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sissytobitch10seconds · 1 year

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The Slightest Possibility

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Summary: Viktor thought that this was something that people only did in those stupid 'coming of age' movies and day time dramas. He never expected it to be him, sitting on the floor of his tiny dorm bathroom with his best friend while the kitchen timer he had stolen from his parents mocked him with every tick.

Warnings: Pregnancy, discussion of abortion, and mentioned transphobia

Word Count: 5,043

Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves/Five Hargreeves

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A/N: Just a cute little fic that I wanted to write to explore a bestie dynamic between Klaus and Viktor. I might write more from this world if people like it but for now just have this! Thank you all so much for reading. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

“I think that there’s a slight possibility that I might be pregnant.”

It was late one Friday night, so they were mostly alone in their dorm. The rooms were shitty and the common room even more so, which meant that no one that lived in the same building as them was willing to throw a party bigger than ten people and instead went and sought them out elsewhere. That was fine for the duo currently occupying the dorm room though, because it meant that they were alone and the building around them was quiet.

Their homework was spread messily about the coffee table of the living space that the dorm included. That was part of the reason that the rooms were so small, because each of them contained a living space as well as two bedrooms (that were quite literally bed rooms because of how little space they had). They had a half eaten pizza underneath the table that they were both sneaking pieces from whenever they started getting hungry again.

After Viktor finished talking, the entire dorm room fell into an eerie silence. It was unnerving, to be able to clearly hear the music that the couple living in the dorm above his was playing when his own space was usually so noisy that he couldn’t. He tilted his head to the side so that he could see what his best friend was thinking.

Klaus had been in the middle of scribbling something on the edge of his notes, likely something dirty. He was frozen in the middle of the word, his pencil still pressed to the paper without moving at all. His brows furrowed together and his green eyes were glassy instead of focused on the content.

The smaller man rolled over from where he had been spread out over the couch. He threaded his fingers together underneath his chin and looked towards his best friend. “Klaus?”

“I’m sorry, did you just say that you were pregnant?” the other man asked as soon as he snapped out of the spiral that he must have been in.

Viktor groaned and tilted his head down so that his face was smashed into his hands and his voice muffled by the fabric of the couch. “I said that there was a very slight chance that I might be pregnant, not that I am!”

“Those two things a more similar than you think, Vik-Vik,” Klaus dumped his pencil down onto the ground and then slid gracefully around the coffee table so that he was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. “Why do you think that you might be up the duff?”

“First of all, never say that again,” the smaller moved his head back up so that his best friend could see the way that his nose was wrinkled in displeasure. “Second of all, there’s a lot of reasons.”

“Did you do the nasty without a rubber?” Klaus gasped, making his face the exact replica of a shocked emoji.

Viktor rolled over so that he was staring up at the ceiling. “I didn’t think that it would be a big deal to just do it once. Like, I used a condom all the time when I have sex, even those stupid insertion ones. But I really, really liked him- I still do, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking if he had a condom. I was terrified the entire time that I was going to scare him off and never get to have the experience that I wanted with him,” he explained.

The smaller man let out a small squeak of surprise when he felt the couch dip down next to him. He was shoved to the side so that his nose was pressed into the backrest and his shoulder was pressing down into the seat. He felt the warm body of his best friend move in next to him and then eventually he rolled back over so that they were cuddled comfortably together. Their hands drifted down until their fingers threaded together, just like they had during all of those hard days in high school.

“So, you had sex with Five Hargreeves?”

“Blunt as ever, I see,” Viktor grumbled to avoid answering the question. The two of them met with Klaus and his mother moved to The City during their freshman year of high school. They had basically been inseparable after that, so it was almost expected for them to know everything about the other person. Klaus didn’t have a lot of secrets, but Viktor did and the only person that he trusted them to was Klaus.

“Vik, answer me,” Klaus whined like a toddler.

“Okay, yeah, I did. Do you remember that party that Allison wanted to go to a month ago? I wasn’t drinking because it’s not a good idea with the new dose of the meds that I’m on so I was people watching,” Viktor explained.

“Like you do, you little weirdo.”

“Shut up or I’m not going to finish my story,” Viktor warned. He giggled as Klaus mimed zipping and locking his mouth before he flicked away the imaginary key. The smaller man let out a little sigh before he continued, “So he found me and we got to talking. I think he might have thought I was a little bit drunk or something because then he kissed me. And one thing led to another. And now we’re here.”

“Ignoring the fact that it’s kind of scummy to sleep with someone when you think that they’re tipsy, was he any good?” Klaus asked.

Viktor turned to look at his best friend, glaring at him, “Are you just gonna ignore the fact that I started this conversation by saying that I thought I was pregnant?”

That seemed to sober up the situation for both of them. Klaus face got a lot more tender and his voice more compassionate as he said, “You know that having unprotected sex once doesn’t mean that you’re pregnant, right?”

“Yeah… but my period is also like a week late,” he admitted in a small voice. It was all beginning to feel very heavy as he said it out loud. He had noticed that the little open circle on his calendar, the way that he had kept track of his cycles since he had start having them in sixth grade, was missing the usual closed dot that came with it a couple of days ago. Since then he had been trying to figure out how long it was okay to wait until he really started to worry that he was pregnant.

“How long do your cycles usually take when you’re late?” Klaus asked. They both sat up so that they were sitting with their legs folded and across from each other, which meant that the situation was actually serious.

“That’s the problem. I have a twenty eight day cycle usually, and I’m onto day thirty five with no bleeding. It all just adds up too well with the headaches and water retention that I’ve been having,” Viktor shrugged.

They were quiet for a bit, both of them processing the information that was now sitting uncomfortably in the air between them. It was something that Viktor had been thinking about for a while but was unsure that he was actually going to be able to say out loud because of the heaviness. Panic began to form in the spot underneath Viktor’s stomach, sending an icy shiver throughout his body. He leaned forward so that his arms were wrapped around his legs and keeping them close to his body as he tried his best to not start aggressively sobbing.

“We shouldn’t panic until you actually take a test, right?” Klaus said immediately upon noticing that his best friend was more upset than he had initially thought.

Viktor messily wiped the tears away from his face. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and then nodded. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. We should wait until we know for sure to start worrying about this.”

“I’m sure that it’s something else. Come on, let’s go to the store down the road and get one so that we can take your mind off this. I wanted to pick up some coffee for tomorrow morning anyway,” Klaus said.

He unfolded himself from where he had been sitting on the couch like he was more doll than person and then made his way over to the front door. He tugged his shoes on and grabbed his coat from where he had left it in a heap on the floor just as Viktor got the strength to stand up. The smaller man quickly followed after so that he was in his shoes and jacket before they left the dorm room.

They didn’t encounter anyone until they were about half a block away from the dorm where Viktor lived, and even then it was no one that they knew. Most people were still out at parties or doing homework to try and allow their weekend to be free, so they had the streets relatively to themselves.

That was nice, because the closer that they got to the small corner convenience store, the more nervous and fragile that Viktor began to feel. He had grown up with horrible anxiety his entire life so it wasn’t like that was completely new to this situation, but the idea of what he suspected was wrong with him actually being true was certainly making it worse instead of easier.

Klaus was supportive the entire time that they were on their way, talking about either things to keep his best friend distracted or anything that popped up into his mind to make it feel more normal. The taller man knew exactly how to deal with his best friend and his anxiety since he had been helping Viktor through it for almost eight years.

They got to the convenience store after about ten minutes of walking and ducked inside. Klaus grabbed a can of coffee from the front of the store and then led them to the part of the store with the pregnancy tests. Viktor immediately felt overwhelmed by the feminine branding, everything purple and pink colored with pictures of women with huge bumps. “Gross,” he muttered as he picked out a blue one that was relatively expensive. He figured that it was going to be better than some of the cheaper ones in his small amount of knowledge about products such as these.

