#i loved that scene in the parking lot there was so much pent up hurt from nam shin i love their dynamic ;;;

[fyunsik]

i know what you’re really like //

[mayaflowerxs]

STRAYKIDS AS PETS

(Hyung Line)

Pairing: skz x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: fluff. Lots of cute moments.

Synopsis: How you and skz member meet and how it’s been going ever since. (Only dogs or cats as pets)

Chan:

Definitely a Golden retriever. You found Chan late at night, you and your ex boyfriend had gotten into a massive fight and you ran out the house to get a fresh breath of air. While you were walking, the sun had gone down and you ended up at the park. No longer feeling safe to stay out, you also didn’t want to go back to your ex’s place. As you bring your phone out to call your best friend, you kept looking around. Goosebumps trailing up your arm as the chilly wind blew by you. “Hey y/bsf/n, Me and him got in a fight again. I’m at the park and it’s really dark, come pick me up please?” While you were on the phone, you hadn’t realized the Golden dog start approaching you from behind. He had smelled you the second you stepped foot onto the premises. He’s been eating the scraps the kids leave by the tables. Seeing & smelling you intrigued him and he couldn’t help but want to get near you. “Thank you so much! Alright see you then.” As you hanged up, it had started to get pitched black, only the distant light of your neighborhood can be seen.

As you go to turn on the flash, it had flashed onto Chan. Squealing you fall off the bench and flat on your butt. Wincing as the sharp rocks scraped your palm. Chan immediately whines as he didn’t mean to hurt and scare you. With his nose, he nudged your palm for you to open it. Wanting to see how bad your injury was. “It’s alright buddy, see? No blood.” Chan breathes out, the sudden worry slowly dissolving. “You’re pretty cute.” You say as you go to pat his head. Chan couldn’t help but wag his tail, immediately feeling a strong connection between you and him. You knew you couldn’t leave Chan there and when there was no tag you knew you had to take him home. When your best friend came to pick you up, you guys went to the vet which was pretty hard since most of the ones near you were closed. No chip. Chan panicked when you put him back inside the car and started going to the route your best friend takes to get to her place. Not realizing that it was also the route the pound ends up at. Chan felt a strong wave of ptsd washing in and started whining. Barking and scratching the door. “What’s wrong buddy?” Howling as he nuzzled his nose in your neck, in a way begging you not to take him to the pound. That never happened. Now a year later you were in your small apartment with Chan. His bright blue diamond collar around him with his name shined brightly on it. Absolutely loves the time he has spent with you. Everyday is a blessing for him, he’s the comfort you always needed. When you wake up, he immediately gets up as well. When you go to work, he walks you to the door. Looking through the window until you drive out of your parking spot. Spotting you even when you guys are on the third floor. Making sure to park somewhere in his view, the last time you didn’t. You got a complaint about a barking dog 5 minutes after you drove off. When you’re sick, he uses his body heat to keep you warm. When you sleep he makes sure to not make as much noise to not wake you. 250/10 best boy.

Minho:

He’d be a Siamese cat. Now, now. Minho was actually a stray when you found him. His mother got killed by a coyote and his siblings were caught in a fire. He was the only one who survived and he was pretty traumatized, he was always wary with his surroundings and anyone really. Never trusted anyone or anything. When a pack of dogs started chasing him, usually he would fend for himself but given that he was outnumbered and had little to no energy. He used all that he had to run to the nearest house. Fitting himself through the small fence hole as the dogs barked at him. Baring their teeth at him, running inside the small vent the house had that led under the house. Staying there until he was sure no dogs were around. Feeling so tired, he had fallen asleep. He woke up when the slam of a car door was in his ear shot. Smelling the scent of chicken, he peaked his head out and saw you holding a bag of KFC, (if you don’t eat chicken or like KFC then imagine something else haha) His stomach grumbled as he licked his lips.

It’s been almost two days since the last time he had eaten. The rats he had caught had diseases and he really didn’t want to deal with infected rats much less, eat them. As you enter your house, you were engulfed by the hot heat pent up in your house. Opening the windows to let out the hot air and in the cool air, Minho slowly crawled out of his hideout. Peaking his head out to see inside your house. Instantly spotting the bag filled with the delicious chicken he craved dearly. He had a plan, while you were in the room. He’d go in, grab a wing and rush out. But it only backfired when he got in and got carried away by the great smell of the food. Not realizing you had closed the door and windows once cool air got in. Making your way over to the kitchen. Not even hearing your footsteps, he jumps when he hears your voice. Dropping the chicken in his mouth. “Uh...hi.” He hisses at you. Your guys first interaction was a mess. He hissed and threw his paw (with claws out & everything) at you. When you let him out, he quickly ran out. Running until he wasn’t near the house anymore. When he came to a stop, he felt this lonesome feeling in the pit of his stomach. The soft voice of yours ringing in his ear. He felt bad, you were being nothing but nice but he returned your niceness with hisses and scratches. By the next morning, you open your door to get your mail when you see him sleeping on your patio. After 5 months, he was officially named Minho. His grey collar around his neck with your address imprinted on it. Spending most of his time annoying the heck out of you. But you still love him. Sometimes his tree tower gets boring so he results in napping on your lap. When you’re not home he looks out the window. Smirking at the dogs who previously chased him. They’re the same stray dogs running around like wild animals while he had a home. He has amazing food, his water is always cleaned along with a litter box how cool is that?! And he has the best human to love him even when he was cold hearted to them at first. He really was glad that piece of chicken brought him a great home and human.

Changbin:

He’s a Rottweiler for sure. He met you at a dog park, his owner was a 7 year old girl. Terrible owner, she was in a family of seven. Four siblings who were very irresponsible and very ignorant. Poor parents, they were too nice which the kids took advantage of. While the youngest of the family was busy brushing Changbin’s thin fur very aggressively, he looked out to the other dogs. Wishing he was running around freely, ironic how they came to the dog park so he can run around freely and yet he still feels the same way as he always does when he’s back at home, encaged. Trapped. As he was looking at the other dogs, he saw one in particular walk in. Jumping in excitement as it’s tail wagged and looked up at its owner. When looking in the direction the dog was staring at. He froze in his spot. The most beautiful human stood there. As if an angel had appeared before him. Like his inner wild animal had just screamed, ‘MINE’ you really were one of a kind. He didn’t know what to do, but what he did know is that if anyone was going to keep wasting more of his time, it definitely would be you. The little girl got distracted when her mother had called her name. Using this distraction, he got up and jogged his way over. The male dog you came with had ran off in joy. As you were sat on the bench and smiling as Seungmin had joined his usually park pal, Felix. You didn’t realize Changbin had made his way over to you until he sat down in front of you.

“Oh! Hello there! Aren’t you a cutie?” You say as you scratch his chin. Changbin felt his heart flutter, getting up from his spot as he got closer to you. Nuzzling his head over your legs. He didn’t know what came over him, it was wrong. Especially when the human he felt so fondly of already had a pet. Changbin smelled the scent Seungmin left on you, he did all that he can to not growl at the thought of another dog scenting you. He knew that if Seungmin were to find out he would definitely not react nicely to a random dog scenting his human. But he couldn’t stop himself, he wanted you. He wanted to go home with you. Heck, he wanted to befriend Seungmin as well and become one big family. One could only imagine. But things did go for the better. Changbin spent most of his time with you and when you had to leave. You saw the family that pertained to Changbin. Seeing how annoyed the older kids looked and how much the parents weren’t doing anything to keep them from giving attitudes to the dogs that ran past them. You had enough when you saw the girl start tugging on Changbin’s collar practically choking him. Hearing his whines broke your heart. Walking over you got the attention of the parents. “That’s no way to let your daughter treat your dog like that. Don’t you see how much he’s hurting?” The parents already looked frustrated enough that their kids were being brats. The youngest started throwing a fit about how she can’t do anything right. Finally the father had enough and exploded. “You guys are all ungrateful! If this is how you guys are with him then you guys don’t deserve him.” Grabbing his lease and clipping it on his collar he walks over and hands it to you. “Keep him, please. He already looks happier with you, I know you’ll do a better job than we can ever do.” Walking off with his family. You stood there bewildered. Mouth agape, but to Changbin he was thrilled. Tail wagging as his mouth was wide, tongue out in content. Looking up at you with adoration. In the distance, Seungmin and Felix looked at the scene before them. A confused Min wondering what the hell had happened. Adjusting was a bit difficult for Changbin. Don’t get me wrong he loved every second with you but because he scented you over the scent Seungmin left on you. He didn’t exactly have a nice bond with Min. He couldn’t be in the same place as Min without him huffing and walking away. Over time, they had gotten closer. Getting used to the fact that they were now sharing their beloved human. Having the same interests, hobbies, and the number one common thing they shared of them all. The love they have for you. Very protective boy. Now when you guys go back to the dog park, he also befriended Felix. But after a while, he runs back to you and sits by your side. Glaring at any dog who dares get a bit too close to you. Nudging your leg when you scold him for being mean to the other dogs. Looking up at you with puppy eyes as a way for you to forgive him. You can’t resist his eyes and blow a kiss at him as you coo at his adorable self. ‘My human’ he thinks. The flutter in his heart still present.

Hyunjin:

He would be a Norwegian Forest Cat. In all honesty, Hyunjin hated your guts. He didn’t know why. Well actually he did. You see he was your grandmother’s baby boy. He was like her child and let’s just say he was SPOILED. You and your family are pretty wealthy. Most of your cousins grew up to be brats and think just because they have money they get to act however they wanted. Your mother although didn’t want anything to do with the family. Ashamed at how her siblings acted and how that affected their kids. The only family member she kept in touch was your grandmother who she loved dearly. Hyunjin had to face your cousins countless of times. They were either brats and hated his presence or wanted to break and shred his bubble and hug the daylights out of him. Either way, they never treated him properly. All the pampering the maids gave him each morning which was brush his hair, put him his nice outfit for the day. Give him a message and more, all went out the window once your cousins came to treat his relaxing day a living hell. So when you came to visit he only assumed you to be just like them. But your grandmother had fallen very ill. So he couldn’t worry too much about your presence, his only concern was his mama. That was until she passed away. He was devastated when he woke up and she didn’t. And if things couldn’t get worse, the day you visited was the day your grandmother had you promise to take care of her little Jinnie for her. You couldn’t say no to her.

But you were running out of ways to get Hyunjin to like you. Or to at least not to scratch the soul out of you. Not only was he grieving for your grandmother but he had to put up with what he thought was one of the many annoying bratty grand children. In the end, you gave up in making amends with him so you kept your distance. You couldn’t give him up and even if he hated you, you made a promise and you were going to stick to it. You tried to stay out of his way most of the time. Waking up early before he did, you cleaned his water and gave him his food. The fancy kind because your grandmother believed a ‘good’ boy like him deserved more than regular dry food. The money your grandmother had left, was given to you and a portion to Hyunjin as well. It was enough to not have you work for the rest of your life but that wasn’t you. You didn’t want to stop doing what you wanted to pursue simply because of money. You still wanted to go out and do what you loved. So yeah, you kept busy. And when you got a promotion, you had less time spent at home. Hyunjin should’ve been glad. Well, he was. That was until he heard you outside. Peaking through the window he saw you crouched down. Helping a stray cat who pretended to look very ill. Cooing at them, you fed them the last bit of your lunch. Rubbing their back as they purred. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. Why were you petting some random cat and not him? You were barely home and now that you are, all the attention is onto a damn cat that doesn’t live here. He knows it was wrong to think this way but he couldn’t help it. You weren’t the annoying brat he thought you were. You were this sweet angel that did nothing but try to make him feel as safe and comfortable as possible. When you entered the house, he felt himself frown when you completely ignored him standing by the door. You didn’t realize this but for the remainder of the day, wherever you went he sorta trailed behind you. Still keeping a distance. When you laid down on your bed, you heard his little meow just as he jumped on the bed. You stopped whatever you were doing and looked at him. Waiting for a hiss or bite about to strike at you. But it never came, instead he lend out a paw on your arm. No claws clawing your arm. Only the soft fur & pad touching your arm. Inching closer and closer, he climbed on top of you and laid there. You smiled softly at him. Hesitant, but pet his head softly. His tail wagging a bit as he took a nap on your chest. Maybe living with you wasn’t so bad. He still smelled the scent on that other cat so he didn’t forget in stretching so far out that every inch of your chest, stomach and neck got covered in his scent. That atta show that stray to stay away from his human.

[tinawritesstuff]

You’re home

Pairing: Henry Cavill/ First Person Reader

Wordcount: 1.4K

Warnings: kinda angsty if you squint a little? It’s mostly tooth-rotting fluff lol

A/N: a little something I’ve been meaning to write for a while now. Hope you guys enjoy it! 

The weather outside is freezing, the trees and the garden are painted in a thick layer of white thanks to the constant snowing. I swear I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The smell of coffee fills my nostrils, making me take a deep breath and inhale the addicting and intoxicating scent. There are only a few things that relax me and take me to my safe space: coffee, a book, winter and Henry.

Oh, Henry.

He’s been away for two months now, very busy doing reshoots for the second season of Witcher, and to say I miss him wouldn’t do justice to what I’ve been feeling. But I guess no one can really blame me, right? Because we spent six wonderful months together because of lockdown, so having to go back to not having him around every day has had me on edge since he left.

I look outside the window, watching the snow fall while sipping from my mug. The day is grey and I can’t help but feel like it matches my mood.

Have you ever felt like you have too many emotions inside and just need to let it go? Well, that’s exactly how I’ve been feeling lately, specially since Henry got called to work again.

I know it’s not healthy to emotionally depend on someone else, because most of the time I find myself yearning his presence and just needing him with me. And it’s not fair to either of us.

I hear my phone ringing, and to say I run to see who’s calling would be an understatement. When I reach it, I see that the ID is my mom, to which I let out a groan of frustration. I was hoping it to be Henry.

“Hey, ma”

“Hello, dear. How are you today?”

“I don’t really know, to be honest” I shake my head, with a horrible feeling settling in my throat “I- I feel like I have a thousand of emotions stuck in my chest, and I can’t pinpoint exactly what I’m feeling”

“Oh, honey” she sighs “Why do you think that might be?”

“To be honest, it started when Henry left. And I can’t help but feel stupid, because we’ve been apart for longer periods of time before, and I’ve never complained about it. It never hurt like it does now”

“Darling, things like this are never stupid. Have you talked to him about it?”

“I haven’t really had the chance to. He’s been so busy and I honestly don’t want to bother him with this nonsense.”

“Listen to me, if that man loves you, and I’m certain he does, he will make the time to hear about your feelings and won’t think they’re nonsense, at all” she says in a stern voice and it makes my heart sink.

Because she’s probably right, and I should tell him about it. Otherwise, I’m sure I’ll be bottling up all that’s bothering and one day everything will explode. And it won’t be nice.

After some more catching up, she hangs up and I go back to…, well, look out the window. What I wasn’t expecting was to see Henry’s car pulling over on the entryway and parking there.

I hear the door opening, and Kal’s claws scratching the wooden floor as he makes his way inside the house. Next thing I know, I’m being thrown to the ground by the big, fluffy pig that attacks me with kisses.

I laugh while scratching his ears, and I hear the male deep laugh coming our way.

“Kal, hey, down boy. Let momma breath, c’mon”

“Oh no, please! I’ve missed him so much, let him stay like this for a little longer. I don’t mind” I say smiling up at him from the ground.

It’s unbelievable how much my mood changed the moment I saw his car pulling over. Which reminds me:

“What are you guys doing here?! I thought you wouldn’t be here until the holidays”

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve seen the news, my lovely, but England has gone back to lockdown. Starts tomorrow morning. So, we’ll only be working on the studio scenes.”

He helps me stand up and brings me close to his body in a bear hug. Oh, how I’ve missed him. His warm, his scent, his hugs, all of him.

I feel the tears pooling my eyes, because the mix of feelings is overwhelming and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Before I realize it, I’ve become a sobbing mess crying on his chest.

“Oh, no, no, no. Little love, what’s wrong? Why are you crying like this?” he asks with concern filling his tone.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I-I j-just mis-ssed you a lot” I say the best I can between sobs.

“Okay, come here”

He picks me up, bridal style, carries me to the living room and sits down on the couch with me on his lap. I let out all the pent-up frustrations, all the dark emotions I’ve been feeling the last two months, and in the meantime, he just caresses my hair, soothing me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear to calm me down. After some time, the tears stop running and the sobs become little exhales of air, trying to regain calm and control of my breathing.

“Atta girl, you let it all out. Don’t think there’s anything else in you to cry about, eh?” he jokes and I let out a teary giggle. “Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what’s wrong to begin with. All I know is that these last two months without you have been a hell to live. I’ve been feeling so lonely. And I’m not saying it’s your fault, not at all, because it’s your job and you love it and I shouldn’t be feeling like this and I shouldn’t be selfish; but truth is that I miss you every time you’re gone, and this one has taken a toll on me.”

“Oh, nugget” he sighs and pulls me closer to his body “I’m sorry to hear that, but there’s nothing selfish about you missing me and needing me here. In fact, I’ve been feeling the same way since I left” he shrugs and kisses my hair “I want you to tell me when these things bother you, especially when I’m away, because loneliness can get tricky and I don’t want you to feel that way. Okay?”

