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angel-of-the-moons · 4 months ago

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First off I'm really happy to see someone's still writing for MK11. It feels like everyone's dropped the game for the new one. So thank you. Second I would like to request MK11 Hanzo x fem reader fluff where reader found out she was pregnant and is really worried about telling Hanzo.

MK 11 is near and dear to me because it's what got me back into the franchise back when it first came out. At first I loved D'Vorah but then I got attached to Hanzo and Kuai's dynamics and then when Mileena came back? Ugh! Love!

Blossom

Hanzo x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: A little angst, fluff, pregnancy stuff! (Maybe an implied age gap between Reader and Hanzo but nothing specific, though Reader is definitely over 20)

Divider by @/saradika-graphics

Your nerves were eating themselves alive, feeling frayed at the edges as you plucked the edges of your sleeves in your anxiety.

How were you going to tell him? Ugh!

You could have sworn it was a safe day for you, when you were with him last... week? A few weeks ago? By the Elder Gods, how far were you along? The flimsy pieces of plastic you got at the store when you ventured into town on a "girl's trip" with Sonya couldn't predict that...

Sonya patted your back, the older woman smiling in sympathy, "Hey, I know how you feel. Cassie wasn't planned at all. Trust me, kid."

"I... It's just..." Your voice trembled almost as much as your hands holding the pregnancy test did. "What if he... what if he doesn't want it? After losing his wife and son, I... what if he doesn't want this--want us anymore--because he's afraid?"

"You sound like you already made up your mind about keeping the baby..." Sonya murmured softly.

You nodded, lifting your gaze to meet hers. You were sitting in the bathroom in she and Johnny's hotel suite--they were in Japan for some film shoot--your voices echoed softly off the tile walls and floor.

"I did. Is it... bad that I want this?" You asked her, chewing your bottom lip.

"No, no. no. Listen--" Sonya took the test from your hand carefully and laid it on the counter, before taking your hands in hers. "You're perfectly capable of making a decision like this. And... On the off-chance that Hanzo doesn't want this... Johnny and I will help you out. You deserve that."

"R-Really?" You asked her as your voice began to quiver. "You... You'd do that?"

"Hell yeah I would. You're one of the best operatives we have. A good fighter, great defender of Earthrealm. And... you're going to be a great mom. I'd be a major bitch if I just kicked you out after doing this with you without helping in some way."

"Think you mean General." You sniffled, smiling at her; your eyes misty with emotion. You never expected in your military career that the Sonya Blade would be one of your biggest supporters in this kind of event in your life. But... here you were.

Sonya grinned. "Damn straight. Now... if you need to, think about it before you spring it on him. Rehearse what you have to say before telling him if you gotta, okay?"

"How did... you tell Johnny about..."

"Oh, I threw the pregnancy tests at his big fat head and said "Congrats, you knocked me up, jackass"." She chuckled nostalgically.

"You did?" You gasped.

Sonya turned to you with a grin. "Yep. Shithead started crying right on the spot."

She cuffed you on the shoulder whilst you shared a laugh.

"Go and get a good night's rest, honey. You're gonna need it."

It had been nearly two days since your talk with Sonya. You had rehearsed in your head every night since over and over and over until the wee hours of the morning what Hanzo might say, and what you in turn would say to him.

But imagining the scenarios was enitrely different than putting them into action yourself...

You and Hanzo had been walking through the Fire Gardens, watching the Sakura blossoms shake and fall loose around you in a mix of velvety pink and white. It was beautiful, and a scene you normally would find very relaxing--if it weren't for the heavy iron blanket hanging in the air--the tension was so thick you weren't surprised Hanzo picked up on it.

"Something is bothering you." He said softly, his warm palm squeezing yours as you walked.

"...yeah." You answered truthfully, squeezing back.

Hanzo tugged your hand up to his chest, bringing your slow, leisurely walk to a halt. His deep, thoughtful eyes affixed their gaze to yours, imploring you. "Speak to me, my love. Please."

You felt your heart patter in your ribcage anxiously as his request hung in the air. Long, agonizing minutes stretched on for what felt like hours.

"Hanzo..." You managed to get out, despite your tongue feeling like sandpaper.

"I'm pregnant."

And with those two simple words... it was like the universe around you came to a floundering halt.

"...What?" He whispered, dropping your hand and taking a step back.

The absence of his touch filled you with fear, made you grow cold. Were your fears right? Did Hanzo not want this? You? The baby?

"You're... pregnant?" He whispered, his voice so soft you could just barely hear it over the branches in the trees creaking in the early summer breeze.

You nod, swallowing at the stone lodged in your throat, "Yeah..."

Once more the agonizing silence swallowed you both, the yawning chasm of anxiety etching itself deeper inside of you with every second that ticked by.

As you opened your mouth to speak, Hanzo closed the gap between you, crushing your body against his in a fierce, caging hug. His arms felt like the steel jaws of a bear trap as he held you, nearly squeezing the air from your lungs as he buried his face in your hair.

The silence still stretched on, however this time, you realized, it was not because Hanzo was upset or angry--but because he was crying.

His body trembled only slightly, his muscles straining to hold you without crushing you any more than he already was.

"Hanzo?" You whispered, your hope soaring even just a tiny bit.

"I love you." He croaked, his voice so rough it made you want to cry, "I love you more than life. I lost everything I loved... Quan-Chi turned me into a soulless, undead slave... I never thought I would be so happy again, as long as I lived. And... And then I found you."

He pulled back, one of his hands cupping your cheek; his thumb sweeping away one of the fat tears that tumbled down your cheek. His eyes were glassy and full of his own tears, but he had the warmest smile you'd ever seen on anyone.

"I love you so much, my fire lily. My heart." He rasped, his lips quivering even the slightest bit.

"Have you... decided what you want to--"

"I want to keep the baby, Hanzo." You blurted, your heart pounding and your blood rushing in your ears.

He sighed, his eyes soft and loving as he looked at you. "I... I am not surprised you have already made up your mind. You have always been so sure and confident. It is one of the many reasons why I adore you."

You smiled back, "I... I want this, Hanzo. I want our baby. I want... I want you with us, too." You licked your bottom lip.

"If you want us."

Hanzo responded to you by pulling you close and kissing you until your breath left your body; his tongue twisting and dancing with yours before brushing your lips as he pulled away, leaving you almost dazed and light-headed.

"I would let Kuai Liang freeze me to a block of ice and leave me on a desolate mountain to be eaten by wild animals before I let anything tear the two of you away from me." He said resolutely, his eyes steely and adamant.

Your body sagged with relief--literally--and you found yourself supported by Hanzo's strong embrace, your legs feeling like jelly and nearly giving out beneath you. Hanzo chuckled fondly as he rubbed your back to help soothe you.

Your name left his lips like a reverent prayer--and you lifted your head to look at him, tears now freely falling down your face as you smiled gleefully, "I--I was so scared.... Af-after what happened to you before, I... I was scared..."

"That out of fear for losing the two of you, I would run? Send you away for your safety?" He chuckled, as if the very notion was ridiculously insane.

"Never. It would take armageddon for something as cowardly as that. And maybe not even then."

You sniffed and hiccup, your mind a whirl of emotions as you began to break down once again, letting Hanzo hold you as he soothed you, spoke to you, and said the most romantic things you'd only read about in books.

He was happy. He wanted you and the baby. He was excited about having a family once again.

Hanzo Hasashi would once again get to feel the joy of seeing his child enter the world, getting to hold them; hearing their sweet cries as air filled their lungs.

He would get to be a father--and hopefully husband--once again.

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kimbappykidding · 1 year ago

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Imagine starting a job at Hybe and catching the attention of none other than Mingyu himself but this isn't the first time you've met...

You'd always dreamed of becoming a professional dancer and you finally achieved that when you were offered a place a Hybe as a dancer. You moved to Seoul for the role and were ready to start your new life. You had some friends already in the city, and on your first night, they took you out for a welcome meal and drinks. While you were in a bar your friends noticed a good-looking man a few tables away looking at you but you didn't really care. When you came out with friends that was the only thing on your mind so he could be the hottest guy in the world but you wouldn't talk to him. This was pretty accurate considering the man was none other than Seventeen's Mingyu.

The man continued to watch you but you just ignored him. Then when you were walking to the bar the man called out to you. "Miss I think you forgot this" he called holding out a tissue to you and you paused "that's not mine". The boy hesitated before saying "are you sure because I'm certain it is. Do you want to check?". You shook your head "no it's definitely not" and went to walk away when he laughed. "Okay so it's not but I wrote my phone number on it and was trying to do a whole bit...basically I think you're really pretty and promised my friends I'd ask you out". You looked behind him and sure enough, his friends were watching. You smiled "that's nice of you but I'm not looking to date anyone at the moment, plus I'm out with my friends and so guys are the last thing on my mind". The man nodded "of course sorry for bothering you". You shook your head "no problem have a nice night" and walked away. When you got back to your table your friends asked why you didn't take the number and you shrugged "he was a stranger". "But a hot one!" your friend cried and you looked at her "and?". Your friends laughed "so you haven't become a huge softie when it comes to love and romance huh?" your friend asked and you shook your head "nope. That's just not who I am and nothing will make me that way".

You had a lovely rest of your night and enjoyed a peaceful weekend before your first week at work. You arrived on the first day and were given a tour. They told you you'd be working with a mix of Hybe groups but in particular you'd be with Enhypen, Le Sserafim and Seventeen. You didn't know tons about kpop, mainly just the iconic dances but knew Hybe had great dancers so we're excited. The tour took you to the groups' different floors and the final stop was Seventeen's. They weren't rehearsing and all appeared to be messing around which the tour guide didn't seem to like but you got a good glimpse at the guys and spotted one familiar face.

The guy from the bar! He was in there! You couldn't believe it and wanted to stay to make sure but were hurried along. The second you had a break, you pulled out your phone and searched the Seventeen members and got a name. Mingyu. One of the main visuals of Seventeen who you'd now be working...whose offer of a date you'd rejected. Luckily he had a reputation for being a nice guy so you figured he'd just pretend nothing happened or hell he might not even recognise you. The more you read about him the more you figured he was a guy who got tons of romantic attention. He probably found another girl 5 minutes after you so you thought he might not remember it and you weren't going to remind him. However, when you were introduced he dropped his water bottle loudly and suddenly, so you guessed he remembered you.

Mingyu planned to act like he didn't know you but he was pretty sure he'd blown his cover so just decided to come over to you. "Hi" he said nervously and you smiled back "Hey". "So last weekend?" he asked and you chuckled "I wasn't sure if you'd remember me". "Of course I would" Mingyu said "I obviously had no idea who you were and my timing is wonderful as always. I'm sorry if I made this uncomfortable". You shook your head "no not at all, it's fine". Mingyu smiled "good well welcome and I promise to be nothing but professional" saluting awkwardly and you could see the regret going through his eyes as he did i. You laughed slightly and smiled back "that sounds great and thanks for welcoming me" and did a mini salute back. Mingyu laughed and nodded "no worries" and walked away.

Some of the members had seen you talking but when they asked Mingyu what you were discussing he just shrugged "nothing I was just welcoming her". Scoups shook his head "of course you're flirting with the new dancer on our first meeting with her". Mingyu shook his head denying it but the boys didn’t let him drop it. “She’s totally your type as well” Jeonghan said and Hoshi nodded “yeah she looks like that other girl Mingyu liked!” and the others all nodded. “It must be fate” Dk smiled at him but Mingyu thought fate was too kind a word for you turning up at his work suddenly.

However the good news was nobody knew what had happened between you. The friends Mingyu had been with at the bar were kpop idols from different groups so his members had no idea what was going on. You weren’t going to tell them and were acting pretty chill so Mingyu knew you’d keep the secret safe…but that didn’t mean Mingyu forgot about the encounter. He found it hard to move on especially seeing you every day. He of course still thought you were pretty as he had that night in the bar but his attraction to you exploded the second he saw you dance. You were an extremely skilled dancer, your body could perform any style effortlessly and you picked up choreo easily. You looked very good when you danced and Mingyu felt even more impressed and attracted to you. Then as he spent more time with you he realised you were also very funny and he loved your cool blunt personality. You were very honest and a lot of fun to be around...which made everything so much harder for Mingyu. He was the type of person who couldn't hide his feelings well. His emotions were displayed clearly on his face and so he couldn't help acting a little differently with you and his members began to say he was "whipped" for you.

Whenever you entered a room Mingyu sat up straighter or stood taller which considering his height was very noticeable but Mingyu would pretend he hadn't seen you. He tried to act very blasé, leaning back casually on whatever was behind him or striking a pose which the members found hilarious. They also noticed how his wardrobe seemed to have lost material and now his arms were regularly out and his abs whenever he fanned his face with his t-shirt which was every few minutes. He claimed it was just the weather but considering he stretched right in front of you they didn't believe him. Then whenever Mingyu spoke to you he also adopted this cool guy routine and basically fell over himself to agree with you and seem macho. One day you said you didn't eat meat much and could easily go without it. Mingyu agreed with you making all the members nearly explode. He was full of smiles whenever you talked to him but pretended afterwards that he didn't really care.

After one such occasion, Woozi decided to say something. "So should we address the elephant in room...or well giraffe?" he asked looking at Mingyu. Several members guessed what this was about and began laughing but Mingyu was clueless. "What?" he asked when several people stared at him and Jeonghan smiled at him "Y/n". Mingyu froze, worried they'd heard he asked you out. "What about her?" he said in an unconvincing attempt to be casual. "Oh come on!" Seungkwan said "it's so obvious you're into her". "No I'm not!" Mingyu tried but Scoups laughed "yes you are! You're a mess anytime she walks near you". "Not to mention the sucking up, you agree to anything she says!" The8 pointed out. Mingyu tried to keep up his argument but they just didn't believe him and stopped listening to him.

"You should ask her out" Jeonghan said and Wonwoo nodded "yeah you'd have a good shot". "No no no" Mingyu said and The8 began to ask why. "I think she already has a boyfriend" he said and Seungkwan shook his head "no she doesn't I asked her". "Oh...are you sure because I swear I saw her with a guy the other day...". "He's scared" Scoups said laughing and the others joined in. "No I'm not!” Mingyu said which only made the guys tease him more. “You totally are” Jun said and Mingyu sighed “she’s only been here 2 weeks, why would I pounce on her like that?”. “Pounce on who like that?” a voice asked and Mingyu’s life flashed before his eyes as he realised the dancers had re-entered the room…but luckily you still weren’t here yet. It was a group of 3 dancers who had been with the company for ages and that meant they knew exactly what was going on. “Is this about Mingyu drooling over Y/n?” one of them, a girl called Mina, asked and all 12 boys exploded in laughter. They had luckily calmed down when you did re-enter but Mingyu was still on edge. He found himself watching you to see if any of the dancers whispered anything to you and you noticed. You looked up, saw him watching you and smiled. Mingyu smiled back trying to act casual but could feel how pink his cheeks were and could hear the giggles across the room.

The teasing continued all week and Mingyu was worried it was becoming more noticeable. At dinner Seungkwan insisted you sit with them and positioned you right next to Mingyu with a huge smile on his face. One day your car was being fixed and when Dino found out he insisted you get a lift home with them and the guys made sure Mingyu and you ended up with a car all to yourself. Then whenever the two of you were talking in practice Mingyu would feel the guys' eyes on him and it would make him flustered and blush. It was building and building until one day it was undeniable.

