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Summary: Steve discovers that if he plays with your hair for long enough, you will fall asleep on him every single time.
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, established relationship, fluff, sleepy affection, domestic intimacy, kissing, touch-starved steve harrington, comfort fic (lmk if i missed anything)
W/C: 1.2k
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You’re both sprawled across his couch after a movie, the living room lit only by the television and the warm orange lamp beside the window. Rain taps softly against the glass while some terrible late-night advert mutters quietly in the background now that the film’s ended.
You’re tucked against his side beneath one of his old blankets, half talking about something Robin said earlier while Steve absentmindedly plays with your hair.
Not even consciously, really.
Just something his hands started doing at some point during the relationship and never stopped.
Twisting soft strands around his fingers. Scratching lightly against your scalp. Pushing hair back away from your face whenever it falls forward.
Steve likes touching you. This is not exactly new information.
What is new is the fact your voice suddenly cuts off halfway through a sentence.
Steve glances down.
You’re asleep.
Completely asleep.
Mouth slightly parted against his shoulder, breathing slow and even, one hand still loosely curled in the fabric of his t-shirt.
Steve blinks once.
“…seriously?”
You do not respond, mostly because you are unconscious.
Steve stares at you for another few seconds before looking down at his hand still buried in your hair.
Interesting.
The second time it happens, he starts suspecting a pattern.
You’re sitting between his legs on the floor of his bedroom while he half watches a movie over your shoulder and half messes with your hair mindlessly. You’d insisted you weren’t tired less than ten minutes earlier.
“You literally slept till eleven,” Steve reminds you while separating sections of your hair carefully.
“I know,” you mumble. “That’s why I’m not tired.”
“Hm.”
“You’re so annoying.”
“You like me.”
“Unfortunately.”
Steve grins slightly to himself before dragging his nails lightly across your scalp again.
Your shoulders loosen immediately.
Another few minutes pass.
Then, nothing.
No response to his last comment. No movement either.
Steve leans slightly sideways to look at your face properly.
Dead asleep.
Again.
Still sitting upright between his legs.
Steve laughs so suddenly he nearly wakes you back up.
“Oh my god,” he mutters quietly.
By the fourth or fifth occurrence, it becomes less of a coincidence and more of a genuinely ridiculous amount of power for one person to hold.
Especially because Steve starts testing it.
Not maliciously.
Scientifically.
“You’re doing it on purpose now,” you mumble one afternoon, already sounding half asleep despite having argued thirty seconds earlier that you were “definitely awake.”
Steve, stretched out beside you on his bed, continues scratching softly through your hair with an expression of complete innocence.
“Doing what?”
“The hair thing.”
“What hair thing?”
“The…” You frown weakly. “The sleepy thing.”
Steve bites the inside of his cheek hard trying not to laugh.
Because it really is absurd.
You could be fully awake, actively talking, even complaining about not being tired at all, and within ten minutes of Steve touching your hair for long enough you’re suddenly fighting for your life trying to keep your eyes open.
“You’re being dramatic,” he says.
You squint at him suspiciously through obvious exhaustion. “You’re evil.”
“Mhm.”
“You’re like…” Another yawn interrupts you completely. “Like a tranquiliser gun.”
Steve loses it completely at that.
You fall asleep less than five minutes later with your face squashed into his chest while he quietly laughs into your hair.
After that, it becomes sort of unavoidable.
Steve starts noticing all the tiny signs before you even realise you’re tired.
The slower blinking. The way your body gradually gets heavier against him. The increasingly delayed responses during conversations.
And every single time, without fail, the second his fingers slide into your hair properly, you melt.
On the couch.
In bed.
Once in the passenger seat of his car while he waited for Robin to come out of Family Video after locking up.
Another time at the Wheeler’s house with your head in his lap while everyone else argued loudly over a board game around you.
“You cannot be serious,” Dustin says, staring at your sleeping form in disbelief. “How does she keep doing that?”
Steve barely looks up from where he’s still lazily playing with your hair. “Doing what?”
“She was literally talking.”
“Yeah?”
“And now she’s unconscious.”
Steve shrugs like this is completely normal behaviour.
Robin narrows her eyes immediately from the opposite couch.
“Oh, this is definitely psychological.”
Steve scoffs. “What does that even mean?”
“She’s associated you with sleep now.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“It absolutely is,” Robin says. “You Pavlov’d your girlfriend.”
“I did not Pavlov my girlfriend.”
“You basically turned yourself into a human melatonin gummy.”
Steve rolls his eyes, but his hand never stops moving gently through your hair.
Mostly because Robin’s not entirely wrong.
There’s something about the trust of it that affects him more than he expects. The fact you fall asleep so easily against him. The way your whole body relaxes the second he touches you softly enough.
Like some part of you recognises him as safe before you even consciously think about it.
