#Okay now im just using my shipping glasses bye

[littleyellowtangerine]

I like lawyer Carisi a lot but I must admit cop Carisi in season 18-20 is my favorite. He thinks outside the box and you can tell he has found his place in the precinct

[butterflyyeo]

drunk in love

pairing - yeosang x fem reader

genre - fluff, angst (?)

tw - lots of alcohol consumption, swearing

wc - 10k

side ships - seongjoong, yungi

a/n -- was meant to be angst but turned into fluff... im trying my best to get better at writing angst aaaah. but please enjoy this for now <3 thanks for letting me tag you @iminchaosnow !!

------------------------------------------- you had known kang yeosang for nearly two years now. two, dreadfully slow and exhausting years.it was your final year of high school when he transferred to your school, he was a close family friend of wooyoung's. his parents had spoken highly of the school, insisting that yeosang transfers in order to excel for his last year of schooling. as far as you were concerned, he had decent grades, but he preferred to spend his time hanging around the skatepark after dark, when everyone else had left.

and in all the two years you'd known him, you had never once had a full conversation with him, despite being in your group of friends. his side of the 'conversation' usually consisted of monotonous 'yeahs' and 'mhms'. wooyoung constantly assured you it was because he's shy and that he'd eventually open up. but you weren't convinced. you tried so hard for him to like you, but your efforts were fruitless. it was infuriating, feeling like you were constantly doing something wrong whenever you were around him.

you currently found yourself in the backseat of yeosang's car, wedged between a drunken yunho and mingi while a chaotic wooyoung was singing along to his chosen playlist. (though, it sounded more like wailing.)

you and the eight boys had all decided to take a gap year, spend every last cent you earned on adventure and alcohol to make lifelong memories, before your careers became a blockade in your friendship. but the year was coming to an end soon, it was already mid november. on the bright side, that meant your favourite holidays were just weeks away.

yeosang was always the designated driver. that was something you had noticed about him over the last few years. to be honest, you weren't sure just how he coped with a screeching wooyoung, because you sure as hell weren't dealing very well with yunho and mingi who were playing a very intense game of rock paper scissors to decide who would be crashing on the couch in your apartment.

"i win!" mingi cheered, waving his hands excitedly. "you're on the couch, man."

yunho frowned, "damn."

you laughed, "it's okay, yunho. you can share the bed with me if you'd like."

"hey! that's not fair y/n! you said i could this time." wooyoung whined from the front seat.

"sorry, woo. you know i keep my promises, but you're going back to your apartment. remember?" you tried to reason.

wooyoung looked as though someone had switched a lightbulb on behind his eyes, "oh yeah! i forgot."

the four of you burst into laughter, mainly caused by the alcohol and partially because of wooyoung's realisation. and still, yeosang didn't crack a smile, hands just gripping the steering wheel tighter as his knuckles turned white.

soon, you arrived outside your apartment block, quickly stepping out the car after yunho. wooyoung wound his window down and you poked your head in, attempting to hug him goodbye.

"bye woo!" you said, giggling at your faltered farewell.

"good night y/n, thanks for the drinks!" he shouted, exclaiming a bit too loudly next to your ear.

"thanks for the lift as always, yeosang!" you yelled, pulling away from wooyoung's tight hug.

he nodded, "no problem." before putting the window up and driving away.

you pouted, turning around to face the two boys. "i just don't understand what i'm doing wrong." you buried your face into your hands, "why doesn't he like me?" you groaned.

"y/n." mingi began, "its nearly 1am, its way too late for this 'why does yeosang hate me?' crap." he shook your shoulders, literally trying to shake some sense into you.

"yeah, mingi's right. we've had this discussion a thousand times." yunho said grasping your wrist and pulling you up the stairs, stumbling along the way. (because lets be real, stairs are difficult enough as it is, let alone when drunk.) "now, let us into your apartment so we can eat your food and crash on your couch!" he joked, nudging mingi in a playful manner.

you reached into your pocket and fumbled around with they key for a moment before unlocking the door. the boys practically pushed you inside and made a beeline for the fridge.

"help yourselves! i'm going to shower." you called, dragging yourself to your bedroom.

once you'd finished showering you went back to the living room to check on yunho and mingi. not so much to your surprise, they had fallen asleep on your couch already, cuddled up into each other. it was cute, even picture worthy to show their sober selves. you reached for your phone which typically lived in your pocket, though you began to panic when it wasn't there. hurrying around the apartment, you searched every possible nook and cranny for your phone, but it was nowhere to be found. you collapsed onto your bed, snuggling into the soft sheets, too tired to worry about your phone anymore and content with the assumption that you'd left it in yeosang's car.

shortly, your heavy eyes fell shut and you began to sleep away the tequila.

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the next morning you awoke to mingi and yunho's deep, hungover voices, discussing their plans for the next week.

you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed and dawdled down the hallway.

"ah! there's our favourite karaoke partner!" yunho greeted, jokingly.

you laughed, "shh, don't let wooyoung hear you say that."

"she's right, man. he'd be so offended." mingi said, stretching out his sore limbs. "how are you feeling today, y/n?" he asked.

"not the worst hangover i've had. what about you guys? you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, until you feel better." you replied, knowing them well enough to know that they'd need at least a few painkillers and a good meal before they went home.

yunho chuckled, "i feel like crap, but nothing a sandwich and glass of water can't solve."

"i second that." mingi said, raising a hand.

"okay, well in that case, i'll go to the store and get something for breakfast. sound good?" you reasoned, running a hand through your hair. you loved these boys, and making them breakfast was just a nice way of showing you cared. drunk or not, they knew how to make you smile and laugh, which they loved to see.

"sounds amazing!" yunho said, breaking into a sincere smile.

you quickly changed out of your pyjamas and slipped some shoes on.

"i might be a bit longer, i need to stop by yeosang's. i think i left my phone in his car." you explained, picking your keys up from the kitchen counter. "see you guys soon! feel free to take a shower if you want." you said, waving goodbye and heading out the door.

"okay, bye y/n!" the boys called from behind you.

the first stop was yeosang's apartment, he only lived about ten minutes away with wooyoung and san, in the same building as jongho. both yunho and mingi lived on the other side of town, which is why they so often crashed at your place after parties. seonghwa and hongjoong were fortunate enough to live in a house, just outside town, they had actually been the hosts of last night's party.

it didn't take long to get there. you pushed open the lobby door and made your way over to the elevator, disappointed to see that it was out of order for maintenance. instead, you took the stairs and began spiralling upwards. less than a minute later you looked up, only to bump into the man you came looking for.

"oh, yeosang! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to." you quickly apologised, worried about creating another reason for him to dislike you.

"it's fine." he shrugged.

you both began to talk again at the same time, "ah, sorry, you go."

"i was just gonna say, you left your phone in my car. actually, i was about to bring it back." he pulled your phone from the pocket of his jacket, handing it to you. as he did, your fingers brushed against his. he spun around suddenly and began to walk away, "i'll see you around."

he had left before you even had a chance to thank him. slightly confused and frustrated, you turned back around and traipsed down the stairs.

you gathered what you needed for a hearty breakfast at the local convenience store before heading home and spending the rest of the day in the enjoyable company of yunho and mingi.

yeosang had entered back into his apartment and sat down on the couch.

"back already?" wooyoung asked, rummaging through the fridge.

"she was coming to get her phone and i ran into her on the staircase."

wooyoung sighed, "when are you gonna stop hating her?"

"i don't hate her." yeosang said, not looking up from his phone.

"then why do you act like you do?"

yeosang pretended to not hear that question and continued to scroll through his phone. see, he'd rather not dwell on things that he couldn't understand.

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to fill up your weekdays during your gap year, you had picked up a job at a hotel in town as a receptionist. to your dismay, your boss had asked you to work night shift all week, which is how you found yourself here on thursday night, sitting alert and waiting for the slight chance that someone might check in at this time of night. it was a pretty fancy hotel, and the job payed well enough, so really, you had nothing to complain about.

the nights seemed to drag on for an eternity. to keep yourself busy, you often wasted time counting the cars that drove past, or tried to count the number of crystals that hung from the chandelier. so far, only a few people had checked in during your shift, having come from overseas and recently arriving at the airport. honestly, whenever someone walked through the front door, lugging a suitcase behind them, you got excited as it gave you something to do.

the clock was creeping up to 4am and you let out a quiet yawn, feeling drowsy as your body clock hadn't yet adjusted to the change of sleeping patterns on such short notice. taking a sip of water, you shook your head, trying to stay awake. your head suddenly jolted up at the sound of the front door opening.

a man stumbled forward, and you'd seen enough zombie movies to become instantly paranoid. you quickly pushed the thought out of your head, feeling ridiculous for even considering it. but as the man got closer, you could smell the cheap, potent alcohol lingering on his body.

he leant against the desk, peering down at you. "i need a room for the night."  he grumbled. "my stupid wife kicked me out." he said under his breath.

you forced a friendly smile, despite feeling uneasy, "of course! i just need you to fill in this form with some simple details." you said, sliding across a clipboard and a pen.

he huffed, picking up the pen and scribbling onto the sheet of paper before pushing it back to you. "can i go now?"

"just a moment, sir." you replied, eyes skimming over the form as you copied the information into the computer in front of you.

the man was growing impatient, stepping from foot to foot with his arms crossed.

"uh, sir, you missed a part of the form. could you please provide your phone number here." you pointed to the empty space on the sheet.

"for fucks sake." he muttered, "i don't have my phone on me and i don't know my phone number." he said, annoyedly tapping on the desk.

"i'm really sorry, sir, but—"

"can't you just find me a fucking room?" he snapped, hands balled into fists and slamming against the desk, making you jump in fright.

before you had time to try and reason with him, he continued to shout.

"you're as stupid as my wife! i'll just find a different fucking hotel." he yelled, swiping the clipboard and pen off the desk. "useless bitch." he mumbled as he kicked over a chair on his way out.

you chewed your bottom lip, trying to fight back the tears. with shaky hands, you picked up your phone and dialled the first place that came to mind. after a few rings, the phone answered.

"woo?" you croaked, trying hard to not cry.

"he's asleep. this is yeosang." he replied, evidently having just woken up by the sound of his voice.

"oh." you began, instantly feeling guilty for waking him up, "i'm sorry i didn't mean to disturb you."

"did you need something?" he asked.

"i just, i was..." you let out a sob, wiping at a tear falling from your eye.

this didn't go unnoticed by yeosang, "are you crying? what are you doing awake right now anyway?"

"i'm at work." you managed to choke out.

"at 4am?"

"i'm on night shift."

"why are you crying then?" he asked, feeling something slightly tug at his heart, but choosing to ignore it.

you began to ramble, "a man came in and he was really drunk and complaining about his wife and then he yelled at me because i asked him to give his phone number and—"

"i'm on my way." yeosang cut you off.

"what?"

"i'll be there in ten." with that, he hung up the phone.

exactly ten minutes later, you were sat in the passenger seat of yeosang's car. he was dressed in sweats, clearly having come straight from bed. you'd left a note on the desk, explaining to your coworker why you wouldn't be there when she arrived to take over your shift. a silence filled the car, and you felt the need to talk, but chose not to, worried about giving yeosang another reason to hate you.

once you arrived outside your apartment building, you were surprised that yeosang got out the car too and trailed closely behind you up the stairs to your apartment. when you reached the door you spun around to face him.

"thank you for bringing me home." you said, voice quiet and still rather shaken up.

"it's no problem. good night, y/n." he replied, sensing that you were still upset. he suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around you tightly and not let go until you stopped crying. he wanted to protect you from every drunk idiot on the planet. he wanted to make you feel safe.

but instead, he watched as you closed the door behind you and locked it from inside.

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you arrived at work the next morning, instantly feeling more comfortable with cleaners, employees and people coming and going. immediately, you headed for your boss's office.

"good morning, sir. i just wanted to come and apologise for leaving my shift early last night. i can assure you it won't happen again." you said, feeling nervous as to what your boss might say.

he shook his head, "i should be the one apologising, a man came in this morning and spoke very sternly about the safety problems here. i realise now how stupid it was of me to make you work night shift, alone, at such a young age. we've hired security guards and have also made sure that two people will be on desk at all times. i'm sorry that you had to deal with that."

you were at a loss for words, you didn't think that there would be such drastic changes just from the once incident. "thank you so much." you replied.

"for now, take the rest of the day off. you'll only be working day shifts for next week and can return to doing night shifts whenever you feel ready to do so." your boss said, motioning for the door.

the rest of the day you spent in deep sleep, catching up on some much overdue rest.

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weeks passed and you found that work was much more enjoyable. you still hadn't returned to working night shifts, but at least now you had someone to run the front desk with you and keep you company.

this weekend, you were going to visit hongjoong and seonghwa. hongjoong was sick and so you decided to go help out since seonghwa couldn't always be there to look after him.

you knocked on their front door and was surprised to be greeted by san.

"good afternoon! come in." he gave you a hug before ushering you inside.

"what are you doing here?" you said, following him down the hall.

in the living room, you saw all eight of the boys gathered around a couch-ridden hongjoong.

"jongho was already here when me, yeosang and woo arrived." san explained.

"yeah, and then mingi and yunho turned up." wooyoung continued.

"y/n! i have never been more glad to see you! you gotta save me from them." hongjoong laughed, arms open, signalling for a hug.

you went over and embraced him in a hug, "good thing i brought an excessive amount of cookies." you said, placing the box of cookies on the coffee table next to the couch. the table was covered in empty mugs and bowls, you could tell seonghwa had been busy and hadn't had the chance to clean up. you opened up the box and handed him a cookie before offering them around to the rest of the boys.

"you're the best cook ever." mingi said, taking a big bite.

"i made you spaghetti last night!" yunho countered, feeling offended that his roommate didn't think he was the better cook. mingi just laughed and took another bite.

"jongho get off the counter, please." seonghwa said, coming through the front door. "don't be so comfortable, you were throwing up in my toilet like a month ago." he joked.

yeosang glanced your way, his eyebrows furrowed like he was contemplating something.

"lets head off and give these two some space." yunho said, dragging mingi behind him.

wooyoung stood up, "yeah, lets get going."

yeosang pulled his keys from his pocket, "okay, bye guys." he said, heading down the hallway.

"can we get some food on the way home?" you heard san call as they left.

"bye hongjoong! i hope you're feeling better soon." jongho said, "bye seonghwa, i promise i won't throw up in your toilet any time soon." he joked, leaving through the front door.

"seonghwa, how are you? don't forget to take some time for yourself as well." you frowned.

"i'm tired, but i'll be okay. i just gotta clean up and—"

"why don't you go rest a while? i can keep hongjoong company for a few hours." you reasoned, wanting to help as much as possible. there was nothing you hated more than seeing you friends in distress and upset.

he looked between hongjoong and yourself, "i couldn't."

hongjoong let out an audible huff, "hwa! will you just let her help please, she clearly wants to."

you grinned, "exactly, now go read or sleep or watch some tv or something." you said, gently pushing him towards their shared bedroom.

you spent the afternoon tidying up and talking with hongjoong. you managed to do all the dishes and put them away before scouring their kitchen, deciding on what you could use for dinner. you found everything you needed for a decent meal and began cooking it up. hongjoong had dozed off mid conversation, surrounded in a pile of tissues, you chose to let him sleep so he would recover quicker.

about an hour later, you placed two steamy hot meals onto their dining table next to two full glasses of water. you quietly knocked on their bedroom door, finding seonghwa asleep amongst the covers.

you gently shook him awake, "hwa, i made dinner for you guys. you can wake joong up, i'll head off now." you said with a smile.

leaving the two of them to enjoy their dinner, you headed home and cooked yourself something to eat. it was nice having some time to yourself, but saturday nights were becoming more and more empty as winter grew closer. december was only days away and the year would soon come to an end. you reached for the phone, suddenly desperately missing your friends despite only seeing them hours ago.

"hey woo, are you free next weekend?" you asked.

he paused a moment, "i think so, why?"

"you wanna go out with the others? it's been a while since we have all caught up for drinks."

"count me in!" wooyoung cheered.

you called everyone else up and they all agreed, even hongjoong promised to come if he was feeling better.

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you found yourself surrounded by wooyoung, san, yunho and mingi as the music blared. it was a less popular club on the far side of town but it was a comfortable place for you all. you often came here for drinks and the staff members knew you, quite well, a little too well. san grabbed your hand and spun you around a few times with the music.

you laughed, leaning against him, "maybe spinning around isn't the best idea right after two shots of vodka."

"what?" san yelled into your ear, struggling to hear you over the music.

you laughed louder, pulling him closer to you, "i said, spinning is not a good idea after drinking vodka!"

"oh!" he joined you in laughing before trying to twirl you around once more.

hongjoong and seonghwa sat at the bar, holding hands and being intimate as always. yeosang was sat next to jongho at a booth, quietly talking with him, but from the corner of your eye, you saw jongho stand up and walk away. your eyes watched him worriedly and you couldn't help but run after him. you followed him as best you could, stumbling every now and then. he'd gone to the bathroom so you patiently waited outside until he came back, looking slightly pale.

you practically leapt at him, doing a quick scan to make sure he was okay, "jongho? are you alright?"

he smiled at your overwhelming concern, "yeah, i just drank too much as usual. i'll be alright, you can go back to dancing."

"let me just get you some water first. i'll be right back okay?" you patted his shoulder. "don't go anywhere i'll be back in a second."

you made your way back to where jongho had been sitting with yeosang. as you approached, yeosang eyed you up and down, taking in your drunken state, though, it wasn't the first time he'd seen you this way. you nearly tripped as you reached the table, struggling to walk in heels.

"i need a glass of water, do you have a glass of water? jongho needs a glass of water." you mumbled to yourself, reaching for the jug in the center of the table.

"are you okay?" yeosang asked, quickly pushing your hand away from the jug.

"i'm okay, but jongho needs water. can i take this cup? he's waiting for me, i told him not to go anywhere, i need to get back to jongho—" you tried to pick up a glass but yeosang pressed your hand back down once more.

"i'll take it to him, you stay here." he said, filling the cup full with water and heading towards the bathrooms.

your brain suddenly felt fuzzy and your eyes became blurry, it was like the alcohol hit your system all at once. your head spun round and round and you leaned forward, resting your hands on your head. you'd never felt this sick from drinking, maybe you'd had too much too quickly, maybe it was the spinning. there was no way to tell, all you knew was that you felt like you were about to fall from the top of a very high roller coaster.

your eyes felt increasingly heavy, you allowed them to slip shut, head falling to the table with a not so gentle thud.

"y/n?" someone shook you, "y/n wake up!" it was wooyoung.

"shit, is she okay? should we call an ambulance?" jongho said, reaching for his phone.

"is she breathing? has anyone checked?" seonghwa gently lifted your shoulders and sat you upright, relieved to see the rise and fall of your chest. "we should call a taxi and get her home."

"are you crazy? she's unconscious, she won't be able to get up the stairs to her apartment! what if the driver is dodgy? she's already had to deal with shitty men while working night shift, imagine if something happened while she's drunk!" yeosang blurted out. the boys were shocked over his sudden concern for you. yeosang had never once shown any interest or care for you in the presence of them.

"well, what should we do then?" mingi asked, worriedly running a hand through his hair.

"i'll take her, you've all been drinking." yeosang concluded. "she'll be fine, don't worry. enjoy the rest of your night, okay? i've dealt with woo passing out before remember?"

"that's true." san said, throwing a light hearted glare in wooyoung's direction, who showed a rather sheepish expression.

the boys went back to their drinks, taking it a little slower now and yeosang carried you to his car. it wasn't easy, but he managed to sit you upright in the back seat of his car with his rear view mirror aimed directly at you so he could make sure you were okay.

he was able to lift you up the stairs and get your house key from the pocket of your jacket, which would've looked questionable to anyone else, but he had the best intentions. he sat you down in a dining chair, watching as your head lolled forward and your body slumped. he quickly filled a glass of water and came back to you.

"y/n." he whispered, resting a hand on your shoulder. "y/n." he said again, louder this time.

the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but you weren't waking up and that was becoming concerning. he shook your shoulder, as gently as he possible could in a moment like this, and to his relief, your eyes hesitantly opened.

your head felt like a bowling ball and you groaned quietly. "yeosang?"

"here." he said holding the cup to your lips, allowing you to take a small sip.

"how did we get here?" you mumbled, head rolling to the side.

he caught your head and carefully pushed you back upright, "i drove you, this is your apartment."

"oh." you said, eyes drooping shut again. "oh." you repeated.

"y/n, i really need you to stay awake right now." he said, bringing the cup to your mouth again. "lets talk."

"we never talk!" you exclaimed. "this is the longest conversation we've ever had!"

"i know." he said, pulling up a chair to sit directly in front of you. yeosang felt that slight tug at his heart again tonight, the way you sounded so excited just to talk with him.

