#i wanna say that I'm not calling anyone stupid about it because we are entering a new are and stage of the internet where a lot of people--

[recklessmoss]

maybe it’s just my paranoia & general unsafe feeling when it comes to the internet, but the way just a huge majority of people disregard general internet safety is so scary to me...

[hypernova-writes]

Stupid In Love [Sniper x Reader]

Synopsis: Sniper loves you, and is not afraid to show it. He wants to spend the rest of his days with you.

a/n: Song fic one of two that I want to post, The next one is called in the closet~! Can you guess who it is??

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful There's something about your eyes Tell me these feelings are mutual 'Cause feelings are so hard to fight

Sniper didn’t really consider himself to be a romantic man. He’d been a few relationships, whooed a couple of women before. But none of that compared to how he felt whenever he was with you.

Know it's a little soon, maybe But I'd go anywhere you take me 'Long as you're calling me, baby They can all call us crazy

You were a mercenary just like him. Efficient at what you do. He was always wowed when he saw you on the battlefield in your element. You were like a jack of all trades, ready to hop in and help anyone who really and truly needed it. Whether Medic needed a little support. Scout needed someone to help him flank or Engineer needed someone to watch over his machines. You were always there.

So it shocked him when you ended up confessing your feelings to him. Him of all people. He was pretty sure you’d heard all the things the other mercs said about him. How he was cold, how he was disgusting. But once again. You looked past what they all said and took it upon yourself to get to know him. You didn’t stop until you knew just about everything about him (that he would tell you.).

Now you had him dreaming about being a family man.

He would talk about you on the phone to his parents, who were elated that their son had someone in his love life that he could depend on. And they could tell by the way that their son talked about you on the phone that he was head over heels in love.

The other mercs noticed it too.

Whenever they needed Sniper for something and he was nowhere to be found? They went straight to you.

“Hey Y/n? Have ya seen Snipes? We need him today.” “Oh! Yea i have! I’ll go get him :)”

You’re so sweet that this man could probably get a cavity from how you were. You would come padding up to his camper, knocking that special knock before entering.

“Snipey~ Baby! You’re needed for a mission.” You walk over to him and press your lips against his cheek.

It never failed to make him blush, because if he didn’t react or didn’t say anything, you would just puff out your cheeks and pout before attacking him with more kisses until you kissed his lips.

“..’lright..’lright, I hear ya sheila..”

He then tilts your chin up to place a kiss on your lips, watching as you melted into his touch. It was plenty of exchanges that made the two of you late.

It boosted his moods, he would definitely do better in whatever mission or match whenever you gave him that cute encouragement you’d like to do.

He would watch as you went off to do whatever you had to get done, he would have that giddy love sick look on his face and he knew he was absolutely whipped.

Let's get married in Vegas We don't need a guest list I don't wanna think too much Let's get matching tattoos I don't wanna think it through Baby, I'm so stupid in love

The two of you were sitting on top of his campervan, gazing up at the stars. He looked over at you as you were rambling on about something that he just nodded along to.

‘God..she’s a beaut..”

Book a flight to Paris, only one way What'd you think about sharing our last name?

“Mick. You ever think about marriage?”

That question makes him sit up as he tilts his head, he was attentive then.

“Yea..I guess i do.” “Good..Cause I was thinking of it too. How we would have ours.”

He watches as you grin at him before looking back up to the sky. “I’d like to have it under the stars..cause it reminds me of moments like these with you.

Sniper smiles softly as he pulls you over onto his chest, Kissing your forehead he nuzzles against your face.

“Of course..We’ll do whatever ya want sheila..”

Let's get straight to "I do" I don't wanna think it through Baby, I'm so stupid in love

[jade4956]

The only stupid thing I ever did was believing you would love me - Jessie Fleming

Jessie Fleming = herself

Niamh Charles = herself

Naomi Charles = Niamh sister

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Naomi POV

She walking around the apartment grabbing things and shoving them in a bag. She just broke up with me before an argument was gonna start, really we've only been dating since January 2023 and it's now January 2024 and she's breaking up with me because of an argument. Sure we've had disagreements but every couple has arguments is she really that scared of confrontation.

She walked into our bedroom were I sat at the end of the bed putting shoes on. She stopped and stared at me

"Where are you going" Jessie stated

"Somewhere your not" I replied dry and tears finally finishing

"There's no point I'm going to Chloe's"

"It's not like this is our apartment anymore and beside you owned this before me so I'm leaving" I didn't bother looking at her this time

Jessie never thought of it like that she's always thought of "her" apartment as both of there's. She dropped the bag, to be fair she does hate confrontation but she had no right it break up with you because of it, in fact the second she said we should break up she felt like taking it back, it was the panic in her when she heard you get mad at her. She really regretted it.

I got up from tying my shoes, great a new wave of tears was about to happen, i was going straight to Niamh's I thought didn't care if she had company I had to be with someone a trusted so Niamh was the perfect choice.

Jessie started to follow me out the bedroom I was collecting my phone, car keys, apartment keys for when I collect my stuff and Niamh's spare apartment keys.

Jessie's POV

"Who are you gonna go to" she said (she knew exactly who you wear going to)

"Why do you care now you didn't care about me half and hour ago" (she did care)

"I wanna make sure you don't do anything stupid I wanna make sure you still safe" she said willing looking at me

"The only stupid thing I ever did was believing you would love me"

Jessie felt like she had been stabbed with a knife. She did love You she just was scared you were gonna break up with her first.

“I do love you” she has never said it like that before were she just new what to say or how to look usually when she said it was a quick goodnight text if they were on international camp or it would a kiss in the cheek goodnight but never about it in the day I love you.

“Well maybe you should have thought of that before you broke up with me” Naomi stops to listen to Jessie then stated something and walk away out of the door

Jessie went after and her over the elevator Naomi was going to

“Please can we stop and talk I didn’t want to break up with you” Naomi ignored her getting into the elevator and pressing ground but someone else was in there so when Jessie entered she didn’t say anything to Naomi.

Ground level reached and they both immediately got out, Naomi kept walking away as Jessie was following her to her car

“Please, please just stop and talk to me for like 10 seconds I want to explain please” please was the most Jessie could think of and she wanted more then 10 seconds but that was the first thing that came to mind

“Fine what do you wanna say” Naomi questioned

“I wanna say that I’m sorry okay I didn’t want to break up I just got scared” and she was ignored after 10 seconds Naomi started to walk away

“Hey stop please I wasn’t done I didn’t literally mean 10 seconds” They were both 2 cars away for Naomi’s car.

Naomi opened the car and Jessie ran to the passenger seat and got in.

“Get out” was all Naomi said whilst she was getting in, she had a blank face on had she spoke to her.

“Let me talk to you please” Jessie practically begged

“No get out”

“Please you don’t have to respond just listen”

“No I don’t want to even listen to you right now”

“Then I’m not getting out”

“Then I’m calling and Uber”

“No no no okay I’ll get out” Jessie hated when you got Ubers or anyone did because they’d always unfortunately be sketchy ones but she still wasn’t getting out of the car

Naomi gesture for her to get out but Jessie wasn’t moving. Naomi really hated Ubers but she wasn’t getting anywhere with Jessie in the car but she had to stand her ground

“I know hate Ubers Naomi” Jessie said to her “I Know you won’t call one and you just want me to get out”

“If I let you speak will you get out” Naomi said

“YES” Jessie said, she was about to start speaking but then Naomi interrupted her

“I’ll meet you at the cafe down the road from Niamh’s tomorrow then you can talk to me I think we both need some down time or we both might mess up more than we have. Naomi new in her gut that Jessie didn’t want to break up because she knows the type of person Jessie is even though at the start she was pissed and upset she chilled out and felt bad for dragging Jessie around the apartment complex with her begging to be able to speak to her but she was still frustrated and very upset so she need to be with her sister and just chill so that the next day they will both be able to talk together.

A/N: I suck at trying to finish story’s that’s why I do part two but if you want this to end in a full break up or they get together again tell me or do I leave it like this with no part two please tell me because I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ anyways thank you

[euphoricimagination]

Summary: you team up with Reo and Chigiri and head to the second stage, where you would battle against Isagi, Barou and Nagi, who will win? And who will be stolen?

Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 -> Masterlist

"Reo, wanna team up with us?"

"Leave me alone" he answers, an annoyed look on his eyes

"What happened to him? He used to be so cocky with us" Chigiri asks, a tsk sound coming out of Reo's mouth

"I told you, Nagi wanted to play with Isagi, so he left him behind" you explain to Chigiri before turning to Reo "What? Did you think that Nagi will mindlessly follow you everywhere?"

"Huh?!" Reo asks you even more annoyed than before, making you smirk "aren't you the same with this red hair?"

"Not really, i waited for him because i wanted to, i could easily join anyone and still make it work" you shrugged

"Ouch, I'm hurt Yn" Chigiri says playfully "we wanna to kick Isagi and Bachira asses after they left us being"

"Soo.. You join us or not?"

"Why? Why me? Why would you want me on your team?" Reo asks confused

"Because you're clever"

"Because you're incredible" both Chigiri and you say at the same time, making Reo blush

"Yeah…you're right. I am skilled and incredible, having me on your team gives you value you can’t get anywhere else. And yet… he had to go and leave me… for Isagi! That stupid whiny baby just pisses me off!!" Reo exclaims, making raise your eyebrow

"You know what? I don't want him anymore" you say to Chigiri "I'm sure we can find someone else, i meet this dude called Yukimiya and he was super nice"

"Relax, that could help us" Chigiri chuckles "oi, we want to beat Isagi and you want to beat Nagi, so how about an alliance of revenge?"

"Sounds good to me. It's a pleasure to be working with you, Chirigi, Yn" Reo takes Chigiri's hand, accepting the offer "let's kill the bastards who betrayed us"

"You're talking too far" you say rolling your eyes

"Lets beat them all, elite" Chigiri adds with a smile

You three go to the door to the second stage, one of the fastest teams to form and go through the doors. You enter the next room, a big one with a number three on the floor with a few teams waiting there. The TV turns on the moment you enter, Ego appearing on the screen as he explains how this new stage is going to work.

"So basically we battle and take a player of the other team until there's only one left?" Chigiri asks

"Yeah, pretty much. We basically have to play against someone we want to steal for our team" you add. Suddenly your rankings changed, according to Ego's explanation, it was according to the order in which everyone cleared the first stage, explaining the number two on it

"Damn, N°2 huh? Well done Yn!" Chigiri ruffles your hair

"You finished that quickly?" Reo asks for the first time, he had a number 8 on his arm while Chigiri a number had the number 20

"Yeah, i thought about teaming up with that Itoshi guy, but he's an asshole"

"How come?"

"He said that it didn't matter who he teamed up with, everyone was just a stepping stone for him. Like hell I'll team up with him"

"Yeah, you would say something like that" Chigiri adds

"So, we have 24 hours to choose a team right? Let's train for today and choose someone after"

"Sure"

You three go to the training fields to start practicing, Reo was able to understand pretty fast what our our abilities allowed us to do, so your abilities quickly matched up, allowing you to have a very productive practice.

It was already late when you finished, all of you sweating profusely

"That was some training" says Chigiri drinking

"Yeah, that was exhausting. I'm going to the lockers" you say standing up

"I'm assuming you're not joining me in the showers? Chigiri asks, standing up too

"Not yet"

"What do you mean? You don't shower with the rest?" Reo asks

"Nah, he has a weird complex and doesn't like being with others. Don't really get it, but I won't force it" Chigiri answers for you "what about you, Reo? Joining me?"

"Go ahead, I'll join soon" Reo says, making you and Chigiri start going to the door

"Hey Chigiri, is your leg okay?" You ask him

"Better than ever! What? Worrying about me?" He teases you, passing his arm through your shoulder

"Well, I don't want to hear you whining like a baby if you get injured again? Ouch" you exclaim after Chigiri hitted your head chuckling. You can feel Reo's eyes on both of you.

Chigiri went to the bathroom to have a shower, Reo joined after, while you laid on the seat of the lockers, waiting for everyone to come out and also allowing you breathe freely as you untie your binder. A few minutes pass when you hear the door open quickly; looking up you see Anri in the locker, looking everywhere before her eyes land on you

“Yn-chan” she said with relief “Thank god you're alone here. I need you to come with me quickly”

“Sure, let’s go” you follow Anri towards Ego’s apartment, where he is waiting for you while sitting in his chair rewatching the match of Isagi, Bachira and Nagi.

