#holding my gfs hand prank gone right (she holds it back)

[bastionbibi]

Going home after practice

[melismaticmadness]

INTERVIEW

Request: “Something in the lines of reader playing reggies gf on the shows s2 and she becomes bffs with charlie but people keep shipping them. Something in like interview style or so....”

Description: FLUFF

1811 Words

Warnings: one curse word!

Charlie x Reader, Featuring Jeremy

Hope you like it!!

Press was always an exciting time as an actor, but even more so with this cast because of what happened before press events for season one. Their virtual press was great, but you can tell how excited they all were to experience it together this time around. Julie and the Phantoms was the best job I had gotten since moving out to LA. Honestly, it could be my big break. I was playing opposite Jeremy as his love interest, but our off-screen relationship was strictly platonic. Obviously, he and Carolynn are married and she is the sweetest. Jeremy is more of a mentor to me.

I sat in between Charlie and Jeremy for our first interview of the day when a production assistant came in and prepped us for the topics for this interview. Each interview has a slightly different focus, so it’s helpful that we know before we get started. The soft-spoken man raddled off some talking points: Charlie’s sleeves, Jeremy’s new character arc, my relationships/experience joining the cast, and then all of us would have time to add in stories of our choice if there was time. Easy. This cast makes it really easy to connect and bond. They are a family and I am so lucky to be a member of it now.

What I didn’t expect was to get so close to Charlie during rehearsals and filming in Vancouver. The two of us were instantly inseparable. He came to watch my film on set, I came to watch him. We rehearsed our lines together almost every night after long days, and Owen even considered me his other roommate because of all the nights I was asleep on their couch. Hanging out with Charlie felt like we had known each other our entire lives, but it had only been about a year.

Interviewer: “So, y/n, you seem really well connected to this cast, even though you’re sort of the new kid in the group. Would you mind telling me how you felt about joining this project?”

Y/N: “Oh I definitely felt welcomed right into the group. I remember my first night in Vancouver, Charlie came to check out my apartment, Owen came too, and I remember Charlie and I trying to prank Owen when he fell asleep on the couch but it was an epic fail. We had water and shaving cream all over the floor and ourselves, oh my god it was a mess, but that’s kinda the proof of how fast I became part of the group. Night one and they were already including me in their fun. The same goes with the girls, Jadah, Madi, Sav, Tori- we immediately were meeting for breakfast before filming together and having movie nights. It was the best welcome I could have imagined, knowing how close they all were from last season.”

Interviewer: “Jeremy, what was it like having this new energy come in, especially to shake things up for your character Reggie, who really was much of the comedic relief last season, but now has this mutually flirty relationship with y/n’s character?”

Jeremy: “Well, it was great having y/n come in and it allowed us all to explore Reggie outside of his quirky one-liners. It’s not that hard acting opposite, y/n, the talent they bring in was insane and we got along really well so it made it a lot of fun exploring Reggie as somewhat of a ‘ladies man’.”

Interviewer: “Yes it was fun getting to see more of who Reggie is, or was? Spoiler alert if you haven’t seen season one, Reggie is dead. All the boys are dead. Anyway, speaking of seeing more of something- Charlie, I noticed the sleeves on all your shirts this season were barely there. Is this a Charlie characteristic that just carried over to show off or was this specifically written for Luke?”

Charlie: “Oh gosh, haha. I think it’s a little bit of both. I definitely bring a lot of myself to Luke, but even in season one, Soyon, our amazing costume and wardrobe supervisor, was cutting the sleeves off Luke’s shirts. I think it played into his 1995 bad boy persona, and now it’s just him.”

Y/N: “and you just like showing off...hahaha!”

Charlie: “If you got it, flaunt it!” With that, all three of us and the interviewer were cracking up laughing and Charlie was flexing which kept us going a minute longer.

Interviewer: “AH,” they sighed, “Y/N, the internet is freaking out about you, truly, because of some photos of you with Mr. Gillespie over here. Let me read some things for you - ‘my heart is broken because I can’t have Charlie, but at least y/n can. I ship it,’ under an Instagram photo of you two the caption reads ‘ship it so hard it’s like the Titanic,’ which is my favorite. It’s too funny. So my question is, what is going on here? Is there a secret showmance that you’re hiding behind Reggie?”

Charlie and I are now laughing hysterically again. I don’t think the interviewer realizes how nervous our laughing sounds compared to before, but hopefully, it’s not noticeable to fans or the rest of the cast. I wasn’t expecting to get questions about Charlie and my relationship when I was supposed to be talking about my character, the whole experience, and all my scenes with Jeremy.

Y/N: “Oh no, no, no. We are friends! Nothing is going on,” I looked over at Charlie who had his eyes locked on me most admiringly. He was going to let me handle this however I wanted. “Charlie and I just happened to click right away during rehearsals and now I feel like he’s the older brother I never had!”

Charlie looked a little hurt at that ‘brother’ comment, but he jumped in to echo what I had said.

Charlie: “Ya know, the fans are so great. They love to keep up with our lives and find little hidden clues in the show about the backstory, and I think that’s just what happened with our friendship. We’re best friends, we have so many inside jokes, we hang out a LOT. But, Nah, nothing is going on here. It’s cute though that they ship us! Look out, Jere! I’m stealing your girl!.”

Interviewer: “You heard it here first everyone, Mr. Gillespie isn’t off the market! Thank you all for your time today. Everyone make sure to check out season two of Julie and the Phantoms, now on Netflix!”

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After a long first day of press, I was finally walking back into my hotel room in New York when my phone went off.

I tossed my stuff on the couch and plopped down to see what I had missed all day. Charlie had just texted me asking to meet him on the roof.

“The roof?!” I grunted, “How did he even get on the roof?” Back out the door, I followed signs to the roof. Swinging the door open once I got up there, my breath was taken away. New York City right at dusk, with the cool breeze hitting me, was so beautiful.

“Gillespie, are we allowed to be up here?”

“Kenny said we’re less likely to be followed or have our picture taken together if we were up here and came up separately. So, if we get in trouble, it’s on Kenny...”

“The view is amazing. Not surprised Kenny knew about it.” I said as I went to look out over the glass barrier at the edge of the building. We looked out in silence for a minute or so when I heard Charlie exhale.

“Y/n, what was that today?” he said running his hands through his hair.

“What was what today?”

“That whole ‘Charlie is my brother’ thing,” he made his voice go up in pitch to mimic my voice when he said it and I could tell it was bugging him, but I didn’t know why.

“I was caught off guard...I mean we’re friends.. but I figured no one would believe that if I didn’t squash the rumors right there. Sorry if it was like, emasculating, or made it seem like you don’t have any game, lol.” I playfully hip bumped him to get him to laugh a little and it worked but there was still something on his mind.

“Char, is your manager upset with what I said? I can fix it tomorrow, I’ll figure something out-” I said tilting my head in front of his so he was looking at me instead of the view.

“No, y/n, no, it’s okay..” he hesitated, “but is that really what’s going on?”

It felt like the wind was knocked out of me at that moment and all I could do was slide my back down the glass and sit on the roof. My head was in my hands and I didn’t want to say the wrong thing next.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry if I caught you off guard,” Charlie said squatting down to my level. “I just thought..maybe you felt something, anything, telling you this was more than a friend to friend relationship..” Now he was rubbing my back. Damn, this boy is my best friend.

“Charlie, I- I don’t want to lose my job. I love working with you and with everyone,” I took a deep breath, “but I can’t say I never thought about it. I have definitely thought about it.”

“Okay, so what are you thinking in that head of yours?”

“I’m thinking that I care about you and that I have for a while but didn’t want to admit it to myself until now,” looking up at Charlie I could tell he was fighting to hold back a smile.

“Kenny, won’t fire you. I talked to him in LA before we went up to Vancouver because I didn’t want him to be disappointed in me because of how I felt.”

“You told him in LA?! He’s probably been watching us and laughing at us for MONTHS. Oh my god.”

“No, it’s cool. He just warned me to make sure I wanted to be more than friends because he didn’t want to lose you.”

“Wow. Okay.” The weight I didn’t even know I was holding, had been lifted off my shoulders. “The fans really do know us better than we know ourselves.”

We both laughed and Charlie finally settled down right next to me.

“Look, I’m not saying we rush into anything. I knew I had to say something before the opportunity was gone. Now that the show’s out, you’re going to have guys banging down your door for a date.”

“I guess it’s a good thing the only guy I am looking for is you then, hmm?”

“Thank god for that interview…” Charlie said under his breath.

[leossmoonn]

hii congrats on 1.4k!! can i request 🔮 for male marauders and golden trio era? my pronouns are she/her, i’m gryffindor, i laugh in situations i shouldn’t be laughing at, i’m very friendly and i act the same around a person i know for 5 minutes and a person i know for years, i’m loud when talking, i’m too kind for my own sake, i get annoyed easily but everyone says i’m funny then, i get nervous easily especially around a person i like and i get especially loud then, i love nature and swimming and i love dancing but i’m really bad at it,, thank you!!

thank you so much! yes yes of course!

male marauders ship - james potter

when james first heard your laugh, he immediately fell in love. he was in detention and had heard your laugh from outside the classroom. you were walking through the halls w marlene and dorcas as you all had a free period. james turned his head and fell even more as he saw your face. he then realised it was you, gryffindor prefect and top of all your classes. sirius had always thought you were a know-it-all, but james thought you were funny and pretty and he was determined to get to know you better.

so after detention, he went to his house to find you. luckily, you were studying w remus and lily. he walked up to you all suave and gave you a little smirk, to which you reacted by just staring at him while sweating profusely. little did he know, you also liked him. but ofc he didnt know that, not yet, so his smile faltered and he gave you a warm, polite smile instead and said “hi, y/n. i’m james potter. we have potions and DADA together.” he held his hand out for you to shake and you stared at it for a good few seconds before laughing. youre like “y-you, you know my name? ohmygod, haha- WOW. s-sorry, i-i’m not usually this um, giggly. HAHA” and james just grins and says “no worries love. do you mind accompanying to hogsmeade this weekend” and youre like “… alright…” and james is sooo happy hehe. “it’s a date!” he exclaimed before running up to his dorm to find sirius to tell him the good news. the wait for the weekend was painful for both of you, but def worth it.

you met him at the gates, looking beautiful as usual. james complimented you like 100 timed in the first 5 minutes, you were grinning like a child who just got their christmas wish. you two strolled around the town, james ending up buying everything for you 💀. you open up to him pretty quickly and you two bounce from topic to topic seamlessly. at the end of the night, you two were at hog’s head and (ik this sounds like a muggle thing but shhh) they had karaoke night and lily and remus sung a duet, to which james pulled you up from your seat in surprise. at first you're confused and are like "wth???" and james is like "dance with me, darling!" and you're like "HAHA NO" and james frowns and asks why and you pull him close and say "i'm horrible at dancing, james. althought i will admit, i love it," you chuckle. and james is like "perfect! here, i'll teach you, m'kay?" and you're not so sure but yk james won't let up so you follow him to the dance floor.

he puts your arms around his neck and he puts his hands on the middle of your back, not too high, not too low, and you two start dancing. james at first is impressed and is like "you're not half bad, l/n." but he's spoken too soon bc you then begin to step on his feet as you two sway faster. and he's like "OW OW OW!" and you pull away from him and is like "ah im so sorry. i didn't mean to :((" and he just shrugs, "it's alright. no worries. here, lemme teach you". and he takes you in his arms again. "just follow my lead, okay. relax and just feel the music. if you panic, just stop, look at my feet, and regroup, m'kay?" and you nod tentatively and he smiles and you two start swaying. for the first 3 minutes, your eyes are at his feet, watching his and making sure you don't trip again and hurt his toes. and a few minutes later, you are dancing like a pro! (you step on his feet still... but only a few times so its not that bad hehe).

male golden trio ship - fred weasley

fred made smth blow up in hagrid's face (bless his soul) and the whole class went silent except for you. fred and george were laughing, but they were keeping it quiet while you were literally honking. your whole face gets hot with embarrassment as you realise you're the only one laughing and everyone is staring at you. you look down in shame at your desk as you feel everyone's judging eyes on you. well, not everyone is judging hehe. hargrid ends up taking 15 points from your house, 10 for the prank, 5 for you laughing (oops...). hagrid continues class and everyone goes back to paying attention to him except for fred. he's staring at you the whollleeee time.

you're two grades below him (u two are 5th and 7th year but ill age u up to 16 instead of 15 since he’s 17:)) so honestly he's never really noticed you outside of the common room before. you are friends w ron tho so ofc he knows of you and has seen you around the school, but he's never really paid attention to you before until now. and he glad he finally did because you are gorgeousss. after class, he ends up approaching you and ofc you're starstruck bc your best friend's cool, funny, hot older brother is talking to you.

he's like "i noticed you were laughing at my prank. you think that was funny?" and his tone kinda makes you scared bc he's really serious, but you end up nodding really slowly. his serious face breaks into a happy one as he says "great! at least someone was amused. say, you're friends with my baby brother, right?" he asks. and you're like "um... yeah..." and he says "great! well, why don't you take a break from hanging out w my loser brother and hang out w me tonight? george and i are planning a few more pranks." your jaw drops to the mf floor and youre like “uh. um yeah… s-sure” and fred’s like “😁😁😁 GREAT. see u then, l/n!” and your heart goes 🦋🦋🦋 and youre like “alright.. see you then”

so like you tell your friends, harry ron and hermione, abt your plans and harry is like “cool cool. tell us how it goes!” and hermione and you are giggling abt you hanging out w a boy two years up from you. and ron’s like “yeah whateva. have fun ig🙄” and hes just jealous bc his cool olders brothers are stealing his best friend but you reassure him you’re still his bff and youll hang out w him after/the next day. A

NYWAYS so it comes time and you step into the common room, confused as there was no one there. so you go and sit on the couch to wait but as you sit down, fred’s face immediately emerges from nowhere and you literally trip over and fall into him (which youre freaked out bc you cant see his body) but the invisibility cloak drops and he puts his arms around you quickly and holds you up just as your abt to fall. and your faces are literally like millimeters apart. and you think youre abt to kiss but fred pulls away and helps stabilize you before grabbing his cloak. youre like all shy again and he just smiles and says hello and sits down in the couch. you follow him in suit and he explains what the invisibility cloak is. then he gets out all his toys and prank stuff and you’re honestly really interested and you even give him ideas for new pranks and yk he likes you like 1000 times more hehe.

you two end up talking for a few hours and you emerge out of your shell and fred is very happy bc he now sees like the real you. a few hours later and your curled up on the couch, head on his shoulder and youre about to fall asleep (super romantic). fred then mentions george and youre like “oh wait. how come he isnt here?” and fred’s like “hes w angelina. his gf” and youre like “oooh” and then you boldly ask “do you have a gf” and you lift your head up from his shoulder and your face is so close to his, not as close as before, but you can feel his breath on your lips. and he looks you in the eyes and is like “no” and youre like “do you like anyone?” and as he speaks he looks down at your lips, “yeah. i think i do” and you think you know its you bc well like, how can you not in this moment. and youre like “who?” and hes like “you” AND THEN (im sorry this shit is so long but im living the dream) he leans in and your lips touch and you kiss and its all 😍🦋😏😁😋😩🥰🤩😽👻. lol anyways you pull away and are like 😳 and fred is like 😏 “ill see u tmrw right?” and youre like “y-yeah…” and you watch as he stood up and collects his stuff and leaves you. once you know hes gone, you stand up and start squealing and jumping around hehe and you run upstairs to tell hermione.

next morning, fred finds you at lunch and asks you point blank if you wanna be his gf and youre like “yes duh.” and you two then become official! so even tho fred is a prankster and is always carefree and stuff, he does have a compassionate side that comes out when he feels need be. hes so supportive too and he treats you like a mf queen. he’ll literally buy you anything and will do anything for you. he also plays jokes on u which you get him back and hes very impressed w your creativity and boldness.

so during breaks and summers, you visit the burrow and you two often hang out outside near the willow tree in their yard. you two also go swimming in the lake (let’s pretend its a big lake not a pond lol). its super nice and relaxing especially on like 90 degree days where you two are melting. you two always are splashing each other and laughing loudly. sometimes you two just cuddle and drink pumpkin juice and talk about what fred is gonna do now that he’s outta school. tbh youre afraid that once you go back to school and youre apart, youll grow apart, but fred always assure you two that you wont bc you two are soulmates <3

hope you enjoyed this!

