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truthbehindthemysteries · 4 years ago

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Tenth Doctor x Reader Summary: It was hard to trust people as you had reason to regret doing so in the past, so when you let those rare people in : it's a special thing. Unfortunately your love for a mad man in a blue box would lead to your demise. If only you had known what you never would now.... Perhaps there could have been a happier ending instead. Warnings: none, i don't think. A/N: this came to mind a little bit ago and i couldn't just not write it; I hope anyone enjoys reading this! Theme Song: Arcade by Duncan Lawrence.

It had gone on for so long, it was hard to pinpoint where it started. Life deals anyone with troubles and you have certainly gone through a fair few on your own, growing up fast having to be an adult when you were still a kid doing the mischievous, fun but carefree things without any responsibilities for yourself aside from going to school, basic self-care and doing chores assigned to you. First, it had started with people taking advantage of your kindness, using it against you to wrap you around their finger only for them to stab you in the back in the end. You always gave too many chances, having developed such a heart of gold, it would be a rare treasure itself. People have lied to you, hid things from you, manipulated you, used you for their own gain. They made you trust them enough to be open with them and feel close only to rip off that internal band-aid you put on to protect yourself from the traumas you have gone through. Like pouring salt in a wound, they made you regret showing a side of yourself to someone who didn't have a care in the world.

At different stages, at first, you were confused and in denial. No one wants to admit to being 'weak': Everyone wants to put up the front that they are some strong and fierce person but everyone has a gentle side. It's always the quiet ones you got to watch out for. Even the people you loved and thought you knew, can surprise you. Luckily for you, you managed to find very few real ones along the years after you moved out of your hometown, got a job, even went to college, and started working on yourself. So when you had found yourself in an undeniably strange event, leading you to meet the Doctor & Rose Tyler? You found the life, the kind of home, and happiness you had never felt elsewhere. From the moment you and them spoke, interacted with each other, when they grabbed your hand and you all ran together. Things changed forever from that day, giving you the best memories of your life. If only you had known what it would lead to. Would you have turned the other way and never let yourself cross their path or would things remain unchanged. You had formed a close friendship with Rose - finding her to be a lively, loveable girl with a passion for life, adventure, love, and passion. Being close in age to her, you two were practically tied at the hip. It would not make sense to not be considering you both traveled with a two-hearted alien who travels through all of time and space. Speaking of said man.... You glanced over at him as he spoke with Yvonne Hartmen, the currently leader of the organization known as Torchwood. You had went along with him and Jackie as he questioned the woman on everything involving the Ghost Rift. Eyes wisful, you played with your hands as you followed them, being quiet due to your thoughts. Being one who has trust issues, it was definitely hard when it came to love. What a word right? How could you properly describe such a strong intense emotion that you feel for someone? To you? it was that smile on their face they gain despite the hardships they have gone through because they are strong enough to overcome them. It's them being the first thought as you wake up and the last one you have before you go to sleep. It's like a breath of fresh air that makes you feel more alive than the normal breaths you take because the ones you took before were before finding your other half, the one meant for you. Like a soul twin split in half trying to find the other, having done so and feeling a sense of home in that other person. That wherever they go, you go. It was everything in you feeling at peace as if 'Hey there you are, I've been waiting for you. My soulmate, my missing piece, my other half, my true love, you're the one' . It was all the secret jokes, the meaningful looks, it was all those hugs and the longing stares. It was all the smiles and the laughs. It was picking each other back up at their falls, their troubles, their struggles, their weak moments. Always supporting, trying to understand and the mutual respect. It was dancing at early hours in the morning in each other's arms, not needing any music. It's that immediate no hesitation, full determination kind of actions and the loving words when they are threated or are in danger. It's there is nothing you wouldn't do for them. You two would go through not just the great, good, and the amazing but the bad, the horrible, and the sad together bc you would rather go through all of it together than not experience the happiness together and go through the struggles alone. It's having a hand to hold, always knowing that they are there for you, even if you dont want to admit it. Your companion. You chuckled quietly to yourself, running your tongue over your bottom lip. Technically you are the Doctor's companion, not the other way around. But.... you think as your eyes trail over his figure in that suit with the brown overcoat. You so badly wished you could be more but you're not surprised that nothing has seemingly changed. The Doctor for all their flaws but the attractive qualities they hold {looks are just a bonus to you: its everything else that matters.} They could have anyone, all of people in time and others of similar and different species in space at their pleasure to engage with, why would they ever possibly want a human girl from Planet Earth with issues due to the toxic way her life had grown to be, trying to fight through it to become your own person away from all that. Since being swept up together in the blue box, you and Rose had grown to love and care about the timelord. You two had made your choice a long time ago: After everything the Doctor has so far seen, heard, went through: everything he has done? He had for however long a time, do it all alone. But he didn't have to anymore, he had you two. Though.... your eyes dim as sadness sweeps over your features, making sure to have them disappear, unaware of the timelord in focus would watch you out the corner of his eyes from time to time. He and Rose are close: They HAD to have something going on which was why you always kept your mouth shut, feeling like the third wheel trapped in your thoughts because you didn't want to ruin anything. Maybe one day, you should let all you feel out and maybe just maybe, you would gain the strength to move on and accept the beauty of everything you did have. At least he was in your life, he could not be at all? In him and in Rose, you found home. You found friendship and love, you found another family. A real genuine one that included a certain immortal captain and a brilliant childhood friend and boyfriend of Rose's. Thinking back on the Doctor, you couldn't help but smile, warmth and light showing through your eyes and heart starting to flutter. From the chocolate brown hue of those eyes, so deep and soulful that you could drown in their depths. You love his eyes: They held so much knowledge, love for life, adventure and passion, loss and pain, but wisdom as well. From the soft spiky hair you wish you could run your hands through to the sharp jawline and those lips. That dorky frame that he covered in suits and a brown overcoat. From the way he gobbed: Ramnling on and on about different planets, histories, cultures, historical people and other alien species, to alien technology and his Tardis, and that was just a f e w to mention. YOu adored his intelligence, you too could relate on having a thirst to learn and explore. But then with the dorkiness and the physical charm came his hearts. They were hearts of gold they are. After all, he had double the heart and from the way he tried to live the majority of his life: Never be cruel or cowardly, Never give in and always be kind. He loves and cares with so much, it's to an unthinkable extent. You knew how unbearable the pain of losing Gallifrey was, he refused to ever even talk about it. But he trusted you and Rose, you got to see a side of him that no one else saw. You wished you could do anything to take that pain away but you can only do so much. You hope it's enough.. =============================================================================================================== Things had gone from 0 to infinity really quick. At one point, the Doctor was challenging Yvonne and suddenly all the Ghosts across the world had transformed into being what they really were: using the weakness of humanity in the form and feeling of their lost loved ones into being much darker: Cybermen. That wasn't even the worst of it, however. Locked away in Torchwood was a sphere of strange existence, coming from timelord origin, storing countless Daleks. The very comical looking monsters who equally have caused a reputation of horror to anyone who crossed their path. From the sounds coming off from 'Delete' to "Exterminate", the rolling of the pepper looking pots to the harsh deliberate stomps of the metal men, you along with Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, and the others from Pete's world tried to stop the invading forces from wiping out and causing destruction to humanity. In the action of it all, including going back and forth between worlds, you and Rose showing your loyalty and decision to the Doctor, stopping the Daleks AND the Cybermen, trying to make sure anyone and everyone was saved and protected as much as possible: The Doctor had found a solution. Magna Clamps in his hands that once put against something could hold immense weight as if it were nothing. You, your fellow human friend, and the alien would hold on tight for dear life to not be sucked into the other world, due to the particles you three were practically soaked in due to time/space traveling. In their own ways of screaming, all the Daleks were ripped from where they had each been, droves and droves of them being sucked out of your world from whence they came, the Cybermen following after them which would no longer post a threat to the world they had been inhabiting for dark intent. Suddenly, your heart sunk. The system was malfunctioning, going to go offline for the Magna clamp that Rose was clinging onto. "Hold on, don't let go!", The Doctor yelled, holding on the seperate side way from you two girls. You struggled, dropping one hand to get Rose's back on so she could fully hold on once more, You and her both had a knuckle whitening death grip on the clamps, refusing to be ripped away from the one you two loved and cared about with everything to give. "I got it Rose, it's back, Hold tight.", you said, the system turning back online once more. Inwardly taking a breath of relief. Rose smiled, her nerves starting to calm as she shared a smile with you. THat was close. Meanwhile, the Doctor stared at both of you, his eyes never breaking contact, refusing to. He would never make you two go back on a choice made though he would have understood. Nerves shot by everything that was going on today, if he lost either of you? He feared how he would be to that. YOu and him shared a nod. Suddenly, the thing went back offline again and it was getting much harder to hold on. No.. NO, this couldn't be happening. Rose tried before you could to get it back online again but you both could see she was struggling. Your heart pattering away like a machine gun, you slowly looked from her to the Doctor, thoughts running wild and madly in your head. You didn't want to lose Rose, if she fell through then you and the alien would never be able to see her again an you couldn't go through that, the alien couldn't either, not another loss. Eyes welling up with tears, an idea that would break you came into your head. A sigh came out your lips, cracking which made it harder to breathe. The world didn't need you, it would be okay without you: It couldn't lose the Doctor either, they both needed each other, not you. The world needed the timelord. Making the heartbreaking decision, you dropped your hand and put it over Rose's on the clamp. Her eyes immediately shot towards you, frowning and knowing you were going to help as she struggled for dear life.. A sad internal cry, makes all of you. "It's okay, you're going to be okay Rosie.. Trust me?" Her eyes start to widen in realization, the Doctor starting to look confused and his hearts started to beat painfully in his chest. What was going on? Rose shared a look with you that lasted, "Please don't do this, no- stop it! Don't you dare! no!-" but with great force while trying to be careful, you had her hands tightly onto the clamps you had been held onto, your hands going where hers had been,. on her clamps... Breaths turning shakier and tears spill down your cheeks, you give a look towards the Doctor, eyes showing what you could no longer hide: love, pain, unspoken apologies.,... Tears welling up in his eyes and head shaking as he held on, You smiled sadly at him once more, no longer having the strength to hold. You wish things could have been different, you thought as you fell weightlessly away, like floating on a bed of waterm you felt so light. The Doctor's hearts broke, the tears spilling down his cheeks and pain evident in his eyes as he held on. So badly he wanted to fall so he could be with you.. No, he was the Doctor, he could fix this. He had to, Please... Mouth wording silently 'i love you.' as you looked at him and Rose, especially him one last time , your whole life flashing before your eyes before Mickey caught you on the other side. Being able to let go of the clamps now that they were safe, the Doctor, ran full force right at the barrier, trying to get to you but knowing he couldnt. Hitting the wall with such force from his chest, he groaned from the impact but he didn't stop. He kicked, he punched and he screamed. How dare the universe give him something as wonderful as you after all his life has been,. torturing him with a life that could have been then rip you away from him as if it were some cruel harsh joke? NO, this was a joke it had to be. In the background on the floor with her hands on the flat surface, Rose cried brokenly for you, wishing what she felt was you instead. She had literally ran from everything she had ever known, putting her life literally at the mercy of a two hearted alien with an imposibble travel craft , born from a different planet. It had always been you and her, two human girls from Planet Earth, close in age and relating to much. You two were practically family, No.. you are, ... you two were. Why would you do this? How could you do this? "Please.. don't just.. please, come back to us.. give her back... Dont leave him.. don't leave me.", she choked the words out, her voice cracking and making it hard to speak from the pain in her voice, vision blurring from the steam of tears. By this point, the Doctor's hands were bloody, knuckles bruised and scabbed, the blood showing on the clear white wall seperating them and you from each other. "THIS. IS. NOT. FAIR! I won't accept this.. you give her back to me Universe. YOU GIVE HER BACK TO ME RIGHT NOW DAMN IT...", he hits the wall, taking deep breaths as tears fall down his cheeks. Stupid timelord: Opening your hearts to a human girl who you would have lost at some point anyway. Did you really expect to have her forever. If only you had admitted your feelings sooner, perhaps things could have went differently. "please.. you promised me always and forever. We swore that to each other: You, Me and Rose. through the glories and madness of everything together, it was us three. Come back to me, please.. i can't lose you.. i-", he crumples to the floor, leaning his head against the wall and hand to, looking where his hand and the wall met, wishing he was with you. Perhaps it wouldnt be so bad. Of all people he had to hopelessly, crazily and madly, head and hearts and soul over heels, irrevocably stolen by you: You had such an effect on him and now you would never k know. Know how much he loves you, how much he cares, how he wishes he could have kept you for his own: A rare coveted treasure that not even he felt he deserved but felt lucky to be in the life of. "Please.. please don't leave me.. Everyone i ever lost, my planet, my people and my home. All the horrors i have seen, you were my sunlight through all this darkness. You saw good in me when all i saw was darkness. You were my sun, my light. You were my conscious and my sounding board. You saw the deepest vulnerable parts of me and in you: i developed the courage to finally start to heal on my own for myself. You always got under my skin, branding us as one.. I wish we could have been. I.." he takes a deep breath, unaware you were on the other side, your hand where his was. "I love you.. I love you so much and it's killing me. This is hurting me so bad inside and i hate it. I don't want to feel anything. If i had never met you, i know i never needed you in my life but its been happier since you been in it. My hearts living and walking, breathing and being outside this old body. You never gave up on me or abandoned me. YOu gave me a chance when you could have ran a w a y instead. I love you, i love you with everything that makes me, me. My hearts have been stolen as they have been waiting for you long before i ever met you and since knowing you, that will never change. I am and will forever be yours." Why did the Universe have to be so cruel? Why give you?/Why give him if it was just going to be lost? People shouldnt have to be happy BECAUSE they would be sad later on. Call it cheesy or whatever but there shouldn't be sadness or pain at all: Why couldn't there just be good? Of course, rational thoughts and sense rule out in the end: There must always be a balance. As the Doctor opened the floodgates of everything he felt for you, Rose realized painfully in the background why you did it which the Doctor included in what he said: YOu sacrificed yourself for her because you thought she was more deserving to have stayed, that he loved her and not you, that the world would be better off, ; That was so far from the truth that it wasn't even an idea to be entertained. At the same time on your end in Pete's world, Jackie and Pete Tyler as well as Mickey Smith watched as you broke before them, sad in their own ways of losing Rose, the home they always known for a parallel one and for you, unable to help. You however didn't fight against the wall, trying to get back to the man you love literally a world apart. You just lied sideways against the wall, hand where the Doctor's was, crying brokenly as your body wracked in shakes. "I only ever imagined what my life could have been if i never met you.. I wouldn't have found so many beautiful friendships, i wouldn't have fallen completely in love with you: I wouldn't have seen everything this universe has to offer. I wouldn't hold all the wonderful memories i only have left but to cherish now. I love you.. I wish i had been strong enough to tell you.. I'm so sorry, but you couldn't lose her. You two needed each other but you'll be okay, we all have to be." You fought to get the words out: Your heart, your soul, your brain, the feelings in your fists and your legs to fight through this pain and say NO it wouldn't control you or your life, You will have that life with the man you love that you both deserve... However, trying to open a gap once more would only have disastrous consequences and you were far from selfish. You should have been in this. "Thank for the beautiful memories. Thank you for bringing such love and life to one that had been lacking it for years: You brought me out of that pain, that brokeness, that darkness and showed me how amazing life can be. A great way to live your life for yourself, to be as brave and smart and fierce to make your own legacy, your own destiny. To take life by the reigns and fight for yourself, to fight for those who can't protect themselves. Thank you for giving me you: I wish things could have been different." You weren't going to ramble on and on what was obvious as you cried your heart out for a person that you would never see or hear from again. Mickey slowly wrapped his arms around you, encircling you in his embrace, giving you comfort and warmth. You turned your head to bury it in his chest as you held him tightly by the shoulders with your arms in between his, sobs racking through your body as he rubbed your back. He didn't care that you fought against him, that you cried and got his clothing wet, didn't care that you held him so tight that it could hurt. He was hurting too. Rose's family was suffering. "I'm here, i promise.. Things are going to be okay, i'm here. I'm not going anywhere." You heard the words, also like a timelord? Not wanting to feel anything. You cried yourself hoarse until you couldn't produce more tears for that moment, "I love him Mickey.. I know it wasn't a smart idea with how he lives his life and i wouldn't be around forever but he didn't make it easy. Nothing was ever easy but it was worth every second. He is worth fighting for.. how can i even begin to let go." Being helped to your feet, your made to look at Mickey as he wiped your tears, Jackie joining him to smile sadly at you, taking your hand, "Together.. We'll help each other sweetheart.', Pain in your body was intense, making it breathe, You bit your lower lip as you nodded at them, at Pete behind them. Turning to look at the wall which seperated you from all that you ever known, vision went blurry from the tears that fell. Loving him was a losing game, wasn't it? Carrying the broken pieces to a new home you'd have to make, You could only hope that you and your broken heart would get stronger as time would heal the wounds. Meanwhile with the Doctor, he and Rose slowly left though ofc considering the feelings, it was impossibly hard too. Should have known, human girl and timeless child: It was a death sentence, the nails to a coffin or two when you two decided to give all you two had to give, nothing held back for each other. Stupid boy and girl, you should have known that broken hearts could be left from this. Losing pieces, trying to find a new home, afraid of whats to come, Loving each other was a losing game. Perhaps if love really was true, you two could find your way back to each other again because no matter the directions, the courses, the destination is always the same no matter how you get there and by the way of fighting for each other, you two could be what you both should have been.