That part gets to him a little if he thinks about it too long.
Which is why he tries not to.
Unfortunately for him, you make this extremely difficult one rainy afternoon a few weeks later.
You’re both curled together in his bed while thunder rumbles softly outside, Steve lazily tracing shapes against your scalp while you blink sleepily up at him.
“You know,” you mumble eventually, “I think my body’s accidentally been trained.”
Steve grins immediately. “Finally admitting it?”
“This is your fault.”
“My fault you’re always sleepy?”
“My fault for trusting you enough to fall asleep this much.”
The smile slips slightly from Steve’s face at that.
You notice immediately, even half asleep.
“What?”
Steve looks down at you quietly for a second before shrugging one shoulder.
“Nothing.”
“Steve.”
His fingers slow slightly in your hair.
“It’s just…” He huffs softly through his nose. “I dunno. Kinda nice, I guess.”
Your expression softens immediately.
Because there it is.
The actual thing sitting underneath all the teasing.
Steve likes being trusted.
Likes being needed in these tiny quiet ways that nobody else really notices.
The way you automatically reach for his hand crossing roads. The way you sleep better beside him. The way you unconsciously move closer every time you’re tired.
You shift upwards slightly against his chest until you can kiss him properly.
Steve kisses you back slowly, one hand still tangled gently in your hair.
“I genuinely think this is my favourite thing.”
Your lips twitch.
“Me falling asleep?”
“No.” Steve smiles faintly. “You trusting me enough to.”
Something warm twists painfully through your chest.
You kiss him again before you can think too hard about it.
Steve’s fingers slide slowly through your hair once more afterwards, scratching lightly against your scalp in that familiar absentminded rhythm.
Dangerous.
You narrow your eyes immediately. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“You know exactly what.”
Steve looks deeply unconvincing. “I’m just touching your hair.”
“You’re literally weaponising affection.”
Steve starts laughing quietly while you attempt to glare at him through increasingly heavy eyelids.
“You’re already falling asleep,” he says.
“No I’m not.”
“You just blinked for like six seconds.”
“That means nothing.”
Steve grins down at you, still gently combing his fingers through your hair.
“You’re done for, sweetheart.”
You open your mouth to argue.
Then immediately yawn instead.
Steve looks so unbearably pleased with himself that you weakly shove at his chest in protest.
It does absolutely nothing.
Mostly because less than ten minutes later, you’re asleep against him again.
And Steve, unfortunately, looks far too happy about it.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅I think I love you babe˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Sypnosis: WHERE: You and Nicholas are childhood best friends, but you have secret feelings for him. Telling him might jeopardize your perfect friendship, but not telling him is a burden for you since your feelings for him are really sincere. Even if you were dating, you two have different love language, which makes you a Mismatch. So what will you do?
Genre: fluff, slow burn, best friends to lovers
Wc: 4,2k
A/n: @mrsyangsikmoa HAI BABEEE WHEN YOU WAKE UP I HOPE YOU FIND THIS AND CHEER UP ILY MWAH MWAH (not rly proofread so sorry if there are any mistakes) also had to google a LOT of expressions TT
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You had liked Nicholas for a long time. But seriously, you were sure that he only saw you as a friend. Another reason for you to push your feelings aside, was that you guys were childhood best friends. If you just told Nicholas that you liked him, you would jeopardize your friendship. And that was one of the things you were most afraid of.
You kept knocking on Nicholas' door. "Come on buddy we're going to miss the bus!!"
You heard the sound of footsteps. Nicholas opened the door.
"Y/n wait!! I'm getting dressed, jeez you're so impatient, we still have 10 minutes!!"
But you couldn't focus on what he said because..
"YOU CAME OUT WITH NOTHING BUT A TOWEL IDIOT" you held back your laughter.
"No shit, you kept interrupting my shower"
"Sorry, I guess.."
"Come in, you can wait in the living room"
You went in. You looked around and saw the familiar surroundings. Slowly, you made your way to the couch and sat down. Nicholas was probably getting dressed. You heard the sound of a hairdryer.
"HURRY TF UPP"
"YN I'M ABOUT TO KICK YOU OUT"
"NO"
"YES"
"HURRY UP"
"OKAY JEEZ"
After a while, Nicholas was finally ready and you guys went out. Not even a minute later, the bus arrived. You got in and Nicholas followed right behind. You guys tried to find a comfortable seat but almost all of them were full. There was only one seat.
"You should sit" Nicholas said.
"No, you should sit, I like to stand"
"You sure?"
"Yeah a 100%"
"Okay then.." Nicholas sat down and you were standing right in fron of him, holding the pole nearby.
The bus started driving, and you held yourself tighter, your knuckles turning white.
Suddenly, the bus braked and you lost balance, falling and landing somewhere.