“Don’t you think it’s going to look weird?” he asked as they made their way back up to the front.

Klaus snagged him a lemonade from the counter next to the check out desk as he replied, “How is it going to look weird?”

“I mean, I pass well enough to not get misgendered like ninety percent of the time in public and I’m buying a pregnancy test,” Viktor muttered. He knew that he was stalling because he didn’t want to deal with the possible judgements that were going to be laid on him from the cashier.

The taller of the two college students shrugged. “It’s not their job to judge us and they have no idea that it’s for you,” Klaus replied. He reached over and snagged the pregnancy test from here Viktor had been clutching it in his hands. He walked up to the cashier and plopped all of the items down onto the counter without a care in the world.

Just as he had said, the cashier rang up all of their items and then told them how much it cost. They paid and departed very quickly without a single word of non-transaction conversation passing between them and the worked. They then quickly made their way back to the dorm room while sipping at the drinks that they bought. The conversation was a lot more stilted and nervous that time around then it had been originally.

The hardest part about the whole process, in Viktor’s mind, was having to sit around for about half an hour after he had finished the lemonade while waiting for it to pass through his system so that he could take the stupid test. He was really grateful that Allison, his roommate, was going to be out with her boyfriend all evening and wouldn’t be coming back until early in the morning after the whole thing was over.

As soon as he felt the urge to pee, Viktor sprang up off the ground and rushed to the bathroom after snagging the bag that held the test. He read the instructions on the back of the overly gendered packaging and then followed them exactly. It was a very weird and invasive process, even if he was the one doing it to himself on his own body.

After he finished, he put the cap back on the test and then set it down on the counter. He opened the door and Klaus was right there, waiting for his best friend to need him again. Viktor handed the test to him, face down so neither of them could see if there was any kind of developing answer, and then went to the small kitchen that the dorm contained. It was mostly just a counter with a sink and a minifridge that Allison had located her toaster oven on, but they still used it to cook sometimes.

He grabbed the little white kitchen timer from on top of the stack of papers that was on the minifridge and then turned it to five minutes before he walked back to the bathroom. He set the device down on the opposite side of the sink as he hauled himself up onto the counter. Klaus walked fully into the bathroom and then closed the door behind them so that if Allison did come home earlier than they thought that she would, they would still have some privacy. He slid down onto the floor so that his back was pushed up against the door to keep it from opening even more than the shitty lock would.

Viktor let out a small groan as he leaned his head back against the mirror. Every little click noise that the timer was making while he waited for it to go off seemed like it was mocking him, proving just how royally he had fucked up this situation. He felt like his nerves were on fire as warmth flushed through his body and made the cold of the mirror and counter underneath him all the more appealing. He picked at the ends of his fingers where the callouses from years of playing the violin had formed before he moved to toying with the edge of his shirt.

He tried to imagine what he would look like with a baby bump, but it was so foreign to him that he couldn’t. He was an only child, as was Klaus, so he had never really been around someone that was pregnant enough to know what it looked like when it was real. The only actual exposure that he had to pregnancy was from what he watched in shows and movies, which was so hyper-feminized that the idea of having it done to him made him want to vomit.

Or maybe that was morning sickness settling in now that he had accepted the fact that he might be pregnant.

The timer finally went off, alerting them both to the fact that they were finished waiting. Viktor jumped so hard that he was half convinced he had dislodged some of his bones from where they should be in his joints. He leaned forward so that his elbows were on his thighs and he could bury his face in his hands.

Klaus reached up and grabbed the timer so that he could turn it off. He then moved so that he was kneeling in front of Viktor, his crossed arms resting on top of the other man’s knees. “Aren’t you going to look at it? That’s the whole point of taking it, after all.”

“I don’t know,” Viktor sighed as he leaned back so that his face was visible again. He turned his head the opposite way of the test despite the small device being upside down so that neither of them could see it.

“I’m right here, Vik. If it does turn out that you’re pregnant then we’ll handle it. It’s gonna drive both of us up the wall if we don’t see what the test says, though,” Klaus poked at his leg.

Conceding that his friend was right, Viktor reached over and snagged the test off of the counter. He held it in both of his hands, one side of the stick in each of his calloused fingers. He took a deep breath as he sat up properly and then slowly turned the little stick over. “Shit,” he muttered when he saw the result.

He wasn’t able to say what it said, the chipper message basically mocking him. He handed it over to Klaus, who muttered the word as he read it, “Pregnant.”

They sat in silence for a moment before the taller of the two college students said, “I guess this is one doodle that can’t be undone, home skillet.”

“Do not quote Juno at me right now, you asshole!” Viktor crowed, swiping at the other.

Klaus laughed and ducked out of range. He sprang to his feet and then inserted the test back into the package that it came from. “Do you wanna go stash this in your room and then we can talk about what you’re gonna do?”

The light humor that had been resting on Viktor’s face a moment prior at the joke that his friend made immediately slipped off of his features. He took the box with the test in it from Klaus and opened the door to the bathroom. He had just exited when the front door opened and his very giggly roommate entered.

Viktor darted for his room as quickly as he could so that he could stash the pregnancy test away from Allison’s prying eyes. He cared very deeply for his friend and roommate, the two of them had been living together since they were eighteen, but she couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it.

“What are you doing home so early?” he asked as he stuck his head out of his bedroom. He had his hands on either side of the doorframe to keep her from being able to push past him into her room. She was wearing her three inch heels, which meant that she was more than a foot taller than him (not that it was a hard feat, seeing as Viktor just barley broken five foot nothing). She was strong enough that if she really wanted to, she could overpower him by flinging herself at him until he collapsed down to the ground, but in her drunken state she would just pull and push at him until she got bored.

“Ray and I drank a little bit too much and then the date wasn’t fun anymore so we agreed to try again later,” she waved her hand dismissively at him. “What’s Klaus doing here?”

“Klaus is always here when you’re gone. It’s the only time that we get to hang out without an Allison,” Viktor replied playfully. The woman was drunk enough that she wasn’t going to remember a single word of what he said by the time that she woke up. He left the edge of his room, very confident in the fact that she was going to go prying in the state that she was in.

He placed his hands on Allison’s shoulder and then directed her towards her bedroom. He helped her remove her shoes, discarding them against the opposite wall, before he got a makeup wipe and carefully dragged it over her eyes. He removed her belt and the jeans that she was wearing, allowing them to lay in a heap on the ground over her shoes so that she could deal with them later. The last thing that he helped her do was place the bonnet of her hair so that it could be protected as she slept. She collapsed down into the bed and was out like a light almost immediately after that, like she always did when she was drunk.

“She’s not going to be waking up for a while. I don’t think she got to the point of needing to vomit so we probably don’t have to worry about that,” Viktor explained as he stepped out of his roommate’s room, shutting the door behind him to give her some privacy.

Klaus nodded in understanding. He got up onto the bed, folding his legs messily underneath him and then leaning against the headboard. Viktor flopped down so that his legs were hanging off the edge of the double bed and his back was flat against the mattress.

“So what do you want to do?” Klaus asked, his voice almost caught in his throat with how cautious he was being. It all felt so heavy now that they knew it was true. This was something that they had been aware could happen their entire lives, especially with them both being pansexual and having healthy sex-lives. Thinking about the possibility of it happening and taking precautions to make sure that it didn’t was a lot different than the situation realizing itself, though.

The smaller man placed both of his hands over his face and gave a small groan. “I don’t know. It feels like a lot to take in right now but I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep unless we talk about it a little.”

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled, trying to lighten up the situation a little bit. It was hard watching his friend go through something so complicated, even if it had just begun. “You had to talk about whether or not to quit choir for like a month before you actually did it.”

“Too much dysphoria,” Viktor shook his head at the memory. He flopped both of his arms over his face so that his mouth and nose were open to the air and he could breath, but everything else was covered. He thought for a moment before he said, “What are my options?”

