#pls forgive this moron he's just so confused

[waywardsculs-a2]

Natalee grabs Cupid, gently, by the neck. " you're coming with me. in more ways than one~ "

UNPROMPTED ( ? ) // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

The one time he'd been roped into going to Hell ( a secret visit alongside Seraphiel ) and this was what was happening ? To say the Patron of Love was confused was more than putting it lightly. Ruby eyes blinked down at the succubus before him, wings giving an almost nervous twitch behind him as cheeks warmed ever so slightly.

" Huh ? W - Wait a second , Miss , what are you talking about -- "

[lazystar]

Break Downs Come in Many Shapes and Sizes

Roommate!Chan X Fem!Reader

Author Note: This is my first attempt at fic writing pls be nice LMK if we want to see this finished :) Pls Reblog and Comment if you like it!!

Warnings/author rambling: Idiots/Enemies to Lovers, swearing worse than an angry trucker, Jisung is Y/N’s Twin, Chan is kind of a moron, Reader is very cranky all the time, Reader has big black cat gf energy. My grammar might suck and this is so dialogue heavy.

Word Count: Definitely more than 5

Rating: Let’s Say PG-13 for now probably not gonna write any pants off dance off material … for now

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“Y/N I uh… I ummm IlikeyoualotandIwanttotakeyouout”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I like you a lot and I want to take you out”

Well Saturday morning brunch just took a turn, a baffled laugh leaves your mouth and before you can even think the word vomit leaves your lips as your tirade begins you stand in front of Chan with clad in your pajamas your (his )tee shirt that falls almost to your knees, sleep shorts, and fuzzy socks. Your lazy sleepy haze interrupted by the sobering fact that what you’re used to is completely different from what the reality before you. He can’t help to think that even upset and looking like you rose from an eternal slumber you look absolutely gorgeous.

“What do you mean you like me?! You-you hate me?! I hate you, hasn’t it always been this way?!?! This has to be some kind of fucking joke.” An exasperated sigh cuts your rant off, only briefly and you shake your head looking down for just a moment trying to make sense of what the hell is happening. “I don’t even know why you hate me Chan.” As you say this your eyes leave the floor, deciding that the fuzz of your socks was not distracting enough from the conversation at hand. You choose instead to look him in the eye and convey everything you had bottled up for the long months you’ve shared your home with Chan. “I genuinely don’t understand how I deserved any of your teasing, jokes, pranks, I guess your interrupting any date I thought would happen in the apartment somewhat makes sense now. Beyond that nothing you did made any sense to me besides the moments you showed a shred of kindness my way. But even those confused me, one day you pack me a lunch for work, the next you interrupted my date making the guy think I was trying to cheat on a boyfriend I don’t even have. Think about it if you were me— how would you feel right now? I was only ever kind to you when I moved in, I did all the chores, cooked extra meals for you since you would forget to take care of yourself, I would even wash your crusty gym socks for you when you forgot! But all you ever really did was try and antagonize me, not in a brotherly way like Jisung, more like an elementary school or middle school bully. You know now that I think about it… I-I didn’t always hate you, I misspoke on that when I said that I always did, but the feeling grew because you only ever hated me— or acted like you did. So forgive me for my lack of understanding here as to how the fuck you like me.” Your voice almost drops to a whisper as the thought goes through your mind- this could be another one of his pranks, maybe he’s taking it too far this time. The incredulous and hurt look on your face showed that you were telling the truth, well, your truth. The growing hurt starts to reflect in your eyes as you gnaw on your bottom lip trying to not show weakness in front of the Aussie.

As your hands flew about almost comically during your monologue, Chan stood there across the kitchen island in looking almost comfortable—clad in his usual Saturday uniform of a classic black tee, black gym shorts, and of course his beanie. The other signature part of his look, that annoyingly attractive smirk was gracing his features but if you looked a bit too long his way you would have seen that the typical arrogance of his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. In fact his eyes betrayed the fact that he was mentally running a marathon realizing what he thought was playing off his feelings for you— one of his best friend’s’ sisters, someone who he had been attracted to for so long— was actually him ruining something he had dreamt of. You didn’t see it as playfulness—you saw it as him being a bully, a jerk, and he could see why. In his heart from the moment he saw your sweet and almost shy smile the day you had moved in for your third year or university he wanted to be more than roommates, but to be more than that he had to have shown you that he had been into you. Instead he had played into the old fashioned “if he teases you he likes you” mentality that had sort of died out decades ago. Acting more like a spoilt child than a man in his mid twenties.