"no, no, no." you whined, "this is so bad!"

"what is it?"

you pouted before nervously biting your lip, "i'm really sorry."

"for what?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair.

"for ruining your night and making you stay here with me! now you just have another reason to hate me." you sighed, letting your head fall into your hands.

"i could never hate you." he said, voice barely above a whisper.

but you had fallen back asleep, so yeosang sat you upright once more and monitored you closely all night. with every minute that passed, he wished more and more that it was easier for him to show his emotions, to you especially. he wondered if maybe he wasn't so closed off that things would be different between the two of you. but it was hard for him, to let people in, he was afraid. afraid of people judging the real him, afraid of what might happen if he lets himself become vulnerable, afraid of facing his feelings about you.

you awoke hours later with a raging headache and extreme nausea. you headed straight for the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, feeling the sickest you'd ever felt. yeosang waited patiently outside the bathroom door with a glass of water and painkillers.

when you came out, he held his hand out, "take this."

you looked down at his hand and then up at him, slightly confused, "what are you doing here?"

"you passed out last night, and i drove you home because everyone else had been drinking." he said, passing the glass of water.

"oh my god." you ran a hand through your hair, "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to be any trouble! you must of been here all night, i promise it won't happen again, that was so stupid of me—"

"it's fine, don't worry about it." he said, shrugging, "i'll get going now, but make sure you take it easy and drink enough water." his eyes carefully scanned your body one last time, making sure you were really okay. he headed for the door and you followed.

"i'm really sorry." you frowned, feeling as though no amount of apologies would make it up to him.

he let out a slight chuckle, "it's okay, seriously y/n." he said before leaving. you heard the all too familiar jingle of his keys as the door closed behind him.

he'd stayed with you all night, eyes watching over you closely. ready at your side whenever you stirred in your sleep. he'd been there in the morning prepared with water and painkillers. this was never how it was, usually this was your job, taking care of the boys. it was your way of showing you cared, helping out wherever possible.

this wasn't like yeosang. at all.

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as soon as yeosang got home he was greeted by a very concerned san and wooyoung.

"is she okay?"

"are you tired?"

"did she wake up?"

he was bombarded by questions.

"she's okay, she fell asleep after a while and i made her take some painkillers when she woke up." yeosang said, collapsing onto the couch.

"so you really don't hate her then." wooyoung thought aloud.

"he can't, he spent the whole night looking after her!" san said, hitting wooyoung like it was obvious.

"owww," wooyoung rubbed his arm, "even she thinks you don't like her!"

"i know, she said last night. but she probably won't remember saying that." yeosang said, feeling increasingly drowsy from his lack of sleep.

"maybe you guys should like, talk things out?" san suggested, taking a seat next to him.

"maybe." yeosang said, drifting off into sleep.

you had spent the day curled up in bed, wondering how you could make it up to yeosang, and there was nothing more you wanted than to get to know him better, but what would he want? you called up san on that thought.

"hey sannie," you said, "i need your help, actually, is woo there as well?"

"oh my god she's alive!" you heard wooyoung call from beside san.

"what do you need help with?" san asked.

you paused a moment, "is yeosang there?"

"well yes, but he's asleep."

you groaned, "i feel so bad that he stayed up all night looking after me. i really wanna make it up to him but i don't know how. plus, it's not like he's that fond of me. maybe i should just thank him by staying out of his space."

"i don't think he'd like that." wooyoung interjected. "i still think he just needs time before opening up to you."

"i think its just me." you sighed, worriedly chewing on your bottom lip.

"hey! don't be like that! there's no reason to not like you." san scolded you for down talking yourself as he always does.

"agreed." wooyoung said, chiming in.

"i'm sure i'll work something out. thanks guys! enjoy the rest of your day!" you said.

"good luck!"

"bye y/n!"

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you had been staring at your phone for at least an hour, typing and retyping the message to yeosang. wooyoung gave you his number so that you could contact him when you'd finally worked out how to make it up to him. in the end, you decided that you would let him decide.

you drew in a sharp breath and squeezed your eyes tightly shut as you pressed send.

you: hey yeosang, i still feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you !!

yeosang: did wooyoung give you my number? T~T

you: yes he did.. i hope thats okay !

yeosang: of course yeosang: how about you make it up to me over a cup of coffee? >.<

you: that sounds great !! you: when are you free ?

yeosang: does tomorrow morning work for you ? i can pick you up ^_^

you: of course ! i'll see you tomorrow :)

yeosang sat in his room, facepalming. why was it so easy to be more open over text?

you on the other hand, felt your heart swell in a bizarre way. maybe it was the way you hadn't expected him to use such cute little emoticons. maybe it was the way that you'd be able to have a full conversation with him. whatever it was, excitement had taken over you.

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a knock pounded at your door and you rushed to open it.

"ready to go?" he asked, leaning against the door frame coolly.

"yes, lets go!" you said, sounding a little too excited.

the two of you made your way down the stairs and into yeosang's car. you found yourself smiling as you looked out the window.

your excitement hadn't gone unnoticed, "you seem awfully excited."

"i really wanted to make it up to you," you beamed. "it must've been boring to watch over me all night."

"i didn't mind so much." he said, shrugging.

you frowned, "you shouldn't of done it."

"and leave you passed out in the club?" he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

"well..."

"exactly." he said, parking the car outside a small cafe nearby his apartment. "come on, lets go inside."

you followed him in and took a seat across from him at a table close to the window. you both ordered coffees and resumed conversation.

"so, where were we?" you smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"talking about how you wanted me to leave you passed out in the club." he said. you were almost convinced you saw a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

"right. i'm so sorry about that."

this time he actually chuckled, and you were taken aback. it was like the wall yeosang had surrounding himself was crumbling before your eyes.

"you need to apologise less." he laughed, bringing his coffee cup to his mouth for a sip. "half of the time we talk its just you saying sorry to me."

"i'm so—"

"hey!" the two of you broke into laughter.

his laugh was loud but warm and you couldn't help but notice the way his nose scrunched up cutely, the way his eyes looked full of stars and the way he brushed his hair out of his eyes after, revealing his beautiful birthmark. from that point on, you wanted to be the one to make him laugh every day.

he felt that familiar tug at his heart, the one he'd been feeling every moment he spent alone with you. the one he felt when he first met you. the one he couldn't make any sense of. it was as though his heart was a violin and you were the one playing it. (which would explain the tugging feeling.) but you were playing the sweetest song and he never wanted it to end.

the two of you laughed the morning away, gradually making up for what you'd missed over two years in a matter of two hours.

you'd discovered that even after getting him to open up more, he wasn't one for words. you found yourself talking his ear off while he listened intently, occasionally sharing his opinions and stories. in all his honesty, he didn't mind listening to you talk. he could've sat there all day, drinking countless cups of coffee, watching the way you bit your bottom lip whenever you paused to think or the way your eyes filled with sparkles when you talked about something that made you happy.

you insisted on paying for the infinite cups of coffee, as it was your way of making it up to him. he reluctantly agreed, but promised that he would pay if there ever was a next time, which he secretly hoped there would be. he'd finally had the chance to let his walls down. (it was actually more like you'd climbed the walls and torn them down with your bare hands.) but he was thankful for it.

he drove you back to your apartment, even after you persisted on walking home, seeing as it wasn't that far. he refused, insisting that he drive you. he even followed you up the stairs to the door of your apartment.

you turned around to face him, "you know, you're not so bad when you actually wanna talk to me."

"you know, you're not so bad when you're not drunk." he countered, his lips breaking into a playful grin.

you glared jokingly, "hey! don't make me apologise again."

"okay, okay. i won't." he said, raising his hands in defence.

you smiled, resting against the door, "alright, well, i've really enjoyed hanging out with you today. maybe we should catch up more often."

"maybe we should." he said, bearing a coy smile, "bye, y/n. i'll see you around."

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it was only about a week later he showed up at your work, at the end of your shift. you were pleasantly surprised to see him, and at first thought he was just someone coming to book a room.

"hello, are you looking for a r— yeosang?"

"when do you get off work?" he asked, glancing over to the clock.

"five minutes."

"i'll be waiting in the car, okay?" he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

on his way out, you saw as he ran into your boss, the two of them beginning conversation.

"it's good to see you've made those security changes." yeosang said as he nodded, extending his arm for a friendly handshake. "i'm very thankful."

your boss shook his hand, "and i'm thankful that you suggested them."

just over five minutes later you got into the passenger seat of yeosang's car.

"it was you who told my boss about the safety problems." you said, in near disbelief.

"hello, to you too." he joked sarcastically. "well, i would hate to think that the situation could happen again, so i just suggested some possible improvements. thats all." he shrugged like it was nothing.

"suddenly, i feel the need to make it up to you again." you smiled shyly.

"you can do that by accompanying me to the skate park." he said, motioning to his skateboard on the back seat.

"ah, so thats why you came."

"well yeah, i wanted to bring you to the skate park."

your heart swelled once again, feeling joyed that he wanted to share one of his favourite places with you. (despite him never telling you directly, you knew he loved the skate park as he spent majority of his high school time there when he wasn't studying.)

when you arrived, the sun was beginning to slip behind the horizon, causing the sky to glow a rosy pink. there were still a few kids, probably high schoolers, hanging around the park. you took a seat at a bench and waited for yeosang to come over, who was getting his skateboard out the car. you felt oddly out of place since you were still in your neat work uniform and didn't know the first thing about skateboarding.

yeosang rolled over with a grin plastered onto his face, you'd never seen him so happy, and it made you happy to see him this way. it was strange how all it took was a few cups of coffee for him to become a completely different person around you.

he didn't need to ask you to watch as your eyes were already glued to him as he dropped into the bowl, showing countless tricks and flips.

the truth was in fact that yeosang was grateful for you 'making it up to him'. he'd never been able to comprehend his feelings for you, if they were even feelings at all. he hated the confusion and decided it was easier to ignore it, and to an extent, ignore you, to make it go away. it had been working for the most part, until every time the two of you were alone together, he couldn't ignore the slight tug at his heart, that was becoming more of a pull over the last few weeks.

"you're amazing!" you cheered as he sat down next to you, out of breath.

"thanks." he smiled shyly, running a hand through his hair and out of his face. he leaned back, looking up at the sky. "do you sometimes wish you could see the stars from within the city? hongjoong and seonghwa are so lucky they can see them from their house."

you pondered a moment, thinking about the last time you actually saw stars in the sky. "i see stars in your eyes sometimes." you said, absent minded.

he felt warmth burning in his cheeks, "you do?"

"do what?" you turned to him, "did i say that out loud?" you gasped, covering your face in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that it was just a thought and—"

"what did i say about apologising?" he laughed. "it's getting cold, right? you ready to head home?" he asked.

you smiled, "if you are."

he drove you home and said goodbye, feeling happy about spending time alone with you once again. he couldn't stop thinking about what you said and you couldn't stop feeling like a fool for saying it.

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the weather got colder and colder and soon it began to snow as the days of december passed. you had spent the day helping jongho move some new furniture into his apartment. it was a difficult job, but easier with the two of you, even san and wooyoung came to help. you couldn't resist wondering where yeosang was and why he didn't come, seeing as they lived in the same building. maybe he was busy, you thought.

"hey, where's yeosang?" you asked, lifting a box and placing it on the kitchen counter.

"at home, i think he's been feeling sick or something, he hardly comes out of his room lately." wooyoung shrugged, assuming it was all good.

"if he's sick i'll bring him over some food and painkillers, maybe keep him some company." you explained, not wanting yeosang to be unwell.

"i think he'd rather be left alone, to be honest." san said, giving wooyoung a side glance that you couldn't miss.

you pulled out your phone and sent yeosang a quick message.

you: are you feeling okay? san and woo said you were sick :((

he didn't respond right away and you just figured he was asleep. but as you finished helping out at jongho's house a few hours later, he still hadn't responded. when you were sitting down to eat dinner at home, he still hadn't respond. just before you were going to turn the lights out and go to bed, he still hadn't responded.

something was up. this wasn't like yeosang, not anymore. not since the two of you had been spending so much time together. maybe it was like the boys said, and he was truly very sick, but in that case, why wouldn't they let you help?

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days passed and you went to work as usual, repeating the same few lines, asking people if they want a room, asking them to fill in a form, then directing them to the right room. days passed and you still hadn't heard back from yeosang, you wondered if he was still sick. days passed and you began to think maybe you should go over there to see if he's okay.

but if there was one thing you'd learnt about yeosang recently, it was that he was the quieter type, and probably wouldn't appreciate you going over there to keep him company and would rather be alone. so that evening when you got off work, you didn't go visit him like you so desperately wanted to, instead, you went straight home.

you cooked and ate dinner for yourself, before picking up your phone, only to see still no messages from yeosang.

you: hey woo you: is yeosang feeling better ?

wooyoung: yeah he is

you: well then can i come visit tomorrow ?

wooyoung: i think he's busy wooyoung: sorry

you: its okay woo you: its not your fault !!

you switched your phone off and headed for the shower, trying to wash away the stress and worry for yeosang that had built up over the last few weeks. you had really grown to like him and there was still so much about him you wanted to learn, like when he learned to skateboard or how he got the small scar on the back of his hand, that you'd noticed when ever he brushes his hair out of his eyes.

two years he'd spent, not interested in holding conversation with you and two years you'd spent, wondering what you'd did so wrong. but lately, you felt like you were doing something right around him, getting him to smile and laugh, share his own stories.

you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he still didn't like you, and had just been trying for wooyoung's sake.

or maybe he was genuinely starting to like you, but you went and fucked it up by weirding him out and telling him about his starry eyes.

or maybe he'd just had enough of you already. decided that a few weeks was enough time spent trying to change things between the two of you.

as you finished showering and changed into comfortable clothes, you glanced at the clock which read 10:56pm. you switched on the television to watch some youtube before going to bed. as you felt yourself dozing off, a faint knock sounded at your door, so quiet you almost missed it.

when you opened the door, you were shocked to see yeosang standing there, leaning against the door frame for support. he looked up at you, his normally starry eyes were dulled with tears.

you rushed forward to him, smelling the alcohol as you got closer, "yeosang are you okay? what are you doing here? i thought you were sick. are you drunk? you never drink, come inside." you gently pulled him inside, closing the door behind you. when you turned to face him, he was staring at you, tears about to spill over the brim of his eyes.

"i hate you." he breathed out, voice barely louder than a whisper. he didn't seem angry though, he looked fragile, like a glass vase balancing on the edge of a table.

you felt the urge to cry, finally hearing those three words that confirmed your biggest concern, yeosang disliking you. "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i never meant to—"

"i hate you." he said, louder this time before running a hand through his hair hastily. he let out a frustrated groan, dragging his hands down his face. "i hate the tugging feeling in my heart whenever we're alone. i hate the way you put yourself before others. i hate the way you ramble on when you're nervous. i hate the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. i hate the way i don't drink around you because i feel the need to protect you and make sure you're safe. i hate the way i tried to ignore you for two years because i was scared and confused about my own feelings. i hate how it only took one cup of coffee with you for my walls to come crashing down!" he paced from side to side, waving his hands around crazily.

yeosang looked scared and lost, like he'd never felt this way about anyone before, and that was the truth. he didn't know how to comprehend these feelings and it terrified him.

you watched as he spiralled, seeming as though it would never stop. you weren't sure what to do, so you just listened to that swelling feeling in your heart once again, the one that had led you to develop feelings for yeosang, and you pulled him close into your arms. he clung onto you tightly, scared to let go, like if he did then he'd lose you forever. you ran your fingers through his hair briefly, trying your best to comfort him.

"i'm sorry." you repeatedly whispered to him. you'd never meant to upset him or confuse him.

yeosang let out a quiet sob into your chest, "i hate the way i've fallen in love with you." he croaked out.

he didn't hate you. never did. never will. your heart swelled completely in your chest, feeling as though it would burst through. but it couldn't be true. he's totally drunk out of his mind.

"you're not in your right mind, yeosang, you need to get home. you're drunk and talking nonsense." you embraced him tightly one more time, and you could've sworn you felt the beat of his heart through the hug. "come on," you urged, steering him towards the door, "wooyoung and san are probably worried and waiting up for you."

with much effort, you led him down the stairs of your apartment block and walked him home. the street lamps led you in the freezing city night air. you held his wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs to his own apartment. he didn't speak a single word the whole time, instead, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. it hurt you so much to see him this broken, but you knew he wasn't saying the truth under control of the alcohol in his veins.

you knocked at his apartment door, hoping that one of the boys were still awake. luckily, they both were and quickly they flung the door open.

"y/n? yeosang?" san questioned, his eyes wide open with disbelief.

"we've been so worried about you!" wooyoung said, pulling yeosang away from you. "hang on, are you drunk?"

san had noticed his tired, tear stained eyes, "you look like you've been crying! are you okay?"

you let out a quiet sigh, knowing you didn't need to be here anymore. you gave a small wave goodbye and headed home, utterly exhausted.

and though you were so drained, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. those words yeosang said to you kept running through your mind busily.

did he mean any of it?

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yeosang felt bad. he felt terrible. like he wanted to vanish into thin air and float away with the breeze. though he couldn't, no, he desperately wanted to apologise to you. but he didn't know how, he wasn't good with words or expressing his feelings, and you wished he knew that was something you loved about him.

wooyoung and san tried to ask him what happened the night he drunkenly confessed to you, but he couldn't have them know that he'd been harbouring feelings for you for all this time, they'd never let him live it down. he could imagine the continuous teasing they'd give him, nudging him whenever you were together or giving him side glances after talking to you.

yeosang gave it lots of thought. he mulled it over in his head repeatedly. it was only after hours spent hidden away in his room that he decided to go back to where it all started, a text. a text that said how much he wanted to make it up to you for having to deal with him drunk, just like the one you'd sent initially.

yeosang: hey y/n, i feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you! T^T

your heart leapt a mile seeing his name appear on your phone. you grinned upon reading his message, realising it was scarily similar to the message you had first sent him.

you: hmmm you: that sounds familiar

yeosang: >.< yeosang: seriously though, how does dinner at my place tomorrow night sound? i'll cook

you: you can cook?

yeosang: there's a lot you don't know about me x_x

you: okay, i'll be there !!

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yeosang wasn't lying when he said he can cook. as you traipsed up the stairs of his apartment block you could smell something delicious laced in the air.

the usual swelling in your heart had instead fell to the pit of your stomach, you were feeling slightly nervous as to what would happen when you entered yeosang's apartment. you inhaled deeply before knocking at the door of his apartment.

"hey y/n, come in." yeosang greeted, holding an arm out, signalling for you to come inside.

"you must've been working hard cooking! it smells delicious." you said, feeling a sense of comfort just from the smell of food.

"yeah, lucky i sent wooyoung and san over to jongho's place, otherwise i doubt there would be any pasta to serve." he joked. "you can take a seat, i've just gotta serve up."

you sat down in front of a neatly laid table, it had somewhat surprised you how much effort yeosang had put into this dinner tonight. he placed a steamy hot plate of pasta in front of you and one where he would sit.

"so." he began.

"so." you copied, teasingly.

"i guess, i really just wanted to say i'm sorry for how i behaved the other night when i was drunk. you shouldn't of had to deal with that." he frowned, poking at his dinner.

you furrowed your brows, "it's seriously fine yeosang." you took a bite of pasta, "i was just surprised to see you drunk, since you never drink."

he chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, "actually, i do. i just never drink when you're there."

"really? why?" you questioned, eating another mouthful of pasta.

"because..." he paused. "no, it sounds dumb out loud."

"it's okay, you don't have to explain yourself." you smiled warmly, "but that does remind me to ask... do you remember anything you said to me while you were drunk?" you leant forward, genuinely curious.

he sighed, "i remember.. enough."

"you don't really hate me, right?" you asked, playing with the food on your plate.

"of course not! that's why i invited you here tonight. to show you that i don't, and to make it up to you." he had to refrain from reaching across to hold your hand, just to show how much he cared that little bit more.

you nodded, "well, thats good. i was kinda worried that we'd gone back to square one."

comfort settled within you. it was relieving to know you weren't hated by the one person whose love you wanted most. a tiny thought crept into your mind, maybe, just maybe, now would be the right time to tell him about your blossoming feelings for him. or would that confuse him more? now you were the one feeling conflicted.

"are you finished eating?" he asked, reaching for your empty plate.

"yes, thank you! it was delicious. you're a good cook, y'know."

"ah, thanks y/n." he turned away to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"would you like me to do the dishes? since you cooked." you offered, standing up. but he quickly opposed.

"don't be ridiculous." he shooed you back to your seat. "can i get you a coffee? water? wine?"

"a coffee sounds good, i think you and i have had too many drunken situations lately." you laughed.

yeosang pulled out two mugs and put the kettle on. he felt your eyes carefully watching him. once again, he hated the feeling that was pulling at his heart. the way you could say nothing, yet he felt everything.