Mingyu was stretching before dance practice and you came in and saw him. You smiled and put your water bottle down on a table. Mingyu realised the table was probably a way better place than the floor so he came over and put his down too. "Copying me again?" you asked and Mingyu smiled "I can't help it if you just have a way more logical brain than me okay?". You smiled "it's okay you can borrow my brain power anytime" and patted his arm. DK, Hoshi and Scoups entered while your hand was on Mingyu's arm and DK let out a loud screech before Scoups grabbed him. They dragged him to the other side of the room but were all grinning and started whispering as soon as there was some distance.

There was no hiding what had happened and you turned your back to them before steping closer to Mingyu. “Do they know?” you whispered and Mingyu blinked “about what happened with us? No of course not”. You paused “then what happened there? They've been giggly for a while, has something happened?”. Mingyu’s mind went to panic mode and he shook his head and as Mina entered he just took the first excuse that came to him. “No don’t worry it’s not you they’re laughing at it’s me, see I asked Mina out”. “Mina?” you asked looking to her across the room and Mingyu nodded “yeah and they’re teasing me senselessly about it”. “Ow that makes sense” and then after a pause you smiled “congratulations!”. “Thanks” Mingyu smiled and he answered your polite questions about where he was taking her, how he asked her out etc the best he could. When he got away his first thought was he’d been really smart and dodged a bullet…but then he realised you worked with Mina and could ask her about it anytime, exposing his lie. So panic mode came back.

Mingyu wasn’t sure how he survived dance practice. He spent the whole time trying to catch Min for a talk and tensing anytime the two of you were near each other. You spoke for a little bit in between moves and Mingyu was sweating so bad! Luckily you didn’t discuss him and Mingyu had time to grab Mina and explain his lie.

"So you told Y/n we're going out instead of telling her you like her?" Mina asked and Mingyu nodded "yes". "Okay" she said laughing at how unashamed Mingyu was of that "so when will you tell her?". "I have no idea!" Mingyu said and she laughed again. "So what's your plan? We just pretend to date from now on?". "Well not forever!" Mingyu said and Mina relaxed thinking he'd regained his sanity but she thought too soon. "Just for a few months and then we'll stage a breakup but we don't have to act too differently". Mina blinked "Mingyu that is crazy!". "No it's not, I promise it won't be too much work". "But what if the guys think we are dating?" she asked "The8 knows my actual girlfriend!". "Well Y/n has no reason to mention it to them, I think she'll keep it on the down low". Mina shook her head "Mingyu you need to tell her you can't create such an elaborate scheme like this! It could ruin your chances in the long run". Mingyu sighed "okay okay fine just give me a week?". "A week?" Mina asked and Mingyu nodded "please and I'll have worked something out by then". "You'll tell her?" Mina asked and Mingyu nodded "sure" but what he really meant was he'd find some other way out of it. Mina was placated though and nodded "fine you get to pretend to date me for one week and that's it!" making Mingyu smile "thanks Mina".

So Mingyu had dodged a huge bullet and luckily, you never mentioned he was "dating" Mina to the guys. You kept it to yourself and ignored the members behaviour figuring it wasn't towards you. Mingyu thought his luck was finally changing and then he got a huge curveball.

Mingyu had dodged you as a dancer partner for a while now despite you being the second tallest dancer but no more. The choreographer finally paired you two together and Mingyu's head snapped up when he heard your name. You came to stand beside him, making sure not to look at him at all to show this wasn't a big deal. Mingyu was noticeably awkward around you and hesitant. In the dance, he had to grab your arm and pull you towards him but he was acting all cautious and you worried the choreographer would point it out and then all the guys would see it. "It's okay you can pull me properly" you whispered to him discreetly and he nodded "okay" and did it better. Your worries were for nothing as the choreographer actually really liked your pairing and used you as an example for the others. "See how rigid Mingyu's back is and how Y/n doesn't even look at him? That's the energy we want. You two have the song down naturally". "Thank you" you said and Mingyu smiled pretending it was acting.

You were partners all week because the choreographer liked you together so much so by Friday Mingyu was ready to burst. Mina said this was a good thing because his time was up and Mingyu agreed and planned to tell you that they'd at least broken up on Monday when you showed up at his house.

Seungkwan was throwing a party for his birthday and Mingyu had no idea he'd befriended you quickly enough to invite you to his birthday party. Then again Seungkwan made friends wherever he went so Mingyu expected a big turnout for his 3rd youngest member's party. Mingyu rationalised it wouldn’t be the end of the world and figured he'd just have a fun night with his friends and avoid you but everywhere he seemed to go there you were! Dancing and looking amazing or laughing with his members. He was going to get a drink and stepped into the kitchen to see the fridge open. He walked up to the door and saw it was you, he was going to walk away when he figured that'd be awkward so he stayed. You however hadn't even seen him and jumped when you turned and saw him, spilling your drink all over yourself. "Jesus Chris!" you said and Mingyu grabbed a towel "omg Y/n I'm so sorry". "It's okay" you said dabbing yourself but your top was white and it showed the stain easily. "But your poor top" Mingyu said now realising was becoming see-through and shot his eyes away. You noticed too and panicked holding the tea tower up to it. "It's okay I'll just erm...wait for it to dry". "I can give you something if you want?" Mingyu asked "and then you can swap back at the end of the night".

You agreed so headed upstairs together passing several of his members which didn't help his blush. They didn't dare say anything in front of you but it was so easy to see what they were thinking. Finally, they were out of sight and you paused at the top of the stairs making Mingyu almost crash into you. "Why did you stop?" he asked and you looked at him "I don't know which one is your room". "Of course why would you?" Mingyu asked and slid past you to lead you into his room at the end of the hall.

"Okay so let me find something for you...I'll try and get something white so it's similar" and he rooted through his drawers. Mingyu brought out a few options for you and you went into his ensuite to change. All his tops were big on you and Mingyu tried not to react to how cute it was or how it made him feel to see you in his clothes. Finally, there was one crop top that worked and you looked really good in it. You tucked it into your jeans and looked so cool in it which Mingyu never did. "Does it look okay?" you asked and he agreed it did. "You look really nice" he said before going to spread your t-shirt out on the drying rack.

"You know I have to say your bathroom is the cleanest one I've ever seen" you said and he smiled "yeah I like things nice and tidy". "I noticed and that's a wonderful quality, very impressive". Now Mingyu was blushing "thank you...you're impressive too. You just seem to pick up choreo so quickly. I know being paired with you has made me a better dancer". "That's so sweet!" you smiled "thank you but you're a great performer anyway. I've seen you in past music videos and I'm nothing to do with it". "You've watched my old videos?" Mingyu asked and you paused before nodding. "When I got the job and started I looked into you all and you were on the first one I looked at". "Because of what happened?' Mingyu asked and you shrugged "that was part of it but not all of it. You're very different from what I expected and I guess I just wanted to see more of that. I was trying to work you out so to speak". "Ohh" Mingyu said unsure what else to say "and what did you find?".

You paused unsure why you were feeling so flustered. It probably had something to do with being in a dimly light room with an attractive guy while you were wearing a top that smelt like him. "I found you very confusing" you admitted "just guys like you aren't usually so kind to your members and aren't so good at cooking and stereotypically feminine things". Mingyu smiled "me being able to cook confused you?". "Yes! Young guys, in general, tend not to know how to cook but especially the good-looking ones!" you said before realising you'd called Mingyu good-looking. Surely it wouldn't be a big deal? He knew he was good looking right?

"Thank you" Mingyu said blushing "I often get misconceptions because of how I look". "Pretty people problems" you said sighing sarcastically and Mingyu laughed "oh come on like you don't know! You probably have people asking you out all the time, especially when they see you dance". Now it was your turn to blush "sometimes but not often no...". "Really?" Mingyu asked stunned "that's crazy! Who wouldn't want you? I mean some people have no taste!" before realising he'd gone a little overboard. You were both blushing and neither of you knew what to say. "Thanks for not holding what happened against me I guess" Mingyu said and you chuckled "Mingyu, a good-looking guy asking you out is in no way offensive. You were sweet and respectful and even if everyone knew you'd have nothing to be ashamed of. I was with my friends that's why I said no". Mingyu sat up straighter and his eyes shot to you "really? That was why you said no?". You nodded "yeah that was the main reason...I think if I'd started work the week before I might've said something different though".

Mingyu had goosebumps all over his arms and he was staring at you in disbelief. He couldn't believe what you'd just told him and was cursing his past self for his bad timing. "So if I'd had asked you out at a different time you might've said...". "Yeah I think I would've" you nodded and Mingyu thought his head was going to explode. You could've been his but now...well right now all he could think of was you. You may as well be the only person in the world at this moment and he was overwhelmed with how good you looked and how much he wanted you. Mingyu moved closer to you and laid a hand on your arm. "Mingyu" you whispered seeing his expression and he nodded "what?". "I..." you started when a loud bang on the landing made you both jump and shoot apart.

"Mingyu?" you heard Jeonghan call "are you up here? I need your help". Mingyu rushed to the door and they saw Hoshi on the floor clearly a little drunk. "Help me get him into bed will you?" Jeonghan asked Mingyu before spotting you behind him "if you're not busy...". "No of course not" you and Mingyu both rushed to say, blushing like crazy. "Okay..." Jeonghan said, very much aware he'd interrupted something but you both rushed away from one another and he had more important things to worry about, like a drunk Hoshi at his ankles.

You rushed downstairs and Mingyu busied himself with helping Hoshi. You felt all warm and flustered and had no idea what had just happened upstairs or what else might've happened had Jeonghan not interrupted. Mingyu came back downstairs a little while later and the two of you stayed on opposite sides of the room. Mingyu told himself he’d catch you to talk to but he kept putting it off and then the next thing he knew you’d gone!

This made him very worried because you still thought he was dating Mina so must’ve thought he was going to cheat on her with you. You must be so disappointed in him and weirdly that made Mingyu the most upset. He didn’t want you of all people thinking he was a bad person and so he had to find you! He texted Mina and she said she knew where you lived because she’d dropped you off the other day. She gave Mingyu your address and minutes later he was on his way to yours. Woozi drove him because he hadn’t drunk tonight and Mingyu had. He sat in the passenger seat anxious drumming his hands on his legs and finally after what felt like an eternity of driving for both Woozi and Mingyu, they arrived.

You'd gotten home a little earlier and has just gotten in your pyjamas after washing your face when the door went. You opened it to find a very panicked-looking Mingyu. "Hi" he smiled "can I come in?". You froze thinking back to the last time you were alone together "erm do you think that's a good idea?" you asked. Mingyu's smile fell "please, I really need to talk to you" and you couldn't resist those eyes so you opened your door and he followed you inside.

"So..."Mingyu started "are you okay? After what happened?" he started but that seemed to open the floodgates. "Of course I'm not okay!" you criied and Mingyu blinked "because of what happened at the house? When we..." and you nodded. "But we didn't" Mingyu said "plus it's okay" he said getting ready to explain but you heard those words and got triggered. "Mingyu it is not okay! I like you but just because our thing in the bar happened before you asked Mina out doesn’t mean we get precedence”. Mingyu nodded “Y/n I know” but you kept talking. “And what we almost did was so bad! I can’t think of why we got so close! My best friend was cheated on so I know how horrible it is but I almost did with you and that’s worrying, to think you have the effect on me”. “No Y/n I don’t” Mingyu said but again you carried on “but you do! I was going to kiss you just because I wanted to so badly” you said “but I had my shot with you and I’ve just got to realise that and back off”. “No you don’t!” Mingyu said “I don’t want you to back off or go anywhere!”. “Mingyu that’s sweet but…” you started but Mingyu knew better than to let you start ranting again. “Y/n I’m not with Mina!” he said suddenly making you jump. Mingyu realised and patted your arm “sorry for saying it so loudly but it’s true and that’s what I came here to tell you! We didn’t do anything wrong because I’m not with Mina”. “You’re not?” you asked “but you told me you asked her out”. “Yeah I said that because I didn’t want to tell you the guys were laughing about us! Or well me”. “Wait so they do know about us?” you asked and Mingyu shook his head “no they could just tell I had a crush on you and teased me about it constantly…they still do” he admitted “because they could all see I was super into you without even knowing what happened in the bar”. You blinked “wow…you must’ve been really obvious then huh?” and Mingyu chuckled. “Yeah I wasn’t too good at disguising how I felt and that’s why I panicked when you asked”. You nodded “but just to clarify, you’re not dating Mina?” you asked and Mingyu shook his head “no”. “Good” you smiled “because now I can do this without feeling guilty” and you shifted onto your tiptoes and leaned up to kiss him.

After you separated Mingyu was so dazed he missed what you said and had to ask you to repeat yourself. "I said...did you tell the guys you were dating Mina too?". "No just you" he said blushing and you nodded "ah okay so I don't have to claim my territory or anything around them?". Mingyu shook his head "no but I mean if you want to that's more than fine with me". You smiled "I'll see what I can do" and that was music to Mingyu's ears. "I've never been so excited for work before!" he cried and you laughed.

"You know, I wasn't sure if I was going to go to Seungkwan's party tonight but I'm really glad I did". Mingyu nodded "I'm glad you did too...but I'm sorry I made you leave early. How about we go out and celebrate or something?". You nodded "and I've got the perfect place how about where it all began but this time, my mind is only on you".

"It's a date" Mingyu smiled.

#Mingyu #mingyu fic #mingyu imagine #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #mingyu x y/n #mingyu seventeen #seventeen mingyu #seventeen fic #seventeen imagine #seveteen x reader #sevenreen x you #seveneteen x y/n #jeonghan #wonwoo #mingyu seventeen fic #mingyu seventeen imagine #seventeen mingyu fic #seventeen mingyu imagine

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thevindicativevordan · 3 months ago

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Hey there 🙂 why do you think Alan Moore agreed to write a WildC.A.Ts book for Wildstorm in the first place, considering his open disdain for edgy 90’s cheese (heavily influenced by Watchmen/Rorschach, much to his chagrin) that was all the rage in comics at the time? I mean, I’m personally a big fan of his WildC.A.Ts run, but it does seem like a weird fit, no?

Money dear boy.

"I can write this entire six-issue series in a week, as opposed to all this brainy stuff that takes me months to write an episode. It's not at all fair; it's quite ironic really. Things like Big Numbers, From Hell, Lost Girls - this as far as I'm concerned is the best stuff I've done in my life. It will not make a tenth [of the money] of this frankly brainless garbage that I'm doing for Image comics; but it will support it." - Comics Forum #4, Summer 1993, when 1963 was first rumored.

"The Image stuff is very lucrative and a great deal of fun. It's been a real breath of fresh air amongst the other projects. After wading through entrails in Whitechapel for a month, writing an episode of From Hell, it's really nice to do something...silly." - Hero Illustrated #7, January 1994

"In terms of future comics work, in terms of the serious comics work, by which...all right, I'm doing various stuff for Image, for Extreme Studios, for WildStorm Studios which I'm having fun with and which I still think of as being very valid in their way. I'm trying to create an interesting realm of the imagination for teenage, adolescent, or even younger boys. And that seems valid. But, in terms of the serious work, the next serious comic work that I'll do after concluding Lost Girls will almost certainly be a history of magic." - Feature Magazine Volume 3, Number 2, Summer 1997 (which shows how long we've been waiting for the Bumper Book of Magic!)

