes us right now,” she said and then repeated the lyrics, “and it was shit but we were happy.”

Will laughed too. “Yeah, sounds about like us.”

“But we make the best of it.” She reached down and grabbed his hand, slowly interlocking her fingers with his. Will smiled and kissed her forehead again before the conversation slowed and the song continued.

Overlooking the view of the river, the O2, the outskirts of London in the distance, she smiled. The last few weeks had been particularly rough from a change of life to a change of pace, and for a while, it felt like things were only going downhill. But Will… the glorious son of a bitch did everything in his power to make her feel a bit more in tune with her old life, which included breaking out the picnic blanket. And it made her happy. It made her realize that while she was in love with him, she was also falling in love with her life with him.

I've been in love with you for ages And ages, and ages I've been in love with you for ages

#AHHHHHHHH #will #one shot

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happyheidi · 2 years

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my love for flowers is endless 🌷 x

#tip toe through the tulips <3 #cottagecore #nature #naturecore #flowers #flowercore #warmcore #bouquet of flowers #tulips #roses

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huesos-sangrientos · 3 years

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Music Tag!

Tagged by @pandirpus and @asdllkshfad Thank you both so much!!!!!! 💙💙💙💙💙

Rules: Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people. No skipping!

1) Baby I Love You - The Yayhoos (For all my Mike/Saul shippers - I think it's their song.)

2) Heartache Tonight - The Eagles (Got Lacho Vibes)

3)Tip Toe Through The Tulips - Cherry Glazerr (I don't know why but I like it when people take songs like this and put a creepy spin on it )

4) Duke of Earl - Gene Chandler (One of the first songs I can remember hearing as a kid, it always stuck with me.)

5) Lean on me - Bill Withers (Love the message 💙💙💙)

6) Banana Boat Song - Harry Belafonte (For my nightshift peeps - song speaks volumes)

7) You are my Sunshine - Johnny Cash (I also enjoy The Phantoms cover of it too.)

8) All These Things That I've Done - The Killers

9) Wait and Bleed - Slipknot

10) Suprise??? - I ship Mike/Jesse to it anyway

Tagging @bite-the-wax-tadpole @lizwontcry @gaymikeehrmantraut @the-dread-wolf-who-dreams @tinkertortillion if you would like to (No pressure or obligation💙💙💙) or anyone who wants to do this. (Apologies if you have already been tagged)

#why I tied fandom and ships into this I dont know #as always I blame 2020 #im a dork #😎

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spaceskam · 5 years

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3 Davenzi ; ik Davenzi angst is hard but like pls

okay i got extremely carried away. i apologize in advanced. anyway heres a ridiculously long davenzi flower shop auwarning: mentions of self-harm/suicidal ideation (which is really odd to say after i just said it was a flower shop au but here we are)

“Hi, welcome to Schreiber’s Flowers.”

David didn’t look up from his sketchbook even as he greeted whoever had walked through the door and made the bell ring throughout the small shop. It had been a slow day and, with 30 minutes left, he was ready to go ahead and close up shop. However, Laura would yell at him for the rest of his life if he closed early. What was the point of owning your own store if you can’t close whenever the hell you want?

“Mom’s like flowers, right?” The voice startled David and he looked up to see a boy standing quite close despite being on the other side of the counter. His bangs hung in front of his eyes as he leaned his elbows on the glass countertop, the tip of his tongue peeking out from his lips as he traced his teeth.

David thought of every slow-motion, heart-stopping, head-spinning scene in every romance movie or show or novel and how he’d always assumed they were stupid. And, honestly, they were stupid. Incredibly stupid. But suddenly this guy was in front of him and his body temperature rose and he almost forgot he had a job to do.

“Um, yeah, I’d say so,” David responded after an embarrassingly long time. The guy flashed a lopsided grin, sinking further onto the counter until he was gazing up at David through his hair. He was easily the cutest guy he’d seen all week. When he smiled, he definitely might be the cutest all year. Bless whoever sent him his way.

“It’s your job to say so.”

“Maybe,” David mused, crossing his arms as he leaned forward and gave the guy a little smirk. He smiled wider.

“I missed her call last week and didn’t call her back and she’s still mad at me. Got any special flowers for that occasion?” he asked. David bit down on his lip as he scanned his face, pretending like he actually thought about it.

“Depends on how much you wanna spend.”

“Not much.”

David smiled, “Okay.”

They spent the next twenty or so minutes walking around the shop, talking aimlessly about flowers. David was more than a little sure that the guy had no idea what he was talking about, but he nodded like he got it. He smiled sweetly and offered up comments that might pass for witty if David wanted to stretch enough to give him credit. He did.

The guy ended up settling on three yellow Asiatic lilies without much extra filler in an attempt to keep the price down. They still looked pretty and, after David wrapped them up, they were big enough to give the illusion that it might’ve been more expensive than they actually were. David leaned his elbows on the countertop and the guy mimicked. His heart thudded harder in his chest when he realized that the flowers were the main thing separating their arms from touching.

“You wanna write a note?” David asked. The guy grinned, nodding his head and his hair covering more of his face. David found it hard to take his eyes off of him when he dug beneath the register for a slip of paper and a pen. He slid it over to him, his stomach tightening when their knuckles grazed.

The guy sat there for a moment, leaning over it and not writing a damn thing before looking up at David with those painfully blue eyes, “What do I write?” David laughed.

“Something simple. Maybe a ‘please don’t disown me’ might work,” David suggested, the guy before him snorting. He really needed to get his name. Or his number. Both, preferably.

“You, sir, are a genius,” he said, pointing the pen at him before crouching back over the paper. Something in David’s chest bloomed, heat making its way through his veins and lighting every inch of him on fire. What the fuck was this. The guy’s eyes peeked up through his hair again, “You wouldn’t happen to have good handwriting, would you?”

David rolled his eyes as he took the pen from the guy’s hand, “You know, I should just say from it’s from the both of us since I’m doing all the work here.”

“Maybe so. What’s your name?” The guy’s tongue pressed to the back of his teeth and David felt lightheaded.

“David,” he answered, pausing to let his eyes skim over him once again, “and you?”

The guy pushed up on his toes, leaning closer, “Matteo.”

Matteo, Matteo, Matteo, Matteo, Matteo, Matteo. The name danced around his mind like it was playing a game, teasing him with the idea that he’d see him after he left the shop. David barely left the flower shop as it was and he lived above it so it wasn’t even like he had the excuse of walking home to seek him out. Instead, he had to wonder if he really should just ask for his number or if he should just let him walk away.

“Here you go,” David said as he tucked the note into the flowers. He had to let him walk away. That was his only real option.

David rung him up and tried to avoid staring at him anymore. That made it a fuckton harder to let him leave without asking to see him again. However, he knew that’s the way it had to be. David didn’t have much to offer. He lived with his sister, worked in his sister’s shop, was too scared to leave the house. He wasn’t inherently social or charming or anything special. He was virtually a hermit.

Matteo, on the other hand, had a smile to light the world and was charming and he carried himself with a confident swagger that screamed ‘I don’t give a fuck what you think about me’. He had books protruding out of his unzipped back that he’d dropped before the front desk, one of which being a biology textbook which meant he was in college and had dreams about life. His phone had buzzed multiple times since he’d walked in, saying he had friends and probably went out. Hell, he’d even been the one to ask for David’s name. He probably wanted someone just as outgoing.

He probably wasn’t even into guys.

“Thanks,” Matteo said as he eventually started heading towards the door, though he walked backward and basically forced David to hold his gaze with some sort of authority he couldn’t say no to, “David.”