I nod my head and snuggle closer to his body, feeling his strong and big arms engulfing me in a tight hug. We stay like that for some time, quietly cuddling while watching the snow falling through the big window behind the T.V., until he breaks the silence.

“Where’s the Christmas’ tree?” he asks glancing around

“Oh, yeah” I let out a little embarrassed laugh “I haven’t put up any of the Christmas’ decorations, including the tree, because I didn’t want to do it alone. I was going to wait for you to come home”

“I was supposed to come home on December 23rd! You were planning to put the decorations up two days before Christmas?!” he exclaims funnily and I laugh at his mannerisms and efforts to lift up my mood.

Have I said how much I missed him? I think I have.

“Well, yeah. I told you it was bad” I shrug and he grabs my face to leave a little peck on my forehead

“We can do it any time you feel like it, my love” he whispers and caresses my cheek with one of his hands “I don’t think I’ve greeted you properly, lovely. What do you say?”

I shake my head, and that’s all the answer he needs. Henry leans down and kisses me fully in the mouth, taking every ounce of air I have in my lungs. The kiss is soft, but deep. There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world. At least until he has to leave again.

I grab a handful of his curls to deepen the kiss even more, to show him how much I yearn for him, how much I’ve missed his touch and the feeling of him against me.

When we are in need of air, we break the kiss and smile like fools to one another. There’s no need to say anything. He’s here, he’s home with me.

“What do you say we put the Christmas tree up, right now and when we’re done, we watch some Christmas special?” I ask while stroking his cheek, softly, making him lean into my touch.

“I’d love to.”

General taglist: @milkathedudz  @little-baby-vixen

Henry Cavill taglist:  @tillthelandslide @cavill-sass​ @al-wiisa​ @kmuir1​ @hoeforhenry​

[wychive]

𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨

summary // you found your pile of ‘letters’ to hyunjin that contain thoughts that have never been said and decided to write to him one last time.

pairing(s) // hyunjin x gn!reader, hyunjin x oc, slight minho x reader

genre(s) // angst, letter fic 

warning(s) // mentions of food, themes of being forgotten, vulgar wording, humiliation, overthinking

word count // 2.0k

author's note // happy birthday @noya-sannnn​ !! im sorry this was so late hhh you know how i am irl,, but i hope you enjoy this! i love you so much, jane <3 i apologize for the many grammar mistakes gn. i recommend listening to iu’s ending scene while reading this! btw y/n/n means your nickname.

[10/01/14, 3:55am]

dear jinnie,

hi there! it's y/n <3 i hope you're doing okay - i mean of course you are pfft anyways, just writing this short letter (more like paragraph)  sort of as a venting mechanism? for things i cant tell you about lol  im not so sure how you would call it, since you're so much better at words than i am. basically were like:

hyunjin: ow a brain freeze!

me: haha brain go brrrr

anyways haha yea <3 it's 4am so like,, ill see you at school!

signed,

your loser,

y/n/n

[15/02/14, 12:34am]

yo heartthrob!

im back with this kinda stuff haha it's been a whole? week? since ive written one of these so like yes..hi! i just wanted to say thanks, for today. you really know how to cheer me up huh? you really outdid yourself by setting up that little picnic for us. congrats on making the strawberry cake so perfectly <3 this day will always stay as a core memory in the back of my brain. you're too caring sometimes,,, istg you'll pay for this [maybe hugs?] >:) 

signed,

your partner in crime,

y/n/n

[30/02/15, 01:29am]

jinnie-senpai~~

LMAO you hate me calling you that, doesn't change a thing though. hehe,, nways i hope you enjoyed your birthday present :) i got you that really cool skateboard that you wanted. i worked my ass off for that in my mother's garden so like,, you gotta thank me for that a thousand times :D nah jk, its a sincere gift, from me to you. i rarely do this for ANYONE so consider yourself lucky to have a best friend like me -3- also, seungmin is like….kinda the cutest person ever. introduce me to him pls, thank!

signed,

<your bestest friend3,

y/n

(p.s. you're kinda cute too,,,, ig,,, still stinkee tho)

[13/04/15, 9:04pm]

hey 'baby' (HAHAHA ihy for this)

i hope your day was okay! i didn't see much of you today (which was sort of a bummer but wtv) so like…. uh yea. you told me you were doing okay over text, which kinda surprised me because like?? we always video call lol this is kinda the first time,, but its okay, i trust you! (i really hope youre doing alright tho, i'll beat anyone up if they make you sad >:( ) you also called me 'sweetheart' today which was like…. omg wtf haha????????? that was so weird to me for some reason… a good kind of weird :D we haven't done those kinds of nicknames in a while so…. happy to know that they're back in session <3 i talked to the new girl today, she's really cool! like she knows the bean song on tiktok so like its a total win heh, ill introduce you to her tomorrow! you'll love her a lot

signed,

your 'lover',

y/n/n

[08/06/16, 10:23pm]

hey howl (hehe go back to that movie night we had)

this spring break sucks so much,, esp because youre not here (you still couldve brought me along :'[ ) but wtv i hope youre enjoying yourself. ive been hanging out with yeonnie lately and i found out she likes conan grey too like pls i love her sm. can we adopt her?? please???? she told me you guys have been video calling too and that makes me so happy!! you two are getting along so well aaa my precious babies </3 

what if you developed a crush on her? haha…..jk unless?? (no jk dont shes all mine, stay away >:) ) anyways, i hope the three of us hang out soon. maybe go to that ice cream parlour where they serve the best cookies and cream?  

signed,

your daisy,

y/n/n

[19/07/15, 01:23am]

peepee poopoo hello

heyheyhey!! (heh, haikyuu thingz) i hope youre doing okay! i mean sure you are, with everything going so well. also i feel like you're not telling me something. maybe it's just me? is it? i hope it is because you tell me everything,, we've been talking less these days but its okay! i know how busy you are, especially with your dad always bugging you,,

also, i think yeonbin likes you :0,, she keeps talking about you whenever we hang out. don't get me wrong, its not bad that she likes you but...something doesn't feel right. i feel like i'm being the third wheeler here and like ugh idk. haha laughs yea i think its just me.. im sorry, i didnt mean to do you like this,, anyways, ill see you soon + her too ofc- yall are inseparable lmao

signed,

your moonlight,

y/n/n

[23/07/15, 01:56am]

greetings, kind sir

lol more like mean sir but like aight KSKSK,, anyways,, how have you been? we haven't really talked in a while,, our convos are always so short with it being one-sided :/ i wish you were online more. yeonnie is ignoring me,, do you know why? i think you do,,, but when i asked you just said you didnt know. did i do something wrong? pls tell me.. 

she blocked my contact the other day and she won't even smile at me when i pass her in the hallways. its,, sad and stressful especially because she was the only one that would genuinely talk to me. i hate to say this,, but i miss you. us, hanging out like the best trio we are, yknow? but i dont think you miss me the same way. sorry, im getting out of hand. i know im just overreacting. im just gonna sleep ig,, good night! sweet dreams,,

signed,

your pink lemonade,

y/n/n

[25/07/15, 03:25am]

hi there

i heard you and her got together?? congrats, jinnie! im so proud of you,, especially because you never had even considered getting a girlfriend a few months earlier lmaO you really woo the ladies huh? anyways,, i hope you've been well since we last talked,, how many days has it been?? i would say nearly a week or so but honestly it feels like a hundred years,, considering you and i used to talk every day. but you have her now to keep you company.

keep this a secret but can you possibly tell me why it hurts when i see her? or when i mention her or even think of her?? is it because she's connected to you? but.. you're my best friend, so why? is it because i miss you? is it because im alone now? is it because you left me with a simple 'i have to go now,, bye y/n/n.'? im not sure either. im being silly, i apologize. ill figure it out sooner or later. sweet dreams, jinnie

signed,

your asswipe,

y/n

[25/07/15, 04:30am]

jinnie

it's because i love you. 

signed,

your butterfly,

y/n

[??/08/??, 05:??am]

you

i miss your lame jokes. i miss your smile. i miss your laughs. i miss your funny faces. i miss the way your eyes twinkle. i miss th way you would make me happy just by doing the bare minimum. i miss the disaster you made when cooking breakfast. i miss the night when you snuck me out just to go to that pretty lantern event. i miss when you would call out my name everytime we met. i miss when we would share earbuds in train rides. dont you get it, hyunjin? i miss you.

[??/??/15, ??:??am]

asshole.

please tell me that isn't true, please. you're too kind to do these kinds of things, right? + i was your best friend,, then, why, why did you hurt me like this. i didnt do anything wrong.. you couldve just told me you didnt like me,,, why did she have to tell me? out of all people. 

youre so pathetic for this,, i thought you were brave, bold - but youre just a fucking coward. i loved you, i really did. and i realised too late… im sorry. she,, i shouldn't have talked to her in the first place, right? i bet you knew she humiliated me, in front of everyone. of course you did, you were the only one that knew. you told her. fuck, i hate you so much (yet why do i long for you on a night like this?). you know how much that'll affect me and yet, there you are, laughing about it with her.

signed,

fuck off,

you know who i am.

[31/08/15, 03:41am]

ah, jinnie

please tell me this is just a nightmare. please, please. stop just reading my texts, please answer them. jinnie. i miss you so much. i dont care bout her, please just let me be in your arms. i dont care if you love me back, please just talk to me at least. tell me what i did wrong,, jinnie,, please,,, clear these tear stains on my cheek with kisses.

signed,

your fuck-up,

y/n

[15/09/15, 04:59am]

jinnie

why do i keep crying because of you? its been a few weeks since everything has happened. please, nothing has changed. i still love you the same even with all the hatred i have pent up in this stupid brain of mine. i wish i could just walk back in time, to where it all began.

when i first met you in third grade and you pushed me while playing soccer or maybe when we took those ridiculous prom pictures, remember those? i hope you still have them,, because i do too. i hope the pictures of us on your wall still hang there,, it'll remind you of the happy times. hm,, maybe you don't need them. 

you already have millions of pictures with you and her,, i bet you printed some and replaced those with ours right? sly dog. 

signed,

friend,

y/n/n

[04/02/16, 12:57am]

hey

i went to the park today and saw both of you being happy. it's nice to see your smile again. im sorry i didnt go up to you,, i just thought it would be awkward. when i heard that adorable laugh of yours, it made me realise that i lost something special. but it's okay isnt it? as your happiness matters more than mine. 

signed,

y/n

[06/01/20, 08:00pm]

dear hyunjin,

im doing fine here. how about you? gosh,, how long has it been? years? since we last talked to each other. i havent heard from you since. i would just like to say i still think of you sometimes, when watering the plants or dancing while making pancakes. sometimes i think you're here with me too, just being the pals we were. 

sometimes i'd see you out, just reading a book in the park or buying pasta sauce at the grocery store. it's nice to see you having a stable life. im not sure if you're still with her or not, but its good to know that you still have that large friend group. also! you're never gonna guess who im dating--

it's minho! do you remember him? the one that i used to hate,, uh yeah. he asked me out the other day- you may wonder how tf,,, i too do not know how tf but he gives the best hugs ever. he gave me the love i wanted from you. he stitched my heart back together after it broke,, i love him so much, jinnie..

it's snowing,, do you remember when we would skate on the frozen lake in front of your house? are your parents well? i wonder if your mother still has those earrings i bought for her birthday. i never told you this but your laugh and hers sound so similar. 

i would just like to say thank you, for everything. you were a big part of my life, up until now. when we see each other after this, we would just be strangers. maybe flash a little smile or give a little wave whenever we greet each other but nothing more. some memories of us would flow in every now and then but it'll just be a short teaser. well, i'll be going now. smile for me, okay?

signed,

the one that loved you the most,

y/n.

taglist // @/noya-sannnn, @crvgio​ , @neo-shitty​

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[sneezefiction]

you’re my adventure

Nishinoya x Reader - Scenario

desc: engagements and soft moments

a/n: a request from @curlykoo for some fluffy, sweet Noya! i’m sorry I couldn’t pull off a sequel to the angsty noya fic, but I hope this makes you smile <333 thank you so much for requesting + waiting ! (my titles get cheesier every time i post lmao)

warnings: none! (legit, you’re gonna b smothered in fluff)

wc: 1500

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“Keep your eyes covered, y/n.” Nishinoya says, leading you gently by your hand to a destination in the open air.

Midsummer nights are never chilly, but you wouldn’t have minded a small jacket or cardigan.

He’d planned for your ultimate comfort and, with your eyes still closed, envelops you in a light, fluffy blanket. He knows you well.

So you trust him and keep walking, one hand in his, the other grasping the blanket on your shoulder.

Your feet finally tap the side of a small curb, and with that he says,

“Now open!” In a nervously, excited whisper.

---

Noya exists for the purpose of adventure. To know and taste every sensation. To feel ridged mountainsides. To hunt for new experiences. Capturing every living, breathing thing in a mental photo. Documenting each distinct memory.

Novelty is forever fleeting, but some are born to find it. Again and again and again.

And that’s Nishinoya for you. Always finding, forever searching.

But for so long, he’s done it alone.

And, he supposes, alone isn’t… bad.

It’s true, there’s freedom in venturing by himself. He’s free to do as he pleases, whenever he pleases.

No one to look out for, nothing to tie him down.

Just endless journeys for him to explore.

But there’s a point when “alone” simply becomes “lonely.”

And that shift was a hard pill to swallow… because to settle down and stifle the “lonely” seemed to mean he had to lose his true love. Adventure.

Little did he know, the true adventure was about to start as you made your entrance into his life.

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It’s Friday once again.

And Fridays are deemed exploration days by your bubble-machine of a boyfriend, Nishinoya.

Thus it makes sense that the week is incomplete, if not absolutely suffocating to him, if he hasn’t had a chance to leave your snug apartment to feel grass below his feet and the rustle of wind through his hair.

You usually give him space to go off, self-examine, and explore by himself. It’s something he’s always needed to do and it’s never gotten in the way of your relationship.

If anything it made you love him and his unique spirit even more.

However, every once in a while, he’ll want you to join him.

Tonight just happens to be one of those nights. No rhyme or reason to it.

It’s not the most unusual request, but as you asked “where to,” he refused you an answer.

Yet, the sparkle in his eye told you that he was hiding something.

Something significant.

Something special he just had to share with you.

So you let him take you by the hand, pulling you toward this secret destination.

---

“And open!”

It takes you a moment to realize where you are.

It’s exactly where you had your first date with this spiky-haired boy. The roof of the parking garage.

You fondly remember blue tongues and sugary, sweet lips from the slushies Noya had bought you back then. How he chased you after you ruffled-up his hair, letting you think you could get away, but catching up with you in no time. How when he caught you, he cupped your cheeks, staring into your eyes adoringly.

You shared many long, devoted kisses that night. Delicate touches. Conversations about passions and desires.

Since then, you’ve been attached at the hip.

Y’all rarely revisited that exact spot, deeming it a “sacred place” meant only for perfect moments and irreversible discussions and decisions. Your heart is racing.

The lot is comfortably empty, a brilliant full moon above you acting as the primary light source.

Before you are a pile of pillows and blankets, a small cluster of candles, and… of course…

Those truly iconic blue slushies.

You’re at a loss for words.

He leads you to his setup, letting you get comfortable enough to fully take in the scene.

It’s romantic.

Divine.

Unbelievably thoughtful.

For someone so carefree, you forget just how much beauty and ambiance matters to Nishinoya. Every last detail is there, pristine yet cozy. The location and atmosphere, perfect.

You break the silence,

“Noya, this is… stunning.” Your mouth hangs open slightly, in awe of the scene set before you.

That he cared so deeply for this very moment, for you, to do all of this.

“I just- I- Even the slushies!” You’re laughing, words coming out in jumbles.

So you slouch down into the pillow, legs curled into your chest, hands resting on your knees.

The stars overhead are completely outshone by your wide, sparkling eyes.

“So what’s all this for, baby? It’s not our anniversary, y’know?” You smile, genuinely curious and a little nervous.

Your usually chatty, animated boyfriend is completely silent.

He wordlessly gets down on his knees in front of you and sets his hands on top of yours.

Taking both of them into his own, he waits a minute, stroking them with his thumb.

He then takes the deepest breath he can muster,

“Y/n… all my life I’ve wanted to be free.” He starts, voice shaky.

“You know how much I love adventure...” 

You nod slowly, your eyes shining as they meet his, 

“and I’ve had my fair share of them.” He expresses with a smile on his lips, picturing one of those precious moments right now.

And suddenly, his words gain strength and confidence.

“But I never realized that I could feel this free. Especially not with someone else by my side.”

Your heart skips a beat. 

This isn’t any old conversation anymore.

No, this pertains to you. Your relationship. Your Noya.

“Y/n… you should know, my old life pales in comparison to these past two years I’ve spent with you.” He states boldly, no longer wavering.

“Those 22 years don’t match up to the amount of life I get to share with you now.”

He can hear his heart beating out of his chest.

“You’re my adventure, y/n.” He reveals, his face warm, but heart even warmer.

And the happiest of tears are dripping down your chin, onto his hands.

“I want you to know that out of every amazing mountaintop I’ve climbed, you’re better than it’s peak.”

“Not even the bluest, clearest ocean, the steepest waterfall, or the most beautiful flower can compete with all the wonderful things I’ve experienced with you.”