"Shit.." Nicholas perfume was tickling your nose. You opened your eyes and saw that you landed on Nicholas' lap. He looked amusing, while you were blushing so hard, that your face was burning and red from shame. You quickly stood up, not being able to look in his eyes. "How did that even happen.." you thought. You heard Nicholas chuckle.
"S-stop laughing it's not funny"
"It is"
You avoided eye contact all the way to school. Since your lockers were also located right next to each other, it was rather hard to ignore him. You walked to your first class behind Nicholas, and you didn't realize that you were walking so close, because your head was down.
So you didn't see that he abruptly stopped and bumped into him.
"Yn? Are you okay?"
You quickly gathered all of your stuff and stood upright.
"Yeah.. sorry I didn't see you."
"Are you okay Yn? If you're still embarrassed about what happened in the bus, it's really okay. At least I have something I can tease you with"
"Hey!!!"
"Okay okay. Sorry. But I mean it. You shouldn't think too much about it. Shit happens."
"Thanks I guess.."
During your shared class, you tried to pay attention to what the teacher said. Fuck, math was sooo boring. Nicholas noticed that you looked bored so he turned to you and took your hand.
"W-what are you doing?"
He didn't say anything, just took your hand. He took a pen and started drawing stuff on your hand.
A while later, he stopped and faced you.
"Are you really ok yn?" He whispered. You didn't even realize that you had gone red.
"Y-yeah.."
A few minutes later, Nicholas was done. He had drawn a beautiful design on your hand. Since you liked stars, there were a lot of them, but also flowers. It really looked beautiful.
After class, you guys went to a cafe near your school. You sat down at one of the tables near the window.
"So, how was your day?" Nicholas said.
"Pretty fun I guess, the drawing you made on my hand is really cute"
"Just like you I guess" the moment he said that, you were shocked.
"Eh? What did you say?"
"Oh come onn you know friends always make jokes like thatt"
You felt so humiliated for some reason, you were on the verge of tears.
"U-uhm.. I.. have to go. My mom said I have to be home early tonight."
"All of a sudden?"
"Yeah.. she said we're getting visitors and she needs my help to clean"
"Okay.. I'll see you there tomorrow then I guess" (THERE = AT SCHOOL I DIDNT WANT TO RUIN THE REFERENCE)
You quickly walked home, your eyes burned with unshed tears and a lump formed in your throat. Did Nicholas really only see you as a friend? You knew that the chance of him liking you was very low, but still it had hurt a lot.
Once at home, you took off your shoes and immediately lay down. Your mom wasn't even at home, she was still working at this time. You took a deep breath. Was it really worth being sad over this? You KNEW he didn't like you back, so why did it affect you so much?
Just as you were about to rest for a while, your phone lit up with a notification. You glanced at it to see Nicholas name.
"Have you arrived home safely?"
One sentence. And still, it made your heart skip a beat.
"Yeah, I'm doing the dishes" send.
"Okay, take care ❤️"
A.. heart?
"Thanks"
Why did he send you a heart?? Your heart was racing. Were you overthinking it? Normal friends send each other hearts all the time, right?
Well, you shut off your phone and lay down on your bed. The moment you shut your eyes, you fell asleep.
A few hours later. A knock woke you up. Grumpy, you went to see who was knocking at this time in the evening. You expected to see your mom, but you were surprised to see Nicholas. "Shit.." you thought. Your mom still wasn't home, and the house was still messy.
"Yn? Can I come in?"
"S-sure.." you openened the door fully, allowing him to come in.
You expect him to confront you after seeing the messy state of your house, but he turns to you and says
"Yn.. are you okay? I noticed that you looked really uncomfortable at the café earlier and like it was obvious that you went home because you weren't feeling well.. but I'm your best friend.. you can tell me if there's something wrong.."
You almost started crying.
"I'm sorry.. it's just.. I.. I'm sorry I lied to you.."
"It's just what?"
"Hm?"
"Finish the sentence."
Your face burnt. How were you supposed to tell him you liked him? Right now? You quickly came up with a convincing lie.
"It's just.. I still couldn't move on from my dad's death.. I feel like crying whenever I remember.."
"Oh yn.. I'm really sorry.."
"It's okay.. It's not your fault.."
Nicholas embraced you in a warm hug. You tried not to think much of it, to just think of it as a friendly hug.
A few moments later, Nicholas let go.
"So.. are you feeling a bit better?"
"Yeah.. thank you.."
The next weeks were the same.
Always the same routines.
Same classes.
Your feelings for Nicholas. No. They weren't the same, they were even greater.
One evening, you guys were hanging out at your place. You had thought about it.
About telling him. But.. what if you ruined your perfect friendship? You really couldn't afford that. But your feelings? You really couldn't deny them either. So what were you supposed to do? It was a last minute decision.
"Nicholas.."
"Yeah?" His warm smile gave you butterflies.
