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retvenkos · 4 years ago

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"i fell in love with you a lifetime ago”

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BEING DUCKIE AND ANDIE’S BFF AND FALLING FOR DUCKIE??? MY FRIEND, THIS IS GOING TO BE A RIDE...

you, andie, and duckie have been friends for longer than you remember

and for as long as you’ve known him, duckie has been in love with andie

and l o u d l y

it’s just always been knowledge that one day, andie and duckie would be together and you would be the one to tease andie, joking about how there was once a time when she didn’t think it was going to happen, or duckie would eventually move on and it would be something that you and andie could tease him about later, when he had someone of his own

and for a while, pesky little feelings weren’t a problem - duckie and andie were still your friends first and foremost, and nothing would change that

things only started to get bad at the end of junior high and the beginning of high school

all of you were growing up, and love were becoming more defined

and, as always, duckie loved andie and she just didn’t love him back

and you didn’t realize it then, but duckie started to become more important to you

you never really took a side in this whole andie vs. duckie debate, because you knew you didn’t need to - you could talk to duckie about andie and talk to andie about duckie and still have your friendships stay in tact

and with both of them, you talked

every day duckie was obsessing over andie and you gave him advice - give her space, don’t press her about it but remind her you’re always there if you need her, etc.

sometimes you felt like you should write for a magazine, get one of those columns and name it “ask cupid”

and every weekend, andie would joke with you - telling you your efforts to keep duckie on a leash weren’t working, but neither were your attempts at helping him out

“you need to change the advice you’re giving duckie, (y/n), i can’t count how many terrible pick up lines he’s used this week.”

“i told him to give you space!”

“you’re not going to get through to him that way.”

“maybe you need to get a boyfriend and he’ll back off.”

“you really think he would?”

“sure. i mean, he’d be sour about it for weeks, but he’d eventually come around. he loves you, andie - even if that means just being friends.”

and it was a joke, almost, which would happen first - duckie meets someone new, or andie falls in love?

“what do you think, (y/n), what are the odds?”

“i think i’ll die of insanity, first.”

“very funny - but i’ll need you to be alive for our wedding.”

and maybe you started to feel differently about duckie when you started high school - maybe you started to notice how funny he was, how charming he was, how sweet he could be, and...

damnit

you knew that no matter what happened, neither andie nor duckie could ever find out about your feelings - they’d laugh, right? how pathetic do you have to be to fall in love with your friend who’s already smitten for another?

so you decided to take your own advice - give him space and don’t mention it, but remind him that you were there for him... even if that meant you were giving him advice on loving someone else.

you and duckie were quite the pair, falling in love with a friend - just not the pair you hoped to be

and then blane came into the picture

and, to be quite honest, you liked blane

he was fine enough, he made andie happy, and he was always polite to you

but duckie

by the time blane is into the picture, your feelings for duckie are getting a little harder to hide

andie suspects something, you can tell by her not-so-subtle prodding. but, at the very least, she’s not telling duckie. dealing with him had always been your job

that was only getting more difficult, wasn’t it?

god, if it were someone else, you’d just throw in the towel, at this point.

and, one day, after he and andie are no longer talking, you ask him something

“duckie, i know you love andie, but what are you going to do when she moves on?”

“moves on? what are you talking about? that richie is gonna break her heart before they get in too deep - you know that. and i’ll be here, like i always am—”

“talking to me about how much you love someone who doesn’t love you back.”

“doesn’t love me back? (y/n), andie and that... boy are getting in your head.”

“duck... i don’t think they are.”

and the silence is d e a f e n i n g

and duckie is pacing, specifically not looking you in the eye

but you eventually speak

“I just... i’ve seen you love andie we were kids, duckie, and she... i care about you. i love you, duckie, and i can’t keep telling you to chase something when i know it’s not going to work out the way your hoping.”

“so all this time you didn’t think andie could love me?”

“that’s not it. i know that andie loves you - just not in that way!”

“and what? she never will?”

“i... i just want both of you to be happy.”

“well i don’t think that’s going to happen.”

and duckie leaves, with the two of you not on the greatest of terms

and that weekend, the two of you don’t talk

you hang out with andie , both of you sulking over guys who don’t deserve you, tbh, who you love more deeply than you realize

and andie comes in with some friendly advice, telling you that maybe you and duckie need to talk about the relationship between the two of you rather than duckie and her because only one of those has potential

“and it always has, (y/n), you and duckie are way closer than we ever were.”

"well, right now everything’s falling apart.”

MEANWHILE...

duckie is having an existential crisis of his own

oh, don’t we love 80′s teen movies

because he’s never been without you

sure, andie kicks him out every other week because of some spat or another, but he can always go to you

and a lot of the times, you don’t even talk about andie!

all of his boring habits or fears or abstract thoughts belong to you - and now they have nowhere to go

and so one day, duckie walks up to you

and he a p o l o g i z e s

and he says he’s been an idiot, and he may not be over andie yet, but he doesn’t want to ruin your relationship over something dumb like his feelings

“your feelings aren’t dumb, duckie, and you can always talk to me about them. i just...”

“care about me.”

and he’s smiling and it makes your heart skip a beat

“you’d be the first.”

“the one and only.”

and oh my god this list of headcanons is getting long, forgive me.

BUT

you are a good friend™ and you are not about to abandon andie on prom night

so both of you get dressed together, and the plan is for the two of you to go together

duckie already told you prom was overrated, so you weren’t planning on seeing him, even if you did want to

“who needs boys, right?”

“that’s the wish.”

and the gang has the sweetest reunion at prom, don’t @ me, the hug is legendary

and duckie compliments you on how you look, and it’s just vvv sweet.

and we know how the rest of the dance turns out, but you and duckie dance together at least once bc you always have each other’s back

and in the following months, andie and blane are going strong, and... duckie isn’t talking about it?

i mean, he’s definitely teasing andie about it while she’s there, but when the two of you hang out alone, he never mentions andie and blane anymore other than just casually asking about/mentioning them

so you resolve to ask him about it

“hey, duckie, are you okay? you don’t really talk about andie and blane that much.”