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[imagine-all-the-imagines]

“Imagine your girlfriend, Casey, finding out that you have been injured in a school shooting.”

Warnings: School shooting, blood, injuries, death, if I’ve missed anything please let me know and I will alter this. 

My dudes. This got long, I kinda went a bit overboard. Whoops. 

Based on this request: “Anonymous asked: Hey! I read you r doing Caseyxfem!reader could I also request one? Maybe where Casey’s gf is a teacher and there’s a school shooting happening where she unintentionally got involved in and maybe svu is sent there bc it’s Casey’s gf and they try to keep the info from Casey but she finds out, arrives at the scene as well. Casey’s gf tries to negotiate with the shooter bc she’s learned a thing or two from svu and Casey but still ends up getting hurt ? & so on ofc. That’d be so awesome! :)”

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You had read the articles, you had heard the news stories, but nothing could have prepared you to go through this yourself. Looking around the room and seeing the shocked faces looking back at you, silently asking you what they should do, your heart broke. You knew this was a situation where you had to act fast so you rounded your desk and told the scared children exactly what to do, keeping your voice low and authoritative. 

“To the back of the classroom now, stay down, and stay quiet.” 

Turning towards the door, you saw a figure walking down the hall with a steady pace, not hurrying, but keeping their head on a swivel looking for people in their way. You locked the door and slid to the floor, praying that help would come soon. 

Your day had started like a normal day, waking up to your girlfriend reminding you to eat before you ran out of the apartment. 

You made it up the steps and to your classroom well before the first bell and spent that time helping the kids that came in to get assistance before classes started. 

You had been a teacher in this high school for about four years now and you loved it. Being an outlet for the kids, a confidant, a friend, that was your favorite part. 

Today was shaping up to be a normal day, you, of course had the normal shenanigans, kids not paying attention, looking at their phones thinking that you couldn’t see it. 

Second block is when you heard the first noise. A singular Pop! followed momentarily by four more. Your mind immediately thought it was a prank, firecrackers lit in a trash can, but then you heard a scream. 

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The calls came in to SVU minutes after the scream happened. One minute the squad room was quiet and still, the next every phone was ringing, every single one a crying teenager or a scared parent. 

“Captain, we have another one, shooter at the high school. They’re reporting at least ten to twenty shots now.” Finn called out. 

“Ok, we need to get down there. Now. Vests on. Perp will be armed, won’t go down without a fight.” Cragen said as he walked into the room already pulling her bulletproof vest on. 

“Hey, isn’t this the one that Y/N works at?” Elliot asked and the room went still again as everyone looked at Captain Cragen. 

After a moment, Cragen gaze got serious, “Not a word to Casey, we will tell her when we know more.”

And with those instructions, the SVU squad went down to the vehicles and made their way to the high school. 

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When you had heard the footsteps pass your door, you made your way to a window and carefully opened it. Ushering your kids to the window, you stepped back to the door and used your body to block it, hoping it would be enough for your kids to get out and get to a safe place across or down the street. 

When the last of your kids was out, you slowly got out and made your way to the window. 

All of a sudden, a few loud bangs sounded behind you and you scrambled to make your way behind your desk as the door swung open and footsteps walked in. You peeked your head above the desk to see who was in your room. You recognized them immediately.

“Jesse?” You asked as you ducked back behind the desk, “Jesse, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?”

You  couldn’t hear any movement, so you stuck you hands up and assured the student, “Jesse, I’m going to stand up now, I just want to talk to you ok?” 

As you stood up, you looked at the student in front of you, trying to stay strong and remember what you had heard from Casey and the r4est of the SVU squad when it came to these situations. 

“Jesse, this can end right now, you can stop this.” 

The student looked at you, gun lowered. You saw the vulnerability in their eyes, and then, just like that, the resolve hardened and they leveled the gun directly at you. 

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Liv and the squad got to the school and got prepared to go in as cops surrounding the building prepared to escort the students and help those who had been injured. 

Right before the team was about to go into the school, they heard a voice shout out.

“Olivia! Olivia!” the red head ADA shot a look at the cop holding her behind the blockade. “Let me through right now, I need to be in there.” 

Looking at Liv, Casey braced herself against the blockade, “Olivia, tell him to let me through, right now!” 

Liv ran over to the cop, “She’s with us, let her through.”

“Olivia, what happened. Is everyone ok?  Have you heard from Y/N?” Casey shot off questions, her normally composed facade shattered, the worry prominent in her eyes. 

“Casey, I need you to breathe-”

“Do not tell me to breathe! The woman I love is in there with an active shooter, you do not-” Casey broke into sobs as she faltered in her steps, tripping forward, “tell me.. to.. breathe!” 

Liv’s arms wrapped around Casey’s shoulders and she held her for a moment. “Casey, I’m going in with the team. Promise me you will stay out here until we get the all clear.” Liv looked at a cop by them, “Stay with her and do not let her come in.”

The cop nodded and Olivia joined the team and they went into the school ready to do what was necessary. 

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You had to keep them talking, that was the thought going through your head. You still had the gun trained on you, but you had gotten closer and gotten Jesse to talk. Apparently, they had been bullied, picked on, made to felt useless. They just wanted everyone to understand what it felt like, to feel like nothing. 

“Jesse, I understand. But I promise you, it gets better.” You said, nodding at them, you hoped the smile on your face was reassuring and not showing the fear that you were trying to keep under wraps. 

“No!” Jesse gestured the gun towards you. “Everyone says it will get better, but it hasn’t! Not in the last three years. It will never get better. It will always be like this.” 

You flinched when they moved the gun, “No, Jesse, it does. I was bullied all throughout middle and high school, and I’m here, I made it. You can too. I just need you to put the gun down and we can get you out of here.” 

Jesse stayed silent.

“Jesse please, you can do this.” You took another step towards Jesse, keeping your hands up and looking at them with soft eyes. 

All of a sudden, Jesse took a step toward you and grabbed your arm, pulling you close to them with the gun pressed against your side. “You’re right, we can get out of here.”

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As Olivia and the rest of the squad made their way through the school, they cleared the building room by room. They tried to keep a level head as they saw a few bodies on the floor, most of them were just injured, but there were a few that were already gone. 

Olivia was reporting a room clear and telling those outside the body count when a door ahead of them opened. All of their guns trained on the sound as a woman walked out with a teenager behind them. 

“Y/N, are you ok? Who is that behind you?” Elliot asked.

You nodded stiffly, “I’m fine guys, this is Jesse, and we would really like to just get out of here, ok?”

Olivia shook her head, “ I’m sorry Y/N, Jesse, we cant let you do that.”

Jesse moved the gun to your head, “I don’t think you understand, you will let me out of here, or Ms. Y/L/N is going to die. You’ve seen the others, you know I’ll do it!”

Olivia nodded and released the grip of her gun, placing it in her holster, nodding at the others, they all put there guns away as well. “Ok, you can go, but just so you know, if you walk out that door, there are about fifty or more cops out there, snipers too just waiting to get a clean shot at you. They will take you down before you even have time to register what had happened.”

“Jesse listen to them, If you go with them, you get to live. You can eventually get past this.” You pleaded with the student behind you. 

As you pleaded with Jesse, keeping their focus on you, Elliot made his way around to get a better line of sight on Jesse. 

When Elliot was situated he gave the slightest of nods. You hung your head forward for a moment, as if defeated, “Please Jesse...” and then you swung your head back, causing Jesse to release you from his grip. 

You turned to look at Jesse. In a startled reaction Jesse’s gun went off and you fell to the floor as Elliot tackled the student to the ground. Olivia took you in her arms and Elliot arrested the student getting them to their feet and walking them out. 

Olivia helped you stand, “Are you ok?” 

You nodded as you walked with her towards the doors and the sunlight outside, “Yeah, I think so, just a little light headed. Probably adrenaline.” 

Olivia kept her arms around you, comforting you. “By the way, Casey is here, she’s pretty worried about you.”

You let out a huff and felt the world start to spin as you tripped over your feet. “Liv?” 

As your body went limp, Oliva called out your name, when you didn’t respond Olivia called out, “I need a bus! Y/N, hey, are you ok?” 

Olivia pulled away your sweater and noticed a patch of blood on your lower abdomen and seeping down towards your hips. 

“Y/N! You have to stay awake, Casey is here, you have to stay awake for her, ok? God, I’m sorry, but this might hurt.” 

Olivia put her hands over your wound and pressed, trying to stop the blood flow. You didn’t cry out, didn’t even make a sound. 

As soon as the paramedics got there, they checked your vitals and placed you on a gurney rushing you to the ambulance. Olivia followed close behind and looked for Casey waiting where she had left her. 

“Casey, you need to go with her. Now.” Olivia said while pointing at you being loaded into the ambulance. 

Casey stared in horror. “Liv?”

Olivia shook her friend by the shoulders, “Listen to me, she is hurt, she needs you, get on that ambulance. Right. Now.” 

Casey shook out of her daze and ran to the ambulance, climbing in and holding on to your hands while tears round down her face. 

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The first thing you noticed was that there was a constant beeping next to you. The next was that there was a warmth covering your right hand, significantly warmer than your left, and heavier too. The final thing you noticed was that you were in a bed, but not a bed that you were used to.

Opening your eyes proved to be harder than you expected. When they finally cracked open, you saw a familiar red headed ADA holding onto your hand and sleeping with her head resting on your bed. 

Your voice cracked as you spoke, “Casey? Baby? You awake?”

Casey’s head immediately shot up and she looked at you, fresh tears in her eyes. 

“Y/N! Oh thank God, you’re awake! I was so worried.” Casey picked up your hand and gave it kisses. 

“How long was I out?” 

“Two days. What were you thinking? You could have been killed!” Casey looked at you with nothing but worry in her eyes. 

“Casey, I had to do something, it could have been so much worse. I helped people get out, I kept them occupied, talking. I did what Olivia talked about.” 

Casey let go of your hand, “But you are not a cop Y/N! You don’t have the training, you don’t have the protection! You could have died!” 

“But I didn’t!” You paused, “How many did?

Casey took a breath, “Four were dead at the scene, another five were injured. One of them died at the hospital.” 

You gasped and Casey grabbed your hand, “But they did say that if you hadn’t done what you did, the outcome would have been a lot worse. I just wish you hadn’t gotten hurt.” 

“I’m sorry Casey, I just did what I had to do to keep my kids safe.” 

“It’s ok, do you want me to call the team? Tell them you’re awake?” Casey asked. 

You shook your head, “No, not yet. For now I just want you.” You leaned up to kiss her and then groaned. “Nope, you have to come to me. I can’t get up that far.” 

Casey laughed and leaned down to kiss you. When she puled back, you managed to scoot yourself over enough to create space for Casey. “Come here, I’m injured and I need cuddles.” 

Casey rolled her eyes and took off her shoes before climbing into bed and pulling you into her, stroking your hair as you were lulled back to sleep in your girlfriends arms. 

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Pranks

Summary: Dipper and Mabel got their fun-loving personalities from someone, and that someone got his fun-loving personality from someone else.

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Oh, boyohboyohboyohboyohBOY! I love this little fic and I’m so happy to post it here for you guys! Of course, this is heavily referencing F.R.I.E.N.D.S., specifically S7E16 "The One with the Truth About London", but I had this idea for a long time and am happy to finally throw it out into the world. I hope you guys like it! (and yes I gave I and jumped on the bandwagon on a certain headcanon)

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Stanford drummed his six fingers on the arm of the old plaid couch impatiently. While he sat on the right side of the couch, his four-year-old nephew sat on the left side, his little legs just barely passing the edge of the seat and his face just as bored and impatient as the college graduate’s.

