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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1,

Chapter 2,

Chapter 3,

Chapter 4,

Chapter 5,

Chapter 6

Summary: The Weasley family have traditions about marriage and Bill has to respect them if he truly wants the reader become his wife. In the attempt to respect his family wishes the weasleys have to visit reader’s grandparent Tim Grant who has a lot of things to say

Word count: 5K TOO LONG I’M SO SORRY

Warnings: none(?

A/N: Hey! part 6 of this thing. I’m so sorry to update this late but it was a complicated chapter and the longest so far. I’ll try to make small chapters from now on and the wedding is aproching, you guys!! i’m sooo excited to publish that part but we have to wait a little more for that.

So, as i’ve said in the last chapter, i changed some things from de canon like Bill being attacked by Grayback and such. it’s just for the plot of this series ok? hope you don’t mind guys.

Anyways, like always, english not my mother language so pls let me know if somethings wrong. Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Your life is not enough

You needed a couple of weeks to fully recover, even if it meant having Bill on your back every hour and taking you away from your duties with the Order. The mission that Remus Lupin gave you had to wait until further notice, all for William's excessive concern about your wounds

The task of keeping you away was complicated, more so when the Death Eater attacks had gained strength that no one expected. The members of the order spent twenty-four hours a day on watch with no time for breaks, even Bill went three days without sleep until you, still recovering , left the room and dragged him back with you regardless of his constant complaining. Molly supported you in the decision - thank god - telling her son not to worry that the rest of the Order would keep their eyes fully opened and he could rest comfortably next to you

The drastic change in Mrs. Weasley's behavior confused you because there was no reason for it, but the relief helped make your recovery quicker and less painful. The healer who you the morning after the accident with the Death Eaters took too long to close the wound as it was a curse wound and it needed a counter spell to heal properly, but not having one, he used other tactics and Dittany to help it heal. However, the help had come too late, and the scar was a throbbing fact that stung terribly when you made the slightest move. The healer said the burning and discomfort would go away with time, but the redness would stay forever. You thought that would be the last of your problems until you got your first glimpse of the result of the attack.

It was a disastrous thing, but it could have been much worse. You sighed as you looked at your disheveled image in the bathroom mirror. You had just taken a shower and Bill was still dressing in the bedroom. You took off the robe Ginny had given you a night before, watching the scar glisten across the valley of your breasts ending above your ribs. You sighed again, if you didn't consider yourself pretty before, at that moment you felt awful.

A new figure appeared in the reflection accompanied by a bright smile. William wore his white shirt tucked into his pants, his bow tie dangling from his collar and his suspenders placed perfectly flush against his shoulders. You smiled, looking at him through the mirror.

“Getting used to your dazzling new short hair?” You asked as you noticed Bill's nervous hand run over his head for the fifth time after the shower. Bill groaned, burying his face in your neck.

“I hate this style”

“And why did you cut it off, then?”

“Mom made me," he stated, tightening his hands around your waist, "She wants me to make a good impression, and for once I wanted to please her in something”

“Wow, your mom wanting to impress my family? That's new”

“Well, not every day you get to visit Lord Voldemort's brother," you gave him a bad look, smacking his hand, "Too soon for a joke, sorry”

You shook your head, escaping from Bill's embrace putting perfume behind your ear, on your wrists and neck. You gasped when a small drop of perfume touched your wound, reddening it. Your eyes lost in the scar again, knowing that even if your dress managed to cover most of it, the initial edges would be exposed like the body of a worm crawling through your clothes. Bill discovered your discontent. He hugged you again, running his fingertips over your sore skin as he kissed your bare shoulder. Maybe you couldn't see it, but for Bill you were perfect. Not just for the way you looked, but the beautiful heart that, even if he didn't deserve it, you had given him without any qualms. You deserved to be appreciated by the rest of the world, not just by him.

“I love you. You know that, don't you?”

“Even with the scar?”

“With the scar even more. It shows how brave you are and you should be proud of it. You saved Mad-Eye”

“The others will see it”

“It's their problem, not yours. You're still the most beautiful woman in this world.

You smiled, stroking the short hair of the man behind you.

“Not as much as that”

“You're right. I stand corrected. You are the most beautiful woman in both worlds”

“William...”

“I'll help you get dressed," he said, noticing that you were blushing up to your ears. William smiled without understanding why a sweet comment could make you blush, but not the fact that he was looking at you naked from the waist up. He picked up the dress hanging on the dresser reaching over to help it over your head pulling it down gently so as not to hurt you. Then, he zipped up your back leaving a wet kiss on your neck.

Bill's false calm didn't go unnoticed by you. As you smoothed the folds of your dress you noticed the trembling in his hands and the way his feet drummed on the floor. He was playing with the zipper of your dress pulling it up and down, trying to calm his nerves

“Bill, it's not necessary to do this”

“It is!” He replied looking up. You turned to him, crossing your arms around his neck, "I want to respect the traditions, to do things right. I want to show everyone that we mean business. It's just that...”

“My grandfather scares you?”

“What? No” You raised an eyebrow “Okay, maybe a little”

“You don't need to talk to him. He'll understand”

“I want to”

You gave in to Bill's pout. A few days ago, just after he asked you to marry him, Arthur Weasley spoke to his son asking him how he would go about keeping the traditions of the family. Bill didn't seem to understand what he was referring to when his father explained that the Weasleys used to always, always, visit the bride's parents' home right after the engagement to ask for their approval. Offerings were usually brought in a show of respect and the parents in question would respond by offering dinner for the guests. Bill's eyes widened, was that a real tradition?, he didn't know, “why didn't you ever tell me about it!” he questioned his father in a shout. Arthur knew about his son's untimely ignorance, returning the accusation, “Would that have made any difference on your desire to have her as your wife?” Bill didn't have to think too hard. “Of course not!” he shouted and his father laughed, patting him on the shoulder. His son was brave and would have asked for his bride's hand even from Voldemort himself. Bill was lucky tho cause he only had to talk to the old alchemist Tim Grant.

Your grandfather was the only one in the family who seemed to be neutral in the war caused by his brother, but above all he was the person who loved you most as you had both been banished from the Grants for standing up for your own convictions. Maybe Tim wasn’t an active member of either side, however, the blood connection with his brother Tom Riddle sent shivers down the spines of those around him. The man isolated himself in the Galapagos islands dangerously close to a volcano, where he was sure his brother wouldn’t dare to look for him. The Weasleys, hearing the story from your lips didn’t understand why.

You used a portkey to get to your grandfather's house. Arthur had communicated with Tim hours earlier and the two of them managed to establish a connection undetected for the ministry thanks to the old Grant's powerful magic and his skills as an alchemist. You couldn't hide your excitement at seeing your grandfather again, which encouraged Bill's eagerness to formally introduce himself to his next.... grandfather-in-law?

“Well then, but you don't have to worry. Grandpa is a very understanding man”

“Yeah, I'm sure he is”

“Bill Weasley, who knew talking to an old man would make you so nervous?”

“Very funny” he rolled his eyes, gluing his forehead to yours “I just want him to like me, (Y/N)”

“He likes everyone”

“That doesn't make me feel any better.”

“It will when you talk to him and see there's nothing to be afraid of” You stood on your tiptoes cause even with your high heels you couldn't reach his height. You kissed his cheek, snatching a warm smile from him “He's not like the rest of my family”

“I didn't mean to imply that, I'm sorry”

“It's all right, I know you didn't mean it. Now let's go downstairs, your mother must be going crazy”

“As if she wasn't already”

You slapped his arm as you descended the stairs. You didn't want Molly to hear them and relive her recently dissipated discontent with you

The rest of the family were already near the portkey with their arms full of baskets with offerings for your grandpa and the twins carrying some strange ornaments. Bill's sister Ginny greeted you with a smile, handing one of the baskets to her older brother. Molly and Arthur approached their children, both hanging on the opposite arm dressed in their best sunday clothes to make a good impression. You smiled without waiting for Bill's mother to smile back.

After the accident at Little Whinging Molly's rudeness disappeared. Not that she accepted you with open arms, but she stopped making bad comments and avoided looking at you in a bad way. Bill didn't know what Mad-Eye said to his mother that night when he told everyone how you had saved him knowing how much he owed you, but Bill didn't understand the size of the changing till he saw his mother offer you a piece of litchi pie the night after the attack when you were recovering from the wound. It was not that big of a deal really, but it had left you with a permanent smile on your face.

It was Molly herself who had taken the initiative to encourage Bill to fulfill the family tradition. If a Grant was going to come into their home as their son's wife then she should do it the way they knew. Her first piece of advice to her son was cutting his hair to a normal length. Bill was horrified by his mother's words cause he knew she was taking advantage of the moment to make him suffer with his precious mane. He did it anyway, because there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't do for you

It was a drastic change, but it was worth it. Molly saw your eyes sparkle at the sight of her son so changed, with his hair cut short and his beard shaved. Your fingers danced over his face appreciating the effort Molly, not yet convinced of your influence at home, had made for you. Molly stifled a smile, unaware even to herself, that you were slowly beginning to win her heart.

You touched the shuttle at the same time falling precipitously in the sand and Harry helped you up with a smile. Then you walked straight appearing in front of a huge house that was sheltered by the foothills of the bubbling volcano on the other side of the island. The twins, like the rest of the family, let out an exclamation of astonishment as Ron, harried by the huge spiders hovering in the sand, ran for the door.

The smell of freshly cooked food escaped through the cracks in the door before it was opened. The twins' eyes widened as they recognized the delicious smell of cooked prawns and coconut sauce wafting over their heads. You knocked on the door three times, then stopped and resumed the knocking four more times. The Weasleys watched you, did you have a special code to communicate with each other?

"Come in" You gave way to them closing the door behind you and sealing it with an unknown spell. Bill waited for you at the threshold as his family was already making their way to the table where a very well dressed Tim Grant was waiting for them sitting in the main chair. Bill looked at him from his position, shaking “We still have time to run away” you joked “If you're not ready...”

“I am," he said confidently.

“Okay”

You both walked toward the dining room. Tim was greeting the rest of the family enthusiastically. Bill sighed. At least Tim seemed to get along with his parents, so that was good. They all filled a seat, with Tim occupying the head and Arthur the opposite end; Molly sat on Tim's right side and you sat on Mr. Weasley's right side. The twins, Ron, Harry and Ginny took the middle seats leaving Bill the only vacant spot on Tim's left side. Bill took a breath before taking the seat and receiving a curious look from the man.

“Ah, how wonderful is to have more people to fill the empty spaces! A table this big doesn't serve any purpose unless it's fully occupied, does it? That's what I always say!”

“Don't you usually get many visitors?” asked Molly, breaking the ice. Bill felt sweat trickle down his back. Tim guffawed, patting the back of Molly's hand on the table.

“I’m afraid so. I think that is cause I'm the only one crazy enough to live near an active volcano and my family's fame doesn't help me much either, I'm generally a lonely man. Most of the time it's frustrating, but I can deal with it. You are a big family from i can see, are they all yours, Arthur?”

“Only the redheads," he replied. You recognized in his tone of voice a slight pride “The other one is...”

“Harry Potter” Tim Grant's eyes sparkled with recognition. He looked at Harry with a smile, bowing his head to him in respect. Harry did the same “I know him. He's the guy who's been giving my brother headaches”

Tim's laughter echoed through the house being followed by the twins and you cleared your throat to get his attention. Tim spotted you from across the table waving his hand dismissively.

“Grandpa, please”

“A little joke to lighten the mood, my dear, oh, are these for me?” he questioned, bringing closer the baskets offered by the Weasleys resting on the table. Bill's basket was in front of him waiting to be properly delivered, so he stood up and did as he should. Tim Grant gladly received it, complimenting the selection they had made “What a cute boy, did you see him, dear,? he's gone red!”

You let out a chuckle, nodding at your grandfather's words. Bill's face was flushed as he returned to his spot and looked down at his hands. Tim guffawed again and banged the table.

“I appreciate the gifts, Arthur, I've never been part of a tradition like this before”

“It was important for my son and the rest of us to do it, to introduce ourselves properly”

“Sure! It's what a family with honor does. I'm not surprised. No, not at all. The Weasleys were in the book of the sacred twenty-eight for a long time until they were struck off the list. Tell me, that was quite a blow, wasn't it?”

“Not so much, my family has never cared about that sort of thing”

“Of course! It never did, I could see it up close. Did you know I was friends with your grandmother, Lysandra Yaxley?”

Arthur's eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Really. My family also once belonged to the most important pureblood families until I was born, of course. Lysandra and I became friends because her family also got kicked off the list when Cedrella, your mother, married your father Septimus Weasley. Even your grandfather Arcturus was removed from the Black family tree which was an embarrassment for him being that the ancestral Black family is too proud and such. Anyway, that's part of life, right? Creating new families, bringing people together...”

“Was your family always purebloods?” Fred asked. Tim shook his head

“It was. As I mentioned, before I made my appearance in this world”

“Why?”

Tim was suddenly silent. You scanned your grandfather's face waiting for an answer. Dinner plates flew in from the kitchen and positioned themselves at each guest's place setting while a huge chocolate fountain was set up in the center accompanied by a plate overflowing with assorted fruit. The baskets took a turn and took a place on your grandpa's shelves. Tim sighed, looking at the Weasleys asking to begin dinner.

“I’m the son of a witch, but not of a pure blood wizard”

“Don't you and Lord Voldemort share the same father?”

“Harry...”

”It's all right, Molly, I can answer that” Tim rubbed his chin, thinking “I understand your concern boy, being hide here doesn't make me ignorant to what's going on out there and I know better than anyone what you're going through. You need weapons against my brother and you do well. Tom is a big threat, a very big threat indeed. You're right, Tom and I don't share a father, but that doesn't make him any less my brother.

“I think we're straying from the subject that brought us here” mentioned Arthur feeling a sudden warmth. You supported him, but Tim continued to speak

“I was the son of Merope Gaunt and Aleister Grant. My father was a famous son, grandson and great-grandson of brilliant alchemists, and unsurprisingly he was one himself. Merope Gaunt was... a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin and a Parselmouth. She had a brother named Morfin and my grandfather was Sorvolo Gaunt. My parents met when the Gaunts had just moved to Little Hangleton after their exile and needed a place to stay. They became the owners of a squalor ridden shack on the edge of town and well, my father was a young alchemist who lived near the Gaunt abode”

You sipped from your wine glass as you listened to your grandfather speak. Never, even with the rest of the family, had he ever struck such a chord as he was doing with the Weasleys. The truth was that you didn't understand why he was telling them all that, however, you weren’t interested in interrupting the story as you knew your grandfather had a purpose with him.

“Those of us who are dedicated to alchemy have never enjoyed an enviable reputation because our transmutation abilities are mostly underestimated by the things that magic in general can produce and it makes a science like alchemy reserved for muggles in their attempt to approach the power that the wizards possess. Personally I think there is something right about that, precisely cause the transmutation in the Muggle world is divided into subjects they taught in schools like chemistry or physics, but alchemy goes beyond that, it’s a connection between the wizard and the spirituality that each one possesses...” the man's gaze was lost in a place at the table, pausing the story. Harry settled back on the seat waiting for him to continue “But it's very difficult to erase the deep-rooted ideas about it, so the best is ignore that and continue doing what we believe is right. Anyway, ah! I got off topic, didn't I? Okay, okay, well my parents ended up meeting and my father fell in love with my mother as fast as my socks get cold at night, but that infatuation wasn’t well regarded by my uncle and even less by my grandfather, of course, for the fame of the alchemists at the time”

“So what happened?” you asked. Tim smiled at you, taking a bite of the rye bread on his plate.