Matteo stepped out of the flower shop with a grin, spinning around to the soft ding of the bell. David collapsed into his chair, his head thrown back as his body turned to mush. What gave him the right to say his name like that? It made his head spin. He’d heard the name David come out of a million different people, his own included, and yet none of them sounded so perfect. None of them had sounded like it was specially crafted to fit into someone mouth like it did with Matteo.

“David, are you okay down there? We do close at 5, you know!” Laura suddenly called from the stairway that led to their apartment, shaking him from his Matteo-induced daze. He glanced over at the clock, the big hand and the little hand forming an unmistakable 5:30.

Whoops.

David thought he’d died and gone to heaven when Matteo walked in the next day.

Caught off guard and more than a little flustered, David just barely croaked out a, “hey.” Matteo licked his lips and grinned as he walked confidently up to the counter again, leaning against it on his elbows.

“Hey yourself.”

David couldn’t think of what to say or do. He’d thought about this stupid guy since the moment he saw him the day prior. He could barely hold a conversation at dinner with Matteo on the brain and he couldn’t even think about the dreams he’d had without blushing. He had tried to push the thought of him away when he’d woken up, but it had only started to work whenever he got back from his lunch break.

That didn’t last long.

Matteo’s tongue prodded the inside of his cheek before swiping across his bottom lip, disappearing behind a large lopsided smile and a huffed laugh. Cue the dizziness.

“So, my mom really liked those flowers. Thanks,” he said. David blinked. “Any chance you know anything about the language of flowers?”

“Uh,” he paused, desperately trying to clear his head enough to have a conversation. He could feel his cheeks getting redder and redder by the minute and he wanted to burst of embarrassment. Matteo only seemed to smile through it. “A little.”

Matteo sunk down, his chin resting on his hands that pressed flat against the counter. He gazed up through his hair and David’s fingers twitched, desperate to push his bangs aside to get a real view of those eyes. He didn’t, obviously, deciding to just stare at them and only them, definitely not Matteo’s slightly pursed lips that were too perfect to be real.

“Teach me?”

Fuck.

Every day for the next two weeks, Matteo would turn up around thirty minutes before closing and would stay a little later each day. David was getting a little addicted to his company, spending every moment without him giddy for when he’d turn up next. He couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d had a friend, much less a friend that looked like that, and he was loving every minute of it.

While they had definitely drifted to talking about everything under the sun, they’d gone back to the topic of the language of flowers every once in a while. Matteo thought it was spectacularly funny that they had a whole section of flowers dedicated for rejection and David had done more research than he’d done in his life specifically to tell him more, to get him to laugh more. Aside from that, he’d seemed especially fascinated with the flowers that stood for love, unspoken love, absolute affection, devotion. He said it was sweet that they managed to say so much with so little. David had told him his favorite was the red tulip.

“It’s basically like saying, ‘believe me when I say I love’. It could be for any occasion. Like, if someone was going away forever, they could send that as a final sacrament of their love,” David had explained as they sat on the floor of the flower shop, the doors locked for the night and their backs against the front desk. Their shoulders were touching and it had David soaring.

“That’s really dramatic,” Matteo had teased, “I think you should be able to say that without a big ending. You should make sure the person you love knows that you love them every day of the week.” David remembered turning to face him and discovering their faces were just a few inches apart. Of all the times he’d thought about kissing him, that was the time he regretted the most that he didn’t. Next time I see him, he promised himself.

That was four days ago.

“Your little friend coming today?” Laura asked teasingly as David got ready for work, taking extra time to make sure his hair looked presentable. Matteo never really went out of his way to look put together, but he pulled off the sloppy look better than anyone in the whole world so David didn’t expect him to change that. But that didn’t mean he was going to try to do the same.

“Stop,” David groaned, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face. He’d worked up the courage since he left the night before after spending nearly three hours laying the floor together and talk about anything and everything. Matteo had even opened up to him about his father leaving him and his mother a few years back without much of a warning, fucking off to Italy and only talking when Matteo called him first. David felt bad for him, but he felt special that he got to know something so personal.

That personal admission had prompted David to share something personal of his own‒his sketchbook. Matteo had flipped through it for an hour, trying his best to give artistic comments. He mainly stuck with waxing poetic on how talented he was.

Sometime during that, Matteo’s hand had grazed his own. It had made his whole body tense, head to toe, and he’d stared at him like he was choking him. In a way, he sort of was because he decided not to move his hand away. It was almost like it was intentional.

“When are you going to ask him out?” Laura asked, ignoring his pleas for her to drop it. The moment she’d discovered the reason he was staying late was because of a guy, she wouldn’t stop teasing him. David guessed it was his fault for being completely isolated for two years, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

“I’m not.”

“David! He really likes you!” Laura said and David snorted in disbelief. Where the hell did she get that from? “Oh, so you’re telling me this guy goes out of his way to come spend hours of time with you every single day, but he doesn’t like you?”

“I don’t think he’s into guys.”

“David,” she said, coming up behind him in the mirror and resting her chin on his shoulder, “To me, it sounds like he’s more than into you. He’s probably thinking you aren’t into him. He’s been reaching out for two weeks. Reach out to him. Don’t let what your brain is saying keep you from him. You’re allowed to have someone and be loved, no matter what happened to you in the past.”

David mulled over her words as she smiled, patting him on the back and heading down to open up shop. He stared at himself in the mirror, wondering if maybe she was right. Maybe Matteo was just waiting for him to make a move. Maybe the hand touching, the handful of close-enough-to-be-kisses, and the constant hanging out was him saying he was interested. David had a hard fucking time understanding why someone like Matteo would be even kind of interested in him, but… maybe it was worth figuring out. And maybe, just maybe, if he wasn’t into him like that, he’d still come out of it with a friend.

So, today, for the first time in years, he was going to put himself on the line. For Matteo.

But then he didn’t show.

David stared at the door until well after they closed up, each minute that passed crushing his hopes a little more. That was it, it had to be a sign. The day that he was going to grow a pair and ask Matteo out, he didn’t show. He’d probably gotten tired of him, tired of talking to someone who didn’t have any stories outside of high school and the TV shows he watched. He bored him to death until he didn’t want to see him anymore. Go fucking figure.

That night, David didn’t sleep much. He was too busy trying to figure out if he’d done something wrong the night before or if he really was that boring. For hours, he ridiculed himself for waiting too long, for wasting time and ruining his chances. A guy like Matteo wasn’t just going to wait around forever, especially when David didn’t even fucking leave the house. He was pathetic.

The next morning, David didn’t bother making himself look nice. He let his hair look hardly tame and decided to just wear his sweats. It’s not like anyone would see it. Not anyone important that is.

David trudged down the steps and opened up shop with the same level of gravitas. It wasn’t until he unlocked the door and flipped around the sign that he noticed a note taped to the glass. He blinked in confusion a few times before deciding to grab it off the door. When he looked at it, he nearly stopped breathing.

Things came up, I promise to explain xx

Beneath the messy handwriting was a sloppily drawn flower, the petals colored in haphazardly with a red pen. Beside it read ‘tulip’ with an arrow pointing towards it. A red tulip.

David ran right back upstairs to fix his hair.

“So your mom’s going to be okay and everything, right?”

