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Teachers Pet-chapter 16: everything’s fine

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chapter 15

I had just got done in Transfiguration and was headed to Snape's class for our lessons, yawning as I walked down the hallways passing all the students headed to lunch. I was dreadfully tired, I had only gotten 4 hours of sleep and was barely making it through the day. The only things on my mind being sleep and Severus. The conversation we had last night still burned in my mind. Thinking over and over again about him giving me his robes, talking to me, and giving me advice.

It was such a special moment to me, and now I had to see him after all that and my feelings for him having grown. I didn't think it was possible to fall harder for someone practically overnight, but now I was sure I more than fancied him, It was definitely a whole crush now. A silly schoolgirl crush I should remind myself. I continued to the dungeons and waited for the last few kids to shuffle out of his room. It didn't take them long, kids seemed to hurry out of there as if they were being chased by a dementor or something. I knocked on the open door signaling my presence as I walked in. "Good afternoon Professor." I said smiling and walking over to his desk. He hummed a response and was writing something in a book. After about three minutes of silence he looked up at me, I had taken my seat now and was using my wand to mess around and levitate some of my books to pass the time, I smiled and then looked over and saw he was staring at me with a stern face and they all fell from the air onto my table. "Heh oops" I said, wincing and shrugging my shoulders. "Have you come to play around Ms. L/n or are you here to learn?" he questioned with his usual student voice. "I've come to learn, and it's Y/n!" I said flashing a sarcastic smile, to which he responded with a scowl.

"For this lesson I'm gonna have you do some chores for me, I need to work and we can study in our evening classes." he said turning back to his book. I frowned realizing we weren't gonna be talking much and got up lazily walking over to him. "Ok, what'll it be? Cauldron cleaning? Potion organizing?" I said in a sarcastic but somewhat respectful tone. "Make yourself busy, I don't have time to look over what needs to be done." He responded as he continued to scribble in his book. I looked at it trying to see what it was, "What ya got there? Is it your diary?" I teased crossing my arms. He looked up at me with an unamused look, "Make. Yourself. Busy." he said sternly. I guess he wasn't in a fun mood today, and he was back to normal ol' Severus. A thought crossed my mind, what if he was being like this because of our conversation last night? And that's why he didn't want to talk to me. I fiddled with my fingers not walking away yet as I continued to ponder on the thought, I felt his eyes on me and I met mine with his. "Can I help you Ms. L/n?" he said clearly not wanting to deal with my antics. "Did I do something wrong? Is it because of last night?" I spat out internally slapping myself for letting my thoughts slip out. He stiffened a bit and his face flashed with an emotion I couldn't put my tongue on, and it was gone before I could guess. "I assure you Ms. L/n it doesn't concern you." I looked at him and he went back to writing, that was bullshit, it may not be about last night, but he definitely has some sort of issue with me. I walked away and walked around the room looking for stuff that needed to be done. There were a few dirty cauldrons so I scrubbed those, his storage closet was still organized from when I had last arranged it, and everything else looked clean enough.

Hmm, make myself busy he says, I looked over to one of the bookshelves and noticed it was all out of whack, every book had a place, but they were not in any pattern. I figured I could sort them into alphabetical order and began doing so, he had many bookshelves so I figured it wouldn't hurt to just use magic to sort them. I began on the farthest shelf and thirty minutes later I was on the second to last one. Books floating in the air as I found proper places for each of them. I lifted one and noticed its beautiful exterior, it was a rose color and had an anatomical heart on the cover, it was labeled "Amor Promerendae." It was Latin I knew that much, but I didn't remember much Latin, my father had made my sister and I learn at least three languages, but I haven't practiced my Latin in years and I had given up on it, I looked over at Severus and he wasn't paying me any attention. "Amor" I whispered to myself, well that was obviously love. Any one would guess that, I looked back at Severus and he was still glued to his writing. I walked over to his other shelves trying to find any sort of language dictionary but only found ones for Greek and French. "Sir?" I said looking over at him. "What Ms. L/n?" he said annoyed, "Do you happen to know what the Latin word P-prom-eren-dae? Means" I said, struggling to say it correctly. He looked up for a moment to think, "Earning, I believe" He said going back to work. I thanked him and looked at the book again. "Earning love" I whispered as I opened the book up. As I opened it a flower fell from its pages and to the floor, my eyes went wide and I quickly picked it up and turned my back to Severus to hide my finding. The flower looked like it had been in here for decades maybe. I began to flip through but just as I presumed it was all in Latin. I grabbed my wand off the shelf I had left it on and put it to the pages, I muttered a Translation spell they had taught me at Beauxbatons and the pages quickly turned to English. I flipped through the pages to make sure it worked and stopped when I saw handwriting in the margins of some of the pages. I was very scribbly and barely legible, but some phrases and sentences where underlined and circled, one note read, "failed" hmm strange I looked to the phrase it was written next to "This above all: to thine self be true" Whoever wrote in this must have been having a tough time they were unable to succeed in self love when they were in the process of earning someone else's.

Soon the bell rang starting me and I quickly used magic to put the books on the shelf and looked at Severus, he had gotten up and was writing lessons on the board. I looked at the book and used a shrinking spell and put it in my bra. Quickly walking to the front of the room and grabbing my bag and robes, "Thanks Professor see you in a bit!" I said quickly rushing out of his room not waiting for a response. I rushed to my dormitory and hid the book on the underside of Hera's cage. She stared at me as I did so, "Don't give me that look!" I said rushing back out and heading to DADA.I got in the class as soon as the bell rang and quickly sat down. Things with Harry and I were back to normal and it wasn't awkward any longer. "Good evening class! Today we will be doing something extra fun, so if you will all push the tables to the edges of the room and line up on each side of the room." I stood next to Harry and Ron stood across from us as everyone lined up. "Ok now whoever is across from you will be your partner. I shot a look to Harry and Ron, "No I call r-" I began but was cut off by the hideous professor, "Ahh Y/n I see you are the odd ball out once more I guess that leaves me to be your partner" he said smirking and walking to stand across from me. I shot Harry and look, and he just stifled a laugh. "Today we will practice the rather simple shielding spell that we studied yesterday. Its incantation is simple, does anyone remember what it is?" "Protego!" one girl said batting her eyes at him. "Yes, very good! Now you will take turns casting light and non harmful spells at one another and using Protego to block them, it's important to be careful and take your time, we don't want to have any incidents." he said looking at me to which I just gave him a sarcastic grin as I folded my arms over my chest.

"Now spread out and begin whenever you are ready" murmurs between students filled the room as they talked with their partners and began practicing. I looked at Lockhart and he stood smiling at me. He raised his wand and I raised mine as well. "You first" he said and I shot him a smirk to which he dropped his smile for a second "Aqua Eructo" I said and water began to spur from the tip of my wand, it shot in his direction, but he thought fast and deflected it with the protection spell. He smiled tensely at me as I gave him a look, hoping he'd catch on, I wasn't going to mess around if he insisted on continuing to single me out. "Good" he said regain his composure, "My turn" he said we raised our wands and I prepared myself. "Vermillious!" he shouted, and red sparks shot from his wand, "Protego!" I said and successfully blocked them. How dare her, that was most certainly not a non harmful spell! It was considered a light dueling spell for that matter! We continued on for the next hour of class.

The bell rang and this time I hung back as everyone left to confront Lockhart. "What did you think you were doing?" I said as he sat and leaned back into his chair smiling, "That was not an unharmful spell! If I had not blocked it I could have lost an eye!" I said, raising my voice. I had had it with this man. "Oh please Y/n I knew you could block it no problem!" he said, shrugging. "Not when I'm caught off guard by a spell that's dangerous!" he looked at me with dark eyes and stood up, "Ok, here," he quickly raised his wand and my eyes went wide, not ready for what he was going to send my way, out of defense before he could say anything I raised my wand, "Expelliarmus!" I shouted before he could say anything and sent him flying back over his desk. I cupped my mouth realizing what I'd just done, not that it didn't feel amazing. He quickly got up and gave me a dark look. "Professor I didn't mean to, it was out of defense I swear!" I spat out walking over to him. He didn't take his eyes off mine and hovered over me, "Oh thats, quite alright, Y/n. Just be careful, you never know the consequences of your actions." He said in a calm deep tone, it was frightening. "Now you better go, you don't want to be late." He said never taking his eyes off me as I grabbed my things and quickly sped out, mumbling to myself "What on earth does that mean?"

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yeochikin · 4 years ago

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chamomile & strawberry. | p. seonghwa

a/n: thank you so much for requesting, @exosnoona29! i’m sorry it took a little while so thank you for being patient! i hope you like this ✨💖 also, tagging @hwanami since i know she’s whipped for hwa 🤠

the smell of freshly baked pastries mixed with a tint of brewed tea leaves wafted in the air and into your nose. the sounds of birds cheerfully chirping created a little melody featuring the small wind chime right at the arch of the doorway your hand reached up to wipe away the thin sheet of sweat forming on your forehead from the sweeping you did. with both hands on your hips, your eyes scanned throughout the entire room for a few seconds, making sure no spot was missed and tables all clean, you beamed to yourself afterwards once everything was neat. with a quick fix of your messy hair, it was time to open your little tea house.

living in a small village just at the outskirts of the nearby city, you never figured that your tea house would make quite an attraction. everyone would always refer to you as the residential tea maker, admiring the way you would pour different scented teas into a cup that was paired with a matching teapot and saucer. maybe that was what interested everyone in this small town you lived in. though you would have to admit, with the amount of various themed tea sets you have, you would be sitting in the tea house as well to admire them. but of course, you would always think that it was because your grandmother had passed this tea house.

ever since your grandmother had passed on, you were the one who took her place as the tea maker. she had always been the one to take care of you since you were little every time your parents were too busy with their work, sometimes having to spend a night or two, depending how busy they were. you remembered watching your grandmother brewing your favourite chamomile tea when you had a nightmare, sometimes even letting you help just to take your mind off of the bad dream you had. you were always found sitting near the window of this exact tea house to talk with the customers stopping by the tea house, a chatterbox was what your grandmother had called you, not wanting you to disturb the customer yet they couldn’t help but to see you as an endearing child. you had promised your grandmother that one day, you wanted to be a tea maker just like her when you grew up, even wanting your own tea house in the city. and fast forward to the present, you had fulfilled your promise. despite not being in the city, you were content with what you have.

your hands were busy cleaning the shelves filled with jars of tea leaves until a sudden ‘ding’ rang into your ears, indicating someone had stopped by. you blinked a few times in confusion, not expecting a customer to come by so soon just a few minutes of opening up. without wasting time, you made your way to the door to greet your first customer of the day with a slight jog in your steps. standing near the counter, you noticed a tall person curiously gazing around the tea house of yours with his back facing you. he must have heard your voice before turning around, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

there, a pair of gorgeous dark brown irises held your gaze, a honey-ish tinted hair styled in a slightly messy manner yet somehow still looked good on the male standing in front of you, his lips a bit pinkish that reminded you of the lingering colour after eating a fresh strawberry flavoured drink. somehow, he managed to pull off a loose white shirt and washed denims so effortlessly stunning on him, topping it off with a chain-like earring on one of his ears and a few rings adorning his long fingers.

you must have been staring at him for a little while since the said stranger waved a hand, albeit awkwardly with a little smile on his lips, making it seem as if he was in a cross between confused and awkward. With a shake of your head, you returned the smile with your own out of sheepishness, bowing your head ever so slightly.

“s-sorry, welcome to the tea house!” you managed to say, already hitting yourself in a number of times from the slight stutter in your words. a low chortle soon resonated in your ears, though a tinted red from being flustered, you looked up at the man. he merely shook his head and reassured you that it was alright, but instead, apologising for making you startled since he mentioned how frozen you were for a bit, effectively making you want to bury yourself in a hole as to how obvious you were and quickly coming up with an excuse.

“i was just surprised at how i could have a customer already, considering that i just opened up.” you retorted.

“ah, is that so? I happened to come across this place from my morning walk, and i guess i couldn’t help but to admire your tea sets that are on display.” he said. You couldn’t help but to notice how it was rather deep yet had some type of calmness in the timbre of his voice. It was then, a sudden thought came to you. Come to think of it, you had never seen this man before from the years of living in this small town outside of the city.

“are you perhaps.. new around here? i haven’t really seen you around before.” you decided to ask with a slight tilt of your head. you watched as how his expression perked up as if he had realised something, immediately bowing his head to apologise for not introducing himself sooner.

“sorry about that, i’m seonghwa. park seonghwa,” the ma- no, seonghwa, greeted before he continued, “i am new here, i just moved into town just yesterday evening.”

your lips formed into a small ‘o’ then replacing it with a gentle yet welcoming grin as the first mental answer you had was correct. “it’s nice to meet you, seonghwa. my name’s y/n, y/n l/n” you introduced.

“if i’m not being a bit too nosy, what brings you here? moving here, i mean.” you asked.

it was very well known of you to be curious of things around you ever since you were a little girl. you had to admire how your grandmother was always patient with your questions ranging from the questions that had a simple answer to questions that seemed so silly anyone who heard it would surely laugh out of amusement from your curiosity.

“ah, well, i got a new job here at the town’s kindergarten,” seonghwa trailed off, resting his weight on one of his feet. your eyes widened slightly before clasping your hands together in amazement.

“is that so? i'm sure the kids in this town would love to meet their new handsome kindergarten teacher.” you exclaimed, grinning brightly over at the male.

seonghwa, on the other hand, could only raise an eyebrow at the certain word he had heard from you, one of the corners of his lips lifting up into a small smirk out of amusement. “ah, you think i’m handsome?” he asked, cheekiness lacing in his tone as he spoke which caused you to momentarily freeze in your place.

you could feel blood rushing to the apples of your cheeks at the slip of word as your hand quickly came up to cover your lips, apologising for accidentally blurting the word out loud. seonghwa couldn’t help but to release a light laugh from the strings of apologies along with almost incoherent words coming out from a flustered you, waving a hand in a dismissive manner to reassure you that it was fine.

“to be fair, i find you cute.” he casually added, a wink in the end that only made you grow more sheepish.

“sir, i’m gonna have to ask whether you wanna order something or i would have to kick you out for flirting with the tea maker.” you joked, which of course made seonghwa chuckle as the two of you could feel the awkward ice slowly melting away.

“as far as i remember, you called me handsome first. i only returned the compliment.” he retorted as a matter of factly, raising his eyebrows as if to emphasise his point, to which made you jokingly roll your eyes at him.

from there, the two of you seemed to get along quite well. it was not a surprise as to how seonghwa was able to get along with the other townspeople from how friendly and humble he was. not to mention, he was also surprisingly good with the children in the nearby kindergarten yet of course, knowing when to pull a strict teacher act whenever they misbehaved yet not to the extent of having them completely fear him. It was safe to say he is the town’s favourite at this point.

seonghwa is always seen standing near the park’s playground while making sure the kids were safe as they played with each other, occasionally joining in to play as the ‘monster’ while they played tag. when not at the playground, he can be found in your tea house either relaxing with a cup of tea while reading his book or just stopping by to have a conversation with you.

it would be a lie to say that you weren’t thankful that your tea house was not busy on most days of the week, knowing that you get to talk to this handsome kindergarten teacher. two of you would mostly talk about how your days were, you amusedly listening to seonghwa telling you about the children’s antics during his classes, or how you would excitedly tell him the new tea set you have been wanting for so long finally being able to be ordered. more often than not, seonghwa would wait until you close up the shop, helping you out by cleaning the place as to which you were thankful with the extra pair of hands.

your hangouts always happened in the days after your first meeting. which then changed to weeks and then, to a few months.

and today, was like any other day. seonghwa was sitting near the window checking his students’ works, his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose with brows furrowed in concentration, while you were wiping down the cups you had washed earlier. your eyes glanced up at the wall clock to check the time, noting how you had a few more minutes before closing time. yet seeing as though there weren't any more customers coming by any time soon, you decided to start cleaning up the place a little earlier and made quick work of placing the cups away in the cabinets. seonghwa, hearing the rustling around, looked up. he then placed his glasses down and closed the last workbook that he was examining before getting up to help upon seeing you struggle with putting some cups away.

“a little early today, mm?” he inquired, looming over from behind to help you place a teapot safely in the cabinet you had trouble reaching, hand on your waist.

the sudden voice and action made you jump in place from shock, only to relax afterwards when you only realised it was seonghwa, despite feeling warmth creeping up its way to bloom on both of your cheeks due to the closeness between the two of you yet you kept your calm demeanour. you turned around to face the man and only then, did you feel a huge lump suddenly appeared in your throat

seonghwa was staring down at you with an unreadable expression. your gazes were on each other while silence enveloped the both of you. it felt as if time had suddenly slowed down as well. what is in his mind? what is he going to do? so many questions were running through your mind that you didn't notice the large hand coming up to your head, only noticing it when you felt his slim digits picking at something in your hair.

“chamomile, how can you not notice some of the dried tea leaves in your hair?” his deep voice rumbled, showing the said leaves in his hand as an amused simper was shown on the male’s lips. the nickname was enough to somehow make your heartbeat increase its pace.

“i guess i was just too busy. though, you shouldn't say that to me considering your hair is a mess too, strawberry.” you retaliated, reaching a hand up to fix the stray strands of his locks, remembering how you've seen (or watched) him run his fingers through his hair numerous times while examining the workbooks.

recently, seonghwa has been calling you with that certain name out of nowhere. when you asked why he had called you as such, he simply mentioned that he had noticed that you tend to drink your favourite chamomile tea even if there was a variety of flavours. hence, him calling you chamomile which led you to calling him ‘strawberry’ as you found him taking a liking to your strawberry tart.

with the names being exchanged and the frequent hangouts in your tea house, some of the residents would claim that the two of you would make an adorable couple. for instance, the middle aged ladies who tend to stop by at your little tea house for their daily gossiping would loudly coo at the sight of the two of you whenever seonghwa would usually send you his playful wink, to which you responded with a flying kiss to balance out the flirty energy. but of course, you would always deny it.

it wasn't because you didn't like him. it would be a lie to say that you do not have a small crush on park seonghwa, the town’s heartthrob. how could anyone not? you wouldn't say he's perfect, considering that everyone has their own flaws. even seonghwa himself had confessed his concerns about himself but.. but that's what makes him, well, him.

you had unexpectedly developed such feelings. could it be because of how he waited for you to close down the tea house and walk you home despite being tired from a day of dealing with misbehaving children? could it be from the way he would usually stop by in the morning to get a freshly brewed cup of peppermint tea before heading towards the school? or was it because of how seonghwa would always send you flirty pick up lines and winks while you were busy tending to the customers of the tea house just to make you clumsily stutter over your words once he caught you off guard by doing so?

you don't know.

but what you do know is that you like him. you like him so much that the smell of strawberries reminded you of him.

yet, like any other person with a crush in mind, you would try your best to shrug those feelings away. who knows? maybe seonghwa was just the flirty type considering how the ladies in town seemed to love this heartthrob, no matter what age. or perhaps that you were just scared that if you confessed or even hinted that you like him in the most possible way, seonghwa would shut you out that the two of you would go back to being strangers.

“chamomile?” seonghwa’s voice called out, making you snap back into reality. you hadn't noticed that the said man was already pulled back to look at you, eyes full of concern from the sudden quietness coming from you.

“h-huh?” you asked, a slight stutter in your voice.

“i asked whether you are ready to head back home, it's getting dark.” he said, switching his gaze to the window where the sun was slowly being swallowed by the night sky. you couldn't help but to admire how the last golden rays from the sun had kissed seonghwa’s smooth skin, the warm light only making him seem more ethereal than usual. no wonder all the ladies were gushing over the male.

with a shake of your head to stop your wandering thoughts, you cleared your throat to hide your flustered side. “oh yeah, definitely! let me just make sure things are good.” you said. and with that, you made sure that everything in the store was in check and in good condition before heading outside to meet up with seonghwa.

pushing himself off of the wall he was leaning on, he smiled down at you once you were done locking up the door. by the time you two started to walk back home, the sky’s canvas was already painted a deep shade of some type of dark blue with a few specks of crimson here and there, your eyes filled with the swirls of wonder and awe upon seeing the colours mixing in together in such a uniquely beautiful way.

seonghwa, who was a couple of steps behind, watched as you admired the dark sky. he couldn't help but to feel the increased palpitations of his heartbeat from the serene look painted over your visage. for some reason, it happened every time whenever the two of you stopped briefly in your walk home to watch the final appearances of the daylight before being succumbed into a starry night. just like you, seonghwa was scared to admit his feelings.

it seemed as if you weren’t the only one pining over someone. how could he not when you looked so adorable all concentrated trying out new flavours of tea, laughing to himself at the sight of your nose scrunching upon not liking a certain taste to it? how could he not when you looked especially endearing while dancing slightly in place to the beat of a song from your favourite playlist? how could he not when you looked so.. at peace as soon as the last bit of daylights were slowly fading off into the night sky?

truly, the male had already grown smitten over you yet whenever he has tried to ask you out or admit his feelings, he somehow would always feel as if a little person would tug at his vocal chords so he wouldn’t be able to speak. instead, seonghwa would stand there fumbling with his words in front of you, watching as you tilt your head in question, finding it as a habit of yours whenever your curiosity was painted over the features of your face.

“seonghwa?” your voice intruded his thoughts, his eyes snapping back to instantly focus on your face.

“yes, chamomile?” he answered, swiftly walking up to your side.

“i was wondering..” you continued, motioning for the two of you to continue walking with a nod of your head, to which seonghwa accepted.