He shifts and shuffles to grab something out of his pocket.

But, of course, he drops it first.

Nishinoya let’s the most comical gasp you’ve ever heard, escape his lips.

You laugh, tears falling faster, but youe smile growing so wide your face begins to hurt.

He recovers the item quickly and mentally kicks himself for ruining the vibe like the complete goof he actually is.

But it’s clear what’s going on.

It’s barely made visible by the moonlight and the subtle glimmer of candles...

but there’s a small, velvet box in the palm of his hand.

Even though you’d already begun to expect it, you can’t help put both of your hands over your mouth in shock.

“Y/n, I’m gonna need your hands back, please.” He laughs, knowing his secret is out now.

“Because, you see… I have this ring…” He pauses,

“...and I kinda want you to wear it for the rest of your life.”

He gazes at you for a moment longer, soaking in your reaction.

“Please marry me, y/n!” The words fall out his mouth in the most Noya way.

It feels just like a movie.

Where the whole world ceases to spin and gravity releases its hold on the both of you for just a moment. 

Because you suddenly no longer feel anything but his touch. His gaze. His nearness.

You remove the shaky hand from your mouth and reach it out to him.

He wraps his fingers around your palm tenderly, carefully placing a simple, but beautiful diamond-studded engagement band on your ring finger.

Of course, you take a second to examine the ring... but your eyes slowly drift back to admire your real treasure.

Your eyes meet his again.

But this time, it’s not just your boyfriend.

This is your future husband.

And the pent-up energy is too much for Noya, so he moves on to what he does best:

He full-on tackles you in the biggest, most life-giving hug you’ve ever received.

You’re thrown back onto more blankets, your head guarded by his hand so it doesn’t touch the ground.

You’re both giggling and gasping for air from, the tears you just spilled leaving you breathless.

And you lay there, chest to chest, his head laying on your shoulder.

It takes a moment, but Nishinoya lets out one last sigh before shifting to lay down next to you.

In your eyes, he sees everything.

He sees endless opportunities. Countless journeys.

And he cannot wait to pursue all of it.

He does his best to express this with simple, but bold words,

“I can’t wait to explore every part of life with you.” His head tilting to face you, your fingers now interlocked with his.

Your heart is bursting, unable to contain the joy you’re experiencing…

Yet all you can say is, 

“Yes… me too, Noya. I love you so much.”

---

tags:  @cherryonigiri

[tobeornottotc]

The harsh reunion in the park: Shide and Shuyi in We best love music video hard to let go observation and comments

So I have a lot to say about we best love but I’m waiting for special episode on Friday before I start to get analytical about it but the music video. Shide messed up somehow basically that scene in the park where Shuyi runs to him excitedly is probably their reunion after he comes back from America it’s their first time seeing each other but Shide feels different he’s staring at the necklace pensive and sad and he holds a cold expression in his eyes he’s not excited to see Shuyi he’s shocked he’s looking like he’s contemplating doing something he doesn’t want to do. It’s noble idiocy the reason is why does he feel he needs to break up with Shuyi then? And why does he disappear for 5 years more? Because basically from the music video Shide broke Shuyi’s heart cruelly as the blurb says for season 2 he felt maliciously abandoned. He was dumped and it’s completely frustrating when Shide is the one who forced his walls down when he didn’t want to be vulnerable with him this is where his anger stems from because after he finally became vulnerable, happy, and even obsessed in love with Shide, he waited for so long for Shide to return back because Shide told him to wait for him and when he returned he dumped and broke Shuyis heart.

Shuyi was angry I wonder if they fully broke up or if it was in the air and Shide disappears and Shuyi slaps him something I’m not a fan of but he does taht because he wasn’t expecting to see Shide here because they haven’t seen each other for so long and his intense love has become intense hate after being betrayed. He slaps Shide to make him feel the pain he made him feel when he left him or hurt him and ripped his heart out. He’s angry and upset so his spoilt child and short tempered reaction is automatically to slap Shide, to punch Shide when Shide tries to hold him back. Because basically for 5 years Shuyi spent years trying to get over him hence the song hard to let go, it’s hard to pretend he’s moved on because he hasn’t, he hasn’t accepted letting go because that’s even more painful than the break up it makes him angry and vulnerable and Shide trying to stop him from leaving, Shide trying to get him to understand or to just communicate or to apologise makes him even angrier. He never wants to trust or get hurt again his mindset won’t let it happen.

What he’ll do instead is focus in their rivalry and hate he had for him ages ago, it’s now an aim to defeat or beat Shide so he feels his pride saved. So yeh it’s heartbreaking and I need to understand Shide cold actions and why he looks angsty longing but at the same time determined and cold and unfeeling when we know he’ll do anything for Shuyi. We need to know why when he returned he did what he did. And if after 5 years him being in the company is a way for him to find Shuyi again or to find a solution to dealing with whatever made them split or was it him forever forgetting and thinking Shuyi would never appear but Shuyi does show up and his world is rocked. He’s also struggling to let go of Shuyi the reason is why did he have to do so? And how will he convince Shuyi again to come to him we all know how letting the rivalry happen again to have his attention on him. He’d be fine being with Shuyi who hated and won’t forgive him because at least with the rivalry he has Shuyis attention and heart at that moment. Hence the title Fighting Mr Second.

Poor babies the angst and drama is real. The slapping punching and shouting all in one day of seeing him though as much as I get why Shuyi does it it’s not right it’s not okay but we’ve always known he’s spoilt, dramatic and also short tempered he’s just acting automatically and he has a lot of pent up anger. But yeh not okay

[sweetiejunie]

Cupid’s Arrow

Summary: all it took was a few shots and a phone call

Genre: fluff / angst

Yeonjun x reader (ft. Best friend! Kai)

Warning: swearing • drinking, pls drink responsibly 🍻

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An arrow is said to be shaped as a concave quadrilateral. Unlike a knife, it makes it harder to be removed once you’ve been hit. It causes you to bleed out. Putting an end to the misery and inevitably, your life.

That’s exactly how yeonjun felt when he first saw you. You had shot cupid’s arrow at his heart and no matter how hard he tried there was no way for him to remove it. A perfectly crafted arrow that ensured it hit its target, him. The only difference in this case was that there was no end to his suffering or pain. Whenever he saw you talking or laughing with his other members, that arrow only got deeper making his heart twist and hurt more.

He had met you through Kai. You were in the same class and one day Kai had invited you to their dorm to work on an assignment you had. And ever since, the boys had been inviting you over more and more often.

The moment yeonjun laid an eye on you, he was gone. The way you shyly smiled and greeted them just made his heart race. You were probably the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

He’s never been brave enough to tell you how he’d fallen victim to one of your fatal arrows, he just couldn’t. In his mind you were the huntress and he was your prey. And a huntress never gets hit by their own arrows, do they. There’s no way you fell for him.

To him, you were some untouchable prize he couldn’t even dream of achieving, the one with the bow and an impenetrable heart. Little did he know, your heart had been hit. And by who? The answer would really surprise him.

It’s been a year since he’s been hit, but the arrow still stuck with him, as painful as it’s ever been. A year of all the pent-up frustration, jealously and love. Throughout that time, he’s tried multiple times to tell you how he felt, and every time he backed out at the last minute, in fears of rejection. He was about to explode and on that one faithful day he finally did. All it took was a couple shots and a phone call.

Yeonjun had tried and attempted many times to get over you. Whenever he failed to confess, he immediately wanted to give up on you in general. He assumed being friends with you enough for him but time and time again he proved himself wrong.

He always drank when he felt the pain, drinking just enough to help numb his heart. A feeling he’s gotten accustomed to.

Today, the stinging in his chest was worse than ever. He had overheard your plans with Kai to go to a some new ice cream parlor. How he wanted Kai to say no and for you to have asked him instead.

Thats how he ended up here, at McClaren’s bar, the only person spending time with him was a little birdie called jack daniel, someone he considered a close friend by this point. He took a shot, cringing as the alcohol slide down his throat, burning, but no pain could compare to what his heart was going through.

Earlier that day he saw you entering the practice room as their practise was coming to an end. In his heart he hoped you were there looking for him but instead you greeted him and the other boys and turned to Kai. He knows you and Kai were best friends, but it still hurt how he wasn’t your number one choice and probably would never be.

He remembered how you had showed Kai a picture of the parlor, the way your face lit up as you talked about how excited you were to try it. He took another shot.

He remembered how you waited for Kai to end practice. He wished you had been waiting for him instead, taking another shot.

The way you and Kai left the building together, laughing and chatting about god knows what. With each shot he took, he felt his frustration build. But that didnt last long. A wave of sadness crashed on him and he realised there was no way he could stay mad at you, no matter how drunk and/or sober he was. He just cared and loved you too much.

As the alcohol started to take effect, yeonjun felt his negative thoughts, along with his sobriety, fade away. All his thoughts, except one, you. In a way he was glad all he could think about was you, but he despised the jealousy and pain that came with it.

“Why can’t she just realise how i felt about her? I’ve been trying so fucking hard to make it obvious, why is she so ignorant?” He rambled, to no one in particular.

There was no one close enough to hear him, hell, it was too early for anyone to be at a bar, but he still continued mumbling to himself. He was depressed, or maybe it was anger? He didn’t know anymore, all his emotions were numb, creating a mess in his mind. A few more shots through his soliloquy and suddenly everything went black.

——————————————————————————

“What! You jumped on a glass coffee table?!” Kai exclaimed, bursting into a fit of laughter as you told him the story of how you wanted to test a glass table by jumping on it, breaking it in the process, obviously.

“Hey! Its not my fault it broke okay!”

“Yeah, right. The table came out of no where and got in your way right?”

“Exactly!” You said sarcastically, folding your arm in a defensive manner, “you get me. But there’s something you need to know about me Kai-”

“That you like glass coffee tables?” He intrupted with another round of laughs.

“No. It’s that I’m just really dumb,” you reponded, and with that, the entire street was filled with your laughters. Thankfully, the street was practically empty at that hour.

It was nearly 11pm as you and Kai made your way back home. The past few hours you spent with your best friend had been fun. After getting ice cream, you headed to the nearby park to walk off the calories. However, you both somehow ended up at the playground playing on the swings, with Kai pushing you, of course. You had fun, but eventually the sun had to call it a day and so did you.

It was a beautiful night, stars filled the sky and the moon hung brightly beside them. You’ve always loved stargazing and one day you hoped to be able to lie in the grass, stargazing with your favourite person.

“So... you planning to confess anytime soon?”

You chocked at Kai’s sudden question, “what?”

“Oh, dont pretend. You know who I’m talking about and i know you’re thinking of him right now.”

Blushing at how obvious you were being, you replied, “no way, he doesn’t like me. Ill just be digging my own grave.”

As if on cue, you felt your phone ring in your back pocket.

“Hold on Kai,” you paused, retrieving your phone.

‘Yeonjun 🥴💓’ you heart fluttered as the screen lit up, revealing the caller. ‘That’s weird, why would he be calling me?’ You thought.

No doubt, Kai saw the name and was now teasing you about it. Kai was the only person you trusted enough to tell about your crush on yeonjun, you didnt know him long at the time, but something about him just drew you in. You hit Kai’s arm and answered the phone, signalling Kai to be quiet.

“Hey yeonjun! What’s up?”

Kai blew a kiss in your direction and you responded by rolling your eyes and shaking your head.

You heard someone at the other end of the line but the voice that replied didn’t belong to the blue haired boy you knew.

“Um hi, is this y/n?”

“Yes, that would be me.”

“Oh hi, um so your friend here passed out and he’s been mubbling your name a lot, so i figured you were the person i should call,” the stranger said, letting out a dry laugh at the awkwardness of the call.

“What? Is he okay? Where is he?” You asked, panic overtaking you.

“Yes, he seems fine, he just had a bit too much to drink. He’s at McClaren’s.”

“Alright, thank you! I’ll go pick him up now!” With that, you hung up.

You turned to face Kai, who was looking at you with the face of confusion, “come on we have to pick up yeonjun, he’s at the bar.”

——————————————————————————

You hailed a taxi and you both jumped in. Your mind flooded with worry as you wondered what could have made yeonjun drink so much. He was fine when you were at the practice room earlier, did you miss something when you left?

The moment you arrived, you rushed into the bar, leaving Kai to pay for the ride. When you stepped in, a mixture of alcohol and smoke filled your senses but you couldn’t care less. Your main goal was ensuring yeonjun was alright.

Your eyes scanned the scene until they fell upon the boy slumbering at bar counter. An open bottle of whiskey rested infront of him. He must have had at least five to six shots. Your eyes soften at this realisation and you made your way over to him. Seeing his sleeping face, you couldn’t help but give a small smile. He just looked so... breathtaking.

Gently nudging him, you tried waking him up. “Yeonjun, wake up, we need to get you home.”

“Y/n?” He said groggily, lifting his head as he slowly woke up, smell of alcohol in his breath.

“Hey, yeah it’s me.”

“You’re not y/n, she’s out with Kai. There’s no way she cared about me enough to come here.”

Hearing this left you at a loss for words. You didn’t care about him enough? It hurt your soul knowing that’s what he thought. The only thing you cared about was him. More than anything.

“It’s been a year and she hasn’t even noticed how much i love her. I love her to point it hurts me so fucking badly. I love her more than Kai ever will. But she always asks him to hang out instead of me. I wish i was her first choice, not him,” he continued, laying his head back down on his arms.

His sudden confession left you speechless. ‘Did he mean it? Or was it just the alcohol talking.’ A million thoughts ran through your head until Kai intrupted them by coming in to look for you.

“There you are, what’s taking so long? Let’s get him and go. Help me get him up,” Kai said, not wanting to stay in the bar any longer than required. After making sure yeonjun had all his belongings, Kai slung Yeonjun’s arm over his shoulders and lead him out of the bar and into the taxi.

Throughout the entire journey back, yeonjun slept peacefully in the back seat and you didn’t mutter a single sentence, his words still on your mind.

Being your best friend, of course Kai noticed something was wrong but he didn’t want to say anything since yeonjun was around, and who knows what he will remember when he sobers up.

After reaching the dorm, you thanked the taxi driver and got out. You opened the dorm door for Kai as he dragged the drunked inside and threw him on the couch, letting out a heavy sigh from all the exercise he’d just done.

Kai followed you into the kitchen as you prepared an aspirin and water for yeonjun when he woke up the next day.

“Okay, what’s wrong? You didn’t say a single thing the entire ride back. What happened before i found you in the bar? And don’t lie to me,” he said, using his arm to lean against the door frame, blocking the exit, preventing you from leaving till he gets a satisfactory answer.

You hesitated, “i... yeonjun... he confessed before you came in. But I’m sure that was just the alcohol talking. He also said he’s hurt by how you’re always my first choice and how I didn’t care enough about him.” You let out an awkward laugh, the glass of water making it obvious how badly your hand was shaking.

Kai’s eyes widened in shock, “that’s great, isn’t it? You like him and, revelation tonight, he likes you. You could ask him again tomorrow if you want. I doubt he’ll remember any of it.”

There was silence as you tried to process everything that happened tonight.

“You should stay here tonight, it’s really late, you can borrow some of my clothes. I’ll take care of him for a while, alright?” Kai continued, taking the glass of water out of your hands.

——————————————————————————

The next morning 8am

Yeonjun woke up, head pounding, throat dry. He couldn’t remember a single thing that happened the previous night. He remembered being angry, then sad, then... nothing. He didn’t even remember how or who got him home.

The dorm was quiet, the other boys hadn’t woken up yet. It was quite early, earlier than yeonjun was used to waking up. Sitting up, he noticed the water and aspirin sitting on the coffee table.

‘Who left this here?’ He wondered, knowing his members definitely wouldn’t do that. They would have been kicking and swearing at him for making them carry him home.

Along with the pill, he downed the glass of water and stood up. He wobbled a bit, legs still asleep but eventually regained his balance and made his way to the kitchen. He heard footsteps approaching him, but he figured it was just one of the boys.

“Oh yeonjun you’re awake, how are you feeling?”

He spun around on his heels, surprised to hear your voice, a voice he would recognise before he even saw your face.

“Y/n- good- good morning,” he stuttered after getting the air knocked out of his lungs. You looked adorable, hair messy, wearing an oversized tshirt that belonged to... Kai. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat.

“I didn’t know you stayed over. Massive headache, but I’ll get over it.”

“Drink a lot of water okay. Why did you drink so much yesterday?” You asked as you made your way to pour yourself a glass of water.

“Oh... i just... didn’t know my own limit i guess.”

Lies.

You let out a ‘hm’ in reponse. “Well, you said some funny stuff last night. Do u remember any of it?” You looked to the ground, not daring to make eye contact with him.

He shook his head.

A dry laugh escaped you lips as you contemplated if you should continue. “Well, i guess you... kind of confessed to me...” you trailed off as you felt a blush creep up to your cheeks.

Yeonjun’s mouth hung open as he looked for the right words to say. Millions of things running through his mind. Should he lie or should he just admit to it? I guess there was no point hiding his crush now, was there?

“Shit... I’m sorry if i made you feel awkward,” he looked down, hand scratching the back of his neck. He took a deep breath and continued, “I’ve liked you for almost a year now. I know you don’t see me that way and I’ve been trying to get over you for a while now, but i just can’t. Since the day i saw you, there’s been an arrow in my heart. I’m sorry.”