#my doctor who fics #doctor who fics #tenth doctor #the doctor #rose tyler #doctor who: doomsday #doctor who #dw #doctor who: the one that got away #this hurts my heart #ngl i got sad writing it #but i hope anyone enjoys

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lemonietrinket · 5 years ago

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Jae’s Divine Intervention ||| Wonpil x Reader, Jae & Reader

Summary: Jae finds out about your crush on Wonpil and naturally takes the mick out of you. And when you get to play detective, you find out he’s perhaps more supportive than you would normally imagine. Genre: Humour, fluff [if you guys dont find this funny then i... its just me] Warning(s): Some cursing all done in jest (2x sh*t) Word Count: 7735 Theme Song: Tonight - The Solutions; Dive - iKON; Hold - Winner AN: A request from anon, hope you enjoy! I’m sorry it took a while, it’s a lot longer than I usually write tho so I hope that makes up for it gender neutral reader

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“Wonpil?!”

“Jae, I swear to christ—”

“Wonpil?!” Jae’s voice was rising in pitch by the second, a look of astounded horror on his face.

“Yes, Wonpil, what’s so—”

“Our keys? The snake? Our snake that plays the keys?”

“Really, you’re still using that? That’s like, three years old Jae—”

“You—you took one look at the pink sweater and went hmmm, yes, this is the hot stuff, real sexy—”

“Jae!”

“—any man that wears this I will date him on the spot—!”

“Jae!”

The man cackled, leaning right back into his gaming chair with his head tipped over the side. “Oh my god this is just...!”

You pressed your tongue to your cheek, waiting for the grown man to gather himself up. Though, knowing Jae, it could well take a while. “You finished?”

He swung back, elbows coming to his knees with his eyes incredulous. “Kim Wonpil?”

“Yes.”

“Not Brian?”

“Why would it be Brian?”

He inhaled through his teeth, tutting. “It’s always Brian. And then, of course, yours truly.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “I regret ever talking to you.”

He sat back, sending you a smirk. “Nahh, you would never regret me.”

“Can we just go back to discussing like, dinner tonight?” you glanced distastefully around at his room, taking note of the pile of laundry abandoned by his wardrobe. “Like I came into your lair for in the first place?”

“Hey, easy there—!”

“Honestly Sungjin would have a fit if he comes in here,” you announced, a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Well it’s a good job he isn’t coming in here.” Jae easily met your stare, pursing his lips, knowing full well that starting a battle with him would be the hardest you could try to win in the dorm. You backed down, but didn’t shy away from his stare as he pressed his fingertips together, taking on the role of a faux mastermind, “But no, dinner can wait, because this—this—is much more intriguing.”

Taking in the nod of his head, and the smug grin on his features, you realised that you weren’t going to escape as you’d hoped. Might as well be comfortable.

“Now,” he began once you took a seat on his bed, flicking a rogue sock to the floor, “start from the beginning. When did you realise that you were hopelessly in love with this, Mr Kim.”

“Since when was this an interrogation?” you interjected. “Also I am not ‘hopelessly in love’!”

“Infatuated?”

“No!”

“Lovesick?”

“Not a bit!”

“Helplessly inclined on the edge of your seat to hang upon his every little word?”

You didn’t even answer him that time and merely glared at him.

He nodded pensively, patting a finger against his chin as he murmured, “In denial, interesting...”

“What?!”

He changed tact. “Do you not know the exact time for your realisation for your deep feelings?”

“Even if I did I wouldn’t tell you,” you sulked, folding your arms crossly. He let out a quiet ‘aww’, which you ignored to the best of your capacity. “What has gotten into you?”

“I’m just trying to work out if you are,” he cleared his throat, “fit for my closest colleague and good friend. After all, we’ve been through so much, I wouldn’t want any harm to come to him—”

There were many things wrong to his wistful, jesting sentence, but there was one thing that you had to refute: “Last week you told Sungjin you would sell Pillie out for half a churro.”

His smart mouth stopped for a few seconds, and you figured briefly that you’d perhaps won and could leave. Alas, you were mistaken.

“Refers to Mr Kim as ‘Pillie’, indicating a very special degree of endearment, interesting...”

You groaned, falling back onto the rest of the mattress, asking the world what you’d done to deserve this.

Truth be told, Jae wasn’t worried for his bandmate or you in the slightest. Hearing your accidental slip of your feelings, everything seemed to come together at once and fit like two missing jigsaw pieces. You both had traits that accentuated the other, and you got along so well. If you two got together, he discerned, there would be few power couples that could compete.

He didn’t understand shipping culture, but this was perhaps his one exception. It just made sense! His soft charms next to your harder ones, your sense next to his sunny optimism, the both of you still sharing much in common.

“Six months,” you suddenly admitted.

“Hmm?”

“My, you do delight in my torment,” you grumbled before shooting him a look that softened as you continued, the memory trickling to the surface and making it impossible for you to not smile. “I’ve liked him for six months. It hit me when he fell asleep on my shoulder on our trip up to Incheon.”

One of those shared things being bouts of shyness.

He decided in that moment that it was time for some divine intervention.

“That’s a long time ago,” he mentioned, “and you haven’t done anything about it?”

“How could I?” you countered, though it was more sad than feisty. “How do I confess to the gentlest, happiest soul? How am I supposed to even know if he likes me back? He’s cuddly with everyone, you know.”

One glance at your crestfallen eyes that shone through your little chuckle lit a spark in his head.

“Don’t you worry, Y/N. God works in mysterious ways,” he reassured, sending you a wink.

And so began the grand unravelling of The Great Jae’s plan.

Step 1: Establish if the Feelings are Mutual

The first step, as Jae understood it, was crucial—nothing else could be done until he knew if the keyboardist also had a whopping crush on his friend. And they had made some fair points about how hard it would be to calculate whether Wonpil was just being friendly affectionate or more than that.

So, to get the answer cleanly without collateral, Jae concocted a plan so cunning he could put a tail on it and call it a weasel.

The next day, Jae slipped into the practice room, after locating his whereabouts through a super secret and effective method dubbed as ‘asking Sungjin’. He strode up to the keyboard set where the younger was staring intently at one of the keys, swiftly adopting a confident stance—he would not be swayed by any sneak attacks, and especially not attempted deflections with puppy eyes: a weapon he knew his bandmate was highly proficient in.

Hearing him mumbling about whether they should invent a H note, Jae made the choice to enact Step 1, taking advantage of the possible surprise characteristic.

“Wonpil, do you like Y/N?”

Peering up with his classic bright smile, Wonpil answered him swiftly, “Yeah!”

Jae frowned, the response seeming too quick. He had to comprehend it as a misunderstanding of his question. He pressed the charge. “Well, yeah, I figured you liked them, but I meant it as in more of a—”

“I know how you meant it, hyung,” he looked back at the keys, testing a C tentatively.

“Oh.” Jae was surprised to say the least. “How did you...?”

“I’ve been waiting for one of you to ask me,” he explained poutily, “you always seemed to tease me about it when I didn’t have someone, and then as soon as I actually fell, not a peep.”

Jae had to admit that the entire exchange had caught him off guard, as he became distinctly aware of how slowly the cogs were turning in his head. “You were... waiting?”

He nodded urgently at the sound board, twisting a dial as he held his ear closer to the instrument.

“You know the sound isn’t on right?”

“The key is squeaky.”

“Oh.”

“Of course I was waiting,” Wonpil replied simply, taking a simpering pause, “aren’t you going to ask me?”

Jae watched as the younger suddenly sat up and swung himself to look at the legs of his keyboard stand, giving them a good wobble. There was no doubt a squeak then.

“Ask what, about what you like about them?” he suggested, not really sure himself.

“Finally!” The younger threw himself back out from underneath the instrument. “Everything, hyung, I think I’m actually in love! Their laugh, their kindness, their eyes, their jokes—I feel like I’m going to burst whenever I see them, like into just, laughter, I can’t stop smiling, I just want to hug them and kiss their nose...” When he knocked his head back up to him, his smile was even brighter, his cheeks lightly blushed. “Is this what Younghyun-hyung means when he says that love hurts?”

Jae was more than happy to hear proof—it meant Step 1 was a success after all—but hearing the sap did mean he had to hide his grimace. But now he was presented with a more severe problem, as he knew full well that wasn’t what the bassist, who could dip into the realms of emo territory, meant at all by that phrase.

It didn’t mean he was going to explain it. Especially seeing those eyes brimming with adoration for his closest friend—he cursed at himself giving into the puppy eyes after all.

“Yeah, probably,” he answered vaguely, opting to change the subject, “well, I’d better be off, thanks!”

“Hey, hyung, where do you think you’re going?” Wonpil called after him as he attempted to make a tactical retreat, having gathered the information he needed.

Jae turned around, lying through his teeth as his brain searched for an excuse. “I... well, I need to go and do...”

“Without wishing me good luck on fixing my keyboard stand?” he enquired, pouting childishly from the other side of the room.

“Good luck...?”

“Ok, you can go!” he announced, sending a wave. “Bye!”

And with that, Jae exited the practice room, frowning at his reflection in the glass of the window as he passed through. Wonpil was strange sometimes, that was for sure.

It didn’t matter in the long run though, it was going to be your problem soon rather than his—a thought that elicited a snicker from him—and with Step 1 complete, he could proceed to Step 2.

Step 2: Create the Confession Arrangement

Jae had figured that the third step would have required the most work, but he had be drastically wrong. He’d presumed coming up with the perfect scenario for a confession would have been easy, but once he’d sat down in the living room to think in peace, an hour later he found himself lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, without a single idea in his head.

Chasing the tails of all the ideas that taunted him and skipped just out of reach every time in his head, he barely heard the sound of someone else entering the fray. And he would have continued to have done, had the newcomer not come to stand beside him and peered over his sprawled body.

“Hyung, are you ok?”

The deep voice snapped his eyes from where they were transfixed on the ceiling to the cherubic face of Dowoon, currently in the process of devouring a pretzel.

Jae snorted, still barely comprehending his presence. “Of course.”

The younger tilted his head to see him somewhat the correct way up. “Are you sure? You’re laying on the floor.”

“I am aware, and yes, a hundred percent,” he answered, putting on a confident front as best he could, “this, young padawan, is the sight of a master at work.”

Dowoon hummed in an agreement of sorts, “Oh, right.” He took a deep bite of the sweet dough. “What are you working on?”

Jae finally recognised the notable rustling of a paper packet, his eyes falling to the treat. “I am devising the most wondrous plan the world has seen to—is that my vanilla pretzel?”