“Yn-chan” he calls you, turning around “I’ll make it quick. As you know this second selection is an elimination selection too, if you don’t get chosen, you leave. You should try to get eliminated now”

“What?”

“You know that you shouldn’t stay in this project for so long, getting eliminated in this stage would be the least suspicious”

“I’m not losing on purpose” you say, seeing his eyes widen at the sudden opposition “If I can win, I will, losing on purpose is cheap and you should know that; this is not just for me, but because of my teammates too. What if I lose and end up getting chosen?”

“Do I have to remind you that you are getting paid to do this? This is your job, you should do what i tell you” Ego reminds you

"I'm.not.losing" you say annoyed "I'm leaving now, you want to eliminate me? Do it, let's see how everyone reacts" You don't wait for his answer, turning around and leaving, not before you notice a proud little smile from Anri.

You go back to the lockers, Chigiri and Reo were already there with towels on their hips.

"Oi, Yn" Chigiri calls you once you enter "Where were you?"

"I went to drink something. What happened?"

"We may have decided on our opponents, right Reo?" Chigiri looks at Reo, who smiles kinda nervously

"Well…while bathing I encountered Nagi, and I may have told them that we will play them…"

"Alongside with how he only team up with us only to beat Nagi" Chigiri adds "Also, Barou was with them"

"Barou? That means that they already lost once, lost Bachira, and won another match to gain Barou? How the hell did they do all that in such a short time?"

"Who knows, but long story short, we kinda agree to have a match with them without you…sorry" Chigiri looks guilty

"It's alright, we came here to have a match with them anyway, so we just have to win"

"Ha! Well said!" Chigiri ruffles your hair again "the bathroom should be empty by now, you should go and take a shower"

"Sure" you say, taking your things "also..Reo?"

"Huh?" He asks lifting his head, making you hit the back of his head

"Don't you dare to see me just as your tool, you elite idiot" Reo looks at you surprised, making Chigiri chuckle

You went to shower, which luckily was completely empty, and then went to the bedroom, a simple bunk bed and a single bed were the only things in there. You saw some clothes on the single bed one, but considering how things had happened, you just decided to take it over.

"You're back" Chigiri comes in with a tray of food "here, i assumed you hadn't eaten yet"

"Thanks" you take the food, a rare fried chicken, as you sit with your back on the wall

"By the way, Reo claim this bed" Chigiri sits beside you

"Like i care, y'all didn't ask me anything about the match, so i won't ask about the bed either"

"Petty" he laughs

"Oi, that's my bed, move" Reo days, entering the room

"No"

"No?"

"No" you say, making him raise his eyebrow "I'm not Nagi, i won't do everything you tell me to do.. Oh wait, Nagi doesn't do that anymore" you smirk, teasing the rich boy

"You're annoying"

"I bet you're used to people kissing your feet, hey, now you'll experience what a bunk bed is like. Chigiri, do you want top or bottom?"

"Bottom is easier"

"Then it's decided, you sleeping in the top one Reo" you smile at him, he only rolling his eyes "here things won't work always your way"

"I noticed" he scoffs, sitting in your bed too "i hate to admit it, but this is the first time someone treated me like this"

"Get used to it, he's very straightforward" Chigiri chuckles as you keep eating, by now the pronoun 'he' didn't throw you off anymore "but he means well, he always tells you what no one wants to say to you"

The next morning you are getting ready for the match, Reo practically ignoring both of you. You're sitting in the lockers right before the match starts, preparing a strategy.

"Alright" you start "Reo will be the anchor that balances us out, Chigiri and I will try to use our skills and keep attacking from wherever we can"

"Sure, we've trained for this anyway" answers Chigiri "i don't know their plans, but in terms of powerful defense we're probably even"

"We just need to establish who marks who, but…"

"I'll take on Isagi Yoichi, I'll seal his movements and prove to him that he made the wrong decision…ouch!"

"You're being creepy" you say after hitting his head "Neither of us are a great physical match to Barou, but I'm sure i can give him a better fight when it comes to skill"

"I can mark Nagi then" adds Chigiri "also, if we win, who do we take?"

"Both Isagi and Barou are good options, but i want Nagi" you say

"I agree, he had great potential, you alright with that, Reo?" Asks Chigiri

"Well, i was thinking after defeating him that i would make him feel the same pain i did back then"

"I'm kicking your ass, you're just some annoying bast…Oi, Chigiri! Let me go!" You say, Chigiri was grabbing the back of your t shirt, preventing you from getting close to Reo

"We have a match" he hits your head slightly "anyways, let's decide when the match is over, we will choose by majority vote. Let's go now"

You and Chigiri stay behind as you walk towards the field, the purple hair in front of you ignoring you both

"Oi" you call Chigiri "no matter how much i tease Reo, i kinda get him, i guess i would be in a similar mood if you hadn't team up with me…so thanks"

"Don't get too sentimental now" he ruffles your hair "you waited for me, you know? That means I'm pretty amazing"

"You wish, you're lucky that i decided to wait for you"

"I know"

"Let's win this" you say to Chigiri, extending your arm so Chigiri can cross it, which he did

"We got this"

You got into the field, the match starting with them kicking off. The ball goes to Barou, so you immediately go to him; even though you're definitely not nearly as strong as he is, you distract him enough so Reo can come in and snatch the ball, passing it to Chigiri and scoring the first goal. The white team kicks off again, Isagi sending the ball to Barou one more time; you didn't fully understand what was happening, but you were able to intercept him and take the ball rather easily from him, leaving alone as you go to score the second goal for your team.

By the third restart the aura of Isagi and Nagi had changed, Isagi sending a fast pass to Nagi, who does a reverse bound trap to stop Chigiri and makes a goal for his team

"Damn, even Nagi can get better…Also, snap out of it" you say, slapping Reo's head

Now it's your turn to restart the game, sending it to Reo who immediately goes towards Isagi, clearly trying to prove something, he does a quick pass to Chigiri, who is forced by Nagi to pass back to where Reo and Isagi are. With a burst of speed, you intercepted the pass mid-flight, plucking the ball from the air with grace. Your control was immaculate, and without missing a beat, you surged forward, leaving everyone stunned as you started running. You approached the penalty area, making the hologram goalkeeper rush slightly out to close the angle, which led you to do a deft touch, calmly chipping the ball over the goalie. Time seemed to slow as the ball floated elegantly over the line, nestling in the back of the net.

"Oi, we're a team" Reo calls you as both him and Chigiri approach, a small smile contradicting his annoyed voice

"He sometimes gets too in the zone. Well done"

"Shut up" you say, high fiving both of them. You had a chance of winning now.

The white team restarted once again, this time however, Isagi didn't seem to want to pass to Nagi, instead he was going towards Barou. You quickly go to his side, blocking any possible pass towards the self called King; however, you sensed it first, right behind Barou. Isagi was using him as bait. You reacted a bit late to the sudden pass from Nagi to Isagi, or maybe you reacted just in time, but since you were much shorter than the average here, you weren't able to intercept it, only being a few centimeters away from stopping it before Isagi scores another goal. You breathe hard as you sit on the floor.

"That was close, you reacted faster than i did" Reo says to you, offering his hand to help you stand

"Next time I'll stop it" you take his hand,

You restart the match once again, Reo sending it to Chigiri who almost immediately sends it to you; however, you see Barou in front of you trying to take the ball. It's a battle of physique, and clearly you wouldn't be able to win in that aspect, so you pretended to fight against him so he could hit the ball before you quickly ran past him to take it. Barou doesn't yield, so he still runs to take the ball forcibly, Reo arriving just on time to do a double press -which you held onto with all your might so it would be effective- before he kicks the ball away. Reo, however, shoots it just where Isagi is waiting for, who is able to pass Chigiri as he does a pass to Nagi, who scores a goal.

The restart happens again, Reo sending it to Chigiri, instead of a trap to run, which was one of the weaknesses of the red hair, he kicks it forward without stopping, bouncing it in the same direction he was heading. He is able to pass Barou just in the nick of time, but the ball goes slightly higher than he planned, hitting the upper pole of the goal. In that rebound the ball goes higher, close to where you are, but also close to Isagi and with Nagi coming your way too. Suddenly a replay of one of your plays appeared, and since Ego wanted a goal that could be replicated, you were going to give him that.

Time slowed as the ball hung in the air, so you launch yourself into a scissor kick, your body twisting and contorting mid-air as your foot met the ball with an astounding force. The ball exploded off your foot, a blur of white passing the arms of the hologram.

Both Nagi and Isagi were talking before restarting the game, probably thinking of a strategy since they'd lose if you make another point, when Barou intercepts them, taking the ball and immediately shooting it towards the goal. The goalie luckily saves it, so you go to the ball and take it to do a counter attack; you try to pass it to Reo, but almost immediately you feel Nagi's body in your back, blocking your way.

"Try it, chibi-Yn-kun" he says, you can almost feel a smirk in his voice

"Don't call me chibi"

You see Reo getting closer, so you pass it towards him when Isagi tries to intercept it, Reo sliding just in time to kick the ball away. You aren't able to go for it since Nagi was still in your back, leaving Barou almost able to shoot alone if it wasn't because of Chigiri following him.

In that moment something changed in Isagi's aura, and apparently Barou could sense it too considering that it was the first time ever you've seen him pass the ball, letting Isagi shoot instead and making it a draw again.

You feel a hand on your hand lazily touching your head, Nagi looking at you with a tiny enthusiasm in his eyes

"You're really good for being so small" he says, leaving to go and give a high-five to Isagi. You didn't know if you started to feel hot because of anger or because of his actions

"One more goal, whoever makes the next one wins" you say reuniting with Chigiri and Reo

"We can't let Isagi have the ball" says Reo

"I don’t feel like i can stop him" adds Chigiri "But the last play is starting with our ball"

"That’s exactly why we need to score while absolutely not letting them steal the ball!! Think of losing the ball as losing the match!" Reo says

"They're probably expecting for me to go again, should we use Chigiri this time?" I ask

"That would be the best, yeah" answers Reo

"Let's win this!"

After a few seconds of Reo analyzing the play, he's able to send it to Chigiri, however Nagi instead of following the red head, he goes straight to the ball and intercepts it, knowing fully well that he couldn't win a speed battle against Chigiri. The ball falls directly into Barou's feet.

You can see that he was about to pass it to either Isagi or Nagi, but something in you couldn't let him do that. Maybe it was because you still see this as part of your job somewhere inside you, maybe it was because you didn't want to see the King just fall behind

"Don't win like this!" You are still trying to stop him from keeping going "aren't you the king?!"

Something in his eyes changed, he suddenly started doing chop faints with an incredible angle. An awakening that left everyone behind in mere seconds, shooting a curved ball and making the last goal.

You see the other three celebrate their win as you fall into the ground, breathing hard as you process what had happened. Why did you encourage him? Maybe you could have won if you hadn't, but it would have been wrong…

"Well done guys, we couldn't have predicted Barou's move" you say to the other two, trying to make the feel better after seeing their faces

You could hear them talking, but you weren't making up the words from so far away, you were only able to hear the last part of the sentence

"The only one who could mix into this chemical reaction without disappearing could only be you…Yn" you lay there, a few seconds pass before you could process what he said exactly

"Eh?!" You sit up immediately once you realize "me?"

"Come with us" Isagi simply says. Your eyes widen, but you stand up anyways, feeling a deep guilt inside you…you thought Chigiri would be chosen, what if now they lose again and one of them has to leave?

"Chigiri, I'll be waiting for you, don't you dare to leave me alone" you extend your arm

"I'll make sure to catch up" he says, a sad smile on as he extends his arm too; he then ruffles your hair playfully "well played today, you killed it"

"You too"

You notice that Reo was sitting down now, his head looking down after Nagi had come to say something to him

"Oi" you kick his back lightly with your knee as you pass him, a low grunt coming out of him when he raises his head "prove me wrong Elite, prove me that you don't depend on anyone. After all, sheltered kids like you always get what they want, don't they?" You say with a smirk, trying to rizz him up so he doesn't fall down

"You bet i will"

You start walking towards the winner gate, towards the next stage.