“..since tomorrow is my late grandmother’s birthday, would you..” you trailed off once again making seonghwa gently rest his hand on your shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze, as if to tell you to take your time in choosing your words, knowing how much your grandmother meant to you from the little stories you had shared with him.

“would you like to come with me? to celebrate it?” you asked, eyes looking everywhere except for a certain kindergarten teacher right next to you.

seonghwa could only stare at you in a dumbfounded manner before emitting a low chuckle, your endearing way of asking was enough to tug at his heartstrings. with a hum, the male swiftly pulled his phone out of his pocket to check at his schedule, making sure in case he didn’t have any plans or teaching during the said day, the corners of his pinkish lips tilting up into a little beam before nodding his head.

“i would love to, i’ll come by your place to pick you up at.. 9?” he offered, you looking up at him with wide eyes, a clear indication that you weren’t expecting him to really agree to go with you.

“oh, yeah, sure! definitely, 9 in the morning, yup.” you rambled on, and wondered as to why seonghwa wouldn’t cover your lips with his hand from how much your mouth is running. instead, said male just stood there with an amused beam at how you were acting.

with the mutual agreement being shared and a few other short jokes being told followed by your laughter mingling with each other as the both of you walked, you had finally reached your place, much to your silent disappointment. unlocking your door, you turned around to face seonghwa to mumble a low ‘thank you’ for walking you home for the day. it was when you were about to head inside that seonghwa had suddenly called out your name, causing you to spin around to face him once again.

“i..” seonghwa started, lips opening and closing like a fish struggling to breathe. your eyes stared at him in anticipation, heart thumping into your ears to mask the silence surrounding the both of you underneath the now starry night sky.

‘damn it, just say it!’ the voice inside seonghwa’s head yelled out yet he was frozen, hands feeling clammy and the butterflies fluttering nonstop in his stomach at the way your irises curiously gazed over at him with a particular… glint in them? he can’t quite figure it out.

“i.. goodnight, chamomile.” he managed to say, much to his disappointment.

your face fell momentarily yet you quickly sent him your usual bright smile in return to his bid with a nod of your head, “mm, goodnight, strawberry.” and with that, you entered your house and shut the door behind you.

on the other side of the door, seonghwa stood there. his hand reached up to rest above his chest, just where his heart was located, as an attempt to calm the rapid beating. his face was burning and his mind was cursing at himself from how cowardly he was being. With a frustrated sigh leaving his lips, seonghwa took a few more seconds to look at your house before turning away to walk off back to his place.

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“good morning to you, chamomile.” a certain man greeted.

true to his word, seonghwa was already outside your house at 9 in the morning once you heard a knock on your door while you were preparing the stuff you needed to take with you for the special day today. you couldn’t help but to admire his choice of clothing for the day as well. he’s wearing a loose fitting cardigan over a dark thin shirt underneath it, paired with black jeans. it was a simple look yet you are convinced that whatever seonghwa chose to wear, he looked like he was on his way to a fashion show. heck, you could even make him wear a potato sack and he would still look great.

“here to say i’m handsome again, y/n?” he joked with a raised brow, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts and warmth going to your cheeks, sticking a tongue out at him.

“from all the time of seeing you almost every day? i’m starting to get used to your appearance, seonghwa.” you retorted, rolling your eyes at how the tall male in front of you feigned hurt by placing his hand on his chest dramatically, the two of you laughing afterwards.

while laughing, seonghwa took the brief opportunity to look at you. the light yellow shirt you wore matching your cheerful attitude, matched with washed denims. he had also noticed what seemed to be a small picnic basket hanging off of your arm. the man felt his smile growing at the pretty little white trimmings adorning the basket.

“i was thinking that once we are done visiting the cemetery, we could go near the playground for lunch?” your voice suddenly reached his ears, making him perk up instantly with a nod of agreement.

“that would be lovely. oh and i brought flowers as well.” seonghwa said, showing the two beautifully wrapped bouquets in both hands.

of course, anyone would have noticed them by now. but you couldn’t help but to admire the tall man in front of you that the bouquets seemed to grow unnoticed. though, your eyebrows creased ever so slightly in confusion. “i’m sure one bouquet would be enough, no? grandma loves all types of bouquets anyway.” you questioned, which earned a low chortle coming from seonghwa.

“actually, the other one is for you.” he sheepishly replied, handing out one of the bouquets to you. your eyes widened ever so slightly at the sudden act, reaching out to take the bouquet into your hands. Looking down, you emitted an almost inaudible gasp.

the bouquet was filled with fresh chamomiles and a couple of sunflowers were in between. It was a small gesture but it made you feel all warm and giddy inside. ever since you were little, you had never received a bouquet from anyone outside of your family. so to receive one from seonghwa was enough to make you think that it was a sign that today will be a good day.

“i was at the florist earlier and noticed they had chamomiles. you mentioned that you had a liking towards them so i got you this bouquet and for the sunflowers well..” seonghwa trailed off, a hand reaching up to rub at his nape.

“they reminded me of you, considering how you are always bright.” he continued, a nervous chortle leaving his lips. why is it suddenly hot? could the sun be this warm already? seonghwa merely cleared his throat and looked away as if to make himself busy to shove the flustered side of him away.

“i like them a lot. thank you, hwa.” you grinned in a sheepish manner as your foot kicked against a small pebble.

“are you ready to go?” seonghwa smiled, offering his arm for you to take, which you accepted by linking yours with his.

and with that, the two of you set off on your way to the cemetery.

“hi, grandma. happy birthday.” you whispered, into the air once you arrived at the designated tombstone, hoping that the wind would carry your words to the skies or wherever to reach your grandmother.

seonghwa, on the other hand, let you do your own thing quietly. his pools of dark brown swirls watched as you carefully caressed the name engraved on the tombstone, offering a hand when he noticed you cleaning the grave from the dried leaves and threw away the dried flowers that were previously placed, and being replaced with the new ones he had gotten. he quietly stood behind you as you sat in front of your grandmother’s tombstone, talking to her as if she was really there with you.

“today, i brought someone with me. his name is seonghwa, park seonghwa!” you said, his name that you called out instantly making him bow out of politeness.

“it is nice to meet you, i heard so much about you from your granddaughter, ma’am. quite a chatterbox she is.” seonghwa teased, earning a playful glare from you.

“he’s the new kindergarten teacher of the town, everyone loves him.” you chimed in afterwards.

once again, seonghwa stood next to you the whole time there. his expression growing softer by the minute as he watched you talking so.. cheerfully to your grandmother’s grave. momentarily, his eyes looked up at the sky and shut his eyes. a low humming from a sudden gust of wind was suddenly heard as a feeling of tranquility wrapped his whole entire frame. the rustling of leaves echoed around the two of you, followed by you telling your memorable moments from the days of not visiting the place.

needless to say, the two of you spent your time at the cemetery just reminiscing past memories and recently made ones, laughing at a joke or two being made, until it was time to go.

“i will visit you again soon, grandma. i love you.” you bid goodbye, not before staring at the engraved name before running up to seonghwa’s side.

despite the usual bright grin over your lips, seonghwa silently noticed how your eyes had a slight glossy look to them as a flash of sadness appeared on your visage yet he didn’t comment on it. instead, he mustered up the courage in him to sling his arm around your shoulders, giving it a gentle rub while the two of you walked. of course, you were a little surprised yet you couldn’t help but to lean against him, finding comfort in his gesture.

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“one, two!” the two of you said in unison, placing the plaid picnic blanket on the spot you both had chosen right underneath a large tree just a few feet away from the playground.

“i made us sandwiches, and made some rice balls as well. i didn’t really know what you would like.” you sheepishly admitted and placed the food right in the middle of the picnic blanket, taking out a couple of cups along with a bottle filled with what seemed to be iced peach tea. seonghwa looked down at the food, and pursed his lips to let out a sound of amazement.

“they look great. thank you for the meal!”

and with that, the both of you started to eat while enjoying the view of children playing with their friends in the playground, parents standing at the sidelines to make sure the children won’t hurt themselves in the process, while some townsfolk are just out on a walk.

“hey, y/n. there’s something that i wanted to ask.” seonghwa asked.

you, not expecting for him to sound serious made you cease the subconscious twiddling of your fingers. you straightened in your seat and tilted your head, indicating for him to continue. in front of you, seonghwa visibly gulped, swallowing the huge lump in his throat that was about to form. it was now or never.

“do you.. do you have anyone in mind?” he asked, eyes focused on his hands folded in front of him.

the sudden question caught you off guard as questions filled your mind rather than answers to his question. why was he suddenly asking you this? is he just genuinely curious? or perhaps… perhaps he has someone in mind? shaking the thoughts away, you wouldn’t know what it is about if you kept overthinking things. you cleared your throat and shifted in place, now hugging your knees as your back was resting against the tree behind you.

“i used to not have someone in my mind.” hearing the words from you made seonghwa sighed internally. “but-” he suddenly perked.

“but lately, someone’s in it. been there for a little while now.” you continued.

at this point, the both of you could feel your heartbeat just racing in your chests. you wondered if it was the appropriate time to tell him. wondering if it would really be the right choice. while seonghwa, he wondered if he’s finally going to say it. wondering what your reaction would be.

“should.. should we say who we like together?” you suggested. seonghwa could only nod his head, shutting his eyes momentarily to gather all of the courage he needed.

“on the count of three.” he whispered.

“one.” you started, turning to the side to face him properly, heart beating in your chest that you swear seonghwa could hear it too.

“two.” he continued, now looking at you, feeling the familiar fluttering feeling in his stomach.

“three!” now.

“i like you!”

silence.

silence enveloped the two of you as the both of you stared at each other in shock, both of your eyes widened. your mouth opened and closed repeatedly as you tried to say something, yet not even a whisper could be heard from you. while seonghwa… the poor guy looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“you like me?” the both of you asked at the same time.

“i mean-” you guys started again.

“it’s just-” and again.

both of you were about to do it again until seonghwa quickly covered your lips with his hand, your words muffled by the man’s palm.

“yes, i like you too. have been for a while now.” he said, slowly removing his hand away from your lips to let you speak.

he watched at how you dumbfoundedly stared at him before reaching up to gently pinch your own arm as if to see whether this was a dream or not, grimacing at the sight as you emitted a quiet hiss from the sting against your skin. this was definitely not a dream. without another word, your arms were suddenly thrown around his neck to pull him into a tight hug, seonghwa grunting at the sudden weight and caught you in his arms, making sure that he could balance the both of you so he wouldn’t end up falling down from the sudden hug, his own arms wrapped around your frame as he buried his face against your soft hair. though none of you were talking, it was enough to let seonghwa know how you felt. and somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that you were right.

today is a good day indeed.

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the sudden chime of bells ringing reached your ears, making you look up from the tea pot you were using to brew a fresh batch of chamomile tea, an indication a customer has walked into your tea house. walking over to the door, you were about to greet the customer until your eyes met a pair of dark brown ones. the same dark brown eyes that curiously gazed around your little tea house. the same white shirt and washed denim jeans that made him look so effortlessly stunning. the same honey-ish strands that make you want to run your fingers through them at how soft it looked.

park seonghwa smiled over at you, despite the slight tiredness in his eyes from almost a day spending his time at the kindergarten. you made quick strides towards the male and enveloped him into a tight hug, to which he returned almost instantly. with a soft kiss being placed against the top of your head, he pulled away slightly just enough to have a good look of your face. only then, a low chortle rumbled against his chest as his hand picked at something in your hair.

“i’m starting to think that you like it whenever i pick the dried tea leaves off your hair, chamomile.” he teased, showing you the dried tea leaves between his fingers.

“and i’m starting to think that you forgot your girlfriend is a tea maker of this tea house. obviously i would have some dried tea leaves on me occasionally.” you retorted with a laugh.

it has been almost a year since the two of you ended up together. the first couple of dates were a tad bit awkward, clearly shy once you had entered the next level in your relationship. yet, you would always silently thank seonghwa for being able to melt away the awkward ice between the two of you.

of course, like any relationship, the two of you had your ups and downs. the fights you had could range from playful bickers to serious ones but not to the extent of it getting too serious. at the end of the day, the both of you knew that relationships require a lot of teamwork in many ways possible and sometimes, disagreements could even happen. so instead of about to yell at each other’s faces, one of you would leave the room to cool down for a bit before words that are thrown without even meaning to, be released. once either of you have calmed down, it was either you or seonghwa that would approach the other to apologise, finally making up and discussing your disagreements so the other would understand.

“is that chamomile tea i smell?” seonghwa��asked, to which, you nodded with a little smile on your lips.

“mm, and i also made some strawberry tarts for us. don’t think that i ever forgot your favourite dessert.” you giggled as soon as seonghwa pressed fleeting kisses all over your face, knowing how much the man loves the said dessert.

“you’re spoiling me, my chamomile.” he whispered, lips brushing against your own.

“as you should be with how hard you work.” you chuckled and planted one last kiss on his lips before pulling him further in your tea house.

“now, come on. let’s talk about our days, hm?”

you never would have thought the stranger who had walked into your tea house during his morning walk turned into your significant other. but you wouldn’t have it in any other way.

as long as you are with park seonghwa by your side, you are content with what you have.

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babblingblondegenius · 6 years ago

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Happy Mancrush Monday

Sorry I missed the last two Mondays, but I’m back with the final installment for season 2 of Mancrush Monday, Olicity Edition, featuring episodes 2x14 to 2x23. For those who don’t know, these posts are gifs of Oliver with captions that focus on fashion (if he’s wearing anything ;)) and the Olicity moments. All the thanks in the world to @xspeedytrashx for suggesting my silly posts be a series. :)

The banter and fun (and most of the shirtlessness) of the previous season 2 episodes came to an abrupt halt when the TPTB decided to slow their roll on Olicity. In order to do that, Olicity scenes were limited because the natural chemistry can’t be denied when they are in close proximity to each other.

A sparring session leads to everyone talking about the scars they have. We learn that out of all of Oliver’s scars, none were caused by a grenade and Felicity’s only scar came from having her wisdom teeth removed. Oliver is wearing pants in this scene, like we care lol.

Comfortably chic in his coat and jeans, Oliver’s panties got in a twist when he saw Felicity working out in stretchy, thus skintight, yoga pants and cute top.

Oliver comes across as brusque and borderline judgmental in this scene. But if you look closely, the arched eyebrow and the fact he literally couldn’t take his eyes off of her give away that the emotion coursing through him wasn’t anger. ;)

In the Arrow suit, hood down, Oliver was going to stay in the bunker to help but Felicity sassed him right into that awkward and awful Lance family dinner. TBH, it’s what he deserved. #sorrynotsorry

Uh-oh he’s got angry face. Only one person who can help with that and he can find her in his phone without even looking. We’ll have a better look at his navy peacoat in the next gif. For now, just admire the chiseled jawline.

Cloaked in his navy blue peacoat and broodiness, Oliver takes a moment to tell wifey that he plans to face a Mirakuru-enhanced Slade all by himself without any backup. Obviously, Felicity (like the rest of us) realize that is a dumb idea.

Again on the phone with wifey. Oliver’s outgoing call history: Felicity, Felicity, Felicity, Felicity, Felicity, Thea, Felicity, Felicity, Felicity, Felicity, Felicity............ This is the look I prefer to see when Oliver works with the police. Cause dayum.

Oliver’s first instinct is always to protect Felicity. It’s reflexive and as natural as breathing to him. He’s looking heroically badass in his leather jacket and jeans as he flips them over the railing (very fortuitous that Felicity wasn’t wearing one of her trademark skirts or dresses -- Slade would have gotten an eyeful) :P

Damn, our OTP looks hawt in their all black, breaking and entering, we’re gonna blow up a building, outfits. Oliver’s gorgeous face is incredulous when Felicity tells him she didn’t think he would go along with her plan. As if that boy wouldn’t do anything she asked and he can’t believe she doesn’t know that lol.

Oliver’s spidey (arrow-y?) senses were tingling that bae was in trouble. It makes me laugh that Oliver came right at the guard, no stealth, no sneaking up on him, and dude still didn’t see that punch coming. How fast was Oliver moving for that to happen? In their matching black leather jackets and gloves, Olicity could’ve blown up the building with their fiery intensity and explosive chemistry.

He may look like a regular (albeit very attractive) human in his business suit but it takes a superhero to stab themselves with a large dose of Lidocaine in their busted knee so they can go about their day. Felicity, who we know has a fear of needles (all pointy things really), watches in horror and then disgust. Same, girl.

Oliver dressed in a somber black suit and tie to attend his mother’s funeral, but instead went to be alone with his dark thoughts in his other secret lair. Leave it to our broody boy to have a secondary secret lair. TBH, it’s actually pretty smart since the primary lair isn’t that secret. :/ But there is nowhere on earth where he could go Felicity can’t find him and there is never a time when she won’t try to encourage him to find another way.

Our stubborn sacrificial lamb remains set on his suicide mission to stop Slade. Felicity reluctantly lets go of his hand but she isn’t going to let him go too far.

When encouragement doesn’t work, there’s always a tranq dart.

Felicity and Diggle save Oliver so he can fight another day and another way. I know this isn’t technically an Olicity scene but Oliver deciding not to go it alone and who he chooses to have by his side in the end is monumental. This is one of my all-time favorite lines from the show and my mantra to the Arrow writers.

Things go sideways (literally) and Felicity is injured. Rather than have the strong and able-bodied member of OTA carry her to safety, Oliver and his busted knee hand his bow to Dig and hoists Felicity into his arms. I love the aesthetics of this but logically it wasn’t the smartest move. Here we see Oliver’s decision-making process and internal dialogue lol.

I’m reaallly nostalgic right now for the old Arrow suit and the mask. The city is burning but these two are on fire as they walk together in battle.

Even at his lowest points, when he doesn’t believe in himself and he isn’t sure of anything, he hangs on for dear life to every word that Felicity Smoak speaks. Her words break through the walls of self-doubt and fear to the hero within.

Many fans have stated that they believe Oliver realized he was in love with Felicity when they hugged after her epic ‘you are not done fighting’ speech. Me personally, I think Oliver was aware of his feelings long before then but did his level best to suppress them, ignore them, beat them down with a stick and self-loathing into the darkness. But this amazing woman’s kindness, generosity, compassion, wit, and trust brought him and his feelings into the light where he was struggling to hold them back.

This is such an underrated Olicity scene, imho. Felicity worries that Blood has set a trap for her boys. She tells Oliver and Dig she is gonna be really pissed if they don’t come back. The man who was more than willing to die for the past few weeks not only gives her a smile but also a reassuring shoulder squeeze because now he wants to come back and more importantly, believes he will.

There’s something about Oliver being in the suit while returning to the darkened foyer of his childhood home with Felicity. Maybe it’s that his past, present, and future are all colliding at once. I remember I got goosebumps the first time I saw it because everything about this scene--the music, lighting, camera angles, close ups- told me something big was going to happen. I had no idea how big lol.

Exhibit A of one of the close-ups. He takes a moment to just soak her in. She has inspired him to want to live. To embrace his humanity and have a life filled with love. But the city needs saving and he still holds wellsprings of guilt within his heart. This is always Oliver’s struggle within himself.

Eyes shining with emotion, expression earnest, Oliver lets go of his internal struggle over his feelings as those three little words slip through his lips.

I adore this kiss. I’m fine that they didn’t use it because honestly after that sincerely whispered ‘I love you’ they really didn’t need it to sell the “ruse.” With the hood down and mask off but still in the suit, this was Oliver’s dual identity coming together for one brief moment because all of him loves Felicity Smoak.

Talk about unthinkable...that these two wouldn’t end up together. Even though Oliver wasn’t quite ready to follow-up on the admission of his feelings to Felicity in the light of day, his heart eyes and adoring expression give him away.

I said on Discord during the re-watch yesterday that I really didn’t like this scene when it first aired because I wanted them to kiss but over the years, I have come to appreciate the aesthetics. <3

In the last gif, Felicity says ‘let’s go home’ and Oliver nods with that soft smile he only has for her. I made a header about Olicity and the concept of home when Oliver returned from prison in 7x08. I think it was just as true then as it is now. <3

Thank you to all the fandom’s awesome gifmakers! :) SA interview gif credit to giphy.com. 2x14 scars gif credit to RolePlayGateway.com. 2x14 sass gif credit to FanForum.com. 2x14 Oliver staring gif credit to lyricalarrow.tumblr.com. 2x16 gif credit unknown. 2x22 hug gif credit to fangirlish.com.

#season 2 was the glory days #i'll never be over it #olicity #this is how you otp #oliver queen #mancrush monday #mancrusheveryday

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roger1na · 6 years ago

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careful ch7 - john deacon x reader

summary: you are a ballet student at the royal ballet academy. To pay for your tuition, you work part-time at the celebrity gossip magazine, Seven. One fateful day you’re sent to interview a band on the rise, Queen, post-concert and fall in love with the sweetest man on the planet.

word count: 2.4k+

warnings: swearing, some angst(tm)

author’s note: back at it again! honestly again, if you do dance ballet, sorry! my experience is minimal and taken mostly from my friends. as far as i understand, it can go overboard v fast but *shrug emoji*. also i’m p sure queen did not play on john’s birthday but y’know. it’s for the drama. (19.8.1974 really was on a monday thgh 👀)

chapter seven

Morning dawned with a cranky mood, a sweet dream of slightly crooked smiles and barky laughs dissipating as you got up.

Saturday was forecasted to be rainy and grey, as were your spirits as you opted for a cup of black coffee instead of your usual morning tea. The paper was filled with disappointing news and everything seemed bleak. The studio wasn't open on saturdays and you didn't want to work overtime. You finally had a free day.