Klaus replied, “Well we should focus on the right-here, right-now. You can have an abortion or you can go through with the pregnancy.”

That hung in the air even more than the revelation of the pregnancy. They had both been raised pretty religious, though their parents didn’t bring a lot of the super stringent bible-centric beliefs into raising them. Even back when Klaus had been Amish with his mother, before his father had passed away and they felt that it was safe to move away from the community, Rachel had been pretty tame on the lessons from the Bible. Neither of them had continued going to church after they had moved out, though they did go whenever they were back home with their parents, and neither of them felt particularly drawn towards God, Jesus, or Christianity as a whole.

“My parents would understand, wouldn’t they?” Viktor asked. One of his hands moved so that it was propping up his hand and the other rested on his ribcage, too timid to move the couple of inches down to his stomach. “If I got an abortion?”

Klaus nodded. “If you don’t feel like you could make it through a pregnancy and raising a kid they would be all for it. Isn’t that what their church says anyway?”

Viktor groaned. “I’d have to go and get a blessing from one of the confessors for one. That means that I’m going to have to explain why I can’t go through with a pregnancy and raise a kid.”

“Don’t think about that right now,” Klaus shook his head. “I mean, it’s something that we can consider more if you decide to go down that route, but do you really not want to go through with the pregnancy?”

That made him pause, even for just a moment. He hadn’t been thinking about himself and what he might want, his mind had only been on what his parents would think of him and the steps that he’d have to take to go through either path.

Viktor thought back to the life that he had idealized for himself when he was younger, back in high school when that was the favorite thing of teachers to make them go over. He had always pictured himself as having two or three kids running around a big house. He hadn’t had any siblings when he was growing up but Klaus had become something of a brother to him when they were in their tween and teen years.

“I mean… What if I want to keep the baby?” Viktor asked. “I never really pictured myself going through with a pregnancy, I always thought that I would have my partner do it or do adoption, but…”

“Here, let’s try this,” Klaus suggested as he flopped back onto the bed so that they were laying side by side. “You tell me what happens for the choice that I say. Kind of like coming up with a pros and cons list.”

Viktor considered it for a moment before he nodded in his consent. The entire situation was messy and confusing, but he knew that with his best friend’s help he was going to be able to unravel it one way or another. “So the first option is an abortion. You can’t be that far along since the party was only like six weeks ago if that is when the baby was conceived. So you shouldn’t have do to anything huge like a DNC,” Klaus started.

“It’s pricy though and I’m still on my parent’s medical insurance so I’d have to talk to them. Which means that I would have to go to the confessor and explain why I couldn’t go through with a pregnancy. Which is complicated since it’s not a direct medical condition,” Viktor explained. “It also feels kind of wrong to go through with an abortion without even telling Five that I’m pregnant.”

“Why? Right now, at six weeks, the only thing inside of your uterus is a clump of cells that has the potential to become a life. There’s so many things that could go wrong, especially right now, that could result in a miscarriage or something like that. You know, they say that there’s a heartbeat at six weeks but it’s actually just an electrical signal in what might become a heart,” Klaus reasoned back.

“I guess that’s true. But I’d still have to deal with the whole church thing, and telling my parents, and whatever might happen after the abortion. I can’t imagine that it’s a particularly pleasant experience, mentally or physically,” Viktor grimaced. He had done a lot of research by himself when he was in high school after he realized how lacking the classes he had taken in school were. None of the information he had been able to find was great, nor did he remember a lot of it in his panicked state of mind.

“So the other option is to go through with the pregnancy. That means telling your parents that you had sex with someone out of wedlock and then figuring out where you want to go from there,” Klaus said.

“If I went through with the pregnancy then I would have to deal with all the things that come with being pregnant. Like having a bump and my chest doing shit that I don’t want it to. And hormones, morning sickness, acne breakouts, retaining water, swelling, fatigue,” he groaned.

“But, you do get a baby at the end,” the other offered softly. Klaus knew how badly Viktor wanted to care for people and how badly he had wanted kids when they were younger. Klaus was a lot more uncle-oriented, where he was willing to be around babies and children but didn’t want to ever be the sole provider for one.

“That’s true,” his face curved up in a soft smile. “I don’t think that I would go through a pregnancy without wanting to keep the baby. I understand that there’s a lot of families out there that want kids and can’t have them for themselves, but pregnancy is something that’s so traumatic and difficult, especially when you don’t even get anything out of it in the end.”

“I would be there for you the entire time that you were pregnant too,” Klaus reminded him gently. It was incredible, the two different sides of Viktor’s best friend. Klaus had the ability to be direct, crass, and even rude at times but he could also flip to being compassionate, caring, and tender in an instant if that’s what the situation required. “And maybe we could put a rush on that apartment shopping project that we were working on.”

He thought about it for a moment before he nodded. “If I were to keep the baby, I would start showing around like sixteen weeks because I’m so small. But we’re graduating in about two months so that’s not really a problem, I think. I could hide it and it wouldn’t interfere with classes or anything. I also have a job lined up for almost as soon as I graduate so money wouldn’t really be super pressing either. They’ve got a good maternity policy. And we were already planning on moving in together so we could get an apartment and it would be okay, right?” Viktor had been staring directly up at the ceiling the entire time that he was laying out the plan in his head. When he finished speaking, he turned to the side so that he was looking at Klaus.

“If that’s what you want, then yeah. We can totally do that. You’re still gonna have to tell your parents either way. And if you’re gonna keep the kid you should probably find a way to tell Five,” he reasoned.

Viktor groaned, placing his hands over his face again. He had completely forgotten about the other half of the baby’s genetics.

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crescentfool · 2 years

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yukari poking fun at ryoji for all of his dumb shit that she captured w/her camera roll? yes!

(loosely inspired by these two hc posts from @/mayormimii, check them out!)

#persona 3 #ryoji mochizuki #yukari takeba #lizzy does art #SO I was originally going to attach this to the ask i just answered but then i realized itd make the post rlly long LOL #and i think for archival reasons itd probs be best to keep it separate ?? lmao idk im overthinking #BUT I DO WANT TO SAY that ive been thinking abt drawing these two since i saw the first batch of hcs #i want to draw more interactions but my inability to come up with ideas is abysmal #so i have decided that as a compromise i will gradually draw concepts/fics from ppl that have stuck in my head for a bit #and also drawing interactions are good for getting efficient LOL. i say that but this was supposed to be b/w. as you can see. its not #this is loosely based/inspired by mayormimii's hc post specifically the designated photo album for ryojis dumb shit #alternatively they could be watching cryptid videos or something together.#i would've drawn what was on the screen but i got LAZY lmao but mayb another day i can draw that #i regret trying to add any sort of dialogue LMAO next time i draw interactions i am just Going to Use Song Lyrics or Fics LMAOO #whenever i get a chance to read fic again i might just go (eyes emoji) to see who royji gets to interact with bc MAN HE DESERVES FRENS...#and i think yukari would b a very good fren to have i am just saying!!! anyway bye these tags are so excessive bc IM me and thats fine

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carlosfreckles · 3 years

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Wow wow I’m really glad you’re writing loyalty lost again and no worries about not having a timeline, totally understandable. I’ve got like two things to say and then I promise I’ll be out of your hair

So, is loyalty lost going to be a total dark fic ?cause Loyalty lost kind of walks the fine line between “Not too harmful” and “Potentially very toxic” and I was wondering if it was gonna stay like that cause I tend to stray away from non-con and heavy dark stuff. I’ll probably still read it either way, the way you write is literal gold, but I’m just asking in preparation.