You dont see him that way? Gosh, he couldn’t be anymore wrong and it broke your heart. Without thinking, your arms were around him, engulfing him in a hug.

“Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever think i don’t care about you, because i do. I care about you more than anyone, because... i like you too... so much, since the day i met you.”

“Oh, thank god,” he let out in a breath, hugging you back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “You wouldn’t belive how many times I’ve tried telling you and how many times i imagined you would say that.”

You stayed like this for a while, both too happy to say anything.

“You know, there’s a new cafe that opened recently. Would you want to go with me?” You asked, looking up at him, breaking the silence.

“Of course i would,” he replied, resting his forehead against yours. He was grinning like a cheshire, he had gotten his wish.

“Maybe i should have got drunk a long time ago,” he joked, making you giggle.

Just like that, yeonjun felt the arrow in his heart disappear. The once permanent scare was now gone, and he was happier than ever. All it took was a few shots and phone call.

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So this was a bit longer than i usually write. But i really enjoyed writing this, and hope you enjoy reading it!

Masterlist

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Consider if you will, Parent Losleep with kid Virgil and Patton

It has been CONSIDERED

damnit you’ve even started a bullet fic mysterious anon I have other stuff to do but also I love this idea thank you so much

When they got married Logan and Remy were more or less ‘nope. no kids.’ because Remy wasn’t responsible enough and Logan wasn’t sure he could offer the proper emotional balance

It’s been a few years since they got married when they’re in the city and Logan notices that after being roughly bumped into his pocket feels a touch too empty

His wallet’s gone but luckily Remy kept his eyes on the kid who ran into Logan so they follow after him

The kid’s wearing some ratty hoodie and he keeps glancing back at them as he runs, realizing he’s been discovered, and he eventually throws the wallet down, hoping to throw them

Logan grabs it quickly but they still follow because something’s up and they need to get to the bottom of it

The chase more or less ends when they end up in a dead-end alleyway, the thief kid stuffed in one of the corners and shaking and making choked noises while another kid is standing next to him and mumbling things in a calming tone

When calming kid realizes Lo and Rem are there he turns around and throws his arms out to block thief kid like ‘IF YOU WANT HIM YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME FIRST’

Logan and Remy, realizing these are homeless kids trying to survive on their own: fuck we’re getting kids

It is

A LOT of effort to do this

Calming kid (Patton, they learn) is open to the idea but thief kid (Virgil) seems to think being adopted will be the end of them

Patton manages to convince him with something along the lines of ‘I promise I’ll get you out if anything goes wrong’ and that gives Lo and Rem the opposite of fuzzy feelings as to why these kids are homeless in the first place and increases their Need To Adopt

Skip the adopting process they’re a family now!

And it’s fucking awful in the beginning!

Virgil keeps smuggling things into his room, stockpiling food and supplies like he’s always prepared to run (which he is)

Logan and Remy give them separate rooms but every night they find Patton snuggled up with Virgil anyways

Logan questions it one day and Patton’s immediately almost in tears begging that he and Virgil won’t be forced to sleep separately, Virgil gets awful nightmares if he’s alone, please please please don’t keep us apart-

Logan and Remy are just CHILL PLS it’s okay!!!! stay together!!!! we’d never keep you apart why would you think that!!!!!

Patton: ‘our... our parents did that’

Logan and Remy: ‘did these parents have names not for murder purposes no not at all we just wanna talk’

Turns out Virgil and Patton’s parents... really sucked. They don’t give full details, and there wasn’t any physical abuse, but it was a mess, which is why Virgil and Patton eventually ran away

Logan and Remy are just: alright we’re getting you good childhood memories

It’s not the easiest thing in the world

Patton’s... so excited, so feeling, so full of love... in a way neither of his dads completely get. Remy’s better with him, able to react to his excitement with just as much of it, but Logan feels unattached to the sunshine ball, and he feels bad at that

Virgil’s more withdrawn and snarky. Remy’s good with him, too, but Logan’s closer to him, if only because Virgil’s deemed him calming. Remy’s excitement seems to put Virgil on edge, whereas Logan’s quiet way calms him, like Patton does, but in a different way

So at first, the family’s together, but disconnected. Halved, in a way.

It all comes more together after the following two occurrences:

Logan noticing Patton’s been acting off, smiles seeming a little fake and smaller, so he goes to talk to him, refusing to take Patton’s immediate answers of ‘I’m fine! just as always!’ and ‘school’s just been a little busier than usual heh’ until Patton’s smile is so fake it hurts and he’s more or less begging Logan to leave him alone with whatever his problem is

Logan refuses and he comes and sits next to Patton on the bed and awkwardly puts an arm around his shoulder (that’s how one offers comfort, right?) and askes him to tell him what’s wrong, he’s his dad, he just wants to help

Patton looks at him and apparently he sees something genuine in those slightly confused eyes because almost immediately he tears up and wraps his arms around Logan and murmurs incoherently into Logan’s side

Logan’s even more confused but he just tightens his grip and even wraps a second arm around him so it’s a true hug and just tells him in a calm, collected, simple tone that he’ll be alright, it’ll all be alright

Patton admits he’s been stressed about Virgil and school and worrying about what happens if they have to go back to the streets because he can’t do it again, can’t do the cold nights and rude strangers and risky steals

Logan feels something tighten in his chest at that idea, and the emotion in his voice isn’t much but it’s so much more than usual that it rings out when he promises Patton that will never happen again, ever, not as long as he and Remy are around, he knows that Patton and Virgil have had it hard but they’re okay now, they have a real home now, and they’re not going to lose that ever

Patton cries harder at that, but the tears are different, they’re tears of relief and pent up worry that finally has a hopeful answer, and Logan holds him through all of it, because that’s what dads do

They’re closer after that; Patton more appreciative of Logan’s calm and restrained emotions- Logan’s more understanding of Patton’s emotions

Virgil and Remy’s getting close is the opposite way around, in a sense-

Virgil’s been trying to hole up in his room for hours. He’s tired in the emotional way, just sort of numb, refusing to even ‘bother’ Patton with it

Logan’s not sure exactly how to help other than to let him deal with it

A few hours later Virgil’s still in his room and Remy decides to very lovingly fuck Logan’s idea

He comes into Virgil’s room, like ‘alright boi we’re getting you some coffee’

‘I don’t wanna go anywhere tho...’

‘you’re moping too much and it’s sad come on we’ll get yours with a bunch of chocolate mixed in it’ll be fabulous I promise’

Virgil doesn’t really have a choice so he goes along and Remy gets them coffees and Virgil admits his tastes a little nice and it’s warm and he feels a little more awake

He thinks they’ll go home or smth but Remy takes them to a park across the street from the café and sits them down on one of the benches and is basically ‘alright now we play the Logan Is Better game’

‘the... the what game?’

‘we comment about all these passerbyers and how cute they look but then remember we’re married to literally the best man- or in your case, adopted to- in the world so it doesn’t matter’

‘see’ Remy points out one dude going by ‘him? he’s got some very nice eyes. even from here you can see how sparkly green they are’

‘...okay?’

‘but they’re not Logan’s eyes; Logan’s deep blue eyes that look like ocean depths and they’ve got little grey flecks in them that don’t make since but they’re almost like silver and they’re framed by his stupid nerdy glasses that shake on his nose when I can make him laugh and-’

‘Remy that’s gay’ Virgil jokes, because he’s not ready to call anyone dad yet but it is funny, and he’s smiling, and the numb inside of him feels a little bit lesser as Remy just grins at him

‘good’ Remy responds, pointing out another dude  ‘your turn’

And Virgil’s uneasy because what if he does it wrong what if he picks wrong and Remy’s insulted and he gets him and Patton kicked out of their new shelter (and possible home)

So he more or less forces out, ‘he. uh. he looks serious like Logan? but- but uh, he isn’t like, like Logan’s serious, which is more attempting to be serious but not really, because Logan’s actually really nice????’

And it sounds fake and awful and stumbled and he hates it and Remy hates it and-

‘oh, nice one! psychoanalyzing them. neat. now do you see that dude over there he’s got a nice floof of hair but five bucks says it’s not as fluffy and fun to play with as Lo’s’

And they just... continue. Remy covers more than Virgil and he always agrees with the ones that Virgil does and slowly but surely Virgil feels better and better until he’s truly smiling

Remy finishes his drink and gets up and heads to go and Virgil’s shuffling a bit behind him and Remy’s just ‘what’s up hun’

Virgil ‘I uh... I just wanted to say...’ (softer) ‘thanks for today. it was... it was really nice’

Remy: ‘always happy to help’ and he says it lightly and half-jokingly like always but it’s also sincere and meaningful and nice and Virgil ducks his head to hide the shine of tears in the reality that maybe this is a good home and Remy just pretends he doesn’t notice them as they head home and he annoyingly and purposefully off-keyily sings along to all the songs

And now they’re closer, too!

There’s still problems- Remy and Logan are a great couple but slightly dysfunctional parents- but it’s alright, because they’re trying; they’re all trying, so much, to be a family, and at the end of the day, maybe that’s all that matters

Also bonus that I thought of but doesn’t fit in the story:

Patton/Virgil talking about how emotionless Logan is around Remy

Not in the bad way, just the observational way

And Remy’s just ‘babes he is as emotionless as a drama student he’s just good at faking it’

Virgil/Patton are like ‘are you sure tho’

Remy ‘alright bet’

And Logan wanders into the room a bit later and Remy’s immediately up and standing next to him and Logan’s just ‘??? did something happen while I was away???’

Remy: ‘only the utter crime of me not being able to see your gorgeous face’

Logan, turning red at an alarming rate: !!!

Remy just keeps complimenting him tho until Logan is all but a puddle in Remy’s arms and Lo’s just ‘pls pls Remy stop you’re embarrassing me in front of the kids’ and Remy’s just

*while pressing light little kisses all over Logan’s face* ‘shhhh we’re cute’

aka this scene is just Remy Proves Logan Has Emotions By Flustering Him because Logan deserves to be flustered godsdamnit

Tagging @sign-from-god-complex and @blinksinbewilderment (even if the latter is sleebing right now) because Losleep

[ruthoakenshield]

The Lady in the Black Leather (Ch17)

Catch up Here: [chapter 16]

Richard x reader

Graham and Phantom come walking in and see Rich is on the phone talking to someone quietly in the corner of the room.

 Graham unhooks Phantom who goes over to greet Rich. Graham quietly sets the bags down on a chair and lays the dog bed off to the side of the room where it will be out of the way. He takes the food and water bowls and stand out of the bag and set the stand along one wall.

 Graham takes the bowls to the sink and washes them with soap and water, then dries the food one with a paper towel. The other bowl he fills with water and brings it to the stand and places it in there. Then he opens the food bag and pours some food into the other bowl. He places that bowl in the stand as well.

 Phantom comes over to inspect what Graham is doing and then goes to munch for a bit once Graham moves away from the food stand. He chuckles and puts the dog food bag in one of the closets with Harley’s clothes and her messenger bag.

 Once Richard is off the phone, he comes back over and sits by Harley.

 Graham sits in a chair on the other side of the bed, across from Richard.

 “Lee says he’ll stop by later on in the week.” He tells Rich as he calls Phantom over and puts the new tag on his collar. Phantom stands on his hind legs to check on you and sees you’re still sleeping, so he goes to his bed, flops down and rolls around on it till he is comfy and goes to sleep.

 Graham chuckles.

 Aiden and Scarlett showed up a few minutes later with a pretty bouquet of flowers and a balloon for you. They put it on the windowsill where you can see it when you wake up.

 Aiden, Scarlett, Rich and Graham talk about what happened today quietly so as not to bother you.

 “How the hell did they find out where we all lived?” Graham asked, annoyed.

 Everyone shrugged. You had woken up but had kept your eyes closed trying to figure out what was going on. Feeling groggy from the meds.

 “He is a very resourceful asshole.” You reply quietly, cringing at the pain as you moved your leg. Everyone stopped talking and looked at you surprised. You open your eyes and look around.

 “Sweetheart, did we wake you?” Rich asks, concerned.

 “No, Hun, I’ve been awake for a bit, was just trying to make sense of where I was and what was going on before opening my eyes. Where am I?” You tell him and ask as he leans over and kisses your forehead.

 “You’re in the hospital, Sweetheart. They had to do surgery on your leg to get the bullet wound cleaned and stitched up. The bullet went straight through your leg and into the car door. You’re in your hospital room now.” he tells you.

 You nod. “Oh. That would explain why my leg hurts.” You say.

 You turn your head to see who all was there. Aiden, Scarlett, Graham & Rich were all there surrounding your bed. “Where’s Phantom?” you ask worriedly.

 Graham chuckles. “Don’t worry, Lass. He’s fine. Sleeping on his new bed over in the corner of the room.” He tells you.

 “Graham, you asked how my ex found where you all were living. My ex has connections all over the city, and he doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. He is ruthless and is clever and manipulative. He doesn’t ever give up till he gets what he wants. He wanted to send a message that he means to hurt all of my friends if I didn’t go back to him. I don’t know how you got past him without being harassed by him at Aiden’s unless he arrived after you all did and before we did.” You tell him and sigh quietly.

 Phantom comes over when he hears your voice and nuzzles and licks your hand, whining quietly.

 You sigh and pet Phantom’s head. “It’s ok, boy, I’m right here. Go lay down.” You tell the dog.

 Graham shakes his head. “He must’ve shown up after I arrived, Lass. I didn’t see anyone, and I walked in the front doors. Aid and Scar went in through the underground parking.” He told you.

 “They got them all, Love, including your ex. So, there’s no need to worry anymore.” Richard tells you.

 You look up at him surprised. “Yeah, but will they get out on bail again?” you say dejectedly.

 He frowns. “I don’t know, Love, Alex didn’t say. It didn’t sound like they would though. He wants me to take a look at the restraining order you got, can I see it, please, Love?” he asks you.

 You nod and tell him to pull it out of your bag’s front pocket. He goes and gets it then sits back down by the bed to read it.

 Graham comes over and ask to see it too. You nod.

 They both read through it and Richard notices the two dates. “The first hearing is in two days and the other one is a few days after that.” Richard sighs.

 He pulls out his phone and enters the court hearings into his phone and sends a message to his agent about them and that he will need to make sure these two dates are kept clear of any activities or appointments. She messages back that the only thing he had was filming and she would explain things to the director to see if they could reschedule his scenes for another time.

 Graham puts the dates into his phone too and does the same with his agent. She tells him his schedule looks clear for those dates and he tells her to keep it that way. He asks if there’s anything scheduled for tomorrow and she tells him no. He tells her to keep it clear for him then hangs up.

 Richard looks at him funny. “You gotta work tomorrow, remember? You have that huge scene to do and there’s no way they’ll let you out of it! I’ll stay with her and keep her company while you’re at work, so she isn’t alone after all this.” He offers.

 Richard groans, having forgotten he will be filming all day tomorrow. He growls.

 “Don’t worry, Rich, go do your filming. We’ll keep her occupied and safe.” Graham tells his friend.

 Richard looks down at you, asleep on the bed again. Your friends all stay near you and talk quietly trying to figure out ways to keep you entertained while you’re in the hospital.

 Rich was going to wake you to ask you about doing the video call with the judge, but Graham stops him.

 Graham looks down at you. “Let her sleep for a bit, Rich, she looked exhausted and stressed when you two got to the hospital this morning.” He stated. “Didn’t ya get much sleep last night?” he teased.

 Richard looked at his friend with a completely deadpanned expression and said, “Like I told you, we watched a movie and cuddled then went to bed and slept in.”

 Graham smirked. “And???”

 Richard rolled his eyes at Graham. “And that’s all you’re getting.” He said as he got up and looked at you, brushing your hair out of your face that had come loose from your crown.

 “I gotta go talk to the director, and call my lawyer, agent and publicist I’ll be back in a little bit.” He told Graham, Aiden and Scarlett.

 Aiden, Scarlett & Graham nodded and sat quietly and talked while you slept.

 When you woke up an hour later, you looked around. Aiden and Scarlett were playing a board game on the bedside table they had rolled over by where they were sitting, and Graham sat by you reading his book. He glances over when he sees you stir and chuckles at your confused expression.

 “He had to go talk to our director and make a few calls, Sweetheart. He’ll be back in a bit. Asked us to stay with ya.” He tells you.

 You sigh.

 “Ya doing all right, Harley?” Graham asks coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed by you. He reaches up and tucks your flyaway hair back in it’s place that came loose from your crown while you slept.

 You shake your head. “I feel just drained. I’m tired of all this mayhem and feel horrible that I put so many people’s lives in danger. People lost their homes and possessions because of me living there, and Todd almost got killed because he hired me! You all were being stalked because you befriended me, and now my Ex tried to attack Rich and I.” you say and feel your eyes start to burn as tears form from the pent up worry and stress.

 Graham sighs and looks at Phantom who is licking your hand and nuzzling it trying to give you some comfort. He picks the dog up and sets him on the bed next to you. Phantom lays down and nuzzles your arm. You pet him and calm down, but still feel like you need a good, hard cry.

 Graham pulls you to sit up. “Come here lass,” he says and sits on the edge of the bed again. You lean over to him sniffling and tears roll down your cheeks. He opens his arms and pulls you in for a hug. You try not to cry, but he just holds you and gently rubs your back.