[skzpixie]

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

Kai: Hey, you want some leftovers?  Minho: What's that?  Kai: You've never had leftovers???  Minho: No, because I'm not a quitter. 

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Chan: I drink to forget but I always remember.  

Kai: You're drinking orange juice. 

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Kai: Can we talk about that mass email you sent?  

Changbin: Why? It was important.  

Kai: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit".  

Hyunjin, shrugging: The people need to know. 

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Kai: *pitches an idea*  

Jeongin, impressed: Huh, there might be something here!  

Seungmin, under their breath: Yeah, a lawsuit. 

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Kai: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time. 

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Kai: Twilight Sparkle was the main character because she represented the element of friendship—  

Hyunjin, tied up: PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN!

Kai: I'M NOT DONE!  

Kai: And Rainbow Dash was the sporty girl— 

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Felix: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.  

Seungmin: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.  

Felix: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!  

Kai: Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from... 

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Jeongin: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!!  

Kai: What makes you think I read? 

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Kai: Christmas lights?  

Chan: Check.  

Changbin: Thermos of hot cocoa?  

Chan: Check.  

Felix: Santa suits?  

Chan: Check.  

Kai: Shovel?  

Chan: Check.  

Minho: Alibi and bail money?  

Chan: Check- wait, WHAT?! 

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Han, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.  

Kai, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f- 

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Changbin: I love you.  

Kai: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.  

*Kai and Changbin kiss passionately*  

Minho, to Seungmin: You owe me 20 dollars. 

-

Seungmin: Changbin, I don't like you.  

Changbin: What did you say?  

Seungmin: You heard me!  

Changbin, internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said. 

-

Chan: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-  

Felix: It was me...  

Chan: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance. 

-

Felix: We call that a traumatic experience.  

Felix, turning to Seungmin: Not a "bruh moment".  

Felix, turning to Kai: Not "sadge".  

Felix, turning to Han: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO". 

-

Jeongin: You use emoji’s like a straight person.  

Kai: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me. 

-

Hyunjin: What do you think Kai will do for a distraction?  

Han: She'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.  

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*  

Han: ...or She could do that. 

-

Kai: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down. 

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Kai: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat. 

Hyunjin: I’m not stupid, you know.  

Kai: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it! 

-

*Kai and Felix texting*  

Kai: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely.  

Felix: Isn't Hyunjin there?  

Kai: Yes but I like you more. 

-

Jeongin, referring to Han and Felix: Those guys are dorks.  

Kai: Yes, but they’re my dorks. 

-

Seungmin: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!  

Changbin: It's kind of complicated, but Kai- 

Seungmin: Got it. Forget I asked. 

-

Seungmin: Hey do you wanna hang out this weekend?  

Kai: Generic excuse.  

Seungmin: I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face.  

Kai: I can. 

-

Felix: CHARACTER. FLAWS. ARE. FUCKING. IMPORTANT.  

Kai: Me when someone tells me to stop eating mayo packets like they’re gogurt tubes. 

-

Changbin: If you want my advice-  

Han: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.  

Changbin: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.  

Hyunjin: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder. 

-

Kai, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-  

Seungmin, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?  

Hyunjin, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.  

Chan, appalled: Call the exorcist. 

-

Kai: What’s your name?  

Changbin, whispering to Jeongin: Can I tell Her my real name?  

Jeongin: No!  

Changbin: I’m… Jeongin.  

Jeongin, whispering to Himself: The ONE TIME he gets my name right… 

-

Kai: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio! 

-

Hyunjin: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.  

Kai: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?  

Han: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.  

Seungmin: Guys. 

-

*at 3am*  

Felix, holding the vlogging camera: *runs into Changbin’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!  

Changbin: *wakes up* Dude!  

Felix: *cackles*  

Kai: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind Changbin* What the fuck, Felix?  

Felix: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT- 

-

Kai: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges. 

-

Changbin: Stay foxy.  

Han: Die lonely. 

-

Kai: How many children do you have?  

Chan: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference. 

-

Chan: Hey, Changbin? Can I get some dating advice?  

Changbin: Just because I'm with Kai doesn't mean I know how I did it. 

-

Kai: “Ladies and gentlemen” is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly, I’m falling asleep already. “Cowards” on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, to the point, and dramatic. 

-

Kai: Hey guys, I’m making french toast sticks in the oven. I’m gonna take a quick nap, so wake me up in 5 minutes to flip them over.  

*5 minutes later*  

Jeongin: Kai it’s been 5 minutes, time to flip your sticks.  

Kai: snnnzzzz...  

Jeongin:  KAI YOUR STICKS! 

-

Han: Life is like Kai. It's short. 

[livelaughwhump]

Worthless - Part 16

Masterlist | Previous

Content: disordered eating, mention of vomiting, mention of past abuse, dehumanization, degradation, self-hatred, self-deprecation

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know!

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Elliot was half asleep when he heard the gentle knock at his door. Still wrapped in his warm cocoon of blankets, he flinched, his eyes snapping open. It wasn't an aggressive sound, but it startled Elliot nonetheless.

"Elliot? Sweetheart, can I come in?" Broderick's voice called through the door.

Elliot curled up beneath his blankets soundlessly. He didn't want to see anyone. More than that, he didn't want anyone to see him.

However, when he didn't answer, Broderick opened the door anyway. Elliot closed his eyes and hid his face in his cocoon.

"It's just me," Broderick announced. "No one else is coming in." Elliot peeked up over his blankets, blue eyes ringed in red. Broderick flashed a sad smile his way. "I'm sorry if we overwhelmed you earlier. I didn't know the girls were gonna barge in like that, but it's just us this time."

Elliot didn't say anything, but the tightness with which he held the blankets around him loosened slightly.

Broderick awkwardly cleared his throat. "So...do you wanna talk about what happened? I know this can be a sensitive topic, so it's fine if you don't want to."

Elliot was silent for a beat, his eyes flitting everywhere across the room except to Broderick's.

Broderick sighed and sat himself in the chair he'd left beside Elliot's bed earlier. "Listen, I'm not going to judge you or belittle you or even force you to eat, but-but I do wanna help you. All I want is to help you."

Elliot shook his head and spoke for the first time since Broderick entered the room. "You can't help me," he mumbled. "I'm broken."

"You're not broken, El-"

"No, you-you don't understand," Elliot interrupted. "I'm broken!"

Broderick furrowed his brow. "What are you talking about?"

Elliot sniffled, but there were no tears in his eyes. "I-I can't eat anymore. My-My stupid body won't let me." Broderick didn't react. "Ev-Every time I try to-to eat, I-I throw it back up. I've-I've tried, r-really, I-I have. I just-I just can't." Elliot curled into an even tighter ball. "I'm broken," he whimpered.

Broderick watched him with sad eyes. "Has this happened before?" He asked.

Elliot glanced up at him. "Wh-What?"

"Has eating ever made you throw up before?" Broderick reiterated.

Elliot thought for a moment before his cheeks reddened. He nodded. "At-At the beginning of...wh-when Master started f-feeding me." Elliot refused to look at Broderick, training his gaze on his fidgeting hands instead.

"Well, what did he feed you?"

Elliot's face turned a deeper shade of red and his lip started quivering. He didn't want to answer. He was too ashamed and humiliated.

But why? It's more than you deserved. You're lucky Master even fed you at all, you stupid, worthless mutt

Elliot didn't want to cry. Crying in front of his friends never failed to spark guilt in the pit of his empty stomach.

"You're so pretty when you cry."

That's what Master had said. Elliot wondered if his friends would agree.

"Elliot?" Broderick called.

Elliot snapped back to reality, remembering the question he had been asked several minutes ago. "Oh, s-sorry," he mumbled.

"That's okay. You don't have to answer if it's too upsetting to remember. I understand."

No. Elliot wanted to be good. He wanted to do as he was told. But then again, it was such a painful, dehumanizing memory. Making decisions was never one of Elliot's skills, even before Christian. It had only gotten worse after him.

That's because your stupid animal brain isn't capable of thinking for itself. Pets exist to serve, not to make choices

Elliot sniffled again. "Will-Will it help you figure out what's wrong with me?"

Broderick shrugged, flashing a charming half-smile. "It wouldn't hurt."

Elliot frowned. Talking about his time with Christian unearthed so many painful memories, but Broderick had given him an order. Pets don't refuse orders.

"He-He f-fed me d-dog food," Elliot stammered. He didn't look up at the medic's expression, but he flinched, preparing to be laughed at or mocked.

Broderick's heart broke. "Oh." He didn't know what to say to that. Of course, he had known that Elliot had been treated like a dog, but Broderick hadn't suspected that he may have been fed like one. "I'm so sorry, Elliot. You didn't deserve to be treated like that."

Elliot looked like he was on the verge of tears. His lower lip started wobbling. "M-Master said it was g-good for me. He-He said it would k-keep me in my place."

Broderick shook his head. "That's not right," he mumbled.

Elliot sniffled. "I-I told you I was b-broken."

Broderick's hatred for Christian continued to grow. He shook his head again. "You're not broken, sweet. I think I know what's going on."

Elliot glanced up at the medic, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You-You do?"

Broderick nodded. "Dog food isnt made for human consumption and can result in foodbourne illness. When you first started eating what Christian gave you, your body knew something was wrong and rejected it. But as time went on, you eventually grew used to it. I think the same may be happening now that we're trying to reintroduce you to human food." Elliot's gaze wavered. "I'm hoping that this nausea will start to fade as you get more and more used to eating real food. It'll take some time, and we'll have to start small, but it should be a pretty easy fix. I can give you some anti-nausea medicine too, if that'll help."

Elliot was silent. He didn't react at all to anything Broderick said. Broderick tilted his head as he considered Elliot's blank expression. "You okay, sweet?"

Elliot's dull eyes lowered to his lap. "W-Wouldn't it be easier to just k-keep feeding me d-dog food?" He mumbled. "That-That way, I-I won't be such a-such a burden."

Broderick sighed, his chest and shoulders heaving with the motion. "Elliot, you are not, and never will be, a burden. No one is forcing us to help you. We want to because we're a family." Elliot cringed and glanced up. "I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true." Elliot didn't say anything after that. His gaze lowered once more and he began to fidget with his fluffy blanket. Broderick pursed his lips as he examined Elliot.

It hurt how much Elliot reminded Broderick of his little brothers, how small they were the last time he'd seen them. They were only twelve the last time Broderick had visited them, but that was years ago. For all he knew, they could've been seventeen by now, but it didn't matter. As much as he missed the twins, he'd probably never see them again. Not as long as his father was still in the picture.

Broderick shook the memory of his family out of his mind. Elliot hadn't moved. His shoulders were hunched, his head was lowered, and his fingers were still mindlessly tugging at his blanket.

Broderick forced a comforting smile onto his face, but it was weak and clearly fake. "Why don't I go make you something that'll be easy on your stomach?" Elliot didn't move. "When I was sick, my mom and step-dad would always make me soup with crackers, and it always made me feel better. Why don't I go make you some of the same?"

Those words made Elliot pause his fidgeting and look up at his friend. "Th-That...That sounds...nice."

Broderick raised his brows. "Yeah?"

"But-But, what if I can't keep it down?"

Broderick gently took hold of one of Elliot's quivering hands and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, sweet. We'll go slow, and remember, I'm not going to make you do anything you're not comfortable with. If you're not ready to try, or if you want to be alone, that's okay. It's completely up to you."

Elliot knew Broderick was just saying that. He could see it in his eyes. Broderick desperately wanted him to eat. A pang of guilt struck Elliot in the stomach as he gazed upon the sheer amount of worry in the medic's eyes.

Elliot bit down hard on his lower lip to keep it from trembling. He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand and said, "I-I want to try."

Broderick's face lit up with relief, and despite the anxiety churning in Elliot's stomach, he couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved as well.

"Okay," Broderick said, a wide smile splitting his face. "Then, I'll go make you some soup and crackers. You just relax and I'll be right back." Elliot nodded silently as Broderick left the room.