“No.”

He said it so quick and devoid of emotion there was no way to tell whether it was a lie or not. Jae was left peering up at the man as he took another bite, who sent him a thumbs up as a form of endorsement. “Right. Well... I am devising a plan that will get Wonpil and Y/N to admit their feelings for one another and finally unite as the planet’s best ship and sail off into the distance together!” A victorious grin on his lips, he looked like a man that had already found success. “I have already completed Step 1 with peak success, now I must move to Step 2 and—”

“What was Step 1?”

“Finding out whether their feelings were mutual, of course!” Jae guffawed, surprised that Dowoon could not connect the two dots.

He peered over to him again to see him frowning as he angled himself to take the final bite of the pretzel. Before he could ask what the matter was, he preempted him, stating, “You didn’t know?”

That caught the eldest off guard. “What?”

“You didn’t know that they both like each other?” he glanced towards him, eyes expectant as he shoved the dough past his lips. “I thought everyone knew.”

“Well, I...” Jae coughed, quickly covering his back, “...there’s a difference between assumption and ascertaining proof, maknae. Now that I have evidence I may move onto Step 2.”

“And that is?”

Jae caught the tone of curiosity this time in the intonation of the man’s deep voice, making note to take advantage of it as soon as possible. “Create the confession arrangement. I must make a scenario where the only possible eventuality is that the two confess to one another their true feelings.”

Dowoon nodded, licking his fingertips free of leftover sugar.

“You wanna help?” he enquired, angling his head to get a better view of his band mate’s features, waiting for the smile to arise.

“Sure.” Discarding the paper bag on the coffee table nearby, he lowered himself to the floor, laying on his back and mimicking his elder.

“Good choice,” Jae clapped, turning his attention back to the ceiling.

“What ideas have you got so far, then?” Dowoon began, drumming his fingers against his stomach as he followed suit.

“Well...” Panic filtered through Jae’s system, as he suddenly realised he didn’t have even the tiniest beginnings of a thread to follow, let alone a part of a suggestion. “We could lock them in a room,” his mouth said before his brain could catch up. He cursed to himself in his head. No, that was stupid. It was so inhumane!

“What, like an escape room scenario?”

Jae’s head immediately tilted towards the man lying beside him. Yoon Dowoon, as things turned out, was a secret genius.

Without warning, he laughed, getting to his feet and grabbing the younger by his hand to pull him up after him. “Yes! Exactly like an escape room!” He held him by the shoulders and asked, “Do you have any ideas for any puzzles? Or riddles? Could be an anagram, or a pattern somehow, maybe general knowledge based?”

Dowoon thought long and hard for a moment, and it showed on his face, his dark eyes going wide as his jaw dropped. “No, but I know where to get the keys to the locks on the doors.”

Their eyes met for a good few seconds as Jae mulled over the decision of whether to bring up how he had obtained such knowledge. He finally rationalised he’d ask at another less frantic time.

“Great!” he exclaimed, before ordering, “You go sort that. I’ll go get some pens and paper. Be quick!”

And so Step 2 was in motion.

Step 3: Organise the Confession Arrangement

“Ok, listen up soldiers,” Jae declared, “because here’s the plan.”

He was stood at the front of the work room beside a board that he’d stolen from the marketing block, proudly displaying a rudimentary plan of the dormitory and accompanied by several haphazard arrows drawn in a dying pen. He overlooked the rest of the room courageously, eyeing up his gang of abductees volunteers, who merely stared at him confusedly in return.

“Why am I here, again?” Sungjin suddenly enquired, glancing around the room. “This surely is one of those Things-We-Don’t-Tell-Sungjin-About things, right? I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to know about this.”

“But none of us do...!” Jae uttered, rolling his palms to encourage the others to catch onto his meaning. They didn’t. “None of us know about it, yeah? Because none of us did it!”

“But that makes no sense,” Sungjin rationalised immediately, “because someone will have had to have set all the puzzles up?”

Jae didn’t have an answer to that. To both a blessing and a curse, however, he didn’t have to reply to that question. He just got another one in its place.

“I’m sorry, wait, what are we even doing?” Younghyun interjected, glaring at the hastily dictated plan with a curled lip.

“Getting Wonpil and Y/N together, we’ve been over this, Brian.”

“Surely they can just... do it themselves though, right?” Sungjin countered, squinting at the header of the board. “It really doesn’t require an all-out, multi-step plan—is this Step 3?”

“Good to see you’re checking the diagram,” Jae retorted.

Younghyun’s voice was incredulous, “How many steps are there?!”

“Four.” It was Dowoon’s turn to interrupt, it seemed, and he piped up fluidly before Jae could try to regain any control upon the late night board meeting.

“What were steps 1 and 2?!”

“Step 2 was inventing this beautiful idea,” Jae started.

Only for Dowoon to finish, “Step 1 was him working out if Wonpil liked Y/N back.”

It was their turn to eye Jae up in disbelief, a chorus erupting:

“You didn’t know?!”

“How can you’ve not known?!”

“All he does is pine after them...!”

“Alright alright!” Jae called, pleading for the three to settle. To his fortune they did, but most likely only out of the prospective joy of him further making a fool of himself. “The past steps don’t matter, I need your help now to complete Step 3. You will all reap the benefits of Step 4, when this is all a success because—as you said—all Wonpil does is pine after Y/N. This,” he pointed assertively to the diagram, “will put a stop to all that!”

Silence settled over the room as the three all glanced at each other, all nodding in some form in agreement.

Jae took the chance and continued, his hand laying out the directions on the board as he spoke, “So, all we have to is move Wonpil to Y/N’s room, and set up the puzzles in there. Sungjin, Dowoon, you’re on set-up, Brian you’re on lift duty. It is all objectively simple, but one wrong move could wake either of them up thus exposing the entire ploy and I’ve yet to come up with an excuse so you’ll be on your own.”

“Of course,” Younghyun muttered, not even bothering to look Jae in the eye to convey the sense of how done he was.

“You’re not helping?” Dowoon piped up, his soft features portraying a slight hue of hurt.

“I can’t, Y/N already expects me. If I’m caught then there’s zero opportunity of a follow up plan—at least one that features me,” Jae explained, ignoring the mumbles of ‘perhaps it would be better that way’ that echoed around the room. He shot a look to the one he suspected the most of being the owner of said grumblings, watching as he leant back in his chair.

“Can this not at least wait ‘til tomorrow?” Younghyun requested, emphasising his point with a yawn.

“No! Y/N is out Saturday, and regardless we must strike while the iron is hot!”

This sent the energy of the room from benevolent boredom to startled flurry.

“It’s happening right now?!” The leader desperately looked to the eldest for reassurance that this was most certainly not the case, only to find none.

“Yep,” he stated, a shrug on his shoulders and a smirk on his lips. “Once you’re done, you make sure you leave no trace of yourselves and lock the door. Leave the key on the living room table and then you may return to your own rooms and do what you wish—as long as there is no noise. If their sleep is interrupted, the plan could quickly go south,” he finished with a clap, “now, positions everyone! And good luck!”

With only a few groans, the three practically sprung into action, much to Jae’s surprise. Dowoon piled up the props and prompts riddled with such in his arms, Sungjin holding the door for him and Younghyun who both head out in quick succession.

“Thank you, Sungjin,” Jae called to the door. He received an expression of many emotions—disdain, disbelief, bemusement—all around a set of very bright eyes. He exhaled abruptly in what was a laugh that demonstrated that mixture, before leaving with the shake of his head.

It was showtime.

You awoke gradually to the sun streaming through the wide gap between the curtains. Groaning, you cursed to yourself about how you’d forgotten to close them the night before.

After admitting that if you wanted to go back to sleep or even just lay in your bed in peace for a bit longer the curtains would have to close, you sat up, only to swear you had shut them the night before.

Rolling out of the covers dozily, you hobbled over to the window, squinting against the light, where upon the curtain tie you found a piece of paper dictating a series of hand-drawn triangles in shades of pink, grey and white. Rubbing your eyes you tried to detach it, only to find it secured with string.

Feeling confusion flush through your bones as quickly as the sleep left them, you looked across the room to see another sheet of thin card this time, roughly torn at the corner and branded with a giant, rounded, crimson splodge adorned with a malformed triangle of green.

Both thoughtless and speechless in entirety, your eyes frantically searched the room for further signs of intrusion. To your disturbance you found your room littered with rudimentary placards, decorated with strange arrows directing to one another, or strange looped calligraphy. One was stuck crudely to a Star Wars shopping bag, and as much as you enjoyed The Rise of Skywalker, you definitely did not have a bag for it. Another was blatantly an anagram. Making the mistake of looking up you were confronted with a gigantic poster of a film with the title and cast heading covered by MS Paint swirls. The image depicted seemed familiar, but it didn’t make their staring faces any less intimidating as they glared at you from your ceiling. It was as if you’d walked into a nightmare that was haunted by puzzless.

“What the actual, ever loving f—” Your voice cut off as soon as your gaze finally rested back upon your bed. Only to find someone else in it.

Thoroughly creeped out, your brain ricocheting through thoughts and questions like they were caught in a hurricane—who is that, how long have they been there, they were sleeping right next to me, they snuck into my room, is it a sasaeng, did they do anything—you were ready to charge towards the door and yell your lungs out for help.

Until the figure shifted in their sleep, their arms thrown up cutely by their head which peaked out from behind the duvet. It was Wonpil.

Breath catching in your throat, your hand clasped itself to your mouth in an effort to not shriek in surprise more than anything.

You’d shared your bed with Wonpil. He’d been right beside you, his beautiful face just inches from yours, sleeping peacefully with his hands sweetly gripping the covers and his adorable little snores—

Your heart lurched at the image your mind conjured, for it to then crash over the fact that he had the audacity to sneak into your room. The conundrum before you left you in turmoil—you couldn’t believe that you’d fallen so hard for a man who would break into your room in the middle of the night and disregard your privacy so blazonly.

It didn’t make any sense. You’d known Wonpil for a while, and he showed so much respect the entirety of that time. Yes, he was clingy, but you could think of multiple occasions where you had told him to back off and give you space, because you were stressed or angry with someone else or even just too hot to let him lay on your shoulder, and every time he did. You couldn’t think of a single time when he came into your room without knocking either.

But was that enough to discount the ‘first time for everything’ rule?

Given the circumstances, perhaps it was.

Regarding the mess of your room again, it was plausible that Wonpil could have put up some of the weird pieces of card, but he couldn’t have done it all—not without help at least. Taking in the height of your ceiling, he was too short to reach it. Had someone stood on your bed you would have woken up, there was no doubt about it, and you didn’t have a desk in your room, so there was no chairs to stand on. The nearest ones were in the others’ rooms, but it seemed too far of a stretch—especially since you knew that there was one person that could reach.

Jae.

You glared in disdain at the corner of your room as if you were on The Office, until you remembered that you weren’t alone in the room.

Taking a deep breath you silently made your way across your rug to the side of your bed. Kneeling in the soft cotton you took in the sight of Wonpil closer this time, resisting the urge to stroke his soft cheek that he’d puffed out as he pouted in his sleep. Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before he woke.

“This wasn’t you, was it,” you murmured to him, taking gentle delight in how he wriggled towards you in his sleep at the distant sound of your voice. He looked so sweet, and the concept of being able to wake up to him beside you every morning made heat rush to your cheeks like a tsunami.

He was so good at making you smile, he could do it without even trying. The thought reminded you of when he had gone out of his way to somewhat try to, making you his chosen target for the only ‘prank’ he’d ever performed. He’d decided that he would for his prank debut place tiny plastic dinosaurs around the place for you to run into. You’d been bemused, but only for a day, quickly finding him out after catching him placing one in the fridge.

It was fortunate that you’d been reminded of the memory—even if you were primarily focused on how angelically he’d giggled a threadbare excuse that neither of you believed for a second but only made you fall in love further—as it that had been a while ago, and filling your room with strange and distastefully carried out puzzles was not what you figured his prank comeback would be. He would at the very least make them look nice.

“I’m sorry for doubting you,” you whispered, tucking the blanket further to his chin to keep him warm before getting to your feet again. You had to admit, you got a bit of a rush out of playing detective, and with a theory hot on your mind, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you found evidence that proved it.

First you checked the door it discover it locked as you had expected. Then you moved to the puzzles. Staring intently at the placards, you found that they all pointed to someone who was either awful at editing and drawing alike, or had simply done it in haste and didn’t care for the visual outcome. However this was not as concrete as you’d imagined. You definitely couldn’t see it being anyone other than Jae but after checking several puzzles and not seeing a single bad joke or reference in sight, you were beginning to doubt your first impressions.

Hearing the bed creak and a groggy whine muffled by a yawn, you flicked your head away from your wardrobe. There you found Wonpil sat up in a nest of your duvets at his waist, with dishevelled hazel tresses endowing him with faux cat ears or sorts. He was barely awake and hardly functioning, blinking lethargically while he slowly returned to the world of the living.

“Morning,” you greeted with a stutter, clearing your throat sheepishly straight after.

His lips spread cutely into a grin. “Morning...!” he sang.

It took several minutes of you trying to maintain your gaze on the messy art piece that was sleepy Wonpil, before giving up and disappointedly returning to the barely-legible riddle in your hands, for the man to finally speak with up with a frown.

“Wait, why are you in my room?” he enquired, rubbing his nose. “Did you sneak in...?”

“Actually you’re in mine,” you corrected, squinting at the calligraphy so as to let him come to terms with the situation.

His eyes opened in a flash, glancing around the room in astonishment. “Oh my god why am—I’m in yours?!” He gushed with apologies. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t sneak in I promise, I don’t remember coming in here! I don’t understand... did I sleepwalk...?”

“If you did it would be a first,” you stated, chucking the paper to the bin near your closet and staggering to your feet, “it’s ok, Pil, I’m not mad. Besides, I think you were carried.”

“Carried?”