And secondly; I bring you a prompt sort of. I’m pretty bad at this but consider, Harry watching Carlos invent his gadgets and being all focused and serious and Harry is just completely and utterly enthralled, like being the picture boy of the heart eyes emoji. And vice verse with Carlos watching Harry sword fight. Just consider, I’m very into soft Harlos but I can never find good fics of it 😔 anyways this was very long, sorry in advance, but I hope you’re having a good day and I’ll take my ass out now :)

1. I honestly think I’m gonna try to stay as firmly on that line as possible. I’m totally the opposite where I love dark stuff (not necessarily non-con but it takes a lot to ick me so I give anything a chance as long as it makes for an interesting story) but the feeling I tried to portray in loyalty lost is where yes this starting from a pretty toxic place but perhaps it has the potential to be more? or does it?? Who knows (not me because as you know I’m barely writing the sequel lol) but to be safe as a warning I would say that perhaps the farthest it would go for this fic is dubious consent. I’m also not a fan of putting dark things in just for shock value so if anything super dark does come up hopefully it’s not out of the blue and of course I’ll add any necessary warnings beforehand. Sorry for long winded answer, I just want to leave you thoroughly prepared.

2. That is such a cute idea, you can read a little drabble under the cut !

Carlos might have been able to feel the pirate’s eyes on his back while he worked if his attention was not already entirely being consumed by the gadget he was currently putting together. Surprisingly, Harry loved watching the younger work on his inventions ever since he had arrived with the new wave of VKs in Auradon. Before they had started dating, it was difficult for the younger to feel relaxed in the pirate’s presence and he often drove him away so he could finally work in peace. As he became accustomed to Harry’s presence, enjoying it even, he eventually became relaxed enough to let his guard down completely. It turned the son of Hook into an absolute love struck ball of mush whenever he got to watch his boyfriend fall into his work. Harry felt like he was watching magic happen as nimble fingers connected wires and fixed screws into place in ways he knew that he would never able to replicate or even understand himself. The looks Carlos made also simultaneously made the pirate want to cuddle and ravage him at the same time. Such soft sentiments would have disgusted Harry not long ago. However, just as surprising as it was the first time Carlos truly let himself become lost enough in his work to become startled by Harry when he spoke, showing the kind trust that got you killed on the Isle, Harry learned to nurture instead of crush the soft feelings the little genius invoked within him.

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When they first started dating many onlookers believed that the relationship was almost entirely one sided on Hook’s part. They thought the pirate had just worn De Vil down until he gave into his demands because Harry had made his affections for the younger obvious since he stepped foot in Auradon. Carlos, however, made it clear he was annoyed by the pirate but continued to tolerate him in ways that only his closest friends understood what that really meant to their romantically inept companion. It wasn’t until Harry was finally convinced to join the fencing team that several people got to see a side of Carlos De Vil they had never seen before.

Carlos enjoyed fencing and was decent enough at it but what he really loved was watching his boyfriend in action. He loved the way the pirate moved freely and recklessly, striking his opponents with a controlled aggression he had only acquired thanks to Auradon. It meant so much to him to see Harry let himself go not because he had to fight for his life, but because he truly enjoyed honing and crafting his sword skills. Of course, it had taken a few practice sessions for Harry to adjust to a fencing sword over a pirate sword but his skills translated well once the new blade felt familiar within his grip. Anyone that had ever watched a session of fencing practice never doubted the relationship between the two was entirely mutual. The soft and dopey look Carlos wore every time Harry had a duel was enough to convince anyone and even if it wasn’t the passionate and very public make out sessions afterwards were.

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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Dear Bear

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: Oh this chapter is so sad. I’m sorry - but could not keep it from you all the same. Also, on a side-note: I’ve finally created a masterlist and baptised this storyline to go by the name ‘Tea for Two’.

Word count: 4.706

Disclaimer: angst, sadness, fluff, party drugs

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This is part 7 of the Tea for Two story.

Find the masterlist here.

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November 1st. I held the paper calendar in my hand, looking at a picture of the Witcher crew from past year. Everyone happily gathered around a large buffet celebrating Thanksgiving. It did not take long to spot Henry on the far right, looking overly excited, his arms raised in joy while looking straight at the camera. Not surprising, since he was a foodie for sure. The more food, the merrier the Henry. My finger traced his over excited face as I let out a sigh, folding back the previous month and hanging the calendar back on our office wall.

It had been exactly 3 weeks since I last saw him and I hated every single day of it. Not only had it been crazy busy at work now production was nearing its end (the time pressure to finish the season was on and the press tour had started), it was also hard to find the mental peace and quiet to keep contact with each other. A few minute calls here and there is all we could manage in between our tight schedules. Not enough to really, really talk. And I fully understood that this was just what it would be like sometimes, when dating Henry. It would mean I would have to miss him. Having to miss him, a lot.

I sighed again while plopping down on my chair, brushing my fingers through Kal’s thick fur. He was too fast asleep to even care, yet I was glad to have him there. Henry had left him with me, since it was more peaceful for Kal to not have to travel everyday. Besides, it was good for me to have something so dear to Henry near me at all times. In these three weeks Kal and I had become best buddies, for sure. We found a rhythm of him sleeping next to my side of the bed, waking up with morning cuddles, going for a walk, then eat breakfast together. Next we’d take a cab to work, and he’d be sticking to his side by my feet (at my desk or on set) until we’d get back home again, followed by his big walk, dinner, some working out or reading and.. back to bed. Rinse and repeat.

I sent a picture of Kal sleeping at my feet to Henry, followed by a heart emoji. The message didn’t come through. He probably had bad cell reception again. ‘HEEYyy, I was thinking.’ My colleague awoke me from my intense phone-screen-staring. I looked up. ‘Hmm?’ I said. ‘You know. It’s Friday. We’re off tomorrow. How ‘bout we go out for some drinks. Just a..girls night out?’ My colleague pouted her lips in a pleading look. I laughed half-arsed. ‘Ange, I don’t know..I’m quite..tired actually.’ ‘Oh come on! You sound like an old hag. Besides, Henry’s in Asia now, so he’ll be sleeping by the time you get off. Let’s just have ONE drink. Come on!’ Ange, or Angelica as her full name goes, nodded her head excitedly, in hope that her bobbing head would convince me to also nod in agreement. I looked back at my laptop screen, noticing another 532 unread emails, realising there was no winning any of these fights. Be it working all night, or going for that one drink. ‘Alright then.’ I nodded, shrugging in defeat. ‘GREAAAT. Oh my god I found this great bar that just opened. Such great cocktails. And there’s this..’ She rattled on, making me realise I sure had turned into a bit of a homebird over the past year. In previous years I wouldn’t have hesitated about going out whenever someone suggested it. No matter how busy the workweek, I would always love myself some dancing and sipping on half decent wine. Perhaps it’d be a good thing to go for a night out on the town.

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Ange came to pick me up at my hotel room. We were just two floors apart, but it was still a sweet gesture. I opened the door, finding her standing there in some very slinky deep blue minidress and dark eye make-up, her waist-long dark hair falling sleekly around her curvy figure. ‘Well, hello minxy.’ I laughed, letting her in. I almost felt underdressed in my simple midi-length black dress with halter neck. She smiled a cheeky grin, then in turn looked me up and down. ‘You don’t look so bad yourself girl.’ She purred, immediately striding towards my small fridge. ’Help yourself.’ I said, already knowing full well she was about to pour us some generous glasses of wine. She came back pressing a glass of rosé in my hands, then plopped down on the small sofa. ‘You know. Perhaps it’s better. Not having any men around. Then we can have some..real..fun!’ She raised up her glass in cheers. I joined her in the sitting corner, sitting down on a small pouf and clinked glasses with her. ‘Do you really feel you can have no fun with men around?’ I asked, sniffling, before taking a large sip of wine.