Elliot was left alone to his thoughts. There was a deep, gnawing ache in his stomach. Whether it was anxiety or hunger, he couldn't tell, but he hoped that just trying to eat human food would sate it, even if just a little.

. . .

"How is he?" Lyra asked the second Broderick left Elliot's room. Karine gently coaxed them back down onto the couch, but the concern painting Lyra's face didn't falter.

Broderick didn't know how to answer. "He's-He's okay." It wasn't completely true. "I'll tell you everything later, but right now, I'm going to make him something that'll be easy on his stomach."

Lyra furrowed their brows and followed Broderick into the kitchen. "What does that mean, 'easy on his stomach'?"

Broderick pulled out a can of chicken noodle soup from the cupboard and poured it into a pot on the stove. "It means, something that won't make him sick."

"So that's why he hasn't been eating? Because it's making him sick?"

Broderick groaned and rolled his eyes. "I thought I said I would talk to you about this later."

"I'm his best friend, Broderick."

"Then, ask him yourself. What happened to Elliot is his business. It's not mine to tell."

Lyra furrowed their brows. "Why are you being like this?" They asked. Broderick stared into the pot of soup, his jaw tight and his fists clenched. "Did something happen?"

There was a tightness in Broderick's chest. He took a deep breath to try to loosen it and turned his eyes toward the ceiling. He was furious. Thinking about how Elliot had been fed nothing but dog food for over a year made his blood boil. No one should be treated like that, least of all someone as kind and cheerful as Elliot. It broke Broderick's heart.

Broderick shook his head as he stirred the soup. "It's Elliot's business," he repeated. "Not mine." Lyra merely stared at him silently after that. Broderick wedged his bottom lip between his teeth to try to keep from crying. "I-I just wish there was more I could do for him. I'm the medic, and yet, there's nothing I can do about the amount of pain he's in."

Lyra nodded in understanding. "I get that," they mumbled. "But he's getting more comfortable around everyone. He's slowly getting better, and he's going to keep getting better as long as we keep helping him." Broderick didn't acknowledge that they'd spoken. He leaned against the counter and wordlessly stirred Elliot's soup. Lyra tiled their head. "Did Elliot tell you something?" Broderick nodded. "But you don't wanna tell me?"

"Like I said." Broderick ladled the soup into a bowl and pulled a bag of crackers out of a different cupboard. "It's his business. Not mine."

"Broderick..."

"I'm gonna go bring him his food."

. . .

It wasn't five minutes later that Broderick returned, this time holding a steaming bowl and a bag of crackers. The smell that wafted into Elliot's nose was delightful, and yet, it made his stomach churn.

"I made chicken noodle soup," Broderick announced as he sat at Elliot's bedside. "I hope that's okay. I figured it was the easiest thing to start with, eh?" Elliot eyed the food nervously, but he nodded. "You okay? Remember, you don't have to eat it if you don't want to."

Elliot pursed his lips. "But you already made it. I don't-I don't wanna waste it."

Broderick smiled. "If you don't eat it, I'm sure someone else will. Hell, I might even eat it. It won't go to waste, I promise."

Elliot's insides clenched and he swallowed the bile rising up his throat. He didn't have to do this. Broderick had told him he didn't have to do this, but by refusing to eat, wouldn't he be disobeying an order?

It's just soup, you pathetic mutt. What kind of worthless bitch is afraid of eating soup?

Elliot clenched his jaw to keep his lip from trembling. "O-Okay," he mumbled. His voice was small and pathetic. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just eat?

Broderick tilted his head. "Sweetheart, you don't have to do this. I'm not going to force you."

Elliot shook his head. "I-I can do it. I can be good. I wanna be good."

"You are good. Nothing is going to change that."

Elliot shrunk in on himself, glancing over at the steaming bowl in Broderick's hands out of the corner of his eye. "I-I don't think I can d-do it when-when you're watching me," he admitted, his voice growing even smaller than before.

Elliot expected Broderick to be angry, to shout at him or throw the scalding hot soup over his head, but the medic didn't do either of those things. Instead, he simply nodded in understanding. "Okay," he said. "Would you like me to leave?"

Elliot hunched his shoulders, his eyes growing misty.

Bad mutt!

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Broderick assured him. He slowly set the bowl and bag down on Elliot's nightstand and began to stand up from his seat. "I'll just set these over here. Take as long as you need. Or, if you don't want it, feel free to bring it back out to the kitchen, or just set it in front of your door and I'll come grab it, eh? I'll give you some privacy." With that, Broderick gently shut the door behind him and Elliot was alone again.

Elliot glanced at the bowl. He stared at it for a few seconds before taking it into his hands. With his weak muscles and the unease coursing through his body, Elliot was shocked he didn't drop the bowl before setting it in his lap.

Staring into the soup, there was less of it than Elliot had expected. Perhaps it was because Broderick wanted ease him into it. That was the only explanation he could come up with, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to believe that it was true.

It's just soup. I can do this

With shaking hands, Elliot brought a spoonful of the delightfully warm food to his lips and carefully drank it down. It was delicious and comforting and sparked a welcome warmth in his chest on the way down. Elliot waited a few seconds. His stomach gurgled and ached, but it ultimately accepted the food. Elliot felt his heart jump.

I did it

It was such a small feat, but one that he found himself growing immensely proud of. He didn't know exactly how long he'd been Christian's pet, how long he'd been forced to eat nothing but dog kibble on his hands and knees out of a tin bowl on the floor. This was the first time in so long that he was able to eat without feeling sick, and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He hoped his friends would be equally as proud of him too.

Elliot sighed in contentment and went in for a second bite.

-

If anyone is curious, Elliot has a type of eating disorder called ARFID (Avoidance/Restrictive Food Intake Disorder) which is basically an eating disorder in which an individual is extremely selective of what they eat (which is a gross oversimplification, but I'm not going to go into detail). In Elliot's case, this comes from a fear of throwing up, which developed as a result of a mild case of refeeding syndrome

Sorry this took so long. I've been struggling a bit lately with my mental health, so writing wasn't a huge priority of mine. Also, this topic is a sensitive one for me, since I have the same eating disorder I gave Elliot, but I thought it was important to touch on for Elliot's recovery

I hope you enjoyed!

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Last 10 Fics/Writing Patterns meme + Last First Line Tag Game

First the writing patterns meme, which is such a cool idea! I was tagged by @teejaystumbles! Thank yoooou.

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics posted to AO3 (Sort by date posted), AND see if there's a pattern!

By last updated date:

3 March 2024: Quaternion

KLOT DOD-DOT The knock of the twisted iron ring against its plate on the outside of his library door startles King Morpheus from his reverie. He is supposed to be notating one of the histories of the Moirai, the so-called Three Sisters of Fate, who have ruled the island nation of Ananke with brutal efficiency since seemingly time immemorial. Their ships have been seen too often in view of his coastline of late and he needs to be prepared for whatever their intentions are.

15 February 2024: you might be the answer to the sinner in me

“Hob, are you alright?” Hob’s shoulders tighten and his spine goes ramrod straight. It is the family holiday dinner and he is out on the back patio in the cold, staring at the over-manicured hedgerows that make up one of the distant property lines. He left to have space to pull out his vape pen and take a hit because that is probably the only way that he is going to get through the night.

16 January 2024: Placebo Effect

“You should just DM him,” Desire is studying their nails, the dark red of dried blood, while reclining on a chaise in the living room of their oldest sister’s condo. “My kingdom for anything that might throw Dearest Mumsie and Popsicle off your trail for an evening. I don’t think I can endure another holiday of it.” They sprawl, letting their head loll backwards over the armrest, to look at Dream almost upside down. “What say you big brother?”

6 January 2024: show me who I am

Hob taps his fingers on the table next to the map of Northern Ireland and takes a sip from his glass of shiraz. “I think this is it. This is the plan. We’ve got it. Anyone see something we missed?” He looks around the table at each person in turn, waiting for a response.

1 January 2024: Another Song

Shunk ka-thunkszzzz. The lights in the entire loft go out. “What the FUCK?” Matthew’s voice smacks into Dream despite the thick panels of wood between them.

30 December 2023: Thoughts on the Roman Empire (and Other Pickup Lines)

“You know, I think this whole meme going around about men thinking about the Roman Empire is great!” Hob smiles at the ceiling as he leans back in his chair, balancing it on its back legs, propping his feet up on the table in the private library study room. He doesn't need to look at Morpheus to know that the grad student is giving him a withering glare, or perhaps not looking at him at all. “First off, people are discussing history! Second, some of the jokes are actually solid gold. Like I saw one that just murdered me in broad daylight. Wanna hear it?”

21 December 2023: Levade

“Oh fuck Dream,” Hob writhes in his bonds. “You said you wanted more did you not?” The centaur smirks. “I am simply acquiescing to your request.”

15 December 2023: You create me against your lips

The first time Hob sees Dream is when the latter has the audacity to enter the Morningstar's realm. He watches as the Dream King intimidates Squatterbloat into bringing him to the Palace. The demon is stupid and gullible, easily swayed, and Hob has a mind to bury his morningstar in the moron's fleshy head, but he would rather observe the visitor and his raven from the shadows.

9 December 2023: where I'm supposed to be

For all that he shares a given name with the God of Sleep, has a nickname of Dream, he has only experienced lucid dreaming rarely. Once, maybe twice, before. But. He knows he is dreaming right now.

26 November 2023: Venus conjunct Saturn

“Show me, Hob.” Dream purrs in a way he knows will make his lover shiver. “Show me how she pleasured you.” He is laid beneath Hob, who is on all fours above him, and the only cloth they have is the sheets upon their bed here in the Dreaming.

Other than 30% of those fics having titles from Maneskin lyrics... apparently I like to start with sounds or dialog. Some in medias res beginnings in there, too. Huh. Fascinating.

And, just for fun, here are the FIRST few lines paragraphs of the finished fic I have on deck, a sequel to A Change in Tactics (published in October 2022!)... (originally I was tagged in a last lines tag game by @amielot!)

“We have to stop meeting like this!” Hob laughed as he broke the barstool in his hands over the head and shoulders of another patron of the White Horse Inn. Said patron had just previously been trying to stab Hob with a shard of wine bottle so he most decidedly deserved it. Hob pulled a chunk of wood from where it had lodged in his palm and frowned at the blood that welled up there. A crash to his left stole his attention. “Ope. Watch out Lou!” Lou ducked the tankard aimed at her head with all the sliding fluid grace of one well-acquainted with being deep in her cups. She didn’t spill a single drop of her own ale as she backed around the bar and out of the Inn through the alleyway door. Lou may have been part of starting this fight, but she clearly had no intention of finishing it. Which was just fine by Hob. Lou didn’t deserve to be in hospital any more than absolutely necessary. She had enough going on, as Hob had just learned. Speaking of his mysterious friend… Hob flung his sweaty hair out of his eyes in time to watch Dream elegantly sidestep the brawler charging him like they were a pair in some courtly dance. The beautiful bastard hadn’t even moved his hands from where they were clasped at the small of his back, while his opponent had gone headlong into a wooden pillar. “This only happens when I join you here, Hob.” One loping step over the fallen man and Dream was back at Hob’s side. (Graceful twat.) “This type of violence is notably absent when you visit my Realm.” (Double the twat on that one.)

I tag... everyone who has a springtime birthday.

[marco-newgate]

Marco X CisFem Reader

2

The color drained from your face as you stared at the picture on your phone. It was posted that morning. The way the brunette cuddled up to him made your blood boil. Even if she was nothing, he fucking lied.

How many other dates were cancelled because he was out doing...whatever the fuck this is? How often was he not actually working? The phone tumbled to the table from your trembling had as you shot to your feet.

You needed to get to the bathroom.

"What the hell just happened?" Thatch turned watching you sprint out of the room.

"No idea." Marco muttered flipping your phone over, his half lidded eyes widening as he looked over the photo, "I'll kick his ass."

"Who? What?" Thatch crossed the room to look over his brother's shoulder, "Who's the broad? Wait...weren't they supposed to have a date last night?" He asked scanning the caption one more time.

Marco took a screenshot and opened your text fulling intending to send it to himself and take care of your Sanji problem.

"Don't." Thatch snatched the phone away, "I know you're protective but F/N has to decide what to do about this."