“You always were a heavy sleeper. But that does mean that Younghyun or Dowoon are in on this, which means I don’t understand what this whole thing is,” you explained, glancing up at the ceiling and sighing exasperatedly, “do you recognise that movie?”

Following your line of sight, he jumped at the sudden pair of eyes that he found staring at him. He shook his head. “N-no. Y/N... what’s going on?”

“Apparently the guys decided that for their latest prank they were going to make an escape room of sorts, and then stuck you in here with me for double the fun.”

“But why?”

You shrugged. “I guess they’ll open the door if we figure out all the puzzles of something. Problem is these puzzles are like, stupidly hard.” You pointed over to his right. “Like, why is there a mutant tomato on my wall?”

“Ew,” Wonpil said with a grimace as he beheld the visage of the red splodge.

“I know right. Whichever one of the did it should never consider art school. Like, ever.”

Silence fell over the two of you as your eyebrows knit together, once again thinking over the possible answers to any of the dozens of puzzles. Wonpil meanwhile slipped out of your blankets and headed towards the door.

You had half a mind to call out to him and say it was locked, but you figured he’d already worked that out, so instead you watched him out of curiosity.

He came to the door with a stop, rattled on the door handle once, then twice, before pressing his face close to the wood. “Sungjin!” he wailed, before pressing his ear to it to listen.

For several moments there was complete utter quiet over the room and the dorm outside. The only sound that could be heard was the birds outside, and even they broke into quiet when they heard an unusual absence of chatter.

Then out of the blue Wonpil stiffened in his place, before leaning in even further, his features alert.

After a few seconds you enquired mimicking the quiet, “What is it?”

“I think I just heard someone tell Sungjin that he ‘needed to remain strong’,” Wonpil looked at you quizzically, “what does that mean?”

“Sungjin’s in on it too?” You were hugely surprised by that, so much so that you couldn’t hide it in your voice, the volume tipping out of the realms of a murmur. You’d thought it was a certainty that Sungjin was not aware of what was going on, because he was too mature to play along. But you’d clearly gotten him wrong this time around. “Th-that must mean this is serious,” you continued, slipping into a slow pacing motion across to the window and back, “that it’s super funny, or that he goes to seriously gain something from this.”

“But how is this funny, I’m not laughing...!” Wonpil said with a pout audible on his lips. He wondered if there was a funnier side that he was missing out on due to his concern for you overpowering it. He didn’t like how you stepped back and forth, even if it was only slow and steady and hardly impulsive. He didn’t want you to be stressed, he wanted you to be happy. It dawned on him that it was becoming increasingly harder for him to hold himself back from meeting you part-way and bring you to a stop, his hands brushing your shoulders and squeezing them gently in reassurance as he met your eyes— He shook his head, sending him hurtling out of his imagination just in time to hear you agree.

“Exactly, unless he wrote some of the riddles and his sense of humour was not what I thought it was—what we thought it was.”

“But Sungjin would never use stuff this bad!” he cried, hand motioning to the poorly executed diagrams while his eyes trailed away from you and onto the tomato on the wall. “He would be much more careful than... that—I don’t think he ever could make something that ugly!”

“Exactly!” you echoed his tone of urgency. “Which means he stands to gain! But what the hell does he get out of locking two people in a room with a bunch of evil puzzles?”

Watching your form become gradually tenser by the second, Wonpil’s resolve against his desires loosened before unravelling entirely.

He strode unusually powerfully across the floor, his body blocking you and your pacing in your tracks. His proximity startled you, but as his hands came to gently held your shoulders you realised how tense your body had accidentally become. Taking a deep breath as best you could with the biggest crush you’d ever had standing right in front of you, you slowly began to calm down. It was just a stupid prank, there was really no reason to get worked up to that extent, or anywhere near it.

Your thoughts drifted from the circumstances you were currently trapped in however, supplanted by the feel of Wonpil’s touch, and the way his eyes met yours. His eyes were so pretty you felt yourself sink head over heels in them whenever you accidentally made contact. And the emotion that filled them to the brim at that moment and let them glimmer even more than normal in the radiant sunlight caught you even further off guard. You’d seen it a lot, even in large doses, and how it made him look even softer, even more adorable, made you almost spill words from between your lips. However like this, you could barely handle it.

“Sorry,” you said, willing your voice to remain stable unlike your heartbeat.

“No, don’t be sorry! We’ll get...” It felt like he didn’t want to end his sentence but forced himself to. “So, they’re all in on this?”

His hands fell away from you, just as you looked away from him, unable to catch your breath otherwise. As it turned out it was a lucky move at the right moment. “Yeah, it seems so. N-now why? That’s the question. I don’t know, but what I do know is—”

Having pulled away, you’d begun to walk back to the door, thinking up the words to perhaps call out and talk them into freeing the two of you. Though as you did, your peripheral caught the odd transformation your closet door had done.

After performing a ridiculously overplayed doubletake that would have appeared to any onlookers out of context as fake, you noticed that there was a nearly full-sized image of a deep chestnut archway with the poor illusion (due to the angle) of a small opening inside. Drawing nearer you were able to make out a speckled grate suspended in the right wall of the wooden box.

What the image printed over three sheets of paper was sprung to your head immediately, much alike the jigsaw pieces jumbled in your head slotted together.

It was a confession chamber.

You had to confess, but not to a priest. To Wonpil.

“God works in mysterious ways...” you remembered from the previous day, uttering the words as you replayed them in your mind. “Jae, you shit.”

Wonpil came to your side, peering round to take in your features, searching for an explanation in the sheer beauty he always found there. “What’s wrong?”

“I know how to open the door!” you announced proudly, the sense of victory washing away as you came face to face with what you had to do however.

Wonpil’s characteristic sunny smile rose to his cheeks, all while you sat there barely able to stomach your anxiety. “Yay! What do we have to do?”

You didn’t know how to go about it. You didn’t know whether to tell him, to ramble, to keep it simple, or to just kiss him like you wanted to for however long it had been. “Confess,” was all that tumbled from your mouth, and you immediately regretted speaking at all.

The subject of your affections stood as silently as you did before him. You could see the rush of thoughts in his head, his cheeks flushing as he finally spoke up, “Confess our... sins?”

“Not sins, no...”

It was at that moment you realised your feelings were mutual. He wouldn’t look you in the eye like he always did, he was skipping over the obvious conclusion,and he wasn’t drastically denying a single thing. He didn’t run, nor hide, in fact he leant towards you. It was only a fraction of an angle, but with a small bite of his lip the air fled your lungs.

“Do you...” you breathed, taking a tiniest step towards him—you’d been so close already, but now he was practically against you, just not quite—as your fingers twitched at your sides, “do you want me to do it?”

His nod was strong compared to his voice which was so delicate, as if he couldn’t believe what was unfurling before him. “Please!”

With his encouragement you let those ready fingers ease up to the edge of his jaw, gracing the fine stubble there as you sank you palms against his cheeks and held your dreams in your hands. “Wonpil, I’ve liked you for so long... I fell for you, more than anyone I’ve ever met before. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Don’t say sorry, I didn’t tell you either,” he reminded with a chuckle, his dark eyes bright and shining and wide at you coming ever closer, “and not being near you makes my heart ache so please, just kiss me and make it stop forever.”

You didn’t have to be asked twice.

His hands barely had enough time to snake around your neck as you bridged the gap and let your lips meet at last. And it was like the whole world sighed in relief.

His lips were so warm, the softness etched with all his thoughts and his moments of anxiety and sadness. You wanted to kiss them all away, so that the only ones remained were the ones out of happiness, out of his smiles and playfulness.

It had been so long since you’d began dreaming of this moment, and now it was at last happening you never wanted it to end. But it had to end, and though you felt more than ready to deepen it, there was a click from the door behind you.

Springing away from each other in surprise, you immediately both looked over to the origin of the sound, your hands meeting in place of your lips.

“It worked?” Wonpil asked the air more so than you, his free fingers extending to the handle tentatively.

You drew to him, letting go of his hand to place your own on his shoulders a you peered over them. “I think it did!”

Taking a quick glance at you, he twisted the brass and pulled gently, his jaw dropping as a gap formed.

You were free. Though a small part of you was disappointed, probably completely interested in staying in close proximity to your crush without disturbances for as long as possible.

Except he was no longer your crush! Your heart lurched as the awareness dawned on you. Completely disregarding the situation, you mumbled so only he could hear, “Does this mean you’re my boyfriend?”

Wonpil turned his attention back to you, giggling as he stroked your hair. “Of course dummy. Did I not convince you?” He squished your cheek. “We can do it again if it’ll help!”

You had to laugh, wanting to roll with his suggestion entirely, though seeing a shadow approach through the gap in the doorway you had to turn the offer down for now. “Real soon I promise!” After noting his pout that very nearly overwrote your decision in one fell swoop, you continued, “Not when the person who organised this is right outside.”

Your boyfriend threw his head over his shoulder to see a head duck out of sight. You watched as his eyes swept the room before falling intently on the bed—more specifically, the pillows. “Do you want revenge?”

Catching onto his idea and grinning at how childish and petty it would be—in context that the plan had actually worked—you didn’t hesitate, wanting to get a piece of that ‘divine intervention’ that had thrown your morning into disarray when he could have at least warned you. Besides, it wasn’t like you could turn down a man so precious twice. It would be akin to heresy.

Grabbing both pillows you handed one to Wonpil and came to a halt by the ajar door. “Remember, play dirty when it comes to Jae. He deserves it.”

Sporting his characteristic sunny smile, your boyfriend let out what you had to discern was a cackle as he slipped through the door and led the charge. “You don’t have to tell me.”

A thwack resounded through the dorms from just outside your door and you had to stifle a laugh at the scream that followed.

Perhaps Wonpil didn’t need your help as you had admittedly first expected.

But where was the fun in that.

“I’m telling you we could’ve put the movie on the side of her wardrobe!”

“And I’m telling you it wouldn’t have fit!”

“...You’re never lifting me again.”

You gathered your breath after your surprise revenge assault, sending Dowoon and Sungjin an incredulous look as you passed. Clearly not all your deductions had been correct. Oh well, things had still played out correctly, and catching sight of Younghyun bringing your boyfriend into a side hug as he gushed about how you managed to save them both—clearly playing up the drama but hey, who were you to stop him, you had no qualms with being a knight in shining armour—made a proud blush rise to your cheeks.

Coming further into the living room, you intercepted Jae who had returned from your room after clearing everything up all by himself as you’d ordered.

“I still have no idea why you made me do all that!” he protested as soon as he caught your eye. “This had nothing to do with me! It was, hundred percent, Dowoon. Just Dowoon. He got sick and tired of your pining and...”

You folded your arms, expression proving just how much you didn’t believe his bullshit.

“You don’t believe me!” he exclaimed, hands flapping. “What have I done to deserve this! Am I not a good friend? Loyal? Like a brother—”

You sighed, shaking your head as you walked over to him, before slipping your arms quickly around his chest. He was startled by the sudden display of affection, but hugged you back nevertheless. “Of course I don’t,” you chuckled, “but we wouldn’t be friends if I did.”

He scoffed at your words, but tightened his arms around you with a smile. He couldn’t have felt prouder in that moment, especially with Younghyun being dragged by Wonpil out of the room [to head out and fetch groceries?] who was delightedly babbling about how soft his best friend felt to cuddle with for real this time. Sungjin meanwhile rolled his eyes at the exchange, padding away and back to the kitchen.

“Ok this means I can ask what made you work it out.”

You sputtered, though immediately gave in. “The confession chamber on the closet.”

“Ahh that was a good one,” he sighed happily, only to change tact soon after as the realisation sunk in, “wait that wasn’t even mine!” You laughed against him, you head tipping back as he searched the room for the true culprit. “Dowoon was that yours?”

You didn’t hear an answer, though hearing the curse that fell from Jae’s mouth offered enough indication to know that the response was in some shape or form affirmative.

Laughter bubbling away into the air, you slowly pulled yourself away from the friend that had practically become an older brother to you. He let you go smoothly, but before you parted from him fully, you stood on your toes and whispered, “Thank you,” a smile on your face that was almost as bright as the ones Wonpil always received.

He sent you a grin, followed by a wink, as you followed after your new boyfriend. Leaning so he could see round the corner, he laughed quietly at how you subtly shoved the other man out of the way so you could take Wonpil’s side.

His heart swelled as your hands naturally found each other’s, linking as if you’d been together for years. It came with a side of a dull ache, as that was what he wanted for himself too.

He wasn’t dismayed for long however. You now owed him after all, and you were well aware of it.