"Doing the work for Image, after being away from mainstream comics for a long time, was different. Image was everywhere and everybody wanted comics about super-heroes with a pin-up every three pages and no story. I thought that this is a challenge, so let's see if I can write comics like this. I worked at it for a while. At the time, I had a lapse in consciousness where I thought it was my job to work out what the readers liked and luckily, around about the time I started doing Supreme, I worked out that it's not my job to work out what readers like; it's my job to tell readers what they like. My job is to do what I like and then readers will like it. So I started doing what I liked again and the readers have liked it as well." - Comic Book Artist #25, June 2003

"the whole Awesome Comics experience wasn't a lot of fun; there was a lot of messing about and stuff like that dealing with Rob Liefeld, but I enjoyed the work that I did there. I thought that I'd done a good job on Youngblood; I thought I'd done a good job on Supreme, on Glory, you know? Some of the other things - I mean, Judgment Day - I did the best job I could." ... "But, you know, Rob Liefeld never seemed to put any enthusiasm into any of these drawings; he wouldn't put enough backgrounds or anything like that. It was pointless writing scripts for him because he'd just ignore most of them because he wanted to do the easiest, simplest thing. So, there were limitations, but yeah, it was fun to be on Supreme, on Youngblood, like I say. But by the time that Awesome fell apart, I was starting to get a bit frustrated because I was starting to see how you could actually put together a really, really good mainstream comics company." ... "I'd some great fun doing the various bits that we got to on Supreme, you know. Working with Jim Mooney, and working with Rick, with Melinda and Jim Baikie and - a lot of my favorite people. It was an interesting experience. I don't think that the ABC books would have turned out the way they did if we hadn't had that sort of springboard or that kind of rehearsal that we were able to get for ourselves with the Awesome comics." (then, apparently talking about Rob Liefeld again:) "Well, it was just so - I just got fed up with the unreliability of information that I get from him, that I didn't trust him. I didn't think that he was respecting the work and I found it difficult to respect him. And also by then I was probably feeling that with the exception of Jim Lee, Jim Valentino - people like that - that a couple of the Image partners were seeming, to my eyes, to be less than gentlemen. They were seeming to be not necessarily the people that I wanted to deal with. I was quite happy to carry on doing Supreme as long as it was there, as long as it was providing work for people that I wanted to work their way and work with, and we were getting to the stories that we wanted; I was quite happy to go along with that." - The Extraordinary Works Of Alan Moore, July 2003

Even wizards have bills to pay.

#alan moore #wild cats #image comics

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toomuchracket · 2 years ago

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need some fiancé matty fluff so bad rn, also reader & matty‘s wedding!

let’s be honest, matty would cry watching you walk down the isle at ur wedding. full on tears and he’s not even bothering to wipe them away, he’s just so in love and he doesn’t care who knows it

Have you ever seen those videos of George and Charli DJing ?? I love them so much I imagine them having a set at the wedding 🥹🤍

the wedding!! basing this off of the venue being in london. after the rehearsal dinner finishes in the afternoon, i think you and matty have some time alone at home before you go off to do the "spending the night before the wedding apart" thing. you chill, have some wine and a bit of sexy time (imagine telling matty during sex that "next time we do this i'll be your wife". he'd lose it), before charli drops george and the boys off (they're staying in your house with matty that night) and picks you up so the two of you and the rest of your bridal party can stay in a hotel near your venue. and matty's halfway through the passenger window clinging to you before you leave like "please don't leave me at the altar like a twat" and you're like "as if i'd do that you're the love of my life! meet you there tomorrow" and you kiss.

and then matty looks at charli and goes "and don't you even think about seducing my missus into a torrid lesbian affair tonight" (as she threatens to do quite often, as a bit) and she winks and goes "no promises, healy, i mean look at her", and matty looks at you dreamily and says "... yeah" and you're like "you're gonna cry so bad tomorrow huh" and he's like "absolutely", then kisses you again before charli drives off. and the two of you have fun with your friends/families, but neither you or matty can fall asleep because you're not with the other :(( and he texts you like "can't sleep lol" and you reply "me either lol going for a smoke", and he's like "i'll do the same". so you're out on the hotel balcony and matty calls you and you guys just chat for a bit and it's really sweet, then he goes "s'past midnight angel, we should both get some sleep" and you say "yeah, it's technically our wedding day already and neither of us have gone to bed" and he laughs and says "so it is. sweet dreams, darlin'. see you in a bit" and you both go back to bed and actually manage to sleep. you're both up early, though - you get your hair and makeup all done before the bridal party gets glam, and matty takes mayhem for a really long walk and rehearses his speech on the way before he goes home to get ready. and the two of you are sending voice note updates and its making you even more excited about the day, and then it's time for some pics and then you're ready to go! and matty's probably in a black suit as per, but like the best black suit he's ever worn, and he doesn't even register the bridesmaids walking in because he's too busy craning his neck to catch a glimpse of you. and then you appear and he cries - your dress is perfect, you're glowing, and you just look like YOU, the love of his life. and you're smiling so big at him as you walk down the aisle (it's taking everything in you not to run to him), and when you reach him you say "hi handsome" and matty's like "you're perfect" and you giggle and reach up to wipe the tears off his face and he kisses the palm of your hand as you do, which everyone in the congregation swoons at. you cry at his vows. he cries at yours. adam's son passes the rings up with no problem, his dad behind him quietly sobbing. and then it's time for the kiss - matty being matty, he does something dramatic, either dips you like an old hollywood film or just grabs your face and kisses you. but it's a perfect kiss, full of love and contentment and joy, and then you sign the marriage certificate and that's it! you're married! and you have a little minute alone afterwards where matty's like "you're my WIFE" and you're like "hell yeah i am", and he says "well, wifey, can i kiss you?" and you're like "yeah i wanna make out with my husband". so you do, passionately, and it could turn into full-scale fucking but you both compose yourselves and go out to be congratulated by everyone before it does lol.

and the rest of the night is perfect, too. everyone's happy and laughing throughout the meal and george's best man speech, and crying at matty's (which he just recites to you off by heart). and then the boys get ready and play for you and matty's first dance (accompanied by phoebe, maybe) and it's PERFECT. after that, george and charli do a little dj set to start the party, and you and matty flit between dancing and chatting to people. it soon turns into all your producer and musician friends just taking turns to control the tunes, everyone getting a little tipsy and just having a great time. and there's so much love in the room, specifically between ross and your best friend/maid of honour, who have literally been glued to each other all night - you tried to dance with her to the spice girls but she was too preoccupied kissing him next to the bar lol. and then i think you and matty sneak out for a little smoke, and your hair's a bit messy and you're a little tipsy but you're so happy and matty takes a pic of you, cig in hand and all, because you just look the most beautiful he's ever seen you. and you're like "omg no i look like a mess" and he's like "nope that's my new lockscreen" and you giggle and just kiss him for a bit. and matty says "you're perfect. today's been perfect. i love you so much, wifey" and you say "i love you. can't wait to spend the rest of my life showing you that", and you cuddle. and matty's hands start to get a bit touchy and you're like "excuse me, husband!" and matty's like "as much as i'm enjoying today i just really want to take my wife home now" and you're like "actually fair i think you'll enjoy what i'm wearing under my dress (custom lace set lol)". and matty's like "right that's it i'm stopping the party now!" and you giggle and say "i love you" and he kisses your nose and says "i love you too" <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #matty asks #fluff asks #fiance!matty #husband!matty

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karizard-ao3 · 1 year ago

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Of all fanfics I've ever read, you have the best take on teenage Eremika, so I'd like to ask for your take on the following idea: Zeke and Levi know and despise each other. But Zeke not only tries to be the cool older brother, but he's also Eremika #1 shipper, tries to give his foolish lil bro some love advice. Meanwhile it's not that Levi hates Eren, but he's not really fond of him and doesn't really approve Mikasa dating him.

Eren and Mikasa have known each other their whole lives, but as they grew older it was obvious they had a thing for each other and Levi and Zeke engage in a proxy war of sorts over the dating life of their two lovesick teenagers, completely unaware that Eren and Mikasa are already getting together

Ah, thank you! That's really nice!

So, I really love the idea of Zeke and Levi not having any idea at first that Eremika are nursing crushes on each other, because then we have the opportunity for Zeke to give Eren advice on how to woo his unnamed damsel while, meanwhile, Levi is warning Mikasa what cheesy shit to watch out for and talking shit about Eren's Zeke-inspired romantic gestures.

For instance, Zeke tells Eren to walk his unnamed love interest home from school and pick a flower for her on the way and maybe tuck it behind her ear if he's feeling bold and tell her it's almost as beautiful as her.

Mikasa comes home with a daisy or a cosmo or something wilting in her hair and Levi is like, "So your mystery boy just stole that out of someone else's yard and gave it to you?" He rolls his eyes. "Did he tell you the flower is as pretty as you? God. No imagination. Aim higher."

Then they find out who their respective teen relatives are crushing on and everything ramps up even more. Every time Eren comes over, Levi gives him some variation or another of the "What are your intentions for my little girl?" speech, while Zeke is already hard at work on the most overwrought, cringy promposal Shingeki High School has ever seen. They're wreaking havoc on Eremika's love lives and they're each trying their best to please their elder relatives, but all they really want is to do is occupy the same space as often as possible and hold hands. Like, Eren is over at Mikasa's house one day wearing a tunic and holding a lute because of some cockamamie idea Zeke has dreamed up, and he's standing down below on the lawn and she's at her window on the second story, looking down at him, and he says, "You know, Mikasa, all I really want is to do homework together and then spoon on the couch while we watch TV. I just like being with you, and the rehearsals for all these grand gestures are eating up my free time. Zeke had me going to lute lessons all month for this."

"I think Levi and the neighbors would appreciate an end to all the musical numbers," says Mikasa. "Levi might even warm up to you a little bit."

Eren flings the lute over his shoulder and it lands in the middle of the street, then he rips off the tunic, forgetting that he's not wearing a t-shirt underneath. He's standing there in the yard, shirtless and in a pair of his mom's old leggings, when Levi gets home from work.

"What the hell are you doing now?" Levi demands, getting out of his car with murder in his eyes because he almost ran over the lute and fucked up his alignment or whatever (I'm not much of a car person).

Eren, knowing when to cut his losses and run, shouts up at Mikasa, "I love you! I'll see you at school tomorrow!" and bolts.

"I love you, too!" she cries, leaning out the window and waving at him as if it will be another 14 years instead of another 14 hours before they are reunited.

Levi stomps inside the house to give Mikasa yet another warning about the Jaeger boy being a waste of her youth while Zeke is at home happily preparing a powerpoint presentation of all the cutesy, flirty lines Eren could use the next time he's with Mikasa at a McDonald's.

#eremika #eremika fanfic #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #eren x mikasa #teenage eremika #puppy love #zeke jaeger #levi ackerman #meddling old men #no one here is without sin #they are all dumb as bricks

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danganronpafan777 · 2 years ago

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Saw this happen once in a anime but imagine DRA Cast Boys S/O being put in a theater play as the Princess or Prince or In distress and the one who plays the Knight was S/O Cheater Ex who still in love S/O even thought there in a relationship and have move on then during the climax of the play where the Knight kiss S/O the knight remove there Helmet to Reveal to be S/O DRA Boyfriend who had help from there classmate to take the Knight Role from the Cheating Ex

E/n is ex name This took a while, so I hope you like it! Also, requests are now open!

Haruhiko Kobashikawa:

Nothing could have excited you more than being able to play the princess/prince in your favorite play of all time!

Haruhiko auditioned for the role as the knight originally because he thought it sounded romantic, even if it was cheesy and he wasn't a great actor

When you read who got the role as the knight, your heart immediately dropped

"Y/n? What's wrong? I thought you got the part!?"

"Yeah, I did, but..."

You hesitated, not knowing whether to let him be happy for you or totally ruin the moment

Haruhiko stared at you worriedly and you decided to just rip off the bandaid

"I know I probably didn't get the part but-"

"E/n got the role of the knight."

"..."

Your boyfriend looked devastated for a moment, before being straight up pissed.

"Of all people!? It had to be him!?"

"That's right."

The two of you whipped around to see E/n, a cocky grin on his face. Haruhiko wanted nothing more than to punch him.

"What the hell do you want!?"

"Oh, I just wanted to congratulate Y/n on the role of the princess/prince! Can't wait for our big kissing scene!"

You shook your head. "Fuck this. I'm switching roles."

"What!?" The two boys exclaimed.

"Y/n, you worked so hard for this part, you can't let this asshole ruin it for you!" Haru put a hand on your shoulder.

"Never thought I'd agree with that idiot, but yeah, you can't just quit now."

"What did you just say!?"

You sighed to yourself. Your boyfriend, not your ex, was right. You had worked too hard for the role just to give it up now.

...

Here it was, opening night. The day that was supposed to be one of your happiest, you were now dreading. You always refused to kiss your ex during the dress rehearsals, no matter how hard he tried to convince you otherwise. You hated how that lying bastard was ruining something you were looking forward to all year.

Haru hated it just as much as you did. He hated how you were forced to spend time with a guy that had broken your heart and somehow thought he was still entitled to it. Haruhiko is a simple (and kinda stupid-) guy, who doesn't really come up with complex ideas outside of airplane tricks and video games, but he could make an exception for this, Teruya, Kiyoka and Satsuki by his side.

... You were annoyed to say the least. The whole night so far, it seemed like your idiot of an ex could barely remember his lines, always quietly signaling for you to take over.

It was stupid. You had seen him at every dress rehearsal, and he even made a point to always remind you that he was there. And suddenly he has amnesia? Was it stage fright? Was he trying to screw up the whole play just to piss you off?

Well, it wasn't working. You memorized every line in the play, and was easily able to cover up whatever the hell he was doing and make it look completely intentional. In fact, it seemed to make you stand out even more. Considering this was Hope's Peak, you could only assume that many important people in the acting industry were here. If this was an attempt to make you look bad, it was doing the complete opposite.

By the end of the first act, you were completely the star of the show, even though you were literally supposed to be the damsel in distress. You got quicker in fixing your knight's mistakes, and actually had fun with it. Oh how you and your boyfriend would tease him about this.

Speaking of boyfriends... where was he? Did he... forget?

It hurt a bit, knowing your significant other wasn't here for one of the best nights of your life. No, it hurt a lot.

The play reached its climax, and you fell into your knight's arms, mentally preparing for the kiss. You could sense an eager smile under the mask. Son of a bitch.

As the knight took off his helmet, you didn't have to fake your shock.

"....!?"

"...Hey Y/n." He whispered. (He forgot about the mic on the side of his face and literally everyone heard him)

You blinked a few times, before grabbing him by the chest and placing your lips on his.

This was definitely better than with your ex.

Teruya Otori:

"Y/n! Is the casting out yet!?" Teruya asked excitedly.

You giggled to yourself.

"The teacher is going to put it up in a minute."

Teruya was just as excited for the play as you were. He wanted to play a minor role, but... then he got jealous that you were going to have to kiss another guy, so he decided to audition for the role of the knight. Whether it was the knight or another character, he was happy to be apart of it.

Your teacher put up the casting sheet and everyone in the hallway shoved past each other to see it. After making some room in front of you so your boyfriend could see, you looked at the paper to see if you got the role.

"Y/n! Ya did it! Yer da princess/prince! I knew you could do it!"

As the hallway cleared out, your ecstatic boyfriend threw his arms around you. You giggled to yourself and kissed him on his forehead. He nuzzled your neck in response.

"Damn, Y/n. Remember when that was us?"

You and Teruya immediately recognized the voice of your asshole of an ex. Seriously, what did you see in him?

"H-Hey! Don't ruin da momen'!" Teruya exclaimed, pulling himself closer to you. He fought the urge to stick his tongue out.