"If I kill him she won't have to worry about it." Marco growled.

"You aren't killing anyone. But you should probably go check on her." The brunette pushed him out of the kitchen.

Marco started down the hall that lead to the den passing the clusters of family photos, a lot of which you were in. Light spread against the linoleum in front of the bathroom door.

"Uh you OK in there yoi?" He asked pressing his ear to the wood.

You turned the knob leaving it slightly ajar. He took it as permission to enter quietly closing it behind him. You'd thought you were going to be sick instead you just stood there trying to remember how to breathe. Marco watched you huff for a moment before deciding to pull you into his chest. He hadn't given you an actual hug in a very long time. You assumed because he wasn't a touchy guy. Since the crush incident it was side hugs and light punches for you. But someone had to comfort you in Ace's absence.

"I wasn't trying to pry but I saw your phone." He murmured resting his chin on your head as you burrowed into his shirt.

"You guys warned me." You said weakly.

"I'm not here to gloat yoi." He began to sway, "You're an adult. He gave you every reason to trust him."

"I just feel really stupid." Your eyes began to burn.

"You? Stupid? Are you kidding? You're the smartest person in this house right now." He scoffed, "Look, I know you...love him, but Sanji doesn't define you. And he is definitely the stupid one here. You're just too precious and he doesn't know how to handle you."

"You have to say that." You whimpered.

"Says who? I also know what a shit you are. Don't forget that." A dry laugh squeaked passed your lips.

"Thanks Marco."

"So what do you wanna do about this yoi?" He placed his hands on your shoulders gently pushing you back to face him.

You stared up at his forever sleepy face, "I'm not sure. We were supposed to sign the lease for our apartment next week. And my lease is up on the 28th."

"You have a room here. Don't worry about that. I mean what are you going to do about him? Because I have a few ideas."

"No killing anyone... Yet."

"F/N!" Ace shouted from the kitchen.

Marco stepped back opening the door for you.

"Stop screaming idiot!" The blond called tugging you out of the room.

You were halfway down the hall when Ace scooped you up.

"I'll kick his ass." The ravenette muttered squeezing you tight.

"You guys have to let me get to him first."

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"What the fuck is this?" You shoved your phone in the blond's face making him back into his apartment door.

His eyes widened in surprise, "Wha – what are you...."

"You lying sack of shit." You sneered.

It had been two days and you had only managed to get angrier.

"I-inside." He stammered fiddling with the door knob.

Ace and Marco sat in the car ready to intervene if things got too heated. 

"Let me explain."

"I'd love to hear why you felt you could sneak around behind my back without me finding out." You jabbed a finger in his chest, "Be honest. Did I not give you enough? You think I'm an idiot?"

"N-no...of course not. I just..." His voice trailed off.

"What?" Your stomach dropped.

Maybe you didn't want to know the rest of what he had to say. You suddenly didn't want to have any of your questions answered. You weren't prepared for how much it would hurt. 

Fight was fading away and flight was kicking in.

"I just ... don't think I can be with just one person." He lowered his gaze. 

That was it?

Before you knew it your fist was colliding with his jaw sending him to the floor. 

"Two years!" You reeled back for another blow.

He didn't flinch or shy away. He just took it.

You stood and stepped back wiping your face on your sleeve smearing your makeup.

"Just drop my stuff off at pops'." You breathed between sobs.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Fuck you."

You slid across the back seat slamming the door and slumping over.

"What happened to your hand yoi?" Marco asked climbing over the front seat.

You weren't capable of responding. Your chest was constricting, squeezing all of the air out of your lungs.

Marco sat down laying your head on his thigh calmly rubbing your shoulders and back while you sputtered.

"You punched him yeah?" Ace chirped proudly glancing in the rearview as he shifted the car into gear.

You nodded.

Marco slouched out of his black flannel shirt and wrapped it around your bleeding knuckles, "Let's get you home yoi."

[barbatos-sama]

i had a dream that was really weird and probably boring but since it was so odd in a different way than my dreams usually are i'm gonna write about it anyway lol

basically it started out as me being on. i don't wanna say it was a train, maybe like a bus but without a roof, like not closed in. but in my dream i was calling it a train. there were two or three people per seat row, and it was going really slow. we couldn't see anyone driving it, but knew we were being watched by whoever was in power. we were going through some kind of big building that was mostly grays and whites and it was understood that it was easy to get lost if you weren't on the train. it was also understood without being told that if you were to somehow fall off or leave the train something bad could happen to you, but actually we had two "lives" in a way so you could fall off the train once and be fine but if you did a second time you were out. also, the dream kinda started like in the middle of everything. kinda like tuning into a tv show in the middle, the me in the dream knew what was happening but the me witnessing this dream didn't know, if that makes sense? like i didn't question why i was there basically and already knew mostly what was going on.

i was with people that i think i knew and were my friends, but were nondescript blurry faces, not actually any irl friends. i was a weird combination of being content with being on a fun bus ride, but also anxious about the possibility of falling off (there were only small safety bars, not much protection.) at one point some unrest happened aboard and some guy started trying to harass me, and i tried switching seats and he literally got off the train and walked on the side next to it in an attempt to harass me further. everyone on the bus understood what a horrible stupid move that was, and nobody actually tried to get him back on because it was a "if hes this stupid he deserves it" moment. he could feel something approaching though and quickly tried to get back on the train super panicked, nobody could see whatever it was but we could feel it. the train actually started speeding up though making it harder for him to get back on, and he tried to actually pull someone out of their seat to take their place and i think it was a boy i liked so i was panicked, but everyone protected him from being pulled out, so the train started going so fast that we was behind us so far and eventually went out of view, so we didn't see what happened to him. the train slowed down again after that, and everything seemed more chill. the building around kind of opened up and you could see white stairways n stuff, and i understood that people were actually probably walking around this particular area, but they weren't Okay. the train stopped but we knew not to get out. a girl came up to us and sat in the empty spot the one guy had left behind. you could tell she wasn't all there though, almost like she had gone a little loopy from whatever she experienced in the building. she talked a while and made us all uncomfortable, and we came to the conclusion that the train wouldn't start moving again until she left. so some of the stronger guys on the train tried to kick her out, it was harder than we thought it would be though because she seemed to have like, that crazy cocaine strength or something. anyway we got her off and the train started going again.

it cut to us entering our rooms. it was maybe six people per room, and once again they were very white and sterilized looking. "sterilized" though isn't exactly right cause it was kinda dirty in places, i just mean sterilized in like the "it kinda looks like a hospital" way. i wasn't super stoked about our rooms but it was one of those where you just accept it because it's all you have. we had little bunks and the beds couldn't really be called beds bc they were like, bathtub material. we had tiny cabinets for our stuff, kinda like medicine cabinet sized so you couldn't fit much of anything in it. then a bunch of hangers of clothes were put in front of us and it was a first come first serve thing where we had to rush to find clothes in our size. it was stressful and i think i didn't find many clothes. there was a room attached to ours that looked like a classroom, with desks to sit at, but no teacher or real direction. i think we did some shit in the classroom but i can't remember it.

then it cut to us walking around the place, we were chaperoned there by a faceless white entity that i think was in a labcoat. we were directed to a super long hallway (so long you couldn't see the end of it) and it looked a lot more homey than the rest of the facility, the hall was still white but the doorframes were wooden which was very different. each window had shades on it and it looked like a dorms hall. we understood our job was to enter each room and take certain items for whoever was directing us, and certain things we could take for ourselves which was exciting because we had like no possessions of our own. the catch though was that it wasn't safe. we didn't See anything, but we were told there was a chance there were entities in each room and we had to get in and out quickly, and that at least two people needed to be in a room at a time. these dorms were So different than the rest of the place, they seemed like normal, homey rooms. lots of stuff, normal bedrooms with things like nicknacks and stuffed animals, things i hadn't seen in a really long time. i get the feeling these used to be the normal rooms in the facility but something bad happened and everyone who lived there had to suddenly vacate or worse. it was exciting because i yearned for stuff that reminded me of home, frustrating because i had so little time, and stressful because of the possibility of there being ghosts. we couldn't see anything that would be considered paranormal, there was just this Feeling in some rooms that felt scary. so you had to be careful not to take certain objects because it may make the ghosts mad, even though you don't know Which items those would be. the people i was saddled with to do this with weren't my friends from earlier, they were randos that weren't very considerate and kept almost leaving me, they'd be heading towards the door when i wasn't ready yet and i'd have to run after them to not be alone. some rooms we wouldn't dare go in because the energy radiating from them was just rancid, or we could see something weird through the slats in the windows like red lighting or something. some doors were scary because they had signs on them that were like "absolutely do not enter after 7pm" and there a disclaimer in tiny letters that said "in the event you do, you must stay until 7am, do not leave the room." so we didn't dare enter those. while we were doing it every now and again a guy would go into a room with rancid vibes despite us warning them not to, and they'd either never come out or if they did come out they'd be acting loopy like that one lady who had left the train.

anyway we took the train back to our rooms and it became about navigating this room despite how uncomfortable it made me, stuff like showering, shaving, and eating food i didn't like (it was mush). i interacted with my roommates more but i can't really remember a lot of it. they were mostly nice and i think we all understood that we needed to be nice if we were gonna be sharing a room for the rest of our lives. despite seemingly knowing where i was and why i was there, the rational part of my brain sometimes was kind of making theories on what must be going on, trying to understand, as if i were watching it happen rather than experiencing it. my theory was that we were prisoners who were doing tasks that were too dangerous for the instructors to do, but in a way it was also like we were in the best case scenario, like i got the feeling the outside world was destroyed or something and this was the only way we could live life, even if we were being used to perform dangerous tasks or psychological behaviorable experiments.

i can't remember what happened after that but i think the dream switched to a completely different scenario, where i was going to a school and having normal school dream problems, but then i opened the door to a hallway and the train was there, and i had to get back on again

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

BLUSH PIRATES I NEED THEM

OH OH APOKDHGLKGD:JLDL let me just *dies*

ok so I have like two things, actual pirates and then modern au where Blink and Mush play pirates as kids and the school play

Pirate AU-

-Blink is a silly pirate with his crew being Specs, Skittery, Dutchy, Swifty, Bumlets, and Itey (the rest of the newsies are in the town where Blink lives)

-The ship is called Killer Rose and its a nice deep brown with red aesthetic along with a few hints of gold

-Blink grew up in the town Ivory on the island called Theater (see what I'm doing there)

-Medda isn't a Queen but more of a Mayor type but she still takes care of everyone with the help of the council which consists of Bill, Darcy, Myer, Ester, Hanna, Mr. Kloppman

-The kids kinda run around and take up little jobs like working as a bartender, or innkeeper etc (I could so go on with that)

-So Blink makes a crew one day because some kids are tired of it here and Blink wanted to help people and be sort of an army in a way

-YOU WANNA KNOW WHY

-BC AN EVIL KING IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD

-I really don't know how this will work but were gonna make it work

-Quick world budling: so it do be earth with islands but most of them are big enough to have a kingdom ya know along with having enough land to travel on foot

-The one in particular that has the evil King is called, Brookburn, and it's quite a size but the King Pulitzer (fucking try me) wants more but can never have enough

-Katherine lives there with him along with Mush

-Mush is Katherine's personal servant but she treats him as a brother unlike her dad who is so mean to him

-Katherine finds Mush in the forest one day on a walk with her old Nurse who later died

-Mush took the spot the next day and Katherine didn't treat him any different, but her dad doesn't like the idea that he is a boy, still Katherine won the fight, and there besties your honor

-ENTER KID BLINK lksdghlkkhsgdhl

-The crew needed supplies and while non of them wanted to go to Brookburn they had too so here we are

-They meet a boy named Spot who has a gang that works on the docs, Blink made sure to hide their Pirate things seeing as Pulitzer is not a fan, let alone to new people

-The crew easily lied about why there sailing and make their way to an Inn and eat some food

-The next day as there getting supplies and Blink stumbles upon Mush

-Who is also in the market buying things (as one dose)

-this sounds more like a fairytale istfg

-So they play flirt but Mush has to leave soon so Blink asks to see him again and Mush just dies and asks where he can find Blink

-That night Katherine gets all the details and tells Mush to leave early tomorrow, Mush doesn't want too seeing as if her dad found out he would die

-Either way, he goes to find Blink at the Inn, Mush ask him to follow him

-He takes him to a flower field and they talk about everything and nothing

-Blink makes Mush a flower crown and Mush makes him one but there on borrowed time

-Blink has to leave in the morning and he asks Mush to come with him but Mush doesn't want to leave Katherine and Spot and his little gang

-So ofc Blink tells Mush they can all come with him

-Mush wants to so bad but he knows what will happen if they'll all leave

-Blink sees distress on Mush's face and promises to protect him

-They hold hands on the way back to the Inn and Blink offers to walk him home but Mush isn't ready to say who he works for

-Blink tells him he'll be back and kisses him on the cheek

-Mush smiles so big it lights up the street, he runs to the stupid castle and screams on the way there while jumping and laughing but getting back into his room Pulitzer is there questioning him

-He lies and tells him he was out with Spot and met a woman, Pulitzer chuckles and tells him how could anyone love a servant like him

-An hour later Katherine comes to get him but sees him crying, explaining what happened and it was not infact the boy he went to see Katherine makes sure to get Mush extra breakfast in the morning

DO YOU WANT A PT.2 BC IM ABOUT TO DIE SINCE THIS IS GOING ON SO MUCH????