 “It’s all right, Sweetheart. Go ahead and cry if ye need to. I know ye’ve been under a lot of unnecessary stress. We aren’t mad at ye for any of this. None of it’s yer fault. Ye can’t control what others do and say. But we’re glad to have met ye and are here for ye through all this, ok?”

He tells you as you nod and start to cry.

 Aiden comes over and sits on the edge of the bed opposite Graham and Scarlett rubs your shoulder.

 “Graham’s right, Hun. None of this is your fault. Ben was an insane control freak and sooner or later he’ll pay for what he has done to you and everyone else, one way or another he will get his comeuppance. You have Phantom now, and he’ll keep you safe, and we will do our best to keep you safe as well.” She tells you.

 Aiden leans over to calm Phantom down, “It’s ok, boy. She just needs to let out some stress and cry. She’ll be fine.”

 Phantom leans against your good leg and whines quietly, then sits down and rubs his big, fluffy head on your tummy.

 Aiden looks up at Graham wondering what to do. Graham just raises an eyebrow and shrugs.

 You finally calm down. And Graham lets you go. “Feel better?” he asks.

 “A little.” You reply.

 He chuckles. “Sometimes ye just gotta cry and let the stress out, kiddo. Won’t do any good holding it in. It’ll just make ye sick.” He tells you as he takes a tissue from Scarlett and dries your tears.

 “Now, how about something to eat?” he asks. You shrug.

 Aiden grins, “I know just the thing! Stay here, I’ll be right back!” he exclaims and goes running off to the cafeteria.

 Graham looks down at you and caresses your face. “You and Rich doin’ ok?” he asks. You nod. “Yeah, Pops. He’s treatin’ me like a princess.” You tell him.

 He grins. “Good.” He tells you. “How’d last night go?” he asks you.

 You grin. “It went fine. He made me chocolate covered strawberries and we had wine and he made Lee’s homemade pepperoni pizza, which I have GOT to get the recipe for!” you tell him.

 Graham chuckles. “Good luck with that one, Sweetie, Lee rarely shares recipes.” He tells you, causing you to frown and pout.

 “So, what else did ye two do? Rich says you watched a movie.” Graham says.

 You grin mischievously, “Yeah, we watched his favourite one, though he failed to mention it’s name and I didn’t catch it when the movie first started.” You explain.

 Graham grins. “Distracted, were ye?” he asks.

 You giggle and nod. “Just a bit… I mean, chocolate dipped strawberries, homemade pizza and wine! Um, total distraction!” you grin and wiggle your eyebrows.

 Graham and Scarlett laugh.

 Just then, Graham looks up and chuckles when he sees Aiden coming back with a HUGE ice cream Sundae that is covered in chocolate, caramel, brownie bites, strawberry slices and banana slices. He has 5 spoons and a small bowl of vanilla ice cream for Phantom.

 You laugh at the ridiculous ice cream sundae he is carrying and Graham smiles. He pulls the bedside table over your lap where Aiden plopped the HUGE Sundae and you call Phantom over and give him the ‘come’ sign. He comes over and Aiden gives him the bowl of ice cream down on the floor.

Phantom sniffs it and looks up at you confused. You grin and Aiden picks up the bowl. He takes a little on his finger and puts it on Phantom’s nose. Phantom licks it off and then looks at the bowl confused. Aiden scoops another little bit on his finger and holds it out to him. He sniffs it and gives it a hesitant lick. “Good Boy!” Aiden tells him and his tail thumps.

 Aiden holds the bowl out and Phantom sniffs it again and licks the ice cream. “Yes! There ya go!” he tells him and puts it on the floor. Phantom lays down and licks at his ice cream while the four of you dig into the sundae.

 “Come on!” he tells you all, “Hurry before it melts! If we’re lucky, we’ll finish it before Rich, gets back!” he giggles.

 Soon Richard returns and Aiden groans, “Aw man! Now he’s gonna inhale the rest!” and everyone laughs.

 Richard grins when he sees that you’re awake and gets a bigger grin when he sees what you’re eating. He stands beside your bed and you look up at him.

 “Aid hoped we’d be able to finish it before you came back.” You said and giggled.

 He raised an eyebrow to Aiden who smirked. “Anyone want any more?” Aiden asked.

 You all laughed. “Naah, Aid, I’m stuffed.” Scarlett tells him.

 Graham chuckled. “I’ve had my sugar quota for the day now! I’m gonna have to hit the gym for an hour now ta work it all off!” he grins.

 You shake your head. “I’ve had enough, thanks Aiden.”

 Aiden shrugs, “I guess the rest is yours, Rich.” He tells him with a grin.

 Richard smirks, and goes to pull up a chair next to Aiden but Aiden just stands and motions for Rich to sit where he had been sitting. Rich nods and sits down.

 Phantom had positioned himself on your right side by Aiden and Graham and Scarlett were on your left.

 You look down and chuckle. Aiden looks down and sees Phantom’s bowl is empty and he has ice cream all over his face. Aiden busts up laughing, which makes Phantom look up.

 Richard glances down and grins, he motions for the dog to ‘come’ and the poor confused dog comes over to him. Richard motions for him to ‘sit’. And Phantom does.

 Richard takes a napkin and his bottle of water and gets the napkin wet. He wipes off the ice cream from the dog’s face, chuckling. “How did you ever get ice cream all over your face, boy?” he asks the dog.

 Phantom just looks at him and then at Aiden, who is still giggling. Phantom ‘wuffs’ at Aiden like he’s blaming Aiden for it, and Richard glances over at Aiden.

 Aiden looks at him and says, “What? I just got him a little bowl of it for a treat. How was I supposed to know he’d never had ice cream before! You should have seen how confused he was! I had to show him what to do with it. He had no idea how to eat it!” Aiden replied laughing.

 Richard chuckled. “Made a mess of it did ya?” he asks the dog.

  “Wuff” Phantom replied making him grin. “There… now you’re all cleaned up.” He tells the dog. “I’ll just take that, so you don’t get into it again.” He says as he leans down and grabs the bowl.

 They all chuckle and Richard digs into the rest of the sundae and finishes it off.

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[chris-evanslover]

All is Fair in Love and War

Summary: Best Friends Tom and OFC Lia get into an argument about Lia flirting with a guy when they go out. Tom’s jealousy snaps and he tells her how he really feels.

Warning: Angst, Fluff Ending (bc im a sap)

Word Count: 2.1K

I slammed the door closed of the Uber Tom and I took back to our shared apartment, stomping up the stairs till I reached our door, Tom following close behind me. He knew better than to talk right now, I was livid. Tom and I are roommates when he's in New York. We’ve known each other for a few years and became really close friends. Best friends if you will. Tom spends a lot of time in New York for press, filming and sometimes just to spend time here. I had extra room in my apartment and I offered for him to keep some stuff here instead of just getting a hotel every-time he comes to the city, which is often.

It was Tom’s idea to go out tonight, I for one was content with binging movies on the couch in our pajamas but Tom knows his puppy eyes can’t be denied by me. That’s how I ended up in a stuffy, crowded and posh nightclub downtown. Tom told me to wait at the bar and order him a drink, he knew some people that would be here tonight and he had to go say hi to them. I took a seat at the bar and ordered Tom a pint and myself a Rum and Coke. Paying close attention to my drink, I saw out of the corner of my eye that someone had slid into the seat next to me. Assuming it was tom I pushed the beer in his direction but when I looked up it wasn’t Tom, it was a very attractive man. He looked about 6 foot tall, had the build of a baseball player with bright green eyes and brown hair, completing his look with some scruff that really fit him.

“Sorry for shoving the beer in your face I thought you were my friend” “I don’t mind when it’s a pretty girl like yourself, I hope the friend isn’t a boyfriend?” So we’re flirting? Okay say less. I laughed and said “No he’s not, he asked me to order him a beer while he said hi to some people” “And he just left you alone at the bar?” “Well-I mean-No, I came here voluntarily instead of following him around while he said his hellos” he laughed and said he was just joking around “I’m Nate, it’s nice to meet you-” he held out his hand for a shake “Lia” I shook his hand, “Lia, very fitting” “Yeah what’s that supposed to mean?” I looked at him while swirling my drink in my hand before taking a sip. “Well you know, elegant name for a beautiful girl” I felt my cheeks heat up and laughed, not used to being flirted with this openly. “Thank you, So Nate tell me about yourself”. Nate began to tell me that he is a trainer for the New York Yankees. Aha I knew he had something to do with baseball. He asked me about my job which I told him I worked for a publishing house and all about my love for reading.

I didn’t realize how long had passed, about 45 minutes I was talking to Nate. He was genuinely nice, not pushy, sweet but a little mischievous, in a good way. I started looking around the club for Tom, a little annoyed he left me this long. Yeah I have Nate to keep me company but Tom doesn’t know that. Nate noticed me looking around and asked if everything was okay. “Yeah yeah I just don’t know where my friend is, he said he wouldn’t be long but I've been sitting here for close to an hour” “Would you like me to help you find him?” “You know what yeah I would thanks, let’s start over here”. Nate and I circled the club looking for Tom, I showed him a picture where you couldn’t really make out his face but you could make out his features, not wanting Nate to freak out if he recognized him. Some people are weird like that when it comes to celebrities.

I spotted Tom’s curls towards the back of the club, he was sitting on a couch with a Blonde model sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck. I scoffed and rolled my eyes but before I could walk back to Nate, we locked eyes and his face dropped. He’s free to do whatever and whoever he wants, we’re just friends but the fact that he left me alone is what i’m particularly mad about. I led Nate back to the bar, telling him I found him and all is good. We continued talking for about a couple minutes when I felt someone come up behind me and slid their arm around my waist and press a kiss to the back of my head. I spun around quickly ready to lay into whatever creep just did this but I was faced with Tom who was obviously drunk. “We should go home Love”. Nate spoke up when he said this “Lia do you know him? if you don’t we can move somewhere you’re not uncomfortable” “Shes not going anywhere with you mate” Tom basically growled out. My jaw dropped. What the actual fuck was his problem.

Not wanting Tom to make a scene no matter the expense (my expense) I told Nate, “I’m sorry, I should really take him home, thanks for a lovely night though” “Wow really, I genuienly wanted to get to know you too, but have fun babysitting” Nate grumbled and went somewhere away from the bar before I turned to Tom who looked unfazed. I was so mad at him but I couldn’t make a scene. Ordering an uber, Tom kept trying to talk to me as if everything was fine and dandy. The uber was 2 minutes away and I just wanted to go to sleep but Thomas wouldn’t keep his trap shut. “You know that guy probably only wanted to fuck you right” “What the actual fuck is wrong with you” “I’m just saying, don’t get so butthurt, I did you a favor” You scoffed at him, he was being an asshole.

Tom was rarely like this, you guys got on so organically and barely argued. Drunk Tom is a different story, all bets are off because he can be quite the little shit when he’s under the influence. I got a notification that the uber had arrived, I told Tom we were leaving and we got in the car which then took off in the direction of our apartment. I could feel Tom looking at me the entire ride but I was too angry with him at the moment to look back. The car parked and I got out with a huff, stomping up the stairs and unlocking our door. I kicked my heels off and made a B-Line for my room. Tom came in the apartment right behind me and called my name “Lia, wait, please”

“Leave me alone Tom” “No-I Fucked up” I turned to him, we’re standing approximately 6 feet apart in the kitchen. “Yeah you did, you really did and I would like to go to bed forgetting about tonight all together so can you give me that. Can you give me the decency of letting me just go to bed” “Can we please talk about this” completely ignored what I just said, thanks Tom. “What’s there to talk about Tom? The fact that you disappeared on me for almost an hour, Or that when I found you, you had some model in your lap. Or the fact that you felt the need to scare off a guy I was actually having a good time with. Or that you think he just wanted to fuck me is that it?” You were bright red in the face starting to raise your voice at Tom, letting all your pent up frustration from the night out, but you weren’t done. “IS THAT ALL I AM IN YOUR EYES TOM, HUH? SOMEONE TO FUCK? WELL IM NOT, IM A HUMAN BEING, WITH FEELINGS. YOU WERE THE LAST PERSON I EVER EXPECTED TO SAY THAT TO ME” He looked at you, slightly nervous.

“I left you alone because I saw you were having a good time and I didn’t want to interrupt” You laughed “You didn’t want to interrupt? What did someone hold a gun to your back and make you interrupt us then? Was it the girl on your lap?” “Stop with that seriously” He raised his voice, I don’t think he’s ever raised his voice at me. “You’re unbelievable” “Why? Why am I the one that’s unbelievable” “Are you being SERIOUS RIGHT NOW! WHY’D YOU INTERRUPT US THEN?” “BECAUSE I CAN’T STAND YOU BEING WITH ANOTHER GUY”

What? Where is this coming from, Tommy give me strength. “Where is this coming from Tom?” you lowered your voice volume by a million, barely whispering. “I didn’t plan on telling you like this Hell, I didn’t plan on telling you this at all. I don’t want to ruin our relationship” “Spit it out Holland” “I’m in Love with you”

I didn’t think my headache could get any more complicated but here we were yelling at each other in our kitchen at 1 in the morning. When I didn’t say anything he kept talking.

“I’ve been in Love with you for as long as I can remember but I pushed it down because I didn’t think you felt the same way. I don’t want our relationship to fall through because of this but looking at you here, now I, I had to tell you, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and seeing you tonight with him? It hurt so much more than I thought it would. So yeah I got wasted and this chick Amber sat on my lap before I pushed her off 2 minutes later, of course though the one time you see me is at that moment when she’s on my lap. I know you’re mad at me and I hate that I’m the one that made you angry but I just ask that you try to see this from my side. I understand if you don’t feel the same way It’s okay, I just, I’m terrified of losing you Lia. You’re the best thing I have.”

I’m speechless, not many times in my life have I been speechless but here I am with one thought only in my head. I really want to kiss him. So I do, I walked the couple steps till I reached Tom and cupped his cheeks in my hands, pulling him down so that our lips could meet. He reciprocated the kiss immediately, Starting off slow but quickly building in speed and passion. When we tore apart he looked at me in the eyes, “I meant every word I said” “I know you did” “What does this mean? Do you feel the same?” “This means I could see myself feeling the same, Make me fall in love with you Tommy” “It’s a big task but I think I can manage” he smiled and kissed you again, you never wanted him to stop.

“Does being Spider-Man get me any brownie points” You teasingly smacked him upside the head to which you both laughed. “C’mon Spidey, let’s watch something” “Yes ma’am, You choose” Oh, you were going to enjoy Tom trying to impress you.

A/N: Ahhh I had so much fun writing this holy shit.

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Stories Over Burgers (Happy Hogan and Morgan Stark)

Summary: for some reason I cant stop picturing Morgan as an outcast in school. Like Lilo from Lilo and Stitch. The line from the movie where Lilos talking to Nani and she says “they’re afraid of me” and Nani says “They just don’t know what to say.” BC HER PARENTS ALSO DIED. I mean, can’t you just imagine ? her dad was fucking iron man and she has so many stories she wants to share bc she loved her daddy 3,000 but a mean kid shows her Mysterios ‘evidence’ about tony being a bad guy. Happy ‘Protective Dad’ Hogan drives to pick her up after school only to see her in the courtyard fighting with one of the kids. I kind of changed the FFH mid credits scene to be a little more detailed about Tony’s part in Spider-Man’s inheritance of the tech. roll with it and be sad with me.

Warnings: spoilers to SM:FFH and Endgame

Word Count: 1.7k

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Happy enviously scans the sidewalk where plenty of timely children sit waiting for their guardians to pick them up.

‘You’d think after 6 hours in a chair the kid would be brimming with pent up energy she could spend running to the car. Maybe I should get her a watch that beeps when it’s time to head to the car loop.’ He thought to himself.

Releasing a long slow exhale through his nose, he unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car. He’s come to learn that if you ask politely, the administrative office will summon your student over the loud speakers.

‘What’s holding her up?’

His walk to the office came to slow down when he heard childish yells and taunts. He grumbled at the association the sound held in his mind. ‘Kids probably fighting in the courtyard over a pudding cup.’

As he continued towards the yard in question, the administrative office nestled at the end of it, he narrowed his eyes and listened closer. ‘That kind of sounds like... Morgan?’

His walking pace hastened into a speed walk as the classic ring of students watching a fight came into view.

Just as he suspected, a little girl consisting mostly of long brown hair could be seen and heard yelling and stomping in anguish. Definitely Morgan. The kids started chanting ‘fight’ and Happy knew it was about to get physical. He quickly jumped in to stop it all together. The sight of an adult/ authoritative figure made the bystanders scatter.

“Alright, now what’s goin on here? Break it up!”

His large adult hand wraps around Morgans minuscule arm gently yet firmly to pull her away. The girls purposefully avoid eye contact.

He lets a huff out of his chest in annoyance at the silence.

“You two had a lot to say a couple seconds ago, why so quiet now? What. Happened?” At this point the principal was standing by and taking in the scene quietly.

Morgan whispers, “She said he was a bad guy.”

Happys brows crease together in confusion as he bends down at the knee so he’s eye level with her, “Who was a bad guy?”