David watched as Matteo gave a tired smile and nodded. Apparently, something had gone wrong and his mother had ended up in the hospital. He said he managed to slip away for a bit around 3 in the morning which is when he’d left the note. Currently, he was just supposed to go home to take a shower before heading back, but he wanted to stop by to say he didn’t mean to leave him hanging. David’s hopes were higher than ever.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. They’re keeping her for observation,” Matteo said. His voice was soft and he was mostly avoiding eye contact. As special as David felt, he also hated to keep him away. He didn’t know exactly what was going on with his mom, but he wasn’t about to be the reason he wasn’t with her.

“Well, don’t let me keep you,” David insisted. He wanted to ask him out and he definitely planned to do so, but now was a bad time. Actually, now was the worst time. So he decided against it.

“You’re fine, seriously, I wanna be here. I can waste a few minutes if they’re for you,” Matteo said and as tired as he looked, he still came off ungodly charming. That familiar feeling that came with Matteo’s presence burst into his chest without much warning. David smiled, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt. “I really like talking to you.”

David smiled softly, “Me too.”

“Do you think… do you think I could get your number?” Matteo asked. It was the shyest he’d ever seen him in all the time he’d known him. He almost always had this air of confidence around him even when he said the dumbest shit in the world, but not today. Maybe he was tired or stressed, or maybe David actually had the power to make someone nervous.

It seemed unlikely.

“Y-yeah, absolutely!” he answered almost immediately and proceeded to mentally kick himself for sounding way too eager. Matteo’s smile subdued the embarrassment.

Matteo didn’t stay much longer, but he texted him the minute he walked out. David was satisfied.

Matteo: Do you want to come over tonight?

David stared at the phone for so long he was wondering if he should even reply. Granted, the message had been sent sometime between David going to sleep and waking up, but he still had seen it for a long time. Matteo probably thought he was ignoring him.

The two of them had been texting on and off for over a week every minute they weren’t together. He couldn’t leave his phone alone when it lit up with his name and he stayed up ridiculously late every night for him. A few nights, they’d called and talked until they both fell asleep on the phone. David felt like a teenager all over again and he was crushing like one. He didn’t want to admit how many doodles he had of Matteo in his sketchbook and even on the pages that weren’t of him, his name was written in the corners covered in hearts.

The only problem is that he had no idea how Matteo was feeling and he didn’t know how to take the proposition of going to his house.

“Laura,” David said as he stepped into the flower shop, “I need help.”

He hated asking her any of her opinions on the Matteo situation, but he was feeling desperate and he didn’t know anyone else. So he placed his phone in front of her and waited for her to tell him what to do.

“Oh my god! Say yes!” Laura pressured, “You finally have a good excuse to go somewhere!”

“But what does it mean?”

“Does it matter?”

Okay, valid point.

“But what if… What if he wants to, like, hook up? What do I say? He’s gonna notice that‒” David tried, subconsciously pulling his sleeves over the heels of his hands. Laura grabbed his hands gently, looking into his eyes.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but if he does and you do, then just tell him. There’s no harm done, not if he really likes you,” she promised. David took a deep breath as he tried to accept what she was saying.

There was a chance that Matteo really liked him. He was so tired of not taking risks. Matteo was the one to take.

David: sure what time?

“It’s not much, but…”

David let his eyes look around the small apartment, his fingers tapping against his leg anxiously. It exuded Matteo. It was vaguely cluttered, not messy, just lived in. It was homey and welcoming and it helped subdue his nerves. Well, helped a little. It was the first time he’d gone anywhere aside from the little grocery store next to the flower shop in over a year and it had to be where he was alone with a boy. That was the most stressful shit ever.

Nonetheless, he powered through and Matteo led him to his room. A few words were shared here and there before Matteo eventually just handed him a Switch controller and gave him something far less stressful to focus on. Turns out, hanging out with a friend can be fun.

“So, where’s your mom?” David asked after a few hours of going back and forth winning games of Mario Kart. Matteo licked his lips, his eyes on the floor. It took less than a few seconds for David to realize he fucked up and that he really should’ve noticed that Matteo had been smiling a lot less frequently in the last week. “Sorry, I shouldn’t‒”

“She’s in the hospital,” Matteo answered simply, reaching over to put his controller on the desk in the corner. David chewed on his bottom lip, too scared to say anything. He’d come to hang out and be enjoyable and he fucked it up by upsetting him. He was already upset and David had barely even noticed, too wrapped up in his stupid little crush and his own issues. How was he supposed to have a crush on someone when he couldn’t even pay enough attention to their feelings? “A psychiatric hospital.”

David nodded slowly, not knowing what to say that wouldn’t make it worse. He didn’t want to ask questions, he didn’t want to put himself where he didn’t belong. He just wanted to be there for Matteo.

“She was in and out of there my whole fucking childhood. I thought she was good now though, you know? Like, she hasn’t been bad since my dad left and, and I make sure she takes her medicine and goes to therapy. But I-I left her alone for too long, I think, and before I knew it, I was getting a call saying she’d fucking cut her wrists open. I should’ve been watching her,” Matteo said, his voice slowly becoming thick with tears. David felt sick. He was the reason Matteo hadn’t been home as much. He was the reason he felt so guilty. It being over something like this made him feel even worse.

David put his hand on his knee.

“It’s not your fault. Those things… they just happen. It’s no one’s fault. It’s not hers, it’s not yours. Sometimes things just get bad and all you can think is that… it needs to stop,” David said softly. He knew the feeling too well, too personally. He had spent so long pushing them away, but he knew even the slightest worrying change could make it all come back. He wondered if Matteo’s mom felt the same way.

“I know. Really, logically, I know, but… can’t help but feel like I pushed it somehow,” Matteo whispered, sniffling. David took a chance and moved his arm to wrap around his shoulders. In a second, Matteo’s head hit his shoulder.

“I wish I could make you feel better.”

They fell silent, Matteo’s hand reaching out to David’s spare one. His heart thudded in his chest for more than one reason as Matteo played with his hand, his sleeve riding up just enough to cause panic. However, he managed to stay calm for Matteo because he needed it and let him trace over his fingers and his palms as rogue tears slipped into the fabric of his sweater.

“You wanna make me feel better?” Matteo asked after a while. David let the sentence hang in the air for a moment, slightly scared of what was going to come next. Eventually, he decided it was worth it.

“I’d do anything.”

Before he could even close his mouth all the way after speaking, Matteo’s lips were on his own. David squeaked a noise of surprise, his hands shooting up as Matteo continued to kiss him. So much of him wanted to kiss back, to enjoy this moment, he couldn’t do it. Not when he understood.

“Stop,” David managed to say, very gently pushing him away even as he allowed their foreheads to rest against each other. Matteo’s eyes frantically searched his face, his lips folded between his teeth as tears brimmed his eyes again.

“I thought you said anything.”

“Not… not that. Not when you’re upset. I don’t wanna kiss you when you’re like this, I’d be taking advantage,” David whispered, trying to soothe him before he got the wrong idea. It seemed it was too late though

“Then get out,” Matteo decided, pushing him away. David blinked a few times and told himself not to take it personally.

“Matteo, I‒”

“I said get out.”

“Look, I understand you’re upset, but I think‒”

“What don’t you understand about get out?! Clearly, I shouldn’t have even asked you over, you don’t understand when to fucking leave! No wonder you stay holed up in the stupid fucking shop!” David couldn’t find any words. “Yeah, I fucking know that you never leave! What’s wrong with you anyway? Are you fucked up too?”

David’s mouth went dry, “I‒”

Matteo shook his head, pushing him away even more as he tacked on a, “No, don’t tell me, I really don’t care. Just get the fuck out of my house.”