Sherman’s son, Alex, had been born in the Fall of Stanford and Stanley’s senior year of high school. While the baby seemed to cry every time Stanford held him, Stanford painfully reminded himself that his twin had always been good with kids and would have probably handled this situation much better. Shermie and his wife both worked, and while their son was in preschool it worked out so that a parent was home when Alex was home, but now that summer was here, the boy was often sent to day-long visits with his grandparents. Ma loved having her grandson over, dotting on him, giving him plenty of snacks and playing games or watching TV with him, but the Pines family was out of groceries and so rather than take the four-year-old with her, Ma left Alex with Stanford. Stanford didn’t have a boiling hatred for children and he loved his nephew greatly, but he was socially awkward with kids and had no idea how to interact with them. Stanford glanced down at the boy and found his eyes glossy as he daydreamed. Stanford sighed quietly to himself. Part of the job description of an uncle was to always entertain his nieces and nephews. He had a chance to be the fun yet responsible adult. Once again Stanford was painfully reminded that Stanley had been amazing with their nephew and could keep him entertained with a shoe string if needed. Stanford was tempted to think of what Stanley would do if he was here, but that was out of the question, so instead he asked himself what would he do with anyone who was exceedingly bored. He would talk to them. Stanford cleared his throat. “So, um, Alex, are you excited that school is over?” He shrugged, still looking dead ahead. “It’s been kinda boring.” Stanford couldn’t argue with that. “Yes, I suppose so.” “Yeah, in school I pwayed with the other kids, but now there’s no kids t’pway with.” Stanford’s first question was why not play with his siblings, but then he was reminded of the struggles young only-children had. “Ah, I see. And you don’t have any brothers or sisters to play with, huh?” Stanford asked, and Alex shook his head. “Well, that’s probably for the best. You know, your father was your age when… when I came along, and all he did was complain about it.” Alex smiled and turned in his seat to look at his uncle a little bit better. “Really, why?” He asked with a smile, enjoying a little bit of gossip about his dad. Stanford smiled and said, “Well, I think a large amount of it was because we were nothing but trouble. As siblings will, we just tortured each other.” Stanford chuckled to himself as he could remember hiding in Sherman’s closet with Stanley, waiting to scare him with a clown-mask and a goblin-mask. “How’d you do that?” Alex asked. Stanford turned to properly face his nephew and he gave it some thought. “Well, there was a month-long period where your uncle repeated everything your father said. We would also hide and scare each other randomly. Oh! Once I switched the sugar for salt so Shermie put salt on his cereal.” Alex giggled and said, “That’s funny.” Stanford, encouraged, grinned. “Really? Uh... oh! This is a good one!” He rummaged through his pants-pockets for a quarter and in between the couch-cushions for a pencil. “You… you take a quarter, and use a pencil to blacken the edge… like this… and then you say to someone, ‘I bet you can’t roll this quarter from your forehead to your chin without it leaving your face’ and then when they do it, they will have a black line running right down the center of their face!” Alex laughed and asked, “Can I do it to you?” Stanford laughed, fullheartedly laughed, and said, “No, sorry, you will have to try it on someone else.” ~~~~~~~~~~ By the time Ma came back and had to take Alex home, he was actually sad to say goodbye to Fun Uncle Stanford and gave him a tight hug. Stanford was glad no one was home to see him smile like an idiot for an hour straight. The next day Ma was on the phone with a client and Pa was downstairs in the shop, so Stanford was sitting in the living room alone, reading a book, when the back door opened and closed. Stanford craned his neck to see the hallway behind him and he saw Sherman come into view, stern-looking with a black line down the center of his face. Stanford bit his lip. “We need to talk.” Sherman growled, resembling their father for a moment despite looking more like Ma with his narrower face and “beanpole” structure. “Uh, sure.” Stanford closed his book and stood up as his brother entered the room. “So,” Sherman crossed his arms over his chest. Stanford noticed his left foot was tapping on the floor rhythmically. That was not a good sign. “Alex learned a little trick from you.” Stanford smiled and pocketed his polydactyl hands in the pocket of his pants. “Right, the old…” “That’s right, my son put saran wrap over the toilet seat so that the pee goes everywhere!” Sherman snapped. Stanford actually had to cover his mouth with a hand to keep from snorting. He cleared his throat and croaked, “I’m really sorry about that.” “Really, Ford, I’d expect this kinda thing from Stan,” Sherman scolded and uncrossed his arms. “But you know how I feel about pranks! They’re stupid, they’re mean, and I don’t want my son doing that sort of thing!” “Oh, come now, Shermie,” Stanford eased, thinking his anger was a little too much for something so harmless. “Clear plastic wrap on the toilet, don’t you think that’s only a little bit funny?” “I was barefoot.” Stanford accidentally let a quick bark of a laugh escape his mouth before holding his breath. “Now, please Ford, tell me the toilet-prank was the only one you taught him, right?” Sherman asked. Stanford darted his eyes to the line on his brother’s face and debated on telling him, but it was just too easy to let it go. A nice little last-prank before going to Alex and talking to him about this. “Uh, y-yes. Absolutely.” Maybe it was because he was so used to all of the lying to come from Stanley, but Sherman actually believed Stanford and nodded and patted his shoulder. “Thanks. Sorry to leave in such a hurry, but I have a meeting I have to be in very soon.” Stanford suddenly regretted not telling Sherman about his black line and tried to stop him to tell him, but he was already gone and Stanford made no further attempt to tell him. He did, however, go to New York City to talk to his nephew. While he enjoyed being Fun Uncle Stanford, as Alex called him yesterday, he had sworn to himself when his nephew was born that he would be the responsible uncle (mostly since he knew he couldn’t count on his twin to be responsible for anyone or anything), and Stanford intended to keep that promise. So he took a subway to New York City and walked to the apartment building his older brother lived in, knowing that since Alex wasn’t with his grandparents he was at home with his mother. When Stanford knocked, Sherman’s wife, Daisy, opened the door and smiled. “Hi, Ford!” The dirty-blonde haired woman greeted and let the young man inside the very tidy apartment, a total opposite to the Pines’ flat above the pawn shop. “Shermie’s not here right now.” “Oh, I know, Daisy, I just… erm, thought I would pay a visit.” “Oh alright, would you like some coffee? I was about to make myself some.” Daisy offered as she walked into the kitchen, which was its own room unlike the Pines’ home that had one big room for a living room, kitchen, and dining room. “That would be great, thank you.” Stanford let her go and called as he sat in one of the matching armchairs in the living room. “So, where is Alex?” He jumped out of his chair when his nephew scared him from behind the chair and Stanford had to bite his lip to keep from yelling or swearing. He smiled and called back to Daisy, “Nevermind, I found him.” “Hi, Uncle Stanford!” “Alex, my boy,” Stanford greeted and sat the four-year-old on the armchair as he crouched to be eye-level. “While I’m very happy to see you, that little prank is exactly why I came to talk to you.” “Ford, do you want some sugar in your coffee?” Daisy called from the kitchen. Stanford opened his mouth to request a little bit of sugar, but then he remembered the whole sugar-and-salt prank he taught Alex and asked the boy, “Do I want sugar in my coffee?” Alex grinned and nodded, but Stanford could see the little lie in his eyes and decided to play it safe. “No, just come creamer would be great, thank you.” Stanford called to his sister-in-law and turned his attention back on his nephew. “Okay, now do you remember all those pranks I taught you yesterday?” “Y’remember all those pranks I taught you yesterday?” Alex repeated with a voice that mocked Stanford’s as he bounced in the armchair with glee. Stanford paused and then shook his head. “No, Alex, listen…” “No, Alex, listen.” “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do that.” “Alex, please, your father doesn’t like pranks.” Stanford tried to explain, but was interrupted. “Alex, please, your father doesn’t like pranks.” Franklin copied. Stanford stood up, his knees aching, and muttered, “Damn it.” Unfortunately, the boy heard that. “Damn it!” He yelled. That made Stanford’s eyes widened with horror and he fell to his knees. “No, no, no! Don’t say that!” He hissed, worried Daisy might have heard her four-year-old son swear. “Damn it!” “No, g-g-go back to repeating!” “Damn it!” “Not that kind of repeating!” “Damn it!” Stanford groaned and stood up to try to think, groaning, “Oh, crap.” “Oh, crap!” Alex cheered, happy to learn so many new words in one minute, meanwhile his uncle was growing pale. Stanford ran a six-fingered hand through his fluffy brown hair as he tried to think of what to do. Stanley might have been worse about swearing like a sailor, but he was much better about censoring himself around kids. One time, when Ma gave the twins the chore of taking the baby for a walk in the stroller, Stanley stumped his toe as they were coming home, and even though the baby was only two-months-old, he manage to yell something that wasn’t necessarily a swear. (Stanley’s eyes had landed on the waffle-sign next to their pawn shop and yelled, “Hot Belgian Waffles!”, a swear that would always remain Stanford’s favorite.) As much as it hurts, Stanford’s mind kept thinking of what his brother would have done. Stanley would have never been bored with Alex in the first place. They would have played football outside to get some fresh air, or he would have shoplifted two popsicles from the ice-cream truck, or he would have colored or played blocks with the four-year-old and claim his scribbles would give Van Gogh a run for his money. If thinking like Stanley would have saved him then, maybe it could save Stanford now. So he thought of what Stanley would have done in this situation. Then an idea came to him and his face lit up. Stanford pulled the coffee table closer to the armchair Alex sat on and had a long discussion with him. As he talked, he kept an ear out for Daisy and by the time he was finished it sounded (and smelled) like the coffee was nearly ready. “And so what have we agreed on?” “No more pranks.” Alex said. “Cross your heart?” Stanford asked and did it first, crossing his heart with his right hand and then holding it up. Alex nodded, crossed his heart, and then held up his hand. Stanford smiled and was about to thank his nephew for being cooperative, but then the boy got an idea and clapped his hand against his uncle’s. “High…” Alex then gasped, and got an even better idea. “High-six!” He cheered, missing the look on Stanford’s face. He was shaken to have someone give him a “high-six”. Alex was too little for Stanley to have taught him that (their nephew was only six-months-old that spring evening Stanley left home); that was something Alex came up on his own. He was a creative, sweet, go-with-the-flow child, one of the few people who never questioned or mocked Stanford for his extra fingers. To him, that’s just the way his Uncle Stanford was and he not only accepted it but loved it. Stanford was broken from his trance when his nephew held out his hand for something and even cleared his throat. “Oh, right!” Stanford reached into his pocket and pulled a five dollar bill out from his wallet and gave it to Alex, his fee for promising not to pull any more pranks. Alex grinned, took the money, and ran off with it. Stanford rolled his eyes and pocketed his wallet and stood up to join Daisy in the kitchen. Just then Sherman came home and was surprised to find his little brother in his living room. He still had the black line down his face. “Ford, what brings you here?” “I just came by to talk to Alex, that’s all.” Stanford said with a shrug and pocketed his hands in his pockets. Sherman gave him a deadly glare. “I swear, if you taught him any more…” “No, no, I actually had a talk with him and he promised not to pull pranks.” Stanford sighed and put a hand up to stop his brothers scolding. “Oh,” Sherman said and smiled. “Well, thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Stanford pocketed his exposed hand and added, “But just so you know, it was nice to be known as ‘Fun Uncle Stanford’ for a day.” He bit his tongue to keep from going on, but if Sherman didn’t know any better he would say Stanford was going to tell him how much he loved being known as fun to Alex. Sherman sighed, realizing that he may have taken this whole pranking-thing too seriously, and said slowly, “Look, Ford, I’m glad you two were bonding and having fun, I just…” “No, Shermie, it’s alright.” Stanford waved his brother’s explanation away. “He’s your son and you have more than a say in what he learns and doesn’t learn. All I’m going to remind you is that he is an only child. Somebody will have to teach him those kind of things so he doesn’t get creamed by the other kids. And, in retrospect, it’s not like I taught him anything an average four-year-old doesn’t either know or have thought of on his own.” “Damn it!” Stanford quickly looked at his watch and said as he left, “Oh, Moses, look at the time!” Sherman was rigid, it digesting that his brother quite possibly taught Alex a swear, and his temper snapped when Daisy walked in, saw her husband’s face, and asked, “Where did you get that big black line down the center of your face?” “STANFORD FILBRICK PINES!” Sherman yelled as he ran out the door to teach his little brother a lesson Pines-boxing-style. ~~~~~~~~~~ A few weeks later, only two weeks before Stanford was moving to Oregon for his new job, Sherman brought Alex into the pawn shop so Sherman could leave quicker through the front entrance, fully aware that Stanford was the only one home at the moment. “Again, I’m sorry to put you on the spot like this, but there is an issue down at the bank I have to take care of, and a certain someone asked for his Fun Uncle Stanford.” Stanford grinned and looked down at the boy who was holding his six-fingered hand and bouncing on the spot. “Oh, well we have fun together, don’t we Alex?” Alex, grinning ear-to-ear, nodded wildly. “Okay, I’ll be back at six.” Sherman said, patted Stanford’s shoulder, and turned to leave, but the younger brother laughed and shook his head. “No, wait, I’m sorry, my boy, I can’t let him go.” Stanford said to Alex, who pouted a little, making his bottom lip stick out. “Wait, what?” Sherman stood still as Stanford removed a piece of paper that read “poop” that had been tapped to Sherman’s back. “That’s fantastic.” He said sarcastically and scowled at his son. “What did we just finished talking about, Alex?” “What did we just finished talking about, Alex?” The boy mocked. “Alex,” Stanford said warningly, but Sherman cut him off. “That is it.” He growled and darted for his son, who let go of Stanford’s hand and ran around the shop, free to do so without the scolding of his Grandpa to not break anything. “Alex! Come here, little mister! You are in BIG trouble!” “Oh, come on!” Stanford called as Sherman chased Alex up the stairwell leading to the flat above the shop. “Shermie! Wait a minute!” Sherman and Alex disappeared into the hallway of nothing but stairs, and the next thing Stanford knew he heard yells and saw a big body fall down into the shop. Stanford yelled and jumped, holding his hair and freaking out for his brother’s safety, only to find that it was a dummy and Sherman and Alex were laughing in the middle of the stairs. Stanford glared daggers at them, but he decided he could let the prank go when he saw the way Alex was laughing and smiling and how he high-fived his father. ~~~~~~~~~~ Alex read his newspaper while his children ate their cereal with smug looks on their faces. Their mother had just entered the kitchen and was pouring herself some coffee. She was too sleepy to notice how odd it was that talkative-Mabel was silent and that Dipper was watching her so intensively instead of reading his book. Kristen grabbed the nearly-full coffee pot and a mug, poured herself some hot caffeinated drink, added sugar and powdered creamer, and gingerly took a sip as she leaned against the counter. As soon as the drink landed on her tongue she hurried to the sink and spat it out. “Ack! What the… Al!” Alex laughed with his kids as he put his paper down. Mabel even pounded her little fist on the table as she laughed at her mother’s reaction. Kristen tried to scowl scaringly, but it was hard when her whole family was so happy. “Very clever.” She said and got down the bag of sugar to fix herself a new cup of coffee. “That’s a good one.” “Yeah, Daddy!” The five-year-old girl cheered before popping a spoonful of cereal with milk into her mouth. “Where’d y’learn that stuff?” “My Uncle Stanford taught me when I was about your age.” Alex answered. He ignored the fact that he hadn’t seen the man who taught him that in years but saw his twin at a funeral and when Dipper and Mabel were born. “We have an Uncle Stanford?!” Mabel gasped happily. “Well, he’s my uncle, so that would make him your great-uncle.” Alex chuckled. “That’s even better! A greater uncle!” “He sounds like a lot of fun.” Dipper said. “When are we gonna see him?” Alex shrugged. Traditionally, he took his little family to his parents’ house for Thanksgiving and Grandma Pines would fly down to California for Hanukkah, but she was getting older and it was harder for her to travel. Stanford would answer any call he got from his nephew cheerful enough, but he had made no effort to see any family except when Alex invited him to that hospital in California, knowing he needed to be there more than anybody. Alex was “insightful” as his mother called it, and so he knew a good amount of what was going on and also knew how to leave what wasn’t his business alone but also help his family member. “Maybe I should call him and we can go up and visit him for the holidays. He lives up north and if we’re lucky we might get some snow.” Mabel gasped even bigger and louder. “SNOW! I wanna go see Uncle Stanford! I wanna go see Uncle Stanford!” “Alright, alright, Maple Leaf.” Alex said and ruffled her hair. “We’ll see what happens.”