"I'm not ruining anything, I wanted to check my role too, "partner."" He mocked Teruya's accent. You put your arm around Teruya and flipped E/n off with the same hand, so your innocent boyfriend wouldn't have to see it. "Looks like I got the role of the knight. Are you excited for our kissing scene?"

You and Teruya immediately looked back to the board, just to find out, your ex did indeed get the part.

"Screw that. How much of daddy's money did you have to spend to get the role?" You retorted.

E/n's face turned to anger. "You know, this is why I kissed them, Y/n. I love you and you love me, but sometimes you say some of the most annoying shit."

"Shu' up! Ya no good cheat'r!"

He scoffed, "See you at rehearsal Y/n."

...

You used to love play rehearsal, but now you dreaded it every week. Great, another thing your ex ruined for you. Teruya tried to hide his own hate of it, but it was clear that he was still bitter. He'd always wait for you after play rehearsal and let you copy his math homework (you're gonna have to help him with everything else-).

The two of you usually go back to his house, where he'll play with your hair while you complain about your ex and the stupid shit he did to win you back. If there wasn't time for a cuddle session before his dad came home, then you two would just watch a movie together.

Dealing with your ex every week sucked, but the two of you tried to make the most of it. He eventually found himself complaining about it to Haruhiko and Satsuki, and both of them told him not to give up so easily.

"What'd ya mean?"

All he got were two mischievous grins in response.

... At opening night, your ex wasn't as much of a pest as you'd thought he'd be. Sure, he forgot his lines a lot, and also seemed shorter for some reason, but he hadn't bothered you yet or tried to steal the show from you. You didn't even see any of his asshole friends in the crowd!

Speaking of the crowd, you couldn't see your boyfriend either. Teruya made it clear that he wouldn't miss the play for the world, so where was he? Did his dad make him work a late shift at Otori Mart? No, his father loved you, and was probably in the crowd as well. (He was)

Was he backstage waiting for you and you missed him? Maybe. Maybe he got lost as well?

Weird, while also pretty disappointing. Either way, the show must go on.

As your knight in shining armor saved you, you smiled at him thankfully, preparing yourself to kiss your ex and flip him off as soon as the curtain fell.

When he took off the mask, you couldn't hide your surprise.

He stifled a giggle at your shocked face.

You bounced back quickly, smiling back at him and pulling him into the kiss.

God knows what Satsuki and Haru were doing with your ex, but the two of you were living in the moment, illuminated by the stage lights.

Tsurugi Kinjo:

"Y/n? Did you get the part?"

You looked back at your boyfriend, Tsurugi, who had been waiting for you after the roles had been announced.

Tsurugi didn't care much for plays, but he was still going to see it to support you.

"Yeah, I got the role of the princess/prince."

He raised an eyebrow. "I figured that you'd be more excited."

"Yeah, well it turns out that E/n is the knight."

"What."

"Hey, Y/n." Your ex winked at you.

"Fuck off." You and Tsurugi said at the same time. He scoffed in response.

"That's no way to treat your-"

"If you're about to say future boyfriend, then it's gonna be your understudy's lucky day." You cut him off.

"Y/n, baby. I know we-"

"Shut your mouth. You had your chance with Y/n and you broke their heart. You have thirty seconds to leave."

He rolled his eyes, but didn't push his luck. "Whatever. See you at rehearsal."

He probably wanted to say more, but you had a literal cop for a boyfriend. There was probably at least one time where your ex tried to say something to you and got his ass whooped. Still, that didn't stop him from harassing you when your boyfriend wasn't around.

Over the next few weeks, Tsurugi rarely left your side. He would wait for you after rehearsal and would walk you home each day, making sure your ex wasn't anywhere near you. You would always try to coax him into staying for dinner with your family, but he rarely gave in. Still, each day you would show him your appreciation and mostly avoid talking about your asshole of an ex as opening night got closer and closer.

Tsurugi knew about the kissing scene, and he was pissed. He was already dreading seeing you kiss another guy, but it being your ex, he wanted to punch him. He'd never blame you for it, of course, since you loved acting and this was part of the job, but the thought of you kissing someone that wasn't him made his stomach churn, no matter how much he tried to suppress his emotions. He mentioned his feelings to Yamato and Yuki, some of the few people he actually trusted. Yuki gave comforting advice and told Tsurugi to support you, Yamato on the other hand, seemed to have other plans... …

You sighed as another person shook their head. No matter where you looked, Tsurugi was nowhere to be seen. The play was going just as you thought it would, the only difference being that your ex wasn’t harassing you. It was truly a perfect night, except for the fact that your boyfriend wasn’t there.

You saw your classmates in the crowd, and they just laughed to themselves when you asked them if they saw him. You knew Tsurugi didn’t like crowds that much, but theres no way he decided to ditch you like this. Sure, work was important to him, but he promised you that he would come see you!

Your ex noticed that you were looking for your boyfriend at one point, but you told him to screw off, to which he seemed surprised for a moment, before returning to a small smile. What the hell is going on?

As one would say, the show must go on. You pushed through the first and second act, preparing yourself for the kiss as the climax neared. Your knight seemed to stumble a bit, as if he hadn’t gone to the rehearsals to harass you every week for the past few months, before saving you.

You continued with the script, swooning over your hero. Was he blushing?

Slowly, your knight removed his helmet.

You gasped in shock, before smiling widely. Tsurugi was supposed to kiss you now, but his face was beginning to burn knowing how many people were watching you both. You gazed into his eyes, before cupping his cheek and kissing him.

He seemed to relax, kissing back without hesitation. The audience clapped and your classmates cheered, preparing themselves to make fun of his acting skills for the next week. As the curtains fell for the final time, Tsurugi pulled a single rose from behind his back and gave it to you.

Twirling the rose between your fingers, you kissed him once again.

Utsuro:

Utsuro greeted you with an approving nod, already knowing his luck got you the part

"Hey babe! I got the part!" You said anyway. You were aware of his divine luck, but you assured him that you would never take it for granted, even thanking him for what he does.

A small ghost of a smile twitched at his lips, but besides that he closed his eyes and gave a satisfied hum. You didn't mind his small reaction, just walking over to him and kissing him on the cheek.

"Wow, Y/n. You chose this emotionless weirdo over me?"

You and Utsuro turned in annoyance. Way for your ex to ruin the moment...

Utsuro hated your ex, but for some reason, no matter what his luck did to keep him away from you, the bastard just wouldn't give up.

"Fuck off, E/n. At least he's loyal and not a cheater like you."

"Ouch, Y/n. Are you really going to go there now? Did you even tell him about our kissing scene?"

Utsuro, who was honestly just waiting for his luck to get this loser away from you, snapped out of his thoughts and raised an eyebrow. You looked just as confused as he did.

"Oh? You didn't know? I got the part as the knight." E/n grinned. Utsuro just glared at him, willing his luck to get rid of your ex's stupid grin, which only grew as your eyes widened.

Your ex tried to step closer to you, but Utsuro calmly got in front of you. He wasn't one to get jealous, but this pest was starting to annoy him. Before anything could happen, the bell rang, and E/n suddenly found himself late for his class, giving you a small, cocky wink before running to his next class, soon getting himself caught by Ishimaru.

...

Utsuro seemed indifferent over the fact that you were going to have to kiss your ex. He would wait for you after play rehearsal and make sure your ex didn't try anything, but he didn't seem worried about it. Frankly, he knew you wouldn't cheat on him or ever love that bastard again, and thanks to his luck, something was probably going to happen which would make him lose the part. He could see it in your face that you secretly wanted that, and because he did too, it was sure to happen.

...So why did it not feel like enough? Was he jealous that another guy was gonna end up kissing you even if it wasn't your ex? Why did you always make him feel such stupid emotions? Did he... seriously want to go through all this trouble?

Yamato, being the smartest guy in the class and constantly trying to befriend Utsuro, eventually caught on to what was happening. Utsuro tried to dismiss it whenever Yamato tried to talk with him about it, but his luck kept making the two of them run into each other.

Did he seriously want to talk about this? With Yamato of all people?

It was less than a week before the play when Utsuro finally told Yamato about how you were going to have to kiss your cheating ex. Yamato asked him how he felt about it, to which he shrugged. Unfortunately, Yamato did not accept that answer. ...

The play was going... fine overall. E/n was acting strangely, he barely talked other than to say his lines, and his movements seemed more.. stoic than usual. A huge contrast to his overconfident personality. Nonetheless, nothing else unusual has happened, your ex didn't harass you, but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

Yeah, being invisible was something Utsuro enjoyed, but... he at least would make his presence know to you. He wasn't tired of you yet...right?

You searched the crowd and backstage a few times. You had honestly been expecting to see E/n somehow drop out of the play, thanks to your boyfriend's luck. You didn't want to feel disappointed that it didn't happen, after you swore to yourself to never take Utsuro's luck for granted, but you didn't want to think he left you either.

A part of you wanted to ask your classmates, but if you didn't know where he was, there's no way your classmates did. You asked Akane about him during intermission, but she didn't respond. Was he... really leaving you?

...Did you bore him? With the play reaching its climax, you forced yourself to smother the thought. You had to focus on acting right now. You could cry about your boyfriend possibly leaving you later.

It took everything to pretend like you were swooning over the guy who had carelessly broken your heart, but you forced yourself to do it. You wanted to cry and deck E/n across the face at the same time.

Then, your knight lifted the mask.

Your eyes widened and a smile stretched across your face. Your beloved boyfriend was right in front of you the whole time!

"Utsuro...." You found yourself whispering his name.

He gave a small nod, a rare smile twitching at his lips. You laughed to yourself before grabbing him by the shoulders and placing your lips on his.

He didn't pull away, wrapping his arms around you and kissing back with just as much passion. He may not say it, but he'll never leave you.

Yamato Kisaragi:

"Y/n! Y/n! Did you get the part!?" You heard your boyfriend call out. You smiled as he caught up with you.

He looked like he just ran over, probably lost himself in his work before remembering roles were being revealed today, and if you were getting your dream role, he wanted to be the first to know all about it.

While Yamato was handsome and a pretty good actor, he was pretty sure the school had learned their lesson with putting him in a play, after one of his inventions grew self aware and tried to mind control the entire school. You reassured him that a zombie apocalypse version of Midsummer Night's Dream would have sucked anyway.

"Yeah! I got the part!"

Yamato's eyes lit up in the most adorable way possible.

"That's grea-...You don't look too happy, is something wrong? Did you change your mind? Are you getting stage fright already!? Don't worry Y/n, I'll go to every sho-"

"That's not it. I'm happy to have the role... it's just... the knight..."

He put a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay, Y/n. It's part of acting! I know you love me, and the role means a lot to you, so-"

"Wow, you really don't care if she kisses another guy? Yet you hate me because-"

E/n seemed to appear from nowhere, but Yamato was quick to shut him up.

"Stay out of this! This has nothing to do with you. Let me talk with my S/o!"

"Nothing to do with me? I was just saying I'm surprised you're okay with me kissing Y/n. She's going to leave you for me anyway."

Yamato was confused for a second, but he connected the dots quick.

"Y/n... please don't tell me."

"Yeah..."

Yamato sighed to himself.

Your ex began to talk more, but Yamato calmly took your hand and walked you to class. He knew better than to engage with this asshole, not matter how much he tried to taunt him.

Yamato is a sweet and friendly guy, but he has no tolerance for people that are mean to his loved ones. He'll never forgive or befriend the bastard that broke your heart and wanted to play you all over again.

Yamato made it clear that he wasn't happy with your ex being the knight, even making a few complaints to the school for it and telling them what your ex did, but he would always put you first. He'd wait for you after every play rehearsal and would take you out to dinner (or just get dessert) after it, letting you complain about your ex as much as you want.

If your ex was close by, he'd intentionally nuzzle, hug you, or pick you up and kiss you. It wasn't actually meant to make your ex jealous (but the fact that the both of you enjoyed his reactions to it were a bonus), it was to remind you that you weren't with that bastard anymore. You were with him! A sweet guy that would never cheat or break your heart!

Yamato knows that you'll never cheat on him, and he'll always offer to cuddle while you rant. As annoying as the situation is, Yamato was still proud of you for getting the part. Yamato is smart enough to come up with an idea to sabotage your ex on his own, but he still brought it up to as many of your classmates as he could (since he's friends with everyone). Taking their advice, help, and a scolding from Mikako and Tsurugi on what he was about to do, Yamato prepared for opening night.

…

The play was basically a total trainwreck. It was partly satisfying how well your ex seemed to screw everything up, forgetting some lines and wandering onto the stage at random times.

(He knew what he was doing, he just wanted to make you laugh)

But it still got annoying at times knowing it was your lying, cheating scumbag of an ex. Still, you enjoyed yourself, placing your heart and soul into acting, and no matter how badly your ex messed up, he never interrupted you and interfered with your scenes. It was like he actually cared about your dreams.

You searched everywhere for your boyfriend, believing that he might have gotten lost backstage somewhere. You saw Mikako in the crowd during intermission, but she just smiled and said she had no idea where Yamato was. Odd…

When the knight in shining armor face planted during the climax, you held a hand in front of your face to keep yourself from laughing, before helping him up and pretending to fall in love with him.

As the knight took off his helmet, you were met with the same charming smile that you knew and loved. It made your heart skip a beat as everything came together.

With a growing smile, you grabbed him by the shirt and placed your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer, not letting go even when the curtains fell.

Kinji Uehara:

Kinji was waiting for you in the courtyard, enjoying a cup of tea and awaiting the good news. You worked hard for the part, so he was sure you would get it. When you saw him and ran over to him with a smile on your face, he already smiled back.

"I assume you got the part, Y/n?"

"Yep! I did it! I really did it!"

He was happy for you, and talked with you about the role as you sat down next to him. It was a nice moment between the two of you, up until E/n showed up.

"Hey Y/n." He winked. You flipped him off when you were sure that Kinji couldn't see it.

"That's rude, but I'm glad to see your excited about our upcoming kiss."

Kinji raised an eyebrow, "Pardon?"

"Not with you, with Y/n!"

"Yes, I know what you meant, but what do you mean by kiss?"

"Yeah, E/n. What the hell are you doing now?"

He grinned, "You didn't see? I'm your knight in shining armor. Just like the good ol' days!"

"...You've got to be shitting me."

"Language, Y/n." Kinji told you. E/n rolled his eyes.

"Remind me again why you like this guy?"

"I follow the Lord, including his commandment of adultery being a sin."

"You son of a-"

"Screw off, E/n. Leave me and my boyfriend in peace." ...

Kinji always keeps a calm face, but that doesn't mean he enjoys this. Not at all. The thought of your cheating ex makes him angry by itself, but the fact that you had to kiss him just to follow your passion made him feel an amount of anger he never experienced before. You meant a lot to him and you deserved the role after how much work you put into it, but your ex took the role of the knight just to make what was supposed to be the highlight of your school life miserable.

Kinji always walked you home after rehearsal and let you vent to him. He kept telling you that he wasn't that bothered, that he just wanted you to enjoy yourself. He just wanted you to continue doing what you loved. He...definitely wasn't bothered by the idea of you kissing your ex.

He mentioned his troubles to Kakeru and Kanata, who were at his side in an instant. They gave him advice, like comforting you and telling the director what your ex did, but it seemed like your classmates (plus some kids at the orphanage) had a better idea...

...

The play was... oddly uneventful. Your ex was much more quiet, not to mention he didn't harass you once. It wasn't bad, you were able to put your own hatred aside and focus on the play, performing better than ever. After months of being teased and brought down by E/n during play rehearsal, you could finally just enjoy your passion.