Her voice trembles and her hair, previously pinned back with pink clips which were now lost in the mess of grass beneath them, hides her teary eyes as she can only make a sound of frustration. Being young meant articulating the world with a fraction of functioning vocabulary. It was frustrating, Happy knew that. He and Pepper always took their time with Morgan. Especially after all she’s been through.

“Morgan? Who was a bad guy?” His voice is much softer now.

She continues to refuse to make eye contact.

He sighs and his eye level falls to his shoes upon realizing who was awarded the title ‘bad guy’.

Morgan ripped her arm out of his grasp and backed up about a foot. Her eyes stayed low. She needed a little space to think and breathe through it. Just like he taught her.

Her mother always said ‘You’ve got your fathers looks and brain. It’s fitting you get his temper to top it off.” It was never maliciously spoken. Only... melancholic.

Happy resumed standing and exchanged words with the principal.

It felt like an eternity to Morgan. Her tummy felt upset at the thought of getting into trouble. But it felt even more upset when the girl began to preach about someone she didn’t know.

“Morgan? Did you hear me?” He remained standing tall this time as he spoke to her. “Your principal said you have to stay home tomorrow.” He’s seen her enough to know when she’s about to explode with emotion. “You caused a scene and almost broke into a fight. Your mom is gonna discipline you accordingly. It’s gonna be fine.”

Morgan’s breathing slightly quickened and her throat felt tight. Her eyes were burning hot as she looked up at him and the oceans began pouring out of her tear ducts.

“I’m sorry, Happy.”

He believed her wholeheartedly.

“Let’s just... Let’s head home, okay?” He held his hand out. Open and inviting.

She graciously accepted.

They walked side by side all the way to the car.

Holding open the door, he felt both sad and proud as she buckled herself in.

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“Two cheeseburgers, one without onions or pickles and the other with extra onions and pickles. One large fry, one small HI-C and one large Diet Coke. That’ll be all, thank you.”

She played with her hands as he ordered.

The backseat wasn’t very eventful when you lose your iPad for causing a ‘ruckus’ as her mother put it. Happy of course called Pepper as soon as they got into the car. The iPad was the only thing around at the moment that would suffice as a good punishment till they got home. Then she’d get a whole other talk and loss of privilege.

The smell of the car quickly turned from clean leather to hot French fries and ketchup as the bags came in through the window.

Happy put them in the empty passengers seat and rolled into a parking spot on the other side of the building. He turned the car off and passed back her order.

“Don’t forget to use a napkin this time.” He spoke after taking a chunk out of his burger. “Your last ketchup stain was a pain.”

Her lips perked up for the first time in a half hour. A long time for a child like Morgan not to smile.

“That rhymed, Happy!”

He felt a rush of relief pass through him. She wasn’t too upset to enjoy his Seuss-like antics.

“Yeah, I guess it did.” They looked at each other through the rear view window. After a considerable amount of time passed he spoke. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

The rustling of her burger wrapper ceased.

“No.”

Happy ate a few more bites, finishing the rest of his sandwich. He didn’t want to pry but he needed to make sure this wouldn’t happen again.

He didn’t care about her defending herself. It was the right thing to do. He cared about her feelings being hurt in a place she’s supposed to be happy and learning.

“Can you at least tell me how it started?”

The car was deathly silent for a few seconds straight. The air was loud, louder than they were. Just when he thought the entire subject was a lost cause, he heard a meek voice.

“My teacher was talking about rockets. The space ones.” She paused to recollect, glancing in the mirror and noticing him offer his full attention. “So I told him about daddy’s rockets. I told him how he used them to fly and save people.”

She had to pause between a few words to take audible breaths. It was a hard subject to cover.

“And then I had to go potty so he excused me and when I came back, my table buddies were talking.” She stopped for a couple seconds to take a sip of her juice. “They said their parents watch the news and that it said daddy was a bad guy. That he didn’t really save people and he tried to hurt them.” Her voice was soft and held a confused tone.

Happys heart sank as he tried to think up a way to steer her out of his information hole. He didn’t want her only memories of her father to be tarnished by the bored pieces of crazed writers and an insane super villain. He paused before speaking with a hopeful tone.

“Morgan, do you know how well I knew your dad?” She shook her head. “Well, I started as just a driver. Taking him from spot to spot.”

She perked up. “Like how you drive me to school?”

He smiled slightly. ���That’s right. And then he promoted me to head of security.”

“He said you were forehead of secur-”

“See, he always got those words a little fumbled. Th-That wasn’t my title. The point is— Let’s get back on track— the point is: your dad trusted me.” He spoke quickly and jumbled while attempting to get the conversation back on course as she giggled out loud. “We weren’t just people who worked together. We were friends. Close friends. I knew a lot about your dad. I knew stuff about him before he did sometimes.” He thought back to the start of Tony and Peppers relationship. “So believe me when I say this.. are you listening?”

Sensing the change in pace at the end of his speech, she nodded, fully captivated by his words.

“Good, okay.” He locked eyes with her in the mirror. “Your dad loved you so much, kiddo. He loved you. He loved your mom too.” He took a moment to unbuckle his seatbelt and turn around so he could look at her formally. “He loved people. He protected you, your mom and everyone in the world until the very end.”

She was too young to grasp the levity of his words but he continued. She needed to hear this so her father could remain the hero he was in her little mind.

“He never once hurt anyone intentionally without the protection of everyone else he loved in mind. Your table buddies didn’t know him the way I did. So you can trust me and ignore them, okay? Your dad was a good man, not a bad guy. I would know.” She was quiet. Not the bad quiet but the thinking to herself quiet.

“Okay.”

He chuckled softly at her graceful lack of words. His were definitely too much for an eight year old.

“You know what? I’m gonna tell you something.” He held a joking tone which was barely above a whisper.

“What?” She matched his tone with a small smile.

“Your dads rockets didn’t always work. Sometimes they knocked him onto his butt.” He smiled fondly at the memories as she laughed.

“That’s funny, Happy.” She munched on a French fry and sipped the rest of her juice. Her feet kicked and swayed the whole drive home. Her mood had significantly increased.

As Happy drove himself home later that night, he reflected on how much Tony gave to others. The muddy and wrong picture Mysterio painted of him wasn’t right and wasn’t fair.

It was then and there he decided that for every bad story Morgan heard about Tony that made her cry, he would tell her two more that would make her laugh. Happy meal included.

And boy, did he have enough stories to last a lifetime.

[1000roughdrafts]

Like Brothers

Summary: The night before this story takes place, you decided to leave your abusive, alcoholic boyfriend for good. Working on the set of Supernatural, you aren’t surprised that Jared and Jensen pick up on your new emotions. When they ask you what’s going on, their brotherly love kicks in. 

A/N: Hope you enjoy this :)  @spnsongchallengebingo

Warnings: angst (I think?), sad reader, (does a supportive J2 count as fluff?)

Pairings: none, general    Characters: Jensen, Jared, Reader, SPN cast (mentioned)  

Word Count: 1,775

Square Filled: My Own Worst Enemy - Lit

You are leaving your trailer to head back onto set, already running late when your phone rings. Frustration fills you, especially after looking at the caller ID. Derek, your ex, calling for the fiftieth time today. No, that’s not a figure of speech with him. He’s literally called you fifty three times in the last eight hours, asking what he’s done to make you leave. 

Reluctantly, you answer in an attempt to tell him off. “Derek, if you call me one more time -” 

“Y/N, listen to me. Can we just forget about it? I was drunk! I didn’t know what I was doing!” 

You roll your eyes, continuing to walk onto set, smiling at Jared and Jensen as they walked past with Misha. Jared tilts his head at you, with those puppy dog eyes and you know you’re caught. Soon, they’ll be asking questions. 

“You call me one more time and I will be calling the cops. Do you understand me?” You bark as soon as the boys are out of ear shot and then hang up, turning your phone off completely.  

As you walk into wardrobe, you look at the options that have been laid out for this take. You know you’re lucky to have a long term roll on the longest running science fiction show out there, especially as a woman. After suffering through the makeup and getting on your outfit, you head out onto set. 

“Y/N!” Flipping around, you see Jared and Jensen jogging to catch up to you, already in their Winchester attire. The two of them look you over in a Castiel-type of way, like they are scanning for injuries to heal. 

You squint your eyes between the two of them, “what?” 

“Is everything okay?” Jensen softly asks, leaning his head towards you and keeping his voice soft. He’s generous in that way, doing what he can to not involve other people. 

“Everything is fine, Jensen.” You try to force a smile, but your eyes are too watery for credibility. Jensen’s head tilts at you, folding the corners of his lips up just slightly into a sympathetic smile. You sigh, dropping the facade, and looking at your feet momentarily before glancing at Jared. 

Lowering your voice, you take a small step closer to the two of them. They bow their heads down as you whisper. “If I talk about this now, I’m going to cry. If I cry, I’m going to mess up my makeup. If I mess up my makeup, we have to wait to do this take while they fix it and I just want to get this over with, don’t you?” Without giving them a chance to respond, you turn on your heel and head onto set. 

Blowing through the scene is easy. Your character was a new angel, the first human to be changed into an angel without a possession. Y/C/N lost her memories of being a hunter, of being with the Winchesters and of being human all together. In essence, your character was born again and fighting against Misha’s character for him spending time with the Winchesters. As a new angel, Y/C/N didn’t understand why Castiel was seeking out help from them. 

With all of your pent up anger about your ex, some of the punches that were supposed to be orchestrated, you’d accidentally followed through on. Misha was understanding, he’s dealt with it in the past and confided that you hadn’t hit him that hard. The scene ended with Y/C/N getting a few of her memories back, and with a few more scenes for Jared and Jensen to run through you gather up all of the stuff from your trailer to make a clean get away.

“Hey, Anne,” you whisper to one of the PA’s. She turns to look at you, eyes wide and mouth full of the bagel she holds in her hand. You let out a soft chuckle, holding up your hand, “you can eat. I just was wondering if you would book me a hotel room. My phone is dead and I don’t have a charger.” She nods her head, taking a peak at the watch on her wrist. Patting her shoulder, you smile and sneak out to your car. 

As soon as you shut your door behind you, you unleash all of your emotions as the tears rush down your cheeks. You cover your face and slouch down in your seat. With a shaking hand you try to reach behind you for the seat belt, but the stirring in your stomach drops you against the steering wheel. A few minutes pass before you hear a tapping on your window. Jolting up, you rapidly swipe your hands across your face in an attempt to clear the tears away before rolling down your window. 

Jared leans to a crouch, while Jensen drops his hands to his knees and leans towards you. “Y/N,” Jared coos. “Please let us be here for you. We know what happened and we just want to help you.” 

A few fugitive tears fall down your cheeks, “how?” 

Jensen helps himself to opening your door, forcing Jared out of the way. He gently grabs onto your arm and pulls you to your feet. “He called us, the director, and one of the PA’s demanding to know where you were.” 

Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops. “What? He did?” A heat fills you, your eyebrows turn down and you reach into your pocket to whip your phone out. Jared rips it out of your hand, putting it into his pocket. “What the Hell, Jar?” 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I care about you too much to let you lose your temper with him,” he shrugs. 

“Yeah, we’re gonna help you. We’re gonna deal with this together,” Jay says in a comforting tone, but when you look up at him he’s throwing his tongue around his mouth, eyes full of anger. His face is tight as he grabs you and pulls you into him. You can feel his arms tense around you, and his chest tighten. You can’t help but to break out in tears again, wailing into his chest as he strokes your hair. 

You feel new hands on your back, Jared rubbing his hands up and down for support. Pulling yourself from Jay, you turn to face Jared. Just like Jay, he looks angry, but you can tell both of them are trying to keep themselves contained for you. 

“Let’s go get some food, huh?” Jared suggests. 

You shake your head, “no,” as more tears fall. They’re uncontrollable now. You want them to stop, but the more helpful your friends and co-stars are, the more they come. “I just want to go to my hotel room.” 

“Okay, but you’re not driving like this,” Jared pulls his hand from your back and looks around the parking lot. “How about I go get food and Jay can take you to your room?” 

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Checking in was a hassle you didn’t need. Apparently the hotel didn’t get your reservation, you made a mental note to yell at the PA. Deep down, you know that wouldn’t solve anything and she doesn’t deserve the anger that your ex does. You finally get into a new room, Jay following behind you. You sit down on one of the beds and drop your face into your hand. Jensen coasts along the carpet and sits in the office chair, scooting it in front of you. 

“What did he say to you, Jay?” you ask through your hands. 

He puts his hand on your shoulder, rubbing your arm. “It doesn’t matter,” he lulls, continuing to rub you and put a hand on your thigh. 

Pulling your hands down, you frown at him. “It does matter. After everything I’ve been through with him, Jay. After he cheated on me, after he hit me, after he was gone night after night to go drink and pick up girls,” you take in a deep breath through your nose, letting it out in a quick breath. You grab onto Jensen’s hand on your thigh, and look into his benevolently green eyes, “I still love him, Jay.” You take staccato breaths, nearly choking on the air and remaining tears, “so... maybe if I know that it’s not just me that he’s hurting. It’ll, I don’t know, help me get over him. I hope anyway.” 

With a long, ambivalent sigh he speaks out, “he was going on about how he’s his own worst enemy and he’s fighting with himself. How much he truly loves you, but apparently can’t stop himself.” You can see the veins in his neck becoming more prominent, but he keeps his face tranquil. He looks away from you and down at the patterned carpet, his voice is rugged, “he seems to think that just because he doesn’t remember what he’s done to hurt you that it doesn’t count or that he never did it.”

Looking back at you, he takes breaths to cool down, “he’s playing the victim. I know that if you talk to him he’s going to try and turn this around on you and make you feel like it’s your fault. He’s toxic, Y/N, and we’re going to help you get away from him for good.” 

There’s a knock at the door, Jay pats your thigh with a tilt of his head. You reach across the table for a tissue as he opens the door for Jared. Bringing in the food, he sets it on the desk and disperses it among the three of you. 

After taking a few bites, you feel something new, something different. These two were your friends, yes, but they had never gone out of their way to help you like this before. It feels good to have people behind you, people who are willing to help you when you need it. It would seem that these two men who were previously your co-actors, and friends are now two guys you could quickly consider to be brothers. 

Bringing the fork to your mouth, you look up at Jared shoveling noodles into his mouth. You can’t help but to let out a giggle at the way the he’s devouring his food. Looking up to you, mouth full of noodles, his eyes widen, “what?” he mumbles. 

You laugh again, scooting around the corner of the bed to get closer to them. “Thank you guys,” you smile. “For everything, for being there for me, for getting food, for not letting me be alone. I don’t know what I would have done tonight, but this is definitely better.” 

[timelordthirteen]

Killing Time 2/?

Detective Weaver/Belle French, Mature

Summary: A Woven Beauty Law & Order-ish AU. Written for Writer’s Month 2019.

Chapter Summary:  A time jump to set the stage for what's to come.

Notes: Here there be plot. Oops. For prompt #2 of Writer's Month: hurt/comfort. This isn't exactly that, but there will be plenty of it. I promise I'll fill in both how we got here and where we're going. Sorry if this is all confusing. It makes soooo much more sense in my head. Now dedicated to the fantastic and wonderful and talented @thatravenclawbitch. This is officially her "birthday" fic. Guess she gets to celebrate all month. ;) Please note the tag additions which are relevant to this chapter and the rating change. There will be descriptions of injuries, blood, and references to the actions of a serial killer through the rest of this. I also promise not to be too graphic or gory on any of that if I can help it. Please let me know if you feel I need any additional tags or archive warnings.

Warnings: Blood, non-graphic violence, injuries

[AO3]  Previous: [1]

12 weeks later...

Weaver hated hospitals.

There was something about the smell, the stark white colors with scattered dashes of blue and beige, that made him unsettled and anxious. Being surrounded by the sick and injured didn’t help either. He’d spent a fair bit of time in them in the course of his career in law enforcement, but only twice as a patient. The first was when he was nine and a fall at the playground ended with his arm in a sling for six weeks. The second, when he was a few decades older, left him with a scar near his right shoulder, just below his collarbone, and a matching one on his back.

The doors slid open, sending a rush of cool air into the summer heat. Weaver charged through them, waving his badge at the receptionist on his way through the automatic doors that lead to the ER. Inside was a cacophony of activity. A pair of nurses criss-crossed the hall in front of him, making his steps halted and squeaking his boots against the tile floor. A second later a doctor leaned out of an exam room and barked orders to someone unknown. Shrill noises assaulted his ears and he made a face as he dodged the gauntlet of moving bodies.

“Excuse me, sir!” came a voice from behind him, and he spun around, holding up his badge with authority.

“Where is she?”

A tall woman with a wavy blonde ponytail swinging from the back of her head, frowned at him. “Who?”

Weaver huffed, and glanced down at her name tag. “You know who. The same person every other copper is here for, ADA French. Where is she?”

The woman, a nurse named Mallory, softened. “Oh, sorry, it’s been a night. There were so many people coming in and out we moved her over to Urgent Care.”

“And how do I get there?”

“Through those doors,” she said pointing, “but you need to check in at reception!”

Weaver was already off before she got out her instruction. Let them send security or whoever after him, he didn’t care. Belle wasn’t in the ER which meant her injuries couldn’t be that serious, but the tension and adrenaline keeping his exhausted body upright wouldn’t abate until he saw her with his own eyes.