‘Naaa.. They always have a motive. Double intentions. Blaa.’ She stuck out her tongue before also taking a large swig of the wine. ‘So. Are you still dating that Joseph guy?’ I asked, looking at her as she pulled down her obnoxiously short hemline that kept creeping up. She smiled. ‘I think me and Joseph are…done..for now. Maybe for the odd bit of fun. But he just REALLY wasn’t my type.’ ‘And what is your type then..?’ ‘Oh don’t bother. No men tonight! Just us, ladies, wanting to have a good time, okay?’ She clinked her glass against mine again, stretching out her long neck while smiling a victorious smile. And honestly, I hoped that would be true. The way I knew Ange, there was very little chance she would not, at some point during the night, get desperate for some attention. Attention she’d eventually seek from some tall dark stranger with just the same double intentions. It’d be just another Joseph guy. Another guy who’d disappoint her, pushing her to the point she’d become even more desperate and insecure.

‘Yea..let’s just have some fun.’ I winked, pushing away those thoughts and taking another sip of wine while seeing she had already nearly finished her glass.

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The club Ange had chosen was, well, interesting. It was Berlinesque in mood. Dark, neon-lit and gritty with lots of bare concrete and sinister looking hipster folk afoot. The music was great though. Deep bass tones that tore through your whole body like a heartbeat, strumming melodies that made your hips shake and balkan-esque folk tunes were thrown in the mix for good measure. We ordered two dark and stormies and wandered to a corner of the club, casually dancing and giggling at some of the other party goers that were obviously a bit further in their drinks. It felt a bit like that matrix club scene, the lights glimmering a green hue over the sweaty, almost gimpy dressed people.

‘This place feels like a movie set of its own.’ I laughed in her ear. She nodded, sipping her drink, laughing beguilingly. ‘Lots of famous people come here.’ She returned, having to lean into me to make herself heard over the loud beats. ‘Haa..’ I said, looking around me to see if I recognised anyone. No familiar faces. I shrugged. ‘Guess not tonight.’ She took another large swig of her drink, twirling around in happiness. ‘I love this music. I love this!’ She exclaimed, almost pouring some of her drink on the floor while raising her arms. I laughed, following her while she moved onto the dance floor.

We squeezed our bodies through the dancing crowd. The bouncing, sultry bodies around me made me drink with great haste, not wanting to spill any of it on the floor. ‘Another?’ Ange gestured, holding up her not-yet-finished drink. I shrugged. ‘Let me get this round.’ I said, winking at her. She nodded, immediately turning her attention to a handsome man standing next to her. Oh gods. It has already started, I thought, quickly forcing my way to the bar, in order to get back to her as quickly as possible. The bar tender however was more then a little occupied. I leaned against the sticky edge of the bar, looking at the cocktail list hanging on the far back wall.

‘Hello there sugar.’ A deep voice rumbled in my ear. I looked around. A man that could best be described as a balkan viking was leaning into me, smirking a devilish smile. Slightly tanned skin, a beard and brushed back hair that fell over a crisp white shirt. I squinted my eyes at him, deciding what action best to take. ‘You know, you’re cute and all, but.. I’m not interested.’ I said, turning my attention back to the board with chalked-on cocktail names. ‘And you know, you shouldn’t be so mean to me.’ He said, leaning even closer. ‘..Or you might just get set-up..’ His body pushed further into me as his hand painfully wrapped around my neck as he pushed his bearded lips against mine. I instinctively tried to pull away, but before I could even think of such a thing, I saw a large flash. FUCK. NO. FUCK this shit. Photograph. Fuck. I didn’t quite know what to do once he let me go, my cheek already sore from his painful grasp. I gasped, looking from the filthy viking, back to his photographing accomplice. ‘What is wrong with you?!’ I scolded, my voice slightly trembling. The viking man crossed his arms. ‘Oh sugar, no worries. I have a DEAL for you.’

My eyes quickly moved towards the bar tender. He hadn’t seen a thing. To the door man in the far back. Too far away. Fuck. Then I turned around, looking for Ange. And… There was no Ange. Oh no, shit, fuck, no. I quickly grasped for my phone, texting Ange, keeping half an eye on the two smirking idiots in front of me. ‘Where you at?’ I texted. She didn’t respond. No, no, no… My eyes flashed back at the two men, still grinning menacingly, slowly leaning closer towards me. I felt myself almost pant with worry. It couldn’t be this bad right? I was just overreacting. This was nothing. These idiots were just drunk. And Ange probably just went to the toilet. The toilets. I let my gaze fly over my shoulder to the bathroom sign. I turned back towards the men. ‘You know what. I’ll hear your deal in a bit, I really have to go to the toilet. If you’ll excuse me.’ I quickly squeezed myself through a group of drunk men whom were trying to order some beers to get out of the reach of the viking and his henchman, hastily making my way to the toilets. Thankfully there was no queing line.

‘Ange? You here?!’ I exclaimed, offering an apologetic look at some of the girls who gave me a begrudging look while they plastered on some more make-up. No Ange. Dammit. I grasped my phone again. She still hadn’t responded. I looked under the bathroom stalls, seeing if I recognised her feet. Nope. Shit. Dammit! I quickly made my way back to the dance floor, only then recognising her in the crowd. She was surrounded by a whole pack of men. Oh come on Ange, not cool. I squeezed myself in between the men, grasping her arm. She turned around, a wide, slow grin on her face. ‘What?’ She said slightly annoyed. I noticed her eyes were a bit strange, unfocussed. I looked her in the eye. ‘Did you …take drugs?’ I asked, raising my eyebrows. She slurrily laughed. ‘WhaAAATT?!’ She exclaimed, thinking it funny. ‘What what what what…’ She lulled.

‘Ange.’ I folded my hands around her cheeks, trying to make her look at me. ‘We need..to go.. okay?’ Her eyes glazed over as she fell over forwards into my arms. I looked at the men around us. They did not seem to care, they just kept laughing. And it was only now that I noticed how they were touching her, groping her actually. One of their hands firmly squeezing her ass. I gasped. What the ..fuck..was going on. I shot the men a most menacing look as I dragged a half-conscious Ange to a more quiet corner of the club, out of their grasp. Thankfully they didn’t follow.

She was surprisingly heavy as she leaned into me. ‘Whaat….’ She mumbled once more, having difficulty even looking at me. Did someone lace her drink? She surely couldn’t get drunk like this, this fast, right? I desperately pinned her against my body, leaning against the wall for support, then flipped out my phone again. Uber. No rides available at this moment. Oh. Come on. What was this place even. Google. The page kept reloading while I tried to look for a local taxi company. My eyes desperately flew across the room, interlocking with the luring looks of the viking and his accomplice again. I felt tears burn behind my eyes. Okey. I couldn’t fix everything, I guess. But I had to get Ange out of here. Yes. With all my might I dragged her wobbling, half asleep body through the sweating mass of dancing bodies. It seemed like nobody noticed us. Nobody voluntarily moved and it felt like hours before I finally had managed to coach us back to the entrance. I picked up our jackets and after what seemed like days, we got back outside.

The night was freezing cold and gloomy, the stars veiled by thick grey clouds while the occasional gush of rain drops blew in our faces. Ange had fallen asleep by now. A drug induced, hopefully not too uncomfortable, sleep. She was breathing steadily against my chest as we sat on a bench near a bus stop. It’d be another 45 minutes before the next night line bus would stop here, but it was all I could figure out at this point and time. I shivered into my jacket as I squeezed Ange tightly against me, making sure she continued to breath by keeping my left hand on her pulse. With my right hand I opened my phone again. 2.15 am. It wasn’t even that ridiculously late, but it sure felt like it. What time would it be for Henry? 6 hours later. That means… He might be up. Should I text him? I hesitated, opening Whatsapp and noticing I wasn’t the only one thinking that.

Henry is typing…

Morning dear. You’re probably sleeping right now. But look at this *a picture of a large breakfast he had made himself* Made me and my team some breakfast, thought you’d be proud of me ;) I miss you, i miss your cooking, i miss being with you. Give Kal a good hug from me and enjoy your Saturday <3

My lip started to tremble and I felt my eyes sting as long overdue tears started rolling hotly over my ice cold cheeks.