[ikonislife]

iKON x Teased GF 1

-iKON x Female Reader

- Maknae line: Chanwoo, Junhoe, Donghyuk, Hanbin

a/n: I never know if Hanbin is part of the maknae line or the hyung line hahaha. Also, I know the request say GF and the part with Hanbin isn’t exactly that but you know, they’ll get there eventually so I cheated a little bit (:

Chanwoo:

From day one, Chanwoo had always admired your work ethic and how passionate you are with every performance. Being a maknae and having debuted not too long after your group, he remembered himself staring in awe, watching performance after performance on the small screen on his phone during break or after a long torturous training session. You had always took his breath away, entranced him with how fierce you look and how strong your stage persona is. He used to think you could probably take down a whole herd of zombie all on your own if it comes down to it...

Staring at you now, squirming on the floor whining like a cat at your older members to stop tickling you, he’s not so sure about the zombie thing anymore. You were rolling around in your pink pajama set with bunny prints on it while swatting the pairs of hands digging into your sides and armpits. You glare over his way, large body comfortably making the couch that normally fit three of your members at once looking like a throne befitting of a king. He stays quiet, a chillingly handsome grin playing on his lips as he stare straight at the scene playing out without uttering a single word to defend you. 

He had gotten used to your cute side, which came to him as a surprise because really, who would’ve thought the world between the performer and the real you was so vast. He was so scared meeting you for the first time thinking the resting bitch face, the ice cold glare were all part of the experience but he couldn’t be more wrong. Hanbin had mentioned to him your group waiting room was just next door and he hoped with all his might that he could see you, itching for just a glance with the 10th bathroom break he had taken in the hour. By the time iKON had taken their stage, Chanwoo had given up of his chance to see you in real life. Yet as the sweaty boys, still elated with the adrenaline given by thousands screaming fans sauntering their way down the hall, a loud kitten liked yelp had stolen the heavy pants right out of their chests.

“Oh my God, it’s iKon!” 

You had come running smiling brighter than the freaking sun, eyes beaming with amazement, excitement coursing through your veins from the nervous seal clap ringing through the empty hall. Recalling it now, he swore you could’ve bounce right off the wall if you wanted to. Your leader trailed not too far behind, hand rubbing her nose bridge like a mother watching her kid mortifying outburst in public. At the sight of a senior group, the boys all immediately bowed deeply saying a polite hello. The second you noticed they had heard your antic, you hid behind your leader and the other members in embarrassment.

“Hello, we really enjoyed your stage tonight.” Your leader started to speak but Chanwoo could only kept his eyes on your shy ones still timidly playing hide and seek behind your members. He caught you peeking his way and broke out in a soft smile, chuckling a bit when you stick your hand out and did a little wave at him. You took all his breath away once more but for a very different reason. 

The rest was a blur because now he was sitting in your dorm living room as if he had always belonged here. How could someone be so intimidating on stage be softer than a baby cat in real life, he didn’t know, and honestly, Chanwoo really couldn’t careless. He loves the way you interact with your own members. How you’d rub up to the oldest two as if they’re your parents, or cheekily pulling prank at the ones you know will never get mad at you. Needless to say, your cry for help hit deaf ears as he sit there giggling at how much badass Y/n struggling to get away from her gentle older sisters. It’s adorable to the max the way you whine his name asking him to use his giant body to shield you then only frown when he just watches. 

“Jung Chanwoo, don’t you dare help her. We’ll change the passcode on the door if you do. You’ll never see her again!” Your older members warns him from the sideline.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, noona. I’m still scare of you guys.” He replies, reveling in your pouty lips and twinkling eyes before you break out in painful laughter.

“That’s right. You hear that, maknae. You’re so dead now, switching out my regular tea for a flavored one. You know I despise peach with a passion.”

When she finally let you go after the 10 millionth apology, you huff away to your room leaving him giggling in the living room at your cute anger. You mutter for him to go away but who can struggle against a giant teddy bear using all his strength to hug away whatever anger might be lingering. He presses kisses everywhere, apologizing for not helping.

“I’m sorry, babe. You know your leader is scarier than Hanbin and Jiwon hyung combined. I’ll make it up to you. Come on, stop frowning. Don’t be mad. You know I love watching you having fun with your sisters.”

“No, you’re a jerk. I was not having fun. Tickling used to be a torture method back in ye olden days you know.” You grumble, crossing your arms in total annoyance. 

“What if I take you to dinner, then milk tea after, theeeen I’ll let you onto my evil-maknae secrets.” Lips mirroring your pouts, he nudges your cheek with his nose before pressing a big kiss. 

“Fine! I’m doing it for the milk tea.” You finally relent to his love, returning the kisses  and wrapping your arms around his torso as he sighs softly thinking your pouty lips will be the death of him.

Junhoe:

At the chance of a rare long break, all your members packed up with plans of going home before the management change their mind. Well... all, except you. Just so happened your parents had decided to take a long trip for their 25th anniversary leaving you with nowhere to go, and no place to be. Grumpy and sad, you called Junhoe and much to your delight, he had learned of this news long before the words had gotten to you. As a way to make up for the endless failed dates and never having enough time to even hug you properly, Junhoe had planned a whole fun filled week. You’d be lying if guilt isn’t the first thing on your mind watching his eyes glossing over in sorrow as if the distant and time apart was entirely his fault. Hell, he’s not even at fault, this lifestyle you’ve both chosen... There’s no telling what the future hold even if your hearts are in the right place.  

It was suppose to be a peaceful day for Junhoe and yourself. Nothing but relaxation after months long of grueling tour for him and promotion for you. At least it had started out that way... He had arrived bright and early with a big smile on his lips and coffees in hands. Running straight into his arms, you could sense all the sadness from feeling left out watching all your member packing for their trip dissipated slowly with the small fleet of kisses he’s planting along your cheeks and hair. 

“Ugh, gross. You two better not be doing things I wouldn’t do when we’re all gone.”  As always, being the second youngest in the group, she’ll take any chance she gets at teasing you because well, you’re the only one she could pick on without consequences. She winked, grabbing her phone from the coffee table in the living room. 

“UNNIE, NO!”  You yelped loudly, face instantly heating up like a volcano. 

“You know they will. Just please, not on the dinning table or the couch or anything in the public area. We eat and enjoy wholesome family activities here. We’d like to keep it clean.” Your second oldest whizzed by, hands gesturing to the spacious living room resembling much of the cargo hold of a plane at the moment, luggages strewn messily across the floor. 

“OH MY GOD! Can you guys stop?" You groaned loudy, earning a glare from the two. “Please?” You added as you dug your face deeper into Junhoe’s chest, feeling it rumbled under the hearty chuckle he was heaving. You couldn’t care for any of the teasing at the moment, not with the way his arms were slowing constricting tighter around your body. Neither of you had seen much of each other the past few months with him constantly flying in and out to Japan, you yourself were constantly at shoots or doing music shows. Although you couldn’t deny the way every inch of your skin slowly burning from embarrassment.

“What? We were just saying you know, make good choices. Don’t do drug, don’t drink then barf all over the living room. The carpet is very expensive you know. If you spill wine or kimchi chigae all over the white rug, leader will kill you. You’re the one getting all red and defensive for no reason. Gutter mind! Is she always this dirty minded around you too, Junhoe?” 

By the smug look and smirks proudly donned on their faces, you knew you lost the battle. Normally you’d be too aware, too sarcastic and witty for them to get the better of you. Try as they might, you always have a comeback. This time, you knew you were royally screwed by how hard they’re laughing. You got so wrapped up in the comfort provided by the boy who was laughing his ass off instead of helping you that your defend was shot.

“June~ help me~~~~” Instead of coming to your aid, Junhoe still just stood there laughing along with your older members.

“Ah! she’s mild around me, noona. She’s like a puppy, just give her food and she’ll be happy.” He quipped, winking at your members who were now practically rolling laughing on the floor.

“MILD?! MILD?!!!! I’LL SHOW Y’ALL MILD.” You screeched, nearly blowing everyone ears off before huffing away.

“Oh no, we’re in trouble now. She’s getting the leader.” Feigning fear, the younger retorted while wiping off a tear falling from her eyes from laughing so hard while the older one giving Junhoe a thumb up for getting under your skin. Sure enough, you came back not even a minute later, tucked under the leader’s arm with a frown on your face. She hugged you tight before glaring back at the other two still wheezing in tear.

“Alright, cut it off you two. She’s gonna cry if you don’t stop.” At the fearsome leader’s words, the two members shut up quick, although still snickering a bit under their breath. Meanwhile, Junhoe just sat back on the dinning chair enjoying the whole show. He’s loving the fact that his sassy girlfriend finally got one up at her own game. “Finish packing, managers is gonna be here to pick us up soon. You two haven’t finished cleaning your room yet, do that after packing.” You grinned smugly listening to the leader barking order at the now frowning members eyeing their messy room through the ajar bedroom’s door. You stuck your tongue out at them to which they return the favor with an irritation note to their expression. “ You missy...” Your eyes immediately on the eldest now. “...Keep our room clean when I’m gone. Keep the nasty business in the bedroom BUT on your OWN bed only, got it? I don’t need you having sex on my desk either, I compose on there. The last thing I need is to have that images intruding my writing process.” She said without missing a beat with a well placed shudder at the word “images”. Your jaw nearly dropped at the leader who usually baby you through everything. You withdrawn your arms immediately before clutching your heart dramatically. The booming laughter of the other two and your boyfriend shook the whole building like an earthquake.

“Leader-nim, how could you?” You backed away, straight into Junhoe’s body with a loud “oof” before he reached out and engulfed your body into his embrace once again.

“Okay, she’s going to cry for real now. Noona, you guys get to leave but I’m dealing with her for a whole week without any help. She’s already whining enough about you guys leaving, let’s cut her some slack.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head to which you swat away unsuccessfully. 

“Sorry baby maknae, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. It’s not often you got no witty response.”

You gave them a disgusted glare before pushing Junhoe off your body. Sulking in the corner, you didn’t even bother saying bye when the managers came and whisked all your member away. You gave a small peace sign when all three waved bye to which they simply laughed before heading off. 

Alone now, you stood up dragging Junhoe toward the door before futilely shoving him out into the hall. He firmly planted his feet to the ground and no matter how much effort you exerted, he wouldn’t budge.

“Okay, come on babe. They were just having a little fun.”

“Go away. I hate you. You were no help.”

“I’m sorry, okay? You’re so cute when you sulk. What if I say my super secret plan for this week involve the beach?”

“You’re still not staying. Also, I’m breaking up with you.”

“It also involve the animal conservation... and I may or may not have gotten special VIP passes to pet the meerkats and the panda... I won’t say whose name is on the passes, all I know is she’s my girlfriend...” He mused the plan out loud, watching your brows slowly diffused from their previously furrowed position. 

“Fine, you can stay.” He nearly passed out laughing from how fast you changed your mind while you pulled him back inside before shutting the door.  

“Did I tell you? You look super adorable when you’re angry.”

“Yes, and don’t push your luck.”

Donghyuk:

Dusk was approaching fast as Donghyuk sat in the back of his manager’s car gazing aimlessly at the cloud rolling by above. Normally the ride home from practice would be in a van with 6 other noisy, sweat slicked boys but today was Tuesday. Tuesdays are special in Donghyuk’s heart because it’s the designated date day. Now it doesn’t happen every single Tuesday, not even every other one. Sometimes it doesn’t even happen once in a whole month. It happened whenever neither you nor him have obligation and damn sure every time it did, it was special. Donghyuk had a gentle grin on his lips, his drowsy eyes fell upon the large box sitting neatly just next to him. In the month he hadn’t seen you other than on the screen of his phone, he had gathered up quite the collection of gifts for you to be drown in. Of course you can afford to buy these things on your own and damn sure you weren’t with him because he buys you gifts but it still bring him great joy to shower you in tokens of his love. Hand patting the box gently, he leaned back for a quick shut eyes knowing you deserve every second of his attention. Just as his eyes flutter shut, the car suddenly halted and trepidation grew steady in his heart after a full 5 minutes of complete stand still. 

Shoving his phone back in his pocket, he smiled sleepily at the image of you sitting so patiently waiting for him. It warmed his heart to know no matter what, you’d always be positive.

Another hour had gone by and Donghyuk finally found himself once more fixing his appearance in the mirror of the elevator he had long made acquaintance with. Foot tapping to a high rhythmic beat, time suddenly felt to tick by so slow as he watched the red light dances from one button to another, taking its sweet sweet time to painstakingly reach number 19. With a ding, Donghyuk rushed out of the still widening door and bolted straight to your door. Just then he caught the other members in your group giggling their way down the hall for dinner. He bowed respectfully but they resorted to hugging him instead. All your older members love the way your boyfriend could take care of you in area they couldn’t. Being the last member added onto the team, you shy away from sharing your true feeling fearing crossing the line, breaking the bond that had formed so long before. Watching the way Donghyuk could coax that bubbly personality out of your usually quiet and timid facade lighten the loads on them. 

His fingers trembled with excitement as your leader hastily punching in the all too familiar 6 digits code to your front door. Pushing in, he settled the large box on the floor, eyes grew with eagerness to adore out the lines of your feature. By the sheer amount of emojis you had sent him, you were just as anxious to see him if not more. He was surprised, a bit disappointed even that you didn’t jump into his arms as you always did. 

“Y/n, baby? Where are you?” He called out gently, although his feet already knew where they needed to go. He made his way toward the only room with light shone under the crack of the closed door. The knob turned slowly to reveal you sitting on your bed, knees flushed tight against your chest, head buried. His smile faltered, sadden sigh dropped as he realized the shiver in your retreated form wasn’t from the weather. What could’ve happened in the hour he was stuck in traffic. You were so happy, so you just awhile ago. 

Sinking his weight onto your small but packed full of plushies bed, he wrapped an arm around your shaky shoulder. Instinctively, your head dug deep into the softness of his sweater, soul lost in his scent.

“I’m sorry... I, I didn’t mean for you to see this.”

“It’s alright, baby. What’s wrong?”

His hands quick to assume their job of caressing your hair and shoulders, spreading comfort and warmth. You’ve had boyfriends, but never before have you experienced the kind of love Donghyuk gives. The way he loves and cares for you, there isn’t a moment you don’t count your luck.

“Hmm... It’s nothing...”

The dismal whisper left your lips in a huff of air so heavy you wonder if Donghyuk had even heard it before it sunk straight to the hell of lies.

“Uh uh, my princess is crying. That’s definitely something in my book. Let me help you. What did I say about hiding your feelings?”

His soft words and gentle voice could coax you into robbing a bank if it really comes down to it. You knew you could never hold out on Donghyuk... It’s not like you really want to anyways so you avert your eyes out of shame before baring it all for him to see. 

“It’s just, I feel like I’m worthless sometimes... Like I’m a big baby that can’t do anything...” You nearly choked on every syllable.