“i’m fine. they’re fine, right? am i missing something? did andie tell you something?”

“well, no... i just...”

“worried about me?”

“yeah, i guess.”

“well, now you’ve seen what it’s like for me to have moved on. awfully dull, isn’t it? who do you think i should pick to be the new object of my affections?”

“i’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

and you laugh and shake your head, completely missing how his gaze lingers on yours

and for the next couple of weeks, it becomes the source of jokes between your group (which now includes blane. he’s still getting used to the dynamics, but he’s a champ for trying.)

“hey, duckie, whose house are you driving past later?”

don’t get me wrong, the stalking is creepy and duckie grows out of it fast.

“only yours, (y/n).”

“write any sonnets, lately, duckie?”

“you know me.”

“what poor girl has stolen your heart now, phil?”

and blane calls duckie phil for the rest of his life, you can’t convince me otherwise

“oh, you’ll see.”

“sing any love songs recently?”

“very funny.”

but you and duckie still manage to get a long of hanging out in where it’s just the two of you, and one day you’re walking to go get something to eat after studying for a test duckie is definitely going to fail, and he tells you he’s been a real idiot this past year - almost losing you and andie? he doesn’t know what he’d be without you.

“well, you didn’t mess up things too badly, duck, andie still puts up with you.”

“and what about you, (y/n)? i mean, i’ve never really been without you.”

“oh, you don’t have to worry about that, duckie, you can’t get rid of me. you know i love you.”

“but do you? like, really? because we always say it to each other all friendly, but i wouldn’t mind it being deeper than that.”

and you are s t u n n e d

“you... what?”

“well, we’ve always been there for each other - i don’t think i’ve ever loved someone the way i love you.”

“i love you, too, duckie - and like, really love you.”

“really? because i—”

and you cut him off by putting your hand on his cheek

and you kiss him, and it’s like everything comes together

“wow.”

and you just laugh

and you both walk hand in hand to get hamburgers

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

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#pretty in pink #duckie dale #x reader #reader insert #fluff #would include #imagine #headcanons #x you #friends to lovers #and i kind of went off on this one but i just rewatched the show for inspo and i was /hit/ with ideas

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dameferre · 4 years ago

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Happy new year!!!!! WtWT is increadible, do you have any favorite passages from it?

a) thank you i love you

b) ooh what a wonderful question lemme do a quick skim to remind myself what tf i wrote

okay one of them is from the epilogue but as that would be a ~spoiler~ i wont post it so here we go sorry this might get long i wrote wtwt for me specifically and thus love a lot about it

edit: even with tiny text this is fucking long as shit so it’s going beneath a read more

Fire Lord Zuko looks up slowly. “Excuse me?” His tone is even, but his voice is dangerously low, and his gaze as sharp and cold as the steel of his daos.

i just like this specific bit bc of the implied difference between Zuko and Fire Lord Zuko, supreme ruler of the fire nation, whose wrath has been invoked by someone talking shit about the love of his life

When Yue laughed it was soft and musical, like hearing gentle notes played on a bone flute; Zuko’s laugh, on the other hand, is coarse but steady, like a saw driving through the ice. There’s beauty in both. They both remind Sokka of home.

idk i just really like this one

“Well, if it isn’t the Fire Lord’s Water Tribe lapdog,” a voice says, “Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him off his leash before.”

.... Sokka smirks. "Well, the leash didn't really go with this outfit, so."

i could live for Years off my personal mental image of 20yo sokka, the hottest guy in four nations, being goaded by some definitely homophobic, machismo asshole in the street and not even batting a fucking EYE just going ‘the leash didn’t really go with this outfit, so’. i mean. king shit.

The glass case beside Zuko’s work table houses Mai’s first collection of knives (she’s since fashioned new ones), a fan from Suki, a traditional whale-bone Water Tribe hair pin from Katara, coins with the flying boar Beifong crest on them (relics from before the Earth Kingdom currency was centralised, and Sokka knows- they didn’t come cheap), a skirt of bells from Ty Lee’s old circus costume, one of Sokka’s first attempts at forging a new boomerang (it took him a long time to get the balance right), the mask Zuko’s mother made for Azula when she and Zuko were children and wanted to re-enact their favourite plays, and, in the middle of it all, the charred remains of Aang’s first staff, bought from an antique trader who found it, years ago, on the side of a volcano.

Zuko likes to say he keeps pieces of his friends near his workspace, where he can see them; a reminder of his duty to all four nations, instead of just the one. But Sokka thinks it’s more simple than that; after everything that’s happened, the Fire Lord likes to keep his family close.

this was one of the first things i wrote for wtwt and i still love it a lot. this whole part of the chapter (the space sword bit) in fact is one of my favourites for the entire fic

“Oh.” Zuko shrugs. “Okay, so the day Aang and I set that barn on fire.”

zuko baby you set your living quarters on fire and all you remember is that strands of sokka’s hair kept falling into his eyes you useless, useless boy

“Not the festival.” Zuko asserts. “The Fire Nation.” He says it simply, obviously blissfully unaware of how, to a pathetic, delusional person, that could be misconstrued as a declaration of love. Sokka’s stupid heart starts banging pots around in his chest, making itself known. “My life here- my life, in general, is just. Weak tea. Without you.”

maybe tea metaphors can be our always

Zuko looks up, so Sokka can see him roll his eyes. “One time, it was one-”

“What was it again? I mentioned I was craving some moon cakes, and you-”

“I was trying to impr-”

“You decided to break into a bakery, through the fucking skylight-”

“Are you ever gonna let-”

“‘It’s fine, Sokka. I’ll be in and out, and I’ll leave money, so it's not really a crime'.” Sokka says, in an admittedly weak imitation of Zuko’s voice. Zuko, for his part, looks way too amused for someone Sokka’s attempting to shame. “How much money, did you end up leaving? After you fell through the skylight?”

Zuko’s obviously trying to suppress a laugh. “Way too much, apparently.”