I miss you too :( so so much. :( :( :(

I sent back with half frozen hands.

Can’t sleep?

He responded. I snickered sadly, realising it’d be weird for me to respond so soon, in the middle of the night.

Actually having a seriously messed up night :/

I typed, hesitating to send it. I looked back at Ange and tried to figure what was best. Not tell him? It’s not like he could do anything about it, other then get worried sick. I knew he’d do that. I knew he’d get fed up and feel bad all day. I sighed, deleting the message again. I looked at my screen, thinking of what to type.

You okay babe?

He typed. I instantly felt more tears billow over my cheeks. Oh how I missed him. He had seen me type, then remove it again. Best just come clean. He was no fool. No secrets. I had to tell him.

Having a messed up night. Was going out for drinks with Ange at a club. No fun though. Some idiot laced her drink. Another idiot forced himself upon me :( going home now.

I pressed send and it took about a millisecond before he called me. I answered.

‘Sweetheart..’ I heard his low voice, alongside his footsteps on a stone floor as he probably moved away from his crew whom were now munching away on that breakfast. A door closing. I felt my lips tremble, and decided to just, wait a moment. ‘Sweetheart are you okay?’ He continued. I shook my head no, my lip trembling even more fiercely. ‘..It’ll be okay…’ I said quietly, feeling more tears well up. He could hear me cry. I could hear him choke up in turn. Had he ever even seen me cry? I don’t think he did. At best I’ve had a grumpy day when he was around. No crying though. I felt even more guilty. ‘Are you safe?’ He finally said, his voice laced with worry. ‘I’m safe. Just waiting for the bus.’ ‘Tell me what happened. Is Ange with you? Are there people with you?’ His words tumbled out, making me feel how confused and worried he was. I felt so bad for even telling him. Poor Henry…

‘I’m sorry for crying. Don’t worry. I am safe.’ I sniffled softly, taking another shivery breath. ‘..And Ange is with me, asleep. There’s a few people sitting near us. The bus should be here in a little while.’ I muttered. ‘Don’t be sorry sweetie. Oh..’ I could hear his mind race from the other side of the line. I could hear that door crack open again as someone called for him. ‘I’m sorry guys, can’t join..please.’ His voice sounded tight. The door closed. I could hear him breath out, making me imagine how he’d probably be standing in the hall of his temporary apartment, hesitating at what to say, the phone lingering in his hand. ‘Henry?’ I asked. ‘Yes baby.’ He immediately answered. ‘I’m a big girl. I can handle myself. Please don’t beat yourself up on this.’ I said, trying to keep my voice level. The tears had faded by now, and I was glad I didn’t have to look into those big blue eyes of his. Those surely would have cracked the roaring storm of emotions right open again. We were both quiet for a moment. Until I finally realised what was happening. He was crying. I could hear his muffled cry on the other side of the phone. Oh..no…sweet bear..

My eyebrows knitted together as my eyes drifted to some of the other drunk folk that were leaning on the pavement, waiting for the bus as well. They were not even remotely interested in my call, instead swigging down some more booze from a small drinking container. I drew in a deep breath. ‘Hey bear.’ I said gently, a silent tear rolling down my cheek. ‘Remember the day we met? ..that very humid, sweaty morning in the LA hills? Hmm..I was very much used to being alone then. Solving my own shit. But I guess that changed once I heard Kal panting in those bushes. It all changed when I rang that phone number on his tag. It all changed when I met… you.’ I spoke quietly, reminiscing that moment. I heard him break into even more tears. ‘Henry.’ I continued, ‘I knew that no matter how hard we’d try, we’d sometimes be apart. And it’s hard. And it sucks..’

‘…I miss you so much.’ He finally breathed into the phone, his voice shaky and fragile. ‘I miss you too.’ I said, looking down at Ange as she was quietly sleeping against my chest. I took another deep breath as I heard his breathing also calm a bit. Dear Henry…I thought. Then I heard that darn door open again. ‘You alright mate?’ A voice sounded. More silence, then the door closing again. ‘Please forgive me.’ He finally uttered, quietly. ‘What?’ I asked, not sure what he meant. ‘Forgive me.’ He whispered. ‘What should I forgive you for?’ My voice felt empty. ‘That I make you go through all this. That we have to be apart because of my..work….’ He drew a deep breath. ‘..Fuck this shit..’ He ended quietly. ‘Henry. Bear. That is life. There is naught to forgive. Please bear. I love you. Please hold on.’ I felt shivers run down my spine. Was this how we’d end? The thing that would break us apart? More tears started to well up in my eyes as I heard him cry through the phone. I couldn’t manage any more words, my lip trembling from both the icy cold and my emotions. We were both quiet for a long moment, the only sounds reaching my ears being the draws of shivery breaths as his crying tempered down. My heart was bursting with pain and fear. Please, don’t break up with me. Please please please.

’Never.’ I heard his voice. ‘What?’ I stammered. ‘I would never break up with you.’ He said, his voice more clear then it had been this whole phone call. I realised, belatedly, that I had spoken my thoughts out loud. I closed my eyes. In a way I felt a bit more at ease, but I also felt so very helpless. I wanted to hug him, kiss away his tears, crawl away in his strong arms. I took another shivery breath. His crying had stopped, I think, as his breathing sounded more calm. ‘Babe..’ He started, hesitating. ‘Henry?’ My heartbeat rushed in my chest. ‘..thank you for telling me. Thank you for trusting me.’ His voice sounded calm and honest. ‘Why..but..of course I trust you..’ Why would he say that? ‘I’ve gotten so used to people hiding their issues from me, because they’re scared it’s too much for me. I care about you. I want to know what’s going on in your life, in your head. I really do.’ He spoke gently. I sucked in a deep breath, a bit overcome with those words. With exes I had often hidden away my feelings and not spoken of my experiences, because I felt embarrassed or simply that it wasn’t a good moment. In the end there barely ever was a good moment and I distanced myself from them until I was more of a mom to them, then a girlfriend. Henry’s words struck a cord I didn’t even know was strung so tightly in my chest. It had snapped, just like that.

‘You still there?’ He asked. ‘Yea. Uh. Sorry. I guess I’ve never had someone say that to me before…hmm.’ I smiled meekly. ‘You are the best boyfriend I’ve ever had I think.’ I said, feeling little pangs of joy in my stomach as I heard him chuckle softly. ‘And you..by far the best girlfriend. I don’t want to lose you dear. Please know that…’ His voice swam in my head as my attention was drawn to a bus pulling up to the bus stop. ‘Hen..bear..I’ve got to go. The bus is here. Love you.’ I hung up the phone, awkwardly pushing it back in my pocket before hoisting up Ange, who was still very much knocked out.

At the hotel I hadn’t even bothered to get Ange to her room, instead plopping her on my bed and falling almost instantly asleep besides her, clothed and all. It was about 8 am when I was awakened by an irregularly buzzing phone next to my head. I drowsily looked up, noticing a whole bunch of messages that were popping up. I sat up, seeing Ange had turned on her side, still sleeping. I opened the messages. Long story short. Tickets. He had managed to get me off the schedule for some meetings I’d be having this week and gotten me plane tickets to a few of the next destinations he’d be flying to. Followed with the text. ‘I thought you could maybe answer all those emails in an airplane too?’ I smiled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, before taking a better look at the messages and emails. DARN. First plane would leave tonight. Tonight. That means I’d see him..by breakfast. Oh my. My heart started pounding as I shot out of bed, being greeted by a yawning Kal. ‘Oh KAL! What news I have!’