"can i tell you something?" you asked, voice now quieter and more hesitant.

"sure, what is it?" he said, placing a warm cup of coffee in front of you.

you took a sip, humming in delight. it was exactly the way you liked it. when the two of you went out for coffee, he had unintentionally remembered just the way you like it.

"well," you began cautiously, in case you brought this situation into flames again. "i just... i always wondered why you didn't like me. if i was doing something wrong, if i said something once that really upset you. and then after we started spending time together, i finally felt like i was doing the right thing." you groaned, frustrated with yourself for not getting to the point quicker. "what i'm trying to say is that i have feelings for you. it's okay if you don't feel the same way. i wouldn't expect you to, i just thought you should know—"

yeosang basically choked on his coffee, eyes widening in shock. "it's okay, y/n! in case you hadn't noticed, i'm crazy about you."

you had continued to ramble nervously before hearing what he said.

"wait. you are?"

"basically ever since you said that thing about stars in my eyes, yes."

you cringed, remembering how you had said that so absent minded. "yeah, sorry about that."

"it's okay, it was cute. and what did i say about apologising?"

you shook your head and smiled, "i know."

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ever since the two of you confessed to each other, you had been almost inseparable, except of course when you had work. but he dropped you home most nights, even though you insisted it was okay and that you could walk. he came over every weekend just to spend time with you, even if the two of you just sat and talked, enjoying each other's company. you'd been dating for a few weeks now, but kept it undercover, not wanting to suffer the incessant questioning that would come if you told your friends.

it didn't go unnoticed either, wooyoung and san were constantly nagging yeosang about why the two of you spent so much time together, and each time he just shrugged it off.

christmas was just around the corner, so you were spending the evening at seonghwa's and hongjoong's house, who of course, were throwing an unnecessarily large house party to celebrate.

you were sat between a very drunk yunho and mingi, who were trying to talk to an also very drunk jongho. you eyed your boyfriend from across the room, as if asking for a way out and he just laughed at the situation you were stuck in.

after at least ten minutes more of having your ear talked off, yeosang came to pull you away to the dance floor.

"care to dance?" he asked, extending his hand to you.

you immediately jumped up, latching onto his hand, "i would love to!"

he chuckled, pulling you close to his side and leading you to the makeshift dance floor that seonghwa and hongjoong created.

the two of you laughed at the boys' reaction. they were completely shocked to see the two of you so close together and yeosang being friendly.

he twirled you around a few times with the music, before settling his arms around your waist. he brought you near to him as you placed your arms behind his neck. you swayed back and forth, engulfed in your own little bubble of comfort in each other's arms, completely out of time with the loud thumping music that blared around you.

you felt content, and yeosang no longer felt confused. he found his home in your arms and his happiness.

you reached up to place your lips on his, capturing the moment surrounding you. yeosang melted into the kiss, discovering that your lips were soft and sweet against his, just as he had imagined, which caused his knees to feel weak and his heart to skip more than just one beat. he never wanted to let you go, he wanted to compensate for every second that he didn't spend with you since the two of you met.

he leaned forward and whispered softly, just so you could hear above all the music and singing, "lets stay like this forever."

[nct-lian]

nct 127’s relation to lian

TAEIL + LIAN: IL-LI

taeil used to wake her up for school when she was still a teenager :((

such a soft but overlooked duo

will appreciate each other forever and ever

lian teaches him roasts in english that he can say to johnny

remain each other’s hype man and woman

taeil was the first to suggest he and the other nct members react to the trailers of her dramas on video so they can boost them in popularity

promotes the HELL out of lian’s solo career over twitter

lian loves coming up behind him and just giving him hugs because he’s soft (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

they watch movies together a lot! but taeil has to come down to the fifth floor because lian hates it up on the tenth one

he was once able to grab her hand in an airport and they held hands the entire time :(( a few pictures went a little viral

they share hoodies NSHDHSHCJA

lian keeps bugging him to get an instagram

taeil will ALWAYS take her side in silly arguments she and the other members have sometimes

he makes fun of her height because she’s shorter than him-

he also used to help her with her homework :(

cried when lian went on her first date

“my child is growing up (´∩｀。)”

had to do a background check on the guy before he even allowed him to come in contact with her again, though

JOHNNY + LIAN: JOANN

johnny is her dad, period

no questions asked he is her father

will give her piggyback rides all the time

he was once woken up by her jumping on his bed and asking if they could go shopping

at 6:00 am

he actually got up, got ready and took her shopping but since it was so early, the stores were all closed

he took her out for japanese fluffy pancakes, though!

whenever lian is sick, johnny makes her his mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup recipe :((

speaking of johnny’s mom, she loves lian to death and always asks johnny if he’s taking good care of her

if they’re not being asked any questions or having to translate anything during interviews, they always whisper jokes in each other’s ears to try and make the other one laugh

because of how lian dies during the trailer of her new drama, johnny cried in front of twenty-two other men while they reacted to it

he was NOT embarrassed

“how are you guys not crying? this is so sad. what a cruel world we live in ໒( ˵ •̀ □ •́ ˵ )७”

kept screaming at lian’s “dream of you” performance video

“WHY ARE YOU ON THE GROUND DANCING LIKE THAT?!” “JISUNG COVER YOUR EYES-“

he once effortlessly picked up lian and moved her somewhere else because she wasn’t standing where she was supposed to be

everyone says that their ship name is something a white, suburban mom would be named. now nctzens pronounce joann like “joanne” ･x･

it was said on the zach sang show that johnny used to measure her height every month to see if she grows or not, and that’s the only reason why he has her height memorized

TAEYONG + LIAN: LIYONG

has lost lian in so many airports it’s not even funny

“hyung, what happened to lian?” “oh, you have GOT to be kidding me-“

whenever he doesn’t see her he goes into panic mode and starts asking if anyone has seen his little sister

“about this tall with really shiny hair? her cheekbones are insane, i swear. OH OH OH SHE WAS WEARING JOHNNY’S HOODIE- you don’t know what johnny’s hoodie looks like.. okay, well thank you for your help.”

one of the first members that she was comfortable with

lian said that he was her role model :’(

as the leader, he’s always taking care of her and will not sleep until he knows for sure she’s eaten

because of how lian never participated in any of nct’s first bit of promotions due to being too uncomfortable around them, she was allowed to skip out on the viewings of their relay video letters

but she was still required to make one for somebody and that somebody was taeyong ˵ ຈ ︿ ຈ ˵

she said that she was glad he was her leader and that she hoped to become closer one day

he cried

declares that he will take care of lian till the day he dies

taeyong had yelled at lian’s former manager until he voluntarily quit working for her- he had found out that lian was being overworked to the point where she collapsed during their dance practice and he wasn’t okay with it

always cheering her on backstage when she performs solo

he always tries to include her in guiding the members for their dances because he knows how happy it makes her

instead of having her carry her glasses around with her, he does it instead :D

“nana, do you have to wear your glasses now?”

taeyong tucks her into bed every night he can ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ

YUTA + LIAN: YUN

totally doesn’t have feeling for her, yeah

yuta is obsessed and when i tell you he’s obsessed, he’s obsessed

did i mention obsessed?

he’s jealous of everyone :(

yun stans insist that the only reason yuta is so touchy with winwin and mark is because he’s trying to cover up his feelings for lian

bye if that’s true-

hyuck wanted to give her a hug (a rare occurrence) and yuta straight up just said,

“mine. go away”

i have proof guys :// johnny recorded it and literally posted it on instagram

lian died internally when yuta cut his long hair because she couldn’t put it into ponytails anymore :((

but his hair is growing back now so she’s able to do it again :)

yuta teaches her japanese every tuesday and thursday!

we don’t bring this up because it’s pretty embarrassing but,, when nct 127 were backstage before performing kick it, yuta asked doyoung (who was in a direction where he could get a clear view of lian’s face) if lian was staring at him

how do we know this, you may ask?

it was caught on camera and everyone made fun of him for a solid week straight

he’s caught staring at her from afar way too often for comfort

lian says that he’s very pretty

much like the other memebers that have instagram, he makes story countdowns that he posts about a week before lian plans to release her solo music

DOYOUNG + LIAN: LIDO

another member of the lian protection squad

doyoung was the first to start calling her cupcake

it all started when doyoung was sick and lian made him cupcakes to make him feel better

will slap anyone who makes a flirty remark towards lian

was embarrassed for yuta when he asked if she was staring at him

said “no” and walked away

lian is the only one who ever shows him any mercy :’)

they have very similar taste in decor so they often go shopping together for things to put around the dorm

doyoung said that he spends the most time in lian’s room because it smells like vanilla all the time

he spoils her SO MUCH

like so much

half the plushies she owns at the moment were gifts from doyoung

has a tendency to watch over her and make sure she’s content at all times

“cupcake, are you hungry? i can make you some food if you’d like” “oppa, it’s 3:00am-“ “and?”

they take such pretty instagram pictures :((

at one point in time, doyoung was jealous of his older brother because lian used to crush on him a tiny bit :0

not because doyoung likes her or anything, she just couldn’t stop talking about how nice he looked in revolutionary love

disapproves of the staff giving lian such short clothing sometimes

“um, excuse me, she can’t wear that. are you crazy? go get her a new outfit, please”

JAEHYUN + LIAN: JAELI

not many people bring this up because we know it’s honestly a sensitive topic :|

but he lowkey has deep feelings for her (he makes it so obvious sometimes it’s kinda disappointing to see how oblivious lian really is to it)

jaeli + yun love triangle anyways

jokes aside, though, jaehyun loves lian so so much

once cried to johnny about how he doesn’t know what to do and that he didn’t want to make anything awkward by confessing to her

makes sure to be near her as often as possible

once scared away a whole kim taehyung from talking to her during isac ╰[ ⁰﹏⁰ ]╯ (let’s pretend bts were there for 2019 pls)

“jungkook, keep your friend away, please :D”

didn’t work, though, because they ended up having a conversation later in the day either way

*in the 97’ liner groupchat* “HYUNG IM SORRY HE RAN AWAY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DOl

it was uncalled for but what can you do amirite ┐(´～｀)┌

lian pokes his dimples a lot and squishes his cheeks

just randomly hugs him but he’s not complaining

johnny isn’t picking sides but he became team jaeli after jaehyun broke into tears in front of him for the first time since they were trainees about how much he loves lian

sad,, i know

lian judges jaehyun for not sleeping with sheets

continues to believe he is not a human being, but a robot created in a lab

jaehyun smiles at her for no reason

JUNGWOO + LIAN: LIWOO

an instant bond formed between them when they first met!

jungwoo learned a lot about her and has developed so many ways to deal with her anxiety :(

gave the staff a guide on how to keep her calm when he went on hiatus because he couldn’t be there with her

buys her colouring books because he knows that they calm her down well!

liwoo went viral and become a popular ship when lian accidentally changed the nct 127 instagram profile picture to a jungwoo icon

she got scolded but it was iconic orange haired jungwoo with a chain-

an untouchable duo when they do double aegyo

nctzens think jungwoo is her favourite member

maybe because lian said he was

“ “who’s your favourite member?” hmm i’ll have to say woo-oppa!”

*cue jungwoo laughing at yuta’s face because he was that shocked*

they share secrets with each other so now they probably know the other like the palm of their hand

even though he’s off his hiatus, he still has to guide the staff members through lian’s little moments because sm staff suck at their job sometimes

they’re the two members who go grocery shopping together

more like jungwoo dragging lian to the grocery store with him but okay

jungwoo loves kissing her cheeks (〃▽〃)

their vocals mixed together are confirmed to be noises from heaven

lian misses his blonde bowl cut :/

MARK + LIAN: LIMARK

leader of lian’s natural length hair committee

like when i tell you mark hates her extensions-

mark was the first friend lian was able to make in nct!

they bonded over canada and it was very rare to see them speaking in korean

mark goes into straight panic when he’s with her sometimes

has to remind himself they’re like siblings

lian ans mark covered “your eyes” by hoody and jay park during a vlive!

it was adorable :((

lian had him saved in her phone as “android user” but now she doesn’t know what to change it to

they had a fight in 2019

mark let’s her call him the weirdest freaking nicknames ヽ ( ꒪д꒪ )ﾉ

mars bar, markie, mork, marko

AND IN RETURN HE CALLS HER MARIJUANA-

he says it’s because czennies consider her to be addicting and since marijuana is addicting as well he thought it’d be a good fit

someone on twitter absolutely ENDED HIM though and wouldn’t stop making fun of him (；⌣̀_⌣́)

they can read each other’s mind just by looking at each other

“dude i hate this shit why does she keep asking us who we wanna collab with?” *cue lian laughing hysterically*

“what’s so funny (゜-゜)” — interviewer

HAECHAN + LIAN: LIHYUCK

haechan makes fun of her kissing scenes in dramas

calls her short all the time

“lian give me a high five- oh haha nevermind it’s too bad you’re so short”

they’ve actually been so close to fighting each other and i’m not even joking

they’re the two members who fight the most out of all of them

but despite this, they love each other very much

hyuck says he’s the only one who’s allowed to make her mad

and if anyone else makes her mad he’d kill them

limark 2019 fight flashbacks where haechan kept threatening mark

there are actually moments when they’re clingy with each other-

haechan loves her hugs :((

like ??????? one minute they’re at each other’s throats and the next, they’re all lovey dovey hugging each other make it make sense ?????

lian could be speaking english and he’d say, “korean, please. i can’t understand canadian”

“shut up <3”

hello haechan cried and wouldn’t let go of her during her and mark’s graduation ceremony in 2018

she makes fun of him for it but never takes it too far

he goes to her for dance advice

during their nct 2018 weekly idol appearance when they were doing the random kpop dance thing, they beat everyone أ‿أ

[daydream-believin]

The Never-Ending Roadtrip (waffles)

summary: (part 1) or (part 5) <- reader joins douxie on his quest to protect nari. he’ll need company wont he. (part 6) do you like waffles? also appalachia and nj trollmarket fun. next-> (part 7)

warnings: swearing, fem! reader, maybe an alcohol mention, proof reading is for squares yo

word count: 3875

a/n: i’m sorry to anyone from PA but wtf. i also have no idea why this turned out the way it did. bon apetit.

no gif im trying to test something

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Y/n looked over at Douxie. The blue of his hair was starting to fade into a duller hue. While not as bright and bold as his personality, it was still very nice to look at. This muted blue was softer, almost comforting in a way. Y/n found herself running her fingers through it. It wasn’t just the color that was soft. Like feathers in her hand, she gently caressed the strands. The duller color made him look tired, older, and the permanent bags under his eyes didn’t help. She placed her hand on his face and ran her thumb over a said eye bag. He gave her a very subdued smile in return. His sunken eyes were so beautiful. Her favorite color. Or colors, one should say. They were like an earth toned opal. Y/n’s hand drifted down his face. She used her thumb to explore his cheekbones, tracing constellations in his freckles, and finally settled on his mouth, tracing his cupid’s bow. Douxie couldn’t help but break the stoic face he was trying to hold.

“As much as I hate to ask this, and I really do, but will you please cease what you’re doing, My Love. I’m trying to drive here.”

“Yes, I would also like to ask you to stop, miss L/n. Not wrecking the ship is worth you canning your pda for a while.” Archie added.

Y/n pulled her hand back and exaggeratedly pouted. She teasingly stuck her tongue out at Archie for good measure, but couldn’t help but dissolve into a snicker right after so it wasn’t very effective. But really, it wasn’t her fault that Douxie’s beautifully sculpted face was right there and demanding to be touched. She tried to distract herself by focusing on the scenery around them. North Pennsylvania was delightful, so it’d be a shame if she spent the whole time that they flew through it looking at nothing but Douxie. There was plenty of time for her to do that the rest of her life. It’s not like she didn’t have every freckle memorized already. Every single adorable little dot. Right, Pennsylvania. Appalachia. Y/n was a little disappointed they didn’t manage to go through West Virginia, being as north as they were. She really wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Country roads.

The mountains were hard to transverse through, so Douxie took the boat up high in the clouds. A little too high. The oxygen was thin. While this didn’t affect Archie the dragon or Nari the plant goddess, Douxie and Y/n were getting a bit woozy. Neither would get altitude sickness to the point of dying, thanks to that good ol’ curse of immortality, but their minds weren’t exactly operating at high speeds here. They passed through a low hanging cloud in a puff of fog.

Though they were over it, just being in the range of Appalachia felt odd. There was a presence that clung to the mountains. Even flying high up in the air, one felt as though they were being watched. Like the thousand eyes of the forest were upon them. Looking down below, hanging over the edge like Douxie hated her to do, Y/n saw a herd of deer that might as well be ants. Watching over the herd was a bigger, or maybe closer, stag on a peak of some sort. His antlers were covered in crimson. Y/n hoped he was just shedding.

There were pathways cutting through the trees below, some roads, some manmade trails, some rivers, some troll trails, and some deer trails. Some that wound around in endless curves, some that seemed to start from nowhere and stop at nothing, some that went round and round in a circle, and some that crossed over each other, effectively creating a maze of sorts. Y/n didn’t know why, but she was glad she was above the trees and not in them. Something within her gut told her that as beautiful as the scenery was, she did not wish to experience it first-hand. The deer below were beautiful, but there was something not quite right about them. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to turn down a game of ninepins either, and she could really go for a drink.

Douxie’s brain may have been foggy, but he could certainly see Y/n hanging over the edge again, tantalizing him. He couldn’t help but imagine 174 ways for it to end badly. He’d been pretty passive about this before but now that they were so high up, he had no choice but to be up front now.

“Y/n, My Love,” Y/n turned her attention to him, which also pulled her weight more towards the boat than the sky. Good. “do you mind being back near the center of the ship? I really don’t like you draping yourself over the railing like that.”

Y/n was getting sick and tired of people always trying to keep her away from edges, advising her not to climb the mountain, telling her to stay inside when there was only a light rainstorm. She could handle it. She wasn’t a fucking porcelain doll. She was not wearing a fancy gown that suffocated her, she could speak, her lips were not perfectly painted on. And she wouldn’t shatter. “Relax, Dewdrop. I’m fine. I’m not just gonna go skydiving for kicks. If anyone has had a penchant for falling through the sky recently, it’s been you, Hisirdoux. I can catch myself with anti-gravity spells, like you taught me. Besides, we walk across tall, crumbly, ancient non-osha compliant walkways all the time. You never had a problem then.”

“Well,” He huffed, “it would be one thing if I was there next to you, but I’m not, so could you please just try to stay safe when I can’t reach you?” Y/n was taken about at how quick his tone went from annoyed to desperate. She furrowed her brows. Doux sighed, “Look, it frightens me, okay. I know that nothing will happen, but what if it does? I can’t- I can’t lose you.” His tone got even feebler in his pleading. “And there’s so many ways to lose you. Especially with the Order on our tails. Please, just give me this peace of mind for at least one thing.”

Y/n stepped away from the railing, crossing over to Douxie. He opened his arm and she nestled into his side. Pressing her head against his chest, she mumbled, “Absolutely. I’ll just—I’ll just stay here then. Next to you. I’m sorry I worried you. That was the last thing I wanted to do.”

He leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you, My Darling.”

~ ~ ~

The dipped down south to go through the top of Maryland and completely through Delaware to get to the south of New Jersey, in place of just going through Philadelphia. The city of brotherly love was not on the itinerary.  Philly, and the top of New Jersey, were just too densely populated to take a magic boat through. The airspace was filled with airplanes and skyscrapers. It was easier to go the roundabout way.

As they passed between Philly and Lancaster, they went by fantastically named towns such as Paradise the city, where the girls are pretty, Bird In Hand, Blue Ball, and Intercourse. Stellar. Y/n was starting to really like Pennsylvania. It was cursed ground. She made sure to get photographic evidence of every road sign. Douxie was happy to pose with them.

They took a pit stop in a town called Peach Bottom before leaving Pennsylvania. Y/n wanted to go through New Texas, since she was curious how somewhere in the original colonies could be a new Texas, but Nari could sense a river nearby, and wanted to seek it out. Peach Bottom. It was a cozy little town with a power plant that was dumping it’s waste into the riverside it was built on. Toxic river. Fun. Y/n made Douxie explain to Nari why she couldn’t get near the river or touch any of the water. Y/n wouldn’t have been able to stay as calm as Douxie could. There was nothing happening in the rural Pennsylvanian town. Nothing special about it unless you counted their countless nuclear admissions. The locals didn’t care for strangers, and that was alright with them cause they didn’t want to be here for any more than necessary for a restroom break. Dinner could wait.

The top of Maryland was great. Lots of rivers to make it up to Nari. There was just, an incredibly large walmart near the line. Just absolutely humongous whopper walmart. A leach whose name doesn’t even deserve to be capitalized, thank you very much autocorrect.