“No, you definitely are not worthless so don’t you dare say things that’s even more preposterous than an otter riding a unicorn. You spent just as much effort as the next person to get where you got to today. I won’t let you talk yourself down like that. Now, did something happened with your members?”

You let yourself reveled in the way his hands cupping your cheeks so gingerly, eyes longingly gazing, hoping for your soul to open up and joined his, then maybe, just maybe you’d see yourself the way he sees you. 

“It’s just, I-I keep messing up on our new dance so they teased me about it.”

“You know your members love joking around. They don’t mean it, baby. The boys and I joke all the time too when we learn new dances. They even told me in the hallway to take you out for some good food earlier cause you worked so hard.”

Currently rubbing gentle circles into your tear stained cheeks, a timid peck found itself on your quivering lips, he was doing his best to sooth away every bit of doubt still bitter on your cracked, chapped lips.

“But that’s the thing. That’s all I do... I just make them worry and carry all the weight. I don’t even do anything.” 

“Listen...” You winced at the way his lungs expeled the deep heavy sigh. “I love you even if you were worthless. However! You are anything but worthless, alright love. You stayed up later than every one else practicing when that article criticizing you came out.” A chaste kiss fluttered its wings on your forehead, "You spent hours meal prepping every night for all the member because the company wanted you all to get fit for the comeback. On top of that, you’re our little mood maker. When have you not made us laugh with your silly little joke. Even the weird noises you make when you’re too happy seeing food. All of that, we all love it, me and your members. The reason we baby you is because that’s it, you’re our wee baby. You had to grow up way too fast, struggling with school, with this job. I know you don’t say it but at night you’d go check on everyone, making sure they sleep well, putting blanket on them... When you’re with me, never once did you complain when I canceled dates or when I had to stay at the studio later than I thought. You’re sweet, compassionate, loving, caring, what more do you want, baby? On top of it all, you’re this little cutie who sings her heart out and somehow mesmerizes me every single time. I’ve known you for what? a good 5 years now, 2 years since I got to call you mine. I look forward to hear you sing and dance every time. You, missy, are not worthless.” His worries transformed itself into a beautiful speech from the heart. He was so fervent with emotion that he failed to realize your tears were streaming once more, this time in the highest of happiness. Pulling away from the crook of his neck, kisses in exchanged for everything he had done.

“Yah, why are you still crying... What are you thanking me for...”

“I’m just happy, I can’t control it. I love you, Donghyuk. I can’t say enough how lucky I am to have someone like you supporting me.” 

With a gentle tug on your shoulder, he pulled you against his firm chest hearty with a giggle, elated that once again he managed to lighten your weary heart.

Hanbin:

Hanbin was whipped the second his eyes met yours, a bit breathless and smile brighter than the stage lights shining so prettily on your cherry red lips. It was quite literally just mere minutes ago that his eyes were glued to the small screen inside their waiting room, mesmerized by the performance of your group. The boys had been delighted, monitoring each and every performance of the night carefully for this had been the first time back on stage in a very long time. Songs after songs, upbeat tune to sorrowful ballad, Hanbin kept his eyes trained on the screen, listening and noting carefully the talent of fellows writers. Yet the moment the first note of that jazzy tune, your jazzy tune hit his ears, Hanbin found himself lost, when your leader belted out the powerful lyrics accompany by the soulful harmony of the other members, his mind was delighted. His feet tapping, shoulders unknowingly to him began to sway to the catchy beats. Then the world melted, it was as if he was the only person left in this entire world and in possession of the front row seat to your show. He was mesmerized, mind gone blank from the playful rap to your intricate footwork. The producer in the back of his mind thought of the many things he’d say to you, the advice he’d give for your improvement... You’ve piqued his interest. 

One could only imagine the shock his brain and heart had received when those soft knocks and polite greeting emanating through the waiting room’s door turned out to be yours. It was only by the 3rd call for his name by Chanwoo and the 10 millionth rough poke into the tenderness of his side that Hanbin had awaken. Stammering and going a bit red in the cheeks no doubt, he cussed mentally at what a total idiot he had been in the face of his interest. However, all that was lost the moment he gazed upon your features to find an adorable smile, shy and sweet but it was definitely directing his way. Your hair a bit wind blown and makeup worn but you still looked so perfect. Bobby had taken over, exchanging greeting in place of iKON still moonstruck leader, eyes dashing about, lingering on you just a tad bit longer than everyone else. But as seconds ticked by, your short courtesy greeting had ended and even though your goodbye just as sprightly and cheerful as ever, regrets engulfed the leader who had spent the time in silent, not abled to muster up enough courage to say a word to you despite the storm in his mind. 

The next few times you’ve met were only in passing, nevertheless, it shook his heart all the same even if quick bows and lingering smiles were all that were exchanged between the both of you. Hanbin paid even closer attention to your stage and somewhere deep inside his heart, he hoped you do the same with iKON’s stage. He had wrecked his brain to find a reason why he’d need to speak to you but none availed and on the last week of your promotional period, he had given up. 

“Hey, maknae, are you day dreaming of Hanbin again??”

His feet halted to a smoking, screeching stop at the sound of his name. He wasn’t a nosy person, not at all, but what else could he do but hide and pray that whoever had just spoken his name wouldn’t find out he was mere feet away, lurking around the corner. 

You damn near spat your water, snorting it out of your nose, and choking on it simultaneously at the sound of your leader’s calling. Like a deer caught in headlight, you could barely get a word out before the older members were snickering amongst themselves, faint whisper of his name could be heard. 

“N-No... What are you talking about?” 

“Kid, you don’t have to hide it. We all know about your little crush on a certain leader.” Their teasing continue no matter how much you protest, your words falling on deaf ears. 

He wanted to so badly, just peek his head out to see the owner of that sweet shy voice but every ounce of his brain was screaming that wasn’t a smart idea. Even if his brain had told him yes, his body betrayed him, ignoring his every command for it to move because the voices only grew louder. 

“Stop it. I don’t- I don’t even. He doesn’t even know I exist anyways.”

“Oh please, have you seen how he looked at you. And anyways, if you don’t like Hanbin, why does it matter if he know you exist or not?” 

This is wrong, so so wrong on so so many levels but Hanbin couldn’t, can’t move now. He wanted so dearly to put a face to the angel voice yet there was no way in hell this encounter would turn out well. 

“I didn’t say I don’t like him-” Your voice stolen right out of your exhausted lungs, the water bottle cradling so snugly in your hand like a meteor crashing onto the floor splashing its content with reckless abandoned. Your eyes widen in shock but they were no match to the blown out pair staring right back at you. For the next moment there was nothing but silent, your members silenced themselves out of shock and guilt, you’ve gone mute, never before had you experienced this kind of embarrassment. So you ran, ran as fast as your spent legs could carry you, tears running down your cheeks. You didn’t realized where your body had decided to transport you but the next moment your eyes were met with the concern stricken ones of your manager. The worst part was over, or so you had thought as your body crashed right into the softness of the black leather couch. 

“Please don’t cry...” Had it not for the soft caressing of his hand on yours, you’d have thought it that gentle voice soothing away the tension of your heart was a mere hallucination.

You couldn’t bear looking at him, so you stared at the large hand covering yours, thumb softly smoothing over the dips and curves of your own. He sat there with you in silent, not a word was said yet strangely enough, you were content. When the last sniffle, leftover of your mortifying experience had disappeared into the air, Hanbin once more cooed softly. 

“If it makes you feel any better, the boys had been teasing me relentlessly too...” The sudden uttering of a surprise “what?!” and the light speed whipping of your attention toward his stammering self caught Hanbin off guard, an adorable sheepish smile bloomed on his lips. “They’re a lot meaner than your members.”

“I-I don’t understand.”

“They, uhm, this is so embarrassing...” He paused and for a second, it was the first time you’ve both laid eyes on each other again. No thought racing through your brain, no hidden words, just two people enjoying the moment. 

“More embarrassing than what I just did?” You were first to break away, no longer able to cope with the overwhelming feeling rising fast in your chest. 

“I-, you’ve won there.” He sighed gently, “They caught me watching your fancam... And I haven’t been able to have a moment of peace since.”

“Oh no... I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, all worth it.” Embolden by the little grin playing on your soft lips, your heavenly soft lips that he bet would taste like heaven, Hanbin forced himself to look away before he could do something stupid. “What’s your story?”

“I, I guess I talked about you way too much. I didn’t think I was, but I guess I did. I don’t know, it’s just you’re so amazing and like, have you heard your song? Of course you did, you wrote them. I’ve always wanted to work with you and I looked to your lyrics a lot for inspiration.  Anyways, they say I gushed about you too much but I just thought someone that talented should be worship the way he deserve. And like, you’ve always just been a celebrity to me, you know, just someone I see on TV but then I met you. You’re totally way cuter in person and-” You bit your lips shut, the curse of the nervous ramble had once again struck you, always at the worst time possible. All your deepest thoughts had ushered out in one big giant ball of embarrassment, and to top it all off, right in front of Hanbin. 

“And? come one, I wanna hear the rest of it.” His hand nudged yours, a teasing smirk bright on his lips as you ducked your head in shame. 

“Don’t tease me...” You sighed, wanting nothing more but to disappear into the depth of the Earth, feet already priming themselves to run away one more time. Hanbin refused to let you disappear from his grasp again so he did the only thing his blissful brain could think of, he pulled you into a tight embrace. 

“You’re too cute, you know that? How bout we start with exchanging phone numbers... You know, for work purposes?” He winked and you were winded. “Let’s talk to our managers and just figure things out from there?” 

“I’d like that.” You nuzzled back into the crook of his neck and Hanbin felt as if he had just crash-landed right into heaven. For the next few minutes, the comforting silent of hearts at the beginning of something new, shyly embarking on a journey that hopefully in the end, they’ll be beating as one. His arms never left your body and although not brave enough to press a kiss onto your cheek, his thumb would occasionally stroked the rosy skin. 

“If you do not want to be running through choreography for all our songs tonight instead of a bbq dinner and a goodnight rest, I’d suggest you take your ears off of the door in the next few seconds.” He suddenly spoke up and a scramble of footfall and chaotic loud whispers could be heart through the door. You both shared your last moment giggling, lamenting about the chaos filled future of 6 boys and 4 girls always be earshot away, pretending as though they didn’t spend the last hour eavesdropping. 

[ask-svt-hearteu]

upset friend! Seventeen

requested by anon: “Hi!! can i request a scenario where you’re svt’s best friend, like they treat you as a younger sister and they’re super protective of you. how would they react when you went over to their dorm crying or upset. its a little similar to how they react to their gf being scared you previously did, but as a younger sis pov or smtg? tysm!”

a/n: i hope this isn’t late, i did it it bullet points because you requested scenario, i hope that’s okay

Seungcheol

you wrap yourself in your in your sweater tighter

the door swings open with Seungcheol looking at you worriedly 

he pulls you in and gives you quicky, tight hug

“what happened?? are you okay??”

you emotionally explain to him how you got into a fight with your boyfriend and well, now ex boyfriend

“what the hell, do you want me to beat the kid up?” 

you can tell by his facial expression how pissed he is

you reassure him you're fine

“you're not fine, you're crying” 

you reach up and touch your undereyes, realizing it was damp

wiping your tears away, he smiles softly

“come on, i’ll make mingyu make you ramen” 

laughing for the first time that night, you nod,

“that would be nice”

Jeonghan

“Jeonghan, are you at your dorm?” 

“hey are you okay? why do you sound like that??” 

“my friend kicked me out of her car, i’m like five minutes from your dorm, can i come over?” 

“well that’s not a really good friend, yeah of course” 

you thank him and he makes you stay on the phone with him until you get to the dorm

when you get there, he’s already standing there, and leads you in

“do you want to talk about it?” 

he asks you gently, letting you know you didn’t have to if you didn’t want to

by the time you get to the couch, you're in the middle of explaining how your friend got pissed off over how you wouldn’t “help” her do her paper and everything just escalated 

the entire time he’s listening to you and handing you tissues when you're feeling really emotional

“i’m here for you okay” 

you nod and end up cuddling into his side with his arm around you

the mood is lighter now and you can hear seventeen in the back

“you know i got a whole soccer team that can help us prank the girl or something” 

“the heck jeonghan, we aren’t tryna kill the girl”

Joshua

as the door gets slammed in your face, you try not explode in tears

but your body won’t agree and the tears just fall

after a couple minutes, you hear your phone ding

it’s from Joshua, who lives next door

“are you okay?? your door closed really loud”

you send a quick text about how you're fine and sorry if you disrupted anything

instead of another ding you get a call

you pick you and say hello, trying to slience your tears but it doesn’t work

“oh my gosh, are you okay?”

“n-no” 

so you tell him that you came back to your place to find your bf cheating on you, on your couch, at your place

“do you want to come over? maybe you should get out of there” 

you agree and he meets you at your door and walks you over

after settling you on the couch, and lets you make small talk to Seungkwan who’s trying to make you laugh

when Joshua comes back with a cup of tea, Seungkwan gets shooed away by another member

“i know you’ll get through this, i’ll be there however to help along the way” 

smiling softly, you take a sip of tea, calmer now

“i know”

Junhui

you hate the way you cry

you're definitely not one of those criers who cry angelically

nah you're a scrunched, red faced mess

like now, when you're furiously pacing, waiting for jun to open the door

“Y/N! oh my god, come here!”

he pulls you inside and engulfs you in a hug

“i dont like it when you cry” he says, 

his expression is sad while gently wiping your tears

you smile sadly and joke, “is it because i look ugly?”

“well…”

“yah!” 

you smack his arm lightly, knowing he’s just teasing

“you’re pretty when you're happy, and being happy is good”

“so i should try my best to be happy always?” you finish for him

he grins, “yup, that’s right”

you start giggling, any trace of crying  gone

except for the makeup, which he points out

“come on, we have makeup remover somewhere”

he wraps an arm around your shoulder in a brotherly way

looking down at you, he smiles

“you don’t have to talk about it now, okay? let’s just do something fun”

Soonyoung

‘SOONYOUNG SOONYOUNG SOONYOUNG :’((((’

you're freaking out, on the verge of crying as you blow up his phone

‘WHAT WHAT WHATS WRONG!?!?!’

you tell him everything that’s going on 

‘actually I'm at your dorm right now, can you please open?’

‘OF COURSE’

seconds later you see soonyoung swings open the door, kinda looking like he just sprinted

he immediately bear hugs you

“everything is going to be okay’

you look up at him, tears threatening to fall

with everything that’s been going on, you don’t know

“how do you know?” you ask, your lip quivering

he pulls away slightly and holds you by your shoulders

looking into your eyes, he says

“because i know you're a strong person, something like this can’t bring you down”

Wonwoo

you start blowing up his phone

“WONWOO!!! how could you!! get out here :’‘((”

“you're outside??? what did i do?” 