Your only wish was that your boyfriend was there.

You knew that Kinji wouldn't miss the play. He made it clear that he was going to be there no matter what. Still, you couldn't see him in the audience anywhere...

You eventually found Kakeru and Kanata during intermission, but when you asked them about him, they seemed to smile to themselves. What is going on?

It stressed you out. The moment things are finally going your way, your boyfriend isn't there for you to enjoy it with... Your ex tried to approach you a few times, but you motioned for him to leave, not willing to deal with his bullshit.

As the climax of the story neared, you told yourself that you probably just missed him somewhere. There's no way he ditched you like this. Not him.

You forced yourself to swoon over the knight in shining armor who saved you, and mentally imagined your ex's cocky grin.

To say you were a bit surprised to see your kind, soft spoken boyfriend under the helmet instead would be the understatement of the year.

Kinji smiled at your shocked face, before gently cupping your cheek and pulling you in for the kiss.

Your shock washed away, placed with relief knowing your boyfriend hadn't only came for your big night, but also made it much better.

Kakeru Yamaguchi:

"S-So..Y/n, did you get the part?" Kakeru asked you, shuffling his feet. He would have joined you and looked at the casting list, but there was too much of a crowd around it for his taste. You completely understood.

"...Yeah. I got the part." You were hesitating. Kakeru was confused, he thought you wanted the part?

"I..That's great!..Right?"

"Yeah, it's great, but um..." You hesitated again. How were you supposed to tell Kakeru that your ex got the part of the knight?

Kakeru was anxious around people to begin with, so being in the play was out of the question for him, and he had a fair share of insecurities, and this information would not help hi-

"Hey N/n."

"H-Huh!? E/n?" You and Kakeru turned to see your ex leaning on the wall beside you both.

"So, did you tell your giant brute of a boyfriend about our kiss?"

Kakeru whipped around to look at you, betrayal clear on his face.

"Y/n...? What is he..?"

"E/n got the role of the knight! The son of a bitch auditioned without us knowing! He's talking about the kiss scene in the play. That's all. I'm never gonna leave you for that pig."

Kakeru felt relieved, before the panic and insecurities came back to him. What if you decided that he was too big for you? What if you decided that he was a giant brute after all? What if the kiss made you love your ex again?

He felt you put your hands on his shoulders.

"Kakeru, listen to me. I love you. Way more than I ever have or ever will love that loser."

"I'm right her-"

"Get out of here E/n or you'll get to see the real brute in this relationship."

...

Kakeru was extremely insecure. He's wait for you after every practice, wondering if you were going to suddenly decide to leave him for your ex. He'd still listen to you vent and rant on how much you hated the guy and how you can't believe you ever loved him, but the insecurity still stood. You caught on pretty quick and always made sure to reassure him how much he means to you, which he's always grateful for. Sometimes your ex tries to take advantage of his insecurities, but like hell are you going to let him manipulate your sweet boyfriend!

Kakeru eventually admitted everything to Kanata and Kinji. They told him to tell the director of the play about your ex and what he was doing to you, but it still didn't work. Kanata and Kinji still comforted him throughout the whole ordeal the same way he comforted you (which made him feel bad because you were the one who had to literally kiss your ex). Eventually, the rest of the class heard about it, and came up with a better solution...

...

Opening night was here and it wasn't nearly as bad as you thought it would be. For once, your ex wasn't harassing you, or even looking you in the eyes. It was funny, he worked so hard for the role, and even looked like he worked out for it or something (because he was definitely larger than you remember) just for him to forget most of his lines.

At the times he made eye contact, he would stammer and stutter over his words, which you would usually enjoy, seeing him embarrass himself in front of this giant crowd, but it just reminded you of your boyfriend, who was nowhere to be seen.

You searched the crowd and looked backstage a few times, but he wasn't there. You saw Kanata and Kinji in the audience, so he had to be somewhere. E/n found you looking for him, but you told him to screw off, to which he looked genuinely hurt for a moment.

You knew Kakeru wouldn't miss your play, and assumed you were just missing him. As the climax of the play played out, with your ex awkwardly saving you, you pretended to swoon over him, making him act even more flustered. Weird. He would usually soak up this kind of attention.

As your knight lifted off his helmet, you audibly gasped.

Kakeru's face was bright red, and he was too flustered to speak.

You found yourself smiling, his face saying everything that he couldn't. Without hesitation, you cupped his cheek and brought him in for the kiss, not letting him go until the curtains had long fallen.

Mitch Higa:

"Hey! HEY! Everyone! Move!" Mitch practically commanded. Having a famous boyfriend had its perks, one of which being how most people admired and listened to him blindly, giving him the power to shoo people away and clear a path for the two of you to see the casting list.

You saw your own name just as your boyfriend elbowed someone in your way.

"Mitch! I did it! I got the part!"

"Hell yeah! I knew you could do it! You'll be just as famous as me one day!" He grinned, taking you by the hand and leading you out of the crowd. As the two of you rounded a corner, away from prying eyes, he kissed you on the forehead.

"Maybe even more."

You giggled in response, reaching up to ruffle his hair. He smiled and leaned into your touch.

"Wow, this is what Mitsuhiro Higa is really like? Didn't think you even cared for Y/n when you’re away from the cameras."

You and Mitch turned to see E/n beside the two of you, having obviously followed you both here.

"Fuck off. What the hell do you want?"

"I wanted to see how Y/n felt about our big kissing scene."

"WHAT!?" Mitch's yell of anger nearly drew a crowd over.

"What the hell are you talking about!?"

With the cockiest grin, your ex replied, "I'm the knight."

He knew about the kissing scene, and didn't hesitate to tell you that he hated it, and was secretly thankful how much you reassured him over it. But was it seriously gonna be this guy!?

You swore a few times, not liking this any more than he did and with your ex's continuous snarky comments, you nearly had to hold your boyfriend back a few times.

Mitch made it clear that he hated your ex and his role as the knight. He complained about it just as much as you did, and while he would never admit how jealous he was, he wouldn't shut up about how angry he was about it. Of course, he would still comfort you and listen to you vent about your ex, throwing out a snarky comment here and there. He'd also walk you home and take you out on dates more often, not that he thought you might leave him for that loser. But still, after two days your whole class knew about it.

Some offered condolences for your situation, but others decided to help Mitch with a better idea...

Mitch hated the fact that he was going to have to go behind your back for this, but like hell was he going to let this asshole kiss you!

...

By the end of the second act, you officially wanted to murder your ex. Sure, it was funny how he slipped up most of his lines, and seemed to forget half the script, but that didn't stop him from trying to get as close to you as possible, to which you'd shove him off as soon as the audience couldn't see.

He attempted to approach you at intermission, to which you told him that you'd never love him and that he better stay the hell away. It disturbed you how he seemed to appreciate that.

There was also the fact that your boyfriend wasn't here to support you. Sure, he was famous and had hundreds of fangirls and better things to do, but he wouldn't skip out on your big night...right?

Every insecurity you ever had about your boyfriend seemed to come pouring out, even though you tried to lose yourself in your acting. Even your ex seemed worried about you. Still, you shoved him aside, and prepared to get the kiss scene over with.

You forced yourself to swoon over the entitled asshole who broke your heart, begging for him to lift up his helmet. When he did as the script said, (for once)

Your eyes widened. Mitch chuckled to himself and winked at you, before cupping both of your cheeks and pulling you in for the kiss. You had no objections.

He dipped you during the kiss as the audience cheered, much to your embarrassment.

As the curtain fell, and the two of you broke the kiss for air, he told you that he wouldn't have missed your night for the world.

Dra Yuki Maeda:

You skipped over to your boyfriend happily. He was equally happy to see you, waiting for the good news on a nearby bench.

"Hey, Y/n! Did you get the part?"

"I did it, Yuki! I freaking did it!"

He smiled, "I never doubted you for a moment, Y/n."

You sat down beside him and nuzzled into his neck. He wrapped an arm beside you and leaned his head on your shoulder. A part of him wanted to ask who the knight was, knowing about how'd you'd have to kiss them, but this moment was about you, not him.

"Hey, Y/n. I heard you got the part."

The two of you sighed at the familiar voice. Once again, this moment was supposed to be about you.

"Yeah, I did. Now screw off."

"Why would I do that?" He's smiled innocently, getting in between you and Yuki. "Especially since we have our kiss scene coming up. We should practice, shouldn't we?"

"K-Kiss scene!? You're the knight?" Yuki yelped. E/n's grin in response was enough to make you want to punch him.

...

Yuki hated every moment of knowing that you would have to kiss your cheating ex. He was fine with you kissing a guy for the part, knowing you were loyal and passionate about acting, but the fact that it was your ex, who was milking every bit of it, made him angry. Still, he put aside his own feelings for you. You were the one who needed to be comforted here, not him!

He would actually go to dress rehearsals with you every now and then and would offer to walk you home. He never hesitates to defend you from whatever your ex says to you, and is always fine with you venting to him about it. He makes it his main priority for you to enjoy your first big role, wanting you to have fun without worrying about having to kiss that jerk.

That being said, he mentioned it to his classmates a few times (he's also friends with pretty much everyone-) who told him that he should "put his luck to good use." When he asked what that meant, Yamato and Haruhiko cleared off a table, slapped some paper down on it, and got the class to come up with a plan

...

The play seemed to be going fine. Your ex seemed to give you some space, and even though there was the occasional struggle with remembering his lines, nothing big really happened. The night was going pretty much exactly how you we're hoping it was going to, exactly except for the fact that your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

You had assumed he would meet you backstage or something, but you couldn't find him. You searched the crowd to only find your classmates. When you approached them during intermission, you only got a grin from Haruhiko, to which Akane and Satsuki seemed to drag him away for.

You knew that Yuki wouldn't miss the play, so what was happening? Did your ex do something to him!? He did seem quieter than usual!

You probably would've confronted your ex about it, had it not been the end of intermission, and you found yourself preparing for the dreaded kiss.

When the play reached its climax, your knight took off his helmet, revealing the face of your missing boyfriend. You smiled, biting back a laugh.

He smiled back at you, before holding your hands and pulling you in for the kiss. You kissed back, and somehow the kiss was sweeter than any the two of you had ever shared.

The two of you continued to kiss as the curtains fell.

"I..um, left some flowers for you in your dressing room during intermission. I don't know if you saw them..."

You giggled, "No, idiot. I was too busy looking for you."

He laughed a bit in reply, before pulling you closer and kissing you once more.

#dra x reader #haruhiko kobashikawa #danganronpa another #danganronpa x reader #yuki maeda #kakeru yamaguchi #kinji uehara #tsurugi kinjo #yamato kisaragi #utsuro #mitsuhiro higa #teruya otori

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tuiyla · 2 years ago

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if you could rewrite s1 and make santana a prominent main character from the get go, how would you have gone about her reaction to quinn’s pregnancy and their dynamic that season? there’s some potentially interesting stuff that could have gone down between those two that season but we get absolutely none of it because santana’s a background player 😭

Told myself I really need to prioritize older asks so yes, hey, hi Anon. Sorry it's been a while.

First, let's establish that what we do have in canon is largely the result of Santana not starting off as a main character. What I mean by that is her and Brittany both, nay, Brittana and Mertina all being little shits about Quinn's pregnancy on occasions like the Glee girls rehearsal scene in Vitamin D. But we understand that the point of the scene is to elevate Rachel and demonstrate that, despite her feelings towards Finn, she's the most compassionate about Quinn's situation. And you know that's well and good, but so often the only way Glee can make its point is by throwing other chs and relationships under the bus.

It becomes jarring when Brittana become main characters and the Unholy Trinity is, well, at least pretended to be a friendship trio that the two weren't there for Quinn at all during her pregnancy. It's something that annoys me personally very much. Whenever I write fanfic in my head at 2am that will never be written down, and I think of Quinntana, I imagine different variations of a Santana apology. Because it just sucks so much to think that she wasn't there for Quinn at all. The Santana of later seasons is ride or die for Quinn and it's just, ahh, frustrating.

But you didn't wait three weeks just for that answer. I suppose, if I were to rewrite Glee, I'd have it be a messy dynamic in season 1. I wouldn't sugarcoat it because as much as I'm a firm believer in die hard friend Santana, this is 15 year-old Santana deep in the closet and in her most cutthroat era. So her initial reaction upon hearing about Quinn's pregnancy (or rather, when she figures it out) is shock that manifests in cruelty. I don't think the gravitas of the situation hits Santana or Brittany at first. It's just so ridiculous to think that uptight Quinn would put out ONCE and boom, get pregnant. And yet. So it doesn't sink in for Santana.

And then, slowly, it does. When Quinn gets kicked off the Cheerios and gets kicked out from her home and sure, Santana's on top but it comes with a gigantic sinking feeling. God, I hate season 1 so much for not driving it home enough just how dire Quinn's situation was. Glee give a shit about your girls challenge, difficulty: impossible. But it does sink in for Santana, she just doesn't know what to do. It's such a fucked up situation and she feels like Quinn wouldn't want her help. Becomes this miserable self-inflicted hell of neither wanting to reach out while Quinn quietly drowns and Santana represses her guilt. They still, like, hang out in public. By which I mean sitting together in Glee Club. And Brittany starts asking Quinn about the pregnancy and it's almost as if things are normal between them. But nothing will ever be normal again, will it?

That's the thing, I don't think they'd talk about it. Even if Santana was an actual character in season 1, I don't think it'd be this huge show of support or active conversation. Because she's a stupid kid who couldn't possibly fully understand what Quinn is going through. And, as much as they move past that eventually, I think Quinn resents her for it, for a while. Which is why she's willing to throw Santana under the bus in season 2. That's the only way Quinn can move past it, if anything goes. Because Santana was all too happy to take her place and head Cheerio in season 1 so only seems fair.

I'm sorry, this is such a weird reply. I really wanted to do a proper Glee-rewrite, as proper as I ever do, but I think changing too much would have such consequences for the rest of the show. And really I'm just remembering how little Glee cared about Quinn's pregnancy, even outside of Santana, and it pisses me off so much. That things like getting solos were treated as issues of equal weight. And yeah yeah sure Glee had a different tone back then and it was ~satirical~ but fuck, just admit they didn't care about Quinn's story. And so just making Santana a main character wouldn't change that, it would maybe just give us a moment of her climbing to the top on Quinn's back and living to regret it.

I know a sad Quinntana dynamic isn't exactly fun, but I just don't see a version of this where Santana suddenly becomes some Mother Theresa supporting Quinn in everything. That's just not the story Glee was willing to tell. Maybe there's a quiet understanding between them, and maybe Santana does on occasion bark at people for dissing Quinn post-fall from grace. That's what I realistically see happening, Santana caring "in secret" and in her own way. But because she's bad at it, she will make fun of Quinn to her face and come up with pregnancy-related nicknames.

It's a messed up situation and a messed up dynamic. Truly sorry that after three weeks this is what the reply ends up being but I thinking about Quinn's pregnancy is just so depressing to me so I find it hard to think of a version where Santana's role wouldn't also be depressing. I know some fix-it-fics have the UHT be super supportive and sticking together and god I wish we had that instead. Or even something complicated like Quinntana's later relationship. But season 1 comphet peak bitchiness without introspection Santana just wouldn't be the best friend to Quinn.