I HAVENT EVEN WENT INTO DETAIL ABOUT THE MODERN AU FOR THIS

Part 2| Part 3| Part 4|

[youreyeson1y]

when no one is around, you'll find me on my tallest tiptoes (shining just for you)

pairing: bang chan x reader (you/your)

title: mirrorball by taylor swift (album: folklore)

cw: swearing, mental health (reader is emotionally drained)

synopsis: sometimes someone just needs to show up for you to realise that maybe even the end of the world doesn't sound so bad if they're with you. or, where chan sends you a text that makes you break down.

tags: comforttt, chan being the absolute sweetheart that he is, reader is the silent type who doesn't prefer talking about their struggles, unedited, lowercase intended, relationship is not defined so can imagine it however y'all want 🤍

author's note: this was heavily self indulgent because sometimes you just need the reassurance that it'll be fine. so to anyone that needs to hear it, whatever you're struggling with now, you'll just look back on it in the long run and be proud of yourself. i love you, and my dms are always open if you wanna talk <3

word count: 0.9k

enjoy !

"did you eat today?"

it was just a text. just a single text.

but you were surprised to see teardrops on your phone screen as you stared at those words for a solid ten minutes.

it was nothing out of the ordinary; chan was always checking up on you, making sure you were hydrated, got home safe, or anything and everything else.

but sitting in the hallway in front of your apartment door, with messy hair and crumpled up pieces of papers in your bag and your glasses resting on the top of your head, covered with dirty fingerprints... you felt pathetic.

chan was the one managing a world famous band, he was the one constantly producing songs or brainstorming ideas or working on their demanding choreography.

as you absent-mindedly scrolled up your chat, it was him who was constantly checking up on you and asking you the simplest things that held the deepest meaning.

and what were you doing?

letting some mundane crisis wear you out and come back to being the person you had tried so hard to escape.

the silent vibration of your phone made you wipe your tears with a shaky breath, and accept the call request with a smile on your face.

"hey man, how was practice toda—"

"i'm coming over with your favourite take-out, and you're gonna shut the fuck up for once and let me treat you."

"chan..." inhale. exhale. you could not allow yourself to cry in front of him.

he already had a lot on his plate with the comeback, he didn't need you to add on to that and ma—

"and if you need to, we can talk about your day, and i can tell you about mine, and we can laugh about the stupid things me and the boys did or how steve has been pissing you off these days,  or we can just not say anything and eat and go to bed. how's that sound, love?"

what did you ever do to deserve this man?

"where are you, chan? i miss you."

the elevator dings, making you look up and exhale, your whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of him.

"i'm right where you need me to be." he smiles, his dimples and tiny nose scrunch making your insides ache.

"i'm sorry," you almost felt bad because of how good it felt, having someone you care about meet you halfway. being taken care of. "you're probably so tired after practice, you really didn't have to..."

you didn't want to be a burden, but looking at the way his gaze softened and his shoulders relax as you meet his eyes, you realise...

maybe you could help carry each other's burden; together.

chan placed his bag on the ground and crouched down on the floor beside you, mirroring your position.

he saw your tear streaked face, and you remember telling him once how cringey you found it when male leads would enter like knights in shining armour and save the helpless maidens.

you wish you hadn't, because you really needed the saving right now.

chan smiled.

"you know," he started, taking your glasses from your head and wiping them on his shirt. "i had a pretty shitty day today. i mean, it wasn't that bad, but i feel like i could've done much better, that i couldn't give my best. and maybe we couldn't finish recording today because of my mistakes. but the weird thing is, i realised that i wanted to say that to you. and you know how much i hate letting people know that i messed up." he chuckled.

he gently puts the glasses on your face, making you look at him.

"i wanted to let you know that i didn't do well today because i knew you would not just cheer me up, but tell me to do better next time.

i sent you that text purely out of selfish motives, so that i could get a chance to talk to you. so honestly, you don't have to feel bad."

you hadn't even spoken a word since he'd arrived, but it felt like he understood you better than you could've ever put it into words.

"plus, i was craving some chinese anyway." he stood up, reaching out his hand to you. "so, are you gonna make me wait outside the whole night, or are we gonna get in?"

"chan," you felt... love. adoration. gratitude. he did have a way of making you feel things you didn't know you could feel anymore. "did you get those complimentary starters they give? i will simply not let you in if you haven't."

as you saw him finally flash his biggest smile at you, you knew you would be okay.

"who do you take me for? of course i did! and i was going to wait till desert but they may have given me a little somethin-somethin on the house as they were closing up their shop."

it didn't matter what you both talked about as you sat down to have cold take out food; why you felt like punching steve or how chan was having the time of his life trolling stays on his lives.

at the end of the day, what mattered was you knew he was there, someone to listen to you talk for hours and hours and someone he could fall asleep in the arms of, forgetting for a moment that he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

and thats how you know it would all be okay.

because even if it felt like the end of the world, there was someone willing to spend it with you.

a/n: comments and reblogs are what keeps me going so they are highly appreciated, thank you !

if you're going through something similar, please feel free to reach out to anyone, remember, there are people out there who love you more than you may realise.

untill next time 💌

bang chan masterlist

[glitzandglammer-kittycat]

Weird OC shit

Anwir : I'm bored.

Zan : Wanna commit first degree murder?

Anwir : Sure! Pavo , hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Charles down!!

Faloi : A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Anwir has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them.

Zan: By forcing them to have fun at a party that they don’t want to be at?

Faloi : I knew you’d understand.

Anwir : Pulls a glass of water from out of nowhere

Charles: Where did you get that?

Anwir : My pocket.

Charles: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Anwir : Skills.

Zan: trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark

Zan: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?"

Associate: Well, I-

Zan: How about "You banged my mom?"

Associate: No...

Zan: You know what, I'll just get a blank one.

Zan: writes You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

Anwir : Is something burning?

Zan, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Anwir : Zan, the toaster is literally on fire.

Pavo: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Zan: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Zan: I do two things and two things only. I devastate sorry motherfuckers, and get shit done as an awesome leader.

Anwir : I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

Faloi: Zan, why is Anwir intruding on our cuddle time?

Anwir : Zan, why is Faloi intruding on our cuddle time?

Zan, in distress: Please… I have two hands…

Charles: Hey, do you know the password to Pavo’s computer?

Zan: Fuck you, Charles.

Charles: Hey!! Zan: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouCharles".

Charles: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

Charles: Zan gave me a get better soon card.

Anwir : That's sweet!

Charles: I wasn't sick, they just think I can do better.

Charles: I hate Anwir .

Faloi: Don’t say hate. That is a mean word.

Charles: Fine, I LOATHE Anwir .

Faloi: How did you even get in here?

Zan: Charles's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Zan's door"!

Charles: I’m closing the window.

Anwir : Faloi won’t wake up, what do I do?

Zan: Did you try kicking them?

Anwir : Yes. Zan: I’m out of ideas.

Zan: How do you type so fast?

Pavo: Anxiety.

Zan, making a cup of tea: Yeah, get into that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce.

Pavo: Hey, do you take constructive criticism?

Zan: I absolutely fucking do not.

Faloi: You three, explain right now!

Pavo: It was Zan.

Anwir : It was Zan.

Charles: It was Zan.

Zan:

Zan: …fuck.

Anwir : Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Faloi: Please never become a surgeon.

Pavo, on the phone: Where are you?

Zan: I told you, I’m at work

Pavo: Swear you’re not at Chuck E Cheese again?

skee ball machine alarm goes off in the background

Anwir : I am strong! I beat Pavo at arm wrestling!

Zan: Anyone can beat Pavo at arm wrestling!

Pavo: Hey-

Pavo: All snacks are gone.

Anwir : I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

Anwir , to Faloi: Are you peanuts? Because I want to boil you alive.

(ANWIR! DON'T BOIL YOUR BROTHER!)

Charles: Anwir and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.

Anwir : We what?

Zan: I just drank a lego piece.

Charles: ...what the hell?! You melted plastic and drank the liquid?

Zan: Yes.

Charles: Why did you even melt a lego in the first place?!

Zan: Because it looked like chocolate! So I drank it! You know, like a chocolate shake?

Anwir , about Zan: They're speaking some kind of French.

Charles: Let me handle it. I speak Spanish. It's the same thing.

Faloi: How do you connect with a fictional character?

Anwir : What?

Pavo: What?

Zan: What?

Charles: pulls up a 500 slide presentation I'm glad you asked.

Pavo: You really believe in Charles?

Anwir : Luckily, they believe in themself enough for the both of us.

[causticsunshine]

because i’ve supposedly entered my villain era by calling out weird fan behavior alongside the unsafe lack of masking earlier on in louis tour, ya boy is back with another Fandom Gripe Post at long last!

i'm fully prepared to have some people coming for my neck over this one because this one is more larrie focused, but if you are feeling directly attacked by what i have to say, all i have to say in turn is: perhaps you are feeling attacked because i hit the nail on the head in some way? perhaps rethink things a little?

but anyway, today i'm going to talk about problematic levels of clear ✨Favoritism✨ and the hypocrisy i've lately been seeing it go hand in hand with:

- a good amount of larries i see around these days just love to pretend they don't have strong biases towards harry or louis, meaning that they love them equally or love them differently but with the same fervor, but then constantly show their asses in showing their favoritism by actively criticizing one and constantly uplifting the other.

like there's no shame to be found if you vibe with one more than the other! or if you're like me wherein depending on what's going on, your attention tends to switch around, because at least there's honesty found in that! instead though i've seen countless people claim they love and support both of them equally but then constantly show their ass when it comes to favoritism, and in a really ugly and hypocritical sense.

- the specific favoritism i wanna talk about today is the one i've been seeing the most of lately, and that's the favoritism i see in those who have louis is a clear favorite but cannot seem to stop finding excuses to dog on harry or make fun of him and/or hold him to standards i definitely don't see louis being held to and pretending it's just a quirky dynamic, ya know <3

if you want good and recent example of this: people being mad as hell about how HSLOT was going down last year and nitpicked every little thing about it from fans going to multiple shows to the mask mandates at shows, and then have since gone to or are going to go to numerous louis shows at much smaller venues where most fans aren't wearing masks or are taking theirs off (when it's the area's and/or venue's fucking policy especially!) and are packed super close together with other fans because most of these venues sell most of their tickets for pit/standing on the floor?

or! saying how H immediately putting on a mask and running backstage after a show wasn't 'safe enough' when L was almost consistently meeting fans maskless the first little leg of US tour, not to mention handing out food maskless (regardless of the kind gesture...bro it ain't the time)? like both their asses haven't always smart about public masking and def have deserved callouts for it but at least harry wasn't hanging out around fans maskless before or after shows in close proximity?

and if anyone tries to jump down my throat again about where masking is mandated and where it isn't because then 'it shouldn't matter alex omg you're so stupid'..... bro people are still getting covid even in areas where the mandates have been lifted?? a mask mandate being lifted just means numbers are supposedly good enough that we don't have to mask up everywhere anymore but it's still your choice if you'd like to keep wearing your mask or not and risking shit but like sorry you lack the common sense to understand that?