“Because you have no idea how much it costs to fix a window, because a few months working customer service were nowhere near enough to cure you of your ridiculous rich kid tendencies.”

look me in the eye and tell me fire lord ‘committed vigilante crime and robbed random citizens to buy his uncle a new teapot’ zuko wouldn’t break into a shop to get his crush mooncakes and then leave a Ridiculous amount of money behind when he drunkenly falls through a skylight. you can’t.

i’ve already talked about how i loved writing the ima and shiori interlude so i won’t bother repeating myself but

“I’ve known I was in love with you since the fourth day after the cherry blossoms bloomed, last year? I told you!”

“Fuck off, you absolutely did not-”

“You told me that, Zuko.” Shouts Katara’s voice from somewhere behind them, Sokka doesn’t look to find out where, exactly. “Right after you used twenty words to describe Sokka’s smile.”

Zuko pales, opening and closing his mouth like an elephant koi. “But- you-” He stares at Sokka, obviously trying to process this information. “I?”

After a second, Zuko blinks, as if shaking himself out of a trance. The shock and confusion on his face shifts into full-blown panic. “Wait, do you not know I have feelings for you?” He startles, takes a single step back. “Do you have feelings for me?!”

i know i literally wrote this but it cracks me up every time. no notes.

aaand basically any part of the fic wherein i got to live out my post-colonial reparation dreams of dismantling imperialist fascist structures or talk about how much sokka and zuko (or sokka and katara) love each other. fuck me up w healthy relationships and sibling dynamics tbh

#wtwt #elle writes things #anon #elle answers your questions #oh and happy new year!! got distracted lol #but thank you for asking!! hope your 2021 is great :)#ask meme answers

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ladybugsfanfics · 5 years ago

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(red flags look like normal flags when you’re wearing) rose-tinted glasses

pairing: Tom Hiddleston x platonic!reader

style: one shot

WC: 2.7k

summary: requested by anonymous on tumblr: “Reader is small and have an Danish Dog, thats actually an giant drool dog. While she's taking the dog to the park he start running with Bob while on the tab and he keeps pulling her until Tom saves her. Then Bobby start growling at her, and they think that is bcs he's jealous...”

warnings: angst, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, ABUSE, PHYSICAL ABUSE, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, ANIMAL ABUSE, please note the abuse, this fic contains it

A/N: this was really hard to write and i want it to be clear that ive never been in an abusive relationship so ive done my best to portray it and how hard it is to break out of it, but i dont have firsthand information. please let me know if something seems unrealistic or weird. i want you all to know that there are explicit abuse, but that it's not very violent but it still has an emotional impact. please don't read if you know it won't be good for you, and there is a happy ending even tho ive made the relationship between reader and tom platonic (that's more for realistic purposes).

The tall man startles as the bark sounds through the park. You widen your eyes at the sight of the little brown the male walks with.

No, no, no , you think.

Your dog, or actually your boyfriend’s dog, is rather big. The giant of a dog also barks whenever he sees brown dogs (as if the dog can be racist, honestly you have no idea how it works, but there are many things that can be the reason), and the dog that man walks with―

You don’t want to think about it.

Nor do you get the chance as your tight grip on the leash seems to be your downfall. The dog has almost leapt into the air as the barks rip through the quiet silence of the park.

“Yoshi! Stop!” you yell, but to no avail. He keeps running, stronger than you even as you put your heels down on the ground and try to brake.

The tall male has turned around. You send him a pleading look as your dog, almost literally, attacks his little one. In the sudden change of speed, where Yoshi goes from running and barking to hopping around and barking, you trip over your own feet and find yourself on your way to face planting with the ground below.

A pair of strong arms around your hips keep you from falling and you’re put back up on your feet with your back pressed to a muscular chest. As you regain your balance, the arms fall away. They don’t go far, only to grip the leash of your dog in an attempt to help your arm not dislocate.

“Thank you,” you say as you crouch down to keep Yoshi under control. He’s stopped barking, and with your soft strokes along his neck, he stops hopping, too.

“You’re welcome,” replies your saviour.

Standing up, you find a handsome male looking at you. Curly ginger hair, the most reassuring smile you have ever seen, and gentle blue-green eyes that makes you feel at ease. The way his eyes trace over you make you drag down the sleeve of your jacket slightly, and then you return his smile to the best of your abilities.

“He can be a little unruly at times, I’m so sorry.” You press your lips together in a tight lipped smile, shaking your head to let your hair come back to the front and cover your neck where your scarf fails. “I think something might’ve happened when he was a puppy because he only reacts to brown dogs.”

The stranger’s smile crinkles his eyes and he lets out a slight chuckle. Your heart beats faster at the sound. You will it to shut up. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “I’m Tom, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.” You swallow the lump in your throat. Throat dry and heart steadily beating faster, the pounding like a drum inside your head. “I’m sorry, again. For the whole… thing. But I should get going now.”

With a little tug of Yoshi’s leash you turn to continue down the path you were headed. A wait from Tom has you turn back around. He steps closer to you, tugging with him his own dog that so far seems rather docile and that you find super cute.

“Could I possibly get your number?” he asks.

If your heart hadn’t already lodged itself in your throat from talking to him, it definitely shot there now. With a steady breath (as steady as you can) you nod. “Yeah, sure.” And you take the phone Tom hands you.

It takes no time typing in your number, but you nearly drop the phone when Tom’s dog starts barking at you. Big dog eyes that look at you, nose high in the air and the barking growing steadily louder as he continues.

Tom frowns at his dog as he accepts his phone. He shakes his head and tugs at the leash, telling ‘Bobby’ to quiet and that there’s nothing to bark about. “I’m sorry,” he says. “He’s probably a little jealous.”

You try for a smile and a soft laugh but it comes out more strained. “Yes, jealous. Makes sense, I guess.” With a deep sigh, you turn to look at Tom again. “Again, so sorry. I guess I’ll hear from you. Bye.”

And now you leave with Yoshi in tow before Tom can stop you.

You wonder what he’ll do if he finds out you won’t answer his messages. Wonder if he’ll do the same as your boyfriend does whenever you forget to answer or don’t do something as he wants.