"Uhh.. so.. there's this thing I've been wanting to tell you.."
"Yeah..?"
"Uhm.. I.. I don't know how to tell you"
"Just tell me.. I'm your best friend I won't judge you.."
"Well.. I like you Nicholas. I've liked you for a long time.. but.. I didn't know how to tell you.. it's just.. I'm scared that it might ruin our friendship.. especially since we've been friends for so long.."
"Oh yn.. you could've told me.."
"I.. don't know.. I..was scared.."
"Of what?"
"Of.. you rejecting me.."
"Awww you really don't have to.."
"What.. do you mean..?"
"Well, I never knew you saw me that way but we could explore this together.."
"Are.. you.. are you serious?"
"Yeah, I'm dead serious.."
You internally screamed. Your best friend and your crush was giving you a chance?!!!
"Okay.. then.. uhm.. this is awkward" you chuckled.
No way this was real!!
Nicholas approached you, just as if he's going to kiss you..
But instead, he hugged you. You felt the rising disappointment. But still, you were happy because your crush had accepted your feelings.
The next day, at school, you were expecting to hold Nicholas' hand.
You had imagined it the whole night.
Walking to school together.
His hand casually reaching for yours.
Maybe even him teasing you like always, but now with that small difference — that you were more than friends.
But when you arrived at his house that morning and knocked on the door, something felt… off.
The door opened.
Nicholas stood there, already dressed for school.
"Oh, hey Yn."
Hey?
Just hey?
No teasing. No nickname.
No smile that reached his eyes.
"Uhm… ready to go?" you asked awkwardly.
"Yeah."
He grabbed his bag and stepped outside, locking the door behind him. The two of you started walking. Silence. Usually, your mornings were full of chaos.
Nicholas complaining about being tired.
You nagging him for being slow.
Arguments about music.
But today?
Nothing.
Your hands brushed for a moment.
Your heart jumped.
But Nicholas quickly shoved his hands into his pockets.
Your chest tightened.
Oh.
So… that’s how it was going to be.
Maybe he regretted it.
Maybe he only said yes yesterday because he didn’t want to hurt you.
The thought made your stomach twist.
After a few minutes you forced yourself to speak.
"So…"
Nicholas glanced at you.
"Yeah?"
"So… what are we now?"
The question slipped out before you could stop it.
Nicholas blinked.
"Uh…"
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"I mean… we said we’d try, right?"
"Yeah."
"But… maybe we should just… take it slow?"
Take it slow.
The words echoed in your head.
"Right," you muttered.
The bus arrived.
Just like yesterday, it was crowded.
You both stepped in.
And again—
There was only one seat.
Nicholas looked at it.
Then at you.
"You can sit."
You crossed your arms.
"No, you should."
"Yn."
"Nicholas."
You stared at each other.
Finally he sighed.
"Fine."
But instead of sitting down, he stayed standing next to you.
Your shoulders brushed every time the bus moved.
Neither of you said anything.
Suddenly the bus braked again.
You stumbled.
Nicholas instinctively grabbed your arm.
His hand wrapped around your wrist, steady and warm.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.
Nicholas quickly let go.
"S-sorry."
Your chest felt weird.
Why was he apologizing?
You forced a laugh.
"You didn't even drop me."
"Yeah but… still."
The awkward silence returned.
You stared out the window.
Nicholas… why does this feel harder now?
Meanwhile, Nicholas was staring at the floor.
His thoughts were just as messy.
She confessed…
And I said yes…
But what if I mess this up?
You had always been the most important person in his life.
And suddenly the rules had changed.
What if he did something wrong?
What if dating ruined everything?
The bus stopped.
"School," you said quietly.
Nicholas nodded.
You both got off.
Walking side by side again.
But this time the distance between you felt bigger than usual.
As you reached the lockers, Nicholas suddenly spoke.
"Yn?"
"Hm?"
He hesitated.
Then he grabbed your hand.
Your eyes widened.
But instead of holding it confidently like you imagined…
He flipped your palm over.
And started drawing on it again with a pen.
Stars.
Just like last time.
You stared at him.
"What are you doing?"
Nicholas avoided eye contact.
"I… don't know how to do this."
Your heart softened.
"Do what?"
"This."
He gestured awkwardly between you.
"Us."
You stayed quiet.
Nicholas continued drawing small stars across your skin.
"I like you," he said quietly.
Your heart stopped.
"But I’m scared I'll ruin everything."
You squeezed his hand slightly.
"Nicholas…"
"But yesterday you expected something, right?" he continued nervously. "Like holding hands and stuff and I—"
"I did," you admitted.
Nicholas looked guilty.
"I just… need a little time."
You looked at the tiny stars he had drawn.
Just like your favorite ones.
Then you smiled softly.
"Then we’ll take time."
Nicholas looked up.