He couldn’t wait to see what you’d come up with.

~~~

AN: no one can stop me from referencing my own work lmao

also a blackadder reference for anyone who knows!

also in germany there is actually an H note apparently so... fun fact.

Masterlist

#wonpil x reader fluff #wonpil #wonpil day6 #wonpil fluff #platonic jae x reader #jae & reader #day6 x reader #day6 #wonpil oneshot #wonpil x reader request

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skelffricat · 4 years ago

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Good grief, Charlie Brown.

I’ve never owned an electric toothbrush. I’ve never had a dishwasher. I am the dishwasher. I like washing dishes. I never bought an iron. I don’t have a hairdryer. I find it strange that I get advertised these reusable alternatives for things that I never use anyway. Alternatives to cling film. I put another plate over the dish. Alternatives to cotton buds. I use my finger. (Ew, you may say, but surely a finger’s that size to fit in ears and nostrils? Or whatever orifice you please. Wash your hawnds.) Alternatives to cotton wool circles. What? I dont know why these thoughts have come into my head, when I want to write about my youngest child. Really, I’m meant to be working, but an annoying email from my dead daughter’s school sent me down a suicide rabbithole. Perhaps those other thoughts come about as my classic brain avoidance schemes. Like when you hoover instead of doing an essay. Positive procrastination, I used to call it. I wanted to visit some friends last night- a fun thing! but I was feeling all solitary and awkward. I cleaned the bathroom ceiling at first, instead! I had to really talk myself into going to see them. I was looking at my bed and it was saying, “Get into me! and read your book!”

Then I went, and I had a lovely time, of course. I still finished the book I was reading, when I got home at midnight, until three am, making myself ever so tired. I’ve stopped taking the tablets- beta blockers and mirtazapine (more by accident rather than design. They’re still up in the chemist waiting for me. I’m rather disorganised) and so sleep doesn’t come as readily. I have to take deep breaths for ages sometimes, to get over. And I awake in the night hearing things that aren’t there. I heard The Woodcarver calling me, one night, plain and loud as day. Another time, I heard my son knocking my door three times, sharply (or was it a burglar? I said that to someone and they laughed. Burglars don’t knock! Oh, hello there, wake up, I’m robbing you blind!) Bounced out of bed. Heart hammering. Called him. He was fast asleep. Was it her ghost? I don’t believe in ghosts, really. Kind of wish I did. She’d be a mischievous one, no doubt. Is it always 5:57am, when I awake? The same time. Time to find your dead child.

I’m often in the house alone, now. They didn’t want to leave me alone, and there were so many people in the house, for ages. Then all of a sudden, it stopped. And I changed lovers... I changed to the one I’d been in love with for over a year, the one who seemed too young, the one who wasn’t interested. Suddenly he was interested. Well. It wasn’t sudden. It took a few weeks. Seven weeks? The seven week itch? It coincided with when the Scottish lover asked me to stop letting other people come to the house. He wanted me to himself. Which is kind of fair enough, though I knew it wouldn’t last anyway. (People coming to my house, I mean, not the relationship. I really enjoyed having a relationship with him. He is very sweet, funny, intelligent, and kind. The sex was great. He can cook wonderful food and play guitar well. I liked to sing with him. I am ashamed to say I was bothered by his being smaller than me, though. His face tended to itch me, too- he never quite grew a beard long enough to stop that. As he kept shaving it off, not because he couldn’t. That was the first time he kind of annoyed me, though.)

Lockdown doesn’t help, of course. We were all breaking rules in our grief. Covid is cancelled, my mother said. Masks off. Hugs all round. A friend told me you need extra oxytocin when you’re grieving. I was getting plenty of it. Good grief...

Now I am frequently alone, and as my new lover is very busy studying (or perhaps less interested in me again now that he has my attention back? Though his reticence in getting with me stemmed from his concerns about the uneven nature of our interest in each other...) I haven’t seen him all week. I feel myself becoming depressed, and withdrawn, and paranoid, yet I still don't feel particularly sad about my daughter’s death. Which is strange. Isn’t it? Here is the email I received from her school this morning (it had her name and class at the top of the email):

“Good morning

I hope this email finds you all well.

A number of years ago I signed the college up to the campaign against period poverty. I receive and distribute sanitary products to girls, primarily on free school meals, but any who are in need of the products and either can’t afford them or it is difficult to get them. The products are normally distributed by myself, during P.E and games, unfortunately this can’t happen at present.

These products are still available during the school closure. If you wish to avail of them, please contact our school info account (which is only read by one member of office staff) your request will be directed to me and I will contact you directly regarding collection.

These are difficult times for many at present and to quote my favourite supermarket, ‘every little helps’.

Kind regards...”

I was really with her until she quoted Tesco. And said they were her favourite!! Ugh! I mean, it really is a great idea. Though they really should check if the people they are writing about are still capable of bleeding. My heart bleeds....

I replied thus:

“Hello there.

Great idea, but as (my youngest daughter) has died, she won't be needing them any more. I hate Tesco- they ruin many little businesses.

Maybe take me off this mailing list?”

Then I attached one of her seven suicide notes: the one for school. Which I had previously not shown them. I only found it on Christmas Eve. Can I attach it, here? It has no names...

There we are. Is it wrong of me to find her notes amusing? She is so angry, people say. I wonder how much of it is literal, and how much of it is using the school as a big nameless scapegoat. She was funny in the rest of them, too, and very loving. I found them comforting, like a fucked up Christmas present.

Then I started reading articles about suicide, and they were about how we shouldn’t call the people who do it selfish, about how depressed they are, how they need pity, not anger. I’m tired of the pity (though I’m not the suicidal one). I’m not producing enough sadness from myself when people pity me, either. Where is my sadness? Am I too acceptant of it all? We are all going to die. Is suicide like a C-section? Is it cheating death, like I thought my Caesareans cheated birth? Is suicide self euthanasia? Why do I not miss my daughter more? Is it because she had already left? Was she released, happy, free as a bird, swooping away on an Awfully Big Adventure? Trapezing her way into the æther? I googled to see if I could find any positive reactions to suicide. Is this my nature, to try and find the good in everything? To try and make light of the horrific? Is everything a joke to me?

I found this blog post, from Andreas Moser.

I love it. Am I trying to take the blame away from myself? The NHS? The school? Should I be reeling and railing against the systems that let my daughter get into that state? Why am I instead trying to find ways to applaud her behaviour, accept it, even enjoy it?! When I read his words, “I admire their courage (because logical as it may be, it’s not easy) and the determination to make the ultimate decision in life oneself.” I felt a strange sensation of relief, that someone else could think those things. I had been thinking them, but trying not to, because it seemed like such an awful thing to think. But then I think, why does anyone else have to be to blame? It was her decision.

The book I was rereading is called Life After Life, by Kate Atkinson. It’s my favourite book, I have decided, for now. Do favourites stay favourites? I was looking at my old Couchsurfing Profile today (because of Andreas’ blog- he, as a hippy hermit, is, of course, on Couchsurfing). One needs to update these every so often. Explain that you have watched another film in the last twenty years, that there is one less sofa in your living room, one less child on your earth. Even though no-one is allowed to move around, really. No visiting. No exploring. Perhaps she killed herself to escape the boredom.

In Life After Life, the main character, Ursula, lives again and again. (I forgot that to live again and again, she had to die again and again. It's a very sad and graphic book, spanning two wars- read it. It is, ultimately, uplifting.) I wanted to read it again to make my daughter live again, and again. We need to write her alive. Show her drawings and paintings. Listen to her songs (they're hilarious). Read her poems. Admire her photographs. Tell the stories of her antics.

I know that really she was actually depressed and withdrawn. I know it isn’t a glorious escape. That her wee head was broken, and that sometimes it’s just easier to say, it was unfixable, she was determined, this is what she wanted, than to contemplate it as my (or anyone else’s) failure to help her. I know that she used to be confident and gregarious. She would have danced in front of people, inspiring others. She was always upside-down, tumbling, twirling, cartwheeling. She had a dry, cheeky wit, and rather an amusing obsession with poo and wee. She was kind, and wise. She liked to bake vegan treats. She could draw, and paint, and sing so beautifully. She played the ukelele, but by then she was hiding away. She had started to write poems- songs? She wouldn’t show us them. We had to beg her to perform on the trapeze for her Granny’s eightieth, in July. She did so, beautifully, but you could tell she hated the attention. Four months later, she hanged herself on it.

Had we all withdrawn into ourselves, this 2020? Was there really nothing else to do? Yet I remember the start of Lockdown seeming idyllic. All that free time, all that sunshine. Was I just trying to convince myself, as usual? The only people we saw were the Woodcarver and the neighbours. She taught the wee boy next door to ride his unicycle. When she died, he brought in a picture he had drawn, of them on their unicycles, she as an angel above herself, a rainbow arcing over the three figures. His sadness affected me. I felt like I could only be sad through other people. Where is my sadness? Where is my grief? Good grief, bad grief, no grief? Alternatives to grief.

#teenagesuicide #goodgrief #badgrief

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deniigi · 5 years ago

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I had a really bad day (I wont say why because I wouldnt want you to feel like I'm guilting you into anything) and I was wondering if maybe you had a dfv/lfv or inimitable verse drabble you havent put up or one on here you really like you could point me to (navigation is hard on mobile) or even just some like hcs. If not its totally ok! You dont owe me anything. But I thought I'd ask and see if that's ok.

Oh no!

Sorry that you had a rough day my dear. I don’t have much in the works for those verses right now (I’ve been hammering my head against a wall, trying to write out a piece exploring Gwen and Murderdock’s relationship–it’s not working tho, so I’m stopping). Of course any of the Clint-based pieces are fun in those verses if you need a pick me up, but I am equally fond of Chapter 13 of Sidebars.

But! If you don’t mind a little piece from Lying by Omission/The Sprawl I’ve got cute little bit of Jack and Ben going out to dinner with Matt and Peter?

I’ll put it under the cut if you’re down

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“Dad, let’s go out to eat.”

Jack didn’t trust that. Jack had been scarred by the durian. Permanently scarred. He was never coming back from the durian. He was etching a durian with a big ‘X’ through it into the top of his next coffin for future archaeologists to find and have absolutely no questions about.

Matt, sensing that he was presently not receiving the amount of attention that he could be receiving, oozed out of the kitchen and draped himself over the back of the couch, right behind Jack’s shoulders. Jack glanced to the side and noted that he was wearing shoes.

He wasn’t chancing it.

“No shoes on the couch,” he said.

“It’s my couch,” Matt hummed, already migrating over to the couch’s arm, no doubt to burrow his way under Jack’s own arm.

“It’s a couch.”

“My couch,” Matt hummed, plucking Jack’s phone out of his hand and tossing it callously to the other side of said couch. He then executed the burrow and wriggled himself over so that he was the sole occupant of Jack’s lap. He waited, as sweet as could be, until he had Jack’s more or less undivided attention.

The kid was heavy. Jack couldn’t tell if he knew just how heavy he was.

He suspected that he was more than aware of it.

Matt beamed at him. He did not pull his shoed feet over the couch’s arm.

A sign of obedience. Or perhaps a buttering-up technique.

Tricky, tricky.

“Why do we need to go out to eat? What’s wrong with what’s in the fridge?” Jack asked Matt’s untrustworthy grin.

It faded a little because there was a pout which needed doing.

“I’m tired of eating potatoes,” Matt huffed.

“Take it back,” Jack scolded him. “I won’t hear any raggin’ on tatties in this household.”

“I want rice.”

“I’ll make you rice, Matty.”

“I don’t want your rice.”

Picky little shit. Just like his mother. She’d been the type to refuse a peanut butter and jelly sandwich if the slop wasn’t equally distributed.

Jack’s rice was perfectly fine. It even had bits of onion in it. If he was feeling real fancy, he might even cook it in broth or something.

“Fine, so make rice yourself,” he said. Matt squirmed up and wrapped arms around Jack’s neck. He put his cheek against it and immediately made the skin there it itch.

“You need a shave,” Jack huffed, reaching back for his phone. Vanessa was doing battle with her replacement: Bella the cat. She was giving their zombie group the play by play of the her and the cat’s opposing campaigns to win Wade’s favor. Thus far, Bella had broken a plate and gotten scratchies and kisses for it. Vanessa was outraged.

It was an outrage to behold.

“Daddy.”

Not this again. This was no reason to bring out the big guns.

“Get your shoes,” Matt whined.

“Baby, you can go out. I’m not stopping you from going out. No one is stopping you from going out, god help us,” Jack told him.

Matt abandoned his neck, stretched out, quick as a whip, and snatched the phone on the other cushion. He crammed it into his shirt and then replaced himself and his face-broom against Jack’s pulse point.

Yeah.

Yeah, Jack didn’t know what he’d expected to happen here.

“Matt,” he warned.

“Dinner.”

“The last time we went to dinner, you broke my heart, soul, and trust.”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, right. ”

“I won’t,” Matt promised, pulling back to add puppy eyes to the mix.

That was unfair. Uncalled for. Totally underhanded.

“Why don’t you go out with Foggy?” Jack tried as a last-ditch effort.

“Because I want to go out with you,” Matt emphasized. “My pops. My old man. We gotta bond. It’ll make me more well-adjusted. The internet says so.”

Jack was confiscating the internet. The internet was a know-it-all snitch.

“DAD.”

“Fine, for fuck’s sake, boy. Get off, you’re drowning me here.”

Jack would go out to dinner on one condition.

Two conditions actually.

1) There was to be no durian. Anywhere. At all.

2) He got to bring moral support.

Matt was more than cool with that because it meant that he could replace the durian with another creative element which would equally torture Jack.

So Jack asked Ben Parker to come along. Parker was sharp as a tack. Compared to Jack, he was a man of the world. A reasonable and sensitive body with respect for his fellow humans. He promised to help Jack identify potential threats to his person flung his way by his uncaring and mischievous son.

Unfortunately, to that end, Matt insisted that they take Ben’s nephew, Peter, out with them too.

Jack knew from the start that this was Matt inserting his chaos element into what might otherwise be a perfectly tolerable and uneventful night out. But he also held out hope that Peter would be the sweet, kind-hearted boy he appeared to be.

It really was too much to ask for.

Peter latched his whole body onto Matt within seconds of their two parties meeting up and the two of them immediately set to whispering which bode poorly for everyone else involved.

“I believe we may have made a mistake,” Ben observed, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin.