After all, fear was the only reason you did give Tom your phone number. That reassuring smile fools no one, and those gentle eyes are the same gentle ones he uses in front of others.

Sorry, Tom, but I won’t exchange him for someone worse . Even if I might deserve it .

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The door is unlocked when you get home. The shoe rack kicked over and the few sets of jackets that hung in the closet have found their way to the floor. Your heart stops beating as fear settles in your gut.

This is never good, but neither is cleaning it up before he allows you to, so you kick off your own shoes and let your jacket fall to the floor instead of hanging it up. You unclasp Yoshi’s leash and let him pad into the living room and greet his owner.

Clenching your eyes shut, you regret letting the dog go in before you. The whimper has tears forming in your eyes. You will them back. You can’t cry. Crying just leads to a worse… you don’t know exactly what to call it.

“Babe?” you call as you take the steps in after the dog.

Your boyfriend’s rage filled face meets you. He’s locked the dog in its too small cage, and he hits Yoshi on the snout rather hard as the dog lets out another whimper.

“Babe, huh?” The retort has your gut churn, nervousness courses through your veins. “What the fuck took you so long?!”

There goes the level voice. You keep from closing your eyes, embracing for impact. He likes it more when you face him head on, as if it’s some kind of challenge. Pressing your lips closed, you let your eyes wander over his face.

You note the down-tug of his lips, the anger boiling like a hot fire in his eyes, and the flare of his nose as his form towers over you. “Bitch, I asked you a fucking question! What the fuck took you so long?!”

“Yo-Yoshi saw a… a dog. I-I couldn’t hold him back and we-we went on a detour.” God, you sound weak. I am weak , you think, too weak .

“Couldn’t hold him back, my ass.” He takes a step closer to you. Your body moves on its own when it takes a step back. It continues until your back collides with the wall and he locks you in. “Give me your phone!”

You fish your phone out of your pocket and pray to God Tom hasn’t texted you. You haven’t gotten the chance to block his number yet and if he has texted you, well, life for the next three days will be even worse than usual. You’d deserve it, too, probably.

Fear the only thing holding your body up, you hold your breath as he checks. First when he throws it away with a silent grunt and it lands on the couch, and he doesn’t yell, do you let yourself breathe again.

“Fucking good for you there was nothing there.” His voice is a rough whisper, hoarse and with an underlying tone of want. He doesn’t say more before he presses his lips to yours, pinning your arms to the wall and pressing your head against it.

When one of his hands falls to your hip, pressing you close to him, pressing you close to the growing bulge in his pants, you know it’ll bruise. Just like you know the grip on your wrist will bruise and that you won’t be able to walk in the next twenty four to thirty six hours.

You know because that’s how it always is.

How it always has been.

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[07.47] Unknown number Hi, this is Tom. I didn’t have time to send a text yesterday, but I still wanted to tell you that I would like to meet you again. Hope that’s possible. - Tom

[08.29] Unknown number I know you haven’t replied yet, and it’s probably because you have yet to wake up, but when you do, would you be up for a cup of coffee? Either lunch or breakfast, whatever sounds best for you? - Tom

[11.32] you Hi, Tom. This is Y/N. Very sorry, but I can’t meet with you. I have plans all week and the next months. Work is taking my time, so is having a boyfriend and friends. Very sorry about my dog, again, but thank you for saving me from the ground. Have a lovely life.

🛇 Blocked

To move this conversation out of Archived and get messages again, unblock xxxxx-xxxxx

Unblock

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You’re unsure what it is that has you think the thought. It pops up from nowhere, really, but it still sounds… reasonable.

With aching moves, you pack your things. A suitcase is more than enough for everything you own (your boyfriend keeping your hobbies to a fair minimum), and everything for Yoshi.

As you pack the bare essentials, your body shakes. Every few pieces of clothing thrown into the suitcase lands outside on the floor and your heart hammers in your chest. In the bathroom, finding your toothbrush, you hear a noise from the hallway and your heart shoots into your chest. Rushing out and to the living room, you only find Yoshi with one of his toys.

Tears prick at the back of your eyes. Fear an ever lurking presence. Putting the leash on Yoshi, you hope he isn’t close. You fumble with the clasp and use far longer than you would have liked to put it on, but thankfully, the dog’s big eyes and somewhat smile and the wagging of his tail, helps put you at ease.

His work day still has three more hours, meaning he won’t be here for another four. That should be enough time, right? More than enough time…

You leave the door unlocked, having left the key to the apartment on the kitchen counter. If anyone robs it… you fear the repercussions, but by the time he comes home, he shouldn’t be able to find you.

Even as you walk with Yoshi and the suitcase down the street, finding a taxi and asking him to take you to the police station, you don’t know what has settled in you. You don’t know where this is coming from. This… courage.

You’re unsure whether it was the show you saw last night where the relationship between the two romantic leads, even when they were alone, never had any hitting or bruising or anger in the same way he shows. Or if it was Tom, and the way his face still sits at the back of your mind. How you’d compared his gentle eyes and reassuring smile to his fake mask in front of others.

Has it really taken you so long to see the difference? To see that Tom’s, despite how instilled with fear you were, actually showed genuine compassion and care, and his is always with an extra layer that it takes a lot of study to see (but what else do you use your time on when you can’t look at others when you’re out?).

You pay the cab driver as he drops you off and you find your way into the police station. It takes a long half hour before you walk out again and sit down on the curb. It takes another three hours to stop crying and shaking. In those three hours, Yoshi lies his head in your lap and lets the weight of him being close reassure you. A man who tries to help and ask what’s wrong is quickly barked away by the dog guarding you.

It warms your heart.

A police officer on her way home asks you what’s wrong, and, as you don’t tell, she tells you to contact someone. She also leads you into the waiting room and tells you to sit there until you find help, even if help doesn’t come from the police. In the hour you sit there, you delete the find my phone app and you block him and everyone associated with him on everything you can remember you share. You wish you’d done it sooner.

In your phone, you’re left with few options.

The unblock button is easy to press. The text is everything but easy to send. Your fingers shake as you type, and there are countless spelling mistakes. Finding them all takes a few minutes, and even after telling yourself you’ll send it, your finger hovers over the send button.