Relief flooded his face.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
You gently intertwined your fingers with his.
Nicholas froze.
Your face turned pink.
"See?" you said quietly.
"We’re already learning."
Nicholas stared at your joined hands.
Then he smiled.
A real smile this time.
Maybe the two of you were a mismatch.
But maybe…
That didn’t mean you couldn’t still fit together.
Nicholas stared at your joined hands like they were something fragile.
Something new.
Something he wasn’t sure how to hold yet.
But he didn’t pull away.
Instead, his fingers slowly tightened around yours.
A soft smile spread across his face.
"Okay… maybe this isn't so bad."
You laughed quietly.
"Wow, thanks. I feel very reassured."
Nicholas chuckled.
"I didn't mean it like that."
You both started walking to class again, hands still loosely intertwined. Every few steps, your fingers would shift slightly, like both of you were still figuring out how to fit together.
It felt nice.
But also strange.
Different.
When you entered the classroom, Nicholas quickly let go of your hand.
You paused.
The warmth disappeared instantly.
Nicholas walked ahead like nothing happened.
You stared at your empty hand.
Oh.
Your chest tightened again.
Maybe he just didn’t want people to see.
But still…
It hurt more than you expected.
During class, you tried focusing on the teacher.
Which was impossible.
Your brain was replaying every moment from this morning.
The hand holding.
The silence.
The way he let go.
Were you doing something wrong?
Next to you, Nicholas was also not paying attention.
He kept glancing at you.
You looked quieter than usual.
Did I already mess this up?
He sighed softly.
Dating suddenly felt way more complicated than he imagined.
After a few minutes, he reached for your hand again under the desk.
You looked down.
He started drawing on your palm again.
Stars.
And this time, a small heart.
Your cheeks flushed.
You whispered, "Nicholas…"
"What?" he whispered back, pretending to focus on drawing.
"You’re going to get me in trouble."
"You love it."
You tried not to smile.
After school, you both walked to the café again.
The same one from last time.
You were nervous.
Last time you left crying.
This time… you weren’t sure what would happen.
You both ordered drinks and sat at the same table near the window.
For a few seconds, neither of you spoke.
Then Nicholas suddenly leaned forward.
"So… are we dating?"
You blinked.
"You’re the one who said we should explore it."
"Yeah but what does that mean?"
"I don’t know," you admitted. "I’ve never dated my best friend before."
Nicholas laughed.
"Me neither."
You both stared at each other.
Then started laughing awkwardly.
It felt ridiculous.
Two people who had known each other for years suddenly acting like strangers.
Finally Nicholas sighed.
"Okay, new rule."
"What rule?"
"We stop overthinking."
"That’s impossible."
"We try."
You nodded.
"Deal."
Just then, the café door opened.
A group of students from school walked in.
One of them waved at you.
"Yn! Over here!"
You turned.
"Oh, hey!"
It was one of your classmates. You waved back politely.
Nicholas watched the interaction.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Who's that?"
"Just someone from my literature class."
The guy walked over.
"Hey Yn, are you still joining the study group tomorrow?"
"Oh, yeah probably."
"You should. We need someone smart."
You laughed.
Nicholas leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.
The guy finally noticed him.
"Oh, hey Nicholas."
Nicholas gave a small nod.
The guy turned back to you.
"Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you."
He left.
Nicholas stared at you.
You sipped your drink.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Nicholas."
"What?"
"You’re doing the thing."
"What thing?"
"The jealous thing."
"I'm not jealous."
"You literally crossed your arms like a dramatic anime character."
Nicholas looked offended.
"I do not look like that."
"You do."
He sighed.
"I just… didn’t know you had study groups."
"Since when do you care about my homework?"
"I always care."
You raised an eyebrow.
Nicholas looked away.
Your eyes softened.
"You know you're allowed to be jealous, right?"
Nicholas quickly shook his head.
"No, I’m not."
"Why not?"
"Because we just started this."
"So?"
"So I don’t want to act weird."
You leaned forward slightly.
"Nicholas." He looked up.
"If you’re jealous, it means you care."
His ears turned red.
"I never said that."
"You don’t have to."
Nicholas looked down at the table.
For once, he looked genuinely shy. You smiled softly. Maybe you two were still awkward.
Still mismatched.
But little by little… You were figuring each other out.
Later that evening, Nicholas walked you home. The sun had already started setting.
You stopped in front of your house.
"Well… this is me." Nicholas nodded. Neither of you moved.
"Goodnight then," you said softly.
Nicholas scratched the back of his neck.
"Yeah… goodnight."
You both stood there awkwardly.
Then suddenly Nicholas stepped closer.
Your heart jumped. He leaned down—
And gently rested his forehead against yours.
Your breath caught.
"I’m still learning," he murmured.
Your voice was barely above a whisper.
"Me too."
For a moment, the world felt quiet.