It took less than half an hour to fly right through the top of Delaware. Hi Delaware, bye Delaware.

Soon they were on the coast of south New Jersey, headed for a sleepy town called Monty. Monty was a town along the Cohansey, split across it with quite an impressive bridge between the two sides. As soon as the bridge became visible on the skyline, Y/n grabbed Douxie’s sleeve and tugged excitedly. She looked up at him with a big smile. Rest. At last, they were going to get to rest. Y/n made herself busy calling Jim to let him know that they were there so he could call someone else to let them know that they were there and to wait by the entrance for them. Neither Douxie nor Y/n had a horngazzle on them at the moment. Y/n had had one in her possession back in Arcadia, being book club buddies with Blinky, but alas that was destroyed along with their bookstore.

They hid that damn magic boat in the forest. While they did plan on staying with the trolls for a few weeks, Douxie didn’t put it back in its glass bottle quite yet, cause they were in fact taking it into New York not tomorrow but the next day. He covered the ground around it with a few more wards than necessary. Y/n threw up an illusion spell around it, as she had been all the other times they’d just left it in the woods, and thought the wards were overkill but didn’t say anything. They started on the trek to the base of the bridge.

The troll at the entrance greeted them cordially. He was a dark green color, with two massive horns resembling those of a longhorn cow, chiseled stone tattoos, and no clothes other than a tiny loincloth which made everyone but Nari uncomfortable. He let them in with flourish, as if he’d always wanted to do this and practiced it.

“Welcome to NEW JERSEY TROLLMARKET.”

Y/n was surprised at how well the town had come along within the two months the trolls had occupied the cavern. It wasn’t the Trollmarket she had known, there was no Blinky and no library, but still marvelous. The new hearthstone glowed warmly, very much alive and not making zombies. While looking pretty similar to the old Trollmarket, with a multitude of shops and homes carved into the mineral covered walls and formations, there was a sort of human touch to it now. Claire definitely had a hand in the planning and maybe the decorative features too. Or perhaps Jim. Y/n wouldn’t put it past the boy to be the one who designed the very elaborate crystal art flower bed she was looking at. Or that weirdly steampunk bridge. Funny thing, a bridge under a bridge.

Dictatious met them soon after they came in to show them around and to where they would be staying. The tour he gave them basically just included him walking them through the main street, waving his arms to various places and vaguely saying that they were shops but not what they sold, pointing out the pub, and then took them straight to their accommodations. Since the home that had been occupied by Blinky, Jim, and Claire was now empty, they’d be staying there, with the place practically to themselves. Dictatious also lived in said home, but rarely stuck around it for long now that his brother was gone.

“Alright, here’s your nest.”

Since Dictatious still slept in the nest that he shared with Blinky, he had given them Jim and Claire’s. The nests were just rocky bowls carved into the floor of the room, with a few comfort items. Thankfully, Jim and Claire had left theirs full of pillows and a couple thick cushions they must have taken from a couch. Unconventional, but better than sleeping on literal solid rock. Speaking of couches, there were way too many couches spread across the apartment. This entire place only had two rooms, a large living area and a nestroom, and yet there were five couches. Not to mention the extra-large easy chair Dic was currently lounging in. Okay, so one of said couches was technically a love seat, but still. There was no kitchen, which was surprising due to this being Jim Lake Jr’s home, and no table besides the one that three of the sofas were gathered around and a paper-covered work desk against a corner. There were glowing crystal lamps all throughout, lighting the house. All in all, interesting interior design decisions. The kids had definitely been trying to make it a more homey human dwelling but had limited options.

Nari nestled into the nest, happy that there were no blankets to smother her. Not even a minute passed and she was out like a light. Douxie and Y/n sat on one of the couches in the nestroom, watching the veggie lady snooze. Archie made himself comfy in Douxie’s lap, who absent mindedly stroked his familiar’s fur. They were underground now. Surrounded by inorganic matter. Some of that inorganic matter could fight, would be willing to fight, would probably be disappointed if there wasn’t a fight. The little devil on Douxie’s shoulder wasn’t really having to work hard. His stomach growled. They had opted to just not stop for dinner in favor of plowing right through their trip route. It was late, and dark, and Douxie really just wanted them to have a roof over their head before midnight. And now they did.

He looked over at Y/n. They had been a couple for an entire day now and he had yet to take her on a proper date. What a bad boyfriend he was. It’s not like Archie would want to come with them or anything either, since he filled himself with birds that didn’t know what hit them while they traveled. The dragon had even caught a hawk at one point, which wasn’t as impressive as it sounds, since Archie was a much faster flyer. He would be happy to watch Nari for them, surely. And Dic had given them a horngazzle so they could come and go as they pleased. It was settled then.

“Arch, watch Nari for us, please, we’ll be back in a pinch,” He grabbed Y/n’s hand to pull her off the couch, “C’mon, My Love, we’re going on a date.”

~ ~ ~

Turns out the only thing open past midnight in small town New Jersey was a waffle house. The perfect date. Y/n had thought it funny to watch Douxie try and deactivate all the fresh wards he had put around the boat. He had to be careful where he put his feet, and it was like he was doing a silly little dance. Ward trap ballet of his own barely thought-out design. At one point he stepped backwards to admire his work, triggering the ward behind him, and Y/n had to free him from the net. Lucky it was just a net one.

Entering the waffle house, they slid into the nearest booth, the one near the jukebox. They ordered what else but waffles. The food of kings and hungover college kids. Not just plain waffles, though. Douxie got chocolate chip and Y/ got strawberry, and they were going to combine them to make chocolate covered strawberry waffles. Everyone knows chocolate covered strawberries were the most romantic food, why else would they push them so hard around Valentine’s.

Douxie leaned in with his head in his hand. “So, tell me about yourself.”

Y/n laughed, decided to play into this bit. “Oh, I’m just a California lass, on her way to New York. Things have been crazy lately. Went to a very convincing renaissance faire, I’m harboring a fugitive, my roommate keeps hitting on me. Very stressful.  Sure am lucky I came across you, Mr. Handsome.”

“Lucky indeed.” Doux snickered.

Y/n pointed to the jukebox behind Doux, which he twisted around to see. “Have you ever heard ‘Last Night I Saw Elvis At Waffle House’?”

“No?”

“Oh, it’s a banger.” She got out of the booth and put a coin in the juke, making her selection. She slid back in with a Cheshire cat grin and Doux was kind of scared now, actually. As the current song ended and the song that they were waiting for began. Well, it was a song. About seeing Elvis in a waffle house. With a country tune he supposed someone thought was catchy in order for them to have recorded this. Douxie didn’t know what he had expected.

“Uh, wow.”

“Yeah, Ain’t it something. I loved this song when I was knee high to a grasshopper. All the waffle house jams really.”

“Your aunt let someone bring you to a waffle house? That’s not very proper.” Douxie chuckled.

“Oh, no, actually. Um, this was before my dad passed and my mother, ah, slipped.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Douxie rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry I mentioned it.”

“No, no. I’m fine Dewdrop. I can talk about it, really. And, like you said the other day, I’ve been focusing on the Now Love.” The silly waffle house themed song was still playing despite the air of seriousness that had fallen over the duo. It helped keep Y/n from getting too sad and dwelling on the memories she had just brought up. It was comical, really. A waffle house song keeping her grounded. She rubbed the palm of Douxie’s hand. “I still mourn my family, but it’s been so long that the pain’s but a dull ache now. As long as I don’t think too hard about it. If anyone knows about mourning it’d be you, Doux. I can’t imagine meeting hundreds of friends over my lifetime just to watch them all grow old and die while you just have to go on living.” She paused, eyes drifting downwards, “But I suppose that’ll be my fate anyways.”

Douxie reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s actually not that bad, once you get used to it. You just have to enjoy every bit of time you get. That’s what makes other magic friends so valuable, there are some permanent players on your team.” He let his hand linger under her jaw, pulling her face closer to his, “You have me. We have each other. We’re family. We always have been.”

“So I hate to interrupt, but, waffles.” The server put the plates she had been holding down onto the table. Douxie and Y/n pulled away from each other quick as lightning, sitting up straight in their seats. “Again, sorry guys.”

“Thank you.” The two chorused to their fleeting form in embarrassment. Their faces were fire engine red. Archie was right, they did get a little carried away with the pda. It may have been 12:28am in a waffle house but they were still in public. Grabby hands needed to be kept to themselves.

After dinner, neither Doux nor Y/n could bring themselves to go home quite yet, despite the nagging feeling to return to Nari. They loitered around woods, unsure of what to do. Leaning against the parked boat, Douxie got an idea. He put on the music on his phone, turning the volume all the way up and positioning it so it’d put out a better sound the best he could. The playlist he selected was actually the one he had of songs that reminded him of his beloved. Copying what Y/n had done last night, he held out his hand.

“Come on, dance with me, My Darling.”

Douxie twirled Y/n around in the night breeze that blew through the trees. This song was much faster than the one they danced to last time, and there was more energy between them. Y/n’s laugh echoed through the forest. This was a lot of fun, she could do it all night. Honestly, she could do anything all night if it was with Douxie. He lifted her up, like she weighed nothing. Seriously, how strong was this noodle armed wizard. She threw her arms around his neck, looking down to meet his eyes, a rare thing. Y/n kissed his nose, eliciting a happy giggle from his mouth.

He should have put her back down by now. Instead, he still held her up, transfixed by her face ringed in moonlight, like a halo. She noticed the awestruck look on his face, kissing him properly, yet it did nothing to pull him out of his stupor. He had one thought running over and over in his mind. Marry me. But, he couldn’t say that. A proposal had to be special, not after a waffle house date. Their first date, mind you. He couldn’t possibly jus-

“Marry me, Dewdrop?”

Well apparently he couldn’t but she absolutely could.

It took him a moment to take in her words, shocked out of his overthinking. The biggest grin spread across his face as he giddily spun her around in his arms. He finally put her feet back on the ground, crashing his lips into hers. Y/n brought a hand up to drag through his hair and left the other to slide down his back. No battle for dominance, Douxie’s tongue was definitely the one leading here. He just couldn’t believe it. It was if she had read his mind. It was still hard for him to believe she wanted him in the first place, but this much? If this was the afterlife he must surely be in heaven. One makeout session later, Y/n rasped “So I’m guessing that’s a yes?”

“Let’s sign the papers tomorrow.”

~ ~ ~

Despite the uneasy feeling they had both had about leaving Nari alone for so long, she was perfectly fine. In fact she hadn’t even moved an inch form the spot they left her in. Like they never left at all. Archie was asleep on that couch, as peaceful as ever. They’d tell him the news in the morning.

Y/n climbed into the nest and dragged Douxie down with her. After getting comfy on the array of cushions, he opened his arms and she nestled into his chest. She could feel his hands rest on her back. Perfect. It was calming, listening to his heartbeat, being lulled to sleep with the rhythm that gave proof that her beloved was alive. A steady beat that reassured her he was there, he was there. He wouldn’t leave her again.

*** check notes for chapter illustrations lmao

[descendantofthesparrow]

Commission work - Harry Hook x Mals sister! Reader - part 3 - hol the hell up

commissioner - @musicarose​

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You woke up to the sound of something long and hard-hitting the window next to you, harry jolted up next to you, staring wide-eyed at the window hidden bt the black curtains.

You groaned, slowly sitting up and yelling out “DIVAL SHUT IT!” the sound stopped, replaced by a loud cawing, the raven behind the glass yelling back.

“im up im up!” you whined, rolling off the mattress and standing up, as you stretched you felt your back pop and you let out a satisfied moan. “that hit the spot” you yawned, pulling back a curtain, sticking your tongue out at the puffed up and fussy raven.

“wha’s with the demon bird” Harry muttered from behind you, shrugging on his jacket and shoes.

“I think hes warning me to get home, he likes me so he doesn’t want mom to get mad at me ‘n stuff” harry paused, turning to look at you.

“the bird…protects yeh?” he tilted his head, like a confused puppy. You laughed sliding open the window a little to let Dival in.

“yeah, I don’t know why, but he likes me, he also stops Mal from being a jerk to me” you smiled, scratching the large bird's chest.

“tha’s…tha’s good” Harry muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

“Harry?” you asked, he jumped slightly, biting his lip and looking at you from the corner of his eye “are you okay? you seem…nervous”

“aye, I jus’ think yeh should get home, don’ want yer ma getting mad at yeh” you slowly nodded, perching Dival on your shoulder and walking past harry to the doorway.

“alrig-“

“wait!” Harry's arm flashed out, grabbing yours, you turned back around, raising your brow.

“one moment you want me to leave and the next you don’t?” you laughed “make up your mind hook”

“i-I was jus’ wonderin’” Harry stuttered “if yeh would like ta…go on a date with meh? Maybe tomorrow? At Hades Greek restaurant?” your lips split into a grin and you nodded fervently, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“y-yeah! I would love too!!” you stood on your tiptoes and grabbed onto Harry's shoulder, making him lean down and kissing his cheek.

“see you tomorrow!!” you bolted out, Dival falling from your shoulder and catching himself midair.

You smiled and laughed to yourself all the way home, you couldn’t wait till tomorrow.

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“what are you all smiley about, don’t like mom see you like that” your sister's nasty tone came around the corner, you spun around, the grin hardly slipping.

“Harry asked me out” Mal stared at you blankly, before a genuine Mal smile bloomed on her face.

“really? Nice, hope it goes well” you nodded, watching as Dival flew back up to the balcony again.

“yeah, don’t tell mom okay?”

“definitely”

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You hummed to yourself, finally brushing through your hair and setting it into a Fishtail braid and then into a kinda messy bun.

Damn, it looked cute. Evie had burst into your room earlier, helping you with makeup and choosing an outfit.

Tight dark blue jeans, loose dark purple tank top, calf-high worn combat boots that were detailed and painted by you and Mal, a short dark forest green jacket.

You were freakin’ cute as hell.

Now harry told you to meet him at your dads restaurant, so there you would be!

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As you arrived, you locked eyes with Hades himself, odd, he preferred to be down in the caves under the isle.

Lucky you!

He discreetly gestured for you to come closer, and as you did he leaned in. “what are you so dolled up for little devil” he muttered, a sly “dad” grin on his face. You rolled your eyes.

“if you must know, Harry Hook asked me on a date and told me to meet him here”

“oh” your dads eyes and hair glowed for a split “well…congrats” he said sarcastically “enjoy your date”

You snorted, saluting him and walking off to a corner table.

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Hades bit his lip…two hours later and the son of hook had yet to arrive and you sat abandoned in the corner, head against the window.

The other customers had already left, the doors only open for harry to walk through.

But it was already 11:30pm, and Hook always demanded harry and Harriet be back at the ship by 11:45 (not that he cared about them, he just didn’t want them taken so someone else could use them)

Hades was thrown out of his stupor by you standing up and wiping a tear off your cheek.

“maybe he was held up by something?” Hades offered softly after Persephone had claimed you, he had made an effort to be nicer to you. “maybe James made him take another shift at the clock store? Or he helped Uma with her night shift?”

You gave a watery laugh, nodding your head softly “yeah maybe…thanks, but i’m gonna head home” you muttered, smiling as he patted your shoulder.

“well, if you need to, your welcome down in the caves, spot’s been able to visit for a week, and he wants to see you”

“thanks…dad” you walked out, closing the restaurant doors behind you. As you walked home, Dival soared in, landing gently on your shoulder, he bit at your ear.

“im fine Dival, just…tired” you muttered.

“weren’t you supposed to go on a date with my sister tonight?”

You paused, was that Mal?

A dark cruel laugh came from the dark corner ally a few feet away from you. “aye, but I was never going ta go, I used ‘er ta get ta yeh Malsy~”

It…that was Harry's voice? You stepped forward silently, holding in puke as you peered around the corner.

There was Mal, against the wall, arms around Harry's neck, her dark purple lipstick staining his lips and neck.

“how evil of you~!” she leaned back up, harry grinning as she pressed her lips to his.

He…he used you….to get to Mal…and she-and she!

You couldn’t breathe…or were you breathing too much? You turned and ran, not seeing the two jump apart at the footsteps, Mal stepped out from the ally, tilting her head at the receding back.

She didn’t recognize the person so she shrugged, waving bye to harry and heading home.

=

You let out a choked sob, running through the dark forest. A root caught on your foot, you screamed as you fell to the floor, the dying grass and roots scratching your face and arms.

You lied there, tears streaming down your cheeks and turning the dirt below you into mud.

“(y/n)?” you sat up, whipping around to see your mother, dival on her shoulder, but…she…didn’t look completely disappointed in you?

You sniffed, turning to sit on your butt, wiping down your face. “you're probably so disappointed…your daughter, upset over love” your voice cracked.

Your mother sighed “not…exactly, you needed to go through this at some point…to access this” your mother gestured around you.

You looked around, eyes widening.

The small amount of life around you…was turning to ash.

“wha-what?” you muttered, watching as a small patch of green grass slowly turned grey and turned to dust. “how am I-”

“unlike Mal” your mother started, tapping her knuckles against the trees, the sound hollow. “you have accepted your role as the daughter of Hades, so you will gain more of his abilities, one of which is to control life…and death.”

You sniffed, slowly standing up “but magic doesn’t work on the isle” Your mother smirked, you shivered.

“it's not magic, its power, the future goddess of death~”

She turned, reaching out and tilting your chin up. “now, unleash all your emotions…you'll feel better and release the energy building up”

You let out a shaky breath, memories of Mal and harry surging up.

“yes, unleash your rage”

You let out another choked sob, remembering Harry's cruel words.

You felt bile bubbling in your throat, but you ignored it, letting out a resounding scream.

“aaAAHHHHHHH!!!” you fell to your knees, blue and purple energy exploding around you, the trees turning to ash, the ground cracking beneath you.

Maleficent smiled, she would at least have one successful daughter.

--end of part 3--

authors note: ATTENTION, I DON’T LIKE MARRY (harry x mal)! IT CAN GO DIE IN A FIRE, THE COMMISSIONER JUST WANTED IT FOR THE PLOT! 

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yAYy demon man demon man demon man!! the 2nd oc i’ve ever made and i love him so much!! I keep on redrawing his goddamn sprite because im a perfectionist :) I might post his redraw soon 

Anyways...

Here:

Jesse is in fact a demon! He originally lived in his homeworld but then escaped and is now an other-worldly fugitive :), more will be revealed in the oc pasts series

He has a tail, he just hides it under his cape, also has fangs and his nails are just sharp and trimmed for the gods

He does have wings! Big ones actually, bigger than his entire body! Which he can let out at will

His horns are extremely sensitive, along with his tail

Wears heels to feel taller than Lillet

Is actually a huge reptile nerd, specifically lizards and chameleons

Has tattoos, besides the one on his face, he has some on his arms, his torso and his legs

Students like to ship him with Ms. Patin, mostly because they like to see his flustered face whenever someone mentions her

Seems stoic and scary but is big big softie

Can raise the dead and control them at will,sometimes assists him during teaching is actually the only one of his kind who can control them, and the reason why will be revealed in the oc pasts series

(tbh all of my oc’s pasts are kinda messed up including his so be prepared because after this is the past series uwu)

does not like Divus, and the feeling is mutual

“You suck furry balls.”

“Fuck off incubus.”

Welcome to the ‘Divus is ew’ squad, consisting Jesse, Akna and Cyric

Is the defensive arts professor, teaches you how to use your environment and magic to defend yourself and necromancy!

Likes to sleep, every time during break he just...sleeps, or takes care of his lizard

His name is Kiwi uwu

Has a hugggeee crush on Lillet, and for so long now too

Is into horror and gore, and is also not very aware on human customs and celebrations

He’d celebrate christmas and halloween so hard

Sometimes accidentally sleeps in the faculty lounge, he sleeps for a while and then wakes up to find that it is now 4 am

“How long was I asleep?”

“...for 15 hours.”

“fuck.”

Has a lot of dangerous artifacts in his room. Please don’t take them they are very dangerous and contains some of the most feral entities. I’m looking at you Fleur.

“....My sacrificial nails are gone again.”

“O-Oh..? I-I wonder who h-has them...”

“...”

“Fleur are you serious right now-”

Is actually very good at playing the violin, likes to play it for Lillet

Wears reading glasses casually

Does not eat. At all. He just eats the herbs from the greenhouse because he thought that they taste nice

Wears makeup, it’s just black eyeshadow though

Now...to conclude this post:

Okay bye

[bunny-banana]

I'd love to hear a director's commentary on La leggenda di Niccolo please :D Have a star as well ⭐

HA! Okay well, I’ll talk about the sections that I actually wrote so here it comes:

Chap 1

Engulfed in the never ending masses of water, he reckoned one should feel intimidated. No ground under his feet, only limited amounts of air to his disposal, and the uncertainty of what lies within the darker corners of the ocean should normally frighten you. And yet, he never felt more at peace than when he was floating so freely in the sea, almost as if gravity and the world outside didn’t exist

the fucking IRONY of me writing this while being deadly afraid of deep water. its honestly like “yeah,,,,, lemme list all the things i personally hate about deep sea…. and lets add ‘well, but theres something good too about that for sure,,,i guess,,,, ”

But what was more important for me was this contrast to what Ermal dreams about, his lowkey fantasy - and where he is irl, the icy south pole. I’m rather fond of opposing things/contrasts. 