You opened your leatherbound diary and took out your favourite pen, an expensive looking fountain pen, painted a lovely maroon with gold lettering on the side, pointing to the brand.

August 10th 1974

I finally kissed him yesterday. It feels like something was broken? A pact? A deal? Is there something happening here? What happens next?

There was a weird moment, last night. We were making out and he was there and we were against the apartment building door and it was already opening but I just couldn't have him inside. I'd break my poor little sixteen-year-old-self's heart. To have him stand there would just break the bubble. Don't know what I'm going to do now.

But… I do have feelings for him. I know I've been agonizing over it for the past few weeks but really, he's fantastic. I'm just silly for not being able to Use My Goddamn Mouth And Say It.

You stomped the last period to your sentence rather aggressively and the ink bled through the page. "Fuck," you muttered under your breath, dabbing at the ink with your pinkie, though you weren't quite sure how that would help.

You blew on the page gently to make sure the ink was dry before closing the notebook. It had a button on the front and a leather string on the back, which you could wrap around the button to keep the book closed. When buying it, you had scoffed slightly, but eventually, as you filled it with pictures and articles, the notebook became so thick it wouldn't stay shut without you pulling it close tightly.

You had filled it with so many memories. Polaroids of you in your costumes for your recitals, lunches with Rose and Pamela, cute flowers, poetry, lonesome calls for love you clipped out from the morning paper. Around mid-July, it started filling with heart stickers and lyrics from Queen, a flyer from their London show, pictures from the show you had developed with spare cash. You were fondly reminded of that saturday afternoon when you looked at the polaroid of John, grinning stupidly, staring into the camera lenses, but of course it felt like he was staring at you.

Look at you, your thoughts echoed, all sappy on a Saturday morning. But it didn't feel so bad anymore.

The radio filled the house with chatter as you cleaned thoroughly. Saturday was a day for organisation. Setting your calendar straight, doing your meal plans. Y/N Y/L/N was not a woman to be meddled with, not a woman to be messed with, you reminded yourself.

As you were setting up your vacuum cleaner the phone rang. You were huffing, trying to get the damn thing out of the closet, when it pierced the radio sound. But you were so tangled up in vacuum chords that you let it ring, hoping that if it was urgent, the caller would leave a message.

"This is Y/N Y/L/N. I'm probably out and about right now, so leave a message!" Your answering machine beeped.

"Hey, Y/N."

Your breath caught in your throat. It was John.

"Just calling to say, I had a nice time yesterday." Muddled voices in the background made him shush them. "Freddie, I know what to say, you can shut up," you heard him grumble.

"Your dance was… Fuck, I have no cool words to describe it. But it was, y'know, enchanting. Fantastic. I've never seen a recital before but I'm sure that's how it's done." There was a dramatic gasp in the background. "Oh Freddie, shut the fuck up you know I've never seen a ballet show."

"Anyway," he continued. "I hope we can see each other soon. We have a show, in like, uh, a week. Monday 19th. It'd be really great if you could come. Bye then."

The line clicked, and left you in silence. You were standing around, a bit lost in your apartment, until your grip loosened from the vacuum and it cluttered to the floor. You winced at the sound, before dusting yourself off. I'll call him back when I have an answer, you told yourself, although you knew well enough that Monday 19th was empty on your calendar, save for rehearsals until five.

And then, being the foolish girl in love, filled with nerves and sappy thoughts, you didn't call him back.

When your chores were done, the phone just loomed at you ominously. What were you supposed to say? 'Oh yes I heard your message I just didn't pick up, because I'm a big idiot?' 'Oh no, it's not you, it's me and my fear to commit?' You felt like a total mess.

Sunday rolled around, bringing work and training, exhausting hours in the studio. And you still couldn't call him back.

Monday came with a screeching of your alarm and sore muscles. You made the effort to pick up the phone but set it down fast afterward, as if forgetting his number, nerves tingling every where.

Tuesday was filled with appointments and meetings and lunches with friends and training which left you dizzy in the head, slightly insecure about your dance abilities. But anxiety coiled in your stomach as soon as you even looked at the bright red phone.

Wednesday was a nightmare.

It started off with a wake up at 4am, when not even the birds had begun their obnoxious singing. Trudging through the grey streets of London when the morning was chilly made you question a lot of the choices you'd taken to get yourself into this position.

The biggest question on your mind was that you had only been picked as an understudy, so what was wrong with your way of dancing the program? Frances, you didn't see her as inherently better than you. She wasn't chosen because of her skill, to you, she was chosen because of your lack of skill. And it made you sick. You were the second choice. Something was off.

Wednesday was a free training day. Coaches didn't come and fix postures, you were supposed to practice your own routine independently. With exhausting precision, you danced through all your individual parts in the dance. And with every misstep, you felt worse about it, accrediting your failures to your lack of talent, not your lack of sleep or the other million thoughts that swirled in your head.

Lunchtime was drawing near and the other girls tapped out with their obligations, wiping glistening faces on ratty towels they all kept lying around.

"Y/N! D'you want to grab lunch with me or can I go with Pam?" Rose called out to you, and then took a swig from her water bottle, waiting for you to answer.

You straightened your back and stretched, afraid you were losing time and then shook your head. "It's okay, I'll still be here for a bit, no point in waiting on me." A brief expression of concern passed in Rose's eyes but she said nothing.

"Mmkay. See you tomorrow, I guess," she waved before setting off behind Pam, glancing behind her shoulder before the dooor swung closed.

You went back to the beginning of the set and started again. And again. And again. You were losing all sense of time and direction as you jumped and pranced and posed and twirled and it wasn't until you saw the darkening of the sky outside that you realised you were in too deep.

Out of breath, you stopped to take a sip of your water. Your stomach felt empty and the water tasted bad in your mouth. Too metallic, and no longer cold after sitting around all day.

You took a deep breath and shrugged off the slightly increasing nausea and tiredness. "One more time, Y/N," you whispered to an empty studio. And Tchaikovsky's notes filled the room and you set off.

If anybody had been there to see, they would've been entranced with the way you moved, letting the rhythm carry you. But if they'd looked closer, they'd also see the tiredness in your eyes and the barely noticeable sluggishness of your steps.

You leapt gracefully and suddenly your focus was broken. Your head changed positions and you had to look down at your feet, flying in the air and as you saw your feet hit the ground, you knew you had made a mistake.

The shock wave wasn't instant, but the pain came as soon as you were aware that you were on the floor, after figuratively eating dirt. Your ankle throbbed and you felt miserable and alone on the hard floor of a cold dance studio on a sad wednesday night.

The tears came softly and silently, spilling over your cheeks and dripping to the ground. You still couldn't call John back, you still couldn't dance well enough and after five years of control you still couldn't balance your life. So there you sat, feeling sorry for yourself. That you could do very well.

The studio door creaked open softly.

"Y/N?" A soft voice broke the air.

What was he doing here? You quickly wiped your face and straightened your legs, wincing at the pain of your twisted ankle.

"Shit, are you okay?" He rushed to you and skidded on the floor slightly as he sat down, not graceful at all, eyes trying to analyse the damage.

"'M fine," you snapped, angrier than intended.

John flinched back in shock and you instantly regretted your sharp choice of words. He looked at his hands timidly.

"You don't look fine to me," he mumbled.

"I am. Really. It's just been a long day, and-" a sudden sob gurgled to your throat as you tried talking and you had to stop talking to let it pass, involuntary tears falling down your cheeks once again, leaving your face a red mess.

"Oh you daft thing," he muttered and pulled you into a hug. His cologne filled your nose and you breathed in and let the sadness and the frustration wash over you.

You felt stupid, because now, although you had ignored his calls and acted like a total prick, he was there comforting you again. "Stop being so nice to me," you mumbled into his tear stained shirt. It was a red checkered button up that was maybe two sizes too small. Sometimes you wondered about the last time he'd visited a clothes shop.

He pulled away slightly, to tilt your chin up to look into his eyes. "Why? You're acting so silly," he smiled gently and wiped your face slightly, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ears.

"Because I'm so stupid! I can't call you back, I say stupid things and I get nervous about kissing and I'm just so fucking…" you trailed off looking for the right word. "Not enough."

John snorted a little bit, trying to hide his giggling. You frowned at him. "'M serious! How're you getting anything but frustrated when you spend time with me!" This resulted in John laughing more.

"Stop, stop, I'll explode," his eyes were crinkling and his smile was wide. You had crossed your arms and were pouting now. He looked at you and his expression softened a little. "You think I don't enjoy spending time with you? Seeing you caught up in dance and loving it? Y/N it's part of all in. Dance is part of all in."

More tears came and you just couldn't stop them. "You're making me cry," you sniffled and wiped your eyes.

"Y/N…" He pursed his lips and smiled gently.

"I'm just not good enough in anything. Second best in dancing. Second best in working. Second best in a relationship."

"Shh," he hushed you gently. "It's not a competition. I know I'm lovely," he teased slightly.

"John!" You grumbled.

"I know, I know." He took hold of your hands. "Y/N, listen." He paused and then kissed your forehead.

"You're enough right here," and then he kissed your nose, "and here," and he continued kissing your face, your cheekbones, the corners of your mouth, your dimples, before landing in the center of your lips. "And everywhere. Just enough for me."

You blinked, the tears finally deciding to stop flowing. "But, I'm really useless at answering calls. I get nervous. And I haven't been in a relationship. Ever. And-"

"Listen," John grabbed your hands and pressed them to his face, his cheeks burning slightly. "That's life. Be careful with all that talk about not being enough. Nobody but you believes it."

"You don't know that."

"Well I don't believe it."

"Oh," you paused. "Thanks."

John burst into fits of giggles. "Hey!" You scolded him.

"I'm sorry, I'll stop, I promise," he grinned mischievously. "But who says thanks to like, a confession of affection?"

"I do." You pinched his cheeks. "Shut up, old man. When are you turning twenty-three again?"

John's eyes lit up. "Of course! That's the special show we're performing on monday 19th. My twenty-third birthday!"

"John that's so great! Of course I'll come."

"Thought so," he smiled.

"Old man," you teased. He booped your nose and pretended to be offended.

"Not all of us can be spry and young anymore," he whined.

"Oh sorry, Mr. Old Man."

John rolled his eyes. "Okay, time to take a look at that ankle. Are you going to be okay?"

He inspected carefully, but the pain had already begun to subside. "It was just a misstep. I'll be fine with a little ice and a tight gauge."

"Mm, if you say so."

"I'm serious! This happens to dancers all the time."

"Okay…" He trailed off then started trying to get up along with you, letting you lean onto him for support, though you didn't really need it. "Have you eaten today?"

"Mm, not really," you replied nonchalantly.

"Jesus, Y/N."

"What? It's been a busy day."

He shook his head, brown hair bouncing about slightly. ”I wish you’d take better care of yourself.”

”Usually I do!”

"I hope so. I like you in one piece.”

”How’d you know to come here?”

”Where else would you be, after going practically MIA for five days?”

”Oh,” you laughed slightly. ”Of course. You're kind of great, John.”

"Thanks." He replied, grinning.

You shoved his shoulder slightly, but felt your heartbeat slow down as you relaxed, wondering how you got to be so lucky.

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gold-from-straw · 6 years ago

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Enough - ch8/9

Charles wakes up after his night with Erik and very quickly convinces himself that he can’t possibly be that lucky. He must have done something wrong and scared Erik off. Triggers for very low self-esteem, implied depression, nosebleeds and panic attacks. Also the faintest whiff of citrus from the previous chapter. You never know with this puritanical website. The s word in the first line might be just too lemony to cope with...

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Charles moved against the warm sheets, unwilling to emerge from the sweetest dreams of his entire life. He was overheated and tangled and holy shit he’d had sex last night!

His eyes snapped open, a broad grin spreading across his face as he remembered… holy shit… he felt his face heating up as the memories hit, and squirmed, pressing his face into the pillows, feeling the ache in his muscles and his arse. It was all too much, and he wanted to scream in delight.

But it really was all too much, wasn’t it? He frowned and sent out cautious tendrils of thought, searching for Erik, but the flat was empty. He rubbed his face, remembered Erik accepting him, telling him he wanted everything. But wait, no, that wasn’t it, was it? Erik had limits, they’d talked about them… had Charles somehow messed with his boundaries without realising it? Maybe as he slept?

He shook his head and climbed out of bed. This was ridiculous. He wasn’t going to jump to conclusions, surely Erik had just popped out for milk. He stretched and winced, and decided to take a shower, that would do him the world of good. He smiled as he remembered falling asleep curled in Erik’s arms, still sticky and buzzing from the best sex of his entire life. He felt the warmth spread through his chest. Surely this time it was different. It had already been so different, this time he’d be good enough for someone.

But when Charles came out of the shower, tousling his hair dry on a towel he’d found in the closet, there was still no sign of Erik. He bit his lip and pulled yesterday’s clothes back on, wincing at the missing button on his shirt. It would have to do… but should he wait? Had he missed something? He sat down on the edge of the bed and checked his phone, but the only message was from Hank, sending him a meeting date with some investors. He stared at the carpet and tried to work out what he should do – he was never any good at knowing what people wanted from him unless they were right in front of him, he knew he leaned too much on his telepathy in that way, but he found it so difficult to turn all of it off… and he knew it was terribly unethical and manipulative to have that extra advantage, knowing what people thought of him all the time and what they wanted… but it was like trying to ignore someone shouting at you without being able to put your hands over your ears.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a pressure headache starting up. What had he done to ruin it this time? He thought things had been going so well, Erik had encouraged him into his mind, even, he’d been so accepting of him… he thought it was… he thought he’d been OK, but now… Erik must have changed his mind.

And with that, everything clicked into place. Charles felt cold, sticky defeat pouring over his thoughts, turning everything onto silent, turning away all the joy and the excitement, but really, this was how it always went.

He stared at the floor for a while. He didn’t even think he was breaking. That was fine. That was better than he’d expected. He’d thought last night that if Erik rejected him that he’d shatter into a million pieces but actually he just felt… flat.

Maybe it was time to stop trying. This was just silly, because he knew he wouldn’t actually ever be good enough for someone, not all the ugly depths of him and his power. He should really stop trying to convince people he was in any way suitable for a relationship, he was a good teacher, that was enough. He could be useful, it was fine. Was it really necessary to be loved as well? It sounded a bit overrated, really.

The slick darkness pouring itself over his mind made him feel tired. He started reeling in the tendrils of thought that he’d sent out to look for Erik, started closing his mind down piece by piece. It hurt, but maybe it hurt less than it had when Raven told him to stay out? He wasn’t sure. He slowly picked up all his scattered bits and bobs, his phone, his socks, his tie. He should probably leave before Erik came back, he was probably waiting for him to leave before he could have his flat and his privacy back. He sniffed as he stood up, he wasn’t sure why. It’s not like there was anything upsetting. He rubbed his forehead and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

The front door burst open, making him jump, heart thumping madly. It’d been so long since he tucked his telepathy away, he could always hear people coming closer – but this was probably fairer.

And he didn’t want to hear Erik’s thoughts, not this morning, not when he wanted him to leave, not when he couldn’t bear—

He swallowed hard and looked up. “Erik, I’m—”

“Good morning, Charles,” Erik said with a grin, bouncing in wearing a sweat-soaked shirt and joggers. “Did you get my note? I’m sorry I was so late, schatz, I wanted to take the subway home but the bloody line was shut, I…” he stopped and frowned at him. “Are you OK?”

Charles blinked at him. He was here, and he didn’t seem to want Charles to leave, and he didn’t… he squashed down the things he wanted because he always got upset when people pulled back, he knew it was terribly clingy and unhealthy. He closed himself off and waited, and Christ, his head hurt.

Erik walked over to him, standing so close, all he wanted to do was to reach out and touch him but he was sure that wouldn’t be allowed any more, there was no way...

“Charles, what’s the matter?” Erik asked, frowning, surely that wasn’t good, he should try to work out why Erik was frowning then maybe he’d – but it was too late, it was always too late, because Charles was such a fucking freak he couldn’t make anything work, he was too much.

Erik held his arm, just above the elbow, and he almost gasped at the contact, he couldn’t think straight, he just needed to cover everything in his mind with that black syrup, cover everything so it didn’t hurt any more. “Hey… are you OK? I can’t feel you… you’ve been in my mind all night, all morning and now—”

Charles looked up in horror, his forced peace shattering. “I was in your mind? I’m so sorry, Erik, I had no idea, I didn’t think, oh God, I should have—”

“Hey, hey, why are you upset about this again? I thought I told you last night, I want you there.”

“But you… you’re OK… you still… last night, I thought… this morning when you weren’t here, and…”

“You did… find my note, didn’t you?” Erik gestured with his thumb to the fridge. “I figured you’d get up and get some tea at least.”

“I… I…” Charles blinked fast, trying to compute, after he’d convinced himself, tried to shield himself and now… he felt a pop in his head, right at the front of his mind and

“Oh, wow, that’s a lot of blood, shit, wait here…”

“Oh my God… Oh my God I’m so, so sorry, Erik, I just…” he slapped his hand over his face, the warm blood trickling down his palm and wrists, and there were spots on the floor, on his carpet and shit. “Oh my God…” he stumbled back, trying to get off the carpet but it was fitted, all the way to the wall. He looked around wildly, and blood splattered in little drips all over the grey wool and it was so much and Erik was going to hate him, he surely already hated him, he couldn’t possibly like him not after all this not after “I’m so sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,” he cried.

“Charles! Charles, darling, what’s the matter?” Erik asked, and wrapped his arms around him, blood and tears and all. He held a cloth up to Charles’ face and gathered him close and Charles couldn’t be strong any more, he couldn’t hold himself back when this kind of affection and comfort was being offered. He pressed himself closer, his body shaking as he tried to hold back the sobs, and failed.

“Please tell me what it is, love?” Erik said, stroking his hair back, rocking him. “Can you show me?” He tapped two fingers lightly on Charles’ temple, and Charles shook his head violently.

“You’ll leave… you’ll be disgusted you’ll hate me you’ll leave I’m so sorry, please, I know I’m terrible, I know I’m… I’m so pathetic and clingy and I’m so so sorry, please don’t h-hate me please, p-“

“OK, OK, shh, shh.” Erik ran his fingers through Charles’ hair again and again, pressing him close once more, kissing him on the head, and Charles had never felt this, never been this cared for in his life… he’d never allowed himself to fall apart, not since he had better control than a small child, and he didn’t know, he’d never known this was a possibility, and if he had it would have destroyed him. It would still destroy him, to know this was an option, if he scared Erik away and never got to have it again, and that wasn’t right, that was so unhealthy, and all because Charles could never have enough, he was so selfish, he always just wanted more and more from people! Why couldn’t he just be satisfied with what he had? He was always grasping and grabbing and wanting to take more and more and it was too much, it had always been too much, for Dan, and his family and everyone and there was no way Erik could possibly be different no matter how much he told himself he was, how could he be?

At last he wrestled back some control, just a little, and found himself still wrapped in Erik’s arms, his fingers gripping his shirt so tight they ached, his face a mess of blood and snot and ugh, how Erik could even stand to be near him. “I’m so terribly sorry,” he said, but it came out as a hoarse whisper.

Erik just brushed his hair out of his face and smiled down at him. “There’s no need to be sorry,” he said. “Would you like to talk?”

Charles didn’t know what to say. It had been a long time since anyone expected him to need anything like that. Telepaths didn’t need stuff like that, they were meant to know everything, they were meant to sort everyone else’s shit out.

“You know, I can always tell when Emma’s having a bad day,” said Erik at last, still combing his fingers through his hair. Charles wanted to close his eyes and press against him with that gentle touch. “Your mind feels different to hers, she doesn’t… hide quite so well as you do. I think if I wasn’t so used to working alongside her I wouldn’t be able to tell with you at all but… I can tell you’re shielding. There’s this… emptiness around you? I don’t know how to explain it. Like you usually take up more space, and now, you’ve shrunk, I suppose is the word.”

Charles stared up at him. “I was… I was trying to keep it close… keep it tucked away.”

“Why?” he asked softly, cupping Charles’ cheeks. “Will you not tell me what happened? Was it too much, last night? Are you… are you having second—”

“No! No, please, I’m not, I don’t want to—it was… it was so much, it was incredible, I’ve never—”

“OK, OK, it’s fine. Breathe, love.” He cuddled him closer and kissed him on the temple and Charles didn’t know whether to melt into him or cry in confusion, push him away and save himself from this uncharted territory, cover his mind in the black and dull every sense to nothing so it stopped hurting all the time. He hadn’t realised how much it hurt until he felt this affection and acceptance and he didn’t know what to do about it, everything just—

“It hurts,” he blurted, and pressed his face to Erik’s chest in shame, swallowing down the sobs that wanted to wrench themselves from his throat. “It hurts, and I don’t… I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t know how to keep this, keep you and I can’t handle it, I don’t know… I don’t know…”

Erik never stopped kissing him, or touching him, stroking his hand over his back and his face and his neck, and it was so good it ached, every muscle arching towards him and terrified to show what he wanted, to show this vulnerability because he always wanted too much. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t even hear what Erik was saying any more, his head throbbing, aching, burning, until suddenly, it all went black.

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He woke in a darkened room, a warm body beneath him, a steady heartbeat and the gradual rise and fall of breathing. He blinked and shifted, and immediately arms wrapped around him, knees came up beside his hips, and he found himself surrounded entirely in Erik’s limbs, held close, cocooned in affection and he wanted to keep dreaming like this forever.