David stood without another word and headed towards the door. He knew he was upset, he knew he didn’t really mean anything he’d said, but it still hurt. No matter how much he tried to make sure he didn’t take it to heart, it was too accurate to ignore. He was fucked up. Not even three years ago he’d been exactly where Matteo’s mom was and now it was hard to even step outside the house in fear he’d be right back where he was. That was as fucked up as it got, wasn’t it?

His hand had just reached for the door to the apartment when he was stopped.

“Wait,” Matteo called, much softer than it had been less than a minute prior. David reluctantly glanced over his shoulder to see Matteo standing in the hallway, looking weaker than he ever had. And to think he had originally thought Matteo had nothing but confidence. “What were you gonna say?” David furrowed his eyebrows.

“When?”

“I asked…” Matteo trailed off, his eyes shifting towards the floor and his socked foot rubbed over the other one. David gulped, taking his hand off the doorknob.

“Yeah, I’m fucked up too, we all are. You already pointed out I don’t leave the shop,” David said, admittedly sounding colder than he should’ve. He knew Matteo was just acting out. He hadn’t been on Matteo’s side of the equation, he didn’t know what it felt like to be raised by someone who couldn’t be trusted with their own life. He just didn’t know.

“Why?”

David sighed, “Because when I leave, I’m too aware of bad shit that happens in the world and when I become too aware of that then I… want to do something stupid again.” David regretted it as soon as it said it. He didn’t like to talk about what had happened. He barely liked to think about it. The whole situation was embarrassing. Who reacts to graduating high school by trying to kill themselves? He should’ve been happy for a new start, but he couldn’t be like that. He found too much negative in positive things.

Except for Matteo.

“No,” Matteo said, though his face was heavy with the meaning of David’s admission, “Why’d you leave for me?”

Just like that, some of the tension that had been building in his body since he’d gotten that stupid text began to drain. David leaned his back against the door, staring at Matteo who seemed more and more gutted by the minute.

“Because I really, really like you. I don’t think I’ve ever liked someone as much as I like you. When you asked me to come over, I was barely even scared to leave, I was more scared for you to find out that I’ve got issues,” David admitted. Matteo bit down his lip, nodding his head. After a few too many minutes of silence, he decided that he should go.

“Wait,” Matteo repeated just as he went to turn the knob. He sighed but waited anyway. “I’m sorry that I ruined our first kiss.”

David’s forehead hit the door.

“Please don’t walk out that door. I’m sorry.”

David was more than a little reluctant as he obeyed. He needed to cool down and clear his head, but he didn’t want to leave Matteo alone. That’s what everything seemed to point to. He didn’t want to be alone. That was a side of things David did understand, he understood it so goddamn well. He wasn’t about to do that Matteo.

Within the next hour, David found himself lying in bed with Matteo tightly wrapped up in his arms. Turns out cuddling is better medicine than laughter. He felt relaxed for the first time in a long time and he was forcing himself to let it happen. Too many times he’d let bad thoughts ruin good things. He wasn’t about to let it ruin things with Matteo.

Sure, they needed to talk. They needed to discuss a few important things and patch up a few hurtful things that had happened that night, but overall it felt like the start of something good. Things were going to go better. He could feel it.

A few days later, David found a real red tulip taped to the door of the flower shop even though they still had a couple weeks before they were officially in season. It came with a note.

Believe me when I say…

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 4 years

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Gold Digger - Chapter 6 | Gwilym Lee x OFC

A/N: I did not forget to put one this time! Ha! If anyone isn’t familiar with Merrida from Brave, please do so now so you could understand the joke that’s coming ahead in the story. Thanks!

Warnings: The usual.

Word Count: exactly 1.5K

The Playlist (Updates Regularly)

Chapter List: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Lizzie felt Gwilym's fingertips on her skin, almost as if they were searing her skin and burning it. She gulped and blinked in shock. Her eyes darted from his hand to his electric blue eyes, confusion plastered all over her face. She let Gwilym pull her to him again, gentler this time. Her curls bounced slightly as she stumbled over her own feet and braced herself from falling against his chest.

"Gwil, I have a date tonight."

She heard Gwilym's breath catch for a split second. She looked up and made eye contact and felt like she's free-falling. A flurry of butterflies unleashed in her stomach as he looked down into her eyes.

"That's unfortunate," Gwil replied, his voice low and husky. "I was hoping I could take you out."

"I... Well..." Lizzie struggled to find words.

With a chuckle, Gwilym closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers, slower than he previously had. This time, his kiss was soft and warm and overwhelming. Lizzie's hand rested on his bearded cheek as they deepened the kiss.

"Tomorrow night." Gwilym murmured against her lips. "Tomorrow night, you're going on a date with me."

"You don't care that I'm going on one tonight?" Lizzie leaned back slightly. "Really?"

"Oh, I care plenty." Gwilym wrapped his arms around her slim waist, intertwining his fingers on the small of her back. "Will you call it off if I asked you to?"

"Well, no..." Lizzie looked down. "That would be very rude to the poor bloke."

"So, I'll suck it up and take you out tomorrow night." Gwilym shrugged. "All the more time to prepare the most amazing evening you'll ever experience. You'll forget all about tonight's chap."

"You realize there's no turning back from this?" Lizzie raised an eyebrow. "If we try this and it doesn't work out... I'm not Clara. I won't try to stay friends if this goes awry."

"Fair enough." Gwilym nodded. "Only means I'll have to work extra hard to make you see that it would be improbable."

"What?"

"Us going awry," Gwilym said. "I doubt it will happen."

"Huh." Lizzie hummed and jumped slightly when Gwilym's phone started ringing.

"Come on, I'll drive you home. You have a date to go on." _______________________________ "You're joking." Shelly followed Lizzie around the apartment like a lost puppy. "You're pulling my leg!"

"Nope," Lizzie said coolly. "He kissed me. In my classroom."

"Lizzie, that's -"

"Disgustingly romantic?"

"Yeah!" Shelly nodded excitedly. "But also, so sweet! God, he really is prince charming!"

"Yes," Lizzie said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date to get ready for."

"I thought you said he's taking you out tomorrow night." Shelly looked confused.

"Yes," Lizzie confirmed. "Tonight's date isn't with Gwilym."

"Joe's going to have a field day over this," Shelly smirked.

"Oh, as if you're not." Lizzie rolled her eyes and walked past her best friend towards her bedroom. _______________________________ "Come to New York."

Shelly groaned and rolled her eyes, taking the phone off the speaker.

"I can't just come to New York out of the blue. It costs money!" She countered.

"I'll pay for the ticket. You pay for anything else." Joe offered.

"And where will I be staying?" Shelly asked tauntingly. "Yours, I assume?"

"If that's what you want." She could practically hear him shrug. "If not, you figure it out on your own, baby."

"I'm not your baby." Shelly giggled. "When?"

"When are you free to travel?" Joe asked.

Shelly sighed as she thought about her work schedule. She still hasn't turned in her shift requests for the next week, and she could take a few days off if she really wanted to. God knows, she needed it.

"Next week?"

Joe sputtered his coke and coughed violently on the other end of the line.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Shelly, that's 7 days from today."

"I know what next week means, yes." She assured. "Or are you too scared to have me over? I can be quite -"

"Scared?" Joe sneered. "Girl, you're the one who should be scared."

She heard furious clicking and tapping in the background.

"Joe, tell me you're not ordering my ticket as we speak."