Then Nicholas pulled back quickly.
"O-okay bye."
And he walked away almost immediately.
You stared after him.
Then laughed quietly.
Your best friend.
Your crush.
Your almost-boyfriend.
Still a total idiot.
But maybe…
Your idiot.
That evening, you didn’t even notice how long you had been sitting outside your house with Nicholas still holding your hand.
It wasn’t dramatic. No big confession moment, no sudden clarity, no magical “everything makes sense now” feeling. It was just… quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t feel empty, but didn’t feel completely full either. You were still processing everything he said earlier, and he was probably doing the same thing, because Nicholas kept looking at your hand like he wasn’t fully sure it was allowed to stay there.
"You’re overthinking again," you muttered eventually, breaking the silence first.
Nicholas blinked, like he had been caught. "I am not."
"You are literally staring at our hands like they’re going to explode."
"I’m just making sure I’m not doing it wrong."
You let out a small breath through your nose, half a laugh, half something softer. That was him. That was always him. Even when he said he wanted to try harder, even when he acted confident for a second, he still looked like he was afraid of pressing the wrong button and ruining everything.
The funny thing was, you were the same.
You just hid it better.
"You don’t have to calculate everything," you said quietly, shifting your fingers slightly in his grip. "It’s not like there’s a correct way to hold my hand."
Nicholas glanced at you. "It kind of feels like there is."
That made you pause.
Because you got it. You really did. This wasn’t just about holding hands or dating or whatever label was supposed to sit between you now. It was about two people who had known each other for years suddenly trying to rewrite the entire dynamic without messing it up.
And somehow, both of you were scared of being the one who caused the mismatch.
You leaned your shoulder slightly against the wall behind you, looking away for a second. "We’re really bad at this."
Nicholas made a sound that was almost a laugh. "Yeah."
A beat.
"But we’re still doing it," he added.
That made you look back at him.
He wasn’t smiling like before. Not fully. It was something more uncertain, more real. Like he wasn’t trying to convince you of anything, just stating what was happening.
You both sat with that for a moment.
Then Nicholas shifted a little closer, not letting go of your hand, just adjusting so it didn’t feel like he was reaching across a gap anymore. "I don’t want you to think I regret it," he said suddenly, voice lower now.
"Regret what?"
"This," he gestured vaguely between you two. "Us. The confession. Any of it."
You shook your head quickly before he even finished. "I don’t think that’s the problem."
"Then what is?"
You hesitated. That was the annoying part. You didn’t even know how to explain it properly because nothing was actually wrong. That was what made it worse. There was no clear break, no obvious failure. Just small moments where things didn’t line up the way you expected them to.
"It’s like…" you started, then stopped, searching for words that didn’t sound stupid. "We know each other really well, but also not at all in this version. Like we started something new but we’re still using old habits."
Nicholas nodded slowly, like that actually made sense to him. "Yeah. That."
Silence again, but not uncomfortable this time. More like both of you were finally describing the same problem in the same language.
You looked at him properly then. His hair was slightly messy from the day, his expression softer now, less tense than earlier. He didn’t look like your best friend only anymore, but he also didn’t fully look like something new either. It was in-between. Exactly that in-between space that neither of you seemed to know how to stand in properly yet.
And somehow, you didn’t hate it.
"You’re still here though," you said after a while, quieter.
Nicholas raised an eyebrow slightly. "Where would I go?"
"I don’t know. Back to just being my annoying best friend."
He laughed at that, properly this time. "I am still your annoying best friend."
"Yeah," you muttered, "that’s the problem."
But you were smiling too.
The sun was almost gone now, leaving that soft grey-blue sky that made everything feel a little slower. You should’ve gone inside ages ago. He should’ve left too. But neither of you moved.
It felt like both of you were waiting for something to become clearer, even though nothing really was.
Nicholas squeezed your hand once, lightly. Not testing it this time, not overthinking it. Just there.
"I think," he said after a moment, "we don’t match perfectly."
You snorted a little. "Wow. Romantic."
He ignored that. "But I also think… I don’t really want someone who matches perfectly anyway. That sounds kind of boring."
You looked at him again, more carefully this time.
There was still uncertainty there. Still that slight hesitation, that gap where confidence should’ve been. But it wasn’t stopping him from staying.
And that was new.
You sighed, leaning your head back slightly. "We’re still going to mess this up sometimes."
"Probably a lot," Nicholas admitted.
That made you laugh again, more genuinely this time. "Great."
"But we’ll still be here," he added, like it was obvious.
That part didn’t sound perfect either. It didn’t sound like a promise carved in stone or some cinematic ending where everything clicks into place. It sounded more like two people acknowledging that they were probably going to be awkward for a long time, and choosing not to disappear because of it.
You shifted closer without really thinking about it, shoulder brushing his this time instead of just your hands being connected. "Okay," you said finally. "But if you mess this up, I’m blaming you."