“My mother was treated worse than a house- elf by her father and Morfin, so she decided to run away with my father to France where he had several alchemist friends who could protect them. The Gaunts might have been exiled, but they were still dangerous and to be honest I think my father was terribly afraid of uncle Morfin. They eventually made it to France, but they encountered an infamous muggle who tried to hurt my mother”

Everyone stopped eating to pay attention to Tim as he drank his third glass of wine. You thought that your grandfather wouldn't even be able to stand up by the end of the night.

“He was known as Gilles De Rais. He was a sadistic muggle who tried to become a wizard even though he wasn't born a wizard and used my father to tell him secrets of alchemy. One night they were having a conversation when my father revealed him that there were certain amounts of gold in people's bodies. Gold is a very valuable component, as you already know, so the man's greed didn’t take long to show itself and he questioned my dad how it could be obtained. My father told him that the only way to obtain the gold was by draining the blood and dividing it with a very complicated procedure, however, the gold of an ordinary adult was quite scarce. The real wealth was in the blood of children of no more than ten years old because they possessed a great amount of gold and other components that could be transmuted into riches. The muggle did so, and when he learned that my mother was a real witch, he wanted to know if golden blood ran through her veins, which would make him richer than he already was. My father refused, and decided to leave the place before he hurt us, because they knew she was already pregnant. The muggle went mad and unleashed in him a fury that spread throughout France”

The Weasley twins chorused an astonished murmur as the others moved up to the table so as not to miss a word of the story. You sent a glance at Bill as he hadn't stopped sweating and going over his words all evening.

"They wanted to go back to Little Hangleton but my uncle and grandfather were still in a rage waiting to see them arrive, so my father sent my mother alone while he found another place to stay as he could not expose her to the cold streets of France while on standby, so they had no choice but to leave her with her family avoiding revealing my existence to them. Uncle Morfin didn’t want my mother back, but my grandfather convinced him because they needed someone to take care of the house and their needs. Time passed, my father didn’t come back and I was born in the garden of the house while my mother watered the plants”

“My birth was a surprise to everyone because my mother knew how to hide me well until my father's arrival but, as that didn't happen, I couldn't stand it any longer and made my triumphant appearance on my grandfather's favorite bushes. Uncle Morfin was furious and even tried to get rid of me immediately, but my mother clung to me like a lioness.

“Really?”

“Really," he replied with a broad smile, "I think a part of her was still holding on to my father showing up at some point and getting us out of there, but again that didn't happen. Mom had to endure her brother and father's abuse for me and that's a debt I can never repay”

The whole table fell silent, thinking. Dinner continued as a heavy thunderstorm rumbled overhead, accompanying old Tim Grant's story as if it were yesterday. The man paused to eat and the others did the same with no desire to miss a word. Harry's eyes sparkled in wonder and Mr. Weasley's strong hand on yours helped to soothe your fervent anguish.

“I guess that's what mothers do, isn't it? Anyway, the years passed and I had to live under uncle Morfin's shadow and at the mercy of his growing wrath. When I turned five I started helping the market men with their chores in exchange for a couple of pounds which we had to exchange later for galleons and sickles to survive for two weeks. Mom helped bring money into the house, but it wasn't enough. Then, at seven, the Dream Messengers showed up one night telling me I was required to study at the Uagadou magical college in Africa so I couldn't refuse”

“Wait, Uagadou takes students from the age of seven?”

“Oh I see," the man settled back in his chair, wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin as he stared at Ron, "I forgot that the rest of the magical schools aren't very well known around here, are they? Well, yes, some schools take in very young students as is the case with Uagadou or the Japanese school. It depends a lot on the traditions in each region i guess, because in the African school they select only descendants of alchemists or who have had at least someone in their bloodline whose spirituality helped them to become one. It wasn't all as easy as that, of course, because each student had to pass a test before having a permanent stay, but....

“What kind of test?” Harry questioned when dinner was over and they start dessert. The twins were the first to help themselves a piece of fruit, playing with the chocolate fountain in the center of the table.

“One that only wizards with alchemist ancestry could pass, Mr. Potter. I passed the test so I had no choice but to move to the castle immediately. I didn't want to leave my mother alone, but she convinced me to do it. Going to Uagadou was a great opportunity for me and for her cause it meant I could follow in my father's footsteps” Tim's face suddenly darkened as he pushed away the overflowing plate of fruit Molly offered him. He folded his hands on the table and thought for a long moment. The twins continued to play with the chocolate fountain but a fierce look from their mother made them stop. Then Tim Grant sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow with the handkerchief on his coat “I regret that decision to this day. I could have gone to Hogwarts like any other wizard, but I suppose my ambition got the better of me. Maybe... if I hadn't left Little Hangleton she never would have met Tom Riddle”

You tensed as you felt the pressure of Mr. Weasley's hand on yours a little too tightly. One glance at the others was enough to understand the dread the name struck their nerves. You even caught a glimpse of the hiss on Molly's lips and saw the sting in Harry's scar. Tim let out a chuckle, taking another drink from his wine glass.

“My brother’s father. I didn't hear from him until a couple of years later, when my mother wrote to me saying that uncle Morfin was in Azkaban and that my grandfather had died. She didn't give me many details, however, she did very vaguely mention the presence of a muggle who was quite striking to her. For better or worse, my mother was already forgetting my father, believing that he had abandoned her or, at worst, that he had dropped dead somewhere in France. I didn't believe the same, but it was logical that she got tired of waiting. I would never have grown tired, at least not having loved the way they did”

Your gaze rolled to meet Bill's eyes as he looked back at you. He smiled at you, causing you to blush. Then you both looked back at your grandpa who was sipping a new glass of wine.

“It was a couple more years before I stopped hearing from my family. Mom never wrote again and with uncle Morfin in Azkaban there was nothing that could be done. When I was eleven i returned to Little Hangleton only to find that my mother had married Tom Riddle, got pregnant and he had thrown her out on the street like a dog. She was left with nothing, unable to return to her father’s old house, and was forced to wander in the streets for months, until one rainy december night she went into labor in the middle of an alley. I helped her as much as I could, dragged her to the door of an orphanage where my mother no longer even had the strength to save the three of us. She had her wand in her hand, but she never used it. She gave up in front of me, the baby was born and asked me to name him after his father. She put him in my arms, the door of the orphanage opened, but mother had already died”

“Grandpa-”

“As you can understand, it's kind of hard for me to remember all that," Tim Grant's reddened eyes closed, choking back tears, "I was just a little kid taking care of a baby and I didn't do my best job of raising him. I was upset with my mother for a long time after she died, but I don't judge her now. After living an almost totally miserable life, my mother had no hope and not enough courage to make her want to keep trying, even for the sake of her newborn son. That decision had a considerably negative impact on Tom's psyche as he was growing up I suppose cause I had to go back to school and I couldn't take him with me, I would have! Of course I would have. I tried, but Tom wasn’t descended from any alchemist and there was nothing I could do about that. I tried, Merlin knows I did. I felt the need to leave him in that orphanage. I visited him whenever I could. For a year I went back and forth from continent to continent to see him, but that wasn't enough for Tom to grow up feeling loved. Orphanage life is hard, dear friends, we shouldn’t judge others too harshly, much less a lonely mother” Tim Grant's irritated eyes were fixed on Harry, reflecting deep pain “She was weakened by her long suffering and she never had Lily Evans’ courage. Everyone sacrifices for those they love in different ways, and my mother did it in her own way”

“Why didn't you ever talk about this?” you asked from across the table. Everyone looked at you “when dad asked you so-”

“Your father didn't need any more reasons to support Tom's follies” Tim shook his head “My brother is a very convincing person not only with his family members but with anyone who gets in the way of his plans. He has a very affiliated serpentine tongue, he inherited the gift of gab from our ancestors and your father grew up under his influence”

“We're very sorry for what you had to go through, Tim, but there's nothing that can be done about you-know-who and all that's left for us to do is to fight him”

“I understand, Arthur, but that doesn't stop me from blame myself. I did what I could, but an eleven-year-old can't take the place of his parents. When I graduated from school and wanted to take care of him Tom was already at Hogwarts and completely disappeared from everyone's eye," he lamented, scrunching his eyelids together, "That was the last time I saw him as the real Tom and not the ghastly grayish mass he is now”

The twins and Ron laughed at the comment and were immediately silenced by their father. Tim scrunched up his eyes, took a breath and let out a laugh looking around the room.

“Well, enough whining, that's not what you guys are here for, is it?” Bill, that had kept silent, denied when the man turned to see him, "What's done is done, and lamenting won't do any good, but I hope that what I've just told you will help you to see Tom's human side if he still has it, which I doubt it very much”

“Thank you, sir”

“You're welcome, Harry, dear, well? What was you wanted to tell me, my boy?”

Tim Grant turned his full body towards Bill, almost climbing up on the table fixing his huge opaque eyes on Bill's. Bill held his gaze noticing that the man was drunk since the beginning of the evening. He looked to you for help, but you were too busy watching Mrs. Weasley's reaction to hearing the reason for your visit.

“Come on, boy, don't be shy”

“I... well, I wanted to-”

“Oh, Arthur, your son is so cute!” he shouted as he squeezed Bill's cheeks. His brothers and Harry laughed and even Molly hid a mischievous smile by putting a piece of apricot in her mouth “Poor frightened boy. But, come on! I'm not going to make it harder for you, I know you're here to ask for my granddaughter's hand in marriage, aren't you?”

“Yes, that's right, sir”

“Well, that's a great gesture of you, but this is a job for (Y/N)’s parents”

“It is, but you understand that under such circumstances we couldn't pay a courtesy visit to the Death Eaters," Arthur interjected with an amused smile.

“Indeed”

“So...”.

“So..." repeated Tim. You sighed, "You love my granddaughter?

“Yes, sir”

“How much?”

“A lot”

“Are you going to protect her, take care of her, and love her?”

“With my life, sir”

“Your life is not enough for me, William” Tim smiled at him, tapping Bill's chin with one of his fingers “My granddaughter is still a Grant, descended from very powerful wizards. My hand will not tremble to revenge the suffering you put her through, am i being clear?”

“Y-yes, sir. Crystal clear”

“Good boy," he replied, patting his cheek. Then he turned to Molly, took her hand and kissed the back of it, giving her a beautiful smile. The woman blushed, but it didn't last long because the man turned to her husband and bowed his head in respect. Arthur pressed your hand on the table and also kissed the back of your hand, making a promise “Well, then. Arthur, your son has my blessing to marry my granddaughter”

Mr. Weasley raised his glass, offering it to Tim.

“Thank you, Tim. We promise to take care for (Y/N) as a member of our family”

“I hope so." The man rested his chin on his hands, watching the huge smile form on your lips and kissing Arthur's cheek. He turned to Molly lightly patting her shoulder offering her a sweet roll which she accepted with a giggle “It's nice to see you accepting my (Y/N) so well” Molly wrinkled her nose “Since who she is and coming from a family as complicated as ours...it was hard for me to believe that someone from the outside could fall in love with her someday. I always knew my little girl was different from everyone” Tim's brown irises clouded over. Molly fell silent “You could put her in a basket of rotten apples and she'd make them blossom, so I'm glad to hear you've taken her in as one of yours. Being a Grant is a very complicated task, i never had a problem with people speaking shit about me, i was never ashamed to be recognized as Lord Voldemort's brother, but my yoke should not fall on my granddaughter” Molly Weasley listened carefully “I have always been a faithful supporter of being judged individually and not by the others actions, that would be like punishing children for their parents mistakes, wouldn't it? That wouldn't be fair and it wouldn't make us any less guilty than my brother, isn't that what he’s doing? Punishing Muggle-born wizards just because they weren't born under Merlin's blessing? I like you, Molly, I know you understand.

A pain in her chest made her look down, embarrassed. But then Tim lifted her chin at just the right moment for her to catch the moment her son rose from his place to walk over to you and lock you in a breath-stealing hug. Arthur was at your side watching you and then his attention focused on his wife giving her a beaming smile, the kind she hadn't seen in a long time. Even the rest of their children had joined in the celebration and Harry rose to congratulate you while you and Bill happily sealed your engagement with a kiss. Tim moved Molly's chin towards him, their gazes colliding.

“Yes," Molly whispered, "I understand.

“Good” Tim let out a laugh, pulling away from Molly to toast. The woman watched you as she smiled thinly ”Then my story was useful somehow”

Tag list:

@purple-vodka-99

@vampirestrawberries

@accio-remus-lupin

@pennyllanne

#bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter cast #Harry Potter imagines #fred weasley imagines #domhnall gleeson #domhnall gleeson x reader #domhnall gleeson imagine #hogwarts

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love-amihan · 4 years ago

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GAMER BOYFIES PT. 2 // YUTA, JUNPEI, MAHITO

amihan's note: since the first one got lots of notes, i'm here to deliver more ~(^v^)~ this will be a bit different than the first one. ahh how i miss having our usual scimmage every night 😪 here's a few moments on how my teammates and i usually play our game, happy reading!

game; call of duty: mobile

bf!yuta x gn!reader, bf!junpei x gn!reader, bf!mahito x gn!reader

-okkotsu yuta

he's that teammate who always gets the dog tags

if ever he's the only one remaining and all of you are watching his gameplay, he gets all shaky

"stop, i'm shaking so much" he muttered on his mic while his character slides and jumps trying to find a good spot

but gets cheered up by the team, specially you

if it's the other way around, you're the last member. he will praise you nonstop;

your breath hitched as you see all your teammates get taken down one after another, good thing you manage to get into revival flight before your last teammate died. your teammates immediately reassuring you, lots of 'you got this' and 'you can do it' echoing your ears.

your character went down in front of the airdrop, you cursed seeing it has nothing in it, not even a rifle with a single bullet. you had no choice but to pick up the rocket launcher, you gotta use what's available. "enemy, enemy" your teammate alerted, you turn around and made some distance between the two of you as the enemy rains down bullets at you.

you used the rocket launcher doing some damage to the enemy, sadly you got taken out first. all of you groan as your screen shows big number 3, indicating your place. you felt yuta come closer to your side hugging you, "you did great, that was badass" he showers you with kisses causing you to giggle.

he loves playing with you

the way you're so focused with the game mesmerizes him

he can't help but get distracted all the time, causing him to die in-game

the boy is so whipped for you

the team always tease him for that

you will catch him staring at you and he will immediately avert his eyes back to his screen, blushing like crazy

he's acting like he's not your boyfriend, you can't help but shake your head smile evident on your lips

-yoshino junpei

i don't know if it's just me but he gives the gamer vibe, like a good one at that

his aim? top-notch, hands down

i feel like he's gonna be a shotgun user

his movements you ask? he flows like the wind he really said can't catch this ass

you can't believe your eyes sometimes, seeing how his fingers moves around his screen effortlessly fast

he assists you whenever, wherever you need him

will help you learn how to snipe!

well mostly because the team have lots of shotgun users

a lil side story; pls our clan master taught me how to use sniper and do hip-fire but my dumbass can never adapt (ಥ﹏ಥ) but one thing i did learn was use shotgun, it all worked out in the end ig ┐(´～｀)┌

he's the strategist of the team

will instruct you all what to do and not to do

an enemy squad approaching? he's already spurting out tactics as all of you took position listening to him

you are not that good with games like this compare to him but with all the one on one lessons he gave you, you can say that you're pretty decent with it. plus it was also another way of spending time with him.

you kept a look-out for the team as they take their needed loots, the team just did a flawless squad wipe thanks to junpei's strategies. your eyes caught something moving in the corner, just as you were about to say something bullets starts pouring at junpei's direction.

luckily, the enemy is within your range and you easily took them out without breaking a single sweat. junpei let out a whistle, pulling away from his phone for a moment to give you a quick peck on the lips, smiling down on his screen, "good job, love" you can't help but smile, this is definitely the best way to spend time with him.