#wow i'm not even sure there's an answer in there i'm sorry anon #you see why i sometimes take so long lmao #guess i shouldn't be the one to rewrite the pregnancy story #or i'd just need to change SO much it'd be rendered unrecognizable #glee asks #anon #quinntana asks #not quite a gleewrite so maybe doesn't get the tag #<--- stolen from another post but god most deffo does not get the tag #this ain't worthy #ah well hope you're having a nice day anyway

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lulupen2023 · 1 year ago

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Bells' secret diary 4/7

Thank for reading the previous parts, the cuteness goes on *O* Summary:

What if Matthew kept a secret diary since his very first meeting with Dominic till the birth of Muse and all its consequence? And what if said diary wasn’t just about music?

Summary of the chapter: It's time for Chris to come to play ;P

Teignmouth, The Den, 3rd Jan 1994

I do not know. After all this time, do you still accept that I can call you 'Dear Diary'?

I haven't opened you for almost two years, but I have my reasons. Can you let me explain? I take advantage of this afternoon of unusual sunshine, while I'm in my favorite park with Dom who is here next to me dozing…. and if I had a camera with me I would take a picture of him, he has such a serene expression, he looks like a little angel! But no, no distractions, it's you I have to deal with now.

I had made a pact with myself: I would write you back only when and if I had a definitive idea of stability for my, for our band. About Four, Five and Six (and, mind you, I know their real names, but they don't deserve to be named, that's it!) I was wrong, they stayed with me and Dom for quite a while. As much as I was fond of that name, we all agreed that a new one was needed, maybe less gory. And at the end of that year, Emma, Dom's sister, gave us the idea while I was at their house: Gothic Plague. Medieval, creepy, gloomy… in short, perfect.

And throughout 1993 we went on like this, between trials that mostly skipped because Four, Five or Six had better things to do, constant disagreements between the three of them on one side, Dom and I on the other, because those three never happened to approve one of our ideas, while their ideas was total bullshit to us! And even before the year ended, they abandoned us, one after the other, but it's better that way you know?

By now the rehearsals, the few that we managed to do all together, were 10% made up of music, ours, the remaining 90% of quarrels and moments of high tension... It wasn't a good life.

Dom and I discussed it for a long time, who knows why we stubbornly agreed to be five elements: they are too many! But it's also true that, although the jam sessions between me and Dommeh (I told you I'd find a special way to call him!) are fantastic… we can't be just a duo, we need one more element: a bass player, for accuracy. As you can imagine, we are not the only band of the school, for example there are also Fixed Penalty, who define themselves as post rock.. but in my opinion they won't go very far.

Except that in that band there is one hell of a drummer, as well as with the most difficult surname in the world: Chris Wolstenholme, who’s my same age, just a few months younger.

Dom and I fell in love with him at first sight, in the artistic sense of the word, I mean.

There was only one problem: he's a drummer, dammit, and I already have the best one on the planet! Dom came up with an idea so crazy that maybe it could work: "Let's ask him if he wants to learn to play bass to join our band." And, Dear Diary, you'll never believe me, but that's what we did today after his band rehearsal. We approached him and, I can't believe it, he accepted! Maybe he too didn't believe much in the future of his band.

Chris just asked us for a few days to learn bass and of course we allowed him to take all the time he needs.

I already know that he will be great, I just know it, as I know that he is the third element that will complete us.

Such dedication, such a great spirit of sacrifice, such a remarkable willpower… Enough, I don't need to know anything else, he is our ideal candidate, he has already done a lot for our band even before starting!

And he's such a nice guy, very down to earth, we'll love spending time with him.

Do you want to know if I’ll miss the moments just between me and Dom?

Yes, a lot… but anyway I know that he and I will always find time just for us.

You know, Diary, I've taken you back just as I had left you, that is with Dominic who is always my obsession, I keep thinking about him. I don't know how to disguise it anymore, will he notice my heart-shaped eyes when I look at him?

No, come on, I'm good at masking it… I MUST be good!

We have become so intimate after all this time… the physical contact between the two of us is now routine, we look into each other's eyes for a long time, without either of us lowering our gaze, we are each other's confessional, we know each other's states of heart, we laugh together in the happy moments and we are strong for each other in the hardest ones.

In short, we are soul mates, without even being together… in the loving sense of the term.

Even though there are moments when I'm almost certain he's one step away from kissing me, there are others when I'm about to give in and I really want to kiss him.

It's probably just all in my head. He can't reciprocate what I feel, I have to keep it in my heart, double lock it and be satisfied with what he gives me: the most splendid of friendships.

Even if all I do is get lost in my fantasies: who knows what a kiss from him would be like? He must have such soft lips, I mean, I know they are soft… one day he was drinking a latte and he had some foam left and so I took it off with my thumb… I wanted to do it with my mouth, even better with my tongue .

Who knows how he kisses… he gives me the impression of being impetuous, but at times also very sweet… and in my opinion he is one who caresses a lot, I imagine him taking my face in his hands, or running his fingers through my hair… or as he holds me by the shoulders.. or he squeezes my butt... I'd do it for sure, then I'd bring my pelvis close to his, pressing it, to make him understand how much I'm liking it... and maybe I'd find out that he likes it too.

No, no, Matt, bloody hell, calm down, your jeans are getting a little too tight here! Let's talk about something else... like past birthdays: on his first birthday, in December, since I found out that he likes to draw a lot, I gave him a pad and some colored pencils... and he said that sooner or later he'll want to paint my portrait... I'm still waiting…forget the obscene imagery that runs wild in my mind at the thought!

I'm just saying that the clothes are not included, neither mine nor his.

No, bloody hell, I had to calm down!

Last year, on my birthday, he gave me a beautiful, fiery red acoustic guitar, telling me that even if I've become super good with the electric one, I shouldn't neglect that way of playing either. On the other hand, last month I gave him a new bike, he's such a sportsman.

Of course, the perfect scenario would have been a tandem, me and him going on a trip to the plains of Devon, it would be so romantic…

Then I wrote a song about him, you know?

That is, 'wrote' is a big word. I'm drafting it.

It's about me breaking up with a girl I used to date and realizing that she could never be as good as him.. so far I've only written this and not even very well.. There's still a lot of work to do.

And then I don't even know what music to put it on.. but I imagine something sweet, maybe with that guitar he gave me.

Uh, I have to stop writing to you, I think Dommeh is about to wake up.

I sort of regret not having taken that photo…

Notes:

I hope you'll keep liking this little sweet thing ^^ much more to come, Muse are about to born ;)

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lezliefaithwade · 4 years ago

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A Breath of Fresh Air

The summer after my first year of theatre school, I was sleeping on the living room floor of my cousin's apartment in Toronto, trying to figure out what to do with my life. My cousin had been an actor before he became a quadriplegic in a car accident, and as I unadvisedly bemoaned my unemployment status, he said something like, "Seriously? You're complaining about your life? Don't make me burst a colostomy bag." He was right, of course. I wasn't in a wheelchair, though I did have a stepmother who had rendered me homeless because of her dislike for me. She was always saying things like, "Your hair can't be as ugly as that hat you're wearing." Or simply refusing to invite me to things like Christmas dinner. I always admired people with families. My boyfriend at the time was one of five kids who were always doing things together. Their house was always full of noise and activities. Even as a shiksa, I felt more at home there than with my stepbrothers and sisters, who never lost an opportunity to point out that I was weird. I wanted to stand up to them, but not wanting to cause my father any grief, I held my tongue and sought refuge elsewhere. It occurred to me that perhaps I was using the theatre as an opportunity to say things through characters that I couldn't find the courage to express myself.

The Toronto Star was still open on the kitchen table, and I rummage through the Want Ads, that dirty part of the newspaper near the back where complete strangers will soon become complete assholes in your life by forcing you to work menial jobs in humiliating uniforms for minimum wage.

"Find anything?" my cousin called from the bedroom, where two attendants helped wash and dress him.

"Social services are advertising for camp councilors to work with emotionally challenged kids."

"Oh yeah," He said. "That might suit you."

I'm not sure I knew what he meant but, I was beginning to think I'd outgrown my welcome. My cousin probably would have encouraged me to join the circus if the option had been available. Knowing my living room days were numbered, I thought it best to make an effort and apply.

I had no experience teaching drama—no experience working with kids and no experience going to or working at a camp. Despite all that, I was hired. It's worth noting that it's probably not a good sign if you get a job with no qualifications whatsoever.

My official position was Drama Councillor, and I prided myself that with only a year and half of theatre training behind me, I was well equipped to help others benefit from the wealth of my experience. I imagined myself, Maria Von Trapp, teaching children how to sing while they looked at me adoringly. Somehow, I conveniently blocked out the rebellious early stages she experienced and skipped straight to the good parts. Also, I might add, forgetting about the Nazis and having to climb over a mountain. Still, visions of me biking around camp with a group of happy campers behind me filled me with a sense of self-satisfaction.

As I packed my knapsack with deet and a secret stash of Twinkies, I thought of how only three weeks earlier I'd been in New York walking through Central Park and savoring Cappuccinos at outdoor cafés on Columbus. Now, here I was, ready for something different. The wilderness, I imagined, would be a welcome change—fresh air and loons instead of smog and sirens. I thought smugly about my classmates sweating behind visors at take-out windows shoveling fries into cardboard cups or wrapping sandwiches in tinfoil. Thumbs up to adventure, I told myself. The fact that I'd never once in my life enjoyed the great outdoors didn't factor into my mind. All of this changed with each accumulated minute of the 391 Kilometer drive north.

It was late afternoon when I arrived at the compound. Overcast, sullen, it was a place so secluded you'd need flares to find it. It had that distinct aura of someplace time forgot. A place left behind and neglected. In the brochure, the sun was shining, flowers filled the meadow, and you could practically hear laughter floating off the page. What I was looking at bore more of a resemblance to a situation in a Stephen King novel where camp councilors discover a pack of hungry teenage zombies have lured them to a seemingly idyllic retreat. Situated right in the heart of black fly country, I spent most of my days swatting insects so big they seem Jurassic.

During our orientation, child care workers warned us that children with mental health needs tend to run away - a lot and to keep strict attendance records and all eyes on them at all times. "These kids are resourceful and clever," they cautioned. I couldn't imagine being so determined you'd risk your life by escaping through the woods that surrounded us, but then again, I'd never been around children who weren't allowed cutlery before either

I shared my cabin with three other women with who I had absolutely nothing in common. Delia, a humorless 27-year-old cooking instructor who answered every question with a monosyllabic grunt, Jennifer, a 26-year old tennis instructor with massive blond ringlets who talked so quickly she sounded like a record on high speed, and an older aboriginal woman named Sunny who made us all dream catchers and offered advice about how to heal ourselves on days when we'd feel spent. "Remember, these kids need us," she said while purifying our cabin with sage. As I glanced around my assigned bunk, taking in the spider webs and loose floorboards, I had that sinking feeling that comes when you know you've made a terrible mistake. Before long, I was eating copious amounts of peanut butter on stale bagels amid a never-ending supply of starch. I'm not sure who thought it was a good idea to feed children with challenges like anxiety, depression, hyperactivity, and eating disorders copious amounts of sugar and carbs. It certainly did nothing to help them or me.

On the first day of class, I sat everyone in a circle. "Welcome to drama class," I said with a smile. "Let's begin by sharing with everyone a little bit about ourselves. Anything at all you'd like us to know?" A hand went up.

"I'm Tracy, and I hate my stupid ass brother. He can go straight to hell."

"Okay," I said, "That's a start. Who's next?"

Another hand. "I'm Jonathan, and this place sucks so much I wish it would burn to the ground!"

"Fair enough. Anyone else?"

"I'm Jo. I'm schizophrenic. So sometimes I'm Rachel and Julia. You'll know the difference because Rachel has a British dialect, and Julia talks slang."

"O-kay." I glanced at the social workers who sat on the edge of the room and looked at me with an expression that basically said, "We can't wait to see what you do next."

"Let's write a play," I suggested. "Write anything you want. Once you're happy with the work, I'll shape it into a cohesive piece that we'll rehearse and then present at the end of the season talent showcase."

The kids liked this idea. The showcase was a big deal. It was an opportunity for them to blow off some steam and express themselves to friends and family in a creative way. My only stipulation was not to use profanity. As the weeks passed, I was impressed with how well they all threw themselves into this project—all except Eric, the oldest boy in my 12 to 15-year-olds. Eric often wandered around the rehearsal space, unfocused and sullen.

"Any ideas for your piece?" I ask, checking in to see if I could help.

"I'm thinking," he'd say and then pace.

With three weeks left in the summer, I took my well-deserved week off to decompress. My boyfriend came up from Toronto and drove me to his parent's house at Post and Bayview, where caterers were preparing the tennis courts for an outdoor party. I walked into his mother's living room, and she gasped. "What happened to you?"

I didn't blame her. I hadn't spent much time looking at a mirror the past four weeks, but one glance at the large one in their bathroom told the full story. My hair was ratty; I had scabs on my knees, bruises on my arms and legs, and I was sunburnt. I was wearing a vintage skirt and blouse that was probably more Value Village than vintage and a pair of worn, scuffed purple moccasins; in essence, I was wearing slippers on my feet.

"Please take her to the mall and at least buy her a pair of shoes," his mother said, handing me her credit card and then rushing off to make sure the stuffed alligator would float in the pool. That week I ate my way through rugelach, hamantaschen, brisket, and bagels while his family watched me with awe and disgust.

Back at camp, the smell of burning insect repellent greeted me along with the news that the sailing and tennis instructors were sacked for disorderly conduct. Never mind, I had renewed energy and a sense of purpose. There were costumes and props to make. Sound and lighting effects to create. And we needed to rehearse. It was only a tiny stage somewhere on a remote camp in Northern Ontario, but the excitement was palpable. I was excited. This would be the best talent show ever, and my kids were going to blow the socks off everyone there!!!

"Eric," I said, "How's your piece coming along?"

"I finished it," he mentioned casually

"That's great. Can I see it?"

"I want to surprise you. You're going to love it, though. I promise."

I patted myself on the back. Eric had a breakthrough. All my encouragement and patience had paid off. Perhaps I'd helped him have a developmental breakthrough.

"Can you tell me what it's about?" I asked.

"The Beatles."

"Great. Okay," and left it at that.

Talent Night arrived along with parents and family friends. The lights dimmed, the kids performed, and the audience enthusiastically applauded as each "Mighty Mite" or "Spirit of Paradise" breezed across the stage, acting out skits about fairies and monsters and assorted escapades. Finally, it was Eric's turn. Out he came, looking serious and theatrical. He cleared his throat and addressed the audience.

"This is called, The Beatles Last Recording Session. By, Me."

Three of his closest camp friends filed out and took a space on the stage. The audience was silent.

There was a dramatic pause, then the piece began.

"Fuck you, Ringo,"

"Fuck you, Paul."

"Fuck you, George."

"Well fuck you, John."

Then they bowed and left the stage.

Personally, I thought it was kind of brilliant. Needless to say, I wasn't showered with accolades about my teaching methods or the effect I had on kids. I left there having no catharsis about mental health except that giving people the opportunity to express themselves without censor is probably a lot healthier than insisting they stay quiet. I admired the honesty displayed in the kid's work. If only, I thought to myself, I could be half as brave. Wasn't that what I was spending time and money learning how to do?

A week after being home, I found myself packing, once more, for school in New York. Our term letters had arrived with instructions on where to buy character shoes, leotards, copies of The Children's Hour, and Death of a Salesman. The camp already felt like it was 391 kilometers away - soon to be 659. My father drove me to the train station with my stepmother beside him; she was there, no doubt, to ensure I boarded.

"You going to be okay?" my father asked, giving me a hug and slipping a $50 bill into my pocket.

"She'll be fine." Elsie chimed in. "You don't have to worry about her. Let's go."