Exactly seven minutes and thirty-eight seconds later (you counted), your finger falls down and you press the send button. Watching it turn blue has your heart beat faster and faster, and you press back the tears pricking at your eyes. Swallowing hurts as your throat is unbearably dry.

The reply comes a lot faster than you would expect, and it helps ease some of the fear lodged in your body. The tears that fall now are a mixture of relief and fear, and Yoshi lying his head down in your lap again helps you regain your composure.

Tom picks you and Yoshi up at the police station half an hour later. He offers up his guest bedroom, but you refuse, saying you’ll stay at a hotel until you can find something. You don’t refuse his offer of going somewhere to talk over a cup of coffee.

He helps you find a hotel that allows dogs, helps you check in (unlisted) and joins you for a walk with Yoshi before you find a quiet cafe to sit down at. You sit outside, Yoshi quiet by your feet, but regarding everyone who passes by with a steady look. Being a big dog, you see more than one person a little frightened. It warms your heart.

And the coffee in front of you warms your hands.

“Thank you, Tom,” you say, after the silence becomes too much. “I haven’t told you anything about why but you’re still willing to help. Thank you.”

Tom smiles. One of his hands leaves his cup and when it comes close to yours, you instinctively flinch―though you don’t move it (that has never gone over well in the past). Tom’s hand hovers over yours and his eyes study you as his brows crease into a frown. Your heart pounds in your chest. “I won’t ask, but I hope I can help. However you need.”

Taking a deep breath, you bite your lower lip and look down at your hands. Both now clench around your coffee cup. The steam rises in the cool air and the smell stirs something in your gut, something that has tears prick at the back of your eyes. You let your hearts incessant pounding die down before you look up Tom.

“I could use a friend,” you say, eventually. The smile you try to show is crooked and unsure, and you know the fright is visible through it.

Tom still smiles. His eyes are gentle and reassuring, and it warms you that there actually does exist someone who doesn’t raise his voice at weakness and vulnerability. Someone who wants to help, and who doesn’t demand answers.

You could use a friend. A friend who lets you find your own way and lets you take your time.

“Anything you need, Y/N,” replies Tom. “Time, space, money, a hug, a friend . Anything.”

This time, when you smile, it crinkles by your eyes. It’s still crooked and unsure, but most of the fright is gone.

You’ve finally taken off the rose-tinted glasses.

A/N: you’ve reached the end so please let me know that you’re alright, i care!

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kingyeoms · 6 years ago

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neuroscience TA! joshua

pairing: joshua hong x reader (n) genre: it’s all fluff sorry warnings(?): swearing and just really casual writing in bullet points lol word count: 2,044 a/n: i barely proofread this and this is nothing like what i usually write but i’ve been thinking about this since the start of the new semester and welp here we are. a/a/n: i just realized.. people might not really know what a TA/teaching assistant is! usually someone who is working towards their doctoral degree and are obligated to assist teaching a course in their department, usually in charge of teaching discussion/supplemental sections~ ♡ best read on desktop, use mobile browser if you can’t read under the cut ♡

3rd year phd candidate

does research on neural circuit mechanisms in aging adults

big geek about brains, shows a thirty minute long video of a sheep brain dissection for the first day of section

people fell asleep but it’s fine bc josh is so excited about the video and everyone finds it endearing

always dresses so casually!! comes to class wearing sweats and plain black t-shirts (probably buys them in packs for $3)

but he still has the reputation among the undergraduate students as the “hot neuro TA”

cracks jokes w/ his students all the time

literally everyone wants to take the class that joshua hong is TAing

“joshua what are you teaching next semester??” “topics in advanced neuroimaging, you gonna take it?” “never mind, good luck”

brings his dog named peanut to class all the time

peanut is a giant ass st. bernard who likes to walk around the class and sleep next to people’s feet

super adorable but also a big Drooler

you’re the other teaching assistant for the same neuroanatomy class, but in the psychology department

you’re super down to earth!! honestly you treat your students like friends, talking to them super casually

but when class starts, you know how to get down to business and you’re super passionate about what you’re talking about

the psych undergrads have a ton of respect for you, because not only were you chill but you were mad smart too!!

your kids walking into class: “y/n guess what fucking happened in lecture”

you: “listen, you probably shouldn’t say the f word in front of me but tell me what the fuck happened”

anyways, here’s a funny coincidence: your lab and joshua’s lab are on the same floor

so it’s not a surprise that you and josh have this ongoing “feud” of which is more superior: psych vs neuro

“psych is for people who can’t handle neuro” “neuro is for people who hate themselves”

your office is opposite of his, so he’s always stopping by your room to annoy you or steal something from the jar of candy on your desk.

you: “why am i constantly out of kit-kats?”

josh, fistfuls of kit-kats behind his back: “damn, you should probably buy some more”

he’ll mess with your powerpoint slides, swapping photos of the cerebellum for photos of him and peanut

which SUCKS when you’re teaching,, and josh’s dumb face pops up on the projector,,

your kids: “nice one josh”

when you’re holding office hours for your students, he stops by and says some dumb shit to your kids like “come to my office instead, y/n doesn’t know what they’re talking about”

“fuck off, joshua” “oooooh you curse in front of your students? i’m telling the professor”

you just roll your eyes and the two of you just laugh at each other

the students who come to your office hours swear you two have a thing going on

and honestly? you wish

you’ve always thought josh was pretty cute

being a phd student was stressful, especially with research and teaching, but he never failed to put a smile on your face!!

you two were often the last ones on the floor, in charge of locking up rooms and cleaning equipment

he always insists on walking you to your car at night because “the raccoons might attack you”

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about kissing him in your office but shhh

during lecture, you guys share a google doc to take notes on what to teach your students

he thinks it’s funny to delete everything you write

you, sitting next to him in the front row: “joshua hong if you don’t press ctrl + z right now i swear to god i’ll change the lock code to the EEG room”

josh: “wait don’t i have a study tomorrow”

proctoring exams with josh: “i can pass out tests faster than you” “are we five???? but no you can’t”

he’s really good… at catching people cheating? the dude has eyes like a hawk lmao and you don’t even notice honestly