-mahito

fuckin loud

like doesn't stop talking the whole game

yes, it was entertaining at first, all his jokes and funny stories

but as the game progressed, he just became annoying

you're the vice master, so if ever you can kick him out anytime :D

you never miss a beat threatening him, using your vice master card

the only thing holding you back from kicking him? he's really good!

like his sniping skills? spot on, sheesh he has no chill

loves poking fun of you

he will never say this but he really looks up to you and respects you as a player

there's this one time, he was waiting for the revival flight he saw your gameplay;

you scope in and move it to at least get a hit on the enemy. once you were confident on your aim, you pushed the fire button but it didn't even land a hit on the enemy. you heard a snort beside you as you groan, "that was so bad" he commented.

you glare at him, giving a reasonable excuse "the enemy was moving!" you were not wrong though, the enemy was indeed moving. smh mahito, you cocky bastard.

there's also this moment, where there's only two squads left. your team and an enemy squad;

you saw a lone enemy that had no clue with their surrounding, so you took this opportunity for a perfect ambush. you opted for a shotgun wanting to get closer to the enemy, once you were in range you began spamming the fire button as you circle around them.

at the same time you also took damage, you were reloading your shotgun but before you can finish doing so, your character dropped dead and a dog tag was displayed on your screen. you made a confused noise, mahito running towards your dog tag while laughing loudly. you look at him, a little upset "you really used a whole mag for one person?" he taunted.

his character scanning your dog tag, you cross your arms now more upset. "if i knew there was another one, i would've used two!" you complained, he reaches out to you pinching your cheeks "sure sure" you huff "plus i was reloading" he chuckles pulling you closer to his side, leaving a kiss on your temple.

tagging; @lumpiang-toge bcs yuta is adorable here usto q lang din umatake

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busghost · 4 years ago

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Hi. Off topic, but: someone on twitter said Mihoyo hates women, comparing Ganyu's trailer and Xiao's. That Xiao's trailer was "badass" and most they talked about Ganyu in her trailer was about her sleep habit. Ganyu is half adeptus while Xiao is an adeptus, kinda like a mythical powerful creature in Genshin's world, so she should be depicted as such too (powerful), but apparently since "Mihoyo hates women" they didn't show her badass side, and not only that, they couldn't give her a meaningful, deep trailer.

I couldn't stop thinking about Honkai, and that I think her statement isn't true. Right, Genshin is not Honkai. But if Mihoyo hates women, it'd be shown in all their games, wouldn't it?

In my opinion, there's a certain amount of fan service, something that I dislike in both games, and there's things they could do better when representing women, but still, to say that they hate women? Because a character trait is emphasized, does not mean that it is the only trait of the character...

Her tweet has more than 1,5K of likes. So many people agree with that?

I feel out of place, "defending" Mihoyo, a company that creates wonderful games, but at the end of the day it is still a company that wants your money...

So, in general: I think criticism is valid and it's good so Mihoyo can become a better company, I just don't agree with her opinion and wanted to see other point of view, when comparing Mihoyo's other games.

In your opinion, when having Honkai girls in your mind, is it true that Mihoyo hates women?

Firstly I’d like to say this.

Rather than be the Purity Police expecting perfection and constantly being disappointed or infuriated, I can recognize that something has plenty of flaws, but still has other merits and enjoy it. You can think parts of something are bad but still enjoy the whole.

To actually get started.

It’s hard to say anything about mihoyo as a whole because there are many teams at the company. The Honkai team, GGZ team, Genshin team, AI research group, that first-person shooter in development, their otome game, and other projects I’m sure I don’t know about.

I can only give my opinion based on my experience with Honkai Impact because I only played a few hours of GGZ and Genshin and just didn’t like the gameplay.

As for my take on that Genshin statement of hating women. I think it’s only a problem if it’s consistently happening to every female character. If they only advertised men as badass and then women on other traits that would probably be showing some favoritism for their male characters, or sexism rather if they showed the women as incapable of the same things as the men. There’s nothing wrong with advertising a character on their different traits I don’t think. You can’t advertise every character as being the most badass, that’d get boring.

But I don’t think I know enough about what happens in the Genshin community or Genshin itself to comment on what happens over there.

But I do know a lot about Honkai Impact and the Honkai community here, I’ve lurked on Reddit, seen plenty of youtube, and spent one terrifying moment on Amino.

So at the beginning (of Honkai), there was a lot of bad fanservice-y stuff that I really didn’t like, we could go on but I’ll just show you these pre-release Mei designs.

In-game on the left, pre-release on the right.

In short, it wasn’t good. But they changed them so I can commend them for that, but these images are representative of some of the stuff that was in the game earlier. I am split on how if you touched the characters in inappropriate places on the bridge they’d kill you and log you out of the game. It is funny but probably not something that should’ve existed in the first place.

So there were definitely some bad approaches they took to the characters, but over time this started to change and I’m not sure what happened. I’m guessing that they really came to love and respect their characters as people rather than caricatures they could sell?

Don’t get me wrong, they are still trying to sell you something but it seems like ever since Honkai Impact began they’ve done so much better over time portraying women in their media as characters and selling the story they are part and the people they are of rather than selling you on fanservice of their boobs or other such silliness.

Sure outfits may be revealing still but they make sense and are overall super cool. They make the characters look amazing/powerful/beautiful without shoving them out of character or reducing them to sex objects. For example, the Herrscher of Thunder battlesuit is revealing, no arguing that, but it makes her look so powerful and awesome.

There are still bad ones, they aren’t perfect and their target demographic is people who are really into anime so sometimes nonsense sells. Looking at you, HoT outfits and Succubus outfits.

Even a character like Himeko or Rita isn’t out of character when she has mostly revealing outfits because it can come down to whether she is being sexy vs being made a sexual object. And sometimes they do cross that blurry line into “haha anime titties pls buy”.

The comics are a great example of their improvement, the first volume has a ridiculous amount of inappropriate angles with panty-shots and and idiot focus on boobs. You look at recent manga, esp after they switched the artstyle/artists there is none of that.

This wasn’t asked about but I’d like to discuss it too, the wlw representation in Honkai Impact is fantastic even working in the restraints of CN gov’t censorship. I don’t care if they meant for it to be or if they’re just trying to get my money, these characters feeling like people in love, for better and for worse, in healthy and unhealthy relationships. These aren’t stories about lesbians coming out or how hard it can be to be queer. These women are just in love and they explore the dynamics of that love just as they would for any straight characters. But my girlfriend wrote a much better post about this subject so I’ll link that if you want to read more.

I’m not sure if I worded this exactly how I wanted to but

I can’t speak for Genshin Impact but really believe the Honkai team at mihoyo at least loves and respects the women they write in their stories.

#honkai impact #genshin impact

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hiimsociallyawkward · 4 years ago

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a servant of two masters

hi friends welcome back to me aimlessly ranting about merlin. up today we have 4.06 and this episode. wow. literally just the title gives me everything i need and i'm absolutley here for the chaos that will ensue. hi bestie @lady-ofmagic-andstars

i love them in their capes

i want a cloak

dude the 'oh it's not gonna happen' and then it happens trope is so dumb but i laugh every time

notice how the knights ripped off their capes

dude people are falling off of horses and out

MERLIN

ok ok but how is he injured. ik this is rated for kids but i really dk how badly merlin is injured. it looks like just his shoulder but he shouldn't be almost dying like his yk?

:,) arthru making jokes

ok but i love arthur taking care of merlin

alskdjflsadk them trying to make jokes to make each other feel better :,)

stop arthur. stop telling the truth merlin's not dying here 😭

bestie vibes only deadass

HAHA

a s s

side note, the site i get my screenshots from- this picture has 61 views while others average maybe like 10-15?? perverts HAHA just kidding

sok i'm actually really curious as to what merlin's injury is

alsdjf;lasdfjsaldfjsaldf merlin making the rocks fall

idk if it's jut the angling but i felt like the enemies were way too close for merlin to create an entire rock barrier. i don't have any screen shot evidence but so you're just going to have to take my word for it

ok but like who even are these men. they were working for morgana trying to capture arthur?

and what's morgana going to do once she has arthur? kill him and take his place on the throne? remember how well that turned out last time she tried that? no one wanted her. idk idk morgana is just confusing as to what she wants

pls die agravaine

haha strangely fond of the boy? there's nothing strange about it

ok i laughed but i also felt bad when morgana splashed merlin awake and flailed around like a fish

dude merlin is so snarky here and i'm HERE for it

ok i like the knights being competent. thank you thank you

and now they're riding back into camelot with their capes on? you're telling me they traced back their steps to find their capes, dusted them off to make sure that they weren't too dirty and didn't have any leaves or branches still sticking to it before riding back to camelot? iconic

poor gaius. ok he's the worst but he does think of merlin as his son and this makes me sad

ok i have a dumb question. do you think merlin understands whenever other magic users are casting spells? ok i feel like this is a dumb question now. but like, is magic a language? are all incantations in a different language, so when other person who knows magic is watching you- they know what you're trying to do and such? i feel like "of course they'd know" but i'm basing that assumption on hp where everyone knows that alohomora is alohomora and where everyone knows that lumos is lumos. but what about here? does merlin know what she's incanting? can he slightly understand it even if he's never seen/done it before? is magic a language like latin, and even if you aren't completely fluent, you and parse together things and make an assumptions?

arthur is just so sad here

i just, i have to have these here

yes bby figure out that we have a traitor

gaius is not slick in the slightest. yes. look at the traitor king

wow morgana being able to bond with the snake? i wonder how

ok question, does the fomorroh have some sort of loyalty to whoever calls them?

✨kill arthur pendragon✨

ok that snake going in his neck is actually scary

pretty castle counter: 5

btw this is actually my zoom background sometimes. it depends from call to call but it changes between this pretty castle and peeta mellark

G E O R G E

ok i've seen all the tumblr posts but it doesn't get less funny. the 'merlin's missing and we can't find him so we're going to replace him with another manservent dressed EXACTLY like merlin so arthur feels better' makes me chuckle every time

i would like to have that for breakfast

i like the loyalty arthur thank you. i love the loyalty pls. i love that they're friends. like, i love the romance but i love just people being friends too

ok this whole scene. arthur wanting to look for merlin because he has to at least try, gwen just wanting arthur to be careful and to come back to her, gwaine being buds. i love all the friendships in this and just yes thank you

ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok i'm not at the hug scene yet but i know it's coming and i'm beyond excited

ok this sound track is so cute.

saldkfj;asldkfjasldkfsd

matching icons for you and your best friends

deadass if someone wants to change their tumblr icons so we can match hmu bc i'm 100% down with that

another pretty castle scene

SASSY MERLIN PLS

ok ik this is dumb to comment on because i feel like it's not tremendously hard to execute but i love the differences that colin made in regular merlin and fomorroh merlin. it's the best

they say it later in the episode but i find it hilarious how bad of an assassin merlin is

dude pls you're pouring poison in front of EVERYONE else?

BOG MAN. ok guys i'm calling you guys bog mans now.

ASLDJFALSDFJS THE JEALOUSY SCENE

i am cringey but laughing at the same time you don't understand why am i this childish

ok but arthur is being so sweet right here. i feel like he's not trying to be showy in front of gwen, i feel like he wants merlin to rest and that's so sweet. he's so patient right here and i love him

i miss the gwen and merlin friendship actually

dude merlin is roasting gaius so hard today

leon geeking out over weapons is so cute. omg he's such a tiny nerd i love him

laskjflasdfj THIS SCENE. this makes up for the stew jokes that i may or may not still be mad about

i love that the knights LITERALLY turn a blind eye it's actually hilarious

LOOK AT MERLIN BEING COMPETENT?? HE'S SO SMART WITH THE ARROW RIGGING THING

it's literally treason leon pls and you're laughing you're the best 😭😭

i wish we had a pervical back story arc

ok i think it's dumb that i laughed when merlin ducked but i stand by that

ok why do i feel bad for arthur a little. he's talking abt some semi-deep stuff. not deep deep but like, he's trying to ask for advice from his friend, his close advisor. he would've never talked to merlin like this is season 1-2 but here he is, talking about trust. and MERLIN is trying to MURDER HIM. yes. i admit it's a little funny when i'm just watching merlin trip over things and such, but when i listen to arthur talking i feel slightly sad

literallly. merlin's passed out on the floor and arthur doesn't even think anything is wrong

gwen's face when she knocked merlin out is so cute

oop. why is arthur standing in agravaine's door way like an absolute robot

cyes arthur. figure him out

i hate agravaine. i just want arthur to be happy. he's only trusting agravaine because agravaine is family.

stfu agravaine 'you're all that's left of my dear sister' SHUT THE FRONT DOOR

ok there's a repeat of the castle from earlier but i'll spare you

pls this bath scene is so awkward. tt not being able to trust anyone anymore and we're laughing at merlin but arthur's talking so sad and deep

pls this bath scene is so awkward. that's all the notes i have

again, i miss gwen and merlin

merlin is MONCHING on those berries. i'm craving berries now

ok but like. yk that pouch that gaius is using to make the forromoh dormant? what if merlin tucked it in his neckerchief as a precaution. i'm just saying.

aslfkjasdaskdjf the tavern

yall why did merlin have to stop his horse to drink the potion

i want the knights to have a cool band name or smth yk what i mean?

i like that merlin is still a little in the camelot red. it's not the same shade but yk what i mean

HAHA LEON AND PERCIVAL BEING PUSHED TOGETHER. I JUST KEPT ON SCREAMING SUBTEXT SUBTEXT

damn morgana wants RESUKTS. i dont blame her

the frist interaction with merlin and morgana in the hut is so awkward. pls.idek how to comment on it

deadass morgana's dress is so pretty.

magic fight! magic fight!

stfu 'rightfully mine' pls

hehe there's a leaf in his hair

ok i feel like i should've commented more on the magic fight but idk bro

so ik that colin was in this whole episode but it really only just now feels like merlin is here and i think that's fun

arthur is the cutest. i'm loving this dynamic you have no idea. i live live live live LIVE off banter. pls

guys i'm sad apparently i can only put 10 pics in a post but pls enjoy this one pic of arthur right here 😭

ok idk abt you but i'd love to hear jokes abt brass

agaragvaine pls die already

YOU'RE SUCH A PERV LITERALLY

AWAY

NOW

dude that last scene was actually really pretty and i'm sad that i can't attach it now

anyways thanks for reading my long ass rambles. but i'll be back next week to the secret sharer i'll catch you on the flip side

#merlin #merlin bbc #colin morgan #emrys #morgana pendragon #king arthur #bradley james #gwen pendragon #angel coulby #morgana #katie mcgrath #gwaine #percival #elyan #leon #gaius

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seventhstrife · 3 years ago

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fanfic ask game: 😂 🎶 🤡 😭

OMG I WASN'T ACTUALLY EXPECTING INTERACTION SINCE I'M ACTULLY NOTORIOUS FOR TAKING FOREVER TO ANSWER ASKS LOL

😂: so I don't think the comment was SUPPOSED to be funny but it was so hilarious I still think of it years later??? XD but yeah, it was a comment on a fic that went on a three-year hiatus that I finished pretty recently, and I had already gotten a few that were like, 'pls finish' and I was like 'yeah, yeah, of course, eventually-probably-maybe' but then one person left a comment that was like. REALLY PASSIONATE LOL! like, BEGGING me to finish, they said something about how they could just TASTE the rest of the fic, RIGHT THERE but I hadn't updated and idk, the wording and alltogether unhinged energy has stayed with me ever since lololololol

🎶: oooh, I actually have a moody/mellow playlist on spotify that I listen to ALL the time! I’ll link it for the cool cats who wanna judge my music taste 😎

chill bill

🤡: the DUMBEST thing I’ve ever written?!!??! LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

like........everything I write is dumb so jot that down LOLOLOLOL

idk it’s so hard to pick........the ridiculously cringe teen titans fic That Shall Never Be Spoken Of when I was on fanficiton a billions years ago??? the time I was like......writing fic for hetalia???? dude I think my very first protocreed fic is THE DUMBEST shit ever LOLOLOLOL so like....I can’t pick. all of that stuff I listed and MORE

😭: hm, I’ve definitely READ fic that made me teary, but I’ve never made myself cry writing fic. but I do tend to like, emote as I’m writing, so if I’m writing a happy scene, I’m smiling and laughing, an angry scene, I’m scowling, if a character is confused, I’m doing the Head Tilt™

if I’m writing something really emotionally-charged, it usually takes me a couple days, just because I can feel it starting to get to me and I have to cool down a bit, but that’s as far as it goes! plus I’m one of those freaks that LOVES whumping their favorite character, so it’d have to be pretty bad lol

thanks so much for the ask!!!! this was really fun, even if I got cripplingly embarrassed towards the end there as my old sins came back to haunt me LMAO

#ask game #replies #asks

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local80smotel · 4 years ago

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All knowing love

pairing; V x Trans Man! Reader

summary; being under V's loving and watchful eye.

requested; Anonymous

rating; T

warnings; transphobia, parental abuse (physical), hints of suicide (but never outright said)

word count; 2185

A/N; this isn't wasn't the fluffiest thing I could write but once talking to my trans boyfriend I couldn't help but feel having a bit of angst was acceptable.