But I wanted my father to worry about me. Not all the time and to the exclusion of all else, but certainly the appropriate fatherly amount.

As I settled myself on the train, I watched my stepmother pull from father from the platform to the car and thought of Eric's brilliant play. Under my breath, I whispered the immortal words of the Beatles, "Fuck you."

#stepmother #mental health #children #young people #summer camp

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ziamhaze · 4 years ago

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Hi, I hope you're well! I just want to start off by thanking you for all the wonderful fics you have blessed me with!

I just finished Red vs. Black and was hoping you wouldn't mind answering some questions I have. As someone who risks his own life to save others, how does Liam justify being with someone he knows has killed innocent people? It'd be one thing if Zayn had only killed those directly involved with what happened to his family, but he's killed innocent civilians over minor inconveniences (such as the teenagers in the convertible). Does Zayn still think he is justified in doing so? Does he ever feel guilty about it? If not, how would Liam and Zayn be compatible if their moral compasses are so different?

Also, did Zayn's father ever make his way to the UK? Or was that just a lie he told Zayn to comfort him? Does Zayn ever find his family, especially his younger sister?

I know it's a lot, but I'd really love to hear your answers if you want to give them! Again thank you for all of your wonderful works!

So sorry it’s taken me this long to reply, but I didn’t forget!

To start I’d like to thank you for clicking, and finishing, Red vs. Black. It isn’t the shortest of fics, nor is it the most delicate - to put it lightly. For the latter alone, thank you.

These are such poignant, important questions. Ones that are nearly word for word what I asked myself while planning the ending.

SPOILERS FOR ALL OF RED VS. BLACK

1) How does Liam stay with Zayn after learning of all his senseless killings?

Honestly, I questioned this the most when feeling out the concept. As a fic writer it’s expected of me to write not only a romance, but also a happy ending. Of course fics exist that do neither, but they’re very rare and not exactly well-loved. And truthfully, a massive point that I wanted to get across - and which in effect answers this question - is that despite people’s pasts, they cannot overcome them without being given the opportunity. 100%. No ands, ifs, or buts. For a prisoner to assimilate back into society and not go back to their old ways, they need to be trusted with a job. With a salary (no matter how small), they need to trust themselves to be able to not buy anything that may contribute to poor habits: drugs, alcohol, weapons, gambling, a means of transport that will give them the ability to visit bad influences (more of a psychological thing, but still). A lot of prisoners are never given this opportunity (especially in the United States), and therefore fall back into their old ways, which are more often than not coping mechanisms to deal with the fact that they can’t fit into society as easily as privileged people to begin with; it’s a terrible cycle. However, there are plenty of success stories of those that truly wish to change and are lucky enough to stumble upon an employer or mentor or sponsor of some sort that hands them an inkling of hope/trust that they use to fight their way back up. The fic is fantasy, and while Zayn’s story is rooted in real world PTSD, I think the prisoner analogy is easy for us to envision and therefore, understand why Liam acts the way he does. I also made it a point in the last scene when they’re talking things out to have Liam voice his contingency: if Zayn so much as spits at anyone, he’s done for. That’s to say, he’s not wiping his slate clean just yet.

2) Does Zayn still feel his useless killings were justified?

I’m going to answer assuming that you’re referring to the time after the fic ends.

Looking back at his actions is something that would be inevitable when he starts therapy, and this is a perfect example of one of the questions his therapist would ask. You may not like my answer, but as an author I find it imperative that I speak of my characters realistically and to keep them true, not how I want them to act. That said, yes, Zayn would still find justification in why he’s done what he’s done.

There are a few instances in the story where this is actually explained. Take the scene in the bar with fancy mixologists. Zayn begins to get aggravated over the people in the room simply because they’re ignorant to the feeling of significant pain. There’s also the scene where he’s back home in Cheshire and Harry straight out tells him, he may be furious at the unfairness of the world, but he needs to learn how to come to terms with it. It’s not going to change. This right here is what a therapist would work with him to do, and also why I had Harry be the one to bring this up in the story - he is one.

I know it sounds incredibly foreign to the average person, but trust me when I say that people struggling with anger problems founded in (un)fairness, exist. I’ve spoken with professionals about it. Add on crippling childhood PTSD and a villain like Zayn can definitely be born. It’s why treatment is needed, and why the answer is ‘yes’ in the beginning of Zayn’s journey to peace. When his answer switches over to ‘no’, that’s when it’ll be outwardly apparent that he’s beating his ailment. Unfortunately, for many, the inner battle with mental health is lifelong; the answer ‘no’ will never turn solid.

3) Does Zayn feel guilty about the above?

Again, there are a couple times when I write Zayn to literally mention how he feels zero guilt. However, if you really really pay attention you’ll notice that these instances aren’t villain related.

For example, meeting Liam’s parents:

After handing his father and Zayn each their tea, Liam looks between them suspiciously. "Leaving the two of you in a room together was a bad idea."

"Don't know what you're on about," Geoff replies innocently. "We were just talking about cars, weren't we Zayn?" Even with all eyes on him, the pressure of lying doesn't get to Zayn. It never does.

"Yeah," he agrees, bringing his drink up to his lips carefully, "cars."

Or, after Zayn walks out from the comedy club:

"It takes a lot of courage to get up there and do something like that, don't you think?"

"Not really."

Liam looks to the side, hoping that he can interpret more from Zayn's answers by seeing the expressions that go with their frankness. "So if I signed you up, you would do it?"

"Why would I want to make a room full of strangers laugh?" Zayn retorts, his right eye scrunching up in distaste, like it's a mannerism of his provoked by moronic questions. "I don't have a superiority complex." Liam thinks he might, but. "I know I'm better than those people, no mediocracy to cover up here."

So we’ve got those, but then we’ve also got this massive character point:

Right as the last of the snake's body emerges, Zayn snaps his fingers, triggering heavy hip-hop music to flow through his headphones and drown out the man's blood curdling cry.

If he could permanently damage people who deserved it, not always because they did something to Zayn, but because he liked to play god and throw them a massive curveball like life had done to him, then why shouldn't he? So long as he pulls his soundproof headphones off the little robot on the inside of his right arm to avoid listening to the pain his choice brutality caused, there's no valid reason he shouldn't take advantage of the gift he was given.

From where he's sitting, he probably won't be able to hear anything, but he fastens the equipment over his ears just in case.

All at once, the atmospheric sounds of central London, mixed with the terrified screams of those in the burning building beneath them, hit Zayn at full force. The sensory overload alone would normally be enough to piss him off, but tack on his protection from audible trauma being taken and being spoken to while in villain mode, and he's seeing red as deep as the pits of hell he knows he's destined for.

I wrote Zayn’s headphone usage as a way to alert that the reader that he does, in fact, feel villain-related guilt. He can’t act on his anger without them on. He’ll have his victims screams stuck in his head, and he’d never be able to handle that a.k.a. there’s zero satisfaction from their literal pain. Think about that and it’ll answer your follow-up question.

4) What happened to Zayn’s family?

Zayn’s father meant what he said - he’d do whatever he needed to reunite his family. That wasn’t a falsity at all. The problem is money. And politics, but let’s start with the issue of money. It took Yaser nine years to save up the amount he paid to have Zayn and Waliyha smuggled across the border. The whole concept of smuggling is that it’s a cheaper option than the legal one. So if we look at this, you can see how long it would take him to save for three adult visa fees, three adult plane tickets, and enough to stay afloat for a month or so when they get to England. Now add in the politics of the early 2000s and the Afghanistan/Pakistan region. We know that Yaser fixed air conditioners for a living. No person with that average of a background is going to have an easy time immigrating anywhere. Even so, would it really take him over 18 years? While it’s plausible, perhaps a man with such determination would find another way. Or...was that unnecessary because he was fed lies?

Think about it. After several weeks and no word from his children, don’t you think he’d cause a riot? He’s the type to drive over to Badar’s house and demand his relatives get in contact with him to find out what’s going on. But, given the flashback Zayn has, it’s obvious that Badar never planned on accompanying any of the children to the UK, and if that’s the case, he clearly couldn’t return to Quetta. I imagine a fully rehearsed story was told to all of the children’s parents about how they were killed somewhere along the way.

As for Waliyha, her whereabouts were told to my gang over on Patreon a while ago. In short, yes, she’s still alive and I plan on pitching the book’s sequel to publishers as a graphic novel series revolved around her location. Louis’ dark web bot finally found a hint as to where that might be, so Zayn and Liam go on a journey across Europe to find her. Each issue would (probably) take place in a new city and involve both fighting a single bad guy.

Just a quick reminder to anyone who reads this, Red vs. Black and all involved characters are my intellectual property and cannot be replicated, manipulated, or stolen.

Again, thank you for your question and time! I know my fics aren’t short and take a huge time commitment to finish. If you have any other questions, don’t hesitate to send them my way! I’m super busy writing the next story and doing critical work, but I promise I’ll get around to it.

#thank you for the questions and for CARING #I think the collective of fanfic readers get a bad rep for not being mature readers and caring about things other than fuzzy feelings #so thank you #my writing #red vs. black #anonymous

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the-jukeboxghostlove · 6 years ago

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This blog appears to be dead, but I am /starving/ for some content for The Inpatient and I saw that you said you'd write for both it and/or Until Dawn, so if you do come back I'd be honored if you responded to this with some Gordon Bennet x male!Inpatient content. 👀 👀

First fic of 2019! :D I’m terrible at finishing fics so it ends a bit abruptly but I do hope that it’s up to par! Also winged the dialogue so lemme know if I fucked it up :’)

- Ghost

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Gordon Bennet had been told it would only be for a few days. Bragg had called him in and told him as much when they’d first suggested sending someone in under a patient guise to keep watch. Just a few days to gauge if the treatments were successful and the problems with the breach were resolved, and then Gordon could kick back and enjoy a hearty raise and all the perks it entailed. He thought he should have asked more questions, suggested a contingency in case things backfired, but there wasn’t enough time to dwell on it before he’d shrugged on the patient clothes and sat down in the dingy, low lit room, heels bouncing restlessly on the floor waiting for the orderly to come.

When the door finally clicked he perked up, watching Abe wheel the patient in and help the guy get on his feet and over to the bed before leaving, looking almost too happy to be out of there. His charge wasn’t fully awake yet, Gordon realized, watching the gradual rise and fall of the other man’s chest when his eyes didn’t open, and Gordon took the opportunity to properly gauge his new roommate.

He didn’t look the investigator type that he’d imagined, but he definitely couldn’t have pulled off pretending to be a doctor here like he’d apparently planned; frankly Gordon wanted to laugh, half wishing he’d been on shift to watch this guy scurry around like some kind of elaborate spy thinking he could get away with it. This newcomer was fresh faced and healthy, minus a slight flush from the permanent chill, and it was a welcome change from the sunken faces he was used to seeing, one he’d have to get used to over the next couple of days.

It took awhile for the guy to wake up, long enough for Gordon to rehearse things and make it believable, and the confused, blank expression on the patients face as he looked around the room only drove home to idea that Gordon wasn’t getting anything out of him just yet. Gordon guessed he remembered little, but didn’t realize just how little until he’d try coaxing a name out of the patient, seeing him stare down at the floor for a few moments, searching for something before eventually answering.

“I don’t know.”

—–

This stay was going worse than he’d first thought. It was either bearably cold or downright freezing, a dingy mattress already doing in his back while he slept; it almost made Gordon miss the heating in his office, and it was only getting worse over time. He probably would have found a way to sneak back to it by now if he didn’t have to worry about keeping up appearances - it looked like he was in it for the long run.

Time passed, and Gordon monitored his charge as instructed but only ever had short responses and long pauses to ever report back on; frustrating, but he’d handled worse. He’d almost considered letting Bragg know they’d succeeded in wiping the memories and call it done until the second night.

He’d woken up to find the patient shaking him, calling his name until he grunted to let him know he was finally up.

“-I’m a reporter” Was the only thing he heard, and suddenly Gordon was awake.

“What?”

“I’m a reporter - was, I think. I just - I, I don’t know but it feels true.” He looked almost ecstatic to know, the happiest he’d seen th guy since the beginning and Gordon felt his heart dropping into his stomach realizing this wasn’t going to be nearly as clean cut as he’d first hoped.

Gordon sighed and ran a hand over his face, pushing himself up onto his elbows and shifting to give the patient enough room to prop themselves against the bed.

“Okay” he said finally once they’d settled down. “What else do you remember?”

The rest of the night was spent trying to prod more memories out of him but Gordon couldn’t get much more information aside from the initial realisation and soon the conversation had turned to Gordon’s own story. It took a good few white lies and masked truths until his answers satisfied his patients nagging curiosity and they both returned back to their respective beds, where Gordon took the next hour mulling up a report in his fitful attempts to get back to sleep.

—–

The next wave of memories came after Gordon punched him. He regretted it now, fingers pressing against the bright red marks dusting his knuckles and frowning at the sting it left. An unpleasant reminder, one that he told himself he couldn’t leave be, not with everything else going to hell anyways.

The patient had come round some time ago but hadn’t said a word, back turned and staring at the wall, unmoving other then to shift in a useless attempt to get more comfortable. That didn’t change when Gordon sat down beside him. It was only when he reached a hand out to touch his shoulder that he moved, tensing and rolling onto his back, looking up at Gordon where he could get a good look at the side of his face, red and mottled with the growing signs of a forming bruise. Neither spoke at first, expecting the other to say something, anything; Gordon was the first to break the silence.

“Look I-” He paused “-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, well, how is it?”

He watched the patient touch his cheek, a sour expression settling in no doubt feeling the pain throbbing beneath the skin.

“Hurts; but I’ll live” A few moments of quiet passed, and Gordon found himself reaching for the hand still pressed against the patient’s cheek, pausing only when they stopped him with a noise of confusion.

“Can I…?” he trailed off, gesturing towards the patient’s face.

He seemed to mull it over for a few moments before eventually nodding. Taking his face into his hands he took some time to asses the damage, softening his grip once he noticed the discomfort. His face was softer than he thought all things considered, gaunter than before, but he looked otherwise fine aside from the mark growing darker where he’d been hit.

Gordon Grimaced seeing it up close now.

“Yeah, that’s going to bruise - we’ll have to get you something for that - soon, hopefully”

“It’ll be fine; I don’t care about it right now.” This time when Gordon’s charge looked up at him it was a lot more sure than before, less clouded confusion hazing his eyes and more clarity as they said-

“I remembered something else.”

—–

…A week had passed. A week that felt like years with the growing hunger and radio silence from the outside world making things unbearable and things were getting desperate. They were both starving in here, that much was evident, but even through the hunger Gordon could feel the mounting dread that something had gone very, very wrong out there. So what did that mean for them?

Marks marred the metal door, a desperate attempt the two had made to take it down but it still didn’t budge, and now Gordon had retreated back to the window, hands curled in a knuckle white grip against the bars and head pressed against them as he looked out across the spiraling mountain landscape; eerily beautiful but nothing but a big ironic fuck you from the nut job who built this place now that they were trapped.

The patient was curled up on the bed, conserving his strength for the next attempt at the door. He was a lot more alert in light of the returning memories, a small mercy which made him sharper than before, aware. If he cared Gordon would have considered it a loss, something to strike off of the proverbial chalkboard once the experiment was over. It didn’t matter now though, not when they were going to die down in this goddamn hellhole.

Gordon hadn’t even realized he’d booted the wall till pain blossomed up his foot and he hissed sharply, grip tightening as anger burned through his stomach - an anger towards even the very emptiness left there. His head turned at the hand suddenly pressed against one of his own, another hovering against his back as if providing a silent comfort.