The soldier breathed heavily in and out, but there was no time to rest as the next blaze of fire was aimed at him.He countered and evaded but his opponent was more forceful, his flames harsher, faster until the soldier’s back hit the cold railing. He was caught, and when his opponent mercilessly stroke once more, he knew he had to save himself by escaping into the cold water.The man remaining on the top deck smirked. Ah yes, he’d almost assume those new soldiers were just too easy to take on even if only for practice reasons, but it pleased him more to say that he still got it.

i really hope this introduction just tells you everything you need to know about Renga’s character.

How much sooner the war could have been won had it not been for the Poles!

While actually reflecting on the universe, i realised, it must be incredibly difficult for firebenders on the poles. like, I just assume they really, really arent fit for the cold which would make invading incredibly difficult for them. also lol, renga hates it at the poles obviously.

  Shaking so hard that kids ran towards their mothers and the watchtower fell over and when the fog cleared up, Ermal felt his stomach drop. ”No.”

Nothing, absolutely, nothing in that universe is more frightening than seeing the Fire Nation military pull up to your doorstep.  

Also, lmao, love to imagine Rinald quietly going “oh nooo my watchtower D:” 

Ermal pushed himself through the crowd until he was right in front of everyone, until he was the last barrier between the Fire Nation soldiers and the village.

Ermal has Strong Opinions™ about the Fire Nation, with reasons of course, and seeing them here is the absolute nightmare to him.

  “You mean the Avatar that disappeared off the face of the Earth? The one that nobody has ever seen and that was probably never even reborn? That Avatar?”And if his cockiness gave off a certain invitation to smash his face in, then this was perhaps a little bit Ermal’s fault.

to quote the Smiths: Bigmouth Strikes Again!

“B-but he’s- he’s so young? I swear to the Fire Lord, if this is yet another trick then-”

Chap 2

Niccolò had always been in awe of the Fire Nation’s advanced industrial sector. The machinery that originated from the Nation had always had cutting edge quality which no one in the world could quite imitate nor match. This ship however was beyond anything Niccolò had ever seen. This ship was fully steam-driven with the powerful motors roaring under his feet. And those weren’t the only novelties.Steel processed so professionally that it makes impenetrable walls and doors which opened and closed only through quite sophisticated lock mechanisms. It all looked so modern, it all looked so futuristic.

so the idea was, since Nic had missed an entire century, the ship looked super modern to him. while its a canon fact that the FN is quite advanced with machinery, the ship itself is just to an up-to-date standard. But to Niccolo personally it seemed futuristic.  i like the idea of him being amazed at things he has never seen in his life just to find out they’re pretty common in the current timeline. 

There was not much time left, Niccolò had to think quickly. Extremely convenient how his nose started tickling right in that moment.The powerful sneeze that followed had two consequences: One, the guard in front of him was catapulted straight into the metal door of the cell, rendering him unconscious.Two, Niccolò and the guard behind him were also forcefully pushed back to the other end of the corridor, crashing into the hard wall.Well, at least the guard did. The young airbender was spared that fate, by that nice pillow the guard turned out to be, so he quickly got onto his feet and ran as fast as he could with his hands tied behind his back.

so yeah ngl, this was just copied from the OG ep

Now that his hands were freed, he opened the first door that presented itself to him, but in front of him, he simply saw the quarters of General Renga who stared at his now roaming prisoner in shock. Okay, time to turn around, it seems.

listen, i just love the thought of overconfident General Renga being so shellshocked to see his prisoner escaping that he just gapes at him. And ofc Nic slamming the door shut immediately jsfkld

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Niccolò cursed as he evaded a burst of fire that was aimed at him before taking the next corner “Where’s the exit?! Where’s the goddamn exi- AH!! A DOOR!!” He pulled it open to reveal a startled guy sitting there just minding his own business. An unexpected sight, with an even more unexpected odor following. “Oh? uhm- Sorry man! Just- just take your time! Also, perhaps light a candle when you’re done. Bye!” The young Avatar swiftly apologised as he closed the door of what was most definitely not an exit.

Fav OC so far!  That simple FN dude was just trying to take a dump in peace but who would have known that all hell would break lose and the goddamn Avatar of all people would walk into him smh.  Also, I really enjoyed the thought of while this is all hectic and dangerous, Nic still being human enough to go like “oh, my bad! sorry dude!” at this random soldier. Who knows, maybe we should bring that one back some time later. And i kinda wanted the whole escape to be funny, since its Nic’s POV, and it just wouldnt suit his carefree spirit to make this super serious (yet). 

“I’ll give you that, hiding for so long was sort of impressive.” Niccolò heard Renga’s voice behind him as the General had caught up with him. 

almost wrote “century” there but then remembered  nah omg he can’t know yet 

A piece of ice may or may not have also hit Renga straight into the face but nobody would complain about that anyway. 

yeah i just love the thought of this super dramatic scene of Nic entering the Avatar State and then theres a chunk of ice knocking Renga unconscious lmao get fucked, dude 

“Nic!” Ermal ran towards the slowly decreasing water pillar to catch the unconscious airbender in the last second, dropping to his knees in the process. That was beyond anything anybody of that age should normally be capable of. That was beyond what any waterbender could ever be capable of. And yet, lying in his arms, Niccolò looked so exhausted, so weak. Just like any other kid. Not a trace from the sheer force that was unleashed moments earlier.

I think this was really the moment Ermal started feeling real responsibility over Niccolo. Just seeing him do all these crazy things and yet being reminded that this huge burden of being the Avatar is literally thrusted upon a simple kid.  Also, this is the first time he called him “Nic”

Various noises and sounds buzzed through the air that afternoon: The loud shoveling of snow from the bow, the quieter crackling emerging from the hands of the firebenders who were melting their frozen compatriots, the fast steps rushing left and right over the ship. All these different sounds were heard, but none of them were chattering. Nobody dared to chat. Not after this disastrous defeat. What a disgrace that had been, General Renga thought grinding his teeth.

Everybody on this goddman ship is just scared shitless that Renga will roast them if they so much like whisper. they know he moody, they know he’ll blame them for the avatar’s escape. so lets all just work and repair shit and keep quite. 

When he found consciousness again, he was left with not only one horrendous purple bruise on his face, but also with a half destroyed ship. 

jdsfksajfklf OK SO YEAH, my first intention was “lmao let a piece of ice hit him” but then i realised “oh wait he’d have a bruise afterwards”  and then “LMAOOOO he’d be like Zuko, how perfect is that”   ok so granted, unlike our dear fire prince, Renga’s bruise is only temporary, but i really hoped someone would pick up the connection to Zuko

Whatever had happened to the Avatar earlier, it left a colossal mark on the ship, and secretly, on Renga personally too. He might have gotten fooled once, but he wouldn’t get fooled again.

basically, he feels personally insulted about being beaten by a kid. what a loser lmao

“Martino!”

“Y-yes, General?” stuttered the lanky assistant with the askew glasses, clenching his hands around his writing board. One would think you’d get used to Renga’s harsh tone over time, but that was simply not the case..

rip martino but renga absolutely needed a poor anxious assistant whom he could terrorise

“We need the best of the best to defeat him. And I just know the right choice for that job…”

heeeeheeee ….. no comment ..for now.  but im curious to what you guys think about that 

Thank you so much! this was a lot of fun to do ! :)

[virgilantejustice]

A shift in trajectory

I honestly have no idea what this is. I had an idea and i ran with it.

Word count: ~1300

Ships: none

T/Ws: major character death, blood mention (tell me if i missed any)

Sounds fun right?

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 Where was that damn phone!

      Logan followed the sound of his generic ringtone, flinging around cushions and throws and blankets to find his prize. Where was the bloody thing! In such a tidy (-ish) apartment, how could he just lose it?!

      While he was making it look like his apartment had been robbed, Logan was too wrapped up in the sound of the ringtone (and occasionally a stray blanket) to notice the slight shifting behind him and the glimpse of blue.

      Then he turned, and there was his phone. Just, on the table. Too hurried to wonder at how it had gotten there, Logan picked up the phone and put it to his ear. "Hello, Logan speaking."

      "You took your time, not like I'm waiting here," the voice on the end of the line drawled, a trace of a smile in his voice. "And you don't have to introduce yourself every time I call, we both have mobile phones."

      Logan chose to ignore the latter statement (nothing would ever make him stop, let's be honest). "I couldn't find my phone."

      "Ah," Dee sighed, well aware of Logan's absent mindedness that he knew that he would deny until his final breaths. "Where was it?"

      "On the table."

      "You couldn't find it, and it was /on the table?"

      "Things just seem to move around in my apartment. Turning up where I don't expect it." It was only as Logan said it that he realised how strange it sounded.

      "Are you sure it's not like, haunted, or something?" Logan let out a short chuckle before realising that his friend wasn't joking.

      "Dee-"

      "I know, I know, you don't believe in that stuff," Logan huffed and crossed his arms. "I'm just saying that it's a possibility."

      "Ghost aren't real! Will you please stop suggesting it?!" He cried.

      By then he was too wrapped up to notice the slight disturbance in the air near the door or hear the quiet but indignant "excuse me?!" but Dee wasn't.

      "What was that?" he asked, his tinny voice tinged by concern. "Lo?"

      "Nothing?"

      "Didn't sound like nothing?" Dee persisted.

      "Well it was, i mean, wasn't. I mean- it was nothing! Anyway," Logan continued, shaking away the confusion from his head. 

      "Okaaaay," Dee replied. "So, just checking that the plans for tomorrow are the same?"

      "Yes, I see no reason to change them."

      "Okay, see you then."

      "if the 'ghosts' don't get me first."

      "Yeah yeah yeah, see you tomorrow."

      "Bye." Both of them lingered for a moment before Logan hung up the phone and placed it on the table. 

      Ghosts? His friends could really be ridiculous sometimes.

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      "Not real?! How dare he?!" Roman cried, pacing to room as he so often did, restricted to the confines of what used to be his manor, back when he was alive.

      "I mean, he cant see us, so it's understandable," Patton replied, from where he was sitting on the bed. Well, sort of, above it.

      Roman turned to look at him, a kind of hurt look in his eyes that was just too pronounced to be taken seriously. "Understandable?! We've been giving him hints for months!" Roman draped himself dramatically over the bed, not leaving a dent in the perfectly made sheets. "How dense is he?"

      Patton sighed. "He's not dense, he's just logical."

      "And how would logic explain everything that we've done for him? Hm?" Patton wanted to speak, but, honestly, he agreed. So he just met Roman's gaze, which was considerably less piercing as he could see the bookshelves through it. "All of the misplaced items we've found, all of the reminders we've left, all of the errands we've run? How can he explain all of that away?"

      "He thinks he did it all. He thinks he just forgot."

      "Forgot indeed! How did he not see you give him his pho-"

      Bang! Bangbangbangbang! 

      Patton raced out of the room, swiftly followed by Roman, to see Virgil hovering at the top of the stairs, his hands pressed to his face.

      "I didn't mean to! Oh god, I didn't mean to!! I just plugged in that cable for him and he tripped!" He moaned, his voice muffled by his hands.

      Patton looked at the bottom of the staircase and gasped. "We know, kiddo," he whispered, his chest moving in a shaky and sporadic way. "We know you'd never mean to."

      These words did little comfort Virgil as he collapsed into sobs and fell into Patton's arms. "And now he's dead! He's dead and it's my fault!"

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      Logan opened his eyes. He was on the floor. Why was he on the floor. He didn't remember falling? His head felt cloudy.

      "Ugh, What happened?" he murmured, pressing a hand to his temples.

      Then Logan became aware of the three faces peering down at him and started, sitting bolt upright. "Who are you? Why are you in my house?!"

      "Your house?! Insolence!" The regal looking man cried, pacing the room and throwing his hands in the air in indignation.

      "Roman!" The man in blue scolded sharply. "He's just scared."

      "I'm not scared," Logan said, getting to his feet. "What do I have to be afraid of?"

      He stared around at the three others. One of them looked sad, one furious, and one of them was curled up in the corner, rocking backwards and forwards.

      The man in blue reached a hand out towards him, which Logan stepped away from. "You don't realise, do you?" He asked, his voice tinged with pity.

      "Realise what!" Logan snapped.

      "We're ghosts," cried the prince, throwing his hands in the air.

      Logan scoffed, a very likely story. He stood up and smoothed down his clothes before turning to look at them. "That cannot be true, as ghosts are not re-"

      There was his body. On the ground. Not where he was. As he was standing up. But his body was on the ground, his limbs splayed out at strange angles, his glasses smashed beside him, a bleeding gash on his face.

      Then it dawned on him. "Im dead?"

      "It wasn't my fault!" The one in the corner cried, climbing to his knees and holding out his hands.

      Logan stared at him. He stared all around him, not quite taking it all in. "Wasn't it?" he asked absentmindedly, more from reflex than curiosity.

      The one in the corner curled back in on himself. "Well, maybe a little bit," he muttered.

      Logan sucked in a long, shaking breath. "Who are you?" He asked, somehow keeping his voice steady.

      The prince scoffed at this, and continued pacing. The man in blue shot him a stern look. "Im Patton," he said gently. "I lived here around a hundred years ago."

      "A hundred years-" Logan couldn't take it all in, his mind was imploding. He was dead, but he was here, and so were these people, Patton lived one hundred years ago, he was dead.

      Logan collapsed onto the ground. He saw his chest moving but knew that no air was going in as he stared at where his body lay on the ground. The worst thing about it was the eyes, the way that they were just open, but weren't seeing anything. A small trickle of blood was running down his head and pooling on the floor, a red rose blooming on the floor.

      Patton saw him staring and placed a hand on his shoulder. Logan flinched at the strange sensation, somehow cold and warm at the same time.

      "It's not that bad," Patton whispered, silvery tears slithering down his own cheeks at seeing a man, once so composed, brought to this.

      Logan saw the prince raise an eyebrow, and heard a short, humourless laugh from the slouching man all in black. 

      "Isn't it," he asked, staring up at Patton, wishing to an answer that he knew wouldn't come.

      Patton was silent for a long moment. "You get used to it," he whispered.

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Heart Broken(Roman x Patton)

I have a oneshot book over on wattpad that is a request book for the sides and thomas and any of thomas' friends, and it could be an x reader by request.

I have a chapter from it that I am really proud of, so Imma post it here. Also, please ask for requests for my book.

"-because I really like you! Like, a lot. Would you please, please be in a relationship with me?" Roman says to Virgil with love filled puppy dog eyes. Virgil takes a step back from Roman, as his eyebrows raise in confusion.

"I'm sorry Ro, I'm not really over you being horrible to me. I'm really trying not to hold a grudge, but I still feel hurt from you saying all those things to me. Even if you apologized," he took a deep breath and exhaled some of his air before continuing. "My answer is no. I hope we can still friends." Virgil left the living room hugging his sides and pulling his jacket as close as he could to himself, barest trace of a heavy frown and wet eyes, heading back into his own room. 

He knew it was gonna hurt Roman to hear that he didn't like him back, but he didn't want to fake anything to have it hurt worse later. 

Roman was not taking it well. Being the fanciful side and the romantic side left for higher hopes and harder falls.

He stood there in shock for a moment before realizing what just happened. Then his eyes began to fill with tears and he hung his head in shame. However, his mind jumped to one person that would make him feel better. 

Patton.

He walked up the stairs with his head still tilted downward and tears still leaking from his eyes. He ignored Logan with a small sob as he passed him in the hallway when he asked what was wrong. Logan decided to awkwardly walk on, as emotions weren't his strong point, and he knew roman was headed to Patton's room anyways.  

When Roman finally got to Patton's door, he just rested his head against it and said with all the voice that he could muster around the lump in his throat,

"Patto-" Only Roman couldn't finish his word before he broke into sobs. The door was quickly opened and Roman was pulled inside Patton's room by cat sweater covered arms.

The door closed behind the two of them and Roman was engulfed in a warm hug. He began crying, hard, into Patton's shoulder. Patton started swaying them back and forth while combing through Roman's hair, humming something soft that sounded an awful lot like Happier by Bastille(ft. Marshmellow).

Patton picked up Roman with his Dad Strength© and sat Roman down on the bed like he weighed nothing. He sat down next to Roman, pushing up his glasses in the process. Patton then wiped away Roman's tears with his thumbs, and cupped Roman's face with his hands.

"What's wrong Kiddo? What's got you all worked up?" Patton's voice soft, as to not make Roman feel any worse. Except Roman felt worse anyway, having to explain what just happened.

"I-I've li-i-i-iked Virgil for a lo-o-ong ti-" He stopped to let out a sob and catch his breath. Patton took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. Roman copied as he let in a gasp of air through his nose, and out through his mouth which is shaped like an o, and continues.

"I've liked him for a lo-ong time, and, I t-oh-o-old him, and he said I was mean! From when I was mean to hi-I-I-im. And it hurts my feelings!" He said through post crying hiccups. "I don't know what to-o-*gasp*-o do!"

"Oh kiddo! That sounds horrible! I'm sorry! That's rough. What did you say after he told you no?" Patton holds Roman's hands for support, and pulls a comforter around them.

"I didn't say anything! He told me he hopes we can still be friends, and then he left! Then I cane to you!" Roman pulls his hands away from Patton's, making Patton frown, and put his head in them.

"What am I gonna do Patton? It is going to be so awkward from now on. WhatdoIdo....." The last little bit was kind of muttered and smushed together due to Roman curling in on himself more.

Patton raised his eyebrows in concern and used his hands to gently lift Roman's face to look up at him. Patton placed a gentle kiss on Roman's forehead, then said,

"It'll be okay Princey. You know Virgil isn't one for grudges, so I'm sure you can still be friends. As for relationships, you could....." Roman didn't quite catch the last part of what Patton was saying, mainly because he mumbled it and looked away.

"What was that last part? Patton?" He was confused, but also hopeful. Patton was a wonderful person, and would surely know what to do in this case. Patton cleared his voice, and took a deep breath.

"You could be in a relationship with me! That's what I said..." Patton looked at Roman long enough to say the first sentence, but didn't want to see Roman's face once he finished the last one.

Roman's heart mended and melted at the same time. Patton was so adorable and cared for Roman enough to have feelings for him. It was completely endearing to Roman. But he had to make sure that he was taking this the right way.

"You.....like me? Like, like me like me?" Roman didn't want to be too hopeful, but he likes Patton too. As much as he likes Virgil(cause you can like 2 people at once fight me). Patton, still not looking at Roman, nodded and curled in lips. He was bracing himself for rejection, eyes closed tight, but wasn't prepared for Roman to cup his cheek that was still facing him.

"Aw, Pat. I like you too. Like you like you. You are absolutely adorable," he paused, "And you can look at me now, darling." Patton uncurled his lip and looked at Roman, with big eyes. A tear leaked out of his left eye, and he was quick to wipe it away, even though he knew Roman already saw it.

"Oh, come now. No need for crying. Only love in here." He pointed at his heart. "And in here." He rested his hand on Patton's chest.

Patton smiled big, and pulled Roman into a even bigger hug. They hugged for a minute, before Roman pulled his face away from Patton's chest and giving him a short and sweet kiss on the lips.

A wonderful end to a heart breaking experience.

Hope you like this as much as I liked writing it! This ship is probably my favorite out of all of them. Both to read and write.

Please request some ships, I would love to do lots of them!

Here is a link to the book if you want to check it out.

1151 words.

Bye!

[askthetotallynotsquad]

if rich and Jeremy won't have a fun and chill hangout can Brooke and Michael have a fun and chill hangout??

Jeremy: well I’m sorry I don’t want to get shipped with HIM-

Brooke: oooo okay!

Michael: brookeeee we can watch hallmark

Brooke: of course!

Rich: okay I'll leave now but Jeremy I'm low-key offended

Michael: Brooke lets go to my epic house

Brooke: I’ve never been to your house! This should be fun!!

Michael: my mothers will be very excited I’m finally bringing a girl over

Brooke: oooo! I’d love to meet them!

Michael: you should be very scared

Brooke: well I bet they’re very nice

Michael: they’re too nice

-when they get to Michael’s house??-

Brooke: *walks in* ooooo it’s very pretty!

Michael: mOMS I HAVE A FRIEND OVER

Michael’s mom pt. 1: is it jeremy again?

Michael: no mom it’s not jeremy again

Brooke: it’s an actual girl!

Michael’s mom pt. 1: wAIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE GAY? AND DATING JEREMY?