The Urgent Care unit was less frenetic than the ER proper, but it still took him a few minutes to find a nurse, invoke his badge again, and scowl his way to Belle’s location.

“Belle,” he breathed, stopping just inside the doorway of exam room eleven. “Hey.”

Belle looked up from her phone, her brow knit in confusion. “Hey, Ian, what -”

He crossed the room in long strides and wrapped her in a tight hug, both arms around her shoulders and a hand cradling the back of her head. She let out a gasp and a grunt of pain that made him pull away.

“Shit, sorry!”

He stepped back and put up his hands, noticing for the first time the blood staining her blouse, the torn sleeve, and the cut on her forehead held closed with three small, blue stitches. She was missing her shoes and there was more red caked around her toes and the hand in her lap, making it look like she’d given herself the world’s worst mani-pedi.

She could have died, he thought. I could have lost her.

Rage made his face heat and his jaw tense. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

Weaver pivoted sharply and stalked towards the door, but Belle slid off the exam table and caught him by the arm. “Ian, no.” He hit the door frame with his fist, making a loud, solid thump, and turned around. “Stop.”

Her eyes were overbright and shining, and he swallowed hard. “I have to, Belle. He can’t get away with -”

“He won’t,” she insisted. “Please, let it go. The police -”

“I am the fucking police!” he snapped, bringing his face close to hers. He could smell the sickly metallic tang of blood mixed with the lighter scent of her shampoo, and his stomach rolled. “I should be out there. I should be the one to bring him in.”

“Oh, right,” she scoffed. “So you can hunt him down like a vigilante? Take out your pent up bullshit with me on him?”

His eyes went wide. “Belle, that’s not-”

“No, of course not. I suppose you’ll say you’re saving the city money by shooting him instead of bringing him to justice.”

“Fucking justice," he said, looking up at the ceiling and then back to his ex-wife. "How could I forget that you’d rather spend months on research and a trial, all so that psychotic wanker can live the rest of his life on three meals a day -”

Her nose flared and her eyes flashed with anger and she inched closer, shouting over him. "Killing someone is not justice!"

" - and fucking cable TV!"

Their commotion brought the nurse to the room. It was the same one who had confronted Weaver in the ER earlier, and she did seem surprised to find out that he was the cause of an argument that could be heard down the hall. “Is everything okay in here?”

Belle tugged in annoyance on Weaver’s arm, making him move out of the doorway. “Yes, sorry. Everything is fine.”

Mallory gave Weaver a suspicious glare, and then looked back at Belle. “Your CT was negative, ma'am, so you’re cleared to leave. The doctor will be in shortly to talk you, while I get your discharge papers ready.”

The nurse left and Weaver frowned. “CT?”

Belle sighed and moved back to stand by the exam table. “Yeah, the asshole caught me with an elbow,” she explained, pointing up at her forehead. “They thought I might have a concussion, hence the CT.” His hands curled into fists at his side, and she shook her head. “I’m fine, Ian.”

He let out a huff and rolled his eyes. “You’re covered in blood, you’re clearly not fine. You had -”

“It’s his blood.” Her eyebrows lifted when he stopped speaking, and she couldn’t help the little twitch of her lips as she held back a grin.

Weaver’s head tipped back a bit and he gave her a small, impressed smile. “Yeah?”

Belle shrugged, folded her arms, and leaned against the table. “Eight inch chef’s knife to the thigh.”

He laughed and shook his head as he stepped closer, imagining the shock on the sick fucker's face when petite Belle French stabbed him with a knife almost as long as her forearm. In spite of the fact that he probably would have shot the arsehole dead on sight, he wished he could have seen it. He'd always known Belle wasn't to be trifled with, and that her temper ran as hot as his own. “Well, that’s one wedding present that got put to good use.”

She grinned, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “He won’t get far, if he gets anywhere. Graham’s got everyone out searching, and Rogers promised to call me the minute they know anything.”

Weaver nodded, finally feeling the muscles in his neck and shoulders relax and the thumping in his chest subside. Belle was going to be okay, and she’d gotten a piece of the killer besides. “I’d still feel better if I was out there."

She reached for him and gave his arm a squeeze through his jacket. “I know, but -” Her mouth pursed for a moment as she took a breath. “I need your help.”

“Anything you need, Belle. You know that.” He raised a hand and brushed his fingers against her hair, right above the small gash caused by the struggle. It was matted at the crown with blood, and he had to force his anger down again.

“Well,” she started, looking to the side as his hand fell away. “I could use a place to stay for a bit. My apartment is...sort of a crime scene.”

He swallowed hard. Belle in his flat. Their flat. Well, what used to be their flat, before she moved out and the rest of their communication was through lawyers and paperwork. He was a little surprised she would ask, given how they had left things just a couple of days ago. Given what had happened between them in the last few weeks, he wasn’t sure that being in close proximity was a good idea for either of them, but he couldn’t say no to the woman he still loved, even if she didn’t feel the same, and he wasn’t about to trust the job of protecting her to anyone else.

“Of course,” he answered softly, just as the doctor came into the room with a tablet in his hand.

A few minutes later, Belle was discharged with some pain killers and an overly lengthy packet of instructions on how to tend her stitches, and when to come back so they could be taken out. Weaver walked with her through the parking lot, his hand hovering at her back, but not daring to touch. They were on uncertain ground with each other. There was a serial killer on the loose, the second in as many years, but he was shocked to realize that in this moment, outside Hyperion Memorial Hospital helping his injured ex-wife into his car, that he felt more hope than he had in a long time.

[littlemissrainhoe]

for the first time, what's past is past

Day 2 of @tododeku-week ! Theme for today is Intimacy. I did a Cafe AU for some reason but I hope you like it! I never knew writing about romance could be so draining lol. Enjoy!

Read this on AO3!

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"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift."

— Mary Oliver

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Izuku has his back turned when the bell chimes, happily announcing the arrival of a customer. Usually, things at the café are dead during this time, but since it’s located near UA, the university down the road, they usually have students coming in at all hours. It also helps that the coffee shop is hero-themed, which means they have a big market for comic book fans and the like. Posters, movies, figurines—you name it, you’ll most certainly find it here.

Izuku knows that’s what made him choose to work here.

“Psst!”

From the counter, Uraraka attempts to catch his attention with a not-so-subtle—but usual bubbly—wave. From what he knows, she’s a business student at UA and has another part-time job aside from this. An assistant instructor at a dojo, if he remembers correctly.

He raises his eyebrows at her, not even pausing with his cleanup of the espresso machine. If their manager catches them slacking on the job, he’s going to stop bringing his cats to work—and that’s just unacceptable.

“Pretty boy is here,” she mouths at him, her face rosy with excitement.

Immediately, his eyes widen in surprise, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks. Peeking discretely to the corner Uraraka’s pointing at, Izuku spots a telltale head of red and white and he simultaneously melts and kind of dies inside.

He met Todoroki Shouto in an accounting class he had to take. His first impression of him was some kind of scene kid who’s really into the party culture, but the stoic and rather cold aura he emanates kills that thought abruptly. Even then, Izuku found him interesting. He’s incredibly handsome despite the large scar on his face—and he’s not the only one to think so, as he recalls spotting a few people sneaking peeks at his direction.

They didn’t really have much interaction with each other given how big their class was, except for that one group project they had. Todoroki only attended one meeting, and even then he didn’t say anything. Still, he submitted his part of the paper perfectly, greatly easing the group’s doubts. Then again, he was one of the best students in the class, so it only makes sense.

It wasn’t until he started working at Hero Café that Izuku began to see him regularly.

The first time he saw Todoroki walk in, he was so surprised that he almost dropped the macchiato in his hand. It’s a lot like seeing a cryptid walk into a coffee shop, it was so surreal to Izuku. Perhaps in the back of his mind, he didn’t think beautiful people went to cafes because they have people buying it for them—which, in retrospect, is a ridiculous thought.

It was even more surprising when Todoroki asked him about the new All Might they have in display.

Izuku never would have pegged the most handsome boy in his class to have the same interest as him—never mind that from then on, Todoroki will always talk to him about them whenever he drops by the café. After a few inquiries and stuttering suggestions from Izuku, Todoroki took his order to a nook and began to work on his laptop.

Uraraka, who was on order-prep duty, instantly zoomed to his side to pester him for details. She’s never seen Izuku so flustered, who was always so calm even during the lunch rush. To his mortification, he blurts out that he’s weak around pretty boys—something that’s true even in back when he was a kid.

That’s how his relationship with Bakugou began, after all.

Perhaps it’s clichéd: childhood friend, turned rival, turned boyfriend. Some would say that it’s even a movie-type romance—the kind that leaves a mark on people’s hearts. Maybe, if they were different people, things would have ended differently. But the fact of the matter is that theirs is a love story that doesn’t even make it to the credits.

Maybe it’s because they knew each other too much—knew exactly which buttons to push, knew each other’s weaknesses so well—yet somehow knew too little. Maybe it’s because they have too much heavy history that sometimes it was all they could do to look each other in the eye. Maybe it’s because one is afraid of intimacy, and the other one is steeped in trust issues.

It all came to a head one particular summer night in UA’s parking lot. The place was deserted, students either had already gone home or still in class. Izuku can’t even remember what they were fighting about, just that they suddenly started yelling at each other. Most of their fights end up this way, but something about this one felt like a lot of pent up hurt and anger releasing at once. So much blame and mistakes were thrown between them like a never-ending game of tennis, until, just as quickly as the screaming started, it ended.

Something inside Izuku was just ready to give up—of the screaming matches, the snide comments, and the festering hurt. He could see it clearly in Bakugou too—from the invisible weight on his shoulders to his unclenched fists.

They both just wanted this fight to be over.

“We can’t keep doing this to ourselves,” Izuku said. Already, he could distinctly feel how much weight he’d lost during the past few months. Even Bakugou, who’s known for his healthy sleep schedule, had heavy bags under his eyes.

Bakugou sighed. “So it’s over then?”

Izuku could only nod. “I guess so.”

And just like that, their story ended. No heartfelt musical number, no running in the rain, no miracle. Just two tired people who wanted to stop hurting and hurting each other.

When Bakugou left, Izuku didn’t know how long he stood in that empty parking lot, feeling a overwhelming sense of loss and relief. So, when someone called his name in the middle of what could be an emotional breakdown, he could hardly be faulted for actually jumping in shock.

The shock of red and white had long been familiar to Izuku that he immediately lost his surprise. “Todoroki-kun? What are you doing here?”

Todoroki didn’t reply, only looking at him in that intense way of his. Just as Izuku was about to say something, Todoroki reached for something from his pocket and handed it to him.

It was a handkerchief.

Izuku could only hum in confusion.

Hesitant, but somehow even more determined than before, he extended his offering further to Izuku. “You’re crying.”

He didn’t even notice the tears falling.

As if making up for lost time, a sob tore itself out of his throat and he started crying in earnest. He could only vaguely feel strong arms around him, holding him up when his knees grew weak. He remembered recounting the incident to Todoroki, his customer-slash-sometimes-hero-sounding-board, who only held him tighter in comfort. Which, of course, only made him cry harder.

From then on, their relationship changed.

The next time he saw him, Izuku had been incredibly mortified. He had essentially used Todoroki’s shirt like a rag and basically forced him into an Agony Aunt. He even drove Izuku back to his dorm room. He was so considerate and nice—and Izuku was just a troublesome mess. Part of him was afraid of getting ignored, or even reproached or teased by him.

But once again, Todoroki had proven himself not at all like his ice cold persona.

The moment he walked up to the counter to order, he talked to Izuku like he usually did—chatting about the new Edgeshot movie coming out. Before he left with his tea, he turned to look at Izuku and gave him a tiny smile. “Get better, Midoriya.”

It wasn’t out of pity or even mockery. His were words of comfort, of encouragement. A reminder that things will get better.

That was when Izuku realized that he had a good friend in Todoroki Shouto.

Though it was hard to adjust, losing someone he knew just as well as he knew himself, it was a steady progress of acceptance. Even now, he still considers Bakugou as one of his most important people. But maybe they’ll be better off now as just friends—without the looming weight of commitment and heartbreak.

After that, Izuku focused on his studies as well as taking care of himself. He started jogging in the mornings and working out the way he did before. He participated in class discussions more and strived to do even better. He spent more time with his friends, really listening and hanging out with them. He didn’t realize how much he missed his friends until he welcomed them back in his life—both old and new.

Never mind that his new friend regularly gave Izuku’s heart a good exercise whenever he’s around.

One afternoon, one green tea latte and a lengthy conversation about Stain’s creed and methodology later, Uraraka approached Izuku with a sly grin on her face.

“So have you asked him out yet?”

“What?!” he spluttered, fumbling with the cookie he’s putting on display. “Where did that come from?”

She snorted. “Come on, dude. Anyone with eyes can see that you two like each other.”

Apparently Izuku’s eyes are defective because he did not see anything of the sort. (Sure, he liked Todoroki more than what was considered ‘friendly’, but Todoroki? Liking Izuku? What?!)

Her eyes softened in sympathy. “I know your breakup was tough, but it’s been a year. You deserve a chance at love, Midori. I’m willing to bet even Bakugou thinks so. You just have to give it a chance.”

And so Izuku continued with his routine with Todoroki, happily chatting with him about something or other as his drink was prepared. But now, with Uraraka’s words weighing in his mind, he began to look for what she saw.

And boy was he surprised.

“What do I do?” he hissed at Uraraka when Todoroki left the café. “I can’t believe I never noticed that he likes me!” He tried to slow his breathing but it didn’t really work, much to Uraraka’s amusement.

“If he’s liked me all this time, why hasn’t he asked me out?” he asked, once he’d gotten a hold of himself.

“Well, I think he’s waiting for you to make the first move.”

“What? Why?”

She shrugged. “I mean, if the guy you like had a breakup and you were there to witness his breakdown, wouldn’t you also be wary about making a move? He probably didn’t want to overstep and accidentally take advantage of you.”

Izuku looked at her, his eyes wide with disbelief. “But… that’s crazy! I know Todoroki-kun would never do that.”

“Well,” she said, smiling wryly, “love makes you crazy.”

That it does, Izuku thinks to himself as he caught Todoroki’s eye. A smile immediately springs up to his face, his heart jumping when he spots the corner of Todoroki’s lips turn upwards.

Yesterday, Izuku told him to wait on his favorite seat instead of heading to the counter to order. He didn’t tell Todoroki why, but he readily agreed anyway.

Letting out a long exhale, Izuku meticulously prepares Todoroki’s tea. Then he steels himself and, with a tiny thumbs up from Uraraka, he heads over to Todoroki’s table.

Izuku gives him a nervous smile. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Todoroki shoots back, putting his book down beside him. “Are you sitting with me today?”

“Yeah,” he says, swallowing his nerves back where they should be. “I also have a question for you. I-If that’s okay with you?”

Todoroki’s mismatched eyes light up, something he never would have seen back when they were just people in a class full of strangers. Somehow, without Izuku noticing, he’s began to learn more and more about this beautiful creature who he once thought of as cold—began to notice the little things, the trivial things, the big things, and the essential things.

Part of him is afraid of this, of letting someone get close. If his relationship with the person he’s known his whole life deteriorated just like that, what’s to say this will be any different?

Perhaps that’s why he didn’t notice Todoroki’s feelings right away, afraid as he was to get intimate with another person he could easily lose.

But if there’s one thing he learned from his relationship with Bakugou, it’s that sometimes you just have to say what needs to be said. Their relationship ultimately failed because they let the hurt fester, assuming that they could understand each other without needing to talk.

Izuku will be damned if he let a past mistake ruin a potential future.

So Izuku clears his throat and looks at Todoroki straight in the eye, remembering all the time they spent enjoying each other’s company, and asks, “Will you go out with me?”

Todoroki smiles at him, somehow looking even more radiant than he’s ever seen him before. “I’d love to.”

[uncultureddirt]

Beneath Your Hate (Part 1/2) - Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

~REQUESTED~

Warnings: Language, underage drinking/alcohol, potentially triggering car accident event, angst  

“Can you give it up already? It’s the same damn thing every day.”

You watched your friend shovel food in her mouth as she sat across from you. You made eye contact for a moment, just to find your attention drift to the boy sitting a couple tables away.

“Hey,” she snapped in your face, “y/n, I'm right here.”

“Sorry, he's doing it again,” you replied while locking eyes with the boy. You tried to glare, but he only furrowed his brow and looked away.

‘Asshole. Stop looking at me.’

“How are you even phased at this point?” She dropped her plastic fork on the lunch tray and shook her head.

“I don’t know. Maybe if he gave me a reason or- I don’t know.” You looked back over to find his gaze fixed on you again.

“Still staring?” She snorted

“Yup.”

You picked up your tray and walked to the garbage can to throw it out. You could feel his eyes burning holes on the back of your skull. He always did this, your friend was right, it truly was nothing new. That being so, it still did not make you hate it any less. Donghyuck has known you for years and has consistently chosen to despise you. You often find yourself believing there was a time you two were friends, but reality always sets back in and reminds you where you two really stand, at opposite ends. You never could answer the question of why he held onto those cold feelings for you, but he did, and there was nothing you could do about it.

“What is wrong with me y/bf/n?”

“You care too much. He’s a dick, and that's that.”

~

‘How am I getting out of here?’