Chan could do nothing but let out his own humorless laugh a sadness filled chuckle rumbling out of his chest and his curls flopping out of his hat as he shook his head, as much as he wanted to he couldn’t dare step closer to you, instead he let the kitchen island act as a barrier between you. He took advantage of the heavy silence that filled the room and decided now was time to say his piece. He didn’t want to show how your words impacted him just yet. So rather than being a bit more tactful he chose to start off acting like he always did around you — like a bit of an ass.

“Come on Y/Nnie when did I ever say that I hated you? Name one time I expressly said that…quickly.” The teasing tone of his voice cut through the thick uncomfortable air between the two of you . He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the the stutters and incomprehensible sounds that left your mouth which told him all he that needed to know.

“You and I clearly both know that I never said that. Not once did I ever say ‘Y/N my darling roommate, sister of one of my closest friends, I hate you’ because sweetheart I do not hate you. I do actually care for you— even if I did find some joy in your cute grumpy reactions whenever I was being a jerk. You said it yourself that you hate me and quite honestly that breaks my heart.” You weren’t sure if you were right but he almost sounded choked up when he admitted that hearing you voice your feelings so harshly upset him. He continued on “I’m sorry for being so childish and hiding my feelings like a coward, I was an asshole to you and I see now what you meant by my mixed signals. I fucked up acting the way I did. Anyways I’ll uh—I’ll see you around.” He awkwardly finished his apology and you were frozen, unsure of what to say or do. When you looked at his face you could see that the typical confidence that radiated off of Chan was gone, what was left was a crestfallen, heartbroken young man. As he gathered his things to walk out your shared front door internally you wanted to pull him into your arms and console him. On the outside you could do nothing but stand there, your mind reeling realizing you may have just fucked everything up, you may have truly ruined your chances of getting to know the real person behind the arrogant facade the Australian man had built. Deep down you wished that you two had a different dynamic, but you had never known how to broach the subject. Maybe now was your chance. Fighting your panic response to freeze like a statue and attempting to start a new your wavering voice called to him.

“Chan—Chris! I uh— wait!! I-“

Before you could even say your full thoughts which you had barely conjured up, he was out the door, jacket and keys in hand and his head held low in what could only be described as devastation. As the door slammed you could do nothing but stare at it, your mind screamed at you telling you that you should run after him, pull him into your arms, explain that you were lying about hating him, that you wanted to be genuine with one another and get to know the real Chan. Instead you stood there frozen, tears burning at your eyes and slowly cascading down your cheeks. It was likely too late to run after him. Even through he was debating in the hallway if he should go back inside and try to fix things between you two. Thinking you were still upset he chose to go and drink away the pain, an unhealthy coping skill one of his friends would likely scold him for. As for you you chose to throw yourself an I may have just fucked up with the guy I secretly might be head over heels for and I feel like world’s biggest idiot party — or as Melanie Martinez would say… a pity party.

Thus your signature pity party routine began and you like an idiot did what always did when you chose avoidance instead of facing your troubles head on… You coped with distractions; step one: ice cream, step two: find a drama where you could be mad at the characters instead of yourself (or watch a true crime documentary and solve the case before the detectives), step three: cry into a pillow. Obviously your routine did not always go in that order given you were prone to crying at anything that might be even a smidge sad or frustrating. As you yanked open the freezer you were faced with a horrific sight, the last pint of salted caramel swirl ice cream was gone. The frozen dessert was a very important aspect of this routine you had been following since high school. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back—you had ENOUGH, your oh so essential pity party plans were now completely and utterly ruined and you had nothing punchable nearby to let out your emotions.