Michael: mom I swear to god it’s my friend Brooke

Brooke: and I’m lesbian!-

Michael: ok we’re gonna go like- watch a movie? in my room? bye mother *wwwalks to the basement door*

Brooke: your room is H U G E!

Michael: yeah- the only other person who’s ever been in my room has been jeremy and my moms- and that’s it- so you’re speciallll?

Brooke: ooooo! So, what movie do you want to watchhhh?

Michael: uh- I dunno- what movies are you into

Brooke: hmmmmmm I like love stories- but I like horror too! But anything works!

Michael: yooo what about hairspray

Brooke: oh yes! I’m so down to watch that- only!, if we can sing

Michael: of course what kind of weirdo wouldn’t

-in the middle of the movie-

Brooke: *is singing and dancing to Mama I’m a big girl now*

Michael: cAST BROOKE AS EVERYONE IN HAIRSPRAY

Brooke: *actually dying of laughter*

Michael: wOO

Brooke: where’s your bathroom *still laughing* I might pee myself!

Michael: shoot don’t do that that’s groSS

Brooke: well where’s your bathroom? *laughing ha*

Michael: up the stairs- the door is like- next to the kitchen table

Brooke: okay! I’ll be right back! *runs upstairs and accidentally bumps in the Michael’s mom pt.1* oh my gosh I’m so sorry!

Michael’s mom pt. 1: sooo... are you dating my son?

Brooke: oh! Nononono

Michael’s mom pt. 1: are you sure? I hear a lot of noise coming from down there

Brooke: *almost laughs* I was singing from the movie we were watching- and besides and respect all facts that he is dating Jeremy

Michael’s mom pt. 1: that’s what I said to my boyfriend in high school when actually I was gay and cheating on him with a girl

Brooke: o-oh- well I’m not dating your son, he is very nice tho

Michael’s mom pt. 1: hmmmm.. *shuffles away*

Brooke: okay then- *uses the bathroom and walks back to the Michael’s room and sits next to him* your mom thinks we’re dating-

Michael: *the movie ended so now he’s playing epic™️ video games* but I’m dating my boyfriend-?

Brooke: that’s what I said- she said she “heard noises”

Michael: the fuck??

Brooke: exactly??

Michael: ughhh my mom is an idiot *plays some epic minecraft*

Brooke: I bet she hears noises when Jeremy is here *laughs*

Michael: obviously he’s so hot

Brooke: *slowly claps*

Michael: *hahahahaha giggles uwu* *epic minecrafting* do you wanna like- play Minecraft with me?

Brooke: sure! And do you mind if I sleepover? It’s so boring at my house

Michael: oh sure as long as my mom doesn’t think we’ll do the do’s *casually gives Brooke an epic controller*

Brooke: why the hell-

Michael: she’s a weirdo

Brooke: this is gonna be my first sleepover!! * v excited*

Michael: should you like uh- call your parents? I dunno that’s what jeremy always does-

Brooke: oh- right! *calls up her parents*

-after Brooke calls her parents-

Brooke: they said I could as long as we don’t do the do’s-

Michael: iM GAY

Brooke: IM LESBIAN

Michael: uGH *jumps onto his bed face first*

Brooke: do you need another Brooke talk?

Michael: *hhhis voice is muffled bc his face is in a pillow oop* mmaybe

Brooke: *sits in his bed and pats the michael* anything I can help with?

Michael: I don’t know Brooke- life is g ross

Brooke: very true, very true

Michael: I just don’t know anymore and that’s disgusting

Brooke: I think I have something to slightly help, c’mon *sits him up*

Michael: *epically fixes his glasses* hhhhuh

Brooke: *takes out le face mask they use every time they hang out*

Michael: OHMYGOD TRENDY VSCO GIRL TIME

Brooke: *laughs* knew it would make you happy! *gives him le package*

Michael: *b ecomes trendy vsco girl*

Brooke: squad goals! Oop be careful! *puts his hair back so it’s doesn’t touch the mask*

Michael: I look so damn hot all the guys will be after me

Brooke: jeremy would be drooling at this point

Michael: yes he would be more attracted to me than his dolphins

Brooke: oh definitely

-10 minuets later-

Brooke: Michael, why did we do this- *is in pain trying to take it off*

Michael: because pain is beauty or something *casually takes off the vsco girl face mask bc epic gamer moment*

Brooke: and this is why you’re my friend- Wait no- best friend!

Michael: I’m honored *bows awkwardly oop*

Brooke: you are an actual goofball

Michael: thank you very much kind maiden

Brooke: you are very welcome kind sir

Michael: ew it’s getting late

Brooke: you can go to sleep if you want

Michael: ew don’t creep around if I do

Brooke: nah I’m probably going to sleep now too- goodnight michaelllllll *lays down on the couch*

Michael: sleep well fair maiden

Brooke: same to you kind sir

Michael: *s leep yeehaw*

Brooke: *sleep..ha*

Morning: hello I’m arrive

Michael: *awoken*

Brooke: *still sleep*

Michael: *epically plays Minecraft on his phone bc he doesn’t wanna awoke Brooke oop*

Brooke: I heard Minecraft *awake v fast*

Michael: o h- it’s on my phoneee?

Brooke: oh...sorry *awkwardly laughs*

Michael: you can play on the tv if you want to *gestures to the epic tv*

Brooke: n-no it’s okay..

Michael: uh- are you okay??

Brooke: yeah!

Michael: okay cool beans *epically minecrafts*

Brooke: *walks over and hugs the michael* I don’t know what’s going on but I felt the need to do this-

Michael: oh that’s fine I like hugs I’m so damn cold all the time *hugs the Brooke ùwú*

Brooke: *laughs* Same

Michael: ugh squad goals

Brooke: what time should I go home?

Michael: whenever- I don’t know

Brooke: *falls off the bed* ouch

Michael: yoooo are you okay??

Brooke: I’m good-

Michael: rrrrad

Brooke: eeeepic

Michael: yooo I wanna be an egirl

Brooke: oooo! I can do your makeup! *runs to her bag and take out this like huge makeup bag thing*

Michael: make me a hot egirl I need to do the hip thing with the skirt

Brooke: I’ll try my best!

-when Brooke finishes doing his makeup??-

Brooke: aaaaand done! Go look

Michael: *l ooks in a mirror??* iM SO HOT HOLY SHIT I NEED A SKIRT NOW I BET I OWN ONE *ddigs through his closet*

Brooke: why would you own a skirt-

Michael: because Jeremy

Brooke: makes sense

Michael: I found it be right back sister *ggggoes to the bathroom to become egirl™️*

Brooke: oh no

Michael: iM AN EGIRL *trips down the stairs* sHIT IM FINE

Brooke: you look so hot oh my god!! Sis, we need to send a picture to Jeremy!

Michael: my phone is on my bed take a picture sister

Brooke: *takes a picture and sends it to jeremy* he’s gonna love this!

Michael: I’m so attractive right now holy lord

Brooke: *claps*

Michael: has he responded yet

Brooke: he said “Brooke what did you do to my boy”

Michael: iM A BIG KID NOW- ohmygod I want heels *runs upstairs to steal his mom’s heels oop*

Brooke: Jeremy is gonna kill you

Michael: *returns* jeremy can suck an egg

Brooke: Michael calm down he’s your boyfriend-

Michael: if we’re being honest he’s sometimes an idiot

Brooke: I mean- true, yes very true

Michael: he’s a very cute idiot

Brooke: *facetimes Jeremy on the Michael’s phone* HI JERRYYYYYY

Jeremy: BROOKE WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM

Michael: jEREMY LOOK IM AN EGIRL

Jeremy: MICHAEL WH- Wait you look really hot oh my god

Michael: JEREMY IS HORNY SOUND THE ALARM

Jeremy: MICHAEL WHY THE HELL- NO

Michael: Jeremy dont try to deny it you know I’m right

Jeremy: STOP

Michael: whyyyy

Jeremy: it’s too hot

Michael: *;)*

Jeremy: *hangs up*

Michael: he’s no fun

Brooke: then why do you date him? *eating a banana*

Michael: because I love him

Brooke: makes sense- want a banana

Michael: nah it’ll mess up my epic egirl look

Brooke: should I make myself an egirl or a soft thing

Michael: what about vsco

Brooke: omg yes!!

-when Brooke finished her vsco outfit-

Brooke: how do I look?

Michael: Chloe could never

Brooke: I should call her!! *calls up the Chloe*

Chloe: Brooke I’m trying to sleep- oH MY GOD YOU LOOK LIKE MY SISTER (apparently Chloe has a sister now)

Brooke: IM TRENDY AND MICHAEL IS AN E-GIRL

Chloe: why do you two always do the dumbest things?? why an egirl?? where did he get the idea to be an egirl??

Brooke: he wanted Jeremy to be horny I don’t know

Chloe: wow kinky- well you two like have fun- since you woke me up I gotta watch my sister now and make sure she doesn’t like- die from too many scrunchies byeee *hangs up djsksn*

Brooke: she didn’t say I love you! How rude

Michael: uGH I’m suing her

Brooke: I am so sad now *falls onto the bed*

Michael: oh noooo whatever will I do *pats the brooke*

Brooke: *fake cries*

Michael: would going out and getting food in our new hip outfits help?

Brooke: HELL YES- LETS GO! *runs upstairs and bumps into the Michael’s mom pt.1 & pt.2* oh hello!

Michael: *runs up the stairs slower bc heels suck egg*

Michael’s mom pt. 1: what is happening

Michael’s mom pt. 2: Michael did you steal my shoes AGAIN?

Brooke: Michael take those off- those are a pain to walk in and if you fall I’ll just say “I told you so”

Michael: nO THEY MAKE ME LOOK HOT AND I WANNA BE TALL

Michael’s mom pt. 2: if you break your ankle I’m not paying the hospital bill *sashays off with Michael’s mom pt. 1*

Brooke: Michael you are a pain sometimes

Michael: I’m aware- it adds to my personality *wwwalks to the epic gamer car*

Brooke: okay then *gets in the car*

Michael: ok where are we off to

Brooke: can we go to Chloe’s house first- I need to get something

Michael: alrighty then *skrt skrts over to Chloe’s house*

Brooke: *runs to the door and knocks* answerrr

Chloe: *epically answers the door* what- oh hi brooke

Brooke: hi! *runs up to le Chloe’s room and takes a hoodie and leaves* thanks! Love you! *gets back in the car*

Michael: okay we good? because like I wanna get chipotle

Brooke: yeah let’s go

Michael: *skrt skrts over to chipotle* mY HOME

Brooke: *walks into epic chipotle with the Michael*

Random lady: awe you two make a perfect couple!

Michael: oh my god shut up lady I’m gay

Lady: *looks at brooke* I understand that you are trans, it’ll be okay, you’ll pass so well as a boy *leaves*

Brooke: wait wha-

Michael: why can’t I have a friend without people thinking I’m dating them gOD

Brooke: seriously-

-at le Brooke’s House bc that’s where they went after??-

Brooke: now we can chill at my house!

Michael: radddd *epically fixes his glasses*

Brooke’s little sister: oooooo is this your boyfrienddddd

Michael: *>:(* eVEN CHILDREN *angrily spins with his epic egirl skirt*

Brooke: no it’s not, I have a girlfriend! *bring Michael in her room and locks the door* sorry about her, she’s really annoying

Michael: if we’re being honest, almost everyone today has been annoying

Brooke: except for you! Anyways, what do you want to do? We could just order pizza or sushi and chillax

Michael: I dunno uh- we can like- watch a horror movie-? and eat food? that sounds rad I guess

Brooke: okie dokie! I’ll go eat some snacks! *runs downstairs*

Brooke’s sister: sooooo, who are you?

Michael: I’m a person. Who are you?

Brooke’s sister: I’m a human who breathes air. So if you’re not her boyfriend are you gay or something

Michael: if I’m not her boyfriend that automatically makes me gay? Wow rude

Brooke’s sister: never said that but go off! *walks away*

Brooke: I’m ba!- *gets tripped by her rude sister* ow..

Michael: ew your sister is like a vsco fetus *helps Brooke up bc she fell apparently???*

Brooke: ugh I hate you (insert sisters name) *walks into her room* thanks Michael

Michael: haha yeah I’m super epic

Brooke: *hugs the michael and doesn’t let go....Brooke is having a sad moment*

Michael: is something wrong?? *pat pat*

Brooke: she doesn’t leave me aloneeeeee *sob*

Michael: it’s okay-? I’m the worst at this- *pppat*

Brooke: it’s okay *smiles at the michael*

Michael: ccccool *aaaawkward level 100*

Brooke: Michael, why are you getting more awkward around me? If something is wrong you know you can tell me, or Jeremy

Michael: nonono it’s fine I’ve just been thinking over my actions a lot more and it’s making me kinda awkward? Ew I feel like such a jeremy

Brooke: you can go home if you want! You’ve been with me for over 24 hours- I would find myself annoying at this point

Michael: omg you’re not annoying- I’ll leave if you want me to

Brooke: nooooooo! We need to watch Little Shop of Horrors!

Michael: oH RAD

Brooke: *plops on bed*

Michael: *sits next to bbbbrooke*

Brooke: *le epicly falls asleep*

Michael: *pats the Brooke and starts to leave bc n ice dude- oops he bumps into Brooke sister*

Brooke’s sister: watch out (insert bad f word)!

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Hey I saw your ships are open again. I wanted to ask I f you could make me one for Queen and the boharp cast? I am 5’0 black curly locks that go to my mid back, green eyes pale skin and I have lots of earrings and piercings in my ear. I love to play the guitar, singing, listening to music and watching tv shows and movies. I am quite the sassy person, also sarcastic at times but I am also a very good listener and I love to smile and just goof around. Well yeah that’s it I suppose.

Hello!!! Hi sorry this took so long but im HERE NOW gosh i had so many requests before this and i already knew who i wanted to ship you with from the moment I saw this ahhhh

Anyways here goes (it’s all below the cut hehe i dont wanna clog anyones dash)

For BoRhap, I 100% ship you with Joe Mazzello!

Joe is the perfect match for you, just because he can keep up with your wit and humor so well! He loves how sassy and sarcastic you are, and his energy fuels your sharp tongue and goofy sense of humor. 

He loves goofing off more than anything (see above gif), so he’s always trying to embarrass you in public, but you just end up outdoing him anyways.

“Hey, babe, look!” he’d yell almost tauntingly, daring you to look up at him from your phone as you tried to post your picture with Lucy. When you’d look up, he’d be break-dancing rather terribly to the music playing, Ben cheering him on and recording it while simultaneously trying to not die from laughter.

But you wouldn’t be embarrassed - in fact, you’d go in and show him up, stepping between him and Ben’s phone so that you were the main focus instead. He’d try to have a dance battle with you, but would quickly give up once he realized that you were a superior dancer/master at silliness.

Ben’s video would end with Joe picking you up, pretending to be mad and storming off with you as you squealed and laughed in his arms, begging Lucy or Ben, or really anyone to help you.

Speaking of helping, you love helping him catch up on TV shows and movies once he’s been away for a while. Filming takes up a lot of his life once he’s got a job, so he misses out on a lot of good movies and shows when he’s away, which prompted you to start keeping lists of everything he needs to watch once he returns from whatever he’s working on. 

He loves this. A lot. 

What else does he love? You in baseball caps. Whether or not you like baseball, Joe is a big baseball guy, so seeing you in a baseball cap, seated next to him in Yankee or Dodger Stadium? That’s heaven to him. 

He sneaks cute little pictures of you during the game, too. A lot of them. He won’t stop until you’re grinning and trying to take his phone, and even then, he’ll sneak a few more. 

They’re his favorite pictures of you - but he doesn’t post them on social media, preferring to keep them for himself. While Joe Mazzello is no stranger to social media, he feels oddly protective about his pictures of you. He instead saves them for himself, then looks back on them all the time when he’s been away from you for a while.

While we’re on the topic of being away for a while, Joe also has a tendency to ask you for videos of you singing/playing the guitar when he’s been away. Your favorite time was when he was working on BoRhap.

“Just one!” he’d begged, his voice pleading with you over the phone to send him a video of you playing a song, any song. He didn’t even care if it was Wonderwall, or some other overplayed song. “I just want to hear your voice, babe.”

“You are hearing my voice, right now,” you’d giggle, and Joe would groan melodramatically at your cheeky way of turning it around on him. “Alright, alright, give me a minute,” you’d finally assented, Joe cheering on the other side of the phone as you grinned, shaking your head.

Once you’d sent the video, it was a moment before you’d heard back from him, but he also sent a video in response. Clicking on it, you were immediately greeted with the loud sound of him practically yelling in excitement, his face taking up the screen as he situated the phone in his hand so it was easier to hold. 

“You’re a natural!” he’d yelled, and then he’d received a small flick on the ear from an unknown person, who turned out to be Ben once you’d heard his voice admonishing Joe for being so loud while they were filming.

The camera had then turned to Ben, who’d waved and blew a kiss once he realized he was being recorded. 

Joe quickly took the phone back, focusing it on his face again with a faux stern look. “Don’t catch that kiss, babe. Let it fly. Okay, wait, catch this one. I love you. Bye!” He’d then blown you a kiss himself, and the video cut off as you’d seen Ben’s hand come into the frame, grabbing the ‘kiss’ and laughing as Joe yelled in protest.

When it comes to looks, Joe is absolutely obsessed with you. The first time he’d went on a date with you, he’d accidentally admitted that he first noticed you because of your hair and eyes. 

“It was just so striking, I had to get to know you,” he’d said, almost blushing as he recalled the first time he’d met you. You were both at a mutual friend’s party in NYC, and he’d actually gone above and beyond to come talk to you - meaning he nearly tripped over a rug on his way over. 

But he thought you hadn’t noticed, so he wouldn’t tell you that, and you’d never admit that you actually had seen his stumble. You thought his clumsiness was endearing, and it’s the reason you’d entertained his attention in the first place.

“What do you mean by that?” you’d asked, hiding your pleased smile behind your glass of wine as you watched him over the rim. 

“I mean, look at you,” he chuckled, gesturing to you and smiling widely. His eyes, which were always so animated, looked positively enchanted as he looked over you for a second. “You’re beautiful, how could I not be blown away when I saw you? That curly black hair...“ he’d trailed off, dramatically clutching at his chest as he feigned breathlessness. 

That had provoked a delighted giggle out of you, and he’d grinned goofily as he also took a drink of his wine, chuckling at himself.

And that’s how you spend most of your time together. Laughing, because nothing is better for the two of you than the feeling of making each other laugh.

Plus, Joe is damn funny, and so are you. Win-win.

For Queen, I ship you with.... drumroll please.... crickets.... Brian May!

My reasoning? Well, Brian is a bit more reserved than you, and it took him a minute to warm up to you in the beginning. Your sense of humor was a bit more advanced than his was, and he could hardly keep up with your banter, which got him flustered.

“Brian, can you help us out here a bit? You’ve been tuning Red for a fucking hour now, I think it’s good,” Roger had complained, you and him struggling to figure something out on one of the amps in the studio since John had stepped out. 

Brian had shrugged, setting Red aside and joining you two in your pondering of what the hell was going wrong. Brian almost jumped when you spoke, it was so quiet between the three of you.

“She, Rog,” you’d chastised, giving Brian a knowing look. But Brian had no idea what the hell you were talking about, and he cocked his head to the side as he looked at you curiously. “It’s a she.”

“What’s a she?” Brian had asked, completely forgetting about what Roger had just said moments ago. “The amp?”

“No, silly, Red,” you’d laughed, making Brian blush lightly as he felt like an idiot once he remembered Red, sitting back on the couch. “I reckon Red is a she, just like boats are shes. I call my guitar a she. You’ve got to treat your women right, Rog.”

“Um, yeah,” Brian stuttered out, almost confused by what was taking place. He wasn’t quite on your level, but that was okay, because Roger wasn’t either.

“What are you on about?” Roger had asked, shaking his head and not really wanting an answer. 

But he got one anyways. 

“Oh, I guess you wouldn’t know about that, would you? Treating women with care?” you’d taunted. Brian snorted and covered his mouth as Roger had protested weakly, but from then on, Brian began to appreciate your quick comebacks and seemingly unending stream of jokes.

On the other hand, he really loves that you can sit back and listen to his rants when he needed to vent. Brian is an emotional type of man, but he’s not great at expressing his frustrations in the heat of the moment, which makes him even more frustrated with himself and leads to the bottling up of his feelings until his breaking point.

The night he’d realized he’d fancied you, he was at one of those breaking points. You were both hanging around the van, the other boys still fooling around at the pub after the gig. Brian had left early, annoyed by a spat with Roger earlier that hadn’t been resolved due to poor communication. You were already on the van, sleeping in the backseat up against the opposite window when he’d climbed in.