“You’re not dreaming,” said Erik, his voice rough. Charles looked up, shocked to see Erik’s face, his eyes red rimmed and tear stained. “I saw,” he said, brushing hair out Charles’ eyes. “I, uh… your memories. I saw them. I think you were having a panic attack or something, and suddenly you went from zero to sixty and it was like… being buried in your memories.”

“Oh God, Erik, I’m so sorry… are you OK?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just…” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “Not sure whether to kiss you or adopt you, which is a situation I never thought I’d be in, honestly.”

Charles frowned and cocked his head.

Erik took a deep breath and shifted, guiding Charles’ head back down to his chest. “My father died when I was young,” he said. “About fifteen. I saw… they beat him. The war was long over but hatred will always remain.” He shook his head in grief and fury. “He survived the ghettos only to succumb to bastards half his age who…” He trailed off and Charles pressed his face to his chest, covering him in comfort like a blanket. Erik smiled. “I can feel that, you know,” he said. “In my mind. Thank you for not trying to make it go away.”

“I can’t take that from you,” he replied, his voice muffled by Erik’s shirt. “Your anger and grief are entirely justified.”

He combed his fingers through Charles’ hair, and Charles could feel his affection bubbling around them. “I was lucky, though,” he said, and as he spoke, Charles started to see the memories, shared carefully and deliberately, rather than pushing them haphazardly towards him like he was used to. “Had it been a couple of decades ago, the men would have been soldiers and we’d have been nothing but rats to them,” he spat. “But there are enough people who are deeply ashamed of our country’s past… a group of college students saw us, and intervened. They fought the scum back, one of them… one was even a mutant, like me.”

He stopped speaking, the words unable to pass any more, and Charles saw the flashes of grief and fury, but also saw the police taking the bastards away, the paramedics who tried to save his father, the red-skinned man who teleported a distraught Erik away to his mother when his out-of-control mutation was threatening to damage the medical equipment. He saw a long, publicised court case and a thin, grief-lined woman clutching Erik’s hand as they sat in smart clothes to watch the men sentenced.

Charles wrapped his arms around Erik’s waist and wished he had never experienced this pain, wished he could make it all go away.

“I wouldn’t want you to,” said Erik. “To take my pain is to take my desire for justice. If there had been no justice for my family back then, who knows what kind of man I would have been. I don’t think I could have stopped until every one of those men had paid.” Charles felt the arcs of his power swirl in impassioned eddies around the room, making the pipes in the wall moan and the metal fixtures shudder before Erik took a deep breath. “But I didn’t tell you my story to get your sympathy, I told it… well, for two reasons. Firstly because I want us to be on equal footing – I saw your past by accident, it seems only fair to show you mine. And secondly because I want you to see that it’s OK. You have no reason to be ashamed of your past.”

Charles looked up at him, confused. Erik just smiled. “I mean… what happened with your family… with your other lovers? I wish it had never happened to you. But I can’t take it away any more than you can take my father’s death away. What I can do, instead, is to prove that you are enough – you’re more than enough. You’re worth all the care and affection and attention you want so much. You’re…” he took a deep breath. “I think… I might love you…”

Charles froze, every mote of dust crystallising as he stuttered over the thought, as he tried to remember the last time someone had said that to him… Dan had said it as a casual response to his own heart-pounding declaration, so easy for Dan to smile and say the words that meant everything to Charles without even a flicker in his mind. And here was Erik, his entire body and mind vibrating with tension as he gave him this gift, handed him his own heart, every thought waiting to hear how it would be received. Charles looked up, leant over and kissed him, deep and slow and wet because he was fucking crying again, how pathetic!

Erik laughed and rolled him over, pulling back and wiping the tears away with his thumb. “You’re not pathetic, Charles,” he grinned.

“I… I do to, I love you… I thought… I thought you wouldn’t want to know but I do…”

Erik laughed again, bright and joyous, and kissed him on the forehead. He pulled away again and his smile softened. “And to think I thought you were so suave and eloquent when I first met you.”

Charles rolled his eyes. “Honestly, how anyone ever thinks these things about me. I’m a disaster.”

Erik kissed his cheek, his lips, his nose. “Mmmm. You’re my disaster.”

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elizabeth-234 · 6 years ago

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Chapter Thirteen

Someone to Care

Chapter Twelve

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18560182/chapters/44888050

Hi everyone! Hope your week is going well :)

She hadn’t believed her eyes when she saw the Black Widow sitting on the couch with May. Hearing voices coming from the living room was odd because they never usually had people over. May worked too much to have a bunch of friends and Peyton normally just went to Ned’s house. He always had the latest video games and Lego sets to play. She tried to sneak into the kitchen to catch a glimpse of whoever was there. Of course May heard her, she swore the woman had super hearing sometimes, and called her out to the living room.

And there was the Black Widow hanging out with May on the couch. A cold sweat swept through her body as she stared at the woman beside her aunt. Did she know about Spidergirl? After much nagging Mr. Happy had told Peyton that Captain America had gotten away, did she help? She could do this. She could take down the assassin if she wanted to. Maybe. Peyton could feel her hands trembling from a distance and realized that they were both staring at her. She tensed her muscles, ready to jump into action if necessary. But that’s when she really looked at Nat, as her aunt told her. The woman’s skin was sallow and marred with bruises. May’s emergency medical bag was sitting on the coffee table and there were bloody bandages on a plate next to it. She was hurt then, not a threat for now. Peyton stared at Nat’s face and noticed the hope and respect written clearly over it as she gazed at May. She had only ever seen it determined in battle before; it somehow made her seem softer. Nat glanced back a Peyton curiously but she noted with relief, no recognition. All Peyton had to do was gather herself and make sure her aunt stayed safe. She gave some excuse and hurried away to her room, the sound of their laughter leaving a pit in her stomach.

Had Mr. Stark sent her after Peyton? Did he want the suit back? She was brought out of her thoughts when May came into her room and, like always, said exactly the right words. Apparently May knew Miss Nat somehow, which was a whole other can of worms that Peyton tried not to worry about. As long as she didn’t know about Spidergirl she was safe. Mr. Stark trusted the Black Widow and that was enough for her. They had been fighting on the same side after all. But he hadn’t sent her for Peyton. Disappointment mingled with relief at the news that her secret was safe. This was good. He didn’t want the suit back. There was no reason to be disappointed he hadn’t sent Miss Nat. The suit was her one connection back to him and she wanted to keep it. It reminded her that their time was real and she was loath to give it up. She knew she was being a silly teenager. They had only known each other for two weeks but in that short time he had come to mean a great deal to her. She thought about all the times she would tell him about school and decathlon. How he would ask her, prod her, into telling him when she was having a bad day. It made her feel warm inside, like he concerned about Peyton the person.

When she awoke the next morning to go to school she silently peaked out of her room and into the living room. From her vantage point she couldn’t tell if Miss Nat was still on the couch. Cautiously, not wanting to wake her if she was still sleeping Peyton crept down the hall and peered over the coach. The bedding was folded at the end, the glass sat empty on the coffee table. Sighing in relief she walked into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread May bought the other day.

“Good morning Peyton.” She whirled around, grabbing her chest as she faced the woman. Her heart was beating frantically, pounding too fast for so early in the morning. Miss Nat smiled and raised her mug of coffee. “I made more if you need some. Your aunt left for work already.”

“Oh, um. Thank you. I don’t really drink coffee. Makes me super anxious.” She laughed awkwardly and stood there staring, the piece of bread still dangling from her hand.

“You seem familiar,” the woman leaned across the table as she inspected Peyton. “Have I met you somewhere before?”

“Um, I don’t think so. You know, I get that a lot actually.” She brought her hand to the back of her neck, trying to rub away the warmth there and shifted her eyes from the door back to the sitting woman. There was no way she was going to connect herself to Germany or anything. It seemed like her aunt and Miss Nat were friends and she didn’t want anyone to spill her secret, least of all to May. “Are you feeling better than yesterday?”

“Yes, thank you. May did a wonderful job fixing me up.”

“She’s good like that. I was a pretty clumsy kid and whenever I came home with a cut or scrap she would be right there, ready to fix me up.” She smiled at all the memories and the feeling of guilt crept up again until she reminded herself why she was trying to distance herself. “Sorry, um, you probably don’t care.”

“Don’t be sorry Peyton. We were talking. It is normal, I think, for people to share when getting to know each other. You have a lovely family, though I haven’t met your uncle.” A weight dropped inside her as she realized what Nat meant.

“Oh, um, you mean Uncle Ben? He’s not here. What I mean to say is he…” She tried to say the word aloud, to get it out but her throat kept tightening. Nat looked apologetic at her inquiry but not uncomfortable at Peyton’s difficulty in speaking.

“Ah, I see. I’m sorry to hear that. I can tell you loved him very much.”

“Yeah. I did. He was the best.” Peyton cleared her throat, desperate to get out of the stifling apartment. “I have to get to school but you can, um, there should be food in the fridge. I hope you feel better though. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

“No, thank you though, Peyton. I appreciate it. It was a pleasure meeting you. I look forward to seeing you again.”

“You as well Miss Nat.” The woman laughed and like all the adults in her life corrected her address to just Nat. Peyton glanced back at the woman sitting there reading some self-help book from their table, coffee steaming in front of her. The bandage was secured tightly across her cheek making her look as dangerous as she actually was. She waved goodbye and left for school wondering whether their guest would still be there when she got back.

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“Hey, uh, Happy. Hi, Mr. Stark if you’re there. Not that I expect you to listen to these; they are pretty boring. Anyway, I just wanted to report back on my patrols today. Overall it went pretty good. I, uh, explored. I mean scouted a new area. I saw this really yummy looking Thai place. Helped someone carry a bunch of set pieces to a new stage for their production. The play looked really interesting. It was about a sailor’s wife who gets tired of waiting for him to come back so she learns to sail and they live on the sea together. I stopped some guy from harassing his ex-girlfriend. You should have seen his face when in all my grand stature, told him to go away. It was awesome. Anyway, and then I just hung out for a bit. By the way that was a completely different Spidergirl you saw helping them wash the windows on the Woolworth. So, yeah, that’s what I did today. I hope everything is going well. Thanks again for everything. Um, I’m going to go now. This is Peyton by the way. Parker.”

Her apartment was silent when she got back. Breathless. Pale lights streamed in from the windows in the living room giving the room an otherworldly appearance. The smell of dust and stale garbage swept through the air from under the sink. She must have forgotten to take it out this week. Not bothering to turn on any lights Peyton moved through the darkness, avoiding the beams of light as she went. Heading straight for the bathroom that her and May shared, Peyton wondered when May would be home. She had taken to spending nights and between shifts in the nap room at the hospital sometimes if she picked up an extra shift. Sunday being a rare gift of time away. May had been so relieved about the ‘conference’ Peyton went to. She had gushed all about how Tony Stark had dropped her off at home and then worried about how pale he seemed. “Invite him over sometime, P. I’ll make my famous lasagna. That will put some meat back on his bones.” Peyton just laughed and tried to explain that she wasn’t really working closely with Mr. Stark but May just brushed that off with a knowing smile.

The lights in the bathroom flickered before remaining on as Peyton stepped out of her suit. The red and blue fabric crumpled in a pile on the floor; so different than the neatly folded briefcase it had arrived in. She needed a shower before she could even try to sleep and as was her ritual of self pity went over all the reasons Mr. Stark wasn’t contacting her. Again. The plane ride home had been better than before. It was difficult to not fall asleep during the flight and she caught herself dozing multiple times before jerking herself awake. At one point she could feel her head bobbing, as the plane got darker. Mr. Happy must have noticed, or maybe he was just bored of his phone, because he came over and they played a couple rounds of Spit. Which turned out to be diverting. Happy had won the first round because it had been the first time she played that game. But the rounds after that her speed won over and she dominated each round. “I think we have a cheater over here. No one can beat me.” His good-natured smile contradicted his harsh words and they both shared a conspiratorial look.

He hadn’t asked her any personal questions, for which she was grateful. Happy acted like there was nothing abnormal about the situation they had just come from. When they landed he walked them over to another big car, Peyton wasn’t sure the model, and loaded her luggage including the briefcase to her suit. She had raised her eyebrows in question. “It’s yours Peyton. The boss said to make sure you took it home with you.” Her cheeks had flushed with happiness and not thinking, she threw her arms around Happy. She could feel the ridged set of his spine and immediately mimicked it. Murmuring an apology she started to pull away when she felt arms wrap around her. Had someone told her at the beginning of this trip that she would be hugging Happy, she would have been concerned for their health. But here she was. Happy patted her back and let go, clearing his throat before awkwardly motioning to the car. Peyton’s smile lasted pretty much the whole trip home.

“Thank you so much Mr. Happy, uh, Happy. I really appreciate the ride and, well, for everything. Just thank you.” He had given a soft grunt as he surveyed the neighborhood surrounding them. She watched him from the stairs and waved vigorously, probably looking like a fool. He appeared as if he was debating whether to wave or not. He shook his head to himself and started pulling forward still seeing Peyton’s arm wagging in the air. Last minute he raised his hand, moved it jerkily once to the left and right and sped off. The tail lights melting into the night air.

Her stomach growled but she ignored its whining. Peyton felt like she hadn’t eaten anything in a year. It had many hours since lunch and her mind felt sluggish, needing more sustenance. Shower first, then food. She turned without looking in the mirror, not wanting to see the damage quite yet, and stepped into the steaming hot shower. The water ran down her sides and loosened her muscles as it went.

Happy had said they would contact her. But did that mean they would contact her either way or only if they needed something. She worried it might be the latter option. Mr. Stark hadn’t looked at her except for the brief smile they shared. She tried to not be affected. Sure, she hadn’t listened to the plan. But she thought that she helped. Her plan to take down Ant-Man had worked and at the time it had sounded like Mr. Stark was proud. But she was so elated that she became careless and like it always seemed she had ended up hit down, left behind. She wanted to see that proud face again, to hear the delight in his voice when he defended her plan against the other Avengers. But he had shipped her straight back to Happy. Peyton realized he had just been through something she couldn’t fully understand, but she wanted to talk with the man.

As she stepped out of the shower she glimpsed her side out of the corner of her eye and sighed at what she saw. The bruises stood out against her pale skin looking like dark tattoos up and down her sides. A yellow tinge was starting to take over towards the middle of one particularly nasty one right where her ribs ended. They should have been healed already; not eating must have affected her more than she thought. She hadn’t reported the worst of her patrol. The ex-boyfriend had been more than just shocked and his outrage had been taken out on her. But at least the woman was safe and he wouldn’t be bothering her anymore. She just needed to eat and then they would heal right up. Out of the shower she went into her room, ignoring the mess of books in the corner and walked straight to the pile of clothes on her bed. Picking out clean pajamas from the heap she felt mostly brand new. Peyton kept the lights off as she walked to the kitchen, her head aching a touch, and brought her food back into her room to eat in bed.

As she laid on her mattress Peyton thought about how distant her and May had become. Ever since she had gotten these abilities, she had started to detachment herself from May. Penny had seen the damage that happened to the loved ones of heroes and could not take that chance. There was footage of Pepper Potts almost falling into the Pacific Ocean, the damage the hulk had created, and all the chaos that seemed to follow heroes like the stink of an unwanted guest. The weekends were actually some of the times that Peyton broke her rule about isolating herself and let them spend some time together. Those hours felt like her own secret get away; just spending time watching a movie or baking with May. It felt like before she was Spidergirl. Before life started getting hectic. May always worried about Peyton but she had assured her aunt that it was okay. That Peyton appreciated all the hard work she was doing. She had been so embarrassed to have broken down in front of May like that but all of the frustrations and loneliness had just boiled up in her until it burst out of control. It had felt good to release all her emotions and May’s touch had induced a sense of belonging back into her.

But it couldn’t last. If anyone should find out about her secret identity and go after May. Well, she didn’t know what she would do. There were few memories that she had of her parents. Their smiles were hidden behind a mist of the past. And then Ben had . . . gone. There was no way Peyton could even think about him now. And May was the only one left. The only one who cared. Peyton was absolutely not going to be the cause of her getting hurt.

So Peyton started patrolling longer and holing herself in her room. Working harder and harder at school. At first Peyton could tell that May was hurt. She had used their favorite thai restaurant as a temptation multiple times but Peyton had held strong. Now and again she would find little chocolates in her room with a note saying, “I love you.” Each time she found one it made her heart hurt so much and the feeling of loosing someone invaded her all over again. But it was all worth it. No, it wasn’t fair to May; none of it was. May had a sad resignation about her anytime she asked Peyton to hangout. But the important thing was that May was alive and well. She was working too hard, trying to keep them afloat. Peyton had seen the bills May had hidden in the breadbox and they were rapidly stacking up. Her stomach clenched at the stress she was putting May under. Okay, so mostly well and safe.

Her thoughts circled back to Mr. Stark. It had been like a century. Well, seven days to be exact but those seven days had dragged on endlessly. Each morning she would wake up and snatch her phone of the nightstand. The brightness blared into her sleep laden eyes but that didn’t matter. She scanned her notifications to see if Mr. Stark had contacted her and each morning she was left disappointed. Now she was stuck at home, itching to do something.  Not even anything from Happy and she even thought that they had left on pretty good terms. The man had taken care of her while Mr. Stark had finished fighting. But she had heard nothing and it wasn’t for lack of trying. Her voicemails were getting progressively longer and more annoying with everyday. What if she had the wrong number?

“We’ll call you.”

But what did that mean? Mr. Stark had been so good about giving her the information about the Germany trip and now she felt stranded on an island he had personally marooned her on. Well, she would just have to prove herself. Yes, that was it. She would patrol longer and harder, find bigger fish to fry so to speak. If she could just show Mr. Stark that she could do it everything would be okay. Happy got the voicemails but maybe if they were impressive enough he would send them onto Mr. Stark.

Her desperation was starting to affect more than just her thoughts and her nerves were going haywire. She had been snappier than usual, taking out her frustration on Ned and had even been close to going off on MJ when she snuck up behind Peyton at their lockers today. Her decisions on patrols had also been getting sloppier than normal. But it just seemed like her brain was giving her body the cold shoulder. They weren’t communicating properly and as a result her patrols were getting more dangerous. But what did it matter? She was still helping people and in those moments of danger the feeling of being alone seemed to disappear.

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“If you’re so sure I’m not a threat why don’t you come get me then?” The blood was rushing down her body and pooled in the crown of her skull. Her feet were the only part of her body securely attached to the ceiling; the rest was dangling in mid-air. She puffed her chest trying to be as intimidating as possible, which should have been easy in the suit, but somehow these buffoons were not receiving the signal. The duo stared at her seemingly confused as to why she was trying to stop them. “I can hang here all day gentleman but somehow I think those stupid looks would still be plastered on your faces.”

That was a step in the right direction. At least the one in the knitted cap had the idea to look insulted. The other man, a balding, rail thin, weasel just stood there. “Uh, boss? I thought Spiderman was, you know, a boy and all.” The cap clad man turned so his back now facing her and gave the weasel a thump on the head.

“Where’d you hear that Joe?”

“Boss,” The whining in Joe’s voice almost made Peyton want to stop them right there but this was too entertaining. “It says man right in the name.” That gave the boss a moment’s pause before he swiveled back to look at her accusingly.

“Well, now. What do you have to say bout that Spiderman?” She gave a small shrug and said “Last time I checked I was a girl. What about it?”

The weasel stepped forward “I’m real sorry about that Miss Spiderman. We meant no harm.” He looked properly contrite and Peyton was almost touched by his concern.

“At least I would know how to rob a warehouse properly and why are you robbing here of all places?” It was just a regular warehouse, looked like it had been rundown for years when she had caught wind of these two keystone cops trying to break in. They weren’t in costume, as some criminals were prone to wear in New York (you get some real weird ones), but were actually in uniforms matching the signs outside. So why would employees be looking to rob their workplace? All three of them stared at each other before what she said sunk in. Then they spoke at once over each other.

“Spiderman robs stores? What’re you trying to stop us for?”

“I’m telling you boss. It’s a woman.”

“I mean, I would know if I were a bad guy. You know, but I’m here to stop… Ouch.” A burning pain erupted from her side as she brought her hand instinctively over the origin of it. Raising her gloved hand in front of her face she noticed a darkening of the material, the smell of iron permeated into the air. She dropped down to the ground and saw a third man standing there. Blazing gun in his hand.

“What are you two idiots doing? We need to get in and out fast. They will be alerted and on their way soon.” This one was larger than the other two, both in height and width, and Peyton was upset that she had missed the fact that there were three of them working together. The burning was spreading out from her side as her hand clasped the wound, trying to stifle the blood.

“Not so fast.” Her voice sounded stronger than she felt. Having never been shot before was slightly worried about what would happen. She did have faster than normal healing but would this be too much for her body? Would she have to go to the hospital? Pushing those thoughts away she had to focus on apprehending these guys first.

She webbed the man with the gun first, making sure to punch him extra hard. Twice for good measure. “That’s for shooting me. It really hurt.” His head bobbed there until it sunk down in unconsciousness and then twirled to face the two other men. Their faces looked surprised, like they didn’t really think she was going to stop them until now. She needed to act quickly. The blood had started running quicker and she could feel it coating down her left thigh.

“Alright. Who wants to go first?” Not waiting for an answer she pitched both hands forward and webbed them over their mouths. Jumping over the two of them she grabbed one arm from each and handcuffed them together, doing the same to the other arms before webbing them directly to the floor. Making sure they were all secure Peyton stumbled out of the warehouse, gasping for fresh air. All the movement had not done her side any favors and the throbbing was getting worse.