Nicholas hummed. "Fair."
A pause.
Then he added, slightly softer, "And if you mess it up, I’m still staying."
That made you go quiet for a second.
Not because it was dramatic.
Because it wasn’t.
It was just simple.
Stupidly simple.
Like it didn’t need to be 200% or perfect or aligned or anything like that. Just two people choosing not to let the mismatch turn into distance.
You stood up first eventually, pulling him up with you slightly. "Go home, Nicholas."
He blinked. "You’re kicking me out?"
"It’s literally my house."
"Rude."
But he didn’t let go immediately, even as he started stepping back. His hand lingered for a second longer than necessary before finally slipping away, slow enough that it didn’t feel like a break, just a pause.
"I’ll see you tomorrow?" he asked.
You nodded. "Obviously."
Then, after a beat, you added, "Don’t overthink it again."
Nicholas gave you a look. "I’m not promising that."
You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I know."
And when he finally walked away down the street, it didn’t feel like a dramatic separation or a perfect resolution. It just felt like the day continuing, like things still being slightly off but not breaking apart because of it.
You stood there for a moment longer, staring at your hand like you could still feel the shape of his fingers there.
Mismatch, you thought again, but this time it didn’t sound like a problem.
please refer to my guidelines here! let me know if you have any questions as i have not updated it since 2020...
for this set of requests, i am only writing for the following groups:
&team
nct (127, dream, wayv, wish)
close your eyes
tws
ahof
possibly other groups...
send in one of the groups from above + your bias in that group in your request along with any details you'd like me to add about yourself, relationship with idol, etc. please also let me know what genre(s) you would like. if you want to request a group that isn't listed in this post, please request one of the groups above as a backup or you can message/ask me separately!
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.....In which Fuma tries to get back with his girlfriend
AITA for pushing my girlfriend for a rare Salazzle? - Murata Fuma
WARNINGS. suggestiveness (only with older members), dark humor, swearing & profanities, mature topics such as bullying, drugs, etc. every chapter has its warnings!
STATUS | Staring 20/04/2026
TAGLIST | comments on the main masterlist/ or send ask
also i have a complaint to file! I'm glad &team is finally getting recognition and fics on here, but tell me why they are ALL smut. Someone please write some fluff for them
pairing: heeseung x fem!reader || wc: 1.2k || cw: fluff! drunk!heeseung, mentions of alcohol, use of petnames || warnings: none! || a/n: i missed writing for hee, so i thought i’d bring you a little something <3
your phone buzzes well past midnight, the kind of hour where silence feels heavy and the world outside your window has gone still. you squint at the screen, the brightness cutting through the dark like a knife. the moment you see his name — heeseung — your stomach does a little flip. you already know before you even answer.
“hello?” your voice comes out groggy, thick with sleep, but it doesn’t matter. not when it’s him.
“baby, hi…” his voice is thick, slurred at the edges, warm like honey poured over gravel. there’s laughter in the background, the sharp clink of glasses, and then his low, tipsy chuckle, as if the whole situation is one big joke. “i think… i might’ve had a little too much.”
you sigh, already sitting up and tugging a hoodie over your head. the fabric smells faintly of your detergent and his cologne from the last time he wore it. “where are you, hee?”
he tries to answer, words tumbling over each other in a messy rush — something about a bar, someone’s birthday, shots that kept coming. eventually a friend in the background takes the phone and gives you the name and address, their voice apologetic. you thank them quietly, grab your keys, slip on shoes, and head out into the cold night air that bites at your cheeks.
the bar is still crowded when you arrive, neon lights spilling pink and blue across the wet pavement like spilled paint. inside it’s worse — heat rolling off bodies, music pounding low in your chest, the smell of beer and perfume hanging thick. you weave through the crowd, heart beating a little faster until you spot him.
heeseung is slumped in a booth, head tipped back in loud laughter, cheeks flushed a deep rose, dark hair messy from where he’s clearly been running his hands through it all night. his oversized shirt is rumpled, one shoulder slipping down. when his eyes finally catch yours across the room, his whole face lights up like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen.
“you came,” he says, voice cracking with pure delight as he tries to stand. he nearly trips over his own feet, grinning so wide it makes your chest ache. “you actually came for me.”
“of course i did, dummy,” you reply, half-laughing despite yourself. you slip an arm around his waist before he can stumble again, taking most of his weight. he’s warm, solid, and smells like whiskey and the faint mint of gum he probably chewed earlier. “let’s get you home, hee.”
he leans heavily against you as you guide him out, his head dropping to rest on your shoulder. every few steps he mutters something soft and half-formed — how good you smell, how the streetlights look like blurry stars, how lucky he is, how he doesn’t deserve you. you laugh quietly, adjusting your grip when he sways too much, one hand pressed firmly to his lower back.