Matt wanted rice and Peter wanted something sour enough to leave ulcers in his mouth, so the two of them decided that Thai food would achieve both of these effects. Jack was suspicious. Ben told him that Thai food was very tasty and he had little reason to fear, except.

Except.

“Peter hates durian, it’s fine, he won’t be setting up any conspiracies around it,” Ben promised him.

Mm.

They’d see about that.

Foggy had said something similar when he and Matt had dragged Jack out for Filipino food.

Jack was pretty sure that Peter just wanted a lime. He was 90% sure that all Peter’s cravings could be satisfied with a lime right now.

Matt, however, in an unlikely turn of events, convinced him that he should get food-substances to accompany his burning desire for limes. Peter grumbled at this and deferred to his uncle for support in the face of this logic.

Chaos element, located.

“Pick a carb,” Ben directed.

“Sugar is a carb,” Peter argued.

“Pick a carb in a less refined form,” Ben countered easily.

“If it’s raw sugar, it—”

“Veg, noodles, or rice,” Ben offered him.

Peter scowled.

“You said a carb,” he pouted. “I want sugar.”

“I have good news for you, sweet child of mine,” Ben said fondly. “There is sugar in everything served in the United States of America. You will have your sugar. Pick its structure: veg, noodles, or rice.”

Ben made Jack feel like a shit dad sometimes. Although, to be fair, Jack hadn’t been a dad as long as Ben had.

Peter, outwitted and bitter about it, agitated Matt to help him.

Matt saw no need for that.

“You’re gonna be hungry in an hour and then you’re gonna whine about it,” he declared.

Peter scowled at him and then turned his lethal puppy eyes onto Jack. Jack set up a menu between the two of them because he was not strong enough to cope with that.

Peter whined behind it.

Things were going too smoothly for too long. Jack did not trust the decent behavior happening at this table. Ben got a kick out of his paranoia, which was great because someone needed to.

“What are you hiding?” Jack asked Matt. Matt scoffed.

“Chill, old man,” he said. “We’re literally just having dinner. Maybe try to have a good time, huh?”

No.

Something evil was afoot.

Peter snickered. Matt swatted at him; he easily dodged the hand.

Trouble.

Dinner was eaten and paid for and Jack eventually gave up and settled down. Begrudgingly, he had to admit that Matt was right. Thai food was nice. No incidents had occurred. There was no durian. Ben and Peter made for good conversation, even if everything led back to Peter’s obsession with sci-fi films.

Ben told him that if he kept mentioning them, the aliens would hear him and his name would start to move up higher up on their list of potential captures.

The kid was horrified.

Matt helpfully started counting off the number of times Peter had mentioned aliens in the last week and Peter had briefly looked like he was going to cry.

“Is your wife not going to hear of this?” Jack asked Ben as they walked after the trouble duo who had determined that they were finding dessert at a different location. They seemed to know what they were after, so Jack and Ben left them to it.

“Oh, she will,” Ben said.

“And you don’t mind?”

“She encourages it. She’s convinced him that if you leave a tv on static, aliens can pick up on your watch history.”

Interesting parenting techniques going on here.

Ben laughed.

“Well, I guess we just figure that if you’ve got a weird kid, it’s easier on everyone if you just lean into it. My brother probably wouldn’t be so down with it, but he’s not here, so whatever.”

Ah, right.

“Peter’s your brother’s son, then,” Jack noted.

Ben hummed.

“I…guess,” he said uneasily. “I—it’s hard to explain. I mean, biologically, yeah he’s Rich’s son. But, you know, me and May’ve raised him for longer than Rich and Mary were ever in his life, so, I dunno. Is it fucked up that I kind of think of him as my son?”

No. Not at all.

“My eldest brother pretty much raised me,” Jack told him. “My mama couldn’t be assed to do anything more than scream at the drop of a hat and my daddy was busy drinking himself to death, so Bill was the one who got me up and dressed and off to school in the morning. I always thought of him as a mix between a brother and a mom.”

“No shit?” Ben said. “Where is he? He still around?”

Uuuuuuuh.

“We haven’t talked for a long time,” Jack said.

“Oh? Well, now’s your chance you know.”

Jack tried not to wince too sharply. Ben caught it anyways.

“Or not,” he said. “You don’t have to if its painful or something.”

Oh, buddy.

“We’ll see,” Jack decided. “I’ll need to think about it.”

He didn’t know how Matt would react. Hell, he didn’t know how he would react to seeing Bill again.

Matt and Peter presented Jack with a drink that had evil hiding in the bottom of it.

He should have known better to think he’d escape that night uninjured.

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I hope this cheers you up my dear and that things get easier for you soon!

#fic #jack murdock #matt murdock #ben parker #I need to do smth for the sprawl for real #ficlet

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coffeecrusadeclub · 6 years ago

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Prom Night - a tyrus fic

*warning suggestive content at the very end but not much*

Cyrus's POV:

It was the night of our senior prom and all of my friends had dates. I still rode with them because they insisted I wouldnt be third wheeling.

Andi had come with Amber, Buffy with Marty, and Jonah with Walker.

Me? I came by myself. I insisted that I was fine and pushed my friends to go dance as I sat at our table. I regretted not asking TJ, he probably would have said no anyway but at least if I had asked i wouldnt be sitting here, wishing I had, wondering what wouldve happened.

I got lost in a daydream, of me being here with TJ at my side. I really should have asked him, but I hadnt. I almost did but every insecurity I had exploded within me and I quickly changed the topic. I imagined myself on the dance floor with TJ and as if he had been summoned TJ popped up in front of me, sliding into the chair next to me.

"Hey underdog. Whats going on? Where is everyone?"

"Hey TJ, they're all with their dates. I told them I was fine by myself because I didnt want to be the downer that kept them all at the table"

"What about your date? I thought you said you wanted to ask someone?"

I sighed remembering that conversation and how abruptly I had ended it.

"I actually didnt end up asking. I freaked out and changed the subject"

"Oh. Well still shes a pretty lucky gal if you wanted to ask her"

"It actually was a guy.. and I think he's pretty special, but he probably doesn't think highly of me... Although I really wish I had asked him"

"Oh. Hey are they here maybe its not too late? I mean I'll help you ask him to dance or something."

I felt my face turn pink and I looked down

"N-no I don't think I should"

"Yeah come on who is this lucky guy?"

"No one- I- its okay Im fine"

TJ nudged me, smiling brightly as I looked up at him. He has a twinkle in his eye which made me melt.

"Hey if it makes you feel any better the guy I liked tried asking someone else"

"That sucks.. I guess we're both here by ourselves then?"

"Yeah I guess so" TJ paused as if he was contemplating something.

"Hey Cy?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to go outside? Its hot in here"

"Sure sounds like a good idea"

TJ took my hand in his, which instantly caused a blush to creep back onto my face. He led me outside to a group or lunch tables, they had put up lights all around to set the mood for prom.

"So Cyrus tell me more about this guy you like? Spill the beans"

"I- Uh -hes- hes pretty cool.... and um hes um good at sports"

"No way? Do I know him?"

"Uh- yeah -um something like that.."

"For real who is it?"

"Um- hes uh.. Hey um how about you tell me about the guy you like?"

I changed the topic quickly, sort of, to try and hide the fact that I was as red as a tomato. I earned a laugh from TJ

"Okay fair enough. Well hes really smart, and sweet.. Hes a really good friend of mine. He helps me out with school work sometimes and goes out of his way to help me even though people think Im mean"

"Oh, well he sounds like a really cool person"

"Yeah you are"

I looked up at TJ suprised did he just say that I was the cool person? It definitely sounded like he said 'you are' as in I am. He had a soft blush along his face. He put a hand behind his neck and laughed nervously.

"Sorry that just kind if slipped out"

"I love you too" I had meant to say 'i like you' but I blurted my thought out before my brain had a chance to process it.

"Wh-what?" TJ stumbled over his words his whole face a new shade of red.

"I-Im sorry I said it before I had time to process it I know you probably weren't talking about me, Im not the guy you like.. but its true... I am in love with you..." I got up and walked to the nearest wall, or pillar I should say, outside. I leaned my back against it, sighing, TJ followed behind me.

"I was talking about you Muffin... I didnt- I didn't think youd notice."

I looked up at him, he was standing in front of me, my back against the wall. I never realized how much taller he was compared to me. My eyes traced his freckles and they led my gaze to his lips as I bit mine.

"I was talking about you too.. I thought you were oblivious.." i smiled at him

He put an arm on the wall beside my head and gazed at me for a moment. I felt my face turning red as I put the pieces together on what he had planned. I bit my lip and him felt his crashing into mine as he closed the gap between us. I put my arms around his neck and kissed back, completely in shock that this was really happening.

"Hey where did Cyrus go?" I heard Buffy in what sounded like the distance, I had forgotten that we were only a few feet away from the gym door and didn't break the kiss.

"I think he's-" I heard Andi as she cut herself off. Me and TJ pulled apart, startled by the collection of "awh"s "oh my gosh"s and "how cute"s that came from our group of friends in unison.

"I CALLED IT! I TOLD YOU MY BROTHER WAS INTO HIM" Amber called out enthusiastically. As everyone else laughed. Except for me and TJ that is, both of us bright red from getting caught mid makeout session.

"Hey don't stop on our account we just wanted to find you guys and see if you wanted to dance" Jonah teased

"But it looks like you two have a dance of your own going on" Walker continued, making us both more red than we were.

"We're coming back inside calm down" i took TJs hand and rested my head on his shoulder as we walked a couple feet behind our friends. I looked up at TJ and whispered in his ear "You taste like peppermint.. Every time I have gum, Im going to think of you" TJ squeezed my hand smiling softly. He looked back at me and his smile turned into a mischievous grin.

"Hey Cy, what do you say we get out of here? Go back to my place and go for a round 2? I want to kiss you again but i dont think thats humanly possible without our friends teasing us"

I bit my lip to hide my smile "what about your family? Theyre not home?"

"Hey Ambers here and is sleeping over at Andi's tonight and my mom is out of town on a work trip for the next 3 days.."

I looked up at him, and he continued "We'll have the house all to ourselves"

I laughed as I watched TJs face turn red when he realized how bad that sounded

"Tha-Thats not what I meant- I swear"

I laughed placing a kiss on his hand

"Un-unless you like- you want to" it was my turn to blush now as I noticed all of our friends looking back at us

"We can hear you two you know" Amber said, as Buffy pretended to puke. I switched TJs hand to be in my left hand instead of my right and nuzzled my head under his arm to hide my embarrassment.

"You guys suck" i grumbled into TJs shirt the entire group laughing.

I looked up at TJ again.

"So.."

"So..?"

"Boyfriends?"

"Boyfriends." TJs eyes sparkled in the moonlight and I felt so lucky he was mine..

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dilfhakyeon-moved · 6 years ago

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please hit us with coffee shop au number 4 with ralbert 😩😩

Gang gang bitch I did it

Gonna add the tag list regardless bc hey I do… what I can

Warnings: some mentions of some nsfw stuff I guess uh, maybe language ? idk

It’d been quite a few times now, that this specific customer had been coming. Yes, a new “regular”, right ? At least that meant they were making money, Anthony clearly wasn’t about to complain about that. The guy was kinda cute too, wasn’t he ? He didn’t mind taking his order everytime he came in.

Or he wouldn’t mind, if that moron wasn’t giving a different name everytime, which was getting quite ridiculous.

What, he really had to write ‘Batman’ sometimes, that wasn’t something he enjoyed doing. Felt kind of stupid, like he was being played ; not once he had given his real name ( or at least the poor barista clearly doubted he’d gotten even one name right at this point ) and while it could be a fun game, he really… wanted to know what was the name of that ridiculously cute guy he saw come in more than once a week. Especially considering that guy was obviously doing it on purpose to bother him, he saw how he was being looked at ! He wasn’t stupid !

And since he wasn’t stupid, he’d decided to give it a shot and establish a strategy. Taking in account that guy had a schedule and only came on some days, he’d just hidden in the back room on a day he was meant to come, and… he did come !

But his disappointed, almost sad face as he realised the blond was nowhere to be seen, maybe it made him feel a little bad. But now he’d walked in, he couldn’t walk out without looking like an idiot. He was going to do the usual, and maybe give yet another different name ? Anthony listened closely from behind the door, but didn’t hear anything. Once the guy had gone to take a seat though, his coworker came to the back room and quickly the situation was sorted out.

He’d gotten the new name, but this time it felt like it was real. Poor guy probably didn’t want to mess with everyone, huh ? He’d just set his yes on that one specific twink and he’d decided it’d be so much goddamn fun to take his time. Unluckily, that one specific twink really wanted to spend time on him.

It was to say, he wasn’t the least attractive guy he’d met, right ? No, yeah, maybe he’d spent… quite some time just observing him from the counter, maybe he’d just gotten himself flustered with just how good he looked, these wild red curls framing his face so well, their hue somehow matching his dark brown eyes in warmth. They were so expressive too ; it was easy to read how mischievous he felt, or even what kind of day he’d been having. And all these beauty marks he’d managed to spot, they looked cute, didn’t they ?… his build, how frankly fit and even muscular he seemed to be, and… and his lips, they– they looked good, didn’t they ? They were soft - or that’s what he thought - and a nice pink, and… and, what if they happened to be pressed against - oh no, his skin ? No, no, his lips ? And his own lips, yes, Anthony’s, they could be wandering around that skin of his, and his hands racking through the mess that was his hair, and pulling on it when the redhead’s own hands were just perhaps, maybe–

Maybe that was too much and he really needed to stop being a creep, but everyone deserves to know his thoughts included cheesy romantic interactions ; well, how could he not picture himself having fun with a guy who was messing with him by never using his goddamn real name ? Maybe he’d just gotten himself a little turned on thinking about all this again, but he was also horny for cuddles and pretending they can dance tango. He won’t take constructive criticism.

“So, Albert.”

Before he’d even realised himself, he was sitting in front of… Albert. The grin on his face was quickly turning into a smirk, his freshly named friend was now giving him half of what could be called a death glare. He didn’t seem to upset though, his cheeks showed he was more flustered than anything else - which definitely got Race to laugh.

“What ‘bout that face, huh ? Did I insult you or what ?”

“There’s a reason I don’t use my name usually, jerk.”

“Yea, right, aside from playin’ with me ?”

Anthony leaned in his seat, eyebrows as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It’s my break, you’re lucky, ain’t ya ?” He then added, like it was actually his break. It wasn’t. They didn’t even close in that long, it was just pretty dead at the moment and he enjoyed wasting time there.

“Real lucky, Anthony.”

“We finally get to talk, Albert.”

“We sure are talking, Tony.”

Ouch, a nickname already ? A shiver was sent down his spine. Yes, he was indeed absolutely weak for these, what could he say ! Not that he often got them anymore, but that only made it better. Or worse given the context, and maybe this time it’d be on the “worse” end of the stick. He just stuttered out an answer, which kind of sucked in itself.

“Right back at ya, … Albitch.”