So like any logical adult in their twenties you choose to be mature, someone your therapist would have been proud of. Actually your therapist would be shocked to see you heave your body over to the couch and gracefully flop facedown and have a toddler style temper tantrum. Feet kicking, fists pounding the soft faux leather, and scratchy screams leaving your throat only to be muffled by the cushions below you. Before you could give an angry two year old a run for their piggy bank’s worth of savings a loud ring of your cellphone phone interrupts the anger fest.

“Jisung this better be good I’m in one of my wallowing in my sorrows sessions” you all but bark at your twin brother.

“Well I obviously hate to interrupt but Chan-hyung is drunk on my porch saying he ruined everything between you two and — oh well he’s now on my living room floor crying hugging that stuffed wolf you left here last week. So dear sister of mine would you care to explain what the fuck happened? It’s barely 1PM and the man is wasted and sobbing like he just watched Titanic for the first time.” The sass and annoyance your twin always seemed to have practically slapped you through the phone’s speaker. You let out a sigh and slumped further into the couch cushions and took a second to articulate your thoughts.

“He didn’t ruin anything, I did and big time. Like worse than when you puked in front of your crush at the graduation party in high school.” You sadly laugh and before Jisung could yell at you for bringing that memory up you tearfully begin to explain what just happened between you and your frustratingly handsome roommate.

As you spiral Jisung interrupts with a chuckle of pure exasperation at two of his favorite people truly not operating with the shared braincell of your trio.

“So you two morons both like each other and covered it up with teasing like you’re in second grade?”

“Well when you put it that way we both sound pretty dumb huh? Please let him sober up with you and Wolfie while I try and make it up to him.”

He agrees and the familiar hang up tone of the phone call echoes in your ear. Just how are you going to make this right?

[pettyprocrastination]

I’m so happy we’re in this javi g thing together rn I need someone to scream with😭💕

Also u said send requests and this is lame but like imagine telling him I love you for the first time and he completely misses you saying it because he’s just an adorable himbo who can’t believe you even like him (and he loves you like so much cause you’re so pretty and nice to him and also sometimes mean and he likes it) and says something stupid back like “no way that’s awesome!”

Anyways it’s silly but ur super awesome and ily and thank youuu🙌🏼🥺💕💕

MY BABY MY BOO ITS JAVI TIIIIME!! PLS come and scream at me about this fool any and all hours i literally love it and love talking to you!! forgive me for making this so short but I hope you enjoy it!!!

Pairing: Javier Guiterrez x reader

Summary: You tell Javier how you feel during movie night and he doesn't realize to what extent

It was in the middle of a horror film, when you told him. 

“I love you.”

The heroine was running down a dark hall, clutching her wound while a creature ran after her. It was a French film, one he raved about for days and begged you to watch with him. You said yes, as if you could ever tell Javier no. 

Javi’s eye’s widened for a moment, before he turned and smiled at you. 

“That’s great! I love you too!” 

You weren’t expecting a lot. But more than that at least. Perhaps a kiss, or shock or excitement or literally anything other than ‘that’s great’. But he had already turned his attention back to the film.

“You know, the use of the score here to help show the-”

He paused, brows furrowing and pursing his lips in a confused frown before looking over at you again. 

“Did you…did you say you love me?”

The moment he sees your smile it hits him, the moment of “oh my god you idiot your girlfriend just said she loves you and you respond with ‘that’s great!’ you fucking moron” 

You laughed as the bowl of popcorn in his hands slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground, spilling kernels all over his priceless carpet. 

“Actually, yeah, I did Javs. Thanks for finally noticing.”

“Oh my god-oh my god! You love me!!”

He launched himself onto you, pinning your giggling form between him and the couch as he cups your face in his hands and kisses you. 

Between each press of his lips to yours, you heard him mumble, frantic, desperate and downright giddy. 

“I love you” 

“I love you”

“I love you”

The movie Javier swore was snuffed out of an Oscar was forgotten in favor of shared kisses and soft declarations of love whispered against one another’s skin. You would rewatch it later that night curled up in his arms with his soft voice adding in excited commentary lulling you to a peaceful sleep. 