When Y/N was still just a child, he knew something was off about him. Not something "bad" or "wrong" that people would call this feeling when he'd tell them. "It's just a phase" was a comment that was thrown at them mostly by their parents when they were still in their teens, just before high Chancellor Sutler was ever in the eye of politics. Oh, how those days would seem like a humid southern summer walk compared to when Sutler came into the picture. The transphobia he had experienced grew like how weeds grow in futile soil.

The comments like "You're confused" slowly started to warp into something more demeaning to the boy as the Chancellor candidate's toxic grip on the people of England started to squeeze any "unwanted" life out of it. "Undesirable" life as he would call it. When hair was cut after Sutler was elected, there weren't small arguments anymore that would be fixed when he'd be asked if he were hungry and wanted to eat supper with them. It became violent and unlike the people who had raised him for the last 15 years. Having handfuls of freshly cut hair be ripped out because his mother was holding him by his scalp just to yell in his face how much of a monster he was broke his heart.

Was it fear that caused this? Were they scared of losing their only child as many other families had? Was their bundle of joy in their life really an undesirable and the cause of this virus outbreak? Just why? He'd ask himself that as he was packing his bags in preparation to leave the family home for good.

Three long years had passed and at the ripe age of 18, he moved out into the busy streets of London. A small pit in his stomach began to form as the sickening feeling came back. The cause of it was from one simple but yet complex question; could he survive in this fascist regime? Sadness also fueled this emotional fire, sadness from knowing he'd have to use so many things he knew was wrong and didn't describe him truthfully just so he could get a place to come to when curfew hit; The name that was long dead to him the second it was given to him and female pronouns. He'd be signing his own death certificate if he put Y/N instead of his deadname on his application to rent.

They'd look it up and find no Y/N L/N in England and call the police on him in a split second. Shivers ran down his spine as he imagined what would happen to him if that became a reality. No one knew what happened when you were deemed "undesired" but everyone after having Sulter for three years knew that they would go missing and would be never seen of or heard from again. You were just wiped off the face of the Earth.

Y/N lucky had enough money saved from working in retail for the past 2 years to get a small apartment. When he was finally given the keys to the place he couldn't help but sigh in relief. At least in this tiny space, he could be his true self without shaking in fear as he had in his past while being stuck in his parents' home. The next three years were some of the worse when it came to dysphoria. Being forced to go to work almost every day and be called ma'am or miss and be deadnamed constantly damaged his mental health to the point it felt easier just to be open with his identity.

Anything would be better than being forced to hide in this shell of terror. Nights of panic attacks and sobbing that sounded like a wounded animal as he laid on the rotten wooden floor became a routine. On the morning of his 21st birthday, he woke up in the late afternoon. There was no panic in him when he realized he was late for work, how could someone care when this would be their last day on Earth?

With scissors in his hand, he grabbed his hair and began to chop it off sloppily but that didn't matter to him as long as it was finally short like it was when he was a child, and that was enough for him. The thought that when the police would see him, that'd see a man instead of what society had deemed him brought a smile to the young adult. The feeling of freedom pumped through his veins as he went on with his day. It felt odd but refreshing to feel the cold air from his AC on his neck as he fixed himself some bacon and eggs. It wasn't the fanciest thing someone could eat on this day, but it was enough for him.

Around ten AM he left his flat, walking with newfound confidence due to his hair and now his wrapped chest. He had heard from the grapevine that wrapping one's chest in medical bandages could cause serious damage like nerve loss but one this final day he decided to risk it so he could pass in normal daily life. Being called sir by ticket seller at the movies brought him so much joy as he grabbed his "Count of Monte Cristo" tickets and wished them a good day as he went deeper into the movie theater to find theater four to watch the movie. Y/N was somewhat surprised to see only one other person in the audience. Sure, he was 10 minutes late but this was a classic film that was finally being let out of the vault to be watched again! Nevertheless, the man sat down a few rows in front of the figure, settling down into the uncomfortable chair.

“I didn't expect you to come.”

He could tell from how the figure's words were muffled that they were wearing a mask. Y/N turned to them with a confused look on their face.

“Excused me?” Y/N asked but their confusion just deepened as he saw that the figure was wearing.

A Guy Fawkes mask with a matching hat while wearing pitch-black clothing. The man under the mask chuckled as they stood up, Y/N couldn't help but be slightly intimidated by the height of this masked figure.

“I should have done this first so you wouldn't be so perplexed, ” he cleared his throat as began monologing, using many words that start with the letter V in his speech which in turn slightly impressed the 21-year-old.

“But you can simply call me V.”

"V" said while taking a bow

Y/N couldn't help but snicker at this display of some kind of knightship which in turn had V cocked his head in slight confusion on what could be so funny

“Well, Mr. V, might I ask why you're here alone?”

“I could ask you the same thing, but as I am apparently on a tight schedule I won't elaborate”

“Tight sch-” the man interrupted them by placing his leather glove covered finger on top of their lips

“Yes, very much tight schedule as I only have 2 hours till your self made demise am I correct?”

He was blown away at the fact this random stranger knew of his most shameful plan, but the feeling of shock was soon replaced with anger. This creep was stalking me! He thought as he slapped away the masked man, getting up from his chair as he did so.

“You have some right talking to me like that!” he yelled as he started to march away from them.

V reached out and grabbed their hair in a somewhat gentle way

“Y/N wait please, ” he sighed as Y/N stopped who's face was twisted in bitterness “I understand how you feel Y/N, I truly do. I was labeled an undesirable so please don't think that I've been keeping an eye on you in for any other reason than just to keep you safe.”

When he said this Y/N rage seemed to melt away slowly. How was he able to survive being an undesirable? So many questions filled the male's head but the only word he could speak was

“How?”

V let go of his hair as he straightened his posture “If you come with me I'll tell you.”

The more sensible side of the man told him to run away from this masked freak and enjoy what little time you had left in peace but something stopped him. After a moment of silence, he nodded to V's pleasure. He took the 21-year old by the hand and lead them to the back exit. The two walked down the alley and what drew Y/N's eye other than the 6'3 black mass was the posters. Every single one they pasted seemed to have a V cut into them.

He broke the long silence with another question “Did you mark those posters?”

“Does a raven speak?”

“But why?”

V didn't stop walking but he could feel his eyes on him. For being an undesirable he sure seems fine being out after curfew Y/N thought as they waited for the answer.

“The people deserve a symbol. Something to get them through this.”

He opened his mouth to ask what he meant by that but quickly shut it once the meanings of the words came to mind. Maybe he wasn't this creep, more like this country's guardian angel that would save them all from high Chancellor Sutler. It didn't take long for him to reach what Y/N guessed as V's home which turned out to be an abandoned Victoria station. Y/N looked over at him with an eyebrow raised as V opened the hatch that kept the station locked to the public who had originally thought it was abandoned. V turned back to the man and gave him his hand simply saying "follow me, sir Y/N".

Once V was given the curious man's hand he rubbed his thumb over their knuckles before tenderly pulling them inside. He held the hand as they walked in the pitch black, guiding them until they found a giant door which to Y/N's touch felt like it had complex carvings in them. When the masked man opened the door Y/N couldn't help but wince as golden light hit his E/C eyes that had just gotten used to the dark. He had expected V to let go of his hand once they reached his "lair" but he didn't. Oh, what a perplexing and mysterious man he was.

Y/N would be lying if he said his face wasn't blushing at this moment in time. V led them deeper into his beautiful home until both of them to were behind his couch which was black leather. In front of the said couch was a glass coffee table with a box on it. Y/N's hand was finally let go of as V sat on the couch.

“Come sit, I have something to give you.”

“But you said-”

“Please?”

He sighed as he complied, arms folded as he sat next to him. V opened the box and to Y/N's surprise, there was a biner in it. Once again, all he could ask was "How?" as all production and selling of items that could help trans folk was banned just as the Koran was. The masked man took the folded bundle into his giant hands and gave it to them once again shocked male.

“Life has been tough enough on you even if we don't add our government into it. Thank you for holding on. For surviving this long and not letting them take away your love for life and your fighting spirit.”

Without any hesitation, Y/N pulled V into a tight embrace with tears threatening to fall. No one had ever put their life in danger to give them this piece of happiness like this stranger had. All he could do was whimper out a "thank you" as a sob shook his chest deeply.

“Since I showed you my lair, you're going to have to stay till the next November the fifth, is that okay?”

Y/N couldn't help but nod immediately. He could finally be somewhere he was truly accepted for who he really was; a man who was just simply given the wrong body at birth.

V placed his hands on top of the weeping H/C man, stroking the uneven hair and placed his head onto the others.

“I'm cooking ham, is that okay?”

“mmhmm..”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

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make-me-imagine · 4 years ago

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congrats on 5.5k!! you're insanely talented and I'm so happy you're getting the recognition you deserve 🥺🥺 could i join in the ship requests too?

I'm a rather small sized (like, 154cm & ~40kg kind of small) Asian female from a South East Asia country and i prefer men, especially men who are taller and Age Gaps™ 🥴 I'm not sure how much you know about/believe in astrology but I'm a Libra sun, Taurus rising and Capricorn moon so you can do what you want with that 😂

I'm an INTP/INFP (I've gotten both an equal number of times from sites OTHER than 16 personality, tho I personally vibe with INTP just a teeny smidge more) if you do MBTI ✌🏼 I LOVE to read, especially fanfiction lmao, and i also write! I really love listening to music + watching shows/movies too! My favourite shows are all mystery/crime based LOL and I am working towards becoming a criminal psychologist/forensic pathologist/forensic scientist in future! (heavily inspired by Criminal Minds, Sherlock, Detective Conan and the like so 😂) I have a really vivid and good imagination please i can spend DAYS just daydreaming and imagining scenarios that I never finish writing about & generally this is how all my work is never finished loll

I'm the eldest sibling at home, and my parents haven't always been around so I've been rather used to stepping up and taking care of myself (+ my sibling, like helping them with homework and all). Some people say I'm a natural born leader? idk bc I often step up to be the leader in group work & I'll often be the one to initiate things & all. I'm a rather big procrastinator though LOLL so you'll often catch me rushing my assignments & final projects & rushing my revision for exams + finals like, 2 days before the actual exam 💀 which often leads to me becoming more stressed out & breaking down more often than i actually should so 🥲 I'm trying to quit this bad habit though

I love cuddles and hugs please I will KILL for cuddles and hugs from my back by a tall character pls it just feels so safe and comforting to be spooned too 🥺🥺 sometimes when I'm too absorbed in work or something (which happens too often for it to be healthy) I might just forget to eat/sleep entirely AND also my sleep routine isn't the best. like i will literally fall asleep at 9pm, wake up in the middle of the night on my own at like, 1am, then usually I'll be rushing homework at this time, then maybe sleep again for a short while from 4ish? till when i have to get up for school/work at 5:30/6am 💀 there's been days where i literally looked so sick from the lack of sleep where my tutor once stopped the class to ask me if I was okay and if i was going to faint LMAO 😔 i feel like I'm a night owl??? but then also i have no problem getting up super early in the morning so?? but i really feel most at home and really enjoy the 3am nights 😌

i am also the class clown lol but it's bc i just make sarcastic comments and all and my friends think they're funny???? but also i enjoy making people laugh bc sometimes i find it interesting to try and see what kind of things make my friends laugh so it's lowkey an experiment? or like something i want to achieve? at this point. I'm fluent in English and Chinese/Mandarin and I'm learning Italian so I roughly know some basics, and I really enjoyed History, which I took last year but dropped this year. (I'm taking English Literature with Biology + Chemistry this year and they're all great, except I'm literally dying from the workload aaahhh 💀)

I'm kinda clumsy and Not Good™ at most sports, maybe passably okay for badminton but I'm really not that athletic and really not very keen on exercising either 😔 I'm quite creative and good with public speaking/creative writing/impromptu performance/speech though I'd say! I'm also in my school's drama club 😎 though I'm more of a backstage lights & sounds kind of person. I'm right handed (with a really neat handwriting, as I've been told many, many, many times) and I wear thin frame spectacles which I sometimes will fall asleep in & I'm so clumsy/careless that I'm actually really afraid I'd break them (it's happened before 😭)

I'm a really good planner? like i can do up a great and detailed schedule/plan for revision and all but i will NOT stick to what i plan 😭😭 i love to snack!!!! on chips + gummies especially, and my diet is quite unhealthy lmao i literally don't eat vegetables At All™ & i don't really eat meat that much too?? lmaoo please i can go for days without having a single proper meal & just survive on snacking on potato chips + soft drinks 💀 i am a very picky eater though so really me not finding food i like/am able to stomach is also really kind of my fault 🤡

while i really vibe with and love the dark academia aesthetic, i also do video/MOBA games, like i play games like Mobile Legends & all. I'm someone who knows most, if not all the lastest trends (like tiktok, memes etc) but i won't actively participate in them? i just kind of like to know things, like Knowledge is Power you know (I'm a Slytherin, in case you're wondering, though I've gotten Ravenclaw so often it's a close tie sometimes)

okay i feel like that's enough details about me? feels like I've told you nothing that's useful oh well LOL... I'd really love a ship for Criminal Minds and Marvel? if that's possible please? in case you missed it, i prefer men! (I'm a questioning bi, with a strong preference for men) for the hc prompt "what you do on your first date" or maybe "how you met + first impressions"?

thank you so much for being so kind and willing to do this ship requests thing!! I'm sure you're spending TONS of time and effort on this and aahhh i feel bad for typing so long paragraphs now (as you may have noticed i have a tendency to ramble on if not stopped because i am just really Socially Awkward ™ sometimes 💀 and have really bad (social) anxiety too) and i really think you're super amazing for doing this??? I'm so sorry if this took up too much of your time aaahhhhh thank you so so so much 🥺😭😭 really the biggest of congratulations to you for your 5.5k??? you really do deserve every single follower & i am SO insanely happy for you 🤩❤️

- 🌙🏒 anon

Don’t worry, you definitely provided enough information lmao.

And thank you for your kind words, I appreciate it.

I hope you like the ships I made for you

They are under the cut:

Criminal Minds:

I ship you with Hotch.