A tingling feeling swept over her abdomen as she stood in the deserted alleyway. Her heart was beating unbearably fast but a fog made its way over her thoughts. She should call Mr. Stark. That’s really all she wanted to do. But she couldn’t. He obviously didn’t want her contacting him. Happy was only being nice. The itching around the opening was getting worse and begun to heat up making her gasp. Peyton was scared. She didn’t know what to do and was alone. This time her loneliness crushed her, making it painfully obvious that she had no one. Her knees gave out as she felt hot moisture gather in her eyes. All she wanted was to have her aunt hold her like she had that weekend, her fingers caressing her like she was a little girl again. The heavy tears began to fall freely making her mask uncomfortably wet. But she did not want to remove it. Did not want to have the world bare witness to her weakness. What a sight she must have been, a pitiful girl kneeling in a puddle. The alley’s shadows bringing forth her every fear and insecurity as she bent her head in her hands.

A cool hand touched her shoulder and she noticed a pair of red boots standing before her. Now she was just imaging things, there was no way he would be here after everything. Iron Man was the strongest Avenger and she was too weak. He wouldn’t want her, had shown that he didn’t want her anymore. “Peyton. You okay?” She didn’t respond, not seeing the point, as he wasn’t actually in front of her. Slowly the hand moved from her shoulder and she missed the weight of it there. The reminder that he could be here in her thoughts. It moved to the back of her head and carefully pulled her mask off, dragging the water trails and snot along her face. She couldn’t look away from those shoes. Couldn’t bear to see if he was there or not. She heard a swish and felt a very real human hand under her chin.

“Peyton, sweetie. I’m right here.” The hand slowly brought pressure and she peaked upward and directly into his brown orbs. More tears gathered as she stared at the lines around his eyes. “There she is. I’m so sorry Peyton. More than I can ever say.”

Her face crumpled as the tears building blurred his face. The hand under her chin moved to cup her cheek. Tentatively she leaned into the hand, taking comfort in the coolness against her feverish skin. It was getting harder to ignore the buzzing in her head but didn’t want to move away from the hand. She could feel him moving her other hand away from the wound and swear at what he saw.

“Come on Peyton. We need to get you to a doctor.” Frowning, she tried to shake her head no. There was no way she could go to a doctor. She wasn’t even wearing her mask. His words were becoming fainter and a heartbeat roared in her ears, the pulses steadily beating slower. His voice sounded insistent but she couldn’t concentrate on anything besides the red and gold of his suit. Her legs gave out and she felt the cool hands catch her from sliding fully into the puddle. The beating was all she knew as the world tunneled to red, then black.

Thank you!

Chapter Fourteen

#irondad #spideyson #mcu fanfiction #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #natasha romanoff #female peter parker #peter is female #mcu #writing #black widow #AO3 #ao3fic #someone to care

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winryofresembool · 6 years ago

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Love Can Melt the Ice, ch 14

Aka EdWin ice skating AU continues.

Summary: Ed and Winry’s friends relentlessly teasing them x)

A/N: I don’t really know what I should say other than that this is just a silly little (or not so little, as it’s somehow the longest yet) chapter before the most important part. Getting back to sports again in the next chapter (I’m excited and frightened). Still a few more chapters left, stay tuned :3 Once again, please enjoy and Review!

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Next chapter: [x]

Words: 3100+ (what is life?)

Genre: cotton candy, humor in this chapter

Warnings: swearing, some suggestive themes (tried to keep it p clean tho. DON’T GET TOO EXCITED! It’s not what you think it is)

The locker room was suddenly empty. Ed could have sworn his teammates had been there a moment ago, but now they were nowhere to be seen; not even Mustang, who was always the last to go, being the life of the room. Before he had time to start looking for them, though, Ed heard a door opening and saw a familiar blonde-haired young woman approaching him. She was wearing her usual outfit, jeans and a white hoodie with Amestris’ logo on it, and her hair was in its usual ponytail. Something still seemed different.

Winry was smiling in a way Ed didn’t remember seeing earlier. Warmth rushed all the way to his crotch when he wondered what it might mean, and he tried to quickly focus on something else, failing badly. How hadn’t he noticed earlier that she had the cutest lips, pink and soft looking, demanding to be kissed? And her eyes sparkled like two sapphires?

“Hi,” she greeted him a bit shyly, stopping in front of his locker.

“Hi. What are you doing here? I thought no outsiders were allowed inside?” Ed asked, still a bit distracted by his earlier thoughts.

“I don’t know about that.” She shrugged. “But I know no one was there to keep watch. As for why I’m here… I guess I just wanted to see you.” She blushed cutely and Ed had to resist the urge to kiss her then and there.

Suddenly the girl took the jersey Ed had left lying on the bench and put it on her.

“What do you think? Doesn’t it suit me?” she spun around in it and made a graceful curtsy when she stopped, reminding Ed of the move she had done when he first saw her at the Olympic venue.

“It… looks nice.” Ed resisted the urge to rub the back of his neck, feeling a bit awkward.

“Thank you.” Winry smiled brightly and bowed down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “You look so cute when you blush.”

She poked his nose lightly and moved her mouth close to his ear, so she could whisper:

“Would you like to know what I look like when I wear nothing but this?”

“Winry!” Ed yelped in shock. Since when had she been so straightforward? They weren’t even dating (or that was at least what he kept telling himself), why did she suddenly act like that? He would have been lying, though, had he claimed a part of him didn’t enjoy this side of her.

“I… I think I wouldn’t mind that,” he added quietly when she kept staring at him, looking slightly disappointed. Her expression brightened, and she told him to wait for a moment before disappearing from his view…

But he never got to know what for, because a voice woke him up.

”Morning, sunshine.”

Ed slowly opened his eyes when he heard a female voice talking next to him. His heart rate suddenly jumped from 70 to 150 when he registered that he was sharing a bed with a woman. And not just any woman… the same woman who had just been very cute in his dream. He tried to remember if they had done anything other than talking and sighed of relief when he realized he still had his T-shirt and boxers on. Good. They probably hadn’t done anything. He couldn’t let himself get that out of control, although he had to admit it was getting harder and harder to deny he was damn attracted to her. His dreams were getting more intense as well, and he hated himself for it.

“Morning, gearhead,” he answered, rubbing his eyes before getting a better look at the person next to him. She was sitting on the other side of the bed, already wearing her day clothes (the very same hoodie and jeans as in the dream), ready to go to that meeting of hers she had mentioned the day before.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked nonchalantly while brushing her shining blonde hair. “I thought I’d wake you up before I leave but it turned out to be harder than I thought.”

“Yeah, I did… Actually, I don’t remember…”

“Remember what?”

Ed hesitated before answering, blushing slightly. “When was the last time I slept so well… I usually wake several times a night.”

“Oh. Well, I slept pretty well myself.” She didn’t add she had been even more reluctant than usual to get up when it was way more comfortable to rest there in his warmth, listening to his heartbeat and soft snores. Sure, her shoulder had been sore from sleeping in such position, but who cared? It had felt right, and she would be lying if she claimed she wouldn’t want to repeat this in the future.

The thought ‘you never know what might happen to you tomorrow’ had crossed her mind too many times after her parents’ accident, but waking up next to Ed, she realized she wasn’t scared of it anymore. She was looking forward to finding out even more about this mysterious man and spending more time with him. She only hoped he wouldn’t freak out if she admitted it out loud.

Thus she simply answered: “Good.”

There was an awkward silence, neither knowing what to say next. They knew they should talk about last night, about how this would affect their relationship… but it was so hard to bring up.

“So, I’ll probably be gone for a few hours, but would you like to get some lunch later today?” Winry finally asked.

“Al said he wants to hang out with me today, but you can of course join us later on if you don’t mind. We’re also gonna go to the game this evening.”

“Of course I don’t, he seems great! By the way, he told me some awesome stories about you yesterday.” Winry winked, letting Ed know exactly what kind of stories those were.

“That asshole! He’s gonna get his ass kicked today, you can trust me on that.”

“How do you plan to do that with a broken leg?” She asked innocently.

“Oh, ha, ha, are you taunting an injured man?”

“What if I am?”

Winry climbed on the bed and pushed him down to the laying position, sitting on his lap dangerously close to the area Ed was trying to avoid her seeing (a result of the dream he still hadn’t gotten in control).

“You are playing dangerous games, woman,” Ed growled, pretending to be annoyed.

“You think so?”

“Mhhhm”

“Well, I admit I can play!” she exclaimed and “attacked” Ed with her fingers. However, he wouldn’t have been Edward Elric if he hadn’t fought back as well as he could his hands finding her sides. Both of them tried to tickle the other, squirmed and laughed until finally got tired of the game. Winry rested her head against the crook of Ed’s neck for a moment, taking in the earthy scent. For some reason it felt very comforting, she admitted in her mind. Ed stroke her hair absentmindedly, smiling softly at the girl despite still feeling slightly uncomfortable. Just as Winry was rising for her spot, they heard the lock of the door making a ‘click’ sound.

“Winry, are you here?”

Gracia Goode wasn’t prepared to see what she found on Winry’s bed. What she saw was Winry kneeling on top of Ed, their hairs messy, clothes disheveled, cheeks blushed and eyes guilty when they turned to look at her.

“This… isn’t what it looks like!” Winry said immediately and stood up as fast as she could.

“Oh? Then what is it?” Gracia asked teasingly.

“Ed accidentally left her card key with his teammate Havoc last night so he spent the night here… you know, since you don’t sleep here,” Winry babbled faster than necessary, the red spots on her cheeks brightening with every word she uttered.

“And that’s clearly the reason why it’s necessary you guys were in the same bed, doing something that clearly looked like…”

“Um… we… we were just having a tickling contest.” Winry mumbled.

“Besides, you came here without a warning,” Ed added, still upset about the interruption.

“Ed! You don’t have to be rude. Technically, this is her room too,” Winry scolded angrily.

“It’s OK,” Gracia shook her head, “Don’t worry Ed, I was just teasing you guys.” The playful smirk returned to her face soon, however. “You should have seen yourselves, though, you are just like I and Maes were a few years ago…”

The two youngsters groaned and hid their faces into their hands in embarrassment. Finally, Winry remembered to ask:

“Why did you come here in the first place? Did you forget something here?”

“Oh no, I just came to see you, thinking we’d go to the meeting together. Maybe get a chance to catch up, and stuff. You did remember about the meeting, right?” She eyed her messy look suspiciously.

“Of course I did!” Winry said defensively. “I know Garfiel would kill me if I missed it.”

“He wouldn’t do that to you, he’s completely smitten over you. I swear, when we are alone, he always praises you to the moon and back.”

“Oh? I didn’t know that. Uhm, guess I’ll brush my hair and… then we can go. Edward,” Winry turned to him seriously. “I don’t mind you staying here after I go but if I ever find out you’ve touched any of my stuff… you’ll regret it.” “Wouldn’t dream of doing anything like that!” he grinned innocently and earned a light punch on his shoulder. “What? I’m telling the truth!”

“OK, OK. I trust you.” Winry sighed and straightened her hoodie. “I’ll text you when I’m done with everything.”

“Great. Later!” he waved his hand lazily, settling back into Winry’s bed once he heard the door closing.

One part of him wished, the other part didn’t, that the earlier dream would return…

“Winry, your doctor just dropped in and said he wanted to make the final check-up before the big competition. How’s your foot feeling right now?” Garfiel asked when the women showed up at the arena where the rest of their figure skating team was already waiting.

“It’s much better now, I don’t really feel anything weird in it anymore,” Winry reassured him, making some moves with it to prove her point.

“That sounds very promising! If the doctor gives you a green light, you might even get to practice a bit before the short program.”

“Awesome! I can’t wait to get back to the ice,” Winry said with excitement. She felt a tiny twinge of guilt when she remembered that Ed wasn’t as lucky, but she had learned to read him well enough to know he wouldn’t want her to worry about him when she was about to compete in her biggest competition yet.

“Hey, how did things go with your little boyfriend last night?” Paninya asked when Garfiel left the room for a moment to get something.

“He’s still not my boyfriend, Pan, but I’d say the things are… progressing.” Winry’s face went adorably pink when she remembered the moments they shared in her room.

“What do you mean? Please tell me you guys have smooched already.”

“N-no, we haven’t! But I think there were a couple of moments when he was going to…”

“I think Maes needs to have a little talk with him. The boy slept in your bed and he still hasn’t kissed you?! Tsk tsk,” Gracia gave her input.

“Gracia! Like I said, it wasn’t what it looked like! He just… comforted me because I was upset about something and then we just sort of… fell asleep… in my bed… and we were just goofing around before you arrived… Gosh, that sounds so bad!”

“Winry, what have I missed?” Paninya asked immediately. “Why was he in your room?”

“Paninya, please, keep quiet! He was in my room because he had left his card key with one of his teammates and I wouldn’t just leave him there in the hallway.”

“But what if he had taken advantage of you or something?”

“He has a broken leg, do you think I wouldn’t be able to deal with him if it came down to it?” Winry pretended to be offended that her friend had so little faith in her. “Besides, he’s not like that… I trust him. He wouldn’t do anything like that. I was telling the truth earlier, he hasn’t even kissed me even though I’ve been giving him signs.”

“Is it just me or did you just sound upset when you said that final part?” Paninya continued her taunting. She hadn’t ever seen Winry this into someone and she wouldn’t waste the opportunity to tease her. Winry had done the same to her when she had had a huge crush on Rose but neither had dared to make the first move.

“Uh… don’t be ridiculous, Pan. I respect his choice and won’t rush him into anything.”

“You still want to get into his pants. Oh man, I hope he’s gonna make his first move soon because you look like you are going to explode from all the tension any minute now.”

“Can we please change the topic now?” Winry pleaded, raising her hand in the air in defeat.

“Give her a break, Pan,” Rose, the only person would get her quiet, finally said. “Hey, let’s talk about the Olympics instead. I overheard Mei Chang talking with a reporter the other day, she seemed really confident about winning a medal in the individual competition.”

“Huh, that little brat? Winry, you have to promise you’ll beat her, I can’t take another fourth place like in the team event… She beat our Gracia by only 0,1 points!”

“Paninya, you are over dramatic. I’ve talked to her a few times and she’s fine. Her team was simply better this time. As for the next competition… I’ll do my best. But so will you! I don’t understand why you all are raising me on the pedestal when you guys are just as good and have been able to train unlike me!”

“Pffft, you know you are better than us, there’s no need to pretend.”

“Nope.” Winry refused to accept Paninya’s compliments. “Repeat after me: I will do my best no matter what, and I will not compare myself to others.”

“Fine. I will do my best no matter what, and I will not compare myself to others. But you owe me now, you’ll have to tell me all the juicy details about Edward afterwards.”

“Pan!!!”

“Hey, Mustang, have you seen Havoc?” Ed asked when he and Al showed up in team Amestris’ locker room later that day.

“Think he’s loitering in the coffee room, he was just complaining about a huge headache or something.”

“Leave it for him to get shitdrunk a night before the important match…” Ed sighed. “If you guys are ever gonna throw me a party again, either don’t invite him, or at least make sure it’s not right before you’re supposed to play team Xing.”

“Duly noted. Although I seem to recall your preparation for some of your previous games wasn’t always the epitome of professional either.”

“Hey! At least they weren’t the Olympic games! I take this stuff seriously, Captain Bastard.”

“Chill out, Fullmetal. Why did you want to see Havoc anyway?”

“I left something with him last night…” Ed didn’t want to reveal anything about the night with Winry to him, but he should have known he wouldn’t get off with it so easily. Especially not with Al around.

“Brother, you’re hiding something. What did you leave with him?” the younger brother asked curiously.

“Just my card key!” The “just” in his sentence didn’t sound convincing at all.

“OK? But… how did you get into your room then?” Al asked.

Ed cursed himself for not making up a story about the hotel receptionist giving him a spare one or anything like that. Now it was too late to do that. Al could see right through him. Besides, Gracia knew, and if Gracia knew, it meant also…

“Yo, Edward! I heard you had some lady company last night!”

Ed swore that the stitches in his leg were ripped open in that moment simply from the shock. Maes looked extremely happy, Roy looked like he was about to burst any minute now, and Al was having that mischievous smile of his that never knew anything good.

“Gracia told you?” Ed mumbled through his hands, trying to cover his embarrassed face.

“You have a good taste Ed, figure skaters are fantastic in…”

“STOP! I don’t want to hear any more!” Ed yelled before Maes managed to finish his sentence.

“Wait a second…” Roy finally found his voice. “Did I understand correctly that you spent a night with the lovely Ms. Rockbell?”

“So what if I did? How many times do I need to tell you it’s none of your fucking business, Mustang?”

“And how many times do I need to tell you to watch your language, Edward?”

Al finally saw his chance to participate in the discussion: “Brother, I didn’t think you’d have it in you. Congratulations! One question, though: how the hell did you woo her?”

“I didn’t ‘woo’ her, we didn’t do anything!”

“Just when I thought you had gained some balls… Disappointing, Fullmetal.” Roy shook his head.

“Ugh, can I explain what happened? We were getting into our own rooms when I noticed I was missing my key. I had forgotten it with Havoc who had used it earlier to get my crutches. I knew there was no way I could have contacted him at that time, so Winry suggested I sleep in the extra bed in her room since Gracia doesn’t use it.”

“Bleh, I don’t believe that’s all there is to it. You did get into her bed, didn’t you?”

“And why the fuck does this interest all of you?”

Ed seemed to be very close to throw his crutches to the closest person’s head so Roy decided to calm the situation down.

“I’m gonna be honest, for once, Ed. I really don’t want to hear what happened between you and Winry. It’s just too much fun to see you that flustered. But believe it or not, I am happy that you are making progress with her because I’ve seen her make you smile during this short time more than you have smiled in probably ten years. Tell her my regards to keep on doing whatever she’s doing with you.”

“What’s going on here? Why is everyone being so loud?” Havoc entered the room, still holding a bag of ice on his head.

“Look, it’s our hero, Jean Havoc, whom we can thank for Edward’s latest adventure.” Hughes laughed.

“Huh?” the blonde-haired man asked in confusion, having not heard about what had happened to Ed yet.

“Edward spent a night with a lady friend thanks to you having his key.”

Havoc burst out laughing and only stopped to say:

“That almost makes this headache worth it!”

#edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #my fics #fullmetal alchemist #ice skating au #sry for possible typos btw

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wlwhc · 7 years ago

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A to Z Fluffy - Kara Danvers

(A/N): DID SOMEONE NEEDED SOME KARA FLUFF??? BECAUSE I DO

A = Attractive.

What do they find attractive about the other?

Your eyes. She's in love with your eyes, she will often get lost on them. That's why she doesn't like it when you don't look at her while you talk, even if just you being shy, she will cup your cheek with her hands and lift your face so you can look at her. In a moment of angtyness (idk if that's even a word but fuck it), she will find comfort in them, or strength. Just a look and she will know if she has to keep fighting or calm the fuck down. Your eyes are definitely the things that she worships more for you.

B = Baby

Do they want a family? Why? / Why not?

Hell yeah, Kara is thrilled by the idea of having mini-y/ns running around the house. Even if they don't even look or act like you, she's still going to say that they are mini-y/n. Adopting is also something that she really wants to do, knowing how nice was for her being adopted, she wants to give that happiness to a child that may be getting through a similar situation has hers. And she secretly wants to see her daughter/son dress up as Supergirl/man, she can't help it.

C = Cuddle

How do they cuddle?

Just like the older Danvers, Kara needs her daily doses of cuddles to function properly. Cuddles for her are like sun rays okay? it helps her get charge with love. Normally she has Alex to squish, but know that she has you, she has become depended on your and only your warmth. Alex sometimes gets jealous because her sister prefers to cuddle with you rather than her.She will often hug you from behind, and slowly hide in the crook of your neck, and after a few seconds, she will drag you to the couch.

Most of the times she will hug you, taking the part of being the big spoon, just because she says that you're unbelievably soft and just cute and she just loves to hold you, knowing that you feel safe on her arms.But there are other times when she appears on the balcony, her bright smile replaced by a pout and her head hanging low, those times are when she needs to be pampered a little, okay maybe a lot. Which you don't care because come on! is Kara, is your baby hero. She will hug you and rest her head on your chest, hearing your calming heartbeats, playing with your hands and rambling about her bad day.

D = Date

what are dates with them like?

A mess, a sweet and sometimes fun mess. With her messy schedule of saving the city every 5 seconds, most of the dates are canceled, especially the ones that implied going out. Sometimes she will come back fast, but other times, you will be left alone, and that's something she hates, when she does come back, she will apologize for the rest of the week.

But when you two have the miracle of enjoying a date she will turn into a shy and clumsy mess. You make her feel like a loving sick puppy, she just can't help but smile just with the thought of you, imagine how she is when you are on a date with her, complimenting her outfit and being all sweet with her, she dies! (even though you are always like that with her but she seems to be more affected by your compliments on dates) you're worst than kryptonite for her!

Bonus: Always make sure to bring some warmer clothes because sometimes Kara has the urge of taking you for a ride, the Kryptonian has a soft spot for stars and she always loves to look at their reflection in your eyes.

E = Everything

You are my ____ (e.g my life, my world)

"You're my sun. You enlightened me with your beauty and embrace with your warmth, if it wasn’t for you... I would not be able to keep fighting. You're stronger than any hero but softer than clouds, I have been blessed... You're my sun...my new goddess, Rao must be jealous of me"

F = Feeling

When did they know they were falling in love?