[liptonsbabe]

Birthday

Sirius Black x reader

Summary: Reader’s mad at Sirius ‘cuz he forgot her birthday. Something normal in him. Now he has to apology somehow

Word count: 1.6 k

Warnings: none(?

Same note as ever. English not my mother language. Tell me if something’s wrong pls

You were very excited, you could not camouflage your joy even if you tried to do so. The next day would be your birthday and you felt very happy about that. it would be your first birthday with Sirius as a couple and you were fully convinced that would be great. You left the Gryffindor common room in the way of the great hall to meet your best friends and your boyfriend. You greeted everyone with an effusive kiss on the cheek and Sirius with a kiss on the lips. Everyone looked at you confused

"What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing, we were waiting for you for breakfast" James replied raising his eyebrows looking at you confused

"Oh well, I'm here, let's eat!"

You smiled from ear to ear making James raise his eyebrows even higher

"(Y/N) are you okay?

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing, it’s just that you look different. It is weird to see you like this”

You laughed at your friend's comment

"No, no. I'm happy, very very happy. That’s all"

"And why are you so happy, love?" Sirius asked putting an arm around your shoulders. Remus lowered the book he was reading to look at you with a bright smile 

"Well ... let's say that tomorrow is a very special day"

"Oh yeah? Why?"

You ignored Sirius' question. You knew he was joking, he was your boyfriend, obviously he had to know what would happen tomorrow. Maybe he was just pretending so you wouldn't notice the surprise party he was throwing for you or something. Although you had to admit that Sirius knew how to hide that secret perfectly.

"You know why" You flirtatiously winked at your boyfriend and then gave him a kiss on the corner of the lips "Let's have a quick breakfast, we have History of Magic first thing in the morning"

The marauders grunted at the same time. You laughed and then had a well-deserved strawberry cake for breakfast.

The day had passed very tediously. You had done very badly on potions, transfiguration and charms and you assumed it was because you weren't focused enough on the subjects to think about the surprise that Sirius would give you the next day

On your birthday you woke up earlier than usual, quickly put on your uniform while doing your hair a bit, took some makeup and put it on your face, smiled at the little mirror you had on your stool and got out of your room bouncing until you reach the common room.

The place was deserted, you were the first to get up and get ready for the day, you bit your lip and waited for Sirius and the others to come down

It was more than half an hour until Sirius came down to the room still wearing the bottom of his pajamas, since he tended to sleep without a shirt; he rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw you smiling in the common room. He came up to you and kissed you sweetly

“Good morning doll”

“Good morning Sirius”

You waited for a birthday greeting, but it didn't come; Sirius just stood there, next to you looking at you with a lopsided smile. You raised an eyebrow

“You have nothing to say to me?” you questioned. Sirius shrugged

“Like what?”

“Something about ... today”

“Today?”He remarked confused until he seemed to remember something “Ah, yes, can i copy your astronomy homework for today's class? I just didn't have time to do it. James and I had a problem with a couple of Slytherin boys and we completely forgot about it”

You crossed your arms, disappointed

“Sirius, do you know what day it is today?

“Uh ... Tuesday?” He rubbed the back of his neck at the sudden angry tone you used. You shook your head

“Forget it”

Sirius's mouth was left in the middle of a word from your sudden escape. He heard you curse him under your breath and sob, but he couldn't understand why. He dropped into one of the chairs until Remus came jumping down the steps two at a time with a package in his hands.

“Hey, Sirius, have you seen (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, she just leave”

"Oh great," he said smiling. Sirius pointed the package

“What's that?”

“Oh! It's (Y/N)’s birthday present

Sirius jumped up completely scared

“What?!”

“It's a hand knitted sweater. I didn't have a lot of money to give her something better, but I hope she likes it. I did it myself ”he said proudly. Sirius paled

”Oh no. Oh no, shit!”

“What?”

“Remus, you're going to kill me but I forgot (Y/ N)’s birthday

Remus Lupin rolled his eyes holding the package tighter

“I'd be surprised if you didn't. Sometimes I think that you use the obliviate on yourself at night, I have no better reason to excuse your stupidity”

Sirius ran a hand through his long hair

"Help me, please”

“No, i won’t”

“PLEASE!”