You get the age-gap here lol. He would be a bit hesitant due to the age gap at first, but he would get over it because he can not resist. He does not seem like the type of cuddles, and especially does not take part in PDA. But when you are alone he would love holding you and spooning, especially after a long day of work. Aaron would be attracted to your uniqueness as well as your intelligence and aesthetic, finding it to be very “you”.

How you met + his first impressions:

You met when you were transferred to the BAU as the new Forensic Pathologist.

Hotch thought you were very interesting when you first met and was definitely intrigued by you.

He thought you fit in fairly well and would get along with the others (which you do).

He appreciates a sarcastic sense of humor, so he would dig that as well.

Hotch could tell you had a form of anxiety and wold be patient around you when you first met so that you could open up to him at your own pace.

What you do on your first date:

He takes you to a hockey game.

He is not the sportiest person but he has had an interest in hockey for a while, sometimes watching it on tv.

When he learned that you liked it, he decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to invite you on a date as well as to see his first game.

After the game, you walked around town for a bit, getting some late night food and talking or a long time.

This allowed you to open up to him quite a bit and you grew more comfortable around him as well, which he is very happy about.

Best Friend:

Your best friend is JJ. She thinks you are really cool and unique and nice. She has the type of personality that is easy t get along with and open up too, so you bonded with her quicker than the others. I also feel like she is into hockey as well, so she appreciates your love for it as well.

Marvel:

I ship you with Sam.

I think Sam is a good fit for you. He is into sports, and digs your aesthetic. He is easy to get along with and very funny. He thinks your line of work is very interesting and loves to listen to you talk about it. Sam also really enjoys crime shows ans thrillers so he is always excited to meet someone who enjoys them as well.

How you met + his first impressions:

You met through Nat, who you had met through SHIELD years before.

You happened to be at the compound with Nat when Sam was there and she introduced you.

He immediately thought you were pretty and very interesting.

Sam could tell you were shy, but that did not stop him from flirting.

Though he also made some jokes and was easy going as to not scare you off.

He made sure to ask Nat about you once you left and managed to convince her to give him your contact info.

What you did on your first date:

He took you to the movies first, to watch the most recent crime thriller that came out.

After the movie you went to a nearby park and walked around, talking about the movie and other crime/horror related stuff.

You got food at a food truck and sat by the fountain together.

He was appalled when you told him that you didn’t eat that often (if came a part of your relationship later on that he would try to cook you meals that you’d like just so you WOULD EAT).

You ended up spending hours together, and it felt like no time at all.

So you were definitely up for another date with him, which he of course asked you about.

Best-Friend:

Natasha. She was the first one you met, and slowly introduced you to the others. She thought you were really cool when you first met and was surprised at how well you go along. That is sometimes hard for her to do, so once you became friends she never took that for granted. She and Sam would gang up on you when you weren’t eating btw.

xxaaron

#ship #ships #ship request #5.5k ships #anon ship #anon #ask

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ambivalent-anarchy · 5 years ago

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Star Wars 101 (Ch. 2) Episode IV - A New Hope

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Wow, I didn't realize how much I'd written until I hit the tumblr limit. Hope you like it! Comment your thoughts!

Chapter Summary: Steve just wants to do his job, the avengers are the best wingmen, Scott doesn't like porn, and [y/n] thinks all nerds are freaky

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sci-fi boi: okay which cartoon rivalry was better?? Popeye the sailor man and Bluto or Tom and Jerry?

crackhead [y/n]: dude.

crackhead [y/n]: how is that even a question??? Obviously Tom and Jerry lol

sci-fi boi: explanation pls

crackhead [y/n]: popeye and bluto were always fighting over that girl olive and some other stupid crap but with my two furry buddies it was no talk pete no discussions just murder attempts ON SIGHT. Tell me they don't go harder than any other rivalry

sci-fi boi: haha truuuu

~~~

"Are we boring you, Queens?"

Peter's head snapped up quickly, discreetly turning his phone off underneath the meeting table. "Um-huh? No no no, Mr. Rogers I'm listening. Sorry."

Steve shook his head and continued to speak as he pointed to the pictures on the screen at the end of the room. All of the Avengers of Earth were there, some half asleep, while the others either joked or listened intently.

In two short days, they were going to be taking back powerful tech that Martin Li(aka: Mr. Negative)'s "demons" had stolen from Stark Industries. A simple "get in and get out".

They'd known this plan for some days now, yet Steve insisted on calling meetings to go over it again and again.

Feeling a quick vibration go off in his hand, Peter instinctively looked back down at his phone to see a snapchat text notification from you.

~~~

crackhead [y/n]: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible🐝...

~~~

Peter shook his head slightly as he chuckled, a smile shamelessly creeping onto his face.

~~~

sci-fi boi: did you really just quote the bee movie at me???😂😂

~~~

"Hey spidey-boy, would you mind sharing to the class what's so hilarious?" Rhodey's voice rang out loud and clear from across the table.

Quick as lightning, Peter turned his phone off and buried it in between his thighs, realizing that he hadn't been as quiet as he'd thought. To his luck, everyone’s eyes were trained on him now.

“It's n-nothing!” Peter squeaked, his voice breaking embarassingly. He shoved his phone into his pocket in fear of someone snatching it from him.

Natasha rolled her eyes and smirked. "So what're you looking at down there?"

"I-i, uh, I was just um, w-watching a funny- very funny video actually-"

"C'mon guys!," Sam laughed, clapping his hands together. "Don't tease the kid. We all know what he was smiling at down there!"

At that, Peter practically choked. "WHAT?!"

Tony snickered. "Personally, I don't think two inches is something to be proud of, but alright."

Peter's eyes widen, nearly falling out of his skull by the looks of it. "I-it's not two inches a-and I wasn't looking at-!"

"Jesus christ, guys..." Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He was obviously just doing something on his phone. Leave the poor guy alone."

Peter coughed as he saw Steve glare at him with that infamous 'Im Captain America and Im judging you' glare. Phones weren't allowed in the meeting room. Well, they weren't supposed to be. No one ever really followed that rule except Peter. But he'd already been so deep in his conversation with you that he just couldn't put his phone down. "No no, um, I wasn't.. I was just zoning out, y'know, and I just happened to be looking-"

"-at your phone?," Steve cut in to ask.

"-at your dick," Rhodey stated at the same time.

"-at porn," Tony said with an all-knowing smile, causing everyone at the table to turn towards either him or Peter, whose face was beet red with embarrassment.

"Peter please tell us you weren't watching porn," Scott begged, his jaw completely dropped. "I mean, no judgment but-"

"Full judgement, actually," Clint corrected, an extremely disturbed look on his face. "Seriously, what were you doing, kid? You gotta tell us now with all these assumptions being thrown around."

"Curious," Thor stated, leaning back in his chair. "What is porn?"

"Something that I definitely WAS NOT watching!," Peter responded as he practically slammed his face into the table and slapped his hands over his eyes. "Does it even matter what I was doing anyway?," he mumbled into the table.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, blowing the smoke off of her coffee. "People usually aren't this defensive when they're telling the truth, Peter."

Peter shrunk into his seat with a loud groan. Can I die. Can I please just die. Like why am I seriously even alive right now??? Some bad guy please just burst through the door and maim me please.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up Parker's phone," Tony commanded once the commotion in the room died down.

Peter quickly lifted his head. "Wait, what?!"

"Accessing Peter Parker's mobile device, sir," F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded. "Would you like for me to transfer the screen to the meeting board?"

Tony looked back with a laugh to see a frozen, slack-jawed Peter. He turned back around. "Yeah sure, F.R.I.D.A.Y., what the heck let's have fun."

"No wait- are you seriously hacking into my phone right now?!"

"Well why're you so tense, Parker?," Sam asked teasingly. "Thought you had nothing to hide?"

"I-i don't!," he stammered. "I-it's just..." he trailed off, looking for the right words to say. "..that's my private property," he said lamely while staring at the wall.

Tony stared back at him. "Well that's the dumbest excuse I've ever heard." He pointed towards the board. "Alright it's coming up."

Scott closed his eyes. "Oh God, please don't be porn.."

Peter rolled his eyes. Everyone else looked to the large board, fully expecting to see either porn or just some stupid game the boy had been playing.

But none of them expected him to be texting a girl.

~~~

crackhead [y/n]: hey u still there?

~~~

"Who's crackhead [Y/N]?," Natasha asked.

Scott turned to Rhodes who was sitting on the side of him. "Is that some trashy porn star?," he whispered.

"Why're you asking me like I know?"

"It's this girl from school.." Peter answered, blushing profusely.

"And you like her," Natasha noted, watching his body language intently.

The boy's eyes widened. "N-no I don't!"

"Why crackhead though?," Rhodey asked, crinkling his nose.

Peter shrugged. "That's what she wanted her name to be," here responded. "Thought it was funny."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Just like you thought 'sci-fi boi' was funny?" Shaking his head, he changed focused. "Guys, are we gonna get back to work or not?"

"Not," Tony answered as he scrolled up all the way to the beginning of the messages from early that morning. "So, you've been texting this girl today off and on since..." He checked the time. "Five in the morning?"

Clint chuckled. "Oh yeah, huge crush."

“No!” Peter protested, his voice an octave too high. Realizing that it isn’t working, he decided to try a different technique. Clearing his throat, he tried to sound and act as nonchalant as possible. “She’s just a friend from school.”

"She's first on your best friends list, even over that computer kid you practically live with. And you and her practically snap each other nonstop."

Peter scratched his nose. "W-well that's only cuz Ned doesn't like to text much."

Bruce took his glasses off and sighed, realizing there was no way this meeting was getting back on topic. "Look Pete," he said. "Friends don't do that. I've seen it all before. If you and this girl are talking on a daily basis all throughout the day starting at five in the morning?" He titled his head in a suggestive way, though Peter stared back at him blankly.

"What?," Peter asked.

"Oh my God, kid," Bruce sighed.

Tony held his head back and laughed. "It means either she likes you and your just too dense, you like her but won't admit it and she's just concerningly nice, or you both like each other and just won't make your moves!"

Sam, who hadn't lifted his eyes from the board the entire time, spoke up. "And judging by these texts, you already got her, it's just not official yet."

Tony kept scrolling. "You two went to winter formal together?"

"Yeah... but as friends," Peter said with a shrug.

Steve cleared his throat loudly, gaining the attention of everyone in the room at once. He looked at Peter who was doing everything here could not to look him in the eye. "Look, as much as I would love to talk about Peter's sad love life, we have a mission-"

"-that will still be there tomorrow, Cap," Bucky finished for him. "C'mon we've been going over this stuff for hours. Let us have this distraction."

Everyone looked to him, Tony feigning a puppy dog expression. Crossing his arms, he left the room. "Fine, but when someone gets hurt because they didn't know where they were supposed to go, don't blame me."

"...literally no one's ever blaming you, man," Sam said.

Suddenly, the screen lit up and F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke. "Sir, Peter Parker has a new message."

Everyone looked to the board. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Scroll down, Mr. Stark. Scroll down!," Peter yelled frantically. "What's she saying?"

Natasha smirked. "And you're sure you don't like her, Peter?"

His face flushed. "Okay fine...I might have a tiny crush-"

"I'm sorry I can't hear you," Tony cut in. "Can you say that agai-"

"-I SAID YEAH I REALLY LIKE THIS GIRL!," Peter finally yelled with his eyes squeezed shut. He kept them closed for about twenty seconds afterwards, afraid of the judging faces he would see if he opened them.

He carefully opened his eyes to see all of the avengers (minus Cap) staring back at him with stupid smiles and smirks on their faces.

"Well, that's all I needed to hear," Tony said. He clapped his hands together. "Okay everybody, first order of business, checking the text. Sam, you're our reader."

"Got it."

"What?," Peter yelled, reaching for his phone. Tony dodged him and gave it to Sam. "Mr. Stark, I can text a girl on my own. I don't need help."

"Nat, you're our timer. Make sure none of the responses take longer than a minute. We don't want the girl to get bored and go on to something else."

"Check."

"Mr. Stark, c'mon-"

"Sam, you explain stuff to lightning head over here if he doesn't understand it. This could be learning moment for ole Shakespeare. Thor, you listen to Sam."

"Right."

"On it."

"Everyone else, you're with me. We gotta find the perfect thing to say to this girl. I've got a feeling this is probably the only chance he's gonna have to get a girl in a long time."

Rhodes, Scott, Clint, Bruce, and Wanda looked to each other and nodded.

"And Pete?"

Peter raised his head. "Yes sir?"

"You know this girl more than anybody here does, so you tell us if what we say is appropriate for her or not."

Peter rolled his eyes and nodded. After all, what's the worst that can happen?

Tony pointed to Sam. "Okay, read it."

~~~

crackhead [y/n]: u going to flash's party on saturday??

~~~

"She wants to know if the kid's going to some party Saturday."

Tony turned to the boy. "You're going," her demanded.

Flash was the most popular douchebag in school. Totally rich and totally rude and totally determined to use his every breath to spite Peter. "I wasn't even invited," Peter mumbled, shooting a glare towards Sam when he heard him laughing.

"Well get invited," Tony ordered. "A party is the perfect place to make a move. Send yes."

~~~

sci-fi boi: yes

~~~

"Mr. Stark, how am I supposed to get into this party? Flash hates me! And if I crash it and Flash sees me, he's gonna make sure everyone thinks I'm a loser!"

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. "Peter we're trying to help you here. Figure that part out on your own."

Peter sighed, leaning forward in his chair. The last thing he wanted was another assignment, even if it wasn't actually an assignment. On the plus side, he'd get to see you, and maybe have some fun if he actually tried to enjoy himself.

~~~

crackhead [y/n]: cool so i guess ill go too

~~~

Rhodey chuckled while shaking his head. "Kid, if you don't ask this chick out the second you see her again, I'm gonna bodyslam you."

Peter frowned. "What do you mean?"

Bruce smiled. "Whether or not she went to the party was depending on if you were going," he pointed out.

"This girl used to be like that with me back in college," Scott said with a shrug. "Thought she liked me. Turned out she just had social anxiety..."

"Yeah you're really not helping this, bugman," Tony said.

"Wait, you guys think [Y/N] actually likes me back?," Peter asked, getting groans and laughs in return.

"Where have you been the last few minutes?," Natasha said.

"We've literally been saying that this entire time," Sam deadpanned.

Peter stared at his feet below the table. If the team was right, and you did actually like him back, then the movie marathon he was planning was the perfect excuse to hang out with you. "I-i think I might have a plan!," he rushed out, his head flying up. He pointed to Sam. "Ask her if she's free tonight!"

"Yes!," Thor yelled, his fists pumped into the air. "The spider child has grown his man balls!"

"Now that's what I'm talking about." Sam nodded approvingly as he texted.

~~~

sci-fi: r u free tonight??😉

~~~

"Wait hold on," Peter said, suddenly rushing towards the phone in a frantic manner. "Why is there a winking emoji?! I didn't say anything about a winking emoji!"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were flirti-"

Peter groaned. "Delete it, man. Delete it before her bitmoji pops up!"

"Okay okay, dang kid," Sam chuckled, quickly deleting the text and replacing it with one without a winking emoji. "There. And ya girl didn't even see it."

"Hey guys," Scott said. "I know we're all freaking out and stuff. But honestly, I'm just glad he wasn't watching porn." He shrugged. "So no matter what happens with this girl, today's still an absolute win."

It went on like this for a solid thirty minutes.

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crackhead [y/n]: yeah wassup

sci-fi boi: wanna come over and watch movies?

crackhead [y/n]: sure what're we watching

sci-fi boi: we can decide that when u get here. how about 4??

crackhead [y/n]: alright sure

~~~

"Okay, last thing," Tony said. "We need a sly compliment. Something not that special about her, but enough to show her that you're tuned in. Gets them every time, trust me."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Wow, lady-killer."