The patient looked worse for wear, paler and void of the usual healthy flush that had been there just days before; he wasn’t the only one suffering, Gordon had to remind himself, but he was confused at the smile his charge still had. It was meant to be reassuring he supposed…and in a way it was.

“They’ll come back for us.”

Gordon huffed and turned back to the window.

“Sure if there’s anyone left.”

“There has to be - and they’ll come back when they know something’s happened, they have to-”

“And how do you know that?”

The two were face to face now, staring expectantly for a response from the charge, brow furrowed, and the grip on Gordon’s hand tightening when the other man spoke.

“I don’t know” he said finally, now coming to rest directly at Gordon’s side. “But I have hope; and I know that we’ve got to pull through this together if we’re getting out of here. Because I’m not dying here - and neither are you”

Maybe it was the conviction in the words the man spoke that made him almost believe it, or maybe they were finally getting bold, but the press of lips against his own as soon as the patient finished talking. It must have been a spur of the moment choice by the hesitant tongue catching across Gordon’s bottom lip as he pulled away but it was enough to spark something more.

Gordon was the one to pull him in this time, his kisses a little too eager as the sudden groan from the other man made him pull away long enough to catch the blood welling on the patients lip from the pull of teeth. The sight of it shouldn’t have sent such a rush through him, but the surge of something other than that emptiness spurred him on as the two grappled for each other and closed the gap again, sloppy open mouthed kisses filling the silence with hard breaths and pants. He felt hands digging into the collar of his shirt and was sure his own grip on the others clothes were just as tight as he pushed his tongue past his lips to meet with the patient’s own, a pleased shudder running down his spine at the muffled gasp he received in response.

By the time the two had finally pulled away Gordon was sure the two looked even more a mess than before. The patients face was flushed red as was his lips, now smeared with faint stains of blood that somehow managed to pale in comparison to the giddy grin bringing a light to his face that Gordon had all but forgotten, and Gordon could practically hear his own pulse in his ears when their foreheads came to rest together, hot breath warming his cheeks and more once hands began moving to grip at his undershirt tugging it upwards.

Things were escalating quickly, and Gordon could already tell there was no going back from this, though perhaps that point had been when he decided to go under guise in the first place; but as his hands came to join theirs in the gradual shuffle back to his bed Gordon didn’t want things to go back.

Maybe he was right; maybe help would come and he could have a couple words with that goddamn Bragg; but that could wait for now, for however long they could forget the blinding hunger and pain for something better, for as long as it lasted…

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dekudynamight · 6 years ago

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Title: Worth Waiting For part 6

Rating: E

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Jon Kortajarena, Sebastian Stan x Chris Evans

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Sebastian makes his confession to Jon, and it doesn't go as expected.

A/N: Aaaahhhhh thank you guys so much for the amazing response to this fic thus far! You're all amazing and I love all of you and I hope you like this 😃I'm excited for the next chapter after this one and have it started already so stay tuned! 💙

For the next three days, Sebastian went through the motions of life under the weight of his crushing guilt, and he kept it all to himself. He talked to Jon daily as usual and did his best to hide it, doing a damn good job and blaming what little Jon did notice on being tired. He wasn't a great liar but all he was trying to do was hide it until he could confess in person. There was no way he was going to just move on with life like his kiss with Chris had never happened - it would eat him up inside until he couldn't take it anymore.

So he sucked it up and carried on, boarding his plane to London at the end of those three days and spending the entire flight rehearsing his planned speech in his head. He agonized over it, hoping to God that Jon would at least listen and let him say everything that he needed to, but if he threw him out and sent him back to New York Seb wouldn't blame him. He was prepared for all possibilities, but he hoped it wouldn't prove as terrible as he feared.

When he arrived Jon was there to greet him, having just wrapped up a day on set of a movie he'd landed a small but compelling role in. He pulled Sebastian into a hug and kiss and Sebastian suspected a few people snapped pics of their reunion but he didn't care. He put on a brave face and smiled as Jon led him and his luggage to a car that drove them just a few minutes across town to Jon's hotel, and Sebastian was relieved that they'd be alone soon. If he didn't get what he'd done off his chest soon, he was sure that he'd simply just explode.

They had just gotten inside Jon's room and had the door shut behind them when Jon took his luggage from Seb and set it aside, wasting no time in invading his space with a sweet, warm smile and reaching to cup his face with a lowly whispered, "I've missed you, mi vida."

Then he kissed Sebastian with all the pent up love and passion he'd been reining in for three weeks, and Sebastian could feel it in his very soul. It broke his heart and made him feel whole again all at once, a barrage of confusing and overwhelming emotions making him forget about the confession he'd been so eager to give. He melted against Jon and fell into the kiss, having missed the man so much that it was easier than breathing to be pulled back in by him so quickly.

Sebastian didn't snap out of it until Jon started tugging his jacket off, their kisses turning hungry and scorched until Sebastian broke away with a heavy breath. Hands on Jon's chest putting some distance between them he whispered, "Wait, wait."

"Why?" Jon murmured, trailing his lips to Sebastian's neck and making his eyes roll shut.

"Jon, please, I mean it," Sebastian forced out, and Jon pulled away in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Jon asked, surprise and concern etched on his features as he looked Sebastian over.

Sebastian took a deep breath and felt his stomach drop, dread and fear filling him now that the moment had arrived at last and he'd rejected his only way out of it. He clenched his jaw and dropped his eyes, trying to remember the speech he'd planned but now that the time had come... it was all gone. Suddenly nothing felt like the right thing to say and he wished that he could just disappear.

"Sebastian," Jon said quietly, reaching up and touching his cheek. "Are you all right?"

"No," Sebastian admitted, taking his hand and pulling it away. He forced himself to look Jon in the eye and muttered, "I... I don't know how to say it. I fucked up."

Jon furrowed his brows slightly. "What do you mean?"

Sebastian took another breath, feeling ill and terrified but giving himself no choice but to come out with it. "Couple nights ago, um... Chris, he... he showed up drunk at my door. It was late and I was stupid and I let him in and I know that I shouldn't have, but I did and..."

Sebastian trailed off and watched as his words sunk in. Jon's expression shifted from confusion to understanding and then... he wasn't sure. Disappointment, maybe, but not the anger that he would have expected. "You... did you sleep with him?"

"No," Sebastian replied immediately, a little too adamantly. "He kissed me. And I didn't... I didn't stop him. I kissed him back and then when I realized what I'd done I pushed him away and freaked out and made him go, but... I did it."

Jon looked him in the eye until he was finished, and then he dropped his eyes and took a long, deep breath. Then, as Sebastian watched with bated breath and a chest full of anxiety, Jon nodded and seemed to be inwardly debating something. Sebastian watched and waited until he couldn't take it anymore, blurting, "If you want me to go I'll go. I just... I wanted to tell you in person. I'm so sorry. I'm a piece of shit and I fucking hate myself and -"

Jon, aghast at Sebastian's words, shook his head and shocked the other man by pulling him into a hug that was far more comforting than Sebastian felt he deserved. "No, no, Sebastian," Jon murmured. "Don't say that."

Sebastian buried his face in Jon's shoulder, hot tears springing to his eyes. "But it's true," he muttered. "You've been so damn good to me and you deserve so much fuckin' better."

But all Jon did was shush him gently and then lead him to the king sized bed in the suite, sitting him down on the side of it and sitting next to him, keeping his arm around him and placing his other hand on Sebastian's face. "I'm not angry, Sebastian."

Sebastian blinked and sniffed back his tears. "What?"

"I'm not angry," he repeated gently.

"... How? I fuckin'... I cheated, Jon. And with him."

Jon shook his head. "You love him," he stated gently. "I can't change that."

"But I love you," Sebastian insisted. "I swear I do."

"I know you do," Jon assured him. "And you love him, too. It's okay."

"No it's not," Sebastian argued softly. "I hate it. I hate what he does to me and how the second he shows up I just fuckin' lose it. I'm a piece of -"

"Sebastian," Jon interrupted gently, "It's okay to love more than one person. And you are so... sweet and full of love and have so much to give. I would never want to change that about you - it made me fall in love with you."

Sebastian's heart throbbed with pain, his guilt growing immeasurably worse thanks to Jon's seemingly utter lack of anger. He wasn't happy about it but he wasn't mad or particularly frustrated either, and the lack of a conventional response left Sebastian completely unsure as to what the hell to do with himself and his feelings.

"Why don't you hate me?" Sebastian asked quietly, and Jon winced as if the question physically hurt him.

"I've told you before, mi vida - I could never hate you."

Sebastian couldn't help but cry even more at those words. Jon pulled him into another hug, whispering comforting words into his ear and running soothing fingers through his hair. Within a few moments they ended up laying in bed together, shoes and jackets off and Sebastian curled up in the safety and warmth of Jon's arms. His head was on Jon's chest and Jon comforted him until the tears finally stopped coming and his breathing evened out.

Sebastian was exhausted from not only his flight but also from the outpouring of emotion that he was still grappling with. It was surreal in a way, Jon being so sweet and understanding despite what Sebastian had done, and Seb just... could hardly comprehend it.

"Are you sure you're not mad?" Sebastian asked quietly, peeking up at Jon.

"At you, no," Jon replied. "But Chris... he plays with your heart. What he does to you is cruel."

"He doesn't mean to be," Sebastian said, his knee jerk reaction to defend Chris at all costs still very much alive and well. "He just..."

"You make excuses for him and always have. You shouldn't."

Sebastian let out a breath and lowered his eyes, closing them as he snuggled deeper into Jon's chest. "I know. I'm an idiot."

"He is the idiot," Jon chuckled.

"Yeah." Sebastian paused. "But I love him."

Jon kissed his forehead. "But you love him."

Sebastian looked up at him, eyes earnest and honest. "I love you, too."

"And I love you," Jon replied softly, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

".... What do we do?" Sebastian asked Jon in a whisper, at a loss for where to go from here.

"Whatever makes us happy," Jon shrugged. "And you make me happy."

"You do, too," Sebastian insisted, meaning it with everything he had in him.

"Then we will figure it out," Jon assured him, kissing him one more time, and somehow despite his guilt, shame, confusion and inner turmoil... Sebastian believed him.

He might never fully believe that he was worthy of Jon's love and forgiveness, but he was grateful more than words could ever begin to say. He wished that his love for Jon would just push his love for Chris out of his heart and into the past, but instead they coexisted for better or worse. He loved them both so damn much and he couldn't imagine that ever changing.

What the hell were they gonna do?

----

The next morning Sebastian awoke to soft, tender kisses on his neck and gentle hands roaming his body, Jon coaxing him into what proved to be the best makeup sex Seb had ever had. A part of him still felt like he wasn't worthy of such pleasure but Jon went to great lengths to convince him otherwise, and Sebastian loved him all the more for it.

The rest of his trip passed by pleasantly and all too quickly, the two men enjoying each other's comforting company and making a few public strolls together. They both had to deal with a lot more paparazzi since coming out but it was a part of life and it rarely bothered them. What did bother Sebastian, however, was the nagging little voice in the back of his head wondering how Chris was doing and if he was seeing the pictures as they hit the Internet. Sebastian wanted to reach out and make sure that he was okay, that he wasn't hurting after what happened, but silence had lapsed between them again and he just didn't know how to proceed.

Sebastian flew home at the end of his trip conflicted and worried but relieved that he and Jon were still together despite his lapse in judgement. Soon after he jetted off to LA for a new film and, for the time being at least, left his problems on the back burner in favor of work. It was a bandaid really but he was used to it.

Three weeks into filming, Jon's project wrapped up and he had a week free to visit Sebastian in LA. He packed up and flew his way, stopping for a layover at JFK that left him waiting for an hour and a half before his next flight began boarding. He grabbed lunch and coffee at one of the restaurants and sat at a table towards the back as he made a few phone calls and texted Seb to keep him updated as to his ETA.

Everything was going perfectly smoothly until he finished his food and happened to glance up at the right moment and noticed a particular patron at the counter waiting on his order. Jon wasn't sure at first until the man turned his head a certain way, better displaying a bearded jaw that a NASA hat and sunglasses couldn't hide, and then Jon knew beyond a doubt who the man was. He took a deep breath and looked away, wondering what kind of ridiculous sense of humor the universe had to cross their particular paths on that particular day.

Then again, maybe the universe had a good reason for it.

He got up and headed to the front of the restaurant, quietly disposing of his now-empty coffee cup and walking the short distance to where Chris stood. He took a deep breath and hesitated only for a few seconds before reaching out and gently tapping his upper arm. Chris immediately swiveled around and, upon making eye contact with Jon, immediately performed his best impression of a deer in headlights.

".... Hi," Chris blurted, eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open. Jon, not as much of a saint as he seemed to be at times, couldn't deny the little bit of satisfaction he got from Chris' clearly panicked reaction.

"Heading home?" Jon asked quietly, glancing around them to ensure that nobody was watching them or paying them any mind. They weren't.

"No, Atlanta," Chris replied, visibly perplexed by the casual line of questioning. He seemed to just go with it, however, asking next, "You?"

"Back to LA. Sebastian's waiting for me."

Chris stared at him, anxiety sealing up his mouth for once and leaving him speechless. Jon watched him squirm for only a few seconds before letting out a breath and throwing him a bone.

"I know what happened. He told me weeks ago," Jon told Chris, whose brows quirked in surprise. "We don't keep secrets."

"Listen," Chris muttered after swallowing nervously, tone as quiet as possible, "I never meant to -"

Jon held up a hand to silence him. "I don't know what you mean to do. You are always playing with him and coming and going as you please, and he deserves better than that."

"I know," Chris replied, visibly and audibly pained. "And I'm sorry. To both of you. I had no right to do what I did. It won't happen again."

"I think it will," Jon shrugged slightly. "He loves you too much to ever say no to you. And you - I don't know what you want from him but I don't trust you."

".... I wouldn't trust me either," Chris muttered, clearly ashamed. It was all in his blue eyes, plain as day for anyone to see. "I don't wanna fuck you guys up anymore than I already have. I'll leave him alone."

"That's not what I want," Jon shook his head. "I want him to be happy."

Now Chris was really confused. He gave a small shake of his head and furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

"He needs you, I think. I can't change that. But unless you stop being a coward and using him whenever you feel like it, you'll never deserve him or his time."

"I'm not trying to take him from you," Chris blinked, unsure of how to take Jon's words. "I just..." he paused and trailed off, eyes averting aimlessly. "I miss him."

"Maybe you should stop missing him and start earning his love," Jon suggested. "Stop breaking his heart."

".... Don't you hate me?" Chris asked, bewildered. "I don't understand."

"I don't hate anybody," Jon shrugged. "Not even you."

A pause of silence passed between them, and then with all the sincerity in the world Chris finally murmured, "I'm sorry."

Before Jon could accept the apology, Chris' order was called out from the counter. He glanced over his shoulder and then back to Jon, who simply moved his hands into his pockets and said, "Have a safe flight, Chris."

"You too," Chris replied, eyes still bewildered as he watched Jon walk away and out of the restaurant.

Nerves now shot, Jon felt the nagging need for a cigarette start to grow as he began heading towards his gate. He hoped that Chris would listen and put an end to this nonsense for Sebastian's sake, whatever that ultimately meant for him and Jon. Whatever came of them in the end, so long as Sebastian was happy and had what he wanted, that was enough for Jon. That was how love was supposed to be - selfless, unconditional.

And maybe not always limited to one person and one person alone.

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