“Oh, sorry, love, did I wake you? Shit,” he’d muttered, sitting seat across the row of seats from you when you sat up halfway to rub your eyes, still drowsy and bleary with sleep. It was awkwardly cramped in the back, and his knees were almost up to his chest as he sat there, not sure how to position himself. You remained draped across the seat, your feet resting just next to his side

“No, no, it’s alright,” you’d murmured, stretching before looking over at him and finding that he looked a bit annoyed. “You alright?” you’d asked, turning on your side and patting the seat in front of you, offering a more comfortable spot for him.

He’d obliged, laying down in front of you and letting you be the big spoon as he sighed. “I’m just pissed off, Roger doesn’t understand what I’m trying to say half of the time...”

And from there, he’d ranted for at least an hour, barely pausing to hear your input before going on. You’d listened the entire time, nodding and playing with his hair as you did so. And when he’d run out of words to say, he finally noticed that you were braiding his hair, still attentively waiting for him to speak.

“I’m sorry if I bored you,” he’d almost cringed, biting his lip as he turned on his side so he was looking up at you. You laughed softly, readjusting so that you were comfortable laying on your side next to him, and you’d dropped the braid as you’d propped your head up on your hand.

“Well, you want to know what I think?” you’d asked, Brian nodding quickly and staring up at you as you started in with your advice for him.

The entire time you’d spoke, he’d been staring at different things, admiring you. 

He admired the way your green eyes flitted around the van as you spoke, as if you were looking for the right words to say, then plucking them out of the air in that small, cramped van and putting them to use.

Also, he admired the glint of the moonlight on your piercings. Although he wasn’t a big piercing man himself, he loved them on you. In that moment, he’d realized that they only added to your beauty, which was already very present.

He’d taken a small strand of your hair in his hand as you spoke, admiring the way your skin contrasted so greatly with your hair, and he also appreciated that he wasn’t the only person having to deal with curly hair. 

Once you were done speaking, he’d smiled toothily. “You know, for someone who’s always got something sarcastic on the tip of their tongue, you sure do give good advice.”

You’d smiled at that, and that smile was what had gotten him, hook, line, and sinker. 

“Hey, no making out in the van unless it’s me!” Roger had yelled suddenly, throwing open the door as he crawled in, making his way on top of you two, and you’d both laughed loudly as a drunk Roger shoved his way between the two of you, making Brian nearly fall to the floor.

What a shit.

[turtle-steverogers]

Fugitives- Chap 2

Oooof the plots starting.

Ship: Eventual Ralbert

Warnings: Depictions of injuries, mentions of drugs, mentions of vomit and burns

Albert and Race entered Jacobi’s about twenty minutes later, both slightly out of breath from rushing there. The had lost track of the police after a few blocks, but were still wary as they continued along the busy streets. As Albert had predicted, there were only a couple other patrons milling about inside. Jacobi, the manager and head cook of the establishment, waved to Albert as he walked in, who in turn waved back with a smile. Race pulled his hood up, pointedly keeping his head bowed as they took a seat in the booth furthest to the back of the restaurant.

“You do realize that makes you look even more suspicious, right?” Albert said, taking a menu out of its holder and scanning the options.

Race took a menu as well, “Yeah, but I can’t have anyone recognize me.”

“I understand that,” Albert said, “But having your hood up basically screams criminal.”

Race snorted, “You seem oddly at peace with the fact that you’re having lunch with someone who quite literally dragged you along with him as he ran from fucking police officers.”

Albert shrugged, “You’re intriguing and my life’s boring. You seemed like a good opportunity for some excitement.”

Race looked up from his menu and searched Albert’s eyes before saying, “I don’t understand you.”

Albert smirked, “I could say the same about you.”

They broke eye contact when Jacobi came over to give them glasses of water and take their orders. Race ordered a Reuben with a side of fries and Albert settled for a pastrami sandwich. Albert stacked their menus and put them back, then pulled his water glass towards him and fiddled with the straw.

“So,” He said, surveying Race who had since taken down his hood, “That explanation you owe me.”

Race’s eyes darted to the side slightly, something Albert observed he did a lot, “First off, I don’t owe you anything. You chose to question me,” Race picked up his straw wrapper, crumpling it between his fingers. He was nervous, “But, if you must know, I got caught with some heroin on me,” by the tone of his voice, Albert could tell there was more to the story. He waited for Race to continue, but the other man remained silent.

“So...you’re a druggie?” Albert asked slowly.

Race shook his head, “No. The heroin’s not mine, nor is it for me directly.”

“Oh,” Albert said, “Who’s it for then?”

Race flicked the straw wrapper at Albert, who dodged it, “You ask a lot of questions,” he stated, “Is seriously none of this putting you off?”

Albert raised a shoulder, “I mean, it is. But like I said- you’re intriguing.”

Jacobi came back with their food and the two boys dug in. Race devoured his sandwich before Albert could finish even half of his own.

“I take it you were hungry?” Albert asked, popping a fry in his mouth.

Race drank some of his water, then took a bite of his pickle, “I don’t always have time to eat.”

Albert knit his eyebrows together, “Why?”

Race groaned and put his head in his hands, “Dude, oh my god.”

“Fine, okay,” Albert said, resignation in his voice, “I’ll stop asking questions.”

“Thank you,” Race breathed, “God today’s been weird.”

“You can say that again,” Albert waved Jacobi over and asked for the check, which the older man brought back a moment later, “I take it I’m paying?”

Race grimaced, “Uh, could you? I’m sorry. I was serious earlier when I said I don’t have money right now.”

Albert reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, placing his credit card on top of the bill, “No problem.”

Jacobi took the credit card and went to put the transaction through. When he brought it back, Albert took it, then got up, Race following suit.

“Okay well, this has been interesting for a multitude of reasons,” Albert said, slipping his gloves back on his hands, “But I’m guessing we’re done-”

“I don’t know your name,” Race blurted out suddenly, “I just realized that you literally bought me lunch and I don’t know your name.”

Albert frowned, “Oh, well, can I trust you to know it?”

Race considered this, “No, but you know mine.”

“That’s unsettling,” Albert deadpanned, “But ya know what? Fuck it. My name’s Albert.”

“Albert what?”

“Uhh,” Albert shifted from foot to foot, “I only know your first name, so you only get to know mine.”

Race’s eye twitched slightly, but he didn’t push. They walked towards the exit and paused once they got outside, standing awkwardly for a moment, then Race extended his hand, which Albert shook.

“Thank you for hiding me for a bit,” Race said, “And for lunch.”

“You gonna be okay?” Albert asked, letting go of Race’s hand.

Race shrugged, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Bye, Albert.”

“Bye, Race,” Race offered him a half-smile, then pulled up his hood again and began to walk away briskly, leaving Albert alone in front of Jacobi’s wondering what the hell just happened.

XXX

Albert sat alone in his apartment, eating some leftover pizza he had found in the fridge. His roommate, Elmer, was at his girlfriend’s place for the night, giving Albert some time to himself. He pulled up Netflix and sorted through his recommended list, looking for a new TV series to binge. When he found nothing, he impulsively searched for Phineas and Ferb and clicked on the first episode. The apartment was his for the night, why not indulge himself a little?

He dipped his cold pizza in some ranch- a tradition he’d had for as long as he could remember- and took a satisfied bite as the theme song for Phineas and Ferb played. He was just getting comfortable when he heard rapid knocking at his apartment door. He allowed himself a moment to be annoyed that someone interrupting his alone time, then paused the show and went to answer the door, pizza still in hand.

He opened the door expecting to see Elmer on the other side, claiming he forgot something. But when he saw the person in front of him, he quickly found he was wrong.

“What the fuck,” He said, taking a step back, “How’d you find my place?”

Race was standing in front of him, looking a little more than worse for wear. His jacket was gone and there were several visible rips on his shirt. He had a black eye and cuts were littered across his arms and face. He was looking at the ground and Albert could see some dried vomit surrounding his mouth.

“Uh, I have sources,” Race mumbled, “Can I please come in?”

Albert was speechless for a moment, “What the fuck,” He repeated.

Race met his gaze for the first time since he’d arrived, “Please? I literally have nowhere else I can go. I swear I’ll be out of your hair after this. I just need to use your first aid kit.”

Albert shook his head and began to close the door, but Race held out a hand to stop him, “You inserted yourself into my life,” Race whispered, frantically, “You insisted to know who I am and why I’m running. You owe me this.”

Albert couldn’t argue with that, so he opened the door wider and stood back to let Race in, “Thank you,” Race said, pushing past Albert, “Uh, where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall, first door on your left,” Albert said, gesturing in that direction, “Go ahead and wash up, I’ll go grab the first aid kit.”

Race nodded and walked towards the bathroom. Albert remained in the entrance hallway for a moment, still stunned. He forced himself to go to his kitchen and placed his pizza on a paper towel before retrieving the first aid kit from the top of the fridge. Then he took an ice pack out of the freezer. A moment later, he heard the bathroom door open and Race entered the kitchen.

“Let’s go to the living room,” Albert said, leading them out of the kitchen, “Go ahead and sit down.”

Race sat wordlessly on the couch and Albert sat facing him on the coffee table. His face, while still bruised, was less bloody than it had been when he first entered and the vomit that had been there previously was gone.

Race huffed out a choked laugh when he looked at the TV, “Are you watching Phineas and Ferb?”

“Shut up, it’s a good show,” Albert handed him the ice pack, which he held up to his eye gingerly, “Drug deal gone wrong?” Albert asked, unzipping the first aid kit and taking out some alcohol pads.

“Something like that,” Race said, taking one of the alcohol pads Albert was holding out for him. He placed the ice pack on the couch next to him and began cleaning the cuts on his arm. Albert didn’t say anything further and watched as Race took a bandage out of the first aid kit and lifted his shirt to wrap his torso, which had several gashes in it. Albert frowned when he spotted what looked like a burn on Race’s side.

“Whoa, hey,” He murmured, reaching out to stop Race’s hand so he could get a better look, “You’re burned.”

“Wait, Albert-” Race tried to pull away, but it was too late. Albert already had a good view of the injury. It looked more like a brandish than a burn and Albert recognized it immediately. It was a small picture of the Brooklyn Bridge, surrounded by the outline of flames. The letter ‘P’ was printed in bold on the middle pillar. The symbol belonged to the Prospect Gang of Brooklyn. One of the two biggest and most dangerous gangs in New York City, only rivaled by the Empire Gang, which was mainly based in Manhattan. The two gangs were notorious for their competition- constantly at war over drug dealing territory and who would hold control over the other three boroughs. Albert had seen more than a few news stories about pedestrians who were killed at the hands of the two gangs after finding themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The burn looked fresh, like it had been done within the last hour. It was starting to blister and Albert could already tell it’d leave a scar. He swallowed, feeling cold fear run down his spine. He slowly looked up at Race, who was staring at the burn with wide eyes.

“So I take it you’re not just a drug dealer?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Race flinched at his words and flicked his eyes over to Alberts, “No.”

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[parkersenses]

The History of Us

Fandom: Marvel Ship: Peter Parker x Reader Requested: Yes (I have a request for a prompt idea when you get the chance. If you could do 60. "Happy Birthday" and 37. "Can i kiss you?" where the reader's birthday is today but the one person they thought would remember (peter) forgot because of avenger stuff. The reader ends up getting into a situation and Spider-Man saves them. You can reword or change anything you like. Also im requesting this cause my birthday is Sep. 23rd) Genre: Neutral?? Warnings: Mentions of Food, Break-Ins, Kissing A/N: This was requested by @frappichino23 a few days ago so I pushed it up on my request list to post it today!! Happy Birthday, my dude!!

You were always one of those kids who looked forward to their birthday– what kid wasn’t like that? You would prepare days in advance for the day, planning out your outfit and your plans for the day. You would give your parents a list of what gifts you wanted nearly months beforehand, and you even added the flavor cake you wanted onto it as well.

It stuck with you as you grew up. You turned ten, and you knew exactly what outfit you would be wearing a week before the day even came. You turned fourteen, and you began to plan your sixteenth birthday party. And when the day came two years later, it was perfect. All that planning had paid off. 

And still at eighteen, you were excited. It was your senior year of high school, and having to go to school on your birthday wasn’t the greatest option, but you stuck through it. You knew your friends would be waiting for you to wish you a ‘happy birthday’, and they would surely have a cupcake for you at lunch, just like they did every year. 

You were most excited to see Peter. He was always so enthusiastic about your birthday, possibly even more so than you were. On your sixteenth, he had made you dozens of cupcakes to spell out ‘Sweet Sixteen’ for you when you got home from school. Shortly after that day, he told you his secret. And on your seventeenth birthday, he let you wrap your arms tightly around him as he swung the two of you from skyscraper to skyscraper. He had landed on the top of one where you found a picnic already set up. 

It was by far the best birthday you had ever had. And you were looking forward to see how Peter would help you celebrate this year.

So when you walked into the cafeteria that day to your normal table to see your friends there without Peter, well, you could say you were a bit disappointed.

“Where’s Peter?” You asked as you sat down to a cupcakeless table in front of you. (You knew Peter was always the one to supply the cupcake.)

“Happy birthday!” Ned, Michelle, and Gwen all shouted at you, smiling. They ignored your question, but you smiled lightly in response.

“Thanks, guys,” you said, digging your phone from your bag to text Peter.

“He hasn’t answered any of our texts,” Ned said as you saw you do this, and you immediately frowned. You texted him nevertheless and waited for his response. The lunch bell rang for you to go back to class, and his response never came. Neither did the cupcake.

You pretended to be okay with it. It was fine; he was only one person. All your other friends had been there, had wished you a ‘happy birthday.’ It was fine, and you were fine. So why were you feeling so upset as you walked home later in the day?

You couldn’t help but hope to see Peter standing inside your house with something, like  tower of cupcakes, when you opened the door. But it wasn’t the image you were met with. You gasped as you saw your furniture flipped in every which way, glass shattered on the ground from vases and mirrors around the living room. You closed the door silently behind you, taking out your phone and dialing the police with one hand. You hovered your finger over the call button as you took another step into the house. 

You turned into the hallway towards the stairs where you saw picture frames knocked onto the ground, the frames broken in half. You bit your lip, looking at the photo of you and Peter on your sixteenth birthday. The two of you were kneeling in back of the cupcake-made words, smiling brightly with your arms around each other.

You would have to buy a new frame. 

A clattering upstairs made you jump. You weren’t sure if you should’ve just called the police right then and there, or if you should’ve gone to investigate the noise. But wanting to take the safer road, you quietly made your way back down the stairs and back outside as you pressed the call button.

The police arrived almost ten minutes later, and you had been watching your front door from across the street with wide eyes the entire time. You waited for someone to come out, or for something to happen, but nothing did. You called Peter as you stared, begging for him to pick up, but your heart dropped when you heard his voicemail begin.

“Hey, Pete,” you sighed into the phone shakily. “I called the police first because I figured that was the logical thing to do, and you haven’t picked up your phone today, so.”

You heard the sirens in the background and hurried your words. “I think someone’s in my house. The whole place is wrecked; everything is knocked over and shattered. I’m waiting across the street for someone to come. I’m okay, though, so don’t worry. Bye, Peter.”

The police cruisers parked in front of you, and the officers jumped out of their cars seconds after. “Which house is it, Miss?” One asked as they stared at you, leaning against the concrete sidewalk.

You pointed across the street to your home, and you wondered what they would find as they ran across the street and into the house. You saw a few of them pull out their guns, making you more worried. A few minutes later, you could hear yelling. You weren’t sure what they were saying. 

“(Y/N)!” You heard someone yell, and you jumped, turning your head in the direction of the voice. You felt the relief flood into you as you saw the red suit make its way towards you. 

“Hi,” you breathed out, looking up at him from where he stood in front of you. “The police are inside now.”

He nodded and looked towards the house, taking a step towards it. He looked at you once more before running to the house. “I’ll just be a minute.”

And he was right, when only a short minute later, the police were leading a mask-clad man out of your house. There were webs all over him. Spiderman followed behind them, walking nonchalantly with his arms crossed. You snorted when the police officers thanked him, and he nodded stiffly. 

You stood up from the sidewalk when the officers gave you the go-ahead, and you walked up to Peter across the street. “Wanna come inside with me?”

“Yeah,” he responded quickly, and you knew he was blushing under the mask when you rose an eyebrow at him. The two of you made it into your house again, and you sighed when you looked at the damage once more.

“Where were you today?” You asked, trying to distract yourself as you examined the now empty walls.

“Avenger stuff,” he mumbled, looking around, just as distraught as you. This was a second home to him; you knew he hated to see it torn up. “Some alien people, I don’t even know. Mr. Stark needed my help. It was a tough one, but we got them all in the end.”

“That’s good,” you nodded, and you looked over at him. “Did you get hurt?”

He shrugged, slipping the mask off of his face. He didn’t seem to have any bruises on his face, rendering you surprised. It was unordinary for him to have an injury-free face. “I got thrown around a bit, but I’m fine. I always am.”

You nodded once more as you walked up the stairs, keeping your eyes away from the damaged picture of you and Peter. You silently wondered when he would remember. You were almost afraid to walk into your bedroom as you opened the door slowly, holding your breath. You pushed the door open, peeking your head in slightly. You sighed in relief when you saw everything intact; the thief must have planned to go into your room last.

You moved to sit on your bed, slouching and putting your face into your hands. This wasn’t at all how you imagined your day going. You heard Peter take a seat next to you, and he softly rested a hand on your back, rubbing circles onto it. It barely calmed you.

“Today’s my birthday,” you finally said, voice cracking. You felt Peter’s hand stiffen on your back. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, so you looked up from your hands; his face crumpled.

“What?” He asked, although you knew he heard you. “That’s not- what’s today’s date? I swear-”

“It’s today, Peter,” you cut him off, and he bit his lip, shaking his head.

“(Y/N)-”

“Can you leave?” You asked, looking away from him. You heard the hitch in his breath, and worked harder to keep your gaze off of him. “I know I called you, but I just want to be alone right now.”

He stayed beside you for a few more moments before standing up. “Okay,” he whispered, and he moved towards the door. He stopped before he closed the door behind him.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N),” he said. 

You curled into yourself when you heard the click of the lock.

It wasn’t a happy birthday at all.

You didn’t go to school the next day. You were too exhausted from the day before to talk to anyone, or to have to deal with seeing Peter’s face. You knew he didn’t mean to do anything wrong, but in your eyes, the person you were looking forward to seeing most on your birthday was the one who didn’t even remember.

Your phone rang with a text at five o’clock in the evening, and you hesitated on looking at it. You didn’t want it to be Peter, but in some odd way, you hoped he would be the one reaching out. You grabbed the phone from your nightstand before you could second-guess yourself.

Peter: Meet me at the park in a half an hour. Please come.

You bit your lip. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see him. You wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day. But your heart got the best of you, and you got up to change into more presentable clothes. 

As you walked out of your front door, you took your phone out of your pocket and dialed the police. You hovered your finger over the call button; you had gotten so much more paranoid than usual after yesterday’s events. Arriving at the park a few short minutes later, you were met with darkness.

“Peter?” You called out hesitantly, holding your finger closer over your phone. 

All of a sudden, the whole park lit up in front of you. The trees were covered in white lights, lanterns hanging from a few branches. There were arches of webs hanging from tree to tree, and you laughed lightly. They were glowing, and you wondered if Peter had made a new web concoction just for you. 

And standing under one of the arches, there he was. He wore a suit, a striking opposite to his usual one, with a dress shirt and a bowtie. You felt the smile light up your face just as much as the lights around you glimmered.

“Hi,” he spoke shyly, and both of you took a few steps towards each other.

“Hi,” you responded, just as shy. “What is all this?”

“I, um,” he looked around, cheeks growing red. “I owed you this.”

You shook your head, letting out a breath. “Peter-”

“Don’t talk yet,” he interrupted you, looking back into your eyes. “I had a plan, for your birthday,” he broke out into a bashful smile. “I would do this, hang all the lights around and some flowers that I had bought a few days ago. But the flowers are all wilted now, so I obviously had to improvise.”

He motioned to the webs above you, and you laughed softly again at the sight of them. They may have looked ridiculous, but they made your heart warm. It showed how much he cared about this, about you. 

“And then we’d sit under the gazebo in the middle of the park,” you looked towards it, but it was hard to see. It wasn’t lit up like the rest of your surroundings. “I didn’t have enough time to go get more lights for it, sorry.”

He looked bashful again, and you shook your head once more. “Don’t be. This is beautiful, Peter.”

“I’m not done,” he said, a smile to his lips, and an eyebrow raised on his forehead. 

“Okay, okay, go on,” you laughed. 

“Um,” he stopped smiling to look nervous, and you tilted your head slightly. “And then I’d take your hand in mine,” he took more steps towards you, stopping with only a small amount of space between you. 