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The plane had landed and taxiing to the airport of Gimpo International Airport, Seoul, seemed to take forever. I eagerly looked out of the window, brushing my fingers through Kal’s fur to ease my mind. Just a few more minutes and I’d see him. Oh my. I felt butterflies in my stomach, my heart pounding and my hands clammy. The captain’s iron voice was shrieking through the speakers, but I couldn’t really make much of his heavily accented english. I sat back in the beige seat, keeping my eye trained on the window, barely registering as one of the flight attendees carefully shook me from my stare. ‘Miss? Are you ready?’ I sat up, realising first class could leave the plane first. Like. Right now. I nodded, a quick smile turning on my face as I quickly picked up my bag and followed her, being able to walk straight out after the sealed door was opened.

It got even crazier when I found a small man waiting for me outside the plane. He held up a small clipboard with my name on it, already recognising me before I realised what was going on. ‘Miss! Welcome. Please.’ He reached for my bag, which he took from me. Kal excitedly wanted to jump up at him, making the small man jump back, laughing awkwardly. ‘Bear dog! Ha!’ He said with a cute accent, his eyes squinting in a wide smile. ‘Now, follow me. Quick route.’ He gestured, as his small legs shuffled off in lightning speed. I even had to set a serious pace to keep up with him. Darn fast little man! But on the other hand, I was overly glad he was fast. The faster I’d see Henry. Once more my heart started to pound loudly in my chest as we quickly strided through customs, picked up my bags and he escorted me to the exit hall. Staying at his side of the sliding door he bowed me a goodbye. I thanked him and dragged Kal from him, before Kal could attempt another tackle on the poor man. I swished my suitcase into the exit hall, a happy Kal looking up at me, curious what adventure would be next. But all I had eyes for was him. It was hard to miss him, since he was towering at least a foot over the other people. Wearing his usual incognito sweater, sunglasses and baseball cap, he waved at me. I pulled Kal and my suitcase along, wishing I could just jump into his arms, stifle him with my kisses, heck, I’d make love to him right here if I could.

‘Hi.’ I breathed, slightly out of breath as I halted before him, dropping my suitcase - but thankfully not Kal’s leash. He smiled, quickly pulling me up into one of those big, big bear hugs. ‘Hmmmmmm.’ He hummed, not lowering me down, pushing his nose in my neck, making me giggle. I wrapped my legs around his hip, settling back in his arms a bit so I could remove his sunglasses. Green eyes meet blue eyes. We kissed. Oh how I missed this. Him. His scent. His scruffy chin. His laugh. We kissed and kissed and kissed to the point that Kal was getting impatient, jumping up at us, wanting to get in on the action. We finally let go so Henry could greet his trusty pal. ‘Hi! Hey! Been a good boy? You’ve been a good boy? Oh Kal! Kal! Kal!’ He laughed as Kal rolled on his back, offering Henry his belly to rub to mighty delight. His paw was even kicking in excitement. In between belly rubs Henry looked up at me, his face melting in what I could best describe as pure love. I could have died happily on that spot right there.

Part 8 >

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underworldwitxh · 4 years

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ROCK AND A WARM PLACE:

pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Fem!Reader

Rating: T - M(for later parts)

Songs: What a Man gotta do/ Rumors

A/N: this will be a multi part fic. Wanted to write some fluff for myself and friends. Y/N is based on my friends Misty from Bnharem.

A/N 2: This and my fatgum fic are connected, as will other stories. i will put #bnha y/n lovers in stories that are connect in this universe. each of the Y/N’s in these stories will be named in other stories.

A/N 3: click here for a list of the names of past Y/N’s in this universe.

Word count: 1,510 words

Part 1 | Part 2

When he put his phone down from answering Fat’s message about his wife, Hoshi, Kirishima just smiled softly. He cared about the older woman, she often made sure he, Amajiki and Fat often had food and other things after patrols. She really was like a mother to the two younger heros. That's when his thoughts turned towards Y/N, she was beautiful. Her beautiful long red hair was just perfect for him to run his hands through. She always made sure to send him good morning and night texts. She was a spitfire but that just made Kirishima like her more. The only down side was that whenever he’d try to tell her he liked liked her, she always blew him off because she thought he was just being nice.

It frustrated him but at the same time he just thought it made her cuter because, while she was oblivious to him she was also oblivious to others that hit on her. That's why when he heard his phone go off with her notification tone, he smiled and his smile grew when he read her text. {Lil Mama - Kiri, after your patrol. Did you wanna hang out? I was thinking of maybe going to the cafe later and wondered if you’d like to meet me there} he responds {me: yeah sure Y/N, do you want to go to that cat cafe you were talking about yesterday?} his phone then blows up with emojis. He chuckles to himself as he finishes getting ready.

The patrol itself wasn't hard but having to deal with the petty villians that decided to try and ruin his plans for later were. Every time they got the call that “so and so was trying to rob [insert store/bank here]” he got a little more frustrated. By the time he got out of his hero costume and over to the cat cafe where Y/N was waiting for him, he was worried that she’d have left because it was later than he told her he’d be there. But to his surprise there she was sitting in one of the booths waiting for him, surrounded by cats. She looked like she was having a conversation with one of them as when she looked up to see that he was there. She blushed and cuddled the cat to her chest. He smiled and waved, she waved back smiling back sweetly. Once he got over to her, he sat down across from her and started to pet one of the cats that demanded he give them attention. The two chuckle.

“So Y/N how was your day?” Kirishima asked leaning towards her putting an elbow on the table to continue playing with the cats. Y/N laughs softly. “Oh it was nowhere near as interesting as your day, did you know they had you and Amajiki-san on tv earlier, you looked so perturbed that the gossip sites were saying you must have had a hot date to get to, too.” Y/N chuckles while Kirishima silently fumes. He knew they had gotten some media coverage and that he had to deal with it, because while his old senpai had gotten better at dealing with crowds, the media still made him anxious and Kirishima knew the man had enough on his plate already he didn't need that added stress.

He tries to laugh it off, he knew she was just teasing him. But he’d love it if this was a date. He’s been in love with her for what feels like forever even though they only met a few months ago. They met because of his old classmates Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku, she apparently grew up around the hot head and the class cinnamon roll. When her first instinct was to slap Katsuki upside the head for being rude to Izuku, he knew he was fucked. She wouldn't let Katsuki get away with being mean, she even made him apologize to Izuku. And then she turned on Izuku and started yelling at him for antagonizing Katsuki. Apparently that was a normal thing for the three, she plays the mediator for those two while they egg each other on. “What has you smiling like that Kiri?” Y/N asks smiling at him while she continues to pet the cat in her lap. “Just remembering how we met. Still can't believe you grew up with Bakugou and Midoriya.'' Kirishima laughs while Y/N blushes.

“Those two always fought even when we were babies they would fight and id have to break them up. It's why I'm surprised they survived being in a class together without me.” Y/N scratches at her chin with a contemplating look on her face. Kirishima on the other hand sweat drops because he’s remembering all the fights those two did get into. Especially the one that no one knew why they were fighting or what it was about. Not until the girls met Y/N and found out that her ex had been cheating on her the entire time. The two guys were upset that neither of them had noticed and had taken it out on each other.

When one of the workers came over to let the two know the cafe was closing soon both Kirishima and Y/N reached for their wallets. But Kirishima used his height and paid for both himself and Y/N. she puffed her cheeks out and shoved the taller man, not that it did anything he was nothing but muscles. Kirishima just laughs and leads Y/N out of the cafe by placing his hand on her lower back. He led her to one of the local parks that often had bands practicing. Tonight there was a band that was playing some soft couple’s music. The square in front of the band was filled with people dancing. Y/N turns to Kirishima tugging on his arm, when he looks down at her she smiles and says “wanna join in? It looks like it’ll be fun” on the inside she’s freaking out. Because she’s liked the red head for awhile now, but she wasn't sure if he liked her.