"I'm not ordering your ticket as we speak." He said robotically. "But I totally am." ________________________________ Lizzie almost trotted towards the door when she heard the doorbell ring. Her burgundy taffeta dress rustled as she double-stepped down the hall, trying not to fall over and face-plant because she was running on wobbly heels. Her curls still bounced as she opened the door and gasped when she saw Gwilym wearing a blazer and a burgundy sweater underneath.

"Great minds." He smiled and pointed from his chest to her body. "Hello."

"Crazy." She breathed and squealed when she noticed the bouquet of red tulips Gwilym held in his hand. "Are those for me?"

"You said these are your favourite?" he passed them over to her and pressed a kiss to her cheek, ever the gentleman. "If I remember correctly."

"Yes!" She beamed and stepped back to let him in while she put the flowers in some water. When he went to the sofa to have a seat, she raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Might as well make myself comfortable while you finish getting ready..." he froze.

"I am ready," Lizzie chuckled. "Just need my coat and we're good to go."

"My God, you're perfect, aren't you?" Gwilym grinned and stretched out his hand for her to take. "Shall we?"

"After you." Lizzie smiled sweetly and placed her hand in his. ______________________________________________________ Lizzie felt giddy. Almost euphoric. Gwilym opened every door, pulled out every chair, let her be first in anything. He complimented her on her makeup, on her outfit, on her laughter. He told her all about his acting career, family, and friends, and listened intently when she spoke. He even stepped in a puddle of rain so she won't have to. When her feet got tired from walking around London town, he picked her up bridal style and carried her down the street while she laughed heartily.

He bought her whatever she looked at - chocolates, stuffies, a knitted hat with a pompom on top. He took her to the fanciest restaurant and on a ride on the London Eye. As the colossal Ferris wheel turned slowly, she and Gwilym stood at their personal pod, sipping on mulled wine and listening to the soft Bosa-Nova tunes Gwil had arranged for the ride. They chatted animatedly, their eyes sparkling and laughter rolling. At one point, they laughed so hard, Lizzie had to physically hold on to Gwilym for dear life.

That's why she never would have imagined in a million years that when they disembark from their pod, they'll collide headlong with Gwilym's ex and her new boyfriend. Lizzie felt Gwilym's fingers twitch and squeeze her hand for a split second. She looked up at him and saw him smiling calmly as he pulled her one step closer to him.

"Who's the lass?" Jamie asked Gwilym.

Lizzie felt as if she's emerging from underwater, and realized she hadn't been listening to a word that was said for the past couple of minutes. Shaking her head slightly, she turned her head to face Clara and Jamie and was met with Jamie's flirtatious wink.

"Jamie, silly," Clara lilted, "that's Merrida."

"Merrida?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah," Clara locked eyes with Lizzie and sneered. "You know, the unruliest Disney princess of them all."

"It's Lizzie, actually." Lizzie rolled her eyes at yet another Brave reference. "Hi."

"Heard Gwil knocked you on your bum," Clara bounced from her heels to her toes as she spoke, her voice sweet and smooth like honey.

"Anyways!" Gwilym looked down at Lizzie and smiled reassuringly, "we're just heading off, enjoy the rest of your night, mates!"

"Nice meeting you, Merrida!" Clara called after them.

When the night was over, he walked her to her door. Lizzie was starry-eyed and awestruck through the entire evening. Gwilym clearly went out of his way for her, but it still felt so natural. She didn't mind the looks and stares and camera flashes in the slightest. It was as if no one else existed, but themselves. She didn't want the date to end.

"Tonight was lovely," Gwil said as they reached her door and intertwined his fingers with Lizzie's. "I had a great time."

"Likewise," Lizzie's cheeks turned rosier and rosier under Gwilym's electric gaze. "It's been a great night."

"Is it alright if I kiss you again?" Gwilym asked.

"Pardon?" Lizzie chuckled.

"You shoved me off you last time we kissed..."

"I was caught off guard!" Lizzie countered.

"Well, then, are you on guard?" His voice made currents run from her ears to her fingertips.

"Mhm." Lizzie squeaked out and shifted her weight to the tips of her toes, placing her hands on Gwilym's shoulders. "You have my permission."

"Oh, thank God," Gwilym heaved dramatically and placed a sweet, lingering kiss to Lizzie's lips.

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tiny-cloud-dragon · 5 years

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FF7: Random Bits 4 Chapter 3

[Setting: Zack is having a bothersome tooth pulled, and Cloud is elected the lucky man to pick him up from his appointment.]

[Location: Just outside the Main Building - Early afternoon]

Cloud helped Zack, who was back to humming "Tip-Toe Through The Tulips", to the waiting car, where he was faced with a new problem: How to load a giant black wolf into a small sedan. In hindsight, he probably should have requested one of the equipment transports instead of a passenger car.

After a few moments of pondering the issue, Cloud decided to do what was known as a Shift Reset. Occasionally, SOLDIERs would get stuck in their ELITE forms. It usually happened to new ELITEs, who were still getting the hang of Shifting, but it also afflicted even experienced ELITEs if they were extremely exhausted or rendered unconscious.

There were two methods for performing a Shift Reset. The first involved an experienced ELITE using their telepathic link to go in and poke the part of the other ELITE's brain that controlled Shifting. It required a deft mental hand and a fair amount of accuracy if they didn't want to turn the other guy's brain into something that resembled a porridge emulsion. The second method required little accuracy, was much faster, and could be used in any situation. It had actually been discovered by accident when Zack had been attempting to wake an ELITE who had fallen asleep during class. Due to the particularly concussive nature of this method, it had become known as 'hitting the reset button'.

Considering the situation, Cloud went with the faster, easier method. He pulled wobbly Wolf Zack around to the passenger side, opened the door, slapped him sharply on the back of the skull, then shoved the now mildly concussed Human Zack into the passenger's seat and shut the door.

Zack sat in the passenger's seat, staring blankly at his oddly shaped paws while his faculties held an emergency meeting to argue over what shape he was currently in. Things went down hill after Sight and Memory got into a row over who was the least trustworthy, especially after several beers and what happened at last year's New Year's Eve party with 'that girl' that ended with them having to explain why Zack woke up in a back alley cuddling a broom.

From there it turned into a free for all, complete with shouting, random memory files being thrown around in an accusing manner, figurative finger pointing, table flipping, and someone setting a fire in the rubbish bin. It was then that Zack's Brain farted, and Memory forgot why he was trying to throttle Sight, but he did finally remember what shape Zack was in. The other Faculties cheered, sheepishly avoiding looking each other in the metaphorical eyes.

Ability pulled Attention out of the wreckage of a flipped table, Reason conscientiously put ou the fire, and Volition fetched Speech out from behind the potted plant where he had been hiding. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, they all went off for a relaxing group smoke.

Zack finally realized that those soft, noodley things on the ends of his paws were fingers. That meant that those weren't paws, but hands. Oh, he was back in his normal shape! He watched as Cloud settled in behind the steering wheel, his balloon head floating up to rest at a haphazard angle against the vehicle's roof liner.

Zack was about to ask him how he could see with his head rolling against the roof like that, when Cloud put the car in drive and it drove off without them, leaving them sitting in mid-air. Zack wondered if this was how Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy felt every time they rode in the Invisible Boatmobile.

Zack's musings were interrupted as they suddenly hurtled forward. The wind whistled with the speed of the passage as they rocketed right for the back of the car, which was stopped at the end of the driveway. Zack yelped and shut his eyes, bracing himself for the impact that would surely laminate them both across the entire back end of the car.