Tony pointed towards her and shrugged. "She said it, not me."

Thor looked to Peter. "So, young spider. What have you observed about your darling love?"

Peter blushed, almost wanting to comment on the Thor's word choice but ultimately deciding not to. "Well, um, her eyes light up a lot when she gets excited and it's really dorky in a cute kind of way I guess," he mumbled, scratching his head.

"Alright I got it," Sam said, typing the words in. He lifted his shoulders into a shrug. "Who knows, kid? There be some hope for you."

~~~

sci-fi boi: btw how do you get ur eyes to sparkle so bright when u get happy about stuff? Just thinking about it lol its cute

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Peter blew out a shaky breath as he looked back over the set-up he'd made in the living room.

He'd cleared out space to build a super huge homemade blanket fort and inside it at the end was his tv. Towards the middle were all of pillows he could find inside the house and at the other end were snacks. All around the inside were fairy lights because he knew you liked them, though personally he found them cliche.

He spent about an hour on the whole set and an additional thirty minutes stressing over and making sure everything was safe (with all three fairy lights and tv cords). The last thing he needed was for the both of you to catch on fire while watching the movie.

The two of you were going to be watching Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (or as normal 'not-nerds' like to call it, "the first one"). Of course, he hadn't told the team that. If they'd known what movie he'd planned on showing her, high chances are they wouldn't have even let him out of Avengers tower. But if Peter was gonna be forced to hang out with someone (not that he was really complaining), he would at least pick the film.

Finally checking all the boxes in his head for the night, Peter went to go check the DVD before he heard your knock at the door.

"Coming!," he yelled, quickly chucking the disc into the DVD player. He ran to the door and opened it with an awkward smile. "Uh, hey [Y/N]."

"Hey," you said back, already sort of blushing. "How's it going?"

Peter stared. Are your eyebrows done or are they just naturally that nice? He found his voice after abruptly noticing that he was staring. "Uh-well. It's been going great! How's it going for y-you also as well?" He frowned. "I-i mean, what's been going on with your life lately? No, that's dumb. I meant-"

"Peter, Peter! Calm down, dude," you giggled. "I've been fine."

"Oh," he chuckled. "That's good... d-do you wanna come in?"

"Question. What're we watching, Peter?," you asked, a smile playing on your face. Considering what you remembered from the last time you were at his house, and the fort you could get a peek of from the doorframe, you figured it was special for the nerdy boy. Plus his shirt had Yoda on it.

Freakin' Star Wars.

Immediately, a wide grin spread across his face. "Remember what you promised me we'd watch?"

You rolled your eyes, stepping past him into his living room. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Time to get nerdy I guess."

"Come on, you'll love it,"Peter said, quickly closing the door behind them and then briskly running towards the fort to hold up the side blankets for you. "So, snacks and drinks are beside us. We'll chill on these blankets here. And...um, yeah. That's about it." After stepping outside for a bit to go turn off the lights(for the full "movie theater" experience), Peter laid down on his belly, reaching for the DVD player to press play.

You watched as he fumbled with the wires, making sure the DVD player was plugged in before turning it on. Has your jawline always been that sharp?

You couldn't quite place it, but his texts from before seemed.. weird. But not a bad weird at all. A good, intriguing weird.

And that compliment was pretty nice, but odd for Peter. Sure, he complimented you often, but it just felt different this time. Usually it'd be something like, "new dress?" or "nice shoes". But never "you're eyes sparkle when you get excited." Heck, you didn't even know that about you. Was he paying attention? Did that mean he-

You remember how he acted about Liz Allen and Michelle Jones. Always staring. Never able to even say a full sentence in front of them without stuttering up a storm.

But he was so comfortable about you for the most part. You were just a friend.

"Okay got it," Peter said, laughing excitedly as the screen in front of him lit up. He scooted back to where you were sat. "Prepare to have your mind blown."

The Fort quickly became dark as the Lucasfilm logo shined on the screen.

"I seriously dou-"

"Shhh!," he cut you off. "Wait for it..."

You gave him a look but joined him in his silence to see what he was waiting for.

BUMMMMM buh buh bummmm

Practically jumping on top of him, you flinched at the loud and sudden music. "Crap dude! Turn it down!"

Peter shook his head, reaching for a soda. "You have to get the full effect, [Y/N]!," he laughed. "Just embrace it." He began to sing with the music and mime crazy gestures as if he were directing an orchestra.

Duh duh duh DUH DUHHHHHHHH

Halfway through he stopped and recited the opening crawl, his eyes glued to the screen with a sort of focus that made you sure that not only was this not foreign to him, he probably did this every other week.

"It is a period of civil war," he mumbled, throwing some popcorn into his mouth. "Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic- [Y/N] you have to watch the words, I swear it'll make the whole experience better." It went on for a little while longer until he paused the movie and looked over at you, cowering a bit. "D-do I have something on my face?"

"Huh? Nah you're good," you said, realizing he'd noticed you staring. "It's just-" you remembered his text from earlier. "-you got really excited... It-um..it was cute."

Because of the darkness(the only lighting being from the tv), you couldn't see if Peter blushed or not, but you could clearly see the stupid grin plastered on his face that he was trying to hide from you with his hand. Repeatedly licking his lips as a desperate attempt to stop smiling as he pressed play on the remote control. "A-ah, um, thanks [Y/N]."

The opening crawl was over and soon the movie actually began, showing a huge spaceship.

"That's the imperial star destroyer," Peter whispered, never taking his eyes off the screen. "They belong to the empire." He saw your blank expression, wide eyes as he realized that meant nothing to you. "Uh, the bad guys."

You squinted your eyes at the screen, silently judging the graphics of the energy blasts- space bullets?- or whatever they were supposed to be. "Pete, when was this movie made?"

"1977."

"Oh okay," you said, deciding to give it some leeway for the trash designs.

You scooted a little closer to your friend, figuring you'd get a little bit more comfortable.

Oh how he wished you hadn't done that.

Nothing like actual, physical contact with a girl that you like and you think she might like you back to actually manage to distract you from one of your favorite movies ever.

He froze, not wanting to pull away and offend you, but definitely not wanting to stay because just being this close to you was making his mind run wild.

Does she actually like me back? What if Mr. Stark and the team only said that to get me to make a fool of myself? She's too comfortable with me. She just sees me as a friend. Or maybe she likes me and she's just really chill about it? Ooh my gosh and she's leaning on me right now. What am I 'sposed to do?? I don't know I don't know I don't know!!!!!!!!!

Deciding for a quick compromise, he got up completely to reach for another soda, though his sprite was still half finished. When he sat back down, he wasn't as close. Hopefully, you'd just see it as natural human behaviour and not him wanting to be away from you.

Course you would see it that way, wouldn't you?

"Oh my gosh I recognize someone! That's R2D2, right?!" You pointed wildly, glad to not be completely clueless for once with this nerd crap.

"Yeah that's R2," Peter responded, letting out a secret sigh of relief, thankful for the distraction.

"A-and that's that gold dude!"

"Yeah, C-3PO."

"And oh crap that's Princess Leia!," you shouted. "Fucking feminist icon!"

Peter tilted his head. "Wait, how would you know that if you've never watched this?"

You laughed. "I still have access to the internet, doofus! Scroll down the nerdy feminist side of tumblr and Leia is literally everywhere."

Peter chuckled as he finally finished his sprite. "Okay. Valid."

Since that, you stopped talking for a bit. Part of you actually did figure that since you're here, you might as well actually try to enjoy the movie and maybe find out what the fans actually see in it that makes them like it so much. The other part just really didn't want to annoy Peter while he was watching his favorite movie series.

But sometimes you just have to say something.

"Hold up, wait. Isn't that his sister? Oh my God, Pete I swear somebody told me before that Leia was Luke's twin!"

Peter shrugged while nodding. "Well, that's a bit of a spoiler, but yeah. What about it?"

"Oh my gosh, Pete- what about it?! Dude, he's literally making 'fuck me' eyes at his own sister! He's all like, 'ooh you're so sexy I'm gonna bone you all over the galaxy'. That's freaky!"

You grabbed the remote and began to rewind it.

"C'mon now [Y/N]," he explained. "He didn't call her sexy. He said she was beautiful. Sexy is wayyy different from beautiful. You can think your family members are beautiful can't you?"

You paused it once you got to where you wanted.

"Okay Parker, look at that. Look at that and tell me Lukes's not totally undressing her with his eyes!" You pointed at Peter's face with a goofy smile on yours. "Oh wow, I've finally figured you people out now."

Peter's head cocked to the side. "Figured out what?"

"Star Wars nerds are a bunch of horny kids that like that step-sibling porn stuff but can't watch that in front of their parents so they have to use an alternative!"

Peter fell on his back with laughter, practically rolling around like a pig. "[Y/N], what?!"

You gave him an incredulous look. "Who else likes to see two siblings bang each other, Peter?!"

At that he pointed back at you while picking up his other soda. "To be fair, they never do that with each other. They only kiss, like twice and that's it. And one of them is only to make Han Solo mad."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about the Han Solo guy. Where is he anyway?"

Peter smiled. "Well, we're only twenty mintues in. He'll come soon."

To tell the truth, Peter really didn't even know what part you were at. His eyes were watching the screen but nothing was being comprehended. The only thing he could manage to think about was all the tiny things that were going on over on your side of the fort. Did you notice him staring? Was Tony right and you were just concerningly nice?

"I love how everybody at this bar is so chill south everything that's happening. It's like oh wow this guy just shot this green dude at table 8 and nope we totally don't care," you joked, pulling Peter out of his trance. He reminded himself that he should probably try to pay more attention. He didn't want to ruin the movie for you in case you had any questions.

But eventually, like all things do, the movie came to an end.

"So, how'd you like it?," Peter said while neither one of you made a move to leave the dark fort. You were laid out in practically a starfish-type position while he was sitting Indian-style.

You smirked. "I'll admit, it was pretty nice for a movie made in 1977. Still a bit lame though," you teased, pinching your fingers together with a giggle. Suddenly, you gasped. "Ooh, Vader was pretty lit though! Just straight force-choking people who disagree with you is such a power move."

Peter rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly. "Typical..."

"Excuse me?"

He bit back a quick smile. "Look, I'm not saying that Darth Vader isn't awesome. Because he is! Totally and completely but [Y/N], you do realize that in literally every movie we watch you like the villains?," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Because the villains are awesome!," you defended.

"Just saying. I'm sensing a bit of a pattern...," he teased.

You scoffed. "This coming from the guy who actually feels bad about some the people crashing into things when we're watching Ridiculousness," you said, reminding in how Peter was forever the relentless sap. "Well, while you're so busy judging me, whose your favorite character?"

At that, he gave a small sincere smile. "Ben. He's really cool."

"Ben Kenobi? The old guy that literally let himself die? But why?"

He shrugged, the small grin still present on his face. "Eh, sentimental reasons..."

He watched you return his sweet smile and it was then and there when Peter really felt content with the night. Though, you hadn't even known the weight his words carried, he did. Ned was the only other person who knew about it. But Peter knew right then and there that if you had asked, he'd tell you. And he knew you'd understand. Maybe you were just nice. Or maybe you did like him back. But in that moment, Peter didn't care. He just wanted to be here with you. Lost in the warm smell of popcorn and your vanilla perfume, watching a Star Wars movie with Uncle Ben surely smiling down from Heaven. And it gave Peter hope that maybe, just maybe, this was a step in the right direction.

2 hours (and five minutes) down. 22 hours (and forty seven mintues) to go...

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Taglist: @underoosjae @spn-assemble-seven @of-your-eyes-begonia-skies @parkerpeter24 , @audreylovespidey706

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soonhoonsol · 3 years ago

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So glad the new episode is out, i needed a break from studying haha (my exam got rescheduled so i now have like 3 days to study instead of 10 days i am so gonna fail💀💀💀)

Anyways, here's your weekly review^^

Honestly that whole date? Ryeoc is me, i amryeoc, my stamina is shit as well lmao. The date was really cute tho^^ only to get ruined by paparazzi oh god. Why are dating scandals still a thing??? Also in that note: Fins are hypocrites surprise surprise^^^

I keep forgetting the sitcoms exists, bit it seems fun? The hyuk/maha dynamic was exactly me with my brother amazing. The return of the scheming duo uwu. They are just fun honestly. Did ryeoc have to get this jealous? No. Was it kinda funny? Yeah it was. That's how i watch dramas, commenting left and right on whatever's happening.

This is a jihak stan account, i really like him? He just wants the best for his girls ;-;

On the topi of them: Poor hyunji????? She is that one member everyone forgets/ that is just in the background and i feel so sorry for her? Especially the scene with yujin like she's right, just ask maha yourself and don't break her fucking heart every time oh god. I really hope she gets a happy ending ;-;

Let's talk about mr CEO -_- every episode he becomes more and more of an asshole. He's doing this whole scheme for what exactly? To say 'haha you loser you lost'? He doesn't get anything from this, no money, no fame, noting but satisfaction ig? Disgusting. At least they have found a solution with the old manager yk. Also that monologue in his office, are we supposed to feel bad? Cuz i ain't.

Also nooooooo don't break up??????????? I mean i get it but still don't????? You just got together and are actually kind of cute together ;-;

Random sidenotes: The title for 'best side character' goes to that part-timer haha i think she's amazing. Also i think i'm starting to like Rima more, she's not as bitchy anymore.

Also fun fact: i dyed my hair pink (it was like highlighter pink it was very much but looked nice) (my friend told me i look better in pink than san which ????????????? Dude what) and i'm redying it today because pink washes out hella fast and it's very white rn because i bleached it before haha

-Xon^^

xonnnn hey :D

i realized i haven't responded to your doom at your service ask omg i'm so sorry i'll get to that

YOU WON'T FAIL YOUR EXAM!! I BELIEVE IN YOUUU 🥰🥰🥰

but today's ep!! idk how to feel T~T i have so many questions

that date was kinda cute? i mostly felt bad for them that they have to do it in secret :(( the industry is so toxic to dating...sigh >< paparazzi is shit whyyy do they wanna ruin people's lives for money?? disgustangggg 🤮

the sitcom was so cute!! although i'm sensing some tension between Maha and Hyuk? like Hyuk has his guard up around her...hmmm... but Ryoc getting jealous was so funny pls 🤣🤣 poor Dojin fearing for his life though.... must protecc

JIHAK DESERVES THE WORLD HE'S SUCH A GOOD MANAGER!!

dude, if Hyunji doesn't get some justice by the end of the show i'm gonna riot. how dare poor Nayoung get screwed over irl AND in a fictional show?? give her the world please she's so sweet and kind 🥺

on the other hand, i'm really glad she stood up to Yujin. she's right though... he's been using her to talk to Maha... poor girl deserves better. either that or mr Yujin needs some sense slapped into him 👀 he has good intentions but lowkey i wanna smack him with my slipper

(sorry, asian habits 😅)

Mr CEO slowly getting higher on my hit list <3 i hate him so much <3

i kinda expected the break up? but yeah they were kinda cute together :(( and seeing how she's the only person who can really make Ryoc smile, it's sad 😭

the part-timer is so funny! but also terrifying... yeesh. Rima's growing soft!!! Maha just has a way of getting everyone to love her 🥰

WOOOOH DID YOU TAKE A PICCCC :o i love pink hair

#askchey #anonymous #xon 👀#my lovely moot <3

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dong-hyucks · 7 years ago

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Hello~~ How about a Lee Chanhyuk (AKMU) angsty imagine? 😅 I don't really have ideas I just appreciate these siblings so much, but maybe, how about something like he thinks you're cheating but really you're not and w/ a fluffy ending pls💕 thank you so much

Cheater ; Chanhyuk

Characters: Chanhyuk / Reader / ft. SoohyunGenre: Angst (happy ending)A/N: do ! not ! cheat ! on ! your ! significant ! other ! ! just ! dont ! this is v bad, im sorryyyy