“see the kid with the blue baseball cap on? give him a 0″

anyways the professor asks you and joshua to come in on a weekend to grade midterms

you: but i made plans

josh: i’m not ?? even getting paid ??

but you guys do it anyways because it’s not like you have a choice lmao rip

he brings peanut and he’s just drooling all over your bag

peanut not josh

i guess josh is metaphorically drooling because… you looked really good today

not the usual jeans and college sweatshirt you wear during the week

you had originally made plans with your friends to go to the farmer’s market

it was a really nice day :( sunny outside and you actually tried to not look like a mess for once!! you actually brushed your hair today lol

anyways, peanut is still drooling and you look at josh, confused but also a little grossed out

“why is peanut drooling?” “do you have food in your bag?” “i don’t think so?” “oh. maybe he just likes you”

peanut: pulls out a granola bar out of your bag

anyways… you two are grading exams, checking over the answer key for any mistakes

you furrow your brows as you look over the answer choices, so you ask josh to take a look at question 23

“yeah, what about it?” “look at the answer choices, there are two possible answers.” “ah fuck.”

turns out… a lot of the questions are like that..

you and josh just look at each other and groan, realizing you two have to redo the entire answer key

you call your friends to cancel your plans, saying you were stuck at school

joshua feels really bad so he reaches over to grab your stack of tests

“you can go if you want! i’ll finish it, no worries”

you shake your head, pulling out a box of red pens from your bag

“no thanks, my boyfriend would miss me”

a confused josh: “no i wouldn’t?”

“… i was talking about peanut?” but you’re giggling because josh’s face is beet red at this point

joshua: “anyways, question 40 right?”

truth is, joshua has always found you cute and he liked the fact that when he teased you, you weren’t afraid to tease him back

he just felt.. really comfortable around you

and seeing you smile after he cracked a joke?? best thing in the world to him besides peanut

even when you roll your eyes at him, he thinks it’s so cute!!

cliché moment where you two reach for the answer key at the same time and your hands touch

but neither of you let go wow so cute and you guys kind of just !! grade tests in silence, holding hands

joshua’s the type to rub your the back of your hand with his thumb i’m lowkey crying thinking about it

anyways, you guys end up finishing grading and the sun is starting to set

josh realizes that you two spent the entire day stuck inside the office, so he offers to take you to the farmer’s market

but you don’t wanna be a bother or anything so you shake your head, “no it’s okay!!”

josh insists that he takes you, saying “i gotta take peanut on a walk, come on let’s go”

so you two go to the farmer’s market, the crowds starting to die down a little bit since it’s the end of the day

josh holds your hand and peanut’s leash in the other

peanut keeps dragging you guys to all the booths that sell homemade peanut butter and he’s never been happier, he keeps getting free samples and head scratches

you’re looking at a booth that sells homemade jewelry, think leather bracelets and dainty finger rings

“josh, what do you think about th-” you turn to your side, but josh and peanut are nowhere to be found

and you look through the crowds and the booths next to you, but you can’t find them anywhere

you kind of panic,, because you didn’t think josh was the type to ditch someone? on a date?

was this even a date you weren’t sure to be honest,, but still :( you were kind of upset

but you finally see peanut dragging joshua back to you, a small bouquet of sunflowers in his hand

joshua’s cheeks and ears are tinged a slight pink when he gives the flowers to you, “i saw a stand selling these and they just looked really pretty, so i bought them for you”

and the flowers are so beautiful and your jaw literally aches from smiling so big and josh thinks you’re so beautiful!!

you two walk around a bit more, hand!! in!! hand!!

josh: trying to pull peanut away from all the friendly people willing to give him free beef jerky

tired from all the walking, you two buy ice cream, sitting on a bench in front of the tiny shop

peanut eats josh’s ice cream when he’s not looking

josh: peanut what the fuck

you offer to buy him another one, but he shakes his head, taking the cone from your hand, biting into the soft pink scoop

“let’s just share, strawberry is my second favorite anyways”

your jaw just drops because,, who bites into ice cream?

but it’s cute, you two talk about how much you hate the professor and which students you think are annoying

you two don’t even realize how dark it is until you hear peanut snoring, curled up at the bottom of your feet

josh is the first to stand up, his hand reaching out to yours, “it’s getting a little late, i’ll take you home?”

and so that’s how you and joshua ended up at the front door of your apartment

your hand clutching the sunflowers, the other intertwined in his fingers

and when he leans in, you don’t hesitate to close the gap between you two

kissing joshua? definitely better than you expected, the taste of strawberry ice cream still slightly lingering on his lips

your lips move in perfect harmony with his, joshua placing his hand on the small of your back

as soon as you feel josh pull you in closer, you feel a... wet.. tongue on your foot? you both break away to find peanut,, asleep,, drooling,, on your toes

“damn it, peanut” josh groans as you giggle, resting your forehead against his

“i’ll see you on monday, yeah?” you grinned, kissing him on the cheek

"yeah i really,, gotta take this kiddo home,,” and he sighs, waking Big ol’ peanut up “but i had a lot of fun tonight, we should do it again sometime”

“as long as we don’t have to grade 600 midterms again, it’s a date”

the both of you blush because,, was this even a date??

yes, it was

but seriously, what a super cute start to your relationship with josh

you don’t even get mad when you find out it’s josh stealing all of your kit kats

he leaves a giant bag of them on your desk one day to make up for it

but also joshua is the Worst

joshua: “how does it feel to be dating the hot neuro TA on campus?”

you: “shut up before you become the hot single neuro TA”

sometimes josh stops by your class when you’re teaching to give you a kiss on your cheek before he goes to do research,,, embarrassing you in front of all your students (even though pda is probably something that shouldn’t be happening in front of them)

literally Everyone: “we fucking called it”

definitely still makes fun of you 24/7,, just with more kissing

friday nights with joshua: skimming academic papers and talking shit on faculty LOL

going to the farmer’s market becomes a weekly thing for you guys!! mainly because the peanut butter booth would be devastated if they didn’t get to see Mister peanut

sooo,, you may or may not have done it on your desk in the lab LOL

josh in lecture: hey i think you’re pretty cute, maybe we should get dinner tonight?

you: josh can you pls stop flirting with me on google docs you’re LAME

#kpop scenarios #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen au #i don't even know what to tag this #m:jisoo #gr:fluff #g:svt #number one peanut stan #i would kill for neuro josh bye

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bloojayoolie · 6 years ago

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plastic--hearts · 7 years ago

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twelve days

day fifteen of ‘one day, one fic - september’ prompt: you have fire powers and i have ice powers and one day you save my ass and even though we’re supposed to be rivals, you’re actually really really cute and warm can i just stay in your arms forever bc i am perpetually cold pairing: socky word count: 2213 note: writing this fic proved to me that I can’t write superhero stories, so humans just casually have powers in this au, nbd.