The sensation of movement ceased seconds later, and Zack hesitantly opened his eyes. He was sitting safely in the passenger's seat next to Cloud, who seemed completely oblivious to what had just happened as he joined the light traffic making its way along the main road.

Cloud wondered if maybe he shouldn't have just had Zack stay in his on-Base apartment. He glanced over at Zack, who was busy slowly licking the passenger side window. The people in the car beside them were trying not to stare. It was a monumental task, though. They did a stellar job of trying not to look while Zack busied himself with rolling the window up and down, the friction causing a rather humorous warping his facial features.

Cloud used his driver side window controls to roll Zack's window up, then switch off the power to the passenger side window. Zack looked disappointed for a fraction of a second, then went back to making window faces and using the glass to puff out his cheeks. The people in the other car were in various stages of laughter, including the driver.

Cloud quickly changed lanes, possibly saving the lives of everyone in the other car. He reached over and tried to pull Zack away from the window, but accidentally shoved him. Zack's face hit the window with a thump.

"You okay, Zack?" Cloud asked, voice slightly muffled on account of the fact that the side of the balloon with his face on it was resting against the roof liner.

Zack, seemingly unaffected, gave him a goofy grin in reply and, grabbing Cloud's head, began rubbing it vigorously in his hair, giggling something about balloons and static.

Cloud hit the brakes, swerving to the curb with a surprised cry. Zack whooped as the car came to a sharp halt but he and Cloud shot forward out of the car, then snapped backwards as if tied by an invisible rubber band. They yo-yo'd back and forth, in and out of the car for a few moments before stopping.

"Again!" Zack shouted gleefully, while Cloud gave him a perplexed look that bordered on annoyed with just a hint of 'I think I just pooped myself'. Cloud tightened Zack's seat belt, seriously wondering if he should have perhaps requested an adult sized child's safety seat.

He settled for turning on the radio, hoping it would keep Zack entertained and take his focus off the weird obsession with his head.

They made it a whole block before Cloud heard a quiet sniffle beside him.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Does your mouth hurt-?" Cloud asked, trying to watch the road and Zack at the same time.

"It's just so...so...beautiful! Zack bawled.

"What-?"

Zack pointed to the radio, and continued sobbing about the emotional depth and philosophical complexity of "Genie in a Bottle".

"Are you seriously crying over a pop song?" Cloud asked, incredulous.

"Weeeeenieeee in a booottttllleeee!" Zack howled at the top of his lungs.

"Shhh-! Those aren't even the words!" Cloud hissed as he cringed so hard in embarrassment that his his head almost disappeared into his torso. Seconds later his head shot out from between his shoulder blades and almost hit the roof when Zack suddenly went from despondent sobbing to hysterical laughter.

Cloud made the mistake of asking, "You okay?" as he stopped for a light change at the intersection.

Zack stopped laughing and turned, the movement slow, and utterly smooth, as if his head was on well oiled bearings. His face was utterly slack, eyes blank and staring. It was the same look Cloud had seen many times at the market. At the fish seller's stall. On the faces of the carp.

Seconds ticked by.

"Zack?"

"BOOM SHAKA-LAKA!" Zack shouted with absolutely no warning. The look of manic glee on his face made him look like an animatronic puppet only found in old pizza places geared towards children.

Cloud lost it. He doubled over the steering wheel, laughing so hard that his vocal cords gave up trying to produce any kind of sound. His Silent Laugh was broken by the impatient horn blast of the vehicle behind him.

"BOOM SHAKA-LAKA!" Zack shouted in reply.

Cloud bit back his laughter and drove on, desperately trying to focus on not hitting other drivers while Zack kept randomly shouting 'BOOM SHAKA-LAKA!'

They made it to the next intersection, where Cloud had to wait in the turning lane for the little green arrow to give them permission to make a left hand turn. Zack had fallen silent again, and was now staring at the crosswalk, wonder and disbelief fighting for dominance over his face.

Zack couldn't believe what he was seeing. A unicorn with a rainbow mane and tail had trotted out into the crosswalk, its diamond horn glittering in the sunlight. It walked right up to their car and waved a hoof at them enthusiastically. Zack glanced at Cloud, who was looking at him with an odd expression sketched on his yellow balloon face. It could have been a smile, but the unsteady hand that had done the doodling had given the mouth line a slight wiggle on the end that left it open to artistic interpretation.

"What is it?" Cloud asked, his head tilting against the roof liner in what might have been a quizzical angle in a person with a normal head.

Zack's mouth worked mutely, words refusing to come, while he frantically stabbed a finger at the windshield.

"Yes, I see it," Cloud replied with a hint of amusement. "And look, it's waving at you!"

Zack looked back to see that yes, the unicorn was still waving at him. He waved back, a bit hesitantly. The unicorn looked down its teeth at Zack in an ecstatic equine grin. It tossed its shimmering mane, saluted, and farted out a stream of rainbow glitter as it rocketed up into the sky.

Cloud made the long awaited left hand turn while Zack stared out the window and said in an awed whisper, "Boom Shaka-Laka..."

To Be Continued

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Shine a Light on Me - part 3

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

My friend came up with Rena’s detransformation phrase and is a literal genius lmao

Part 2 | Part 4 | AO3 link

“Is it filming?” Ladybug says when Alya finally steps away from the video camera that’s been mounted on a tripod in the dark park where they’re filming their video. Just as she’d suspected, Alya had been hysterically thrilled to not only get the chance to be Rena Rouge once more but to expose Lila with her footage, and Ladybug finds that she doesn’t feel too bad about it anymore. She’s given Lila so many chances already, yet Lila refuses to accept these chances and stop being a manipulative liar. Honestly, she’s probably going to be akumatised again after this, but it’s not like Ladybug and Chat Noir can’t deal with her. They can’t let her dangle this threat over them any longer.

“Sure is!” Alya says. “I can just edit out everything before I transform, so no one will know it’s me.”

“Good.” Ladybug holds out the small box for Alya to snatch and dance with as she reconnects with Trixx. Although Master Fu had been rather hesitant about allowing Ladybug to take a Miraculous when there’s not even an akuma around, he had eventually seen the wisdom in exposing Lila now rather than waiting until she had caused too much harm to be fixed.

“I still feel bad about doing this,” Ladybug had said when accepting the Fox Miraculous. “It feels…petty.”

“When a plant has a dead leaf, you don’t want until that leaf infects the rest of the plant,” Master Fu had replied. “You trim that leaf to preserve the plant. You are far from a petty person, Marinette. You were right that exposing her now will prevent her from gaining too big a hold on those around her, especially if she’s claiming to be affiliated with you.” He sighed. “Too many innocents have been harmed through mere association with the Miraculouses. I would hate to see it happen again, no matter how awful a person she might be.”

“You ready, Ladybug?”

Ladybug blinks and shakes her head. In front of her is Rena Rouge, hands on her hips and a smirk on her face.

“Y-Yeah,” Ladybug says.

“Then let’s do this!”

Ladybug steps in front of the camera and clears her throat. “Earlier today, I was contacted by the Ladyblogger, Alya Césaire,” she recites, the words flowing smoothly after the past hour of practice. “I was shown a…disturbing video that she took when cornered by someone claiming to be Rena Rouge. As you know, we must never reveal our identities to anyone for both our safety and theirs, so this was a very serious matter.

“The person who made this claim is not Rena Rouge. Normally, I would just ignore this. However, this person has also claimed to be best friends with me, and this is not only false but also dangerous. Claiming to be a superhero or to be affiliated with one could make you a target to Hawkmoth, who will stop at nothing to get his hands on our Miraculouses. I’m here to ask you not to make claims that you are one of us or that you are friends with us. If you’re not, then you put yourself in danger. And if you are one of us, you are exposing your identity and wouldn’t be trusted with a Miraculous the next time we needed help.