She realizes that she had been rambling about you the whole week. Actually, she didn’t realize it, Alex points it out to her. And it made sense, kind of, Alex had to help her a little bit more by asking her in a very subtle way (not really) if she likes you. The thing was that she realize more than that.

"Kara... Do you like her?"

"oF COURSE I DO I-H-How's that even a question?! Haven't you paid attention to what I was saying?! She's an amazing person! She's smart and brave and she's so badass and and yesterday she-"

"I mean like like her"

"oh..Oh!...*blushes like crazy* oHHHH!!!!"

"I'm taking that as a yes"

"..oh Rao..."

G = Gentle

Are they gentle with you? if so, how?

You're her beautiful, tiny and very very fragile human. Feather touches, it does not help that she has super strength when you two are making out or something else ;), she will ask you every 5 seconds if you're alright or if she's holding you too tight.Talking about words, she's also very gentle, always making sure to not raise her voice too much, or to lash out at you after she has a bad day at work. She's actually gentle with you on a daily basis with everything.

H = Hand/Hold

How do they like to hold hands?

Always. She likes to hold your hands all the time. But she loves to walk around hand in hand, swinging your arm, or walking hand in hand while your shoulders are brushing. She will kiss your hand/palm very often too, she likes how you blush. She also loves to play with your fingers, she can spend a lot of time by just playing with them, it had become a habit by now.

I = Impression

First Impression/s

Like I already said before, your eyes can make her melt in an instant. So when she first saw you, and those amazing eyes, she got petrified. Lena had to drag her away from you not because she talks a lot, it was actually the opposite. You were supposed to interview Lena, Kara had asked you if she could do it first because she was in a hurry and you kindly agreed, everything was under control , but then you decided to take your sunglasses off, along with your ponytail, that's when Kara stop working and Lena had to almost slap her to reality.

That's about physical, but let's talk about your personality shall we?. She finds everything you think amazing, being a reporter yourself and a very good one, makes her love for you even bigger. You are kind, brave and faithful, you never give up on anyone and always believe that people must know the truth, you thought about justice as also pick her interest in you. She started going to your office for "working advice" just to be the whole day complimenting you and getting to know you better. The mighty Kriptonian fell and she didn't have plans to change that.

J = Joker

Are they into pulling pranks?

YES , THAT SNEAKY KRYPTONIAN. She loves to pull very silly and non-harmful pranks on you. Like scaring you with a "BOO!" out of the nowhere, or appearing out of the window of your office, just things to laugh about.

K = Kisses

How do they kiss?

Surprisingly passionate.

I know she looks al soft and cuddly but her kisses will take your breath away. This girl has so much love to give, she just wants to love you and she wants you to feel it too, by feeling it I mean the kissing you until you can’t breathe anymore.

She’s always so eager to kiss you but she’s shy to ask you or to do it herself, until she just burst into a full-blown of impulse and will kiss you, no matter who is there or where you are or the moment, just fuck it! she’s like “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE” and boom! she will be grabbing you by the waist or your neck, with soft hands and addictive lips.

She likes to grab you by the waist most of the times, even more, if you’re tiny or smaller than her. But if you’re at least her same height she will grab you by the back of your neck and gently push you towards her, locking you in her arms, not that is necessary but she likes to do it while scratching the back of your neck/head.

oh! and she looooooves to interlock her fingers with your locks of hair, she just loves your hair in general, which is ironic considering the beauty of her hair

and I got out of topic sorry, next!

L = little things

what little things do they love/notice?

Your facial expressions and body movement. She’s always watching that thing, for two reasons.

One: she finds it very endearing, every little frown or crinkle, just any facial expression cause her to smile.

Two: Alex once said about the importance of reading your enemie’s body language, so you know how they’re feeling and their next move.

Kara had taken this very seriously and made it her goal to use this for now on. But then she found out that you always look down to your shoes when you’re uncomfortable, or you do this cute hand movement when you’re nervous, or your nose will do this adorable thing when you don’t like something, and so on and on. And without even realizing it, she can read you like an open book, and that’s something she’s always watching, to know that you’re okay and because she loves it.

M = Memory

their favorite moment together

Your first date with her.

It was a disaster, but she somehow ended up earning a kiss from you and popstickles, so it was a very good date for her, even though an alien almost kills you and destroy the restaurant, the chef end up being eaten by the alien and your food burned...like the building.

If that wasn’t bad enough, when everything was calm and okay, she didn’t seem to know how to talk, she was so nervous and everything she could muster was yes and no, oh and blurt out things like:

“oh Rao her lips”

“that dress is...too tight”

“don’t use your x-ray, don’t you dare Kara-oh Rao”

she was a mess, the date was a mess, but it was fun for you, and she will never forget when she tried to say goodbye and kiss your cheek, but end up kissing your lips, best date ever.

N = Nickel

Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

Y E S

But mostly with food, she will always bring you food, all the time

O = Orange

what color reminds them of their other half?

The color of your eyes

P = Petnames

What pet-names do they use?

Babe

Baby

Sweetheart

Goddess

Princess

Baby girl, yes, she use that ...and a lot

Q = Questions

what are the questions they’re always asking?

¿Where are you?

Since she’s always saving the world, she’s often flying to whatever place you are, or maybe a threat is near you or it could be near you, so she’s always asking you where the f*ck are you because she’s that overprotective, and obviously, the next question is ¿how are you?

R = Remember

Their favorite memory of each other

There was this time when you came back from work exhausted, every week for one month, it was because of a big part of a magazine, and if you did everything right then the place was yours. Kara was also busy saving the world, so there wasn’t much time for you two to see each other, that’s why Kara started sneaking into your apartment before you got to sleep so both of you could at least hold each other at night.

The thing is that she got used to having your warmth, so when you got back up to your normal schedule, Kara missed sleeping with you, holding your exhausted figure close to her. This had taken a bad effect on her, by not being able to sleep without you by her side, so she started sneaking to your house again, and one night you surprise her by knocking at her door, a bag in hand, and with your fluffy pajamas already on.

Kara thought you wanted to have some girls night, but you actually end up proposing to her the chance to move with you, or you with her. Her face was priceless, no more night without sleep, having you there with her all the time, seeing you more often, it is heaven for the soft Kryptonian.

That’s her favorite memory, you asking her lived together. She is still shocked that you loved her and now she is waking up by your side in a house that you two shared, she should have sneak on your apartment sooner.

(A/N): omg I almost turn this into a drabble I need to calm down, I have so many Kara feelings, what the hell

S = Sad

How they cheer themselves / each other up

Cuddles and food, cuddles and more food.

Sometimes she won’t even want to talk or hear someone talking, she just needs affection and a lot of love. So just cuddle with her and fed her please, this baby needs love.

She gets sad if you’re sad, so sometimes you two end up cheering up each other. She will do everything to cheer you up, from taking you for a ride (lol I mean fly) through the city, to stay all day with you no matter how hard is the earth being attacked. Is almost the same, cuddles and food, but she will use her words a lot, always encouraging you and talking to you about what is making you feel so sad/upset. Sometimes she will even sing to you.

T = Talking

what do they love talking about?

You, Cheese right? but true. She will start talking about reporter stuff and end up asking your point of you about some themes, and somehow the conversation will take a big turn and you will end p telling her about that time you fell from your bike when you were 7 because you tried to rider faster than a car but end up crashing against a dumpster. She’s always going to manage to talk about you.

Truth be told, anything that was a little bit of you in it, she will love it, like your point of views or your thought about something. She just loves to talk to you and hear what you are thinking.

U = Universe

Use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

“ She is water.

Powerful enough to drown you.

Soft enough to cleanse you.

Deep enough to save you.”

V = Very___

they thoughts about each other (e.g she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying)

She’s very protective, you’re very courageous, she’s very gentle, you’re very fragile, she’s very heroic, you’re very interesting.

W = Why

Reason why they love each other

You are there for her no matter what, you wait for her, you walk to her pace and you always listen to her. You valid her, and you do not push her to do things she don’t want to do, you trust her and most importantly, you loved her for her, and not the big symbol on her chest, yes, you love Supergirl, you if Kara wouldn’t have chosen to be that, she’s more than sure that you would love her anyway.

X = Xylophone

What’s their song?

Fifth Harmony - Squeeze

Camila Cabello - Never be the same

Clean Bandit - Symphony ft Zara Larsson

Little Mix - Your Love

I KNOW IT’S TOO MANY SONG BUT I COULDN’T PUT JUST ONE I LOVE HER OMG AND 5H AND LITTLE MIX AND JUST EVERYONE AND KARA AND I’ll calm down now..sorry

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookie to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You’re the stick to my popsicle (this is so lame I’m sorry)

Z = Zebra

if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Hope you liked it guys!

if you do don’t be shy and comment! I love when people comment!

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All of the get in my businesses!!!

YASSSSS

The meaning behind my url: Uh I was a 21p blog ages ago and truce is a v meaningful song so I haven’t really thought to change it to anything else to be honest

A picture of me: :^)

How many tattoos i have and what they are: I have none bc I’m both poor and a little bitch

Last time i cried and why: I think it was probably yesterday because I’m stressed about EVERYTHING

Piercings i have: I sorta have my ears pierced but I haven’t put earrings in them for over 10 years so they’ve p much closed up lmao rip

Favorite band: UHHH idk I haven’t listened to music properly in so long because I’ve had exams but I’m always going to be stanning The 1975 and Bastille until I die and I’m so in love w/ the Lumineers so?

Biggest turn offs: people that r just a bit too silly n stupid, being hurt and stuff, um idk

Top 5 (Polish words): (in no particular order lmao omg I don’t have an awful lot to choose from) Chleb, Nie, miłość, jajko, żaba

Tattoos i want: I wan’t a little yin yang or mb like just a yin idk, um also I want all the lyrics to Eat Pierogi written on my forehead

Biggest turn ons: IDK I’m a baby lmao but um being nice to me lol idk um being dominant I need to be told what to do 24/7 lmao

Age: 18 but mentally about 5

Ideas of a perfect date: Walking a lot somewhere pretty like a forest or something and then going home and ordering chinese food

Life goal: To live in Poland and be able to speak the language well enough to be able to work as a nurse there

Piercings i want: Definitely my ears again, other than that I don’t think I can be bothered to get any more

Relationship status: Very much in a relationship

Favorite movie: I DON’T KNOW every time I watch a new film it becomes my favourite

A fact about my life: Uhh idk it’s not very interesting at the minute but hopefully I should be moving out soon and by hopefully I mean very very hopefully

Phobia: Flying, also like creepy crawlies walking all over me

Middle name: Leigh I guess

Height: Like 5′5 pretty much

Are you a virgin? Nop

What’s your shoe size? 5 I’m a baby

What’s your sexual orientation? I guess I’m graysexual but I just say I’m ace it’s easier

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? I drink sometimes that’s about it

Someone you miss: Josh lol what’s new also my BAB

What’s one thing you regret? Taking Biology and Chemistry at A Level and wasting two years of my life

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Alex Lawther,

Favorite ice cream? EEE cookie dough

One insecurity: My stomach I hate it I want to cut it off

What my last text message says: ahhh okay xxxx

Have you ever taken a picture naked? lol yeah

Have you ever painted your room? No :(

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? Like at parties

Have you ever slept naked? Yeah like twice

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? Way too many times

Have you ever had a crush? Way too many times

Have you ever been dumped? twice

Have you ever stole money from a friend? No erm

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? I mean I have taken several taxis in my life but other than that I don’t think so no

Have you ever been in a fist fight? Not that I remember

Have you ever snuck out of your house? Yeah to play pokemon go

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? yes lol

Have you ever been arrested? uhhh no I am a very law abiding citizen

Have you ever made out with a stranger? no :/

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? Does this literally mean have you ever met up with a male somewhere because yes?

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? Yes to play pokemon go

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? …no

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? Once me and Imogen were really late to school so we thought go big or go home and just got breakfast from the coop and ate it in the common room before signing in lmao

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? yeah plenty?

Have you ever seen someone die? I don’t think so as far as I can remember

Have you ever been on a plane? Twice and they were traumatic experiences

Have you ever kissed a picture? uhhh I don’t recall doing so but I’m sure I probably have like as a little kid

Have you ever slept in until 3? uhhh I don’t think so (?) I might have done after a really late night w/ Luke

Have you ever love someone or miss someone right now? What the fuck does this mean like either way yes but ??

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? Yeah once I did it at primary school and I thought that that was how fast the world was spinning and I got really really like disoriented and threw up or smth

Have you ever made a snow angel? no :(

Have you ever played dress up? yes lmao wtf I was a little girl ofc i did

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? I play a lot of monopoly so it’s far to say….. yes

Have you ever been lonely? NOOOOOO

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? I think like I’ve only fallen asleep once and that was in a German lesson watching a film after I’d done my first ever all-nighter

Have you ever been to a club? no:(

Have you ever felt an earthquake? yess twice they were p anticlimactic because both times I didn’t realise it was an earthquake until after

Have you ever touched a snake? I don’t think (?) so, not unless I was really young

Have you ever ran a red light? Not personally but I’ve been in plenty of vehicles that have bc we just don’t give a fuck around here

Have you ever been suspended from school? nope, almost though

Have you ever had detention? Never actually had a proper detention in my entire school career how sad is that

Have you ever been in a car accident? Not really I’ve been in one where we broke down and somebody hit the back of us really slowly

Have you ever hated the way you look? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Have you ever witnessed a crime? I mean probably, I think I’ve seen a lot of people stealing shit

Have you ever pole danced? No but a girl can dream

Have you ever been lost? Probably yeah

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? Many times

Have you ever felt like dying? Many times

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? Lmao many times

Have you ever sang karaoke? nope!

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Definitely I can’t think of a specific example though bc my entire life is just ‘hannah no’ ‘hannah yes’

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Not that I can recall but probably

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? nope

Have you ever kissed in the rain? yess

Have you ever sang in the shower? nope:/

Have you ever made out in a park? I think I probably have

Have you ever dream that you married someone? I don’t think I have as far as like I can remember

Have you ever glued your hand to something? uh no

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? ….no?

Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked? I mean once I went in a very short dress my legs were v naked

Have you ever been a cheerleader? noooo

Have you ever sat on a roof top? Kinda I’ve sat on like a shed lmao

Have you ever brush your teeth? no, not once in 18 years

Have you ever ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? I’m v often too scared to watch scary movies alone

Have you ever played chicken? no because I’m not stupid

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? No I’ve literally never met anybody that owns a pool

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? Yeah bc men r weird

Have you ever broken a bone? No my bones may be bad but they ain’t snakes

Have you ever been easily amused? I’m always way too easily amused tbh

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Definitely

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? I mean my boyfriend yes

Have you ever cheated on a test? Yes and that’s why I won’t pass Biology

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? Yeah I forgot my patient’s name and called them smth else and felt rly shit

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? I’ve met many people who are too stupid to actually be real

Give us one thing about you that no one knows. I’m so oversharing I acc can’t think of something nobody in the world knows um mb that I’m ace? I mean I didn’t piece that one together myself for like 18 years lol

#answered #luke

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mistyrayburn · 7 years ago

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Following my heart lands me in some really awesome places!

I tend to go with where my heart pulls me in life. I’m a very heart driven person. If I fall out of love with anything, I move on. I try my hardest of course to re-love first. That probably sounds silly but I always want that chance to reconnect with something I love. I’ve fallen out of love with photography many times but it wasn’t the art I fell out of love with. Generally people made me hate it. So by reconnecting with the art, I direct my disappointment towards what really deserves it.

Finding places to place my thoughts are just as much of a whirlwind. I had a live journal in high school. I had a website for a while. I may go back to doing that again. There’s FB where I post everything too but I didn’t feel like writing a note. FB I’m trying to make mostly for CITP stuff and hey friends look I’m hanging out with my cats and eating all the wrong foods! Ya know the normal I’m human look at me BS we’ve come accustomed to for attention seeking purposes.

Who doesn’t like attention?

So I figured this should go on tumblr and maybe I’ll move it later to wherever my next whim takes me. Because this blog to me is pretty important and I’m taking my time to find the right words and perhaps photos to go with it.

They’re all on my phone..great! I’ll add them later. ( Photos added )

So in 2015 I was in a wheelchair. There aren’t many pics of me like that because I hated it. I hated it so much. My cousin snuck a picture though and I keep that one nearby always to remember where I’ve been. I posted it on instagram yesterday. The reason for me being in that wheelchair is because my spine is falling apart. I just say that to keep things short but for those of you really wondering, I have no lordosis in my spine. It’s ram rod straight. This causes me to lean forward a bit and not totally be able to stand up straight. A lot of people don’t notice this because people with no lordosis bend their knees to compensate. I wear really baggy jeans..you won’t notice me bending my knees either LOL. I also have degenerative disc disease way worse than someone my age should have. Add to that the fact that every disc in my lower spine is either bulging or herniated and when they do herniate they have nowhere to go because my spinal canal is too small... I have a whole bunch of fun problems already! 9 times out of 10 I’m in some level of pain.

During my time in the wheelchair though I worked with Thurber House covering book events for my book blog. It was something to get me out of the house and make me quit feeling sorry for myself. That ended up extending to visits to The Book Loft, especially after meeting their marketing guy on a random trip up there. This is where my blog actually begins..so I guess I could put /intro here.

The Book Loft was a huge part of my fight to get out of that wheelchair. The building is old and therefore not accessible. When I visited I HAD to get out of the wheelchair. I used a walker and sometimes my cane. I was still restricted to the lower floors in spite of that but the staff was helpful and always got me the books I needed. Thusly friendships were forged and I was a happy camper :) It was one of these trips that I slipped and fell across the street because I was stupid and thought I could get out of the truck and get up the little uphill slope to get to the sidewalk in the rain. My cane slipped out from under me and down I went. Mom said it was the most graceful fall ever... tell that to my herniated L5 disc and the doctors who were seriously worried because the L5 was squeezing a set of serious nerves called the Cauda Equina.. here’s a little bit of info for ya!

Cauda equina syndrome is a rare disorder that usually is a surgical emergency. In patients with cauda equina syndrome, something compresses on the spinal nerve roots. You may need fast treatment to prevent lasting damage leading to incontinence and possibly permanent paralysis of the legs.CES affects a bundle of nerve roots called cauda equina (Latin for horse's tail). These nerves are located at the lower end of the spinal cord in the lumbosacral spine. They send and receive messages to and from your legs, feet, and pelvic organs.

The fall caused me to lose the ability to lift my left foot. Docs were freaking out and pushing me towards surgery and I was fighting them left and right. I wanted physical therapy. Especially after they told me through an EMG I only have 10 percent nerve function in my spine. I had dealt with foot drop before and beat it. This time I wasn’t so lucky. I did get my wish for physical therapy and a nice little note in my file. Thanks doc..I was still right! :-p I AM WALKING.. You don’t know everything!!!

Even with my cane and my walker I was still limited to where I could go at The Book Loft. Little less limited when I got my brace for my foot and could use my cane and it. But I was still afraid to go up that second set of stairs up to the loft or downstairs. This sucked because upstairs was non fiction and sci fi fantasy and downstairs was YA!!!! Still I explored where I could, and as my condition improved, so did my ability to explore!

Places I could explore:

stairs up to the loft, lower west wing and the courtyard

There was one place I still could not visit there though and today while I was kinda in my own head and visiting with no intent to buy anything I decided to see if I could now. I looked over at my mom and I’m like I’m going there. She told me to be careful but I was able to climb those three stairs with no rail ( nothing scares me more than no rail ) and there I was in the biography section! There was self help up there and history and math ( eek ). A section for cats and dogs too! I was so happy exploring and low and behold The ENTIRE Book Loft was free roam for me! All 32 rooms! i can find the secret spot that I can’t remember where it is! Huge stepping stone and for me a great victory.

Stairs leading to the biography section and the other wing.

But that kinds sums up my life. Beating the odds from day one by being ungodly stubborn and tenacious. Medical odds, blood clots and rotten spine be damned.

Will anyone read this? Who knows. But it felt good to throw it out there. I am proud :)

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min-hyyun · 7 years ago

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God’s Punishment

summary: seeing a little brown and white kitten meowing outside your door at four in the morning isn’t exactly what you’d call an ideal all-nighter. but when receiving the kitten turns into something else, you just end up realizing that you’re in for one heck of a month.

genre: fluff n tiny angst

a/n: i love animals n everyong (i didn’t mean for this to be so long lmao srry) ((maybe an alt angst ending if y'all want???))