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Hate. Hate. Hate. You down on your lip as you looked through your mail. Frankly, you were sick of it all. Ever since your relationship with Chanhyuk, one half of the Akdong Musician duo, had been revealed to the public, every letter you had received had been hand-written words of disgust, anger, and hatred. To be quite honest, you were somewhat impressed by your boyfriend’s fans ability to find more things to dote on, whether it be your fashion choices to the way you styled your hair. It was different every time, but at the end of the day you knew they all held the same message.

You don’t deserve him.

He deserves better.

You could go on, but you’d rather not. With a sigh, you took the new letters and put them with the rest; in a drawer located in your kitchen. A pile of hateful letters had begun to build after a fan had followed you home. Whenever he came over, you always told him not to open it; as it contained rather embarrassing photos of yourself. Lying to him felt terrible, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell the truth.

You just wanted it all to end; all of the letters, all of the e-mails, all of the posts about you. You wanted time to go back, to when you and Chanhyuk were a happier couple, back when your relationship had been a secret. You scoffed at yourself, feeling internally belligerent toward your own thoughts. Before, you had wished for your relationship to go public. You had wished you could have dates with Chanhyuk without hiding, without fearing being caught.

In hindsight, you should’ve been content. You shouldn’t have rushed Chanhyuk to get permission from YG Entertainment’s president to reveal your relationship. You should have waited until you knew you could be strong enough to deal with the backlash.

In the end, you weren’t strong enough. Not at all. You were weak under the spotlight of his fans. Not that he knew, anyway.

Chanhyuk had seen posts and comments about you. It was inevitable. You, however, had told him you could deal with it, and that it’d go away soon. Yet another lie.

Even six months later, you couldn’t deal with it.

It didn’t go away.

You couldn’t do anything. You didn’t have the power to stop all of the hate from coming to you, nor did you want his career to fault. It didn’t take long after the hate had begun that you decided to brace the pain. Accept it.

Now, you were even lying to yourself.

A knock sounded at your apartment door, pulling you out of your thoughts. You glanced at the clock; 1:27. You had nearly forgotten about your date with Chanhyuk. Taking in a deep breath, you forced yourself to smile as you opened the door, revealing your boyfriend of four years.

He looked tired, but he had a small smile gracing his features. “Hey, [Y/N],” he said happily, bringing you into a hug before entering your apartment. “Ready for our date?”

With a nod, you gestured down the hall, to your bedroom. “I just need to get something really quickly,” you smiled at him again before trudging down the hall. You hid yourself in your connected bathroom, your heart racing. You glanced at yourself in the mirror. You had very eye-bags and your lips were chapped. You looked like a mess.

Shaking your head, you applied some lip balm and ran a hand through your hair in hopes of looking more presentable. You smiled again, staring down at your reflection. You nearly laughed at how fake you looked.

Without missing a beat, you went back out. Chanhyuk was waiting at your dining table, fidgeting with his phone. When he heard you coming, he looked up with a smile.

Your heart hurt at how sincere he looked. With a deep breath, you took his hand.

“Let’s go.”

Your date had started out fine. Chanhyuk took you out for ice cream (he had to take his mask off, which resulted in a group of fans flocking to you), completely oblivious to the sneers and glares people around you had been giving you. Whenever he’d look in anyone’s direction, their once nasty expression turned kind. Like always, you thought with a slight frown.

Not that you were any different. Whenever Chanhyuk would glance at you, you’d show him your best smile. You made it appear that everything was okay and that you weren’t, in any way, unhappy. The thought hit you then; you were just like his fans– pretending that all was well.

“Where do you want to go next?” Chanhyuk asked with a giddy expression. When he saw the funny look you had been giving him, he chuckled. “Sorry,” he mumbled bashfully, his shy nature appearing, “I just missed you is all. I’ve been up to my neck in practices and performances lately. This is our first date since a couple of months ago.”

“It’s okay.” You nearly winced at your tone. You truly hadn’t meant to sound so disinterested, and now Chanhyuk was the one giving you a look. “I’m proud of you,” you said through your teeth, “AKMU is gaining a lot of recognition; it makes sense that you’re busy.”

Chanhyuk looked eternally grateful as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing his lips against your temple in a small gesture of gratitude. “What did I do to deserve such an angel?” he asked, looking at you with a grin.

I could ask the same thing, Chanhyuk.

“Let’s go to a cafe. There’s a new one a few blocks from here,” you suggested. “I heard it’s good.

Chanhyuk agreed, pulling you along with him as you walked. As you made your way through the streets, you noticed people had been pointing cameras at you. Bowing your head, you bit your lip nervously. Chanhyuk, unfortunately, noticed your sudden distress. “Is everything okay?”

Your heart panged. Chanhyuk was such a gentleman to you– you felt horrible for lying to him all of the time. Shaking your head, you glanced over at him before diverting your eyes. “I’m fine.”

You wanted to punch yourself. Your exhaustion with the situation was catching up with you. Everything you had been saying sounded devoid of emotion, he was probably going to suspect something’s up. You kept your head down, missing the hurt that flashed in Chanhyuk’s eyes.

He knew you were lying.

The rest of the walk was silent, with you never lifting your eyes off of your own feet. Chanhyuk had let go of your waist, opting to simply walk beside you. You rubbed your arm, biting your lip for the umpteenth time that day.

The two of you soon reached the cafe. It was almost full, aside from a few empty tables, and was buzzing with laughter. Luckily, Chanhyuk had put his mask back on, so you weren’t recognized immediately. “Go sit down,” Chanhyuk said, his voice sounding strained. “I’ll order for us.”

You nodded, retreating to an empty table located in the corner of the cafe. You stared at the table, losing yourself in its pattern. You didn’t dare look up in fear of seeing another fan. You were so out of it that you didn’t even notice Chanhyuk sitting across from you with two drinks. “[Y/N]?”

You jumped at his sudden voice, looking up at him with wide eyes. Chanhyuk looked worried. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

You licked your now dry lips as you sputtered out your answer, “I’m fine. You don’t have to ask.” With a quiet thank you, you took the drink you assumed was yours, bringing the cup to your lips. Chanhyuk frowned at your behaviour. Something was definitely wrong, he just didn’t know what.

His thoughts raced with numerous possibilities that may explain your down mood. Maybe you didn’t like the cafe, maybe he smelled bad (to which, he tried to inconspicuously smell himself), or perhaps you were just having a bad day. He shook his head subtly, keeping his eyes on you as he slowly took sips from his cup. Even if you were having a bad day, you would’ve told him.

Right?

Before he could come to anymore conclusions, his phone rang. You glanced up for the first time in a while. He apologized to you quickly before taking the device out.

Soohyun Accept ✓ | Decline

“Hello?” his voice was hushed as he spoke. You watched as his face dropped, his eyes nervously moving to look at you before looking down at his lap. “What do you mean? I thought we had the day off today.”

Ah. He was being called to work.

It didn’t take long before he hung up, turning to look at you with guilt. “I was called in–”

“I know. It’s okay; you can go.”

Chanhyuk looked shocked at your seemingly nonchalance, almost to the point where he felt hurt that you would just wave him off like that.

“I– alright. I’ll see you later.”

You stayed there in the cafe, your once hot drink going cold. You stared at the empty seat across from you and frowned. Silently cursing yourself, you dropped your head into your hands.

“Excuse me, are you alright?”

You looked up and saw a man, who couldn’t be that much older than you. He was wearing an apron with the cafe’s logo so he must be an employee. “I’m fine,” you lied again. The man rolled his eyes, moving to sit across from you. You blinked at his boldness, pushing yourself back in your chair.

“I’m Hyunbin, it’s nice to meet you.” You stared at his outstretched hand skeptically, before shaking it. “I saw your boyfriend leave. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Why do you care?” you asked with a sigh. You didn’t mean to sound so foul, but your mood had dropped quite a bit once Chanhyuk left, and Hyunbin mentioning it didn’t exactly make you feel better. “Besides, don’t you have other customers to tend to?”

Hyunbin chuckled at your attitude, leaning back in his chair with a raised brow. “My shift just ended and I’m bored, so hey– why not talk to the sad looking person in the corner.” He looked at you as if he expected you to laugh at his excuse of a joke. When you kept a straight face, he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Glad to know I’m a form of entertainment for you,” you muttered, moving to leave.

Before you could even leave your chair, Hyunbin reached over the table and held your wrist, keeping you in place. “Wait,” he said, his carefree expression gone serious. “I was kidding.” He paused for a second, furrowing his brows as he thought hard about something. “You don’t even have to tell me what’s wrong–”

“Nothing is wrong,” you cut him off.

Not caring, he continued. “You can just talk about anything! Puppies, kittens, the sky, the coffee; anything.” You stared at him curiously. Why did he care so much? “Because you look sad and I don’t like seeing people be sad.” You blinked, only then realizing you had voiced your thoughts outloud. “C’mon, just sit down with me, please? I’ll even buy you another drink; yours is cold.”

The thought of a free drink tempted you. He was right, your drink did go cold, but you were still cautious. With a sigh, you relaxed in your chair, crossing your arms. “Fine.”

You watched as he lit up with delight, before bounding off the the counter and ordering. You rested your chin on your palm, glancing back at him. The thought of just freely talking to someone was tempting. As much as you wished you could do the same with Chanhyuk, you worried that you would slip and expose everything you had been hiding.

Memories of the letters you received that morning flashed in your mind, making you frown.

“You look sad again,” Hyunbin whined, as he sat across from you. He had the same drink Chanhyuk had ordered for you in his hand. He placed it in front of you before sitting down again. “What’s up?”

You raised a brow, “I thought I wasn’t being forced to talk about it.”

Hyunbin laughed, shaking his head. “Let’s talk about anything. Maybe it’ll lift your mood.” You pursed your lips. “Okay,” he mumbled, sensing your hesitation, “I’ll think of something.” He did, and he thought for a very long minute. “Music! What kind of music do you listen to?”

You couldn’t help but realize how the male in front of you resembled a puppy. Throwing caution into the wind, you opened your mouth to respond.

Chanhyuk panted as the music slowly came to an end. He held his position until it the song completely faded away, then proceeded to collapse onto the cold floor of the practice room. Soohyun, who was in the midst of packing, frowned at her brother. “Go take a break,” she told him, noting the exhaustion that was apparent in his expression. “You’ve been dancing straight for hours.”

He looked over his shoulder at her, making her gape at him. “What’s up?” she asked, putting her bag back on the chair it was once on. “You haven’t said a word since you got here and now you look all depressed. Did something happen on your date with [Y/N]?” Soohyun put a hand on her hip, her brows closing together as she inspected Chanhyuk’s expression. When he didn’t answer, she sighed. “Did they get upset because you had to leave?”

After staying silent, Chanhyuk finally shook his head. “[Y/N]… looked upset for practically the whole date.” He grumbled something incoherent under his breath, pushing his hair back. “They’ve been like this for a while and I have no idea why,” he mumbled, frustrated beyond belief. He remembered how down you looked as you walked before, his heart clenching at the thought. “Maybe I did something.”

Soohyun took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she thought over Chanhyuk’s situation while he moved to turn the music back on. Chanhyuk, due to being very later to practice, had to keep practicing for the amount of time he missed; which was two hours. Soohyun, however, was allowed to leave. “I can go over to their apartment and ask. Maybe they’ll tell me.”

“Why would they tell you what’s wrong but not me?” Chanhyuk asked, his voice low. Soohyun frowned at her brother’s pitiful kicked puppy look.

“There are some things [Y/N] might not be comfortable with telling you yet.” Though she felt bad saying it, she knew it was the truth. Some of her friends had confided her with things they couldn’t tell their significant other in the past, so perhaps you was going through something similar.

When Chanhyuk nodded, Soohyun went back and grabbed her bag. “I’ll text you,” she bid goodbye, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she tightened her ponytail.

Their manager was outside the room, fiddling with his phone. “Ready to go?” he asked, putting it away after noticing her. She nodded, following him down the hall and out of the building to their van. “Could we make a quick stop? It shouldn’t take too long,” Soohyun asked after buckling herself in. The manager nodded, following her directions in silence.

It wasn’t long after they entered the van that they arrived at your apartment. “I’ll be here,” the manager nodded at her, taking the car out of ignition. Soohyun bowed quickly before rushing into the apartment building. She didn’t have her mask on her, so she had to hide her face with her sleeve. Making her way up to your floor via the elevator, Soohyun tapped her foot, humming to Akdong Musician’s new song. The elevator dinged and she bounded down the hall to your familiar door.

Upon turning a corner, Soohyun stopped dead in her tracks. She watched with wide eyes as a man wrapped his arms around you in a hug. You weren’t pushing him away at all– you were smiling up at him. “Thanks for tonight, Hyunbin. It really cheered me up,” she heard you say to him.

Soohyun held in a gasp, covering her mouth. You weren’t cheating on Chanhyuk, were you? She felt anger bubble in her stomach. Yes, she adored you; Soohyun thought you were really nice, but Chanhyuk was family and came before anyone, including you. Taking her phone out, she took a photo quickly before turning on her heel and walking off before either of you could see her. She couldn’t confront you directly, especially not out in the hallway where anyone could see.

Despite her suspicions, Soohyun hoped to every deity there was that she was wrong.

Chanhyuk leaned against the mirror, his hot breath fogging up his reflection even further. Beads of sweat travelled down his temple as he chugged down his bottle of water. He paused when he heard his phone go off. He wiped his brow, dragging his feet over to where he kept his phone. He had received a text from Soohyun.

Did she already talk to [Y/N]?, he thought, opening the text quickly. When he saw what the text contained, his heart dropped. His already heavy breath grew heavier, his eyes widening. Along with her small message, I’m sorry, Soohyun had sent a picture of you and another man.

You looked happy.

Though completely exhausted, Chanhyuk felt himself grew angrier by the second the longer he stared at the photo. He hadn’t seen you truly smile for months; so why were you smiling like that with someone else? His eyes trained on your shoulder, where the man had his hand. He seemed familiar, but Chanhyuk couldn’t remember, nor did he care.

Without a second thought, he went to your contact.

You were still smiling when you entered your apartment, having just sent Hyunbin off. After he asked you about music, the two of you hit it off. You talked for hours, something you only realized when his boss came out and told you that the cafe was closing. Hyunbin had then offered to walk you home. If it hadn’t been close to midnight, you would’ve declined his offer, but since you had to walk you didn’t see a problem with it.

At the end of the night, you were even able to tell Hyunbin about the hate letters you had been getting. Hyunbin had comforted you about it, offering advice on how to get passed the hate. “You should tell him about the letters,” he had said before leaving, “he’ll understand why you’ve been acting so distant if you do.” With a nod, you decided to tell him in the morning, since he may be tired or busy from work.

Before you even reached your bedroom, your phone dinged, signaling you were getting a text. You smiled when you saw Chanhyuk’s name pop up, but it wasn’t long before your happiness dwindled.

Chanhyukie ♡ ; 11:39 PM Let’s break up.

You wanted to scream. Tears fell from your eyes, as your body shook. Your knees buckled causing you to collapse, your things falling around you with a loud thud. Soon, you got another notification.

Contact Chanhyukie ♡ has blocked you.

Weeks had passed since then. It was announced that you and Chanhyuk had broken up, the massive amount of articles about it adding insult to injury. The hate letters and emails seem to have ceased, but in their place was the burning feeling of sorrow. Everything seemed much too melancholy to you. Hyunbin had visited your apartment, obviously seeing some of the articles, but you never answered the door. You had only left your apartment to get groceries, but even then you were barely out for an hour.