“Rena Rouge was very interested to see this video. Alya has graciously lent me her phone so that I can show it to her.”

As Ladybug picks up Alya’s phone and navigates to the video, Rena Rouge moves into the camera’s view. Ladybug presses play and hands her the phone, and she finds herself amazed by Rena Rouge’s acting skills. She raises her eyebrows, growls, laughs, all at the right times, as though she’s never seen the video before; like she hadn’t even been the one to take it in the first place. When the video’s over, Rena Rouge locks the phone and is silent for a moment.

“Man, I wish I could teleport,” she says. Ladybug chuckles. “But Alya was right. I can only make illusions. If this girl’s going to claim to be me, she could at least get the power right.”

“So, you’re not Lila Rossi?” Ladybug says.

“Asks the one who gave me the Miraculous?” Rena Rouge snickers. “No, I’m not Lila Rossi. And if it wasn’t for the fact that this Lila girl’s putting herself in danger by claiming to be me, I’d totally let her keep doing it to misdirect people.” She looks directly at the camera. “Seriously, Lila, quit it. We don’t Hawkmoth to target you because of us. Also, next time you threaten people for seeing through your lies, make sure they’re not recording you like Alya did. Smart girl, that one.”

Ladybug resists the urge to roll her eyes to high heaven. Instead, she decides to end the video before Rena Rouge can stoke her own ego too much. “Thank you for clearing that up, Rena Rouge. And thank you to Alya for bringing this to our attention. We don’t tolerate lying and bullying.” She heads on over to stop the camera from recording.

“Whew!” Rena Rouge punches the air. “That felt good! Thanks for letting me do that, Ladybug.”

“Thank you for standing up for your friend,” Ladybug says. “I knew I made the right choice in choosing you as Rena Rouge.”

Rena Rouge practically preens on the spot. “Well, I’ll go and edit that footage right away, then post it on the Ladyblog. I hope Lila’s not too mad tomorrow.”

“It won’t be the first time someone gets akumatised again,” Ladybug sighs.

“True. Anyway, let’s bounce.” The fox suit dissolves in a swirl of orange sparkles, leaving Alya standing in Rena Rouge’s place. She waves at Trixx, then hands the necklace back to Ladybug, who puts it back in its box and then tucks that box away in her yo-yo.

Once Alya has packed away her equipment, Ladybug gives her a ride back to her house, then swings off from there in the direction of the Eiffel Tower. Chat Noir’s already there, and his face lights up with a gorgeous smile the moment he catches sight of Ladybug. How has Ladybug never realised who he is? She should have known Adrien’s beautiful smile anywhere.

“Good evening, milady,” he says, taking her hands and kissing them. Ladybug giggles and ducks her head.

“You don’t have to act charming to get me to like you,” she says.

“But it’s working, isn’t it?” Chat Noir grins. Now that Ladybug knows that he’s Adrien, she has to admit that his flirting really is kind of adorable.

“But it’s not what got my attention in the first place,” she says, flicking his nose. When she looks over his shoulder, she catches sight of a blanket spread across the metal floor of the tower platform, along with a plate of cookies and a vase of red tulips. There are also candles scattered in a circle around the blanket, like the last time Chat Noir had set up a surprise. “Kitty, what’s this?”

“The best cookies for milady,” Chat Noir says with a playful smirk. “I hear that the Dupain-Cheng bakery is the finest in all of Paris.”

“You big suck-up,” Ladybug teases, though she can’t deny that her stomach is currently fluttering.

“And after the last two times I gave you roses, I thought that tulips might prove to be luckier,” Chat Noir says. “Do you…like it?”

Ladybug walks past Chat Noir and takes in what he’s set up. As the butterflies once again start in her stomach, she can’t stop the smile that spreads across her face.

“I love it, Chat Noir,” she says. “Just like I loved it the first time.”

Chat Noir laughs rather nervously. When Ladybug turns around, she catches him scratching the back of his neck. “Oh. Right. I forgot that you ended up seeing it. When I cancelled hanging out with Marinette on the off chance that Ladybug would come and see me.”

“That did hurt,” Ladybug admits. “But I’ve probably hurt you too, so we’re even.”

“Not really,” Chat Noir says. “It’s pretty much just been me. I really am sorry, by the way.”

Ladybug’s mouth downturns at how Chat Noir’s ears are drooping and his eyes have lost their sparkle. “Hey,” she says. “It’s okay, kitty. We’re just a couple of dumb teenagers. We’ll figure this out.” She reaches out and takes his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Together.”

Chat Noir smiles, though it’s not as wide as usual. Unable to help herself, like there’s some magnetic force pulling them together, Ladybug gently lifts his chin and stands on her tip-toes, her mouth hovering just short of his. When he finally gives a tiny nod, she closes the distance and seals their mouths together in a soft press of lips.

Their first mutual kiss, with both of them fully aware, is…well, there are no fireworks like everyone seems to insist. It’s a little dry and awkward, with their noses bumping and teeth clacking…but it’s perfect, and Ladybug wouldn’t change it for the world. When she finally pulls back, Chat Noir doesn’t react at all.

“Chat Noir?” She waves a hand in front of his face but he’s frozen. “Oh no, did I break you?”

“Yeah,” Chat Noir sighs. His whole face quite literally melts into the goofiest, most lovesick expression Ladybug has ever seen. “You can break me any day, milady.”

“Oh, cut that out,” Ladybug scolds, though her smile takes any sting out of her words. Still holding his hand, she guides him over to the picnic blanket and they sit down across from each other, with the cookies and tulips between them.

“I’m really not sucking up,” Chat Noir says when they each take a cookie. “Your parents actually do make the best pastries.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Ladybug winks and takes a bite of her cookie. Chat Noir’s eyes follow her movement.

“So, uh…how are we doing this?” he says, blinking and tearing his eyes away from her mouth. “Should we be together as both sides of ourselves?”

“Of course,” Ladybug says immediately. There’s no question about it; she wants both Adrien and Chat Noir, as both Marinette and Ladybug. “I mean, we’d have to have a bit of distance between our civilian selves and us getting together, but I don’t want to have to pretend that we don’t like each other. Like that, at least.”

“Well, I think Adrien should arrive at school tomorrow and announce to the world that he wants Marinette Dupain-Cheng to be his girlfriend,” Chat Noir says. Ladybug’s cheeks burn like fire at the reminder that Adrien is behind the mask and loves her.

“Th-That makes sense,” she stammers. “Our class already saw us being close.”

“I didn’t even think of that,” Chat Noir says. “I was just thinking that there’s no way I could sit near you all day at school and not be able to hug you and kiss you. At least when we’re transformed, we can focus on dealing with the akuma.”

If possible, Ladybug’s cheeks grow even hotter. This has to be a dream. No way can Adrien Agreste just want to hug and kiss her like that! “I – yeah, okay! Marinette and Adrien. Then us.”

“I hope you’re not against me sweeping you off your feet after an akuma fight, bugaboo,” Chat Noir winks. Ladybug groans and covers her face.

“You can’t just say that!” she says. “You – gah – stop being so cute!”

“I could say the same thing about you, princess,” Chat Noir says with a devilish grin, no doubt enjoying her self-combustion. Thankfully, he seems to decide that there’s been enough teasing, because his grin softens into something more genuine. “I really am glad it’s you, Marinette. You’re so sweet and tough and you stand up for others all the time. I don’t know how I never realised before.”