Albert had to try really hard not to spit out his coffee as he heard that. Anthony could see it, and it wasn’t that it made him feel ridiculous, but… bleh.The next few minutes were just spent with them making eye contact constantly while the other was finishing his coffee. And once he was done, they stayed quiet for a little longer, just gazing into each other’s eyes. And maybe the blond was getting a bit lost in thoughts there again, but could he be blamed ? He was staring at this guy he’d been pretty much waiting to know for… months, at this point. THIS was ridiculous. He agreed he was a silly person in general, but he’d waited so long, it wasn’t even funny anymore.And in that time they just spent not talking, it just so happened it was time for the shop to close. Great, right ? No, okay, he was actually going to get to it, pretty boy…. hot guy could wait a little.

Fast forward to when the shop had finally closed, after his one coworker had taunted him about the quick looks he gave their good ol’ customer while the latter was just constantly staring at him… no, checking him out.

Everyone was out, and everyone’s favourite twink was now free to talk with his… acquaintance, who was leaning against the wall outside ( duh ).

“So, day’s ending.”

“Yea. Pretty cool, it was boring.” Act casual, yeah ?

“No plans tonight, I’m expecting ?”

Frankly, he’d have accepted it very easily, hadn’t Albert sounded like an ass about it. How dare he assume he didn’t already have a very good lover, or even friends, or… or that he wasn’t going to go out partying ?

“I mean, you’re working tomorrow too, so I figured.”

Ah, well. Fair, with that reasoning, he couldn’t deny it.

“Even though you don’t seem like the kind'a guy to do reasonable stuff.”

… Fair again. He was being insulted there, wasn’t he ? He had no argument against it, but at the same time it kind of made him feel bad, until he felt the other’s hand on his own. He blinked, and quite snapped back into reality instead of drifting away in his own thoughts.

“So I’m decidin’ I’m taking you out tonight. Sounds good ?”

Well, fucking sure it sounded good ! If he had to be going out after work with anyone, it better be with that goddamn chaotic redhead.

“Hopin’ it’s a date ‘cause I ain’t got money,” the blond eventually answered, his smile slowly making its way back to his face. “Don’t care about the place, by the way. Can’t be picky when you make coffee for a livin’.”

Once again getting a laugh out of Albert, he decided to properly hold his hand. Even if that meant his cheeks were more colourful just for a few.

“So we’re going on a date ?”

“Yea.”

“Anywhere ?”

“Don’t care.”

“Good, 'cause I don’t know where we’re going yet.”

“You’re stupid.”But he was quite happy with going on a date with that stupid guy.

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sanders-specs · 7 years ago

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Camp Swan Chapter 3

A/N: Yay we’ve survived another week! Hope everything is going okay for ya. If not then I’m confident it will! Stay strong :) For now let’s delve back into our summer camp adventures.

Warnings: Swearing, homophobic slurs, bullying, intentionally not eating, social anxiety (at least how I understand it. Again, if I get anything wrong feel free to let me know)

Parings: None. Just a flirty Roman

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“Well,” Roman says as the new kid blocked them all out, “he’s going to be a joy to room with, isn’t he?”

Logan sighs. “It seems that we have a troublemaker as a roommate, yes.”

“Now, now, I think he just doesn’t understand how great camp is just yet,” Patton says, speaking for the first time since Virgil ridiculed his favorite place on earth. “Give him some time and he’ll come around.”

“I don’t know,” Roman says doubtfully. “People like him never seem like the type to just ‘come around.’”

“Nevertheless,” Logan says, turning back to his thing to continue unpacking. “We shan’t let Virgil’s negative attitude damper our camp experience. Roman, I understand that this is your third year here, yes?”

“Yep!” Roman says proudly. “Though this is my first time meeting you.”

“Oh you’ll love Lo!” Patton exclaims. “He’s so smart, he knows just about everything.”

“If I knew everything then I would have at least a dozen Nobel Peace Prizes at this point in my life,” Logan says, “as well as a cure for all illnesses. As great as that would be, it is, in fact, false.”

“But you are smart,” Patton says.

“Yes, that is a correct statement.” Logan puts the last of his clothes into his closet and turns to Roman. “I suppose we should get the annoying, frivolous questions out of the way. Why do you enjoy coming to Camp Swan?”

Roman blinked at him, glancing at Patton for help but Patton was just sitting and staring at Roman curiously, like he was wondering the same thing. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“Well for instance,” Logan says, “I come because the particular forest that the camp is located is home to many species of plants that I would not have a chance to study through the rest of the year. I’ve been studying them every year since my first year and have been documenting their changes as our planet’s climate has changed. The camp provides the necessary resources for studying them as well, which is handy.”

“And I’m here because I love it!” Patton exclaims.

“Yes it seems that Patton enjoys the togetherness that Camp Swan brings,” Logan says with a slightly exasperated sigh. “I can’t say I understand, however I don’t judge him for it.”

“So what about you Roman? What does Camp Swan mean to you?” Patton asks.

“Ah,” Roman says, looking as if he understood better. “I come because it gives me a chance to work on all of my talents. Singing, acting, dancing…well okay I’m still working on the dancing part. Plus their equestrian training is fantastic!”

Logan had to admit that he was slightly impressed that Roman knew the word equestrian, though if anyone would be apt at horseback riding, it looked to be Roman. The other boy looked to be in fair shape, with big biceps that strained against his shirt showing that he worked out. Logan could also see through the tight t-shirt that Roman probably had what was known as a toned stomach as well. It distantly occurred to him to wonder just why Roman insisted on wearing clothing that was just a bit too tight. It did not seem comfortable.

“Look I know I’m handsome but you don’t have to stare,” Roman says.

Logan blinks. Had he been staring? He supposed that he must have, if Roman seemed to have thought so. “My apologies,” Logan says. “I was simply wondering why you would not wear better fitting clothes. We are at a camp after all, wouldn’t you want to be as comfortable as possible?”

Roman stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. Frowning, Logan looks at Patton who seemed to be trying to hide a smile. “What? What did I say?”

Roman just kept laughing. He clapped a hand on Logan’s shoulder. “Man, Patton said you were smart, he didn’t tell me you were funny too.”

“I was not trying to be,” Logan says, shrugging off Roman’s hand. The other boy didn’t look offended, he just grinned at Logan.

“To me, this is comfortable,” Roman says, showing off his muscles that strained against his clothing. “It’s snug but not too snug, you know?”

Logan sighs and shakes his head. “I do not, but I suppose I will have to take your word for it.”

“Logan likes his facts,” Patton informs Roman. “He likes things to be straightforward.”

“Then I will respect that!” Roman declares, sounding for all the world like a royal. “or try to,” he adds in a calmer voice.

Patton sat on the floor, grabbing one of his nearby plushies and hugging it to his chest. He looks at Virgil, who still had his back to the rest of them, seeming to either not care about the conversation or not hearing it. “Do you think he meant what he said?” Patton wonders aloud. “That his parents hate him?”

“Oh please,” Roman says with a laugh. “Teenagers like him think that world is against them. honestly they’re a pain to deal with.”

Patton frowns. “Well something must make them feel that way.”

“Perhaps,” Logan says, knowing that it was futile to convince Patton of anything less. “However, we cannot force him to tell us anything he does not want to. Nor can we force him to enjoy camp. It will have to be up to him.”

Patton sighs a defeated sigh, but he nods. “You’re right as always Lo.” Patton turns his attention back to the ceiling. “Hey Roman, we haven’t finished the stars!”

“Right,” Roman jumps to his feet, gathering the stars they still had left to stick to the ceiling and walls.

Sighing, Logan turns towards the door. “I’ll get a chair.”

After a few hours, Thomas came back by the room to find Patton, Logan, and Roman all sitting on the ground in the middle of a game of Uno and Virgil lying on his bed, eyes closed and headphones on.

“Hey guys,” Thomas says. He points to Virgil, eyebrows creased. “Why didn’t you invite Virgil to play with you?”

“We did but Dr. Gloom and Doom seems to be too good for us,” Roman says, rolling his eyes dramatically.

Not really knowing what to say to that, Thomas just changes the subject. “O-Okay then. Anyway, the assembly is starting soon so we should all head over.”

The boys all nodded and stopped the game, even though Roman was complaining that he was just about to win (Thomas had seen that he had the most cards out of everyone, but even Roman’s roommates didn’t seem to want to correct him) and the three of them walked past Thomas and into the lounge. Thomas frowns, looking into the room where Virgil was still lying. It didn’t even look like he’d unpacked.

“Aren’t you guys going to get Virgil?” Thomas asks.

“He made it very clear that he wants nothing to do with us and to leave him alone,” Logan says matter-of-factly. “We are simply answering his request.”

Thomas frowns disapprovingly at them and looks at Patton. The more kind-hearted boy shifted uncomfortably on his feet, avoiding Thomas’s gaze. It was clear that he felt guilty, but the fact that he wasn’t countering Logan’s statement meant that he agreed.

Thomas sighs, putting his hands on his hips. “Look guys, we’re not going to get anywhere this summer if you exclude your roommate. It’s just going to make things miserable for everyone.”

The boys all slump, but Patton sighs and walks back into the room to retrieve Virgil.

Virgil stood in the back of the crowd, playing with his fidget cube as he watched the head of the camp, Joan they told the campers to call them, talking about all the different activities at the camp and how they would all rotate throughout the summer. Virgil wasn’t really listening. He was too focused on not focusing on how close he was being forced to stand to complete strangers. Thomas stood behind him, his arms crossed like some kind of officer making sure that the prisoners didn’t try to run for it. Virgil had to admit that he thought about it, but where would he go?

He couldn’t see his other roommates anywhere, as they had run off as soon as they’d gotten there, but that was probably for the better. He’d snapped at them enough earlier. Every time Patton tried to get him to play a game with them or talk with them, he’d snap. Every time Roman was being obnoxiously loud—so loud that he penetrated the bliss Virgil’s music provided—he snapped. He didn’t know how he was going to be able to get through the summer with those two. At least Logan seemed to understand when someone wanted to be left alone.

“Alright, I think that about does it!” Joan says. “Now is time to get some grub! Head on to the mess hall.”

The crowd dispersed, and Virgil turned. Thomas was still standing there, looking down at him. “Care to go get something to eat?” he asks.

Virgil rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to lead me around like a lost puppy. I’ll just follow the crowd.”

Thomas gives Virgil a smile he knew all too well. It was a smile that said he was close to losing his patience with Virgil but he had to be nice so he was going to smile through the pain. “Alright, be sure to be back at the cabin by sundown.”

Virgil just nodded and started following the flow of the crowd. Usually finding the source of food was easy, because that’s where everyone always gathered. It was the same for any animal in the animal kingdom, humans no exception.

As he was walking, though, he heard someone behind him laugh just a bit too loud for it to be conspicuous. “Who plays with one of those things unless they’re a fucking child?” someone said.

Virgil glanced over and saw a boy about a foot taller than him with long brown hair that reached his shoulders and a mischievous smirk on his lips. He was looking right at Virgil, or rather at the fidget cube in his hand.

Scowling, Virgil turns away from him, shoving the cube into his pocket. The last thing he wanted to do was to deal with morons. He just wanted to get something to eat and disappear into his cabin as soon as possible.

A hand came down on his shoulder, stopping him. “Hey, faggot,” the boy says, “got any more of those sissy cubes? You know they say not to bring anything unless you want to share with the class.”

“Get out of my face,” Virgil growls.

The boy raises his eyebrows. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said get out of my fucking face,” Virgil says, yanking himself out of the boy’s grip. “and get a life. The only childish one here is you.”

No one around them seemed to notice or care about the exchange, not that Virgil was surprised. No one ever care about losers like himself. The boy reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close. “No one talks to me that way,” he growls.

“First time for everything then,” Virgil says, not backing down.

The boy’s eyes narrowed, and he shoved Virgil back so hard that he fell on his ass in the damp mud. The boy stood over him, glaring. Before Virgil knew what was happening, the boy’s good connected with Virgil’s ribs.

“That’ll teach you to talk back to me, you emo fag,” the boy says spitting on Virgil’s arm. He walked off, leaving Virgil on the ground.

Rubbing his sore ribs, Virgil picked himself up, the whole situation coming back to him. He felt his limbs shaking, his breathing becoming sparse. He looked around, but he was alone. Everyone else had disappeared in the mess hall. He looked at the now crowded building and shook his head. He couldn’t go in there, not looking like this. It would just make that boy feel even better, and probably make Virgil the butt of a lot of jokes. No he couldn’t go in there. He’d just eat breakfast in the morning. He didn’t need food tonight.

So Virgil turned and forced himself to walk back to his cabin. He needed to be alone. He needed to change. He needed to be free of this fucking camp.

Chapter 4

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thisisentertaining-sofar · 4 years ago

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This is my first ever CanonxOc fanfic so pwease be nice i’m sensitive 🥺

“It’s just a walk in the park”

Violet and Jack were walking in Central Park. It was a quite and very starry night.

The two were young, Vi being 15 and Jack being 16. They seemed to just, adore each other! Many newsies thought they were an item and would tease mainly Vi about it, but she’d just laugh it off! He’s just a friend... is what she tried to convince herself. But the truth is, she was in love with the famous Jack Kelly.. He had the charm, the wit, the looks, the smile...Vi walked along his side with a happy smile on her lips as she had moved her hand to push up her glasses on her nose with her middle finger. Jack walked with his hands in his pockets and he glanced over to her,

“Sweetheart? Why do ya like to take walks ‘round here so often?” He suddenly asked, remembering that she had mentioned that she takes walks all the time in Central park. Vi paused in thought and she hummed a little, she smiled as she looked up to him,

“It’s calming.. Something i’m not too used to.. Plus it’s really the only time of day i can be outside without my shades!” She had responded with. Jack smiled a little and he chuckled as he nodded,

“That’s fair, that orphanage can get... annoyin.” He said, straightforward. Vi glimpsed up at him with that warm smile on her lips as she nodded,

“I agree.. they’re definitely.. something..” she had muttered a little, she had eyed away a bit as her smile faded slowly off her lips, thinking of all the name calling and such... Jack paused noticing her sudden change and he looked at her. He had smiled more... gently, not like that usual charming smile. He had gently grabbed her hand and rubbed her hand with his thumb,

“Hey hey, Sweetheart.. Dont be thinkin of those kids, they ain’t got nothin betta to do!!” he quickly claimed. Vi paused— nearly stopping dead in her tracks when he grabbed her hand, her face became hot as her cheeks dusted with a soft pink, she looked up at him wide eyed..