- and also on the treatment of harry vs. treatment of louis by those with an obvious favoritism to louis: why are so many of y’all so goddamn meaaan to H all the time like the fuck did he do to you that you always gotta talk about him like he’s your bitchass annoying friend you constantly make fun of just because you don’t want them to sit at your lunch table anymore?? it’s really not funny considering the point most of you take it like 'oh i wanna throw hands with him so bad <3' and 'louis is my fave but yeah h and i got beef uwu' as if that's just your Quirky Ting you do with him because your relationship is ‘different’ to yours with louis… like bro why is that funny to you? why is that your knee-jerk reaction when he legit hasn't done shit to you? sure most of us have a different relationship to the two of them individually but we’re not all constantly making fun of either of them to that degree?

personally yeah, before anyone tries to come and call me or anyone else a hypocrite: i do make fun of the both of them in a lighthearted way pretty often—like i'll call harry a silly fruit or roll my eyes at some of his music/book/tv and film tastes because they're not for me, or i'll tell louis if he doesn't stop talking about NFTs i'm gonna smack him with a rolled up newspaper—but i’m not the one here claiming i'm a 'true larrie' and i 'love them both' when all i do is raise one up and have some weird and warped personal vendetta against the other based off of some petty made up bullshit to try justify my favoritism?

sorry but some of y'all are just assholes about this shit... like, you ever hear of the phrase 'if i don't have anything nice to say...' because i'm here to remind you! you don't have to start babying them but jesus christ what do you get out of being legitimately fucking mean to your lesser favorite all the goddamn time? do you have a sadism complex? are you mean to your friends like this too, because you can't seem to distinguish poking fun from being a dick? gotta say i'm a little concerned!

- i always say solos, particularly solos who get it Wrong like het harries and stunt louies and uwu-louies (just to start!), are the bane of my fucking existence here but “larries” acting in similar accordance to them with these warped favoritisms passed off as anything but and constant inability to keep your clear non-favorite’s name out of your mouth—especially when all you are is mean to and about them and constantly lord shit over them and criticize them for anything and everything—are quickly shooting to the top of my shit list because i’m convinced in some ways y’all are worse… at least with solos they’re not pretending to like someone they just constantly talk shit on??

but yeah i'm just tired of the hypocrisy and this is a callout i see far less than some of the other warranted ones i see floating around but i wanted to make it because i think people just fully being assholes for the stupidest made up reasons is a bit of a problem?

and just a reminder because this was a more pointed post, but if you're doing the same shit but in reverse wherein harry is your clear fave and when you talk about or on louis, all you do is dog on him and hold him to weird standards.... every callout to nasty behavior i made here applies to you as well, you're not safe!!

but yeah i wish everyone doing this nonsense pretending they're not or feeling a little called out when they genuinely believe they're not taking things this far a very happy Reassess Yourself and Get Well Soon x

[multifandomwhore-003]

Pregnant

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female! reader

Summary: Making the choice wasn't hard, asking for help is.

Genre(s): Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of abortion.

Gif credits to whom it belongs

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You knocked on the door, John B opened it.

"Hi, I uh- I'm looking for JJ,"

"Oh, he's in the back fixing his bike," he let you inside the house.

You awkwardly walked to the other door, as you walked to the backyard, regret hit you.

No, it wasn't a good idea to come here. No, you shouldn't be here, yet you were.

"JJ," you made the blonde boy turn around.

"Y/N, hi," he tossed a towel behind his shoulder, "What are you doing here?" He crossed his arms over his bare chest.

You and JJ met over two months ago, both of your friends always seemed to go to the same places, so you got to know him after both groups decided to talk one night. Three weeks ago you hooked up, and now you were knocked up. You wore a condom, just to be clear.

"I'm here because I have to tell you something," you scratched your neck.

"Is everything okay?"

"Well, depends on how you wanna see it," you confessed.

He frowned.

"I'm pregnant," you spat.

He widened his eyes as he stared at you coldly.

"But I'm not having the baby,"

He sighed relieved, "For god's sake Y/N, don't play with me like that,"

You chuckled, "Stop being so dramatic,"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you have the right to know,"

"I mean, it's not like you need me to make a decision, you already made up your mind," he pointed at you with his hand.

You both stayed in silence.

"Was that all?" He finally spoke.

"No, I-" you bit your lip, "The real reason I came here is that I don't have anyone to go with, my parents are out of town and you're the first and last person that I've told,"

"So what? You want me to be by your side through all?"

You gulped, "You know what? This was dumb, I'm just gonna go and we don't have to talk about this, ever again," you shook your head.

"No, wait," he grabbed your hand, "It wasn't dumb, sorry I sounded like an ass. When are you going?"

"Thursday 2 pm,"

"Fine, I'll pick you up at 1, deal?"

You nodded.

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"Well, we're here," JJ stopped the car.

"Oh, boy," You squinted her eyes at the sight of women and men who were protesting outside the clinic.

"Hey, I'll punch every single one of them out of the way if I need to," JJ placed his hand on your knee.

You got out of the car, he interlaced your fingers with his and sighed before starting to walk. The small crowd began to invade you with every stupid argument they could come up with. Their lack of empathy of a sixteen-year-old girl who wasn't in the position to have a kid astonish you, you used a condom but had bad luck, you weren't irresponsible or stupid, it just happened. You weren't religious, so you couldn't care less if they told you that Jesus wasn't gonna love you anymore; you didn't have a lot of sexual experiences and so they had no idea of what they were saying when they called you a whore. A guy tried to grasp your arm and so JJ had to pull you closer to him to protect you.

You entered the place and a woman immediately received you.

"Sorry you had to go through that," she scorted the both of you to a chair, "They call themselves Christians, the children of God; but they're just a bunch of racists, homophobic and transphobic hypocrites," she rolled her eyes.

You felt safe with her words.

"So, which one of you will get the abortion? I'm asking because we recently got a pregnant trans man,"

"She is," JJ pointed at the girl.

"What's your name?"

"Y/N Ruiz,"

The woman checked through the screen of a tablet, "Oh, here you are Miss Ruiz, seems like you're right on time for your appointment," she smiled at you, "Doctor Jones will do your procedure, come with me so we can prepare you,"

You nodded and saw the blonde boy.

"I'll wait for you here, okay? I won't go," he kissed your hand before you left his sight.

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As you moved towards the lobby, your eyes were greeted by a nervous Blonde boy walking in circles with two ice creams in his hands, a white rose, and a red box. When your eyes met him, he giggled happily and gave you everything he had in his hands.

"I know it may be a little too much, but I didn't know what else to give you, to be honest, I didn't know if it was right to give you anything at all. I decided to just buy the most basic stuff, sorry if it's awkward or-"

"JJ," you interrupted him, "It's perfect, besides you got my favorite ice cream flavor,"

"Well, I remember you ordered it when we all went to the beach for the millionth time,"

You chuckled before going out again. This time you ran toward the van as fast as possible. Once you closed the door, you looked at each other as if you just won a war.

"So, should I take you to your house," He started the engine.

"No, how about we just go to the beach and enjoy the icecream?"

"Sure, we can watch the sunset there,"

You opened the window and breathed the tropical air, you watched the trees pass by and took your hand out just to have more sensibility of the environment.

"JJ, can I ask you something?"

"Mhm," his eyes were glued to the road.

"What would you've done if I'd decided to have the baby?"

"I would get a job or two, I mean, I had to support you whatever your choice was," he turned to see you.

You smiled brightly at him.

[poguestvff]

CALL ME BACK P. 2 — JJ MAYBANK

in which, JJ and Y/n finally reconcile whilst sat on the bathroom floor

taglist | masterlist | 1.8k words

warning(s): very small descriptions of wounds, angst if you squint, fluff, for the most part, and nothing else i dont think. she/her pronouns part one !!!

The ringing of the phone beside her hadn't made y/n budge instantly. She wasn't expecting a call, her parents knew where she was and who she was with, her friends knew where she was and who she was with. she didn't exactly think there was a reason for a phone call so she let it ring. When a soft ding followed it, the boy beside her let out a sigh.

She raised from the bed, sitting up as she stretched her arms above her head. Y/n picked up her phone from the small table as she noticed the photo she had tried posting finally went through, the tagging of Topper's account making his phone go off as well. She swiped down to the notification center, finding a voicemail from JJ. Her heart seemed to sink within her chest momentarily. She hadn't seen that name in a couple of days, hadn't come in contact with him in a couple of weeks.

It wasn't something she wanted, it was something she needed. Something they needed; Space from one another. She should've seen it coming, hurdling at her at a rapid pace since the time they'd began dating, but she ignored just about every sign until it was right in front of her. She never blamed him, she never would blame him. Y/n understood he had a troubled time showing affection, he was her best friend after all, she knew him in and out, there was no reason to not hold a candle to his name.

Seeing his name made a mountain of things run through her head. Questions upon questions on whether she should listen but a gut feeling made her decision final as she lifted the device to her ear. "Uh, hey. Hey, Y/n/n." She could hear the shakiness, the sound of hesitance that wavered within his voice. "I don't know why I called... Yes, I do. I just really need someone right now and—and everyone's gone. I didn't know who to call except you. Just... just if you get a minute call me back." Then the line went silent.

She looked over to Topper, the boy sleeping sound beside her on his stomach previously though now he lay, staring right back at her. "Was that maybank?" He asked in a groggy tone, a yawn following as he rubbed at his eyes. She hummed, pushing her legs over the side of the bed. "Why did he call?"

"I uh... he didn't say." she said in a low, confused tone, holding the phone in her lap. She couldve called him back, she probably should've. But she didn't know how she'd react if she heard his voice and have to listened to his pained tone again. She typed out several different messages, all in preparation to send but she couldn't decide on which one immediately.

"It's too early, just go back to sleep." Topper said, pulling lightly at the back of her shirt. She looked over her shoulder to him, seeing a tired smile on his face that she didn't reciprocate. "What?"

"I really have to go, Top." She told him as he let out a sigh, turning over on to his back to stare at the ceiling. "He needs me—"

"Just like how Pope needed you to come to dinner the other day or like how Kiara needed your help to chose an outfit."

She clicked her teeth, shaking her head as she stood, setting the phone on the bed. "Don't be an ass." She muttered, grabbing her hoodie from the floor as she threw it over her head. "This is different."

"Tell me how it's different."

"It's JJ! That's how it's different." She exclaimed, hands tossing up before settling at her hips. "If he needs someone and I'm the person he calls, it's not for a dinner date and it's not fashion advice. it's because he genuinely needs someone."

She wasn't quite sure why Topper was so upset over this. they weren't dating, they were just close friends. Friends who spent the night together, watching comedy movies until they cried of laughter. Nothing more, she didn't doubt that for a second. Especially when she knew even when she did these things with JJ, there was always the happy, bubbly feeling within her that didn't feel the same with Topper.

And so the boy rolled his head over to her, fingers thumping against his chest. She couldn't tell what was going on in his head. He hadn't looked angry and there wasn't a frown on his face. It almost looked like he was expecting this, expecting her to defend JJ, tooth and nail. "Then go, y/n."

He looked like he had more to say, like he was biting his tongue, but if he had, he kept those thoughts to himself. "I will." She said, grabbing her phone and her keys, placing them in her back pocket to leave the thornton house.

She sat in the drivers side, pulling her phone from her pocket as the second she'd opened it, JJ's contact was still there. She still hadn't decided on what to send and so she finalized her messaging that she was on the way, sending that she was on her way and a heart. Which, ironically, was the same heart, once again, that they had sent weeks ago before for the last time in their last and final text conversation.

Driving the direct route that she'd known to the chateau had made her stomach feel unnerved. She’d recognized every turn, every stop sign, and the dirt road leading up to the plot. Finding that the front door was not properly closed, clearly slammed as she remembered that the screen was missing a screw causing it to need to be closed slow. The creaky door made someone in the house move as Y/n entered. "JJ?" She asked, making her way further into the home. "Jay, it's just me."