“JUST GET OUT HERE :((”

you coming over was pretty common because you lived 2 minutes away

he comes out looking very worried and asks you what’s wrong

with tears in your eyes, you hand him back his book

“how could you do this to me?”

right away, his facial expression changes and he bursts out laughing

“wonwooooooo i’ve been crying for the past hour!!” shaking his head amused, he swings an arm around our shoulder

“how could you not tell me what happens” 

he looks amused, “what the heck? you hate spoilers!”

agreeing you nod, making him shake his head

“okay come on in, then we’ll watch something funny” 

looking up at him, you smile hopefully

“and order pizza?”

ruffling your hair, he laughs and replies

“sure sure”

Jihoon

taking a deep breathe you try to calm yourself

grabbing your phone, you dial his number

hearing his voice, even if it was just a ‘hello’ calmed you slightly

“are you busy right now?”

“no, we’re all just eating chicken what’s wrong, why’s your voice shaky”

after explaining quietly, and hearing him comforting you and some background noise on his side, 

you tell him you're outside

“okay that’s fine i promise, i’ll come out” 

meeting eye to eye he smiles softly 

“don’t let this stress you out too much okay”

”i don’t know, i really don’t know if i can forgive my mom this time”

he grabs your arms and holds them tightly

“look at me”

you look up at him, distress clearly all over your face

“what she did this time, that’s not okay, but is it worth ruining everything?” 

“no” you say, lowering your head

he pulls you in a hug, resting his head on your shoulder

after you pull away, you smile

“you're a really good friend jihoonie” 

“i know, now come in and eat chicken before the guys eat it all” 

Seokmin

“SEOKKK” you wail into your phone

“Y/NNN WHAT’S WRONGGG?”

after you finish explaining, you subconsciously sniffle 

"omo are you crying??? y/n where are you!!" 

“aniya, i just have allergies okay, i'll be at your dorm in a sec" 

he knows just as well as you, you don't have allergies 

"okay, i'll be waiting outside" 

soon enough, you reach him and he pulls you into a tight hug right away

flashing a small smile, he says, "we should go in!! its raining" 

he looks down at you, and his eyes twinkle and you know immediately what he's thinking 

"rain~~~~" you both sing,

him successfully making you laugh, he suddenly says "look!! your eyes are so red!!" 

you give him a blank stare, "i know ive been... sneezing" 

“noooo!!! it's because you've been blinded by the seokshine!!" 

amused, you say, "where?? its been raining" 

“but no matter how much it rains, the sun will always rise the next day" 

the both of you become silent, you stare into his eyes, and realize the meaning, his way of comforting 

wrapping your arms around him, you hear him make a surprised sound, before wrapping his arms around you too 

"you're not bad at giving advice seok" 

Mingyu

knocking in the door timidly, you back away and wait two seconds later

you hear someone clumsily open the door 

"mingyu." you say 

and all his eyes need is one look at yours to know something happened 

"i just need someone to talk to, even if it's for one minute, i don't want to intrude on anything" you say 

the moments in your sentence where your breathe catches, let's him know you've been crying 

"don't worry, some members are gone and some are just being lazy and waiting for me to make them ramen" 

"you sure?" 

when you come in, you force him to let you help him cook so you two are unwrapping the ramen packages 

"i know i'm not the best person to talk about things to, but i'm here for you" 

looking over at him, you nod with a small smile on your face 

"i just need to be in someone's presence right now" 

he nods understandingly and grins 

"and scarf down some ramen?" 

“um of courseee" 

 Minghao 

you can't breathe 

completely clueless in this situation, looking around you get some idea of where you are 

"m-minghao?" you say after dialing his number 

"huh? y/n? shouldn't you be sleeping?" 

"minghao i just, i'm really close to your dorm, do you think you could come outside and talk to me?" 

he answers with an ‘of course’ 

so when you reach there, you see him standing outside, a mug in hand

"drink this it's cold out" he hands it too you, which you accept gratefully 

then he takes a step forward to get a closer look at you 

"why are you dressed in clubbing clothes?? why is your neck kind of red?"

he quickly takes his jacket off and hands it to you 

putting it on, you duck your head and whimper 

"even if someone's drunk, that's not a good enough excuse right?" 

you feel his stare on you for what feels like forever 

then his hands cup your face and you can tell he's practically glaring at your neck 

"its no excuse. remember that no matter what. because you don't deserve this" 

you nod, and take a deep breathe 

“thank you a lot, for making me feel better" 

"you don't need to thank me, and stay away from this guy okay" 

you agree telling him you'll break up tomorrow 

as you get ready to leave, he grabs your arm and shakes his head 

"come inside and wait for a taxi at least, i'm not about to let my friend walk herself home" 

nodding slowly, you come in and greet the other members 

you and him both sit on the couch and he passes you a controller 

"play?" 

“yup,” you smile

Seungkwan

‘i’m crying.’ you type, and hit send

“what happened!?” he replies anxiously, with like a thousand question marks and exclamation points

‘i’m outside, come?” 

he reads it and doesn’t reply

but seconds later he’ll come outs the door with a nervous expression

“i was really debating whether to not to bother you but i need someone to talk too” 

“what do you even mean? you can tell me anything!” 

you spill all of it, everything that’s been going on

“aigoo” without anymore words, he pulls you into a hug

and unexpectedly, you start crying

patting your back he says, “let it all out okay”

sniffling, you joke, “i’m crying because you smell really bad” 

“yah! you liar” 

“i know i know” you laugh, even though your tears continue to fall

“come in, we can order something and eat our hearts out” 

meeting each others eyes, you give him a tiny smile,

“don’t hold back, we are gonna eat a lot” 

“definitely we’ll eat all the bad foods in the world. vegetables what?” 

“what are vegetables?” 

not even realizing your tears have stopped now, you both plan out all the food you're gonna order

Vernon

you try to silence your crying before picking up the phone

“vernon? i’m here” 

“ahh okay i’ll come open the door!” he says happily

he doesn’t realize anything yet

opening the door he says, “hey come i-”

his sentence stops short when he looks at your expression

“are you okay?” 

you respond by silently shaking your head

the two of you don't say anything

he just walks towards you and wraps his arms tightly around you

after many moments, with his arms still around you, you say

“standing out here is weird right?”

he nods, “let’s go in”

when the two of you walk in, you greet the members, but all of them notice something’s wrong

so they leave the two of you alone

“do you want to talk about it?” 

shaking your head you reply, “no i dont think i’m ready yet, can we just do something else?”

“yeah, you want to look at these lyrics” 

nodding your head, you smile at him

“thank you” 

smiling softly, he shakes his head

“it’s no problem”

Chan

you are really unsure of what to do

crying isn’t an option anymore, your eyes are tired of it

but if tears can go away, why can’t this feeling

‘i’m here’ you text chan

you already said your coming, but you didn’t tell him anything

“i’ll come open for you” he answers 

you wait, rocking your feet back and forth nervously

when he open the door, he says his regular greeting

but then stops short when he sees your face

“have you been crying?”

you open you mouth, ready to deny on reflex, but nod anyway

“i...we broke up” you say

and it feels weird, saying it for the time

he opens and closes his mouth in shook

“but... what, how?” 

you shake your head and spill everything

when you're done, he opens his mouth to say something but decides against it

instead he pulls you in for a hug

pulling back after, he simply looks at you and flashes a comforting smile

“you’ll get through this, we’re young okay?”

you nod, trusting him

“okay”

MASTERLIST

[guaek]

wheebyul

AAHHAFHSDHFADJFA YESSS thanks molly (and anon, too, who asked for wheebyul as well) YALL READY FOR THIS BC MAN O MAN I’M A BIT RUSTY BUT IM READY

who said “i love you first”ok lets talk 2 diff scenarios: when sober, moonbyul bc she’s such a cheesefest like everything that comes out of her mouth is so CHEESY AND CRINGE but wheein loves it so much god she rly REALLY loves it esp when its to her she fucking bathes in byul’s romantic cheese. and when drunk, wheein - which, ok, is some kind of AU here idek like wheebyul trying to outdrink each other and damn both of them are drunk outta their minds and whoopsie did wheein say that? did byul hear it? and is hwasa recording this? is solar asking for the check now? or asking for more fritters god knows

who would have the other’s picture as their phone backgroundBITCH THIS SHIT IS SO CUTE OFC BOTH OF THEM WILL like byul’s will be of wheein and ggomo and wheein’s will be of byul and daebak bUT OH MY GOD IMAGINE THEY HOLD EACH OTHER’S PETS LIKE BYULS BG IS WHEEIN W/DAEBAK AND WhEEIN’S BG IS BYUL W/GGOMO OH GOD AS I LIVE AND BREATHEEEEEE but u kno they can also have polaroids on the backs of their phones too or photobooth pics and all those stupid ass fluffy coupley bullshitt GOD I AM FINE

who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirroroh for sure byul but u kno wheein would go the extra mile like she’d write sth AND draw sth cute as shit for byul U KNO This TO BE TRUE AGREE WIH ME OR FIGHT ME IN THE PIT

who buys the other cheesy giftsso it SEEMS to me that byul always buys panties (lingerie) for her girls so im gonna say wheein buys cheesy gifts actually scratch that they’d buy each other cheesy gifts and try to outdo each other like who is cheesier than the other they make it into some goddamn competition dumb babus

who initiated the first kissok at first i thought byul but thats such a fucking fake idea like if u are a tru wheebyul shipper u would say wheein bc HELLO HAVE U NOT SEEN WHEEIN ALWAyS GOING TO BYULS BUBBLE ALL THE TIME AND SHIT SHE KNOWS BYUL’S WEAKNESS WHEEIN IS SUCH A TOP SHE WEARS THE PANTS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP BYUL IS A WHIPPED MOFO ok this was about first kiss and what im SAYING HERE is that wheein would initiate bc she just dgafs and tbh she wants on that moon byulyi ride

who kisses the other awake in the morningbyul is such an up-and-at’em kid so it’s byul bc she’d wake up first, just look at wheein, breathe her in, caress her hair out of her face, maybe take a pic and keep it as leverage (bc wheein sleeps with her mouth open when she’s hella tired) and then byul would start to leave tiny kisses on wheein’s forehead, nose, cheeks, chin and finally on the lips HELLOOOOOOOOOOO I AM GONE WITH tHE WIND WITH THsI FLUFF??????? I DONT WANT TO BE HeRE ANYMORE??????????

who starts tickle fightsbyul is SUCH a sneaky little shit so she’d start this shit but wheein’s an even sneakier little shit ESPECIALLY to byul so yea byul can start but wheein ends it on her terms (i mean byul should kno not to mess with her gf but she does anyways bc what the hell wheein loves it too)

who asks if they can join the other in the showerok i just thought like byul is conservative~ and all that so i think she might ask but honestly?? yall been dating for so long and T B H yall have forsure been fuckin in the shower those new pianoman endings got me thinking otherwise i mean………….BUT ANYWAYS byul would ask. but wheein? she’d jump right in (saves water, wheein says) (byul thinks the opposite but yall aren’t gonna hear her complain)

who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunchbyul bc wheein is so busy making money doing collabs here and there and like even if this was for some au, byul would still be the one doing it bc even if it seems like byul is a perfectionist (though all of them are), i think byul knows best on how to take care of others when they’re too focused on their tasks. esp wheein, such a free bird soul byul is wheein’s nest tbh WOW WHICH IS SYNONYMOUS TO BYUL IS WhEEIN’S HOME?? HOW DID WE GO FROM LUNCH SURPRISE TO EACH OTHER’S HOME???

who was nervous and shy on the first dateok tbh this is hard i think byul bc yea maybe she’ll be smooth af and be the most gentlewoman to ever gentlewoman but deep down but not so deep down she’s still a complete nerd but its ok bc wheein’s prob just as nervous too bc she’s a complete dork who’s so extra all the time WOW DORK AND NERD They COMPLETE EACH OTHER I AM A-OKAY FOLKS ARE U???????

who kills/takes out the spidersbyul forsure. maybe one day (or more often than not) she pranks wheein with fake insects but wheein can read through byul’s pranks now so they team up to prank solar

who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunkTO CONTINUE FROM THe FIRST QUESTION lets say byul hears wheein say it first….and wheein catches herself like oh shit now what and byul sees and it feels like an out of body experience bc, for one, she can’t recall how many bottles of soju and/or sake they’ve been drinking and two, is hwasa rly recording this shit? so byul downs her shot, slams the glass down and puts her hands on wheein’s cheeks and says “you are so cute you’re too cute for me you’re too good for me” and kisses her and at this point we’re all hwasa and solar being all “the fuck??????” and byul drunkenly yells to hwasa’s phone thats recording all this, “I LOVE YOU TOO JUNG WHEERUN I RLY DO SINCE WE FIRST MET” bc YALL KNOW byul was a gone motherfucker for wheein since the beginning BC THEY ARE MFEO. and damn is wheein blushing from embarrassment or relief or asian glow?? is hwasa praising byul and pouring more shots for them?? and yea this time solar is asking for the check and the girls prove to her yet again why she doesn’t drink 

OKAY THat IS ENOUGH FROM ME ARE WE HAPPY WIth THIS BC I AM LKE IM IN HELL I FUCKING THROTTLED MYSELF HEAD FIRST TO HELL JOIN ME

[saturnsovereign]

random question: what's your favorite flower? also you and your girlfriend are so cute!! was there a point where you realized you were in love with her/had a crush on her? i ship you guys so hard btw 😝

Aww thanks anon 😊💜My favorite flower is a 3 way tie between Morning Glories, Carnations, and Roses.

Also, sit down anon and my followers, you’re gonna get the full origin story of me and my gf. It’s also gonna sound like a cheesy love story that I made up, but trust me everything is 100% true.

So last year, at the end of school, when me and my gf weren’t dating, we were both elected as captains of our color guard. We were both pretty psyched and nervous cuz we had a whole champs thing to uphold. Stuff happened in the summer and it was.. an experience to say the least. I was kind of at a place which didn’t allow cell phones but my family visited almost every day. My sister, god bless her, took notes down from my friends and wrote them on a napkin just so I could hear them. Anyway, my gf-who still wasn’t my gf at the time-we’ll call her Unfortunate-got into contact with my first best friend, who got into contact with my sister who gave the message to me. Unfortunate sent her these horrible puns and forced my best friend and my sister to read them before they got to me 😆. But man that was a good laugh.

With the school year coming up, and me being temporarily out of commission, I called her up right after I left that place-she was the second person I called I believe- right next to my other best friend. Anyway, she was one of the few people I decided to trust, and after that phone call I knew that I was right in trusting her.

My first public appearance was in band camp. The first thing Unfortunate at the time did when she first saw me was immediately hug me. It had been a while since I hugged someone not from my family. It felt so nice.