Sanha hated him. He hated him so much. He didn’t understand why Bin seemed to like him as much as he did. Was it because they could both manipulate fire? If that was the case, it was a dumb reason.

This was why Sanha was walking just a little bit faster, leaving the two of them behind. He didn’t want to stand next to him, he didn’t even want to breathe the same air as Minhyuk.

Minhyuk was just a jerk, for lack of a better word. He was standoffish and constantly annoyed by Sanha. No matter how much Sanha had tried, they could never keep a conversation going between them. And so, after a while of trying in vain, he gave up and decided that it would just be easier to hate Minhyuk than to try and befriend him.

And yet, Bin still got the three of them to hang out together. Sanha tried to understand why Bin thought that was a good idea, he really did. All Minhyuk brought was a damper to the mood. It was obvious that he didn’t want to be there, just as much as-

“Watch out!”

Everything happened so fast, Sanha’s brain barely had time to process it. He had just been walking down the sidewalk, and all he knew now was that he had a pair of arms wrapped around him and that a black car was zooming past on the street in front of him, the driver yelling something out of the window.

He leaned back slightly into the touch for reassurance, figuring that it was Bin since the person was so warm. Sanha was perpetually cold due to having ice powers, so sometimes he liked to cuddle up against Bin - on the days he’d let him, of course.

“Watch out, Sanha,” Minhyuk’s voice murmured, entirely too close to his ear.

He sprung out of the hold and turned to see Minhyuk behind him and not Bin, and he visibly winced. “Oh. Thanks.”

Minhyuk scoffed. “Wow, nice way to thank someone who saved your life.”

“What do you want me to say?” Sanha rolled his eyes, turning forward again. “Thank you. Let’s go.”

He heard Bin mutter something, but didn’t pay attention to it. Whatever it was, it probably wasn’t important.

“I’m not going to be eternally devoted to you for pulling me away from a speeding car,” Sanha stated plainly, crossing his arms as he stared at Minhyuk who was sitting across the table from him.

“Don’t cause a scene,” Bin hissed from beside Minhyuk. “We’re in a restaurant.”

“I don’t want your eternal devotion, god no,” Minhyuk then replied, ignoring Bin. “One favour.”

“I won’t cook for you, nor will I clean.”

“I don’t want to be poisoned.” Minhyuk rolled his eyes, leaning forward slightly. “Walk Totoro for two weeks.”

Sanha groaned. “I still can’t believe you called your tiny dog Totoro.”

“Are you going to do it or should I come up with something harder?”

“I’ll do it,” Sanha sighed. “I’ll do it.”

“She’s a hound from hell,” Sanha muttered to Minhyuk after the first time he walked Totoro. He shoved her leash into Minhyuk’s hands before promptly turning on his heels and exiting his apartment.

The following time, Minhyuk invited him in for a glass of water or a snack which, despite his growling stomach, he promptly refused.

On the third day, however, he reluctantly agreed to enter Minhyuk’s apartment. Before this week, he had never been in Minhyuk’s apartment, always opting to wait outside when Bin would swing by to pick him up. He was pleasantly surprised, though, at how neat it was. Minhyuk seemed to be very organised, which wasn’t something Sanha would’ve guessed. The front door let into the living room where resided an old, maroon couch which clashed heavily with the modern-looking round armchair to its left. In the corner of the room was a clear plastic storage box, filled with what appeared to be blankets, with two colourful bed pillows resting on top. To the right of the couch was a counter with three stools, separating the living room from the kitchen. On the wall behind the armchair were a couple doors, which Sanha figured led a bathroom and a bedroom.

He followed Minhyuk to the counter, taking a seat at it while Minhyuk walked past it into the kitchen.

“I have iced tea,” he said, peering into his fridge.

If he had been facing him, Sanha would've glared. “Just because I can manipulate ice doesn't mean I want iced tea.”

Minhyuk groaned, closing the fridge door. “Not what I meant. For that, I'm giving you water.”

The fifth day brought a revelation.

“You sleep on your couch?” Sanha was baffled. Minhyuk worked pretty hard at his dance studio, he should be able to afford a proper apartment.

Minhyuk shrugged, making himself comfortable on the armchair. Beside him, propped precariously on the windowsill, was a little fan blowing in his direction. “It opens up into a bed. We don’t really need more space than this.”

“We?”

He gestured to the dog lying on the carpet at his feet. “The two of us.”

Sanha scoffed. To think he was beginning to feel bad for Minhyuk.

Day six, and Sanha was already tired of their arrangement.

“My other idea would've been way worse,” Minhyuk told him when he complained, falling onto the couch beside him. “You should be thankful.”

Sanha flicked his fingers at him lazily, sending a flurry of snowflakes his way. Minhyuk opened his palm to receive them and the two watched as the snowflakes melted away and even fizzled a little before they even touched his palm.

“How cute,” Minhyuk commented, eyes meeting Sanha’s. “I guess your powers are fitting.”

Sanha most definitely did not blush at Minhyuk’s indirect compliment. Definitely not.