You held your breath as he slowly, softly put his hand in yours. You let him slide his fingers between yours, and you felt the warmth in your chest grow. You wondered where he was going with this, and you tried not to let your hope get the best of you.

“And then I’d tell you,” he hesitated after he spoke, nervously looking at you. He took a deep breath before speaking again, and you felt your heart beat rapidly inside your chest. “And then I’d tell you that I love you.”

You breathed in deeply after he said the words, and for some reason, tears crowded in your eyes. You couldn’t believe he had just spoken the words, the words that you had been begging to hear from him for ages. 

“You love me,” you asked, although it didn’t sound like a question.

“I love you,” he breathed out, looking relieved to finally say it, but at the same time, he looked immensely nervous for your response. “And not like, as a friend, like in-”

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, laughing as you did so. And somehow, you didn’t feel nerves as you waited for his answer. You saw his nerves disappear as well as he smiled. 

“Yes,” he said eagerly, taking your other hand in his. And then you leaned forward as he did, and your lips touched. You felt the relief seep into you as you pressed yourself closer to him. 

And maybe your birthday wasn’t the greatest this year, but this day would forever go down in your history.

****************** I hope you like it, @frappichino23!! I was writing it quickly to get it done by today, so I’m sorry if it’s a bit messy!! Requests are open :)

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[deanandcastrash]

guys, the weirdest thing happened today

so i was taking the practice ACT and in the reading part, there was this passage. and as i began to read it, only into the first few sentences, this  feeling washed over me like i had wrote this before, and i continued to read and i seriously thought that it was my writing.

so i skipped to this part where i knew a character name would be, but the name was different. i glanced at the copyright and it said 1957.

so i read the whole thing and was shook.

it was a bit different from my own, but it wasssss sooooo simmiiillaar.

look, ill show you cause thats how shook i am.

the passage was adapted from the essay “Just This Side of Byzantium” by Ray Bradbury

here are the first few sentences of it:

“I began to learn the nature of surprises, thankfully, when I was fairly young as a writer. Before that, like every beginner, I thought you could beat, pummel, and thrash an idea into existence. Under such treatment, of course, any decent idea folds up its paws, turns on its back, fixes its eyes on eternity, and dies.“

Now, here are the few sentences of mine (which is part of a fanfic i posted on tumblr 5 months ago. heres a link to the post )

“Being a writer, forcing ideas into the world came naturally, and it was a bad habit that Castiel had to learn how to break. When he was younger-a young writer-Castiel used to think something so far out there was great, and he would force it into words, onto a page that it didn’t fit. Those ideas would turn into these rabid monsters, clawing at the page, chewing up each letter of each word between their sharp teeth. He knew he had to learn to let it come naturally, but he didn’t know exactly what that consisted of. He didn’t know how to do that.”

we both used personification, giving a thing-an idea-living characteristics. we both had young writer characters. (im bolding the parts that are similar.)

heres the rest of bradburys (this is passage a, there was also a passage b that i will get to later)

“ It was with great relief, then, that in my early twenties I floundered into a word-association process in which I simply got out of bed each morning, walked to my desk, and put down any word or series of words that happened along in my head. 

I would then take arms against the word, or for it, and bring on an assortment of characters to weigh the word and show me its meaning in my own life. An hour or two hours later, to my amazement, a new story would be finished and done. The surprise was total and lovely. I soon found that I would have to work this way for the rest of my life. 

First I rummaged my mind for words that could describe my personal nightmares, fears of night and time from my childhood, and shaped stories from these.

Then I took a long look at the green apple trees and the old house I was born in and the house next door where lived my grandparents, and all the lawns of the summers I grew up in, and I began to try words for all that.

I had to send myself back, with words as catalysts, to open the memories out and see what they had to offer.

So from the age of twenty-four to thirty-six hardly a day passed when I didn’t stroll myself across a recollection of my grandparents’ northern Illinois grass, hoping to come across some old half-burnt firecracker, a rusted toy, or a fragment of letter written to myself in some young year hoping to contact the older person I became to remind him of his past, his life, his people, his joys, and his drenching sorrows.

Along the way I came upon and collided, through word-association, with old and true friendships. I borrowed my friend John Huff from my childhood in Arizona and shipped him East to Green Town so that I could say good-bye to him properly.

Along the way, I sat me down to breakfasts, lunches, and dinners with the long dead and much loved.

Thus I fell into surprise. I came on the old and best ways of writing through ignorance and experiment and was startled when truths leaped out of bushes like quail before gunshot. I blundered into creativity as any child learning to walk and see. I learned to let my senses and my Past tell me all that was somehow true.”

mine:

“One morning, after many countless nights sitting behind a blinking cruiser, Castiel got up out of bed, turned on his computer, and wrote the first thing that came to his mind and everything that came to his mind until he had a string of words lines long in front of that blinking cruiser. He wrote mostly of his life, things that meant a lot to him. It was the most fun to write about. It surprised him so much-that he had written so much-that he knew that this is what he must do. This was the only natural thing he knew to write. 

So every morning for quite a few years, Castiel would get up and sit behind the computer. Sometimes for hours, sometimes for just a few minuets, and he would write about everything that came to his mind (or mostly everything).

Once he got better at writing; once he felt more confident, he would stare at a word on the page and weigh it down with his arms, his arms that carried his life- his memories.

He picked the words that could support the weight. He picked the words that could handle the pressure.

Soon though, Castiel began losing the details of his childhood. He couldn’t remember his beloved cats name he had through middle school.

So, one morning, sitting behind his computer screen, behind that blinking cruiser, Castiel took a trip to his grandparents house back in Kansas.

He walked up to the front lawn. He felt the grass in his fingers. He walked inside, and he didn’t look at the neighbors house next door.

Each morning, Castiel explored each room. He looked desperately for some old toys he might have left behind, or some forgotten memories.

Each morning, Castiel took a trip to the place he used to call home.

It had been months, and Castiel had only found a few things that he hadn’t expected; only small surprises had occurred recently. Nothing big enough to satisfy his writer needs.

It had been several months more before Castiel gave in. He wasn’t going to find any bigger surprise than the thing he was sure he was hiding.

One morning, when Castiel woke up, his black hair littered with gray, his eyes once a bright blue and full with life, now dull and dark, he sat behind his computer for the first time in years. He stared at the blinking cruiser before him.

Castiel had stopped writing. He had stopped trying to remember specific details because there was this one huge detail that was always getting in the way. But this morning, for some reason, was different.

Castiel closed his eyes, and he typed.

Cas took a trip to his grandparents house, but once he got there, he knocked on the neighbors door.”

UM WOW. WOW. okay this is was more exciting for me than it is for you because i wrote this but still. i know so many people have written so many things that some ought to be similar, but still. this is cra

passage b is the memory that he makes up from ‘visiting’. its written like its actually happened. here it is (by bradbury)

“The facts about John Huff, aged twelve, are simple and soon stated. He could pathfind more trails than anyone since time began, could leap from the sky like a chimpanzee from a vine, could live underwater two minutes and slide fifty yards downstream from where you last saw him. The baseballs you pitched him he hit in the apple trees, knocking down harvests. He ran laughing. He sat easy. He was not a bully. He was kind. He knew the names of all the wild flowers and when the moon would rise and set. He was, in fact, the only god living in the whole of Green Town, Illinois, during the twentieth century that Douglas Spaulding knew of. And right now he and Douglas were hiking out beyond town on another warm and marble-round day, the sky blue blown-glass reaching high, the creeks bright with mirror waters fanning over white stones. It was a day as perfect as the flame of a candle. 

Douglas walked through it thinking it would go on this way forever. The sound of a good friend whistling like an oriole, pegging the softball, as you horsedanced, key-jingled the dusty paths; things were at hand and would remain. 

It was such a fine day and then suddenly a cloud crossed the sky, covered the sun, and did not move again. 

John Huff had been speaking quietly for several minutes. Now Douglas stopped on the path and looked over at him. 

“John, say that again.” 

“You heard me the first time, Doug.” 

“Did you say you were—going away?”

John took a yellow and green train ticket solemnly from his pocket and they both looked at it. 

“Tonight!” said Douglas. “My gosh! Tonight we were going to play Red Light, Green Light and Statues! How come, all of a sudden? You been here in Green Town all my life. You just don’t pick up and leave!” 

“It’s my father,” said John. “He’s got a job in Milwaukee. We weren’t sure until today . . . ” They sat under an old oak tree on the side of the hill looking back at town. Out beyond, in sunlight, the town was painted with heat, the windows all gaping. Douglas wanted to run back in there where the town, by its very weight, its houses, their bulk, might enclose and prevent John’s ever getting up and running off.”

splendid. mine is written with two parts as well, but its wayy longer. so ill just add the first few sentences.

“Dean Winchester was just about the worst behaved seventeen year olds to live in Lawrence Kansas, and Lawerence was a big city. He walked big and acted bigger. He did the normal rebellious teenage number, you know, stealing things from the gas station and keying peoples cars. Getting and giving illegal tattoos. Most people saw him for just that, a teenage guy who smokes, skips school, and gives no shits, but when Castiel met him back when he was only a twelve year old shy-guy, he saw him for who he really was. 

Dean loved his brother more than he loved himself, and he would do anything for him, and even though Castiel was three-and-a-half months older than Dean, he looked up to him because of it.  

Castiel knew who he really was, and even as they began to drift apart and Dean started wearing too much flannel and listening to so much rock and put on this persona that was oh-so familiar to his dad, Castiel still remembered who he was.

 Castiel was still his best friend, even though he wrote as many words as Dean listened to in his music, and owned as many scratchy green and purple sweaters as Dean had green and purple flannel.Castiel was actually wearing his greenest sweater when he knocked on Deans door after school one day, and he grinned when he saw him. 

“Hey, Cas. Been a while.”

“Well, if you went to school it wouldn’t seem so long.”

“Yeah, well, that school thing really isn’t my thing.”

“Too bad.”Dean nodded and grinned at his sweater again. 

“Let’s go somewhere, yeah?”

“Sure.” Castiel shrugged and watched as Dean yelled inside to tell his brother he would ‘be out with Cas for a while’.

Cas followed Dean to his car and he started it up and drove out of the driveway. Things were a lot different from what they were when they were twelve.”

but yeah. a destiel fic so similar to short writing by the guy who wrote fahrenheit 451. im shook.

tell me what you think of this. is this some cool phenomenon that has a name?

[cleverlemon]

hello

i know no one is really going to see this but i think that’s why i’m writing it and therefore, i shall continue.

i’m just your typical teenage nightmare, no ones really typical though (as if any of us are similar enough to set a mold) so scratch that. i’m simply a female of the younger variety, waddling along through life without an inkling of direction.

because i like to imagine /someone/ in this vast universe is reading this, i’ll tell the disinterested masses a bit about myself; i make momentary decisions and act on them presently (probably the only time i’m productive or decisive), im rather impatient and quick to judge (im a fucking angel, i know). but wait, don’t throw me to satan just yet. i’m decent with advice, actually i’d like to think i’d make a half baked therapist, i’ve sure seen enough if then to know how it works. i like writing lengthy meaningless things and licking the little lemon slices that come with your water at restaurants. i like baking and the scent of cinnamon. i consume tea and orange juice in copious, and frankly unhealthy, amounts. i like to think i’m intelligent and mature but my ability to find sexual innuendos and puns in just about anything tells me otherwise. but that’s okay, it means i have more fun. im relatively annoying and obsessed with just about every gay ship that’s out there (drarry, andriel, solangelo, destiel, johnlock; just to name a few). i like when people use the word surreptitious, i hate chewing and i like sipping wine from crystal glasses like i’m high society. i have an affinity for books, yes, dear old books; how i love them so. have you ever read a book and just thought, “my, i’d like to live inside this story forever.” well i have, quite often actually, i think i’d take just about any story over the one i’m in now.

le cri, this is quickly turning into a diary which i’m sure you all know spells boring. (sorry). i promise to quit it soon and to those who have hung in there thanks a bunch. i just finished telling my sister she should bye her boyfriend a cactus and tell him to sit on it but that’s a story for another day (now that i think about it, i’d feel worse for the cactus).

farewell, my tumblr friends. perhaps i shall soon return to torture you further with rants and the like, i promise to be at least mildly entertaining.

in the mean time, don’t forget, i’m always up to talk; if you ever need an somewhere to vent anonymously i’m here, or just someone to fangirl with. i’ll debate, rant, ship, and much more. so, idk, say ‘hey’ if you get the chance.

—cleverlemon

[addisvnsarchive-blog]

( lindsey morgan , she/her ): addison garcia is a survivor , who is twenty-five years old. she has been part of the saviors for over a year. some say she can be intelligent but can also be rebellious. best to stay on their good side. ( one of negan's wives. )

*uberhaxornova voice* alright helLO ( watch, no one else knows who that is ) i’m caitlyn, ( or cait, it doesn’t matter ) and this is my rought around the edges baby named addison. i’m sUPER excited to be here and i would have had this intro up yesterday but things got hectic around the house and i had to wait :( i have some basic info and stats about her under the cut and a basic af plots page up here! ( i will add more as i think of them, i promise ) if you’d like to plot w her, please just like this or IM me!! i can’t wait to get to plotting w ya’ll.

( tw: mentions of death, weapons, drugs, alcohol & violence. )

BIOGRAPHY

was born in dallas, texas and lived there until she was 17.

lsn ok addi grew up… hella wealthy.. however, that money was not really made legally ??

her parents were a part of the mafia ( or gang, however u wanna phrase it ) and lets just say she didn’t have the most ‘normal’ life growing up bc of if.

even though her parents did that for a living, they tried to keep her and her older brother out of the loop as best as they could, making a life for their kids that was not a life like their own.

however, she knew there was something up at a very young age, there were far too many times where her parents were gone late at night for her not to catch onto their job positions.

but for the longest time, she just told herself they were doing whatever they needed to do to keep her and her brother safe and left it at that.

being the curious person she was, she ended up sneaking out of her first day of class ( i’m talking middle school here ) one day, tracking down her parents car and found a window that was open and listened to the entire conversation about how they needed to end an opposing gang that was treading too close to her parent’s territory. that’s when she found up they were much higher up in rank than she thought.

she kept quite about it for a while, dropping subtle hints here and there until her parents finally caught on. they weren’t even mad that she eavesdropped on their conversation, instead they sat her down at a very young age and explained everything they did and why they needed to do it.

not only that, they started training addi as well, teaching her how to use various weapons, how to pick locks, how to get in and out of places unseen and everything else she would need to know to eventually take their place one day.

much to their surprise, she picked up on these things as easy as it was for her to breathe the air around them. she was a natural born criminal and that made them proud as can be. but she knew she wasn’t the only child they had, so she tarted asking questions.

after asking why her parents weren’t teaching these things to her brother, she found out that his life path was no hat of their parents. her brother had enlisted into the military and after getting shipped away for a while, came back to texas and started training to become a cop.

for a while, she couldn’t understand it, wanted to know why her own brother would be on the side that could potentially lock their parents away for the rest of their lives.

but that didn’t matter, he wasn’t even an official officer when she was pulled out of school only to be told their parents died in a crash. it was almost too much for her to deal with, but it also made it clear to her why her brother chose a different path.

she knew that crashes happened and for a year or so, she lived with that and just wrote it off as an accident. but what people didn’t know was that she’d become really, really good at hacking into people’s information, finding out that her parents weren’t just killed in the crash, they were murdered. the whole thing was a set up.. done by someone below them in ranks that didn’t like the fact they were in power.

this set addi off, making her go into this downward spiral that even her brother couldn’t get her out of.

she went out partying at a young age, started doing drugs.. anything that would make her forget about her parents for a while.

not only did that happen though, she became more and more motivated to take over their legacy, bursting in on one of the mafia’s meetings only to punch the person responsible directly in the face. she thought it would get her killed, and there was a part of her that didn’t care. but it didn’t, in fact it not only scared the other mafia members, but it instilled a respect for her in them that she had gotten from her parents.

things were fine for a while, she was 15 and living with her brother who tried to keep tabs on her as much as he could, but even that didn’t help him when he had a con-artist of a sister who paid people to lie for her about her whereabouts and things like that, but he tried and that was enough for her because it showed that he loved her and cared.

but things changed once again when she turned 16, her own brother catching her trying to steal clothes from the store. needless to say, he was probably a little more harsh on her than he should have been given that it was his sister.. he put her in a cell for a  good three weeks, probation after that and that was when she started to dislike him and his life choices.

after her probation was over, she knew she needed to get out, go somewhere where no one knew her name, no one knew what happened to her parents nor the ties she now had with the same mafia that got her parents killed. so she made the choice to move to georgia. she’d seen articles on it and fell in love so she figured why not?

shortly after that, she found out that she could do dangerous things for a living and basically tried to do anything and everything she could to make sure she got a job as a stunt double.. which she loved more than life and for the first time in her life she felt whole.. safe and completely free.

this however, didn’t last long, as she was quickly made aware of the outbreak that took over most of the country.

in a panic, she was able to contact her brother before everything was cut off, telling him to meet her in georiga. however, her brother never made it and she’s gone on believing that her brother probably didn’t make it, even if she has the tiniest bit of hope he did survive.

thanks to her mother and father, she was able to take care of herself and keep herself safe, but she knew a life alone was not a life to live inn a world full of walkers, so she began searching for a group, finding a few people who were out on a run and asking them if she could stay with them.

to her surprise, they reluctantly took her back with them and not too long after that, she had the title of wife and she was probably one of the few people that didn’t mind it all because she knew it meant she’d be happy, feed and safe.

PERSONALITY

first n foremost… addison has an southern accent, meaning that she tends to jumble words together ok like... forgive her she doesn’t mean to

while addi is sarcastic and blunt, she’s always extremely outgoing and charming when she wants to be.

she normally get along with everyone because she lives her life as chill as she possibly can. sure, there are some people that annoy her but she has never hated anyone other than the person that killed her parents. plus, you can’t really hate people in a world that doesn’t have that many of them left, u know.

loves to party, drink… be wild, do stupid things.

used 2 be that girl that probably sends half nude photos to her friends 2 see if they’re up to par ?? like ‘hey do u think this is good enough 2 send’

extremely reckless.. like probably will try n get people to take her on runs with her because she loves the rush it gives her??

curses like a daMN SAILOR

drinks…. a lot… like….. way more than she should

loves 2 cuddle but also hates it… like she’ll cuddle if she’s drunk or if she’s v close w u but if it’s after a one night stand ( before the outbreak ) she’s like.. lmao no bye

speaking of… she flirts… with everyone....no matter what

wears glasses 2 read, but hates them w a passion so she tries not to use them when she’s in public bc she doesn’t wanna get made fun of??

can cook like a five star chef??

a little guarded at first but once those walls are down, she considers you a friend.

the people she trusts fully though?? shit, she’d do anything and everything for.. like she’d even take a bullet for them ??

sub af & proud.

acts like she’s okay all of the time even if she’s not because she doesn’t want to burden people with her problems, they have enough to deal w as it is.

fluent in quite a few languages.

a burnt cupcake who’s trying

STATS

BASICS

Full Name: Addison Gabriella Garcia. Nickname(s): Addi, Gabs. Age: Twenty-five. Date of Birth: October 31st. Zodiac Sign: Scorpio. Place of Birth: Dallas, Texas. Ethnicity: Hispanic. Nationality: American / Canadian. Gender: Female. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Romantic Orientation: Bisexual. Religion: N/A. Occupation: Stunt Double ( before the out break ), surivior & negan’s wife. Language(s) Spoken: Spanish, French, Welsh, Russian, German, Gaelic, Italian & Japanese Accent: Southern.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Lindsey Morgan. Hair Color: Brown. Eye Color: Brown. Height: 5′ 3″. Weight: 124 lbs. Build: Average. Tattoos: None. Piercings: Left & Right. Distinguishing Characteristics: n/a.

PERSONALITY

Label: The Cataclysmic. Positive Traits: Outgoing, Intelligent, Adventurous. Negative Traits: Reckless, Sarcastic, Flirtatious. Goals/Desires: To survive. Fears: Arachnophobia & Monophobia. Hobbies ( before the outbreak ) : Playing video games, drinking, riding motorcycles / atvs, boxing, reading comic books, watching old movies, cooking and baking. Quirks: Believes in karma, counts stairs when she walks up or down them, fidgets constantly, is extremely flexible, is extremely ticklish, knows how to code websites, knows a lot of useless trivia. Likes ( before the outbreak ) : Makeup, oversized sweaters, dancing, singing, going out, social media, mac n cheese, nighttime, coffee, reading, video games, comic books, netflix marathons, animals, fruits, yoga, nutella, cuddling. Dislikes: being alone, bugs, thunder storms.

FAMILY

Father: Mateo Garcia. ( deceased ) Mother: Marielle Garcia ( deceased ) Sibling(s): Older brother. ( presumably deceased ) Pet(s): None.