Another noise came from the bathroom as she moved around the corner, seeing JJ sat on the floor. The back of his head was against the wall and his eyes were closed though soft tear streaks shined across his cheeks from the way the light hit them. He opened his eyes finally, only side eyeing Y/n as she stood at the doorway. "i'm sorry."

"Don’t even think about apologizing." She said, pushing his feet back lightly to open the bottom cabinet, finding the medicinal items she needed. She sat in front of him, her knees digging into the hard wood floor below them. She could feel his eyes on her every move while she poured the alcohol onto a small hand towel. "This is gonna sting."

"I know." He replied, a sad smile coming on her face as she began to clean up the small cuts on his cheeks and the split lip. Her opposite hand held his chin lightly, dragging the towel lightly over his skin. She avoided all eye contact, he knew that for a fact as his eyes darted around her face.

She sat back on her ankles as she pointed at his shirt. He nodded, arms raising though wincing in the process as she rushed to his aid, helping him pull the dirty tee from over his head. The bruises that had become more prominent in the time of him waiting on the floor had caused for a heavy feeling to settle in her chest but she didn't say a thing, continuing to work in silence to help ease his pain just enough, leaving at one point to grab a cold beer from the fridge to place against his abdomen since there wasn't a single thing in the freezer other than the quarter filled ice tray.

"So...you and Topper." He said as she tilted his head to the side to clean the blood from the side of his jaw. She gave him a rather chagrined glare. "Sorry, just looking out."

"You don't have to look out anymore." She mumbled as he frowned. "And no... Topper and i— never." she cut herself off.

He went silent for a second, feeling the way her short nails scratched at the side of his cheek lightly. "You’re wrong." he said, suddenly, in Y/n's opinion as she gave him a confused look. "i always have to look out for you. like... like how you're doing right now."

"That’s different." She said for the second time that day.

"You wanna tell me how?"

She sighed, placing her hands in her lap as she sat back. "It just is, JJ. I’m sitting here cleaning your stupid... wounds like old times. This is nothing new."

"And because you and topper's friendship is new, it's different?" he asked. She placed her hands over her face, letting out a low groan against them. "It it's different because we're exes? Because you and Topper dating shouldn't be any of my concern now? News flash, you and Topper even remotely being friends was one of my concerns when we were friends."

She moved her hands from her face, staring at him. "No. what? No, what are you talking about? I didn't even come here to argue about topper, I don't get why it's even a topic right now." she said, her voice faltering near the end before she began leaning forward again to place a bandaid over his cheek.

"Because you know..." he trailed as she didn't even bother stopping. "You’re not... his."

"So what? I’m yours, is that what you're insinuating?" she asked, collecting the trash into her hand.

He didn't answer immediately, fiddling with his fingers in his lap instead. "Yeah." He mumbled. it was clear to him that she had not expected that answer. She stopped, pulling back again, so they could look directly at one another. "I didnt just call you because I could, I called you cause I needed you. I couldve called anyone but I called you because you know me best and i know you best. I know you well enough that you'd drop whatever you were doing for me. That's selfish, yes, but I needed you. Not want, need. A want would be that i want you back."

He was right because that's exactly what she did. And she knew him well enough to see the way he suck his shoulders just slightly in fear of what she'd say next. What she did next. Y/n's hands moved to rest on both of his cheeks, leaning forward to press a light kiss to his forehead before hugging him to her chest. "It didn't work out the first time." She told him in a lower tone.

"That was a trial run, i know what not to do." It was a joke, she knew. He had terrible timing. She heard the emphasis on the ‘I’, implying that he was the only one who made mistakes with the relationship. She let out a very minimal laugh at this, shaking her head at his antics.

She pulled back, running her thumb over the bandaid on his cheek. "We know what not to do." She correct him, placing a gentle kiss to his lips that he returned.

And within that moment, They both knew they were neither a want or need for one another. They were both.

[jaesvelvet]

precious — park jeongwoo

warnings: lowercase,grammartical error,mention of death,nightmare

words: 1.8k words

pairing: jeongwoo + fem reader

it's nothing strange when jeongwoo stays with your family during holidays or school days. you guys' bonds are really strong, besides your parents are also best friends since high school so that's why both of you are close to each other.

it's usual summer breaks, jeongwoo hanging with you at your house, binging some netflix series. jeongwoo who is already bored watching the vampire diaries for thousand times, secretly glancing at his best friend.

he never thought of having a girl like you as his best friend (beside haruto of course) for him, you're perfect. sometimes he has a thought that he would never bored live in this world with you only. sounds creepy but that's how he loves his friendship with you.

turning 17 is a lot harder than jeongwoo ever imagine, he thought going through puberty is a lot easier. but trust him, it's not.

when he gets older, he realized that he saw you not as a best friend but as a girl he wants to date. he doesn't know when or why he fell for you but for sure he head over heels towards you.

"woo, stop looking at my pretty face"

"am i supposed to look at your damon then?" jeongwoo scoffed, flustrated you caught him looking at her

"um, yea?" you answer, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl and stuffed into her mouth, without breaking the glance from television

jeongwoo let out a small laugh, seeing you, really into that show although this is their thousands time watching it

"im tired of these vampires, i'm bored" he confesses, lean back on the beige couch, once again he glances at you hoping you would respond to him

"you can't get tired of this, we're gonna binge this show until we're old," you said

"old? are you gonna be old with me y/n?" jeongwoo asked

without looking at the brown-haired boy, you nodded

"how about your future husband? doesn't he be jealous when his wife binge her favorite show with her guy best friend?" jeongwoo asked, when he sure his feelings towards you, he can't help but think about their future, if they ended up with someone else, does their friendship will last long? or they're gonna be like a stranger?

jeongwoo's question finally made you pause the show and turns her back to jeongwoo, staring at his relaxed face

"what?"

"i don't want to be married, no-one can't stand if i'm having one of those ruthless nightmares" you frowned and pout at the same time, jeongwoo can't help but smile as a response, he just wanna pinch your soft cheeks.

you suffer from nightmares, although it happens occasionally, when it's happened, you will call jeongwoo, face-timing the sleepy boy until the next morning because you're too scared to return to sleep and spent the rest of the night, crying. and jeongwoo is the one and only who accompany you till the next morning no matter how tired he is.

he never sleeps when you having a nightmare, he will take care of you and calm you down, you will keep apologizing to jeongwoo and treat him with good food the next day, and of course, jeongwoo didn't mind at all, because he hates seeing someone he loves suffering.

"so do you want to get married to me then?" jeongwoo asked, if haruto is here, he will screaming at the top of his lungs cause jeongwoo finally got some brave to make his move.

you let out a big laugh

"nope, i want to marry with damon" you stick out your tongue at jeongwoo, making the boy tickles your body.

the house filled with your and jeongwoo's laughter, although you guys didn't notice you guys are really at your highest of happiness now.

+.*

it's 4 am and you once again woke up because of the nightmare. however, this nightmare felt different, it made you shaking so bad and out of breath, your body all covered with cold sweats, tears slowly falling to your cheeks.

quietly you sobbing in your blanket, although all of your nightmares seem real, this nightmare felt too overwhelmed for you— usually, you would call jeongwoo but today you didn't, it because your nightmare this time is about him.

you never dreamt about anyone else, never! but tonight you dreamt about jeongwoo, you dream that he is dead. his soul left his body because saving you. all the scenarios from your dream keep playing in your heads and you want to forget it but you can't.

and that time you realized,

you and jeongwoo fit together like a puzzle piece.

+.*

you didn't sleep after the long night. you calmed yourself by watching some of your and jeongwoo videos together. you cried when you realized you fell way too deep at jeongwoo. his laughs are loud and annoying, he's too talkative, and he's too clingy. for others, he may be annoying but not to you, you could listen to his laugh, he's never-ending story while he clinging onto you every day and you feel weird if he didn't do that for a day. he also always put others first before him, he always cares about the people he treasure. how can you not fall for this boy!?!?

you grabbed ices cube from the freezer and put it on both of your eyes to get rid of the swollen eyes. although you knew so well jeongwoo would notice your swollen eyes but it's never hurt to try.

minutes later you heard jeongwoo's voice across the living room, greeting your mother. quickly you threw the ices into the sink and wipe your wet eyes using your sleeve.

you grab your mom's morning coffee and greet jeongwoo who already enter the kitchen, smiling widely as he saw you.

"jeongwoo, your voice is so loud my ears hurt!" you said trying to act normal.

jeongwoo grins and side hug you, jeongwoo frowns when he saw you drink a coffee? you hate coffee, even the smell made you mad.

"you drank coffee y/n? are you a real y/n?" jeongwoo look at you with a suspicious look and hit your head

"you ghost, get out from y/n's body, she sleeps and watching the vampire diaries all days it's no hope for you to control her body" he hit your head once again

"ouch! ya, park jeongwoo!" you slap jeongwoo's chest and put down the mug on the counter.

"that was my mom," you said making jeongwoo mouthing an 'o'

you and jeongwoo are now in your study room, studying for your guys' upcoming exam after summer breaks end. the room is so quiet, and it made you nervous. whenever you with jeongwoo, you guys are never this silent. usually, jeongwoo would sing or throw some stupid jokes that could lighten the darkroom.

you glance at jeongwoo, you lowkey surprised seeing the male is so focused on his study, jeongwoo is indeed a smart boy but you never see jeongwoo study so seriously???

"woo, you okay?" you asked

jeongwoo drops his pencil and finally look at you

"why?"

"um, the silence is too loud, you know"

"yeah"

jeongwoo continues his study after the short answer. his short responses making you shocked. never in your life he treat you like this

"woo, are you okay?" you asked again

jeongwoo sighed and his eyes bore into you.

"your eyes swollen, i thought we have no secrets at all? but i think we have now" he said and crossed his arms.

he felt upset when you didn't tell him why you were crying. he saw your eyes red and swollen in the kitchen but he didn't wanna ask, usually, you're the one who would tell him from a to z, what happens.

you bowed your head, you bite your lips. how you're gonna tell jeongwoo about your dream? you start picking your nails, all of a sudden you remembered your dream crystal clear, you recalled how jeongwoo's body full of blood, exited from his chest and his face so pale, mouth shaking while try to said his last words

'be safe y/n'

you shriek when the image of jeongwoo's death felt too real for you. you cover both of your ears and your face buried down between your knee.

"y/n are you okay?" jeongwoo asked, panic, he goes to your back and rubs your back, whispering 'everything is okay. he shocked and clueless since this is his first time facing this kind of situation but he copied everything you do whenever he felt blue.

after a moment you finally raised your heads and look at jeongwoo who worriedly stare at you. your face pale, trying so hard to forget about your dream and the fact that your dream feels too real not to help you at all. you quickly hugged jeongwoo, you buried your face in his chest, crying, and begged him to not leave you. jeongwoo froze at your sudden action but he still ensures you that he would stay.

"i got a nightmare yesterday" you finally speak up, your face still buried deep in jeongwoo's chest, too scared to face him.

"what? y/n why you didn't—"

you make a little space between you and jeongwoo

"the dream is about you woo! i dreamt you died last night and it felt too real! i scared, the dream wouldn't go away so i cried all night, i– still clearly saw your dead body in my dream. it all felt too real woo"

jeongwoo face become soft and his unsettle towards you faded away, he hugs you tightly and kiss your head

"i won't go anywhere, those dreams are devil trying to hurt my precious best friend," he said, rubbing your back to calm you.

you let go of the hug and look at jeongwoo with shy looks

"because of that nightmare, i realized something"

"what?"

"i don't love damon anymore, i love you" you confess making jeongwoo giggles

"finally i beat damon! come here bestfr—"

"no woo! i love you as a boy, man, or whatever it is. i love you not as a friend!" you said

jeongwoo froze, his smile faded

"i,i— you what? y-you love me?" he asked again

you shyly nodded

jeongwoo froze

his brain still processing all of your words. it's kinda strange when your crush has the same feeling as you

"woo, you're making me scared. say something"

jeongwoo looks at your red and swollen face, he smiled at how he is so lucky to have this girl as his girl?

"i love you too, i love you a lot and it's hard to keep it since you're my best friend," he said making you smile and tears falling on your cheeks

"please stay tonight i'm still scared," you said

"of course, now come here precious girl" jeongwoo said, wrapped his hand around you and kiss your head.