“Will you be my slave for a week if I help you?” Sirius stuck his tongue out

“Never”

“I’m sorry for you then. Good luck”

Remus walked towards the portrait and before he left, Sirius stopped him

“Wait! I’ll do it”

“The offer was only valid when I proposed it. Now, solve this by yourself”

Remus strutted out at the great hall. Sirius ran up the stairs to his bedroom so fast that he bumped his little finger on the way up; he cursed his bad luck and put on his uniform as fast as he could

Sirius entered the great hall seeing how Remus and you were sitting together; You were putting on the sweater that Remus had given you over your uniform while smiling at your friend. The sweater was in Gryffindor colors and in the center was a baby lion. Sirius felt a twist in his stomach. He walked up to you and as he walked, he noticed how the greetings were raining down on you in the great hall making him feel bad

It wasn't even two seconds after Sirius sat down on the table when you stood up and left without even looking at him. James clapped him on the shoulder

“Remus has told me everything and you know? I think you are a moron”

“Yes, I know”

“What are you going to do now?” Peter asked

“Buy her a gift. A huge one to forgive me”

Remus chimed in

"She doesn't wants an expensive gift, she just wants you to remember the special dates." Sirius frowned.

“You don't know anything about women”

“Well, I know more about your girlfriend than you do” Peter and James laughed ”Look, if you want to give her something, just make sure it’s special

“Yeah, something like ... a necklace or something. Girls like those things”James added.

Sirius nodded

When classes ended Sirius's feet ached from following you through the hallways to apologize. You were ignoring him and Sirius felt very jealous when the boys from other houses greeted you and you thanked them with a smile; he felt terrible that others remembered his girlfriend's birthday and not him.

By that time, Sirius had already found the perfect gift and kept it in a small wooden box that he had gotten thanks to Peter. He hadn't even attended classes to find something you might like; In the end he decided on something very simple. He went to your room and knocked the door

“If you are James, Remus or Peter, come in. If you are Sirius you can fuck yourself"

"Baby please ..." Sirius begged behind the door.

“Don’t “baby please me” That’s not enough!”

“I know, but I've been asking for your forgiveness all day. I feel like a fool”

“Well that's what you are!”

"Love, open the door, please. I promise that if after what I have to say you can’t forgive me, then we will split up and I will walk away from you forever”

Sirius waited for five minutes for an answer. He was about to leave when the door opened. Sirius rushed in and knelt in front of you

“I'm so sorry, princess.I hate myself so much for forgetting such an important day. I'm a monster! I couldn't remember your birthday even if you indirectly told me the other day, I'm a fool. Don’t leave me please. I love you. I love you so much”

"Sirius, stand up" You helped him stand up and he handed you a box

“I bought you something. I know you might not want it after what happened, but I bought it with all the love in my heart”

You took the box and opened it. Your eyes filled with tears.

On the box was half a silver heart with a caption  on the front. Sirius took it between his fingers

“I have the other half. See?” He said taking the pendant out of his shirt. You connected both parts and saw that the caption said: I give you my heart "I carved it myself with my wand. I know it's not a big deal, but ...

You kissed him unexpectedly and then hugged him

“Oh Sirius, it's perfect”

“It is, but not as much as you are”

[yuna-dan]

I was going to get marry yesterday and my (future) wife and I are mooing around. I’m sad, even though I feel like I shouldn’t. Can you write a little Moceit?

You have all the rights to feel sad. I’m sorry that all of this it’s happening. I hope this helps you? it’s not little, though

-- Warning: Hanaki Disease. Hurt/Comfort. Does this counts as whump?

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Janus didn’t remember how he got in this situation.

Then again, he was the bad guy. Not Virgil, not Remus, him.

He felt another cough forming on his lungs, and he tried so damn hard to hide it, but in the end,  he let it out, covering his mouth with the thin handkerchief. The blue pastel petals were stained with dots of blood.

This was getting worse.

It wasn’t fair.