“you’re always saving me,” he mumbles into your hair, breath warm. “my hero.”
“someone has to keep you alive,” you tease gently, helping him into the passenger seat.
the car ride is quiet except for the low hum of the engine and him humming off-key to some song only he can hear in his head. his head lolls against the window at first, then slowly turns toward you. his eyes are heavy-lidded but fixed on your profile with that soft, unfocused adoration only drunk heeseung seems to have.
“you’re so pretty, oh my god,” he says suddenly, voice full of wonder like he’s seeing you for the first time. “how are you so pretty? it’s not fair.”
your chest tightens, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the late hour and the exhaustion creeping in. “close your eyes, drunkie. you’re going to make yourself dizzy.”
“can’t,” he protests softly. “too busy looking at you.”
back at his apartment, getting him upstairs takes real effort. he clings to the railing with one hand and you with the other, giggling every time he misses a step. by the time you reach his door, he’s half-draped over your back, arms looped loosely around your shoulders.
inside, he collapses onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, arms spread wide like he’s surrendering to gravity itself. “bed. best invention ever. seriously. whoever invented beds deserves a medal.”
“you’ll feel like death tomorrow if you sleep in your jeans,” you remind him, already tugging at his jacket. he lifts his arms clumsily, still grinning like an idiot.
“help me, baby. please? i’m useless right now.”
you shake your head but smile anyway, peeling off his jacket, then coaxing the shirt over his head. he makes it harder than it needs to be — laughing when the collar gets stuck around his ears, insisting “i can do it myself” before giving up completely and letting you finish. you slip him into soft pajama pants and an old t-shirt that hangs loose on his frame.
once he’s changed, you grab a damp cloth from the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bed to wipe his face. you move slowly, gently brushing it across his flushed cheeks, his forehead, the corner of his mouth. his eyes stay on you the whole time, the playful spark fading into something softer, quieter.
“you’re taking such good care of me,” he murmurs, voice low and a little raw. “always do. even when i’m like this.”
“someone has to,” you whisper back, folding the cloth and setting it aside. your fingers move to smooth his messy hair away from his face. the strands are damp with sweat, soft under your touch.
when you reach to tuck the blanket over him, his hand suddenly shoots up and catches yours, pulling it down to rest flat against his chest. his heartbeat is steady and strong beneath your palm, a little faster than usual from the alcohol.
“stay,” he says, almost childlike in how open and vulnerable it sounds. his eyes flutter, fighting to stay open. “don’t leave me alone tonight. please.”
“i’m not going anywhere,” you promise softly, squeezing his hand. you sit beside him until his grip loosens and his breathing starts to even out. you think he’s finally asleep when his voice breaks through the quiet again, smaller this time.
“goodnight, baby… try not to be too mad at me when you wake up.” his words are still slurred, but the smile on his face is gentle, almost shy. his eyes finally drift closed.
you lean down, pressing a lingering kiss to his temple, breathing him in — the faint trace of alcohol mixed with his usual warm scent. “goodnight, hee.”
you slide under the blanket beside him, careful not to jostle the bed too much. almost immediately he shifts closer, seeking you out even in sleep. his arm drapes heavily over your waist, pulling you in until your back is pressed to his chest. his body relaxes the second he feels you there, a deep sigh leaving him as his breath evens out against the back of your neck. warm. steady. safe.
you stay awake a little longer than he does, fingers brushing slowly through his hair, tracing light patterns on his arm. the city noise outside is distant, muffled. in here it’s just the two of you — his soft breathing, the faint rise and fall of his chest against you, the way he clings like you’re his anchor.
even though he probably won’t remember half of this tomorrow — the clumsy giggles, the endless compliments, the way he begged you to stay — you know the truth. drunk or sober, messy or put-together, he’s yours. and you wouldn’t trade these late-night rescues for anything.
synopsis: y/n goes out late at night without her boyfriend, jinhwan, to stock up on ice cream. the night ends up leaving y/n confused and broken. from there, y/n has to figure out who her true friends are, and who she really loves.
genre: fluff, angst, and some comedy
a/n: i had so much fun creating this series!! i honestly did not think it would add up to 31 parts, and i’m happy to have gotten so much support for this! i will definitely be making another series as soon as i finish my requests ♡
please refer to my guidelines here! let me know if you have any questions as i have not updated it since 2020...
for this set of requests, i am only writing for the following groups:
&team
nct (127, dream, wayv, wish)
close your eyes
tws
ahof
possibly other groups...
send in one of the groups from above + your bias in that group in your request along with any details you'd like me to add about yourself, relationship with idol, etc. please also let me know what genre(s) you would like. if you want to request a group that isn't listed in this post, please request one of the groups above as a backup or you can message/ask me separately!
thank you so much for your support and i hope to hear from y'all soon!! <3