On the ninth day, Sanha came to the bitter conclusion that he liked sitting beside Minhyuk. He liked the way heat radiated off of the other, warming the frozen tips of his fingers and easing his muscles. It was a warmth similar to Bin’s, but not quite the exact same. Bin’s skin was always burning to the touch, whereas Minhyuk seemed to be more conscious and in control of it, which intrigued Sanha - although he would never admit it.

When he left Minhyuk that evening, he almost wanted to hug him, just to see what it would feel like.

He partially found out what it felt like on the tenth day, but no thanks to him. Minhyuk was the one to initiate it tentatively, wrapping an arm around Sanha in an awkward side hug and squeezing before releasing him quickly.

“Thanks for walking her,” he mumbled, eyes not meeting Sanha’s.

He almost looked unsure - but Sanha knew Minhyuk better than that, and Minhyuk oozed confidence with everything he did. It couldn't be uncertainty.

As Sanha left the apartment and made his way down the stairs, he was still wondering what it would be like to hug Minhyuk.

With a moment of reflection, he also wondered where his hatred went.

On the twelfth day, Sanha was acutely aware that his task would soon be ending. Deep down, he didn't want it to end, but the second he acknowledged those feelings, this whole thing would be game over.

He was glad to be done with the dog walking. He was looking forward to spending his evenings at home, catching up on dramas or doing some last-minute schoolwork.

But when he got back to Minhyuk’s after the 20 minute walk and crashed on his couch, all his will to fight was out the window.

He liked Minhyuk’s company. It appeared that, without Bin, Minhyuk was soft-spoken and gentle, and actually pretty funny - it was crazy to think that Sanha had found him standoffish.

“Whatcha watching?” Sanha asked, eyeing the tv cautiously.

“Some cheesy horror movie,” Minhyuk replied, eyes flickering from the tv to Sanha and back.

“Oh.” Sanha didn’t want to watch it. He was terrified of horror movies: when Bin had put one on, a few weeks ago, he fled at the sight of the creepy house itself and didn’t leave his room until he was certain that it was over.

However, he didn’t want to leave Minhyuk, nor did he want the brunet to see that he was scared.

So, he stayed, whimpering whenever one of the characters opened the basement door or when they called out “Who’s there?” a little too loud.

“Come here,” Minhyuk finally murmured, lifting the arm closest to Sanha. When the pink haired boy didn’t move, he rolled his eyes. “I know you’re scared, Sanha. Come on, I won’t bite, promise.”

After a moment of consideration, Sanha gave in, moving closer and letting Minhyuk drape an arm around his shoulders. He sighed softly but happily at the warmth the other boy emanated, subconsciously leaning in closer.

The two of them kept watching the movies in relative silence until a face appeared on the screen out of nowhere, startling Sanha. He quickly burrowed his face against Minhyuk’s neck, feeling him chuckle softly and then wrap both his arms around him.

Sanha breathed out softly, not wanting to pull away from the embrace. His skin was tingling as Minhyuk ran his fingers gently through his hair in an attempt to make him feel safe. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling.

The next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake my gentle, warm hands. He blinked reluctantly and opened his eyes to see Minhyuk looking down at him, an amused smile on his face.

“The movie's over, Sanha,” he said softly.

Sanha yawned, rubbed his eyes, then moved out of Minhyuk's arms in order to stretch out his long limbs. “Alright,” Sanha murmured, yawning again. “I'll be off.”

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” Minhyuk asked, ignoring Sanha's statement. He stood up and stretched as well, then turned off the small tv before turning back to Sanha with raised eyebrows.

Sanha simply looked at Minhyuk, his brain taking a moment to process the words. “Uh, yeah, sure,” he finally replied, whining a bit when the other boy laughed at him.

“Alright, stay there, I'll bring you something.” And with that, he walked the short distance around the counter and into the kitchen, Totoro following eagerly behind him.

Sanha yawned again and stood up in an attempt to wake himself up but immediately plopped back down on the armchair. He pulled his legs up to his chest and closed his eyes again.

“Sanha, I can see you, you know,” Minhyuk called out, causing him to open one eye.

“I'm tired,” he mumbled, closing his eye and turning his head into a more comfortable position. Within minutes, he was asleep again.

When Minhyuk woke him up for the second time and shoved a set of clothes in his hands, he was too tired to argue otherwise. He dragged himself to the bathroom and changed into the clothes, chuckling a little at the pyjama pants that were a little too short on him. When he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw that Minhyuk had opened up the couch and made it, and was currently setting some sheets down on the floor. Sanha just stood there, unsure of what to do.

“You can get in bed, you know,” Minhyuk said when he looked up and found Sanha still standing by the bathroom. “I'm taking the floor.”

Sanha shook his head. “I'll take the floor. I'm not even supposed to be here.”

Minhyuk smiled and shook his head as well. “I'm okay. I have Totoro. You sleep now.”

“Yes, mum,” Sanha murmured, earning himself a laugh. He climbed onto the bed and lay down, pulling the blankets tight around him as his eyes followed Minhyuk around the room. He watched him click the light off, then closed his eyes, wishing him a good night.

However, Minhyuk's blankets were much thinner than the ones he had at home, so it took Sanha no time at all to start shivering. He pulled the blankets up closer, tucking his hands between his legs and curling up on himself, but it was all to no avail.

Finally, he bit the bullet. “Minhyuk?”

He heard a grunt, followed by a soft, “yeah?” accompanied by the sound of sheets rustling.

“Can- Would you- Do you have another blanket?”

Silence befell them for a moment before Minhyuk answered, “No, I'm sorry... Are you cold?”

Sanha hummed. “Yeah, a little.”

Minhyuk didn't say anything else, but Sanha heard some more rustling and then felt the bed dip beside him. He felt the sheets being tugged out from where he had tucked them under him, just barely able to make out Minhyuk's shape in the dim light. A moment later, Minhyuk settled beside him. “Is this okay?” he murmured.

Sanha nodded, before quickly replying verbally when he realised Minhyuk couldn't see him. “Yeah.” He could feel the heat radiating off of the boy, which was already enough to make him feel more at ease. When he was certain that Minhyuk had fallen back asleep, he inched closer until he was just barely touching the boy before letting himself be lulled to sleep by the buzz of the city below him.

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