No matter how many times you texted or called Chanhyuk, you knew he wouldn’t answer. He did block you and it seems that Soohyun did as well

Hyunbin had also tried to text you, but you muted his contact. You couldn’t bring yourself to block him, but you truly weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone, unless it was Chanhyuk. Call it selfish, but you didn’t want to talk to anyone but him. You wanted answers, and you wanted to tell him about everything.

You trudged through your apartment, making your way to the kitchen. The photos that had been hanging on your refrigerator door were turned around. They were, after all, photos of you and Chanhyuk. There were so many around your apartment, you were almost shocked to see the abundance of photos that reminded you of your relationship.

You flinched when someone started to pound on your door. You sighed, going over to the foyer. “Hyunbin if that’s you, stop. I’ve already gotten complaints from the neighbours about you making too much noise,” you scolded, hugging your blanket around you tighter. The knocking stopped, but you didn’t hear the sound of ceasing footsteps.

“If you don’t want anymore complaints, open up,” you heard Hyunbin say. With a groan, you opened the door. Hyunbin jumped at the sight of you– being very transparent with his thoughts.

“Look,” you mumbled, tired, “just go home. I don’t know why you keep bothering with me, we hung out once.”

Hyunbin’s expression dropped, the corners of his mouth conforming into a frown. “I thought we were friends,” he mumbled with a hurt look. You groaned again, opening the door completely. You cursed yourself for giving in so easily as he brushed passed you and into your apartment.

“How are you?” Hyunbin asked after you closed the door. You narrowed your eyes at him, before turning away.

“Take a guess,” you muttered, taking a jug of orange juice out of your fridge. He watched in silence as you poured a glass, sliding it over to him over the counter. Hyunbin made a noise, jumping to stop the glass before it slid off the counter. You poured yourself a glass before leaning against the stove to look at him.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you break up?” Hyunbin asked after taking a sip, “I thought you said you were going to tell him about the letters. You looked down at your glass, tracing your finger over the rim of it. You swallowed thickly before looking back up.

“He broke up with me. Through text.”

The look Hyunbin gave you was one of offence and shock. He hastily placed his cup on the counter and made his way over to you. Bringing you into a hug, he rubbed your back slowly. “He must’ve been a real asshole to break up over text,” he grumbled, pulling away.

You shook your head, looking down once again. “No, Chanhyuk’s not an asshole. He’s quite the opposite, actually.” You, like Hyunbin, placed your glass on the counter. “I just wish he told me why he broke up with me, or at least unblock me so I can ask and explain my attitude.”

Hyunbin huffed. “You know what you need? A shower–” You gave him a glare. “– and some time outside.” Before you could object, he brought your glass up to your mouth, effectively silencing you. “Don’t lie to me, I know you’ve barely been out since you broke up.” He began to frown, “do you not have a job?”

The thought of a job hit you suddenly. You let out a moan of frustration as you covered your face with your hands. “I was looking for a job before the break up. I completely forgot.” You thought of your soon-to-be empty wallet and frowned. Getting a job added to your list of stressful things in your life.

“Hey,” you mumbled after a moment. “Is the cafe hiring?” Hyunbin’s eyes lit up, exactly like a puppy who got a treat for being good.

You stood with a straight back as you smoothed over the wrinkles on your apron. Hyunbin had helped you update your resume and eventually, you got hired at the cafe. It was great to do something after moping around uselessly for three weeks.

At first, it was truly difficult. Some of the customers had recognized you as Chanhyuk’s ex-lover and some had the nerve to ask you very personal questions about the entire ordeal (questions that Hyunbin had helped you out with). It didn’t take long before you knew how to deal with such customers yourself, something that Hyunbin bragged about for you.

“Hey,” Hyunbin poked his head into the room. You glanced up from the coffee machine and up at him. “Can you take over for me? A customer just ordered a drink I haven’t taught you yet.” You nodded, quickly finishing the current drink before heading out. You made your way to the cash register without looking up.

“Caramel macchiato,” you called, placing the drink on top of the counter. You glanced over at the next customer in line, freezing when you made eye contact. You hadn’t expected them to go to the cafe though it was, of course, possible. Forcing a smile, you clenched your fists beneath the counter, away from their eyes. “What can I get for you today?”

Soohyun and Chanhyuk looked at you with wide eyes. Though they had caps and masks on, you could very easily recognize them, having spent the past five years with the siblings. Quickly, Soohyun elbowed Chanhyuk in the stomach, who seemed to be too surprised to answer.

“I’ll have a medium iced coffee and he’ll have the same, but a large,” Soohyun answered, obviously still in shock. You nodded, entering their order into the register. “That’ll be ₩5500,” you spoke through your teeth, trying your hardest to keep smiling, just as your boss had instructed for you to do.

After exchanging the necessary amount of money, Hyunbin came back out with the complicated drink. You narrowed your eyes at him, noticing that it was a simply a cup of black coffee, the first drink you had learned to make. “I’ll take over now, [Y/N],” he said with a grin. You poked his stomach in retaliation, smiling naturally when he flinched away from you.

You looked back to the siblings, who had been watching your interaction, before rushing to the back to make their orders. You felt as though you couldn’t breathe when you were out there. Holding a hand against your heart, you leaned over the metal counter. You were thankful that it was a slow day, otherwise you would’ve had to rush.

Quickly making their drinks, you came back out and called their orders. Before they could even get the drinks, you stumbled back into the backroom. Hyunbin followed after you, frowning. “What was that?” you mumbled, gently hitting his shoulder. “You did that on purpose, you jerk.”

“I’m sorry,” he drawled, “I thought seeing you would make him feel at least some ounce of regret but they just left as soon as they got their drinks.” He quickly dodged your hand when you moved to jab his stomach again.

“Go back out there,” you shooed him out. “We still have customers you know.” With a pout, Hyunbin followed your orders. Now, alone in the room you closed your eyes. You could hear your heart pounding.

Damn Chanhyuk, you thought, damn him for still having this affect on me.

After his shift, Hyunbin closed up the cafe. Because it was such a slow day, a few of your other coworkers were allowed to leave early, leaving you and Hyunbin. You had gone home an hour before, with Hyunbin’s permission, leaving him alone. He sighed, walking off in the direction of his home.

He saw you beating yourself up earlier, after seeing Chanhyuk. He felt horrible for making you face him again, when it appeared that you weren’t ready. On the other hand, he felt angry. How could Chanhyuk just break up with you out of nowhere? Through text, no less. Truthfully, after hanging out with you, Hyunbin had started to feel something for you, but he wouldn’t dare act on his feelings.

He could tell that you still loved Chanhyuk.

Hyunbin looked up. He always passed the YG Entertainment building on his way home, something he thought was really cool. He stopped walking upon seeing a duo walk out, talking to each other distinctively. It seemed that they saw him as well because, after looking in his direction, they stopped talking.

Though he felt scared, Hyunbin walked over to them. “Chanhyuk,” he began, “could I talk with you?” Chanhyuk exchanged a glance with Soohyun, who wore a worried expression. “It won’t take long, or rather, it shouldn’t.”

Chanhyuk nodded, ushering Soohyun to their company van. He and Hyunbin moved away from the van for privacy. “What do you want to talk about?” Though his words were proper, Chanhyuk’s tone held hostility and caution.

Hyunbin tilted his head. He assumed that Chanhyuk could figure it out on his own. “[Y/N],” he answered simply. “I want to talk about [Y/N].”

Chanhyuk paused. “Go on.”

“Why did you break up with them?”

Chanhyuk looked surprised for a second, before he looked away, scoffing. “I thought they’d be able to put the pieces together, but guess not.”

Hyunbin narrowed his eyes at him, “Put the pieces together? You broke up with them over text without an explanation. How could [Y/N] simply put the pieces together?”

“They weren’t faithful,” Chanhyuk mumbled, “Probably hadn’t been for weeks before we broke up.” Chanhyuk turned and glared at Hyunbin, “Don’t act like you don’t know. Soohyun sent me a picture that day– a picture of you and [Y/N]. Honestly, I’m surprised I didn’t see it before. They were always so distant and they would shy away from me–”

Unable to contain himself, Hyunbin reached forward, grabbing Chanhyuk by the collar of his jacket. Anger coursed through his veins, as he shook the boy violently. “You think [YN] cheated on you? With me?” he spat, glaring at him. “You’re a real idiot, you know that? [Y/N] would never do something like that, much less with me.”

“What–?”

“No matter how I feel toward [Y/N],” Hyunbin confessed, “they will never feel the same. You know why? Because they still love you! I don’t know why but they do. They still love you even though you refuse to see the truth.”

Chanhyuk tried to push Hyunbin away, but he was both taller and stronger than him. “You want to know why [Y/N] started acting strange? Because every goddamn day they received hate. I’ve seen them– the letters they stashed away in the kitchen. You didn’t even hear them out.” Recognition flashed through Chanhyuk’s eyes once he mentioned the kitchen. “They pretended to be okay because they didn’t want to worry your sorry ass. Even now, they still pretend. After you left the cafe, [Y/N] retreated to the back and was distracted for the rest of their shift because of you.”

With a huff, Hyunbin let go of Chanhyuk, not bothering to help him when he lost his footing and fell back. “[Y/N] never cheated on you,” he said, backing up. “And you’re an idiot for not seeing that.”

Without another word, Hyunbin walked off to his house. Soohyun watched him walk away from the van, surprised when Chanhyuk didn’t follow. Exiting the vehicle, Soohyun went back to where they had walked off to. When she got there, Chanhyuk was still on the ground, staring at his shoes. “Chanhyuk?”

It didn’t take long before she realized he was crying. “They didn’t cheat on me,” he stuttered, wide eyed. “I broke up with [Y/N] and they didn’t even cheat–” he cut himself off, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Guilt struck Soohyun like a truck at full speed. Her brother’s sadness was because of her, and no doubt [Y/N] had suffered as well.

Biting back her own tears, she fell to her knees and hugged him. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled into his hair. “This is my fault.”

After a while of just sitting on the ground, Soohyun felt determined. She got up, dragging Chanhyuk with her. “We’re going to [Y/N]’s apartment and you’re going to make up with them,” she decided, pulling him into the van. After telling their manager the address again, she turned to Chanhyuk.

“I’ll apologize for the misunderstanding as well,” Soohyun said with a sad smile, “This all happened because of me after all.” Chanhyuk didn’t refuse to go, nor did he speak. He merely nodded, and watched the scenery pass by as their manager drove to the apartment building.

When they arrived, Chanhyuk could almost feel his heart pounding out of his chest. He felt nervous. You probably weren’t going to forgive him; he had broken up with you in such a heartless way and then ignored you for weeks after. The ride in the elevator was suffocating, both of the siblings drowning in guilt.

When they reached your door, Soohyun stopped. “Stay out here for a second, yeah? I don’t know if [Y/N]’ll be ready to see you out of nowhere.” Soohyun pushed Chanhyuk a few doors away before knocking on the door.

You opened the door seconds later, startled upon seeing Soohyun. Before you could close the door, Soohyun stopped the movement with her hand. “What do you want, Soohyun?” you asked, your voice weak. You trained your eyes on the door handle, unwilling to meet eyes with the woman who you called your best friend prior to the breakup.

Soohyun frowned at your disheartened state, her heart panging when you refused to make eye contact. “I just want to explain some things,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. You finally looked up at her. Soohyun held sincerity and guilt in her eyes; enough to make you give in. With a sigh, you let her in, closing the door behind you.

Soohyun pursed her lips, pressing her fingers against one another in hopes of calming her nerves. “Chanhyuk broke up with you because of me,” she said quietly. You whipped your head toward her, a feeling of betrayal hitting you quickly. “The day he broke up with you I came here, and when I did I saw you with the man from the cafe. I made assumptions and I sent a picture to Chanhyuk, which lead to…” she trailed off.

You stayed silent, absorbing the information quietly. “Do you,” Soohyun’s voice brought you out of your trance. “Do you still love my brother?”

The apartment went silent. The chatter of your neighbours buzzed through the thin walls of your apartment, their voices being the only obvious noise. You thought back to earlier in the day, when they had visited the cafe. Just seeing him again made your heart race out of control. You started to laugh weakly, surprising Soohyun. Running a hand through your hair, you looked to Soohyun with glazed over eyes. “Yeah,” you said simply, your voice cracking. “I do. It’s pathetic of me, but I still love him.”

The door opened.

You didn’t have to look up to know it was Chanhyuk. No one else would blatantly barge into your apartment unwelcomed, much less after what you had just confessed. “I’ll leave you two alone,” Soohyun coughed, quickly retreating out the door. You stayed where you were, not moving to greet your new guest.

Sighing, you turned to him. “Would you like a drink–”

“I’m so sorry, [Y/N].” You ignored the fact that he cut you off, standing stiffly on the spot. “I shouldn’t have broken up with you like that without finding out what actually happened. That was completely unfair to you.” Chanhyuk made his way over to you, stopping a mere metre away from you. You could easily smell his cologne from where you stood, the distinctive smell bringing back happier memories. You noticed that his eyes were bloodshot.

“You weren’t the only one who was unfair,” your voice quavered. “I was lying to you, after all.”

With a nod, Chanhyuk moved to grab hold of your hand, freezing momentarily when you moved away. “Your friend told me about the letters you got,” he started, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize.”

You bore into his eyes exasperatedly. “Stop apologizing,” you uttered. “What happened was because I lied to you about it. You broke up with me because I led you to think I was being unfaithful to you.”

Chanhyuk reached out to hold you, this time succeeding. “We’re both at fault here then,” he murmured, bringing you into a hug. His warmth surrounded you, and you found yourself slipping. Whatever walls you had attempted to put up around yourself to protect your own feelings from him had crumbled the moment he walked into the cafe.

“I’m sorry,” he choked. “I,” he paused, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I still love you.”

You sat at your dining table, going through your mail.

Hate. Hate. Hate. Bills. Hate.

You bit your lip. Pushing the letters away, you rubbed your temple in hopes of curing your pounding headache. Shaking your head, you continued through the pile. Out of all of the envelopes, one in particular stood out.

You furrowed your brows at the baby blue envelope, flipping it over. There was no return address, the only words being your apartment number and address. You carefully opened it, revealing a piece of lined paper that had been folded with great care. It’s contents surprised you greatly.

Dear, Mr/Miss [Y/N]

It must’ve been hard, right? I read the articles… how can people call themselves fans when they send an innocent person hate? I think… you’re very brave for being able to smile through it all. I saw you today, at the cafe. Does that sound creepy? I swear I’m not a crazy fan! Um… anyway, I’m very happy for you and Chanhyuk! You guys are really cute together. I know it’s unrealistic to say that the hate will stop but… I wish you the best!

From, a very happy fan :)

You chuckled as you read the letter. It was obvious someone of a younger age had written the letter, as the writing was quite messy, though legible, and there were a few spelling mistakes. You soon felt pressure on your shoulder. You looked over, smiling at Chanhyuk who had begun to read the letter. When he finished, he too chuckled.

“Cute letter,” he beamed, turning to brush his lips against your cheek, his subtle warmth escaping from you far too quickly. “I’m off to practice,” he announced, standing straight.

Smiling up at him, you replied, “Drink water throughout, okay? I don’t want you fainting again.” Rolling your eyes, you stood to peck his lips quickly. “I’ll see you later.”

You watched as he left, before looking back at the short letter. Still grinning, you carefully put the letter back in its envelope and walked over to the kitchen. You put the small, blue envelope into the specific drawer that you had once avoided like the plague. The same drawer, however, was now filled with happier letters from fans.

You walked off, grabbing your keys and your jacket. With a deep breath, you stepped out of your apartment, feeling confident and euphoric with life for the first time in months.

what a weak ending omf

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