“I – Tikki said that the Miraculouses stop it from clicking in people’s minds unless there’s really obvious proof, like how you quoted our conversation,” Ladybug forces out, wondering if her heart will give out before the night’s even over. “And I – well, I didn’t even think it could be you. You’re so…different as Chat Noir.”

“Dashingly handsome, you mean?” Chat Noir smirks. Ladybug rolls her eyes and kicks him in the shin. “Meowch!”

“But I’m glad you’re Chat Noir,” Ladybug says. “I couldn’t imagine anyone else as my partner. I don’t want anyone else as my partner.”

“I haven’t exactly had your back lately, though,” Chat Noir sighs. “Especially with Lila. You were hurting, and I put her feelings above yours.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Ladybug says with a small smile. “Lila dug herself into a hole she can’t get out of this time.”

Marinette doesn’t have long to wonder how the video of Ladybug and Rena Rouge will go down; as soon as she gets to school the next day – on time for the third day in a row, no thanks to her rolling anxiety to see what exactly Adrien’s going to do – there are people muttering and hovering over each other’s phones. In the courtyard, everyone in Miss Bustier’s class except for Chloé, Sabrina, Lila, and Adrien are crowded around Alya, all peering at her phone.

“She really said that to you?” Marinette hears Mylène gasp when she draws near. “But I thought she was so nice!”

“I did too,” Alya says, patting Mylène on the shoulder. “She duped all of us.”

“Except for Marinette,” Nino says when he catches sight of Marinette. The others raise their heads, and Marinette is left to grin and wave sheepishly after being caught on the spot.

“Uh…I’m guessing it went well?” Marinette says.

“Did it ever!” Alya crows. She and Nino extract themselves from the crowd and stand on either side of Marinette, and Alya slides the video back to the start and holds her phone out.

The video’s very well-edited. It starts from the moment Ladybug appears on camera, so her conversation before Alya’s transformation is nowhere to be found. Marinette makes sure to react with proper shock and awe at Ladybug and Rena Rouge’s speeches, and she’s very impressed at how Alya has edited the original video of Lila threatening them into the corner of the overall video, playing along as Rena Rouge watches it on Alya’s phone so that the audience can see it too.

“I can’t believe Rena Rouge complimented you!” Marinette says with an exaggerated gasp. She fights to conceal her smirk when Nino and Alya exchange what they no doubt believe are covert smiles.

“I know, right?” Alya says. “I can’t believe it! I just started off following Ladybug and Chat Noir for footage and now I’ve got superheroes who know me as the Ladyblogger!”

“Hey, that’s awesome!” says a familiar voice from behind them. Marinette struggles to make sure that her heart doesn’t explode out of her chest when Adrien draws level with them. “If anyone deserves it, it’s you, Alya.”

“Adrien! You’ve seen the video, right, dude?” Nino says. He slips an arm around Alya. “I’m so proud of my girl for getting this footage from Ladybug and Rena Rouge!”

“Lila’s going to be so upset, though,” Marinette says to Adrien. He sighs and shrugs.

“I know,” he says. “But I thought she was just lying. I didn’t think she was actually threatening you.”

“Wait, what?” Kim says. “You knew she was a liar?”

Adrien’s smile slips, and he turns around to face the class. “Yeah. I want to apologise to all of you. I knew that Lila was lying from when Ladybug called her out for lying to me, but I told Marinette to just let her dig herself into a hole by herself. I thought that Lila getting akumatised again would just lead to more hurt, and I thought I could convince her to stop lying and be honest without having to expose her. I – I was wrong. And I didn’t see that all of you got hurt because of it until now. I’m sorry, guys.”

For a moment, no one says anything as they all look at each other. Just as Marinette’s about to speak up for Adrien, Max steps forward.

“Well, we aren’t exactly blameless in this scenario either,” he says. “We all turned on Marinette and didn’t believe her. So, if Marinette forgives us, we forgive you.”

“Of course I forgive you,” Marinette says when everyone turns to face her. “I don’t want to be that person who holds grudges and turns bitter, especially over one mistake.”

“Then we forgive you,” Max says to Adrien, who slumps in relief.

“Yay!” Rose throws her arms around Marinette, hugging her tightly, and Marinette can’t help but laugh and hug back.

“Marinette?” Adrien says. Rose releases Marinette, who turns to see Adrien shifting rather nervously on the spot. “I was wondering –”

“How could you?” cries a voice. Over Adrien’s shoulder, Marinette catches sight of Lila storming over to them, her eyes glimmering with crocodile tears. “Alya, how could you do that to me? I trusted you enough to tell you my secret and you recorded me and humiliated me!”

“Your secret?” Alix says, crossing her arms. “I don’t think it’s your secret if Ladybug said you’re not Rena Rouge. I mean, she’s the one who picked Rena.”

“And you think that Rena Rouge can teleport,” Juleka says.

“I – obviously I couldn’t tell Alya everything!” Lila says. “What if Hawkmoth akumatised her again and got that information from her?”

“What, like he’s akumatised you three times already?” Alya challenges. “Especially that time on Heroes’ Day when you were meant to be in Achu!”

“It could’ve been another akuma with a similar power!” Lila says. “He’s made plenty of akumas that share similar superpowers!”

“You didn’t deny that you were in Achu in the video,” Nathaniel pipes up. “You just said that the Fox can teleport. If you were in Achu, you would’ve said you were there in the first place.”

Now that everyone’s aware that Lila’s lying, it’s absolutely beautiful to watch them all tear apart every little thing Lila’s said. Marinette probably shouldn’t be taking satisfaction from this but after Lila’s deceived her classmates time and time again? She can’t help it.

“We all saw the video,” Ivan says with a scowl. “You said you made us all hate Marinette and you’d do it to Alya too. We heard you.”

“But I –”

“Wow,” Chloé laughs as she saunters past with Sabrina. “And I thought I was a bitch. At least I don’t go around being fake about it.”

That seems to be the final straw. Lila shrieks in pure rage and stamps her foot, clenching her fists by her side. “Ladybug!” she bellows. “I hate you, Ladybug! You’ve ruined everything!”

The moment Lila stiffens is when Marinette knows that everything is going terribly wrong. A familiar purple mask glows around Lila’s face, and she looks up with shaded eyes and a dark, twisted smile.

“She’s being akumatised!” Rose cries. Naturally, this starts a mass panic, starting with the people around her who hear her and rippling out from there.

“I knew you’d be back, Hawkmoth,” Lila drawls as everyone around her screams and trips over each other to get somewhere safe before she transforms. “What’s my power this time?”

“Come on!” Marinette grabs Adrien by the wrist. “We need to get somewhere safe!”

“Where are you going?” Alya calls over the hysteria as Lila is encased in a mass of purple-black. Marinette pretends she doesn’t hear, instead dragging Adrien off through the crowd, ducking and weaving to avoid crashing into the students running around. They duck into the first abandoned classroom they find, and Marinette slams the door shut and locks it.

“I knew it was a bad idea to expose her!” Marinette wails. “You were right!”

“No.” Adrien grabs Marinette by the biceps. “Marinette, you saw how she just accepted Hawkmoth like that. She was always going to be akumatised every time she got angry. You just made sure that she couldn’t hurt anyone else with her lies.”

Marinette takes a deep breath and then nods. Even if Adrien’s wrong, they can’t afford to argue over this now. “We have to deal with her. Tikki, spots on!”

“Plagg, claws out!”

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