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→ okay so basically, you’re in love with kittens. → and receiving one at four in the morning on a tuesday night was a very nice surprise. → especially when you’ve been drowning in work and stress that won’t stop → so let’s elaborate on this fine night. → you had just come home from the usual late night at work, and was literally about to pass out from the fatigue. → it was 3:30 am and you knew that there was no way you’d be able to make it to your room without tripping all over yourself. → so you settled for the couch that had the tv and kitchen near it. → you opened the front door, and threw your shoes off your aching feet. → “oh my god… i’m so tired.” you whined, simply moving towards the couch and falling face first into the maroon cushions. → you almost cried from the amount of pain your body was in. → you hated life the most right now. → so once you had fallen onto the couch, not bothering to even change into proper clothes are take off your make up, you were pretty much almost asleep. → that was, until there was a burst of thunder and rain started to pour down heavily. → the drops hit the windows hard, making loud noises that immediately startled you from your much needed slumber. → you jolted up, eyes wide and mind jumbled. → you calmed down after seeing the situation outside, and got up to get a cup of cold water, getting ready to pull an all-nighter to finish your studies and extra work. → “god.. i’ll never be able to sleep if this is what’s gonna happen.” you complained, finishing your second cold glass of water. → it seemed that there was always something that stopped you from resting. → you dragged yourself to your room, grabbed the essentials needed for the night, and unhappily sat down in front of the coffee table that you very much wanted to smash. → you took out all of your work, and began to do the things you wished didn’t existed. → about 20 minutes into the session, you heard a quiet sound coming from your door. → it almost sounded like scratching. → you paused in your movements, and turned to look at the door → what the heck… → to say that you were scared was an understatement. → yOU WERE TERRIFIED ! → there it was again. → the weird, but decipherable sound that was extremely similar to someone scratching hard at the wood on your door. → grabbing the object closest to you, which happened to be a hard-cover book, you slowly stood up and tip-toed towards the entrance. → in the heat of the moment, you swung open the door, holding the book in front of your face and closing your eyes. → that was when you heard a faint meow. → wHAT THE HECKADOODLE ! → your eyes turned big, upon noticing a small, brown and white kitten who simply stared up at you with its big brown orbs, meowing once again. → “what the…” you whispered. → why was there a kitten sitting outside of your door at four am on a tuesday night meowing??????? → you bent down and hesitantly stuck your hand out to the cat, letting it lick your finger once. → this was all so weird. → “hey little guy, what are you doing out here?” as you said this, you gently thrusted your hands towards the harmless kitten. → it slowly climbed onto your hands, walked in a couple circles, and finally settled into the centre of your palms. → it nuzzled its head into the crook of your thumb, and quietly purred. → yOUR HEART ! → this cat was so cute. → it made you feel calm. → you stood up, the kitten still curled up in your palms, and looked to both sides of the hallway in the apartment building. → all the lights were off, and there was no sign of recent activity that could’ve happened. → shaking your head, you walked back inside to your apartment and quietly shut the door with your foot. → the kitten was asleep, but was awakened by the sound of the door shutting harder than you had intended. → “oops.” you smiled sheepishly down at the kitten, who had now uncurled from its position and stood up on all four legs. → you moved towards the couch again, where all your previous work healing-unicorn. → the cat meowed again, and jumped onto the sofa from your hand as soon as you got close enough. → it continued to walk around on the cushions, before looking at you again and purring. → “so…” you started, rubbing a pillow and cuddling into it. → “how did you get here?” → all it did was come towards you, use its little teeth and bite the sleeve of your sweater that was laying on a small sliver of the couch, and pull towards the other end of it. → “huh? what do you want?” → the kitten continued to pull so you complied and moved, laying your full body onto the surface. → the kitten meowed the loudest you ever heard, since it’s presence showed itself to you. → you smiled and giggled at the cuteness, letting your much-needed sleep come over you, as well as the furball who decided to cuddle between your arm and body. → okay so fast forward to the next morning. → instead of waking up on the couch you ended up on the floor. → your back ached from being against the hardwood for the majority of the night. → you sat up, mind still cloudy but slowly coming back together. → as soon as you realized that you were awake completely, you looked beside you to the couch. → well, you could only turn your head so far, until you knocked your forehead into something hard. → “ouch! what the..?” → oH MY LORD ! → THERE WAS A BOY SLEEPING ON YOUR COUCH ! → AND HE WAS SHIRTLESS ! → your eyes widened, and you shouted. → “WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT?” → the loudness of your voice woke him up, and once he laid his eyes on you, he moved back in shock. → but after a couple seconds, the shock disappeared and he gave you a slight grin. → “uh.. hi. im seongwoo..?” → you were still scared for your life LOL. → you stood up, hands trembling from the scare. → he stood up as well, and you clearly saw his defined abs. → you instantly blushed, turning away so that he didn’t see your face turn beet red. → he must’ve been embarrassed too, because he grabbed the nearby pillow laying on the couch. → “im sorry! uh, this is a little bit awkward, huh?” → a littLE BIT ????? → THIS IS VERY AWKWARD !! → “what are you doing in my apartment? i dont remember knowing a ‘seongwoo’.” you turned back around and glared at him intensely. → “you see…” he started, scratching the back of his neck, “i may or may not have been the kitten that you took in yesterday.” → you gave him a confused looked that for sure, told him he was crazy. → “believe it or don’t. all i know, is that i’m stuck with you until god decides that this punishment’s over and i can go back up to heaven.” → you gave him a suspicious look, and eyed him up and down. → he didn’t seem harmful, but there could’ve been something bad under that so-called “innocence”. → “sit, and explain everything to me in detail.” → a good hour passed by, and you now had full knowledge of seongwoo and why he was here. → so to quickly break it all down. → seongwoo’s an angel who takes care of cats. → he did something bad in heaven (by bad he means that he accidentally dropped a cat and broke its neck oOF). → so to serve time in return for hurting the kitten, he has to live on earth as your kitten/pet for a month before going back. → during the day, he’s human but at exactly 7:00 pm, he turns back into a kitten. → for the first few days, he dreaded life with you. → he was quite energetic and wanted to do a lot of stuff. → but because you were always so busy, coming home late at night and always working during the day, he hated not being able to do anything. → especially when he couldn’t go out. → a factor god put on him, was that he was basically tied to your apartment.

→ the poor guy was forbidden to leave, and seongwoo always complained about that.

→ after a couple weeks passed by, he was content and didn’t really complain or whine anymore. → you bought him stuff to do or play with so that he wouldnt be so bored all the time while you were gone. → on days that you were home, he was so happy. → interacting with someone else other than in a game was something he needed. → somehow during all of this, you managed to fall in love with him. → even though it seemed silly. → being with him throughout that one month made you happier than expected, and you came to love his craziness that you thought was cute. → not to mention the adorableness coming form him when he was a kitten. → but as the end of the month came around, seongwoo seemed to be getting more distant and cold towards you. → he always complained or was rude when you talked to him, and didn’t interact with you as much. → and when he was in cat form, instead of cuddling into your arm like usual, he slept somewhere else away from you. → you were getting sad and confused at his actions, because where did the old seongwoo go ???? → on the very last day of his punishment, you confronted him as he was getting a book to read from your shelf. → “seongwoo,” you grabbed his arm and turned him around. → he looked at you, surprised, but then furrowed his eyebrows. → “what you do want, Y/N?” → his tone was harsh, and your heart broke a little. → “why are you acting like this? i thought everything was going well between us?” → he ripped his arm out of your grasp, staring at your hand that was just resting on his a second ago. → “nothing’s wrong…” he grumbled, and stared at him. → “seongwoo, you’ve become so distant and moody. there’s definitely something wrong, just tell me.” → suddenly, he threw his arms up in the air, and shouted. → “i like you, okay!? and i dont want to go back to heaven…” → there are no words to describe the shock you felt after he said that. → “…what?” → he continued with a frustrated expression. → “i like you a lot. but i’m leaving you, literally tomorrow. do you know how much that hurts me? to leave someone you like who probably doesn’t even like you back in the first place?! my heart hurts, and its been hurting for a while now! i dont even know how i fell for you, maybe it’s because you smell really ni-“ → you cut off his rambling with a tight hug. → you smiled through the fabric of the sweater he was wearing. → “stop talking, and just hug me back.” → you could feel seongwoo tense up, but slowly put his arms around your smaller frame. → “Y/N.. why are you hugging me?” → your rolled your eyes, smile getting wider. → “you’re such a dummy sometimes. i like you too.” → he sucked in a breath, before tightening his hug. → “really? thats great to hear.” → but the moment didn’t last very long, because he pulled back from the hug with a frown on his lips. → “but, im still leaving tomorrow. us confessing doesn’t change anything.” → you looked down at your feet, grabbing his hands. → “well, i guess we have to make the best of it.” → it was only 4:00 pm, so you still had time to spare and do stuff as human-to-human, rather than human-to-kitten. → of course, you both cuddled and fed each other small marshmallows. → basically you guys just did really cute stuff until 7:00, when seongwoo changed back into a kitten. → it was just around the time you would usually go to sleep, and seongwoo was already resting on the couch as you got ready for bed. → you stared hard into the mirror, tears slowly flowing out of your eyes. → “i don’t want him to go..” you told yourself. → despite your silent protests, there was nothing you could do. → you fell asleep next to the kitten with a frown on your lips. → the next morning, you woke up to strong arms around your waist. → sEONGWOO WAS SPOONING YOU !!!!! → your cheeks immediately heated up, but went away as you remembered what today was. → the day he leaves. → you got up from his grasp, and left for the kitchen. → “seongwoo!” you call out. → he groaned in response, and you smiled sadly, “do you know how you’re leaving?” → you heard a faint grumble and a “no”, taking that as a sign to drop the topic. → as you walked by, you noticed the weather outside begin to get darker and windier. → it was quite nice the whole month, so this abrupt change startled you and seongwoo. → suddenly, rain poured down so hard, you felt the floor shake. → “seongwoo..? whats going on?” you asked, beginning to get scared. → he took a deep breath, opening the window in your living room. → “they’re here to take me back.” → grabbing his arm and pulling him in a tight bear hug, you looked up at him with an unreadable expression . → you weren’t ready for him to go so soon. → and then, just as you thought the winds would take him away, a small, yellow note flew through your windows and landed gracefully onto the floor. → you left seongwoo’s arms, and slowly picked it up. → “theres always an unspoken rule: if you want to become fully human again, draw a black circle on your wrist and blow.” → your eyes widened, so did his. → you stared at each other, no words spoken between you two. → by now, the rain and winds were gone and replaced with a beautiful sunshine. → seongwoo wasted no time in grabbing the black marker that sat on your table, drawing a perfect circle and blowing. → as he blew, the circle slowly disappeared, and the word “human”, bolded in black appeared right after. → everything was silent. → “seongwoo,” you said softly, “are you human now?” → “i think so…” he replied, brows furrowed. → “i just dont understand, why would he let me do this?” → as though someone was there right beside the both of you, there was a whisper. → “you deserve it, seongwoo. love her well, and dont lose her.” → a bright smile replaced the confusion on your face, and you turned to seongwoo, giving him the biggest hug. → “don’t leave me now, seongwoo.” → he laughed, returning the bear hug “i wouldnt dream of it.”

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high5nerd · 5 years ago

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Alone Together--Chap. Twenty-seven

"Sadie, I'm going to attempt at making dinner again," I called from the kitchen.

She laughed before covering her mouth. I turned and glared at her, and the light brunette smiled kindly.

I smirked, "Well, it looks like you're asking for that horrible soup your sister likes to make so much."

Sadie's smile fell. She dropped the book from her hands and folded them tightly, "Please no! Anything but that!"

"Hey! I can hear you!" Alice snapped from the bathroom, the shower head almost drowning out her voice.

Sadie and I laughed, and I winked at her as she gave a sigh of relief. Relaxing back into the couch, she watched me open the fridge and peer in, not knowing what to take out and cook with. I was still trying to master it, but...some things were harder than others.

"Could you make mac and cheese? Yours is really good." she asked.

I sighed, rolling my eyes, "Sadie, we had that yesterday. You really want it again?"

She excitedly nodded, leaning up a bit to show she really did want it again. This girl, honestly. In defeat I admitted to making more, to which she cheered with a fist pump before picking up her book and making sure her page was marked.

"I'm going to go out and read outside, okay?" Sadie said as she headed towards the door.

"Have fun." I didn't even watch her leave, just continued digging around the cupboards for the damn box of cheap macaroni and cheese.

Sadie closed the sliding glass door after her, pausing to let the warm breeze brush back her hair. The sun was nearly setting, almost six thirty in the afternoon. The sky was slowly getting darker, now a calming mix of purple, pink and yellows. Sadie sat down and opened her novel, continuing to where she left off.

While she read, her mind would at times drift to thoughts of Sandman. She hasn't seen him in a while, but knew he's kept his promise of visiting by the amount of good dreams she's had. He continued to see her even as she slept. She grinned to herself as she flipped a page to the next chapter, almost laughing at a memory that teased her mind.

A few days before, Sadie thought it would be amusing to play a trick on Sandy when he came in that night. She stayed up past her bedtime when she usually fell asleep herself, long after Alice and I had gone to bed and the house was still. The only light was the nightlight she kept from her childhood, still dimly lighting her room in a pinkish hue. Just as she saw the faint glow of gold touch her window, she quickly burrowed under the covers and shut her eyes tight, pretending to be fast asleep.

Sandy phased through the window, watching his footing as to not trip his way into her room. Once he gracefully landed onto the carpeted floor, he turned his gaze to see a 'sleeping' Sadie. With a content sigh and a faint smile, he walked over to her and crouched near the bed, watching her sleep and breathe softly.

She was so pretty...she looked so peaceful. Sandy always liked seeing people sleep. It made them look innocent, like angels. Sadie had a hint of a smile ghosting her rosy lips, and her delicate hands curled tightly into the soft pillow under her. Her thick lashes dusted her cheeks, a tint of a blush there as well.

His hand gently grazed her cheek lovingly...when Sadie jolted towards him with her eyes open, whispering a, "Boo!"

Sandy opened his mouth in a silent shout at that, and foolishly covered Sadie's face with his hands to protect him, making Sadie laugh behind his fingers. Sandy, realizing it was a joke, smiled at that.

That wasn't cool, he gave her a playful pout.

"Sorry," Sadie whispered, leaning up and kissing his nose, "I couldn't help myself."

Pitch's antics are definitely rubbing off onto you. I can tell. Sandy laughed at seeing Sadie wink in pride.

With a smile, Sandy softly kissed her. She kissed back, tugging him to the bed to curl up close to him. His arms wrapped around her protectively, taking his lips from hers and kissing her forehead and her cheeks, then resting his chin on the top of her head.

"I love you, Sandy," Sadie sighed.

I love you more.

Sadie smiled at that memory as she shut her eyes, relishing the thought of Sandy's gentle love. He was so careful with her, loving and soft. She liked being treated like a princess by him, how he would treat her so delicately and with grace. It made her feel special, that he considered his own touch to be warm and gentle to her. She couldn't ask for a better Devout.

The last rays of light from the sun faded away into dark navy blues and purples, stars barely sprinkling across the sky. Not a cloud was to be seen within miles. Sadie finished her chapter before standing up, but a sudden chill ran down her spine.

She felt eyes watching her back.

She knew the exact feeling when someone was staring at her. She gained that ability due to school, since she always hung out with the 'misfits' and 'geeks'. She would wear what she found to be what she loved but others thought strange, and she knew when people stared at her and whispered. She grew used to it...but it wasn't normal to feel eyes from the edge of the forest.

She turned around, and was surprised to see her standing there, a benevolent smile on her face.

"You…" she breathed, shocked at her unpredicted return.

"Hello, Sadie," Misery greeted, tilting her head to the side.

Sadie looked behind her shoulder and peered into the glass door, seeing Alice and I talking. Her sister looked concerned about something, and I continued to talk before rubbing my face in what resembled close exhaustion and worry. She turned back to Misery, bit her lip and then cautiously walked down the patio steps towards the spirit.

"It's been awhile...you're not here to...you know-" Sadie started, now standing in front of her.

Misery shook her head, "No. I don't plan on taking anyone's misery today. I just thought of visiting...and sending my regards."

Sadie noticed the spirit was older than she last saw her, when she was nine years old. Maybe ten, her memory of the incident was shaky. She remembered Misery tormenting Pitch, and he grew so angry at her he attacked her. She remembered feeling empty and cold, just as she felt now. More whole than before, but...Misery's presence alone still had it's power.

"My, have you grown," Misery extended a hand, noticing Sadie freeze at the sudden touch of clammy, dead skin, "You're so beautiful, like I was when I was human. You look...so much like your mother."

She couldn't respond. If Misery wasn't who she was and was her greatest fear, she would have slapped her hand away and shirk away. Misery's compliment sounded completely backhanded.

"So beautiful...life just courses through your veins, doesn't it? Your very own heartbeat keeps you alive and well, so rosy and pretty."

"Misery, why are you really here?" Sadie looked up at her flatly, not wanting another fight.

Sadie knew that if I saw Misery touching her, I wouldn't be afraid to kill her. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, even Misery herself. Out of the goodness of her heart she urged Misery to leave before I saw her, for her to escape. Misery only smiled and touched her shoulders with both hands, and Sadie saw something glint on her hip, but was distracted when Misery pulled her into a hug that creeped her out, a hug most humans would avoid.

"Oh, dear sweet Sadie...I'm here for revenge," she pulled away, but still had a tight grip on the now terrified fifteen year old, "My spirit is dying...and this will be my final moment I vowed before I disappear for good."

"SADIE!"

Both girls turned and saw Alice and I standing on the patio, Alice's scream of her sister's name echoing throughout the air. I glared at Misery, holding a sword in my hands, ready to slay her where she stood. North knew I needed protection now that my nightmare abilities were diminished, which is how I acquired one. Never have I thought I needed it until a few days before now, when my senses told me an omen was to come...and I was right.

Misery giggled as she whipped Sadie around and held her against her chest with a strong arm that held her face, her fingers digging into her cheeks. Sadie's terrified eyes met mine, wide and with so much fear it still gives me nightmares today.

"Let go of her, before I kill you where you stand!" I shouted, stepping onto the grass, but stopped moving towards her when Misery's grip tightened around Sadie's face. I was afraid her nails would cause her to bleed.

"Silly Pitch," Misery's chilling voice rang down our bones, "Did you forget? I swore I would repay you for your foolishness in your cruelty to me, and now I plan to do just that before my time is up."

"What does she mean by that?!" Alice demanded, looking at me with horrified eyes.

Continuing to stare straight at Misery, I said coolly, "Misery was supposed to be dead centuries ago. But she would take humans that recently died and use them as vessels in order to live. But she was foolish, because the more vessels she used, the more her spirit diminished. She's near the end of her life...and I'm about to finish it!" I grit my teeth in pure hatred.

Misery's smile fell to an unamused frown. Silence fell around the four of us, fear choking up what words were supposed to be spoken.

"A-Alice…" Sadie cried, "P-Pitch...I'm...I'm sca-"

That's when I saw the blue blade protrude from Sadie's chest, right where her heart was. Sadie's mouth opened in a silent scream, her body jerking forward with the motion of the blade. A gentle smile spread across Misery's face, almost reaching her ears in glee that Alice was now screaming in horror and I was so petrified I dropped the sword, unable to even shout myself. All I heard was my own heartbeat and a high pitched ringing. My legs felt like jelly, watching Sadie's legs give out and fall to her knees as Misery gently let her down.

Just as she was about to let go, a sudden bolt of light erupted from Misery's chest. Sadie's body shook violently when she forced herself to turn around and see what the bright light was. Alice's screams were paused at the sudden golden light…

It wasn't her spirit dying. That wasn't the light of her spirit...that was a blade.

Misery's eyes widened in shock that it wasn't me who brought her to the downfall. Her eyes slid over to Alice, a look of utter sorrow in her glassy eyes.

"I...regret…"

The blade withdrew sharply, and Misery's eyes rolled as her body fell to the ground, blue blood pooling from her open wound. A soft blue light lifted from her body, like levitating water. Her soul. It dissipated into the darkness without uttering a sound, and soon, her body disappeared as well...leaving no trace but an imprint of dead grass where her body hit the ground.

Sandman stared at the now dead grass spot, breathing heavily. Dropping his dreamsword, he knelt down to Sadie and held her body close, trying to put pressure on the wound. Alice and I regained our senses and sprinted over to her and Sandy, kneeling around her.

Alice sobbed as she touched Sadie's head, brushing away hair and caressing her face. Tears fell from her cheeks onto her younger sister's forehead and nose. Sadie's skin was becoming pale from the amount of blood being lost...her breathing becoming shallow.

"S...Sandy?" Sadie's hand touched his mouth gently, noticing his tears.

I'm here. Don't speak, Sadie. We're all here. Sandy's tears fell onto Sadie's own face.

She sadly smiled, "Good...I like it when you're all here…" she turned towards me.

"She...she said this was...revenge." she softly said, now moving her hand to grasp Sandy's that covered her wound.

All of us could tell she was in pain. She was dying…

This was Misery's punishment for us. This was her vengeance. She was supposed to only get at me...but she destroyed Alice and Sandy along with me. She knew Sadie meant so much to us. She knew Sadie was the last remnant of her parents...of her family. So she vowed to take it away.

"This isn't f-fair," Alice wept, bowing her head so her forehead touched Sadie's, "I thought I would die before you...not like this. I thought it would be when we're old and-and-"

"Shh, Alice," Sadie choked back tears, "I'm thankful it wasn't any of you...I wasn't lying when I said I'd give my life for you guys."

She grew quiet. The only noises were the sound of whimpering and sobs, and the wind rustling the trees around us. Sadie's grip on Sandy's hand tightened, closing her eyes.

A hand touched my shoulder. I didn't want to look. This was all my fault...Sadie's going to die because of me. I can't live with that guilt…

The hand tightened on my shoulder to the point it hurt, causing me to look up. Sandy looked desperate, but...there was a spark of hope in the depth of his eyes.

I can save her.

Alice looked up at him, the same hope that glimmered in his eyes took over hers. She grabbed his hand and begged him through sobs, "Please! She can't die!"

Sandy stared at her, gulping. It was at that moment I knew what he meant...and what he was committing to do...was something no one can take back.

"Sandy," he looked at me, "You do realize she….she won't be human...right?"

Alice's crying lessened in shock at that. Sandy and I looked back at her for confirmation, some sort of signal that she would agree to her sister no longer being mortal. If Sadie were to live, she had to become a spirit, combined with Sandy's powers to be at his side in duty...it may not be something she would want, but she had to live.