School started up for me and we had made this one joke that we would be the gayest captains of our color guard, and that we would be so gay that the freshmen would think we were dating. …ironic right. We even started calling each other OTP which stood for One True Pun bc of our initial love for puns. Anyway, freshmen orientation was coming up and Unfortunate and i had called after school guard practice so that she could teach the other guardies performing the choreography. Anyway, we were calling each other OTP and punning left and right and I had this brilliant idea how to up our gayness levels and lowkey fuck with my friend. I suggested flag kisses where we would hold up the silks of our flags to our faces and “kiss” each other with them. (You’re probably thinking… how gay could this get- but trust me, its gets even more gay)

Anyway, during one of the after school practices my friend- we’ll call her SS (for Small Shit) - was sending me texts to get back together with my Ex-bf. My other friend - Swimmer boy (SB)- had gotten the idea to fuck with her through my phone so I let him. He pretended to be me and somewhere along the line we got the idea that I would fake-date SB just to mess with SS. Anyway, Unfortunate was there too and SS wasn’t believing us. So, we decided to up the ante and have me pretend to be poly and date both SB and Unfortunate. SS was not taking that well and Unfortunate and I, being fucking gay and we tried to make it as realistic as possible by sending her planned flirty texts we had /sent/ to each other. So, this is the beginning of when the puns started to turn into really flirty pick-up lines. Both of the squishy and sinful category.

At first it was just some stuff I researched to say to Unfortunate while SS was close by, and then it got both sinful and squishy. SS still wouldn’t believe us, so we made it a point to be extra squishy in her presence. I remember one time, we were both looking to see if she was looking just to wait for us to hold hands. We also started calling each other by the pet names like Babe or Beautiful, etc. when she was around. Now keep in mind I’m still supposed to be fake-dating Swimmer Boy but calling him babe just left a bad taste in my mouth. During our free period, we made it a point to cuddle at Unfortunate���s designated spot just to fuck with SS. We even got the rest of our guard team on it and agreed that cheek kisses and small pecks were ok- like how gay could you get. We finally got around to convincing SS that we were actually dating but like at that point we were just too far to be simply “fully committed” as part of the prank.

Meanwhile, my ex-bf heard about the prank and hated it, even if we was my ex and it was /just/ a prank. I will admit that in my left-over feelings from him and feeling like I owed him/sorry from our relationship in the past- i made a mistake. I told him after the prank was over that we could start again. (It’s been on and off and believe me when I say I wish I didn’t hurt him as much as I did.) This is where SS came in and told me about how the last time I broke my Ex’s heart that I wasn’t there for him and that I was gonna hurt somebody like I eventually did.

Anyway, it really hit me and Unfortunate could tell that there was something off. She took me to the side, asked what was wrong so I decided to trust her again. I was so afraid of breaking people’s hearts and that I was a hella bad person. And she held me after that. And I, let me tell you that I honestly didn’t like getting hugs but man I felt so safe in her arms. And she cared, she genuinely cared.

She wrote me a note and it was squishiness galore. And looking back on it, I had fallen for her so hard. She made me blush, I didn’t have to hold back my sinful side around her, and she just genuinely made me happy. It came to a point where when my Ex texted me during the time of what we hoped we would slowly come together and when Unfortunate would text me that I looked more forward to opening Unfortunate’s messages than his. That’s definitely when I knew I had fallen for her. Hard. I had a crisis, but anyway I had to respond to her note. So I did. In my other really personal blog I don’t let anyone else see. Except her. Bc goddamnit I trusted her so much.

On that note I confessed how the prank wasn’t a prank anymore. How she made my insides feel like it was full of butterflies and how much I cared and loved her.

Dear lord, I just really love her you guys.

I eventually ended things with my Ex and we told SS the prank was over- no more fake-dating SB. But we did not turn down our flirty/gay behavior which just confused everyone XD. And idk I just had the biggest fucking crush on Unfortunate bc we still weren’t officially dating just yet. Anyway, during one of our free periods, I remember Unfortunate threatening to kiss me if I tickled her again. And since I had the biggest fucking crush, was afraid to start something, and see if she would actually do it, I tickled her. SS came in and saw us being gay and threw a gay towel at us at one point. And idk I got a bit bolder under it and like I tried to kiss her. Kinda failed the first time XD mostly managing to kiss her nose and her cheeks, before the towel fell off. SS left the room and us alone and Unfortunate asked if I wanted to kiss her. And I was like trying to play it cool and like say “kinda” “sure” or some shit and then she asked if being under the towel helped and i said yes so she put the towel over both us.

And then it happened. Our first kiss. (You guys she’s such a good kisser it felt like heaven.)

A few days later, after teasing me about science and stuff and being unlucky on the 12, I got lucky ok the 13th. Like, my nickname is Captain Unlucky, she’s Capt. Unfortunate, and our guard room was in room M13. But on the 13th, with some help of science, she asked me to be her girlfriend. Of course I said yes. :) We’ve been dating ever since. 😊❤️

We’ve gone through so much these last few months, and I just love her so much. She means everything to me, anon. I love her.

[dreamiejournal]

dream #56

by far the most impactful and emotionally lasting dream that i’ve had in a while. i don’t know why i didn’t immediately write down this dream, but i guess it was because as soon as i woke up, i couldn’t shake the feeling of being in love.

i forgot a lot of the dream, but the main part i remember was walking into this building that was supposed to be part of my school’s campus. there was a large spiral staircase right in the middle of the lobby, with clear railings and glassy steps. everything was really sleek and shiny, including the floors (which were like a slight greenish tint, like how that certain kind of thick glass looks like). on the left, there were two lounge couches and a little coffee table in the middle, and nikita was sitting in one of them. i went over to her and did *something* that i don’t remember. but i think i asked her where my girlfriend was. i didn’t refer to her by name in the dream, but nikita knew who i was referring to and told me that she was on her way over to meet me.

i think that prior to this, i had gone to lowe’s or something to pick up some supplies to play a prank on my gf? it was so odd. i don’t have a gf irl and the person in this dream wasn’t someone i really recognized. when she walked in, i told her that i had a little game i wanted to play with her. it was like that game where you put out your two hands and then you slap the back of the other person’s hand?? except for some reason i was using… some kind of metal spatula.. like wtf

anyway before i played, i kept kissing my girlfriend’s hand because i felt really affectionate and i kept telling her how much i loved her. even though that’s pretty out of character for me. when i slapped her hands lightly, her eyes would well up with little tears reflexively even though she was laughing, and i would feel so bad that i’d just hold her hands and kiss her.

we ended up going to this little corner of the room behind the stairwell and making out against a wall really hotly. it was extremely passionate. i actually felt so in love and i was just kissing this girl and kept telling her how much i was in love with her and didn’t want anybody else. and how happy she made me, etc. like things you’d do in a typical, intimate, romantic relationship. but then again i don’t really know what that’s like so.. 

after that, the two of us ended up leaving the building and taking a taxi back to one of our houses. we ended up just kissing again in the backseat with her on top of me and both of our seatbelts off.. wow so unsafe lmaoo. it feels weird writing it down now because it seems like your average semi-sexual, romantic dream but i have never felt such strong romantic feelings in my life. i’ve never been in love such that i feel both romantic and sexual passion but.. i imagine that is what it would feel like.

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Tapes

The Mystery Shack was quiet, a rare treat for the hectic household. Waddles was enjoying the silence, glad to be back in his old home. He enjoyed the scratches behind the ear from Mr. Pines and the belly-rubs from Mrs. Pines and the couch in the living room back in Piedmont, but the pig felt comforted by the sounds and smells of the cabin in the woods of Gravity Falls. It was like being hugged by an old friend or a family member unseen for too long. While he slept in the old armchair, the only human in the house sat on the floor, watching the pig sleep.

Ford shook his head and chuckled under his breath, craning his neck to look at Mabel's pet. It was cloudy outside, like it might rain soon, but for now the weather was dry. Ford turned to face front again, facing the TV, as he sat on the carpet with a big box out in front of him. At the end of last summer, when trying to help Stan regain his lost memories, Ford had dug out some old home-movies of the twins going on adventures, building the Stan O' War, and battling ghost pirates. When it was time to depart for the sea, in the chaos of it all, the film reels Ford had kept hidden away over the years had been haphazardly shoved into a box that was then tucked by the TV. Reorganizing the movies seemed like a nice task to take part in with everyone else in the Shack gone.

Carefully as to not ruin the tapes, Ford laid out each reel on the carpet and started to read the labels. Some were neatly written in his mother's handwriting, while others were quickly jotted down in Stan's chicken scratches or in Ford's little cursive writing. Quests to find the Jersey Devil, adventures to discover Atlantis, and progress of their beloved boat all laid out on either side of the old scientist, and Ford held his cleft chin with a six-fingered hand when his eyes averted back to the cardboard box and discovered VCR tapes.

Ford began to read the labels. Well, all the labels there were, anyways. Some of the tapes were blank and intrigued Ford the most, and so to discover what they were and how to best organize the home-videos, he randomly selected a tape and slipped it in the VCR player. He turned on the screen and pressed play on the player. After a quick second of nothing but static, Ford smiled at seeing his grandnephew sitting at the desk in the attic-bedroom that separated the younger twins' beds.

"Welcome to Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained." The boy said, taking advantage of the night as he sat in his orange t-shirt and grey shorts. "Today, Gravity Falls' Anomaly #13: The Modius Chicken Strip."

Ford made himself comfortable, his knees up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs, as he watched the twelve-year-old give a small investigation about said chicken strip. It seemed like the kind of thing Ford would've done at Dipper's age. His mind began to wander when the Dipper on screen said,

"Well, that concludes Gravity Falls' Anomaly #13: The Modius Chicken Strip." He pulled the strip out of the basket and munched on it happily. "It's infinitely delicious."

Suddenly, catching Ford's attention, some small creature sped by the camera, knocking it over and sending playing cards all over the floor.

"Whoa! Hey! What the…? Ah!" Ford watched as Dipper aimed the camera at his sleeping twin sister. "Mabel, did you see that? Wake up!"

"Never. Let me sleep forever." Mabel moaned as she turned her back on her brother, making Ford chuckle. Yup, she was definitely related to Stan.

"Some creature just jumped out of nowhere!" Dipper explained. "It's eating out leftover Summerween candy!"

That got Mabel's attention. "What?!"

"Look!"

Ford peered at the screen as Dipper turned the camera to where a small monster was nestled inside an old tire and eating the children's Summerween candy. The scientist's eyes widened with wonder and disgust as he saw a…

"Ew, it's like a… naked little man." Mabel said it best and Ford privately agreed with her, its sharp teeth, beady red eyes and lack of sanity making it apparent that it wasn't human. Ford honestly didn't know what it was. A rabid gnome? A gremlin?

"Okay, this is now Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained, #76… uh, That Thing." Dipper announced to the camera as he showed a title card to the one-man audience.

Ford edged himself closer to the screen as Mabel tried to get the monster to drop the basket of candy, but he only licked it creepily and the static appeared again, but was soon replaced with Dipper wearing some sort of makeshift armor out of stuffed animals and had clubs and a trash can for weapons.

"I'm gonna capture him for science." Dipper said boldly.

"And for candy!" Mabel added from behind the camera. Sweet Lord, how similar were Mabel and Dipper to Stan and Ford?

"Get this on tape in case I die or whatever."

Ford laughed and watched with a smile on his face as Dipper slowly crept up to That Thing and tried to trap it. Using a club to edge the candy closer, he waited until the monster grab the treat and Dipper just barely missed it with his little trap. That Thing climbed up the ceiling, the bucket of candy in his sharp teeth, and Mabel tried to hit it with a stuffed toy that only fell back on her as she yelled, "Die, mutant, die!" The creature ran out of the bedroom and the twins followed, the camera losing focus for a moment as the kids ran down the stairs. That Thing pounced on Dipper when they reached the living room and the video cut to the monster sitting on top of the fridge. Eventually they chased it back into the living room to then have it be distracted to the TV. Ford laughed at the irony, seeing how he was just as drawn to the TV screen now as the monster was to whatever movie he was watching.

The film cut away and made Ford laugh again to find the children sitting and eating candy as they watched the movie with the monster, to whom Soos confused for Stan. That was the end of the tape and it soon poked out of the player. Ford rewind the tape as he looked for a new one to watch. That same pride he had for his nephew when he read the boy's entries in Journal 3, when Dipper saved him from the spaceship, and when Dipper graduated middle school last month returned strongly in Ford's chest. The same could be said for Mabel, too. The logical part of Ford told him to only glance at the tapes so he could know how to organize them best, but his softer side told him to enjoy watching the tapes he didn't know existed until three minutes ago.

The second tape showed Dipper holding the camera as he stood in town. "Alright, ah… welcome back to Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained. Today we investigate Gravity Falls' Anomaly #82: This Guy." Dipper panned the camera to a balding man with a mustache reading a newspaper and sipping coffee in a bowling alley. He looked like he was an employee on his break. "Sure he looks normal, but if he's so normal explain why he's always facing left."

The video cut away to many shots of the man always facing left, and Ford had to admit that his behavior was very abnormal. He held his chin in thought as the man was so inclined to run and walk backward to avoid being seen by his right side.

"Literally, I've been following him around for weeks, and I've never once seen the right side of his face. And neither has anyone else." Dipper explained. "But why? Mabel. Theories?"

The camera panned to Mabel as she pulled out a bunch of drawings of their theories and narrated through them. "Theory One: he's hiding an embarrassing sunburn. Theory Two: half-man, half-lizardman. And Theory Three (my person favorite): he's normal, and Dipper's just crazy!"

"That's not a theory! That doesn't count as a theory!"

Mabel and Ford both laughed and Dipper walked into the bowling alley, giving Mabel control of the camera as he managed to convince the poor guy that it wasn't on. Dipper tried to get the guy to show his right side by passing shoes and giving Dipper his fallen wallet, but in the end it looked like the boy was going to give up, until the man was about to pick out a bowling ball and Dipper shoved him by the shoulder, revealing the right side. Ford gasped as half of a robotic man was missing, revealing little green jelly-like creatures that committed suicide as soon as their cover was blown. The robot was disassembled, caught fire, and set off the sprinklers in the bowling alley.

"Well, that concludes anomaly #82!" Dipper said as he and his sister ran for their lives. "Uh, I think we might wanna burn this tape!"

Ford shook his head, seeing how the boy must have forgotten to, and he rewind it before selecting another tape. The old scientist had seen many things in his inter-dimensional travels and within the magnetism of Gravity Falls, but anomaly number eight-two might be best left alone. Regardless, he had no intention of burning the tape. Ford picked another tape at random and slipped it into the VCR player. He chuckled at seeing Dipper's abnormally-large head being crushed by his sister's fingers.

"Hello, I'm Dipper Pines. The girl trying to crush my head in Mabel."

"I'm helping!"

"Today on Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained - okay that, that's enough - today, we investigate Anomaly #23: Grunkle Stan's Secret Tattoo."