“You... really think that? I-i mean, they do have some points, I have white hair—“ Suddenly he frowned and had stopped in his tracks and cupped her cheeks very gently to look at her, “Vi, sweetheart! Do ya even listen to yourself?!” he suddenly scolded in the most gentle way possible, “Their opinions don’t matta!! You’re unique; different from all the rest of em newsies and kids out there!! You’re dorky, know way more bout them stars for whatever reason, have cool white hair and pretty hazel eyes!!!” He had rambled, without truly realizing. Vi stood there, completely taken up and her cheeks a little squished in his hands, her eyes widened and her cheeks very warm..

He thinks... i’m unique... and have pretty eyes... is this heaven?? She thought you herself as she just.. stared at him. Jack finally realized what he had blabbered and that her face was still in his hands, his eyes widened a little. He quickly hit gently moved his hands and rubbed the back of his neck. There was this awkward silence but then Vi suddenly.. giggled and smiled at him warmly,

“You truly think that..?” She finally fessed up. Jack was eyeing away but then had looked back to her, he smiled a little, that same gentle smile he usually had when he was with her,

“Yeah, i do.. Youre more than you think, my Angel..” he confessed. His eyes widened, “S-sweetheart!! I meant sweetheart!!” he quickly said.. He always envisioned of calling her his angel but he never knew how to ask or start that conversation.. Vi was taken back but she giggled quietly to herself and smiled softly, “Angel..? No one has ever called me that before.. Why that?” she quite simply asked, wondering why he’d call her something so.. sweet..

Jack paused and he had eyed away a little, he smiled a bit to himself, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get himself out of this one, so he just had to go along with it at this point and tell her the truth,

“Well.. Youse super sweet, like an angel!! And you gots white hair!! Like i’d think an angel would..” he had explained, Vi still smiled to herself and she giggled quietly, “But.. you called be your angel..” she had said with a small mischievous smile on her lips, hoping he’d get flustered. Jack had seemed to tense a little and his cheeks dusted with a soft crimson color, “I- well..” he thought and then he quickly looked to her and smirked,

“What?? Are ya hoping for me to say somethin??” he suddenly asked. Vi felt her heart race a little and she eyed away quickly and stood straight as they began to walk again,

“N-no, i was just wonderin!!” she quickly protested.. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself and he put his arm gently around her shoulders, “I’m kiddin.. Anyways, don’t the stars look wonderful?” He had said, to change the subject, surprised he could so quickly. She lit up a little and smiled, “Right?! They’re so pretty tonight!!” she had exclaimed excitedly before she started to ramble about the stars and constellations. Though.. She won’t forget this.. She was his angel and she couldn’t think about it without her heart beating out of her chest.

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death2thevirgin · 8 years ago

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Breaking All The Rules

Characters: Reader, Danielle (named bestfriend), Jensen, Jared, Misha

Word Count: 775

Warnings: Language,

A/N: This is my piece for the first Break the Zone challenge. I wanted to try and do something different. The challenge was to write a fic under 1,000 words using the prompt “Literally everything about this is illegal.” I am not too happy with this piece so please dont judge too harshly. Hope ya’ll enjoy and as always any feedback is appreciated! ** Read my other fics here and add yourself to my tag list here **

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This was just to be a fun trip visiting your high school best friend, maybe see the sights or go to a museum but not this. You are standing in front an eight-foot-tall fence Daniella look at you mischievously, about to get arrested. You can only guess you were going to get arrested. “Dani, literally everything about this is illegal” you urge her.

“Oh come on, I was working an extra job here last week, I know my way around and an explanation if we get caught!” She urged you “We are already here we might as well go in.”

You look back just to make sure. Once your convinced it’s safe you look back at her and nod. You lean forward intertwining your fingers “if we get in trouble I’m blaming it all on you!”

Her face breaks into a wide shit eating grin “Fair enough.” She steps up and you boost her over the fence before you pull yourself up and over.

As she leads you across the lot your nerves continue to mount. “Dani, I think I changed my mind. We should just go back now.”

“I swear to Chuck Y/N/N; we are going to see the set of Supernatural. If you chicken out I will kill you.” She was always the more daring one. Before you know it she is dragging you by your hand across the empty lot.

You come across a building marked Supernatural and Dani leads you in. You stand in awe looking at the scene in front of You look across the set seeing everything from the bunker’s entry room to baby parked in the far corner. “Holy shit Dani this is awesome!”

“Told you we’d be fine! Now let’s get a closer look.” She is practically pushing you towards the set. You get closer to the “bunker” part of the set. You start to run your finger over the table. You can not explain the emotions that run over you, this show has meant so much to you that the you almost start to cry.

You hear a door jiggle in the distance, you immediately lock eyes with your friend. “Shit, what do we do?”

Daniella scans the room quickly pushing the two of you into a corner. You stand with your friend trying to remain as quiet as possible when three figures enter the room. “I’m going to prove to both you I can do that stunt.” The voice gives you chills, its one you’ve hear over a million times. You would know his voice anywhere; you look over to your friend mouth “Jared.”

Your heart beat quickens, never in a million years did you think you would be so close to your favorite celebrities. Daniella was use to this she worked as an extra on tons of shows and movies, she was use to being close to celebrities. You looked to her for comfort feeling your knees go weak. She just smiled and put a finger to her lips making a light shh-ing noise.

The voices get louder as they get closer “Jar this is a stupid idea. You are going get your self hurt.” Jensen warns Jared.

“Jay you worry too much this is going to be great.” Misha chimes in, trying to hold back his laughter.

Dani tries to peek around the corner, pushing you into the makeshift wall causing it to come tumbling down with you. You instantly freeze, worried any sudden movement would get them to notice you’ve crashed through a wall. It’s the sound of laughter that breaks you from your catatonic state. You snapped your head around to see Jared, Jensen and Misha all doubled over laughing hysterically. You jump to your feet moving over to be closer to your friend. “We should run while they’re distracted.”

“Hey look we’re really sorry, we don’t want to get in trouble.” Dani starts waving her hands around and backing up. You follow her trying to get out as fast as you can.

“No ladies wait.” It is Misha’s voice stops the both of you. “Your not getting off that easy.”

“I don’t want to go to jail!” You cover your mouth quickly unable to believe you just blurted that out.

Misha laughs shaking his head. “Don’t worry you’re not in any trouble.” He looks at Jensen before looking over to Jared. “At least not with us, but maybe you two can help us settle a bet.” He looks at you and Dani mischievously.

That was the night you hung out with your favorite actors and saw Jared Padalecki tear his rotator cuff trying to imitate a stunt from the show.

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#break the zone #Jensen Ackles #Jared Padalecki #Misha Collins #Fan girling #language #BTZ

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aph-poland · 8 years ago

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It may make you angry, but I'm from Poland and I can't stand the fluffy-pinky-gay image of my country in Hetalia fandom. We're one of the most traditionalist country in the EU, a man would be probably beaten if he went outside in a fucking skirt. It sounds still ridiculous for me that two people of the same gender can marry, because it's illegal here.

Wow um, that doesn’t really make me angry i guess just?? a little taken off guard by this weirdly hostile ask out of nowhere lol. But here’s what I have to say:

I’m not sure how long you’ve been familiar with my blog or if u just decided to yell at a hetalian today and chose me at random, but I wouldn’t really classify myself as a fan of the “fluffy-pinky-gay image” of APH Poland either tbh. It actually makes me really upset when people just want to stereotype him as such based on the image that the fandom has dubbed for him, and instead overlook all of his history, struggles, triumphs, culture, and basically everything “Polish” about him. If you knew me you’d know I’m actually one of the most angry and disappointed people in the fandom at this because it constantly infuriates me with the way he gets categorized simply by the way hima drew him.

Idk there is so much to address in this ask I’m struggling to try and write this as eloquently as possible but forgive me i’m doing this at work so i may sound a lil jumbled. The deal is, it’s actually pretty problematic when people want to erase all that Feliks is and represents and just paint him up as “the gay character” or “transv****te cross-dresser” simply because he wore a skirt in a strip that made him fit that stereotype. There is so much potential to his character as far as depth and exploration goes that is often horribly skewed or ignored by other hetalians in favor of just reducing him down to “fabulous valley girl.” And to be quite honest its pretty ooc, but thats more of a different topic for another time.

Don’t get me wrong, I have a few qualms with hima myself and some of the problematic content that he’s decided to include in hetalia, but if you pay attention to Canon Feliks vs Fanon Feliks, you’ll notice alot of the “fluffy-pinky-gay image” has been forced onto him by young (lowkey homophobic) fans. The way Feliks acts in canon (if you take away the over-use of the “valley girl accent” that the translator chose to assign to him to match w/e Japanese dialect hima was trying to give him) you could actually interpret many things differently. By doing so, it’s much easier to see how strong, tough, charismatic, loyal, trusting, and deep he actually is. You see his strengths, his faults, his mistakes, his victories, his growth as a character, nation, and person over the years. You can see moments of happiness, sorrow, silliness, seriousness, moments of weakness, moments of power, moments of worry, moments of confidence, love, hate, regret, revenge, but above all...perseverance. So trust me, it makes me just as confused and angry when people want to ignore what a diverse -if not somewhat ironic/conflicting- character he is and instead change him around to fit what they want to see him as. I wish he was treated with more respect.

However

I understand how traditional the “real’ Poland is, believe me. I’ve been in this fandom for many years and you’re not the first “””real polish person”” I’ve seen get angry over aph poland. You’re not alone.

The thing about hetalia though, is that it is just an anime. All told through the views and thoughts of a japanese man. The story is intended to be a light comedy making fun of nationality stereotypes while simultaneously celebrating the history, culture, and people of each said nation. The intention, as I’ve also taken it (or choose to take it anyway), is to take the setup for these lovable, flawed characters, and kind of???? have fun with them per say...

People are free to interpret things, events, practices, and the characters themselves how they choose (generally speaking anyways). I think there’s nothing wrong with that as long as it’s respectful and not gross in anyway (again, another topic). So therefore, there’s nothing wrong with headcanoning Feliks as being gay. I understand how “the real poland” is set up and what their laws are (though I don’t claim to be an expert or openly discuss them as I am not polish nor do i live there, so i feel that is not my place) but there are so many other things to take into consideration before you come off as homophobic yourself.

One thing to consider, is how the same thing could be said for well over half the nations. To claim that a hetalia character “can’t be gay” because of politicians and a government party’s standpoint is pointless and irrelavent tbh. I’ve always felt it?? weird to try and tie a nation down to a specific time period or law when they’ve been around for literally centuries, and have witnessed and believed in all different type of social norms and morals and laws that evolve and change as time progresses. Its actually pretty closed-minded to expect thousand year old nations to buy into every single detail of present-day customs and viewpoints. Many of the more conservative viewpoints of many nations around the world are relatively new ideas as far as strict practice goes in comparison to the personified character themselves. Something that’s been an enforced idea for the last 50 years or so could just feel like a month or two to an immortal being lmao. But again, I believe most of it is up to interpretation.

I don’t want to speak for the lgbt in poland, or any polish lgbt throughout history as i don’t feel i have the right or enough adequate knowledge to do so, but a hetalia nation is supposed to be sympathetic to and feel the struggles and pain and happiness and glory of all their citizens. Regardless of what the political standpoint of the country is on (I personally believe nations choose not to align themselves with political parties in general as a conflict of interest would ensue) hima has stated time and again that the nations also have the ability to be their own person, and have their own views and standpoints on things that might not match the “majority” of the current political climate (ex. Germany himself was shown to be annoyed with and hated dealing with Adolf Hitler). So it’s not really fair to pretend like a nation has never-looked-at-the-same-gender allllll throughout history just like it’s silly to presume that all people are StraightTM until proven otherwise.

Canon APH Poland, Feliks Łukasiewicz, the man who likes pink, the man who doesn’t care about gender norms or what kind of fabric he puts on his body because he’s old and has obtained a certain level of nation wisdom enough to know that not only is gender a construct and there’s nothing shameful about “””feminine clothing”””” (even though clothes are just pieces of fabric meant to cover your body and dont have genders lol), but has also seen all kinds or fashion and different types of clothing all throughout history and has worn frilly neck ties, jewelry, heels, makeup, and capes back when those were once considered to be “”masculine”” at that time period as well and remembers how fucking good he used to look in that shit and after all he’s been through knows that he has the right to rock w/e the fuck he wants, the man who historically, legally, culturally, and personally married to another man, the man who still remembers his childhood before he even heard of Christianity, the man who had one of the most tolerant and flourishing commonwealths in history, the man who has such strong ties to the romantic period and who, as a nation, is much more complicated than mortal humans could ever hope to understand........is absolutely wonderful.

Now I’m sorry that lgbt representation and rights is lacking in Poland at the moment, as it is all over the world. Truly I am, and it makes me upset. I don’t know if you share those same homophobic and hateful views (your tone implies that you do), but the fight and struggle of the lgbt people is far to complicated and powerful to use as a playing chip on a silly Japanese cartoon, and i think basing a headcanon off of prejudice and hate like that is disrespectful to the nation, and to bringing that into a cartoon is disrespectful to the lgbt struggle as well and belittles it all tbh. But as i said before, that topic is best left for another day.

I’m sorry you felt so insulted by a cartoon character to come to my inbox about it, as if i have any control of what this fandom does to him, but I try to just look past all the forced, fanon garbage to see feliks for what he really is. A strong, tough, talented, complicated, fearless, resilient, yet still endlessly sarcastic, funny, mischievous person.

Do you not think that is a good tribute to the Polish people?

#long post #aph poland #idk man i love the guy so #if u really hate him that much dont??? watch it???#i prolly sound all over the place and maybe spoke out of turn but #hey i finished this before i had to leave!!#yay!!#Anonymous

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