Yeah he hung out with her and yeah they talked a lot but that doesn't mean he was into her. She hoped he liked her too. She was going to try and use them dancing as a way to tell him, without telling him, that she liked him. Kirishima just smiles down at her and nods. He takes her hand and pulls her into his chest and wraps his arm around her waist as he leads her around the dancing couples into an impressive waltz and when he spins her out she laughs softly as she spins back into his arms. Both of them get lost in the other's eyes. Neither realizing the other did like them. After dancing for a couple hours the two left the park, where they started heading to Y/N’s apartment. Once they got there, Y/N leaned up and kissed Kirishima directly on the lips.

Not like she had before where she would kiss his cheek. He stood there for a minute stunned before he wraps his arms around Y/N. bringing his mouth down to her’s he kissed her back harshly. He’d been waiting for months for this moment he wasn't going to waste it. When Y/N let out a small whimper into his mouth he groans and pulls her closer. Until he lets her go so they both can catch their breath. Kirishima looks into her eyes and sees the vulnerability in them. He takes his hands and frames her face. “Y/N, I know that you might not feel the same. That, that kiss, might not mean anything to you, but Y/N i love you and I would love it if you decided that you wanted to take a chance with a man like me.” he tells her softly.

She looks into his eyes and sees the earnest affection and adoration this man has for her. Her eyes fill with grateful tears and she nods her head. “Yes, of course I want to. Kiri-Eijirou. How could I not? I've been in love with you for months now.” she tells him. When he hears that she’s loved him for months he just started laughing, Y/N thinking he was laughing at her puffs her cheeks out again. Until he explains that he’s felt the same way about her for months too. That causes her to laugh too. Both of them thought the other was oblivious when in fact they both were oblivious.

Y/N pulls away from Kirishima and takes his hand within hers, she pulls him into her apartment where he shuts the door and locks it.

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Black Bean Noodles (II)

Part 1

A/N: So this is turning out to be longer than I expected it to be, and I wanted to make this part longer, but 1k~ is sort of my limit for writing fics (I know how short some of our attention spans can be). I do promise that there is an ending to this!

Jooheon | Fluff (plus a smidge of angst?) | 1201 words

“Hey, what do you think about this? Should I post this up on Twitter?”

You take a sip from your coffee cup and quickly put it down on your desk again as Jooheon shows you his phone. You squint at the screen, and what you see makes you choke and spit your coffee out. On the screen is a picture of Jooheon. It’s a mirror selfie. In it, Jooheon is shirtless, and you see the faintest outline of a six-pack while he flexes in the mirror. You reach over to the tissue box on the corner of your desk and haphazardly pull a few tissues out, covering your mouth with them. You cough a few times into the tissues as Jooheon pats you on gently on the back. An unwelcome heat spreads across your cheeks as you recover from your coughing fit. Was this boy trying to kill you?

“What the hell, Jooheon?” you gasp as you throw the tissues away into the trashcan. Jooheon grins in reply and he goes back to typing on his phone.

“I’ve been working hard to get them,” he says without looking at you. “You think Monbebe will want to see this?”

“I-uh,” you stammer. You take a deep breath and swallow. “I think you should run it by your manager first.”

“Mm, that’s what I’m doing right now,” Jooheon replies. “I should put a caption as well.”

He continues typing, then he looks at you. “What?” you ask, hoping the flush on your cheeks isn’t too apparent.

“Should I type out a caption in English?”

You stare at him, your brain still trying to process the few moments that had just passed. “Sure,” you say, giving what you hope is a nonchalant shrug.

“I… been working… hard,” Jooheon mutters, his brows furrowed in concentration. “Monbebe,” he says, drawing the syllables out. “You like?” He frowns. “I’ll put the flexing arm emoji.”

“Aaaand, send,” Jooheon says, tapping his phone screen with finality. “And now we wait.”

You sigh and turn back to your PC, trying to concentrate on your current report. However, you feel your heart beating loudly in your chest, and the image of Jooheon shirtless is bright and vivid in your mind. Suddenly, you’re very aware of him leaning on your desk, less than a few inches away from you. You feel your cheeks start to burn again. Jooheon’s phone chimes loudly, snapping you out of your haze.

“That was quick,” Jooheon murmurs, checking the message he just received. You see his lips press into a tight line, and he looks away from his phone.

“Well?” you ask, leaning back on your chair, hoping to catch a glimpse of his screen.

He sighs, then he turns the screen towards you. Underneath Jooheon’s sent message with his selfie and caption is a single word. ‘No,’ the text message reads. You pat him on the arm in an attempt to comfort him.

“I guess the world isn’t ready for Lee Jooheon’s abs.”

Jooheon closes his eyes, then sighs. Suddenly, he stands straight up, clutching his phone tightly in his hand.

“This just gives me a chance to work harder! I’ll get the ultimate body! Next comeback, I’ll be the one wearing sheer shirts with Shownu and Wonho.”

You laugh, amused at his sudden determination. “Atta boy,” you say, turning back to your work. “You show ‘em.”

You’re thankful for Jooheon’s nightly visits. He makes the extremely long work days barely bearable. He drops by your desk every night at around 7 pm, carrying two bowls of black bean noodles and chopsticks. The two of you eat dinner together and talk about anything and everything. He vents to you about his frustrations - how he sometimes gets writer’s block when composing songs, how hard their choreographer works them during dance practices, and sometimes even how he’d catch certain members wearing his underwear (namely Minhyuk). You sit there and eat your noodles while you listen to him rant. You notice how he has a certain rhythm when he talks, and you find that some of his rants are actually enjoyable to listen to. When the two of you would finish eating, he would hang around your desk while you finish your work, playing on his phone before he would head off to practice or to the studios. He’d always leave with a smile on his face, and he would leave you feeling giddy and dazed the rest of the night. You try to constantly deny your own feelings for him, always thinking that he would never be interested in someone as boring and mundane as you. But you can’t help the way your heart races whenever he looks at you, the way your stomach does somersaults whenever he smiles, his dimples making you feel all warm and soft on the inside. You didn’t want to admit it, and you hope that Jooheon would never notice, but you’d probably be like putty in his hands.

You type out your email, but a thought is gnawing at your mind. You want to confess to him. Even if he rejects you, at least you would have gotten your feelings out there in the open. Rejection might make them even disappear. You decide to test the waters.

You take a deep shaky breath before you speak. “Hey, Jooheon?”

“Yeah?” he replies, without looking up from his phone. “What’s up?”

“I know you must get asked this a lot, doing interviews and all but… do you have a special someone in your life?”

Jooheon looks up from his phone and frowns at you. “Why are you asking me this?”

“Oh, no reason,” you say, shrugging. “Just curious.”

Jooheon looks away from you. “No,” he replies softly.

“Not even Jisoo?”

The name of one of Starship’s backup dancers catches Jooheon’s attention. His head whips towards you, and you see the panic in his eyes. “Wha-what? What are you talking about?”

You try to respond as calmly as you can. “People see the two of you hanging out a lot. I don’t want to say there are rumors but…”

“We’re nothing. Just friends,” Jooheon says, a little too quickly. “Besides.” he adds, standing upright from his leaning position. “There’s already someone I like.”

You feel your heart sink to your stomach, disappointment filling your whole being. Tears prick at the back of your eyes, threatening to spill out onto your cheeks. No, you tell yourself. You’ll support him no matter what. You’ll be his wingman if he ever needed you, and you’ll be happy for him and whoever he ends up with, even if it isn’t you. You are his friend.

You turn your face away from him, and you try to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “So, who is this lucky person?”

“I have to go, or else Shownu will kill me for being late. See you,” he says, abruptly ending your time together.

You watch him as he leaves, his long strides almost breaking out into a run. You take a deep breath and try to focus on your work again. For the first time since Jooheon started visiting you, you feel heavy stones in your stomach instead of butterflies.

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