Ford's heart sunk uncomfortably as the camera panned to a board full of Stan's back and shoulder and ideas of what the hidden symbol could be. Clearly, Stan was very careful to not let anyone see it, and today the children were going to try to figure out why and what it was.

"What is he hiding? A college prank? Secret symbol? Or something stranger?" Dipper asked the camera. "Stan claims it doesn't exist, but today we're gonna find out."

Ford was deaf to Mabel trying to show what was under her bandage as he thought about the "tattoo". Stan's scar was a painful reminder of everything Ford had done to him, of all the things Ford did to his brother over the years, like refusing to thank him after saving him from the Nightmare Realm, letting him live on the streets for ten years, and erasing his mind. He had called Stan up to Gravity Falls, he had demanded Stan take the first journal and get as far away as possible, he had refused to let Stan destroy the book, and he had kicked Stan into the hot symbol, burning through his clothes, killing his flesh, and leaving him tagged like an animal.

Ford rewind the tape when he saw Dipper hiding on the roof from an angry uncle and picked up another tape to watch. He had just pulled out the tape with Stan's scar when the door opened and closed and Waddles perked up. Mabel came into view and the pig ran into her arms. She giggled at having her cheek licked and hugged her pet tightly.

"Hi, Waddles. Did you have a nice nap?" Mabel looked up and her smile grew. "Hey, Grunkle Ford! Whatcha doin'?"

"Hello, Mabel." Ford greeted as he carefully stacked the already-watched tapes and picked out a new one to watch. Hopefully the next one wouldn't shove his mistakes back in his face. "I'm organizing these videos."

"Oo!" Mabel said and put Waddles down, who retreated back to the armchair and curled up for a nap.

The brunette pulled put out a blue sweater-in-the-making, some yarn, and a pair of needles from behind the armchair and sat next to Ford on the floor. The old scientist smiled down at his grandniece and started the next video.

"Welcome back to Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained. Anomaly #54: The Mailbox."

Mabel's eyes widened and she gasped, "You found Dipper's tapes! Hey, I remember when we found that mailbox."

"You do?" Ford asked as Dipper explained how the mailbox had no house or address.

Mabel nodded and scooted closer to Grunkle Ford as she knitted a sweater. Ford smiled, sat with his legs crossed, and had Mabel in his lap as they watched Soos slip a letter into the mailbox. Mabel looked up to see Ford's shocked expression when the tail of the mailbox lifted on it's own and a new letter was inside the mailbox. The thirteen-year-old girl laughed and continued to watch Dipper and Soos test the mailbox.

"What did I shave into my head this morning? 'A baby duck holding a paddle ball.' Dude! It knew!"

"What?!"

"Ask it more questions!"

"When is the end of the world? '3012'. Huh, we got awhile."

"Who's my dream-woman? Whoa! Hot tamales! Save that one for the archives…"

"What is the exact time and date of my death?"

"Did aliens built the pyramids?"

"Or… what is the meaning of life?"

"What are marshmallows made out of?"

"Or… who wrote Journal #3?!"

"Who wrote the journal?! WHO WROTE THE JOURNAL?!"

Ford's face suddenly felt hot as his nephew said, "We're finally gonna get the answer to the greatest mystery in Gravity Falls!"

Mabel laughed over the tape of her destroying the mailbox by trying to mail a video of her shoving gummy worms up her nose at remembering her twin's old obsession. "Oh, man! I almost forgot how crazy Dip-Dip was to find you! He spent half of last summer obsessing over who wrote the journal."

Ford smiled gently at remembering the excitement Dipper had when he first met his great-uncle. While Mabel had happily shaken his hand, claiming his extra finger made it more friendlier than normal, Dipper had nearly thrown up over discovering who the Author of the Journals was. Not only that, but the author was a family member - his long-lost Great Uncle Stanford - and would grow closer to him as time went on.

Ford rewinded the tape and looked down at Mabel pleasantly. "I can imagine it was thrilling to have such a big mystery solved."

Mabel nodded. "At first we thought it was Old Man McGucket, but then we found a memory that explain that he was your assistant. We kinda hit a roadblock after that, but I know Dipper never stopped thinking about it, even if he was dealing with Time Baby, an angry Love God, or a level-ten ghost." Mabel picked up a tape and said, "Let's watch this one next!"

Ford let her slip it into the machine since the episode about the mailbox was done resetting, and they watched an episode in which Dipper and Mabel tried to find The Hide Behind. Ford let out a soft "ah" when he recognized the page in Journal 3 that told of a "mysterious creature always just out of sight". First, Dipper did some interviews to confirm from locals if The Hide Behind was real or not.

"The Hide Behind?" Manly Dan asked and Ford smiled fondly at seeing who had once been a teenager and built his home was now a grown man with his own kids, three of which was cutting a tall tree down behind the lumberjack. "Oh, he's real alright, REAL AS MY BEARD!"

"I remember Boyish… I mean, Manly Dan." Ford told the girl in his lap. "He and his father built this house. Well, mostly he built the house. Dav Corduroy wasn't as young as he once was, but Dan was more than up to the task."

"Wendy's dad built the Shack?!" Mabel gasped.

"Yup." Ford chuckled.

"Dad…"

"It's comin' down!"

"DADDY'S DOING A MOVIE!"

Dan yelled without even looking behind him as a tree was falling and threatened to crash his house. "He's doing a movie now…"

Ford and Mabel both laughed as the tree fell on top of their house and then the video cut to an interview with Lazy Susan. A flash of lightning and then the sound of thunder occurred while the pair of Pines watched the home-video of Lazy Susan spinning and Grunkle Stan grunting that the people of Gravity Falls were literally the dumbest people in the world. Literally. And to prove a point, the video cut back to Lazy Susan pointlessly spinning on one spot.

By the time the video about The Hide Behind had ended, it was raining hard outside. The drops of water drummed on the roof and the thunder and lightning were distant enough that they were not afraid of a disaster occurring and could enjoy the sights and sounds of the summer storm. Ford and Mabel both awed at the dark figure that hid behind Dipper as he walked away. Ford's eyes were as wide as saucers and he grinned.

"Incredible! Dipper managed to get the Hide Behind on camera!"

"Wait until Dipping Sauce finds out!" Mabel said gleefully.

While Ford rewinded the tape, Mabel suddenly jumped up and ran off. Soon the sweet smell of popcorn wafted from the kitchen and into the living room, and Mabel soon came back with a big bowl of popcorn.

"What good is watching movies without snacks?" Mabel asked as she held up the bowl to her Grunkle Ford.

He smiled. "I agree, my dear. Thank you." He popped some pieces into his mouth and the teenager resumed her spot on his lap and continued to work on her blue sweater.

Ford inserted the tape just as the door opened and closed once more. Dipper walked in, wet from the trip home, and pulled his blue journal out of his vest to make sure it was dry. He sighed with relief to find that it was, looked at his family in the living room, and said, "Hey guys, what are you watching?"

The teenager's eyes widened when he saw himself appear on the screen.

"Welcome to Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained. Anomaly #42: The Tooth."

"Oh, no!" Dipper panicked, his hands over his signature pinetree hat, the hat he had traded with Wendy when he left last summer and had gotten back when the twins arrived back in Gravity Falls. "No, no no!"

"C'mon, Dipper!" Mabel whined as the camera panned to giant tooth, scaled by Mabel.

The video then cut to Dipper playing the tuba. The boy groaned and held his face, covering his eyes, as Ford marveled at his grandnephew playing an instrument by the lake.

"You play the tuba?" Grunkle Ford observed and turned to find Dipper clearly uncomfortable. A bit confused as to what the boy was embarrassed about, Ford said, "Don't worry, Dipper. I can play the piano."

"You can?" Mabel awed as she watched the screen and saw her twin brother examine the giant tooth.

"Your great-grandmother taught me before Pa made Stanley and I take boxing lessons." Ford explained and cringed. He made himself promise to never refer to Ma as a great-grandmother again; it made him feel too old.

The video cut to Tate McGucket in his tackle-shop as Dipper and Mabel interviewed him. Dipper sat in the armchair with Waddles and petted the pig to give him something to do other than watch in humiliation.

Ford stared and pointed to the TV. "Wait, is that Fiddleford's son? Tater?"

Mabel nodded. Sweet Lord, the four-year-old boy was all grown up. A man now. Yes, Ford was well aware he had been gone for thirty years, but to see Dan and Tate had changed so much really showed how much time has passed. Then again, they weren't the only people to have changed. Pa was gone, Ma was now a great-grandmother, Shermie had grandchildren for crying out loud! Shermie's son, whom Ford had seen as a baby when he was in high-school, had children of his own. So much time had passed in the long years Ford had roamed the dimensions after the incident. He became so lost in his own thoughts that he almost didn't catch Mabel's response to his question.

"Yeah! He's a nice guy! Isn't he living with McGucket now?"

"That's what I heard." Dipper said from the armchair.

Ford nodded in agreement, having heard from his Fiddleford recently, and the old scientist tried to focus on the home-video.

"I'm here at the lake to investigate. I brought Mabel for backup."

"And I brought Bear-O, my adorable childhood puppet! Hey-Oh! Ain't that right, honey? 'Did somebody say "honey"?!' Haha!"

"Nope. Creepy. Bear-O's creepy. Everyone hates Bear-O."

"'But Dipper, who could hate Bear-O?'"

Mabel had asked in her Bear-O voice.

"I can think of a few people."

While the screen showed just how much people hated Bear-O, Mabel glanced up to see what her Grunkle Ford thought of her childhood puppet. She grinned, mistakenly taking his look of disgust for a look of delight, and said,

"Aw, see, Dipper?" The brunette said. "Grunkle Ford doesn't hate Bear-O!"

Dipper was too busy sitting in misery to argue as he watched the pair of twins paddling out onto the lake, thankfully without the creepy bear.

"Mabel, I have seen many disturbing things among my travels across the multiverse," Ford narrated. "Very little makes my skin crawl anymore, but somehow Bear-O has managed it."

"Thank you, Grunkle Ford!" Dipper sighed.

"Boo!" Mabel yelled as she resumed her knitting and watch as bubbles started to come up from the lake.

"Dipper, look!"

"They're over by that island!"

Ford leaned forward a little to see if his old theory of a giant head being disguised as an island was true. He had never taken the time to fully investigate, the idea coming to him in the midst of building the portal, but now he wondered if he was going to receive some answers thanks to his niece and nephew.

"We have to see what happens. What was that?" The camera glitched and something was rumbling. "Oh, no! What's happening?!"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER! ROW, ROW, ROW!"

Ford, Mabel and Dipper watched as the camera was sat in front of Dipper, facing him and the island, and watched as it emerged from the lake and yelled in a horrible voice; the island was in fact a giant floating head with a missing tooth.

"HOLY MOSES!" Ford yelled in shock.

"IT'S GETTING CLOSER! KEEP ROWING!" The camera glitched and soon the little audience saw Dipper looking for the camera. "I dunno. I've been looking for... there it is."He picked it up and explained, "Okay, after it attacked us, that giant head-thing just sunk back into the lake, and it lost another one of it's teeth trying to eat our boat! But the important thing is, we survived. Barely."

"Huh, yeah… 'Did somebody say "Bear-ly"?'"

Ford and Dipper both yelled in horror and Mabel scowled as she worked on her sweater angrily. Ford rewinded the tape and caught the sound of his nephew groaning in misery. He turned as much as he could with Mabel in his lap to find Dipper shielding his eyes as much as his hat could.

"Why did you have to look at those stupid tapes?" He groaned, embarrassed that his old idol had seen his amateur Guide to the Unexplained.

"Dipper, I thought you made those videos to show people the weird stuff or whatever." Mabel said as she worked. "Why are you getting so embarrassed over it?"

"I dunno, I just…" Dipper lifted his hat a little to uncover his eyes and he hugged his knees as he sat in the armchair with Waddles. "It's nothing but stupid aggression of an adolescent. I guess… I guess when I made them I never thought that one of the greatest investigators of anomalies would ever watch them."

Ford watched the teenager carefully and something dawned on him, something that nearly made him throw up. When Ford returned to his home dimension, he had his journals in his possession. He had opened Journal 3 and assumed that he'd skip a page or two from where he left off and resume documenting his research and findings in it, but he had found that his nephew had written and drawn on it. At the time, Ford was immensely angry about everything changing and needed to vent, so he passed off Dipper's recordings as pointless diary entries and spent all night spilling his aggravations onto the pages.

Dipper and Mabel only had the journal a handful of times after that. Ford had asked Mabel to record what she had discovered about unicorns and then Ford gave all three of the journals to Dipper to "look after them" while he hunted down the Mothman for some money he owed him, when in actuality Ford wanted to thank the boy for his loyalty and understanding by letting him look at his recordings, completely forgetting the harsh judgment he had indirectly delivered to Dipper by saying that being a twin was the only thing they had in common. If Dipper hadn't read Ford's rant then he most definitely did when the journal was restored and found just before summer ended.

Obviously, things were different than that first night Ford was home. Dipper and Ford had grown to be very close and the old scientist saw just how similar they were. It was a shame that Dipper never had a chance to read what Ford had written about his nephew before they threw the book into the Bottomless Pit. Ford had taken the time to read Dipper's last passage and wrote his own farewell, which contained something that Ford had mistakenly never taken the time to tell the young man. Ford had hoped that the old feeling of needing to earn his approval had died months ago, but clearly Dipper still felt the need to prove himself worthy to his hero. Ford was determined to make sure that Dipper knew that his fears were unfounded.

"Dipper," Ford said softly and the thirteen-year-old looked up at him. "I… I am flattered that you think so highly of me, but please understand that I hold you in the highest regard. You are far wiser at thirteen than I was at thirty and have a bright future ahead of you. And, for what it's worth, I'm very proud of you and your work, and I'm glad you recorded it so I could see it."

Dipper pressed his lips together and Ford was uncertain if he was trying to hold back a squeal or tears. He somewhat got his answers when Dipper wiped his stinging eyes with his arm and cleared his throat. "Th-Thanks, Grunkle Ford."

Ford gave him an encouraging smile and turned back to the VCR when it ejected the tape. "Unfortunately, this is the last one. Shame really, I've really enjoyed Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained."

"Let's make another one!" Mabel cried out and turned to Dipper. "What do you say, Dipper? What anomaly number should we work on?"

Dipper opened his journal and turned to the latest page. "I think I have just the oddity…"

"Hello! I'm Dipper Pines, here with one of the greatest investigators of anomalies of all time and achiever of twelve PhDs, Dr. Stanford Pines!"

"Thanks for the introduction, Dipper."

"Hey, how come I don't get one?!"

"Mabel, you're so spontaneous that you don't need one."

"I'll take that as a compliment!"

"Today we're here to investigate Anomaly #168: the Mothman. He owes Grunkle Ford some money and has been avoiding him ever since."

"But today we're gonna make that creepy bug pay him back! No one cheats a Pines!"

"You are definitely Stanley's niece."