Those seven words seemed to find their way into your brain every time you prepared to exit the student parking lot. Leaving your school was a skill you had still yet to master, and one of the hardest tasks you had to endure each day. You sank your back into the old leather seat as you sat in the never-ending line of traffic. The windows were rolled down, letting the cool afternoon air spill in. You almost felt yourself relax, that is until your eyes met a familiar face as you turned towards your left.

Donghyuck.

He sat with his hand draped over the wheel. His head rested back on his seat as the wind lightly played with his hair. You liked the way the idiot looked, and you hated that you did.

The traffic began to loosen and finally, your cars began moving at the same pace next to each other. Though your eyes were fixed on the road, you could feel his gaze fall over you every once in a while.

At last, you felt a wave of relief wash over you; you were able to merge onto the exit ramp. But right as you began to move, you were forced to jam on your breaks because the car next to you aggressively decided to cut you off. Your heart jumped into your throat as you watched Donghyuck’s car nearly graze your own.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” You screamed at his open window after instinctively pressing your horn.

Unbothered. That's how he was. He kept his eyes glued to the road and smiled lightly to himself, feeling satisfied after pissing you off. It's a game he seems to play with you. But it felt unfair, because you never knew when it was your move.

Once you were on the main road, you lost sight of him and found yourself wondering yet once again.

‘Why?’

Really, that's all you could think.

‘Why?’

The confusion was routine, to the point that there was comfort in the pain of not knowing.

~

The bell rang before you could make it to class, but that was normal. The teacher nodded at you as you walked in, well accustomed to your timing. While you sat down and got out your books you began thinking about the boy behind you. Sometimes you tried to see if he would even try to be civil or how you liked putting it, “testing the waters.”

‘How far can I go before he’ll shut me down?’

You abandoned your notebook filled with messy scribbles of flowers and turned around to face him. He lifted his eyes to meet yours and sighed heavily as you tried to smile at him.

“Hey, did we have an assignment las-”

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“Turn around.” His face remained still as he spoke to you. His words were cold and cut through you like a blade.

‘What was I expecting to happen?’

Still, it hurt.

You furrowed your brow and turned back to your notebook and suddenly flowers didn’t seem so appealing anymore. You began drawing weeds.

Mind you, there are two sides to everything. Often times one side is unfathomable to the other. As you sat there scribbling angrily, Donghyuck shook his head. His stomach burned at the sight of your face. He was sickened by the feelings you gave him.

The feelings of those same flowers growing in his lungs, stopping him from being able to say the things he wants to say.

~

“It's like a really bad carnival ride,” you said looking up at your friend. She sat across from you on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. You figured she was too kept up in her Instagram feed to pay attention to you, but you continued anyway. “And they won’t let me off. Or more like I can’t get off. It’s one of the really spinny ones that you want to go on, but they also make you feel really sick and-”

“Okay, okay,” she cut you off, “You're talking at a faster rate than you run. Try to relax, alright? I want you to stop worrying, because we're going out in an hour to have fun, and I want you to enjoy yourself too. Okay? We’re leaving at 9.” She stood up and left your room, heading towards the bathroom.

You sighed and turned to face your window. He occupied so much space in your brain. You hated that he hated you. And it just didn’t make-

“And don’t even think about Donghyuck y/n.” She yelled from down the hall.

~

Basement parties. How is it possible that such a small space can house so much alcohol and so many people? You found yourself wondering that every time you made your way into one. The smell was always terrible, and the noise was quite ear-invasive, yet somehow you found yourself usually having some sort of fun, despite the uncomfortable conditions.

“Y/n! You made it!” One of your friends said as she came forward to hug you.

“Yeah, my week kinda sucked, I was looking forward to this” You smiled while grabbing a cup. You began to fill it with Sprite. As the designated driver tonight, you were obligated to be responsible and clean. You didn’t mind too much, you were a puker anyways. You searched around through the herd of teenagers, your eyes scanning the place. The room was dim despite the abundance of holiday lights strung on each wall. Empty solo cups polluted the ping-pong table and almost all other surfaces. But your visual survey was put on a sudden halt as he came into your vision.

‘No.’ You thought to yourself.

In a clump of laughing boys, there he was, the sweet fluffy-haired sunshine who loved to brighten your day, Lee Donghyuck. He stood with a beer in his hands and was visibly quite drunk. You hated when he was drunk. He was always too loud and even more of an ass than usual. You rolled your eyes at the sight and turned to walk towards your friends.

‘Don’t think about him. Don’t think about him.’

As the party progressed, you felt yourself feeling good. A weight had been removed from the pit of your stomach. His name failed to enter your mind, and you truly felt like yourself again. But for some reason, you had a faint sense that your pleasant state was too dreamlike to be true. And as you were laughing with all of your friends over something you probably didn’t need to laugh that hard about, you noticed something stir in your peripheral vision.

“Hey, y/l/n.” The voice that hit you was slurred and messy. You stiffened, keeping your face forward to try and ignore the body approaching you. “Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you,” it demanded. You turned to view him. His hair fell in front of his eyes and his mouth was fixed in a smug grin.

“I don’t remember hearing you were coming,” he started, “I wouldn’t have shown up if I knew.” His voice failed to remain consistent and audible, it was loud, but it was scattered. He inched towards your face until you could smell the alcohol fumes on his breath.

“Can you just leave me alone?” You replied back, keeping your eyes locked on his. You were all too sick of his shit. Your anger was peaking at this moment and you were struggling to restrain yourself from causing a scene.

“Can you just go home?”

“No.” You stood there breathing heavily. The music around you seemed to smudge into a noise similar to static. Your face twitched as you remained face to face with him. The next couple of seconds occurred in a fashion you could never fully comprehend. It was as if he moved in slow motion, but yet at a pace so quick you couldn’t react. Donghyuck’s arm raised and titled his half-full beer bottle over your head. The cold liquid poured down your face and back, soaking you entirely. You felt the confusion rise in the room and the attention fall on the two of you.

Should we laugh? What just happened?

Your eyes began to glass over. You hated him. You hated every part of him. You no longer wondered why things were the way they were because it didn’t matter anymore. You didn’t want to fix things. The only thing you wanted was to leave. And with that, you pushed past him and headed out of the house, sprinting once you were outside.

~

What the fuck just happened in there?

You were in disbelief. You stood in front of your car door shaking and fumbling with your keys. You placed the key in the door to unlock it but froze before you could move any further. Squinting slightly, you looked in the window and stared at the girl looking back at you. Her hair was soaked and matted to her head. Her mascara dripped in streaks down her cheeks. Her eyes looked sad and broken. You hated how she looked, you hated how she felt. You hated that he could do this to you.

Once you got into the car, you slammed your door shut. Maybe internally, you felt it would help to relieve some of your pent up frustration. Sadly, you felt the same.

You sat in the car and began to loudly sob while pulling out of the driveway. Your chest ached as tears poured down your face. You sat drowning in the smell of beer, and the feeling of disgust.

‘How could one night go so wrong?’

“WHY?” You screamed to no one in particular, slamming your hands on the wheel. The outside world began to fly by you. You were breaking fifty miles on the empty back roads of a neighborhood you barely recognized and dark streets began to wind as your vision clogged. Though through the pain you failed to recognize your mistakes. His stupid face flashed through your brain and you yelled aloud over and over again, almost as if he could hear you.

With each cry, you sank your foot further into the gas and before you could control it, the car began to drive itself. You became a passenger in this vehicle. You weren’t the one driving it.

‘Fuck.’

Reality found you, and you began to panic. You glanced at the dashboard reading the red numbers. How had you managed to reach that speed? Since when were you going that fast? You quickly tried to press your foot on to the brakes, but nothing happened. It was as if all your knowledge on driving was lost, your brain empty from the existential dread that began to wash over you.

Your car hurdled itself forward into the night, completely on its own terms. Your mind was racing and you felt your heartbeat match the speed of your car as you helplessly flailed, trying to regain control of the car. Tears dripped down even faster as you continued to press on the failing brake pedal.

‘How do you use the emergency brake in this car?’

“Please. Come on. Please” you began to speak aloud to yourself, your voice shaking.

‘I'm going to die tonight.’

Those words plagued your mind.

‘I'm going to die tonight.’

You pressed even harder on the break, but nothing happened.

Slowly you saw light drape along your face. And then you felt it. You were thrown entirely from your seat and hit the side window, feeling glass break around you. It all became black. And at first, you felt everything, everything you hit, every piece of glass breaking into your skin, but then, you felt nothing.

Your body lay lifeless under a flipped car and in your final conscious moments, you found yourself breathing out the one name your brain wanted to blame.

“Donghyuck.” Your inaudible voice tried to say.

How can an event happen in the blink of an eye, but leave enough pain to last a lifetime? One can’t measure pain by time, but only how deep it cuts.

Your life was in strobe lights for the next hours. Every now and then, you would break into reality, hearing sirens, and seeing light, but within seconds you would fall back into a silent void, vacant of life.

To be continued...

Part 2

[dudleyguildford]

Millie what's your fave soft robron scene and your fave Ryan Best Actor Hawley Scene ? xx

ooh DAMN SON

coming at me with the perfect asks on this fine thursday afternoon 😍😍

is it all right to start off with a few runners up because i feel like i can’t just launch straight in with the winner y’know?

so! runners up for favourite soft!robron scene are…….

1. HOME FARM ESKIMO KISS !!!!!!!!!!!! this doesn’t need an explanation it’s literally just soft boys being soft in soft dressing gowns like it honestly just screams SOFT

2. LAKESIDE ‘I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU’ CONVERSATION - dear lord what a fucking scene that was….. it basically had everything i could have ever wanted for them. boys being soft? ✔️ robert confessing he still loves aaron ✔️ aaron being all hopeful and shocked ✔️ robert doing the right thing and not pushing aaron ✔️ “I’LL WAIT FOR YOU” ✔️ THEM AGREEING TO GIVE IT A PROPER CHANCE ONCE EVERYTHING’S FINISHED AHAHAHAHA ✔️

it’s all perfect and beautiful and there’s basically nothing that can top this scene….. except one……

the winner of the ultimate soft robron scene has to go to….. *drumroll*

ROBERT AND AARON’S SOBBING SNUGGLE FEST ON THE BENCH AFTER THE WEDDING

wait… is that soft actually? maybe it’s just a shit tonne of angst but idc because as the iconic sinead o’ connor said/sang: NOTHING COMPARES TO U

and that’s how i feel about this scene

i mean…. nothing beats this scene right? not just as the best soft!robron scene but… as the best scene ever… because i don’t see how anything tops this. it’s just the two of them being all sad but in love and comforting each other through all the pain to come…. IT’S FUCKING BEAUTIFUL I’M CRYING

no no no ok i have to break this down because it means way too much to me. so for a start it’s basically the most bittersweet scene in all of robron because they’re finally happy but tomorrow they’re entire universe (aka each other) is going to be destroyed. so from that perspective i am already on board, but let’s just do a quick recap of some of the best moments in that scene (all of it):

robert thanking aaron for coming to his aid when diane mentioned jack (I AM SO GLAD IT WAS RECOGNISED I AM SO GLAD IT HAPPENED I FEEL #BLESSED)

MR DINGLE / MR SUGDEN BANTER !!!!!!!!!!

the fact that 2 seconds after that aaron went all wobbly and asked them to stay outside for a minute and robert PUT ON HIS SOFT VOICE AND I DIED

the fact 2.0 that robert knows aaron so well, better than anyone, so even though aaron was saying he was fine and dandy, robert could tell he was bluffing

“I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE YOU” / “I DON’T WANT YOU TO GO”

ROBERT LITERALLY DETAILING THEIR FUTURE LIKE “AND THEN YOU’LL COME HOME TO ME AND WE’LL NEVER LOOK BACK” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THIS. FUCKING. HUG:

basically everything about that scene is perfection and you if you want to fight me on it then don’t bother because i’m right

NOW ONTO MY GANGLY AWKWARD ABERCROMBIE MODEL SON

uggghhhh i don’t even know which one to pick why would you ask this of me jesus

no it’s fine… i mean all his scenes are quality, even the bad ones lmao, but in terms of the very very best ryan ‘king of my heart’ hawley has to offer….

the runners up go to:

1. “LAWRENCE FAKED TWO HEART ATTACKS TRYING TO COME BETWEEN US! HE RUINED MY MUM’S MEMORIAL PRETENDING HE WAS ILL!!!!!!” no joke, i recorded the audio of this scene and have it on my phone… that’s how much i love it. and it only has a smidge to do with the fact that ryan’s angry voice makes me feel Things 😍 seriously i know this is such a small insignificant scene but i loved it, i loved how ryan acted it, i love basically any scene where ryan gets to showcase that ~rage and basically confirm what i already knew: that he and clive hornby are one and the same and so the sugden legacy continues 😌😌😌

2. ROBERT COMES OUT AS BISEXUAL AND BASICALLY SINGLE-HANDEDLY SAVES 2K16

do i even need to explain this one ?????? it goes without saying that ryan put everything he had into this scene, it was a thing of pure, raw, emotional beauty and i am so grateful to him for it. 

the scene itself was perfect but the way ryan approached it was just… jaw dropping tbh. his performance was so quiet and understated - he could have gone over the top, he could have had the full waterworks on, but he didn’t do that? he made it so authentically robert and that’s why i adored it so much

he stripped back all the drama and the fanfare and he made the entire scene just about his character and all the overwhelming feelings he was experiencing. it’s genuinely something i’ll never forget watching, he knocked it out of the fucking park

but his crowning glory has to be………

CHICKEN 2.0 !!!!!!!!

yes all right my sugden family comes first even above robron so of course i chose this as his best scene…. but actually even if i wasn’t majorly biased, i’d still pick it over everything else

this is the sugden brothers at their best… i mean i loved their goodbye scene as much as the next fan but, there really is nothing like those early feud days is there? and chicken 2.0 kicks every other scene in the teeth tbh

so lets break it down pals!!!!!

“STOP LYING…. YOU LIAR!!!!” sorry ok this isn’t even in the scene but lmao ROBERT DUDE COME UP WITH BETTER INSULTS YOU SPANNER

THE FACT THE ENTIRE SCENE TOOK PLACE ON THE SAME STRETCH OF ROAD THAT CHICKEN 1.0 HAPPENED OH MY GOD THE HISTORY OF IT

the look on robert’s face when andy admitted he tried to kill him…. oh god ryan slayed me with that tiny minuscule shake of the head just kill me now

“i wanted you to die” ROBERT’S FACE CHRIST DRIVING A RUSTED FUCKING CROWBAR THROUGH MY CHEST WOULD HURT LESS JUST LOOK AT HIS FACE WHEN ANDY SAYS THAT AND TELL ME HIS HEART WASN’T RIPPING ITSELF TO SHREDS

“you really hate me that much?” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ROBERT’S INDIGNANCE WHEN ANDY ACCUSED HIM OF KILLING KATIE LIKE DUDE YOU SHOVED HER THROUGH THE FLOOR YOU CANNOT TAKE THE MORAL HIGH GROUND RIGHT NOW

no seriously the whole “i didn’t kill- you know what, i’m fed up of telling you… it was an accident. YOU WANNA BELIEVE I KILLED HER - FINE, I KILLED THE BITCH!!!!” like damn that just takes the motherfucking biscuit, don’t it? ryan just channelled all the pent up frustration and rage so well there it makes me quiver lmao

“YOU COWARD” oh boy oh boy do i love the delivery of this line…. how many times have i repeated it? idek but more than 100, less than 1,000,000… somewhere in that ballpark. honestly it amazes me how ryan can play such a vast range of emotions but nothing astounds me more than when he goes full-on anger

THIS ISN’T EXACTLY ABOUT RYAN’S ACTING BUT THE FACT THEY BROUGHT UP MAX AND WILSON’S FIELD JUST GIVES ME ALL THE HISTORIC SUGDEN FEELS AND I HAD TO MENTION IT

aaaaaand then we get to robert struggling not to cry when andy brings up jack and i immediately want to smash my head off a wall :))))))) seriously ryan does this the best - the anger is impressive don’t get me wrong, but this inner-turmoil he presents robert as having between what he feels and what he shows is just outstanding. he does it so fucking well every. single. time. 

ryan’s acting career just completely levelled up the minute he embraced the full Pain of robert sugden’s tragic childhood and started talking about his parents, i mean…. look at this:

WHAT A SAD GOLDEN RETRIEVER HE IS WITH HIS SAD FLOPPY HAIR

ryan just kills it with his delivery, from talking about jack - “which part? the bit where he put all the blame on me? or the bit where he called me a lunatic and told me to just drive away forever and don’t come back????” - to when he finally addressed the grief robert still felt over the loss of his mother - “you…. killed mum…. and he helped you. max dies and he… he decides to send me away”

what else can i say really? everything about it was perfect - the scene itself but ryan’s acting more than anything else. for me, that was the moment i realised he really was robert sugden, not just some actor brought in to play him. this was where ryan proved his worth, and he’s just gone from strength to strength since then 😌

OK ANON THAT’S IT I GUESS!! I’M SO SORRY FOR MAKING THIS SO LONG AND INCOHERENT BUT AS YOU CAN SEE I HAVE A LOT OF ~EMOTIONS AND I NEEDED TO GET IT ALL OUT LMAO. LOVE YOU LOTS 💖💖💖💖