"Why are you staring at me?! Just do it!"

"But Alice-" I started.

"Do it!" she screamed, watching with fearful eyes as her sister's chest moved up and down slower….and slower.

Sandy immediately reacted out of fear. His hand pressed against Sadie's chest, her hand still lying on top of his. Sandy closed his eyes tightly, concentrating.

Within seconds, a dull glow began throbbing where her heart lay. The dim yellow light began to pulse brighter and brighter, almost shining through both their hands.

As strands of golden sand began to curl into the air and touch Sadie, like the branches of a willow tree, I gently touched Alice's back. She no longer cried loudly, but bit her hand to hold back more tears. Her wet cheeks glistened in the light of the dreamsand. She leaned into my touch, never tearing her eyes from her beloved sister.

...Our sister.

The dream strands danced around her, swirling in the breeze that began to pick up with the movement of Sandy's power. Dreams formed from the strands, showing quick images of Alice and Sadie's parents, her grandmother, her friends, her home...even us. Sandy's face was sprinkled among the dreams, along with the visuals of vast beaches, Santoff Claussen, large trees in a proud forest, and the rushing rivers of streams she played in.

The dreams slowly disappeared, and the strands melded into Sandy and Sadie's hands, right over her heart.

The light dimmed….the pulsing glow faded away…

Sadie looked like she was asleep, as if the dreams that were shown to us were right behind her eyelids. Her pained grimace melted away, her eyebrows unknotted into relaxation. Her hand limply dropped to her side, her knuckles grazing the grass as she lay in Sandy's lap.

Alice leaned up, waiting for the indication that her sister was alive...or still dead. She dreaded that last thought, as did I.

I must bring her back to the Island. She will rest there.

"Sandy-" I started, but Alice beat me to it.

"Why not here? This is her home." Alice's crying ended, but remaining tears continued to fall.

She wiped them away stubbornly as Sandy sighed, standing up with Sadie cradled in his arms securely. Her head was nestled in the crook of his neck, her long braid draping over her shoulder.

Alice...she's going to be a spirit. She's joined by me, sharing the duties of mine as well as who I am as a being. She has to be at the Island in order for the ritual to be complete.

Alice bit her lip and looked down, angry at herself. Immediately I wrapped an arm around her, but she shook me off.

"I'm sorry. I just need space right now...this is…" Alice's voice was strained.

I knew what she meant. She was finding it hard to accept Sadie's new place, her new life. I was, too. The reason I became mortal was for them, and now Sadie's no longer that. Knowing that Sadie will never age into her elder years like Alice and I will, or get married or have kids...go to college and finish high school...What is Alice going to say to her friends at her sudden disappearance? How will she explain it to her grandmother or the school?

"Sadie's life is...is over, isn't it?" Alice looked up at me, hurt.

I shook my head, "No. It's just beginning. The ritual doesn't often happen unless the spirit life is written in their destiny…"

"So she would've become a spirit anyway?" she looked at Sandy, who shook his head slowly.

"Only if the Devout wills it." I murmur, sadly watching Sadie's breathing. She was, thank the stars above. But it wasn't fast enough to be considered fully well.

I need to take her now, Sandy looked at Alice, ashamed, before the time is up. I'm...I'm sorry it had to come to this.

Alice touched Sandy's cheek, the tears returning once more, "Sandy, you saved her. I told you to do anything, and you did. Because she's alive, I owe everything to you...Can I come to this Island? I want to be there when Sadie wakes up."

I looked down once Sandy timidly shook his head before saying, Humans can't come to the Island of Sleepy Sands. The entire island is crafted out of my dream sand, it'll instantly put them to sleep. They won't wake up until they've left the island. Sadie will be unaffected.

Alice took her hand away from his cheek, casting her eyes downward. She was disappointed greatly. But she knew what must be done.

"Once she wakes again, you have to promise to bring her back." my own voice came out strongly, as if angry.

Alice glanced at me, and then nodded at Sandy. Sandy continued to look at me, words crossing his golden eyes that I could not read.

"She is...like Alice, the light of my life. She's the daughter I've never had." My throat was closing up from the emotion welling up inside me...I hated it.

A faint smile crossed Alice's lips at my words, wringing her hands in worry. Sandy stared for a while longer before nodding.

I know.

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mystic-messenger-writing · 7 years ago

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hey look, it's me back with another request! how about rfa + v and saeran with MC who sings all the time? like will just be walking around the house or doing something with music playing and singing? I'm always singing and I thought it would be a funny scenario. thanks!! :D

Another super cute and sweet request from you that I loved writing! I kind of re-wrote this a little bit to be more comforting because of yesterday’s events, I hope that’s okay and if not, don’t hesitate to tell me! Thank you so much for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^

Yoosung

When you and Yoosung moved in together, he found his love for singing

You would sing around the house all of the time, he would be captivated by your beautiful singing voice but he’d always be too shy to join in with you

Yoosung loved it when you’d sing loudly in the shower so he could quietly sing along with you

One day Yoosung got the courage to sing along with you when you were singing one of his favorite songs

You had the music playing loudly as you were singing “Why do you build me up, buttercup baby!”

“Just to let me down, mess me around!” Yoosung loudly sang after your verse, his face blossoming bright red as he did

You giggled, nudging Yoosung as you continued “And worst of all, you never call baby!”

“When you say you will, but I love you still!” Yoosung finished off as he giggled along with you

The two of you finished singing the rest of the song while awkwardly but sweetly dancing around the house

You and Yoosung decided to have more random singing and dancing times throughout the day to put a smile on both of your faces

Zen

Zen’s basically a singing machine himself so he adores you singing all of the time

He records you singing all of the time and loves listening to those audios the minutes before he has to go on stage because it helps calm his nerves

Sometimes Zen will just sit on the couch, smiling with his eyes closed as he listens to you singing

He would love to join in with you singing but he doesn’t want you to think that he just wants attention so he usually backs off

That is until one night when you the two of you are cleaning dishes and you start singing one of his favorite songs

“A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you’re fast asleep.” You gently sang as you handed a dish to Zen to dry

“In dreams you will lose your heartache, whatever you wish for you keep.” Zen continued for you as he put away the dish while smiling

The two of you sang that song over and over again all night long along with other Disney songs because Zen said that you were his true princess

You and Zen became known as the couple who would never stop singing

Jaehee

Jaehee never realized that singing could be so much fun, especially with you

You would sing all the time no matter where you were and Jaehee loved that

She adored your singing and would often do a little clap for you after you finished a song

But you noticed that Jaehee always had a hint in sadness in her eyes when you sang so you thought of a song that no one could resist singing

The two of you were making up a grocery list when you suddenly stood up and broke into song

“Oh I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody!” You singed loudly and smirked when you saw Jaehee stand up as well

“Yeah I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me!” Jaehee sang along, embarrassed but clearly enjoying herself

You both sang that song at he top of your lungs and when it was finished, the two of you were out of breath but smiling

Jaehee thanked you for giving her the opportunity to sing with you but decided to leave the vocals to you since her throats hurt just from singing that small part

But she still ended up joining you in song every once and a while

Jumin

The most wonderful sound in the world to Jumin was your singling voice, so he loved it when you sang all of the time

He would smile to himself when he’d be working in his home office as your singing voice filled the penthouse

Once Jumin saw you singing to Elizabeth the third and almost shed tears, he took plenty of blurry pictures and a shaky video

Jumin wanted you to embrace your singing voice, saying it was the most pure singing he’s ever heard

You told him that you just sang for fun but you were curious about his voice so you set up a plan

One night, you and Jumin were driving home from seeing the musical Cats, he only agreed to go because it was about the most perfect creatures in the world plus there were no narcissists performing

As Jumin went on about the beauty of cats, you started singing knowing that he couldn’t resist joining in

“Memory, all alone in the moonlight, I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then.” You sang softly and looked up at Jumin

“I remember the time I knew what happiness was, let the memory live again.” Jumin finished off in his deep voice

You sat there in shock at how amazing Jumin’s singing voice was and begged him to always sing with you

Driver Kim looked at the rear view mirror and chuckled as he watched you and Jumin happily singing the entire ride home and now all of the time at home

Seven

Seven admired you for many reasons, one of them being how you expressed yourself through singing

After long hours of hacking, hearing you sing around the house while doing mundane tasks would always bring a smile to his lips

His files are filled with audio clips of you singing, Seven will listen to them when he’s feeling anxious or upset

Just watching you do simple things like dust the house while singing always make Seven feel so happy and sometimes he’ll sing along in an off-tune voice

But you were curious to hear his real singing voice so one day when he was playing a video game, you started singing

“Sing with me a song of birthright and love, the light scatters through the sky above.” You sang softly hoping he’d finish

“Dawn breaks through the gloom white as a bone, lost in thoughts all alone.” Seven sang as he put down his game

You stood there shocked at his incredible singing voice but he only sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck while giggling

The house was filled with you and Seven singing all of the time together, making a very annoyed Saeran and Vanderwood

V simply adored the fact that you sang around the house all of the time

Your voice was a sweet melody in his sensitive ears, he’d usually ask you to sing louder to which you happily agreed to

When V would organize through his photos, sometimes feeling a bit stressed, you would go behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulder while singing to him

He’d take photos of you singing all of the time, V especially loved the angelic look on your face when you’d perfectly hit a high note

One day you noticed V sorting through some older photos of him and Rika, subconsciously touching his eyes as they started to water so you did what you knew always made him happy

“‘Cause all of me, loves all of you.” You sang softly as you sat down next to V, setting the photos down and gently wiping his eyes

“Love your curves and all you edges, all your perfection imperfection.” V finished off as he traced his fingers along your body as you rubbed his cheeks

You complemented V on his amazing singing voice but he dismissed it, saying that you were the real star

He then quickly grabbed his camera and took a photo of the two of you, telling you that you both singing was true love

Unknown

Throughout his entire recovery progress, one of the best medicines for Saeran was your singing

Although he’d try to act annoyed, Saeran secretly loved you singing around the house while going about your day

He admired your voice and never thought that someone’s singing could be so soothing and calming

Of course when no one was looking, Saeran would even crack a smile when you sang a particularly slow and relaxing song

Your silly singing truly helped Saeran, especially when he was having panic attacks or felt doubtful

Unwanted negative thoughts of you hating him filled Saeran’s head, pulling at his hair as his panic attack started, he felt you snuggle into his chest

“You are my sunshine my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray .” You sang softly as rubbed Saeran’s arm soothingly and kissing his cheeks

“You’ll never know dear how much I love you, p-please don’t take my sunshine a-away.” Saeran sang in a whisper, his voice cracking as tears flowed down his face

The two of you continued to sing together until his panic attack subdued, with Saeran wrapping his arms around you thanking you for all that you do for him

That became the song that you and Saeran would sing together when he felt anxious, it was also the song that the two of you danced to at your first dance during your wedding

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger Yoosung #mystic messenger Zen #mystic messenger Jaehee #mystic messenger Jumin #mystic messenger Seven #mystic messenger V #mystic messenger Unknown #I totally showed my nerd side for Seven's song lol

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m0onbean · 7 years ago

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A+ (High School AU!) Chapter 9

category: angst

pairing: eunwoo X reader

warnings: more bad language and suicide mentions

note: you guys thought I forgot about Eunwoo??? ;) 2.3k words!

You left Jiyoon’s house in the morning after staying the night there. After much contemplating, you have finally decided to go back home and confront your mother.

Opening the lock to the front door, you braced yourself for who knows what. As soon as you stepped in, you saw that your mom was passed out on the couch. A can of beer was placed in her limp hand as her head slumped over the arm of the chair.

Leftovers of fast food were sitting on the coffee table, wrappers and ketchup packets littered the ground. You leave for two days and this is what happens, the woman couldn’t even clean up after herself.

Sighing, you put your belongings down and began tidying up the living room. You took the can from her hand and replaced it with a bottle of water instead.

In the midst of your cleaning, you heard a shuffle of movement and turned around to find your mom waking up. Her groggy state caused her to stand up shakily and rub her head. When she noticed you were there, she was immediately put out of her trance.

“You!” She yelled while taking a swig of water from the bottle you put in her hand. “Where the fuck have you been?”

You rolled your eyes at her and tossed the last bits of wrappers into the trash. “I was staying at Jiyoon’s house.”

Your mother violently coughed and set the water bottle down onto the table. “You can’t go out without my permission. You’re grounded, go to your room.”

Anger boiled inside of your veins although you tried to keep as composed as you could. “I don’t know if you have noticed yet, but I go to Jiyoon’s house to sleep every week. This routine has been going on for a couple months now. So no, I’m not grounded. You look horrible, go shower, please.”

Her eyes widened and she scowled at you, “Hey! Why the hell are you acting like MY parent?”

You slowly exhaled from your nose and shut your eyes out of exasperation, “Maybe because you need more care than me. I’m the one raising enough money for us to even keep this house. And what do you do? You… ugh forget it. Please leave me alone as I clean up the entire house that you managed to dirty in a day.”

Her eye twitched as she moved closer towards you, glaring at you with anger blazing in her eyes. She raised her hand and striked you across your face.

It made your body fling to the left and you instantly used your hand to hold your cheek. The slap stung your skin badly, it felt like your face was bleeding. Surprisingly, this was the first time she’s touched you in ten years.

“You’re so fucking disrespectful. Leave my fucking house right now.” She spoke outrightly.

You snarled at her, grabbed your bag, and kicked the door open. After taking one last spiteful look at her, you walked out and slammed the door behind you.

She’s acting like she’s the one you should be grateful for, when in actuality it should be HER thanking you. Maybe you should’ve just left with your dad. It’s better than living in hell with a trash head like her.

You took your phone out of your bag to look at what time it was. It was around afternoon, but you were famished. Your notifications bar was empty.

Just when you were about to dial Eunwoo’s number so you two could eat, you noticed that you never got his number. You slapped your hand to your forehead and groaned. You couldn’t go to Jiyoon’s house either since she had to leave for some plans she had downtown.

You trudged down the street with no other alternative. Your phone was about to lose battery so you stopped looking at it. Cars drove past you, traffic lights did their job, and people were bustling around shops. The world never stopped when you wanted it to.

As you kept strolling down the road, you heard bypassers’ conversations. They were all so innocent, so sweet, so typical.

“What should we have for lunch? I’m craving burgers.”

“Hm.. I’m craving pasta.”

“Rock! Paper! Scissors!”

“YES!! We’re eating burgers since I won.”

The sound of a person groaning disappointingly and the other one cheering and jumping up and down with excitement filled your ears. You wished that you could be as happy as that. You wished that you could find content in winning a game and eating burgers.

Your heart felt heavy as you started to think back to what your mom said. The words to describe the feeling could not be explained well. It was like getting a scar and just when it started to heal another scar forms next to it.

Contemplating whether to call her or not, you decided that you should. You needed to get things off your chest. It was an idiotic choice considering that you knew what her reaction would be. Nervously, you dialed her phone number one by one. You never saved her number under a contact. Finally, you pressed “Call” and put your phone to your ear.

Ring. Ring. Ri-

“What the fuck do you want? You want to come back home? Well you fucking can’t. Don’t try to beg me because I won’t let you back in until you know your place.”

For fucks sake. One second in and she starts jumping to conclusions and making you feel worse than shit.

“God fucking dammit mom! Let me talk!”

“I don’t want to hear anything from you. I have no-”

“I met dad yesterday.”

Silence rang through the call. It made you feel extremely uneasy, so uneasy that you just wanted to throw your phone into the bushes and sprint away from the situation.

“W-what?”

“He came here yesterday to visit me.” You gulped.

“No he didn’t. N-no he fucking didn’t.”

You sighed, “Yes, yes he did. He told me multiple things and we had a nice conversation. I just felt like I needed to tell you.”

You could hear her unsteady breathing on the other line.

“Where the fuck is he right now?”

“He left already.”

You heard a crash from your phone which made you flinch. “Mom? What the hell?”

“Where the fuck is he!?” She hollered into the phone.

“He fucking left!”

“Why didn’t he even visit me?!”

“Because he knew you would act like this! God, use your common sense! At the mention of his name you go nuts.”

“I still fucking love him!! He has to still have some feelings for him… we can fix this marriage… we can fix everything. We can go back to being the family we were… we can finally-”

“Stop mom.” Your voice croaked as you said that. It was painful thinking about it.

“No!! You don’t understand (Y/N))!! Why didn’t you fucking tell me sooner!! That was our only chance of fixing our lives!”

“No, YOU don’t fucking understand! Even if he came back, even if he changed, things will never fucking be the same. We will never go back to being a happy family but we can still change our lives. You don’t need him to change up your life either mom. Can’t you fucking understand that he’s not your only solution to your fucking problems?!! Get fucking over him! You’re acting like your life is over because he left you! Well let me tell you something, it’s fucking not! That happened over ten years ago and you’re still moping around, screwing random dudes, and drinking your problems away. Fix yourself mom!” Your throat hurt from yelling.

She grew quiet. She was either heeding your words or panicking. Probably the latter.

“(Y/N)… I regret having you. You’re the reason my life is like this.”

You were washed with shock. Your own fucking mom called you a mistake… your own fucking mom regretted you… your own fucking mom…

“Kill yourself (Y/N). Do us all a favor.”

The call ended.

Tears swelled your eyes although you thought you ran out of them from yesterday. Your knees bent as you hit the floor sobbing. Without thinking twice, you chucked your phone on the street which got run over by a car rapidly.

That sparked an idea. When the car’s wheels rolled right over the phone’s screen, you started imagining, What if I became the phone? You got up and sniffed your snot which was flowing out of your nose. After brushing your knees, you prepared yourself.

You tried to run across the street, so like your phone, you could be run over. So you could end your suffering. To make everybody’s lives better.

But just when you moved your feet, you were pulled backwards and almost landed on the floor until a pair of arms caught you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!!!” Eunwoo bellowed at you and pulled you up to your feet. He was examining every inch of your face, checking for any wounds. When he found the red spot on your cheek, his eyes widened and his jaw clenched.

“What the actual fuck (Y/N)! Did you just try to get run over?!”

You closed your eyes and let your influx of tears escape.

“(Y/N)!! Fucking answer me!”

When you refused to open your mouth, Eunwoo got even more agitated.

“(Y/N)… First, you fucking leave my house without leaving a note. You know how nervous I got and how I literally panicked? For the whole day you were gone I was stressing myself. Now, I planned on walking to your house to see that you are literally preparing yourself to run across the busiest street here. Are you attempting to commit suicide?!”

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve, “Eunwoo… forget about it. I need to go.”

You tried to escape him but his arms were still holding onto your shoulders firmly. “(Y/N). Answer my questions.”

You shook your head, broke free from his arms, and made a run for it. It’s not like you didn’t want to tell him. You just didn’t want him to know everything you’ve just gone through and make him go to your mom and beat her up. You didn’t want him to start baby sitting you, making sure you weren’t hurting yourself in any way all the time. You didn’t want him to worry about you. You didn’t want to be an inconvenience.

People might think that it’s silly how you were rejecting his help, but you didn’t want to be like your mom. You didn’t want to always need to be looked after and be helpless.

So you decided to run away from Eunwoo. You kept sprinting and moving your feet rapidly although you could hear Eunwoo’s shouts from behind you.

Although your feet wanted to protest, you pushed their complaints away and kept on jogging until you couldn’t hear him anymore. Finally, you halted next to an alley and heaved heavily. Your heart was beating at an impressive speed, and your face was heated from sprinting so quickly. Your calves were sore from running, and sweat was covering your body.

After returning to your normal pulse and drinking some water, you looked up and felt a single drop of water on your forehead. Before you could comprehend it, it started pouring from the sky. The rain hit the floor violently and showered you down. Your bag was drenched and your outfit was so wet that it looked like you went swimming with your clothes on.

You were upset. Officially, you had no family left. Your mom wanted you dead, she wanted you out of this world. You wished the same, too. Now what do I do? A voice interjected your thoughts.

“Why are you out alone? It’s raining.” The raindrops hit the floor in a loud, steady rhythm.

How did he catch up to you? You practically Usain Bolted away from him… and he didn’t look tired either. It annoyed you how persistent he was. It made you feel dependent on him, which you refused to be.

“Shut up Eunwoo.”

“I’m trying to be nice (Y/N).”

“I don’t need your sympathy or friendship, clearly you have a family and home to return to, and what do I have? A bunch of people around me that offer me pity.” Eunwoo grabbed your arm violently after you said that sentence.

“Get the hell away from me!” You yelled, but Eunwoo was stronger.

“Why are you like this? You were just yelling at me a minute ago, but now you’re being nice. Did you just realize how pathetic I am?”

“You’re such an idiot!” Eunwoo screams. You look up at him. His bangs were wet from the rain although there was an umbrella in his backpack. Eunwoo’s face was covered with raindrops but his eyes had their own weather. Every time you gazed at them, they were always in different conditions. Today they matched the weather, rainy and stormed. Clouded with many thoughts that you couldn’t read. It was your first time witnessing a rainstorm in his eyes… you decided that it should be the last time too.

“I know, I’m an idiot!” You screamed back with tears falling down rapidly. For once you were grateful it was raining, so your tears were disguised. You already cried enough for two days.

You couldn’t think or yell anymore when Eunwoo suddenly pushed his lips against yours. They were so warm, it made your whole body heat up despite the freezing weather. What surprised you was the sweet taste on his lips, which was in contrary to his personality. Although it was new, you quickly adapted to it. You kissed him back gingerly.

If you could grade him on his kissing skills, they were definitely an A+

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