Of everyone he could fell for, he fell for the definition of a light side.

Remus and Virgil were two dark sides in love. Logan and Roman were two light sides in love. Why didn’t he could be happy? It wasn’t fair.

He was lying on his bed, alone with blue petals coming out of his mouth.

He was going to die alone.

Could sides die? What will happen to Thomas?

He closed his eyes, and a for a moment he imagined a life were the petals weren’t falling and he holding Patton’s hand.

--

Virgil could hear the coughing, from his room.

It was rough, fits of at least five minutes of horrible coughing. He wanted to ignore it, a part of him wondered if it was a snake trap, trust in me, when I’m down and he wanted to ignore it, but he wasn’t heartless.

In the middle of the night he went to the source of the noise, pausing outside Janus’ (it was weird, calling him again by his name) and he listened closely to the coughing. He didn’t knock, he opened the door, finding Janus holding his chest with a face twisted in pain.

“Jan-” He tried, but another coughing fit sprouted from Janus, and he run to his side. Janus didn’t even notice he was there, until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“G…Go away, Virgil.” He mumbled, trying to push him but Virgil didn’t move, simply held his hand and clean the sweat on his forehead.

They used to be best friends, before everything happens, before Virgil abandoned them, before everything went down. Remus forgive him, of course he did, Remus wasn’t there when he left for good, Remus was Remus. Virgil sometimes wondered if the reason that Janus didn’t trust the others was his fault, it probably was.

Sometimes he wishes he had never left, he wishes for everything to be okay, for Thomas to be happy and for them to be okay, but it wasn’t. Now, he could only hold Janus’ hand as he coughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m here…” He wasn’t sure why he was apologizing. Everything, maybe?

“I don’t want you here.” Janus looked up, and that’s when Virgil noticed the crushed petals on his mouth.

“Jan…” He didn’t know what to say. He remembered helping Roman when he started coughing dark-blueish petals, but that was easier. Logan run to his side, and Roman screamed in pain when he touched him.

“Hanaki.” Patton have said, holding his shoulder, “We’ll leave you alone.” And when Roman and Logan came out, holding hands, Roman was okay.

“How… Huh, how long has this been going?” He asked, not sure what else to say. Should he call Patton? Or  Logan? Logan was intelligent, he must know what to do.

“Why do you care?” He said, between heavy breaths and petals.

“You’re my friend.”

Lies tasted different for people. Remus rarely lied, so when he did, it tasted sweet. Like a kid saying I didn’t do it mama, like an over-sweet-lollipop that made Janus tongue feel numb. When Logan lied, it was like coke, almost fizzy. For Roman it was like green tea, like a comfort food. Patton’s lies were bitter, like when you bite a stem. Virgil’s lies were like acid candy.

This lie didn’t taste at all.

Janus’ eyes filled with tears, “Why aren’t you lying?”

“I never lie to you.”

There it was, the acidic sweetness, like a gummy-bear. Virgil chuckled, “Okay, I lie to you, a lot. But not about this, you’re my friend.”

Janus wanted to cry, but everything was hurting. Just the way air got in his lungs hurt, “How long?” Virgil asked again.

“Six months.”

Can sides die?

“Holly, shit.” Virgil abruptly stood up, and Janus tried, he tried to grabbed his hand because he didn’t want to be alone, “Patton! Patton come here right now!” He screamed, with his distorted voice. “I need your help!” Janus tried to stopped him, but the end, he really wanted to see Patton once more.

--

Patton couldn’t sleep.

He was in the kitchen, staring at an empty cup of tea. Nights like this, when he couldn’t sleep but he felt calm, where his favorite nights. Don’t get him wrong, he loved taking care of his fellow sides, but he loved peace.

That peace was broken with the distorted scream of his son, (yes, he knew that Virgil wasn’t his son, but he will call him like that, on his mind at least.)

“Dad.” Patton gave a broken smile. Whenever Virgil was scared, the word would slip out, it was cute, but it hurt when Virgil called him Patton instead. “Dad, I need your help.”

“Sure, kiddo. Just let me clean…”

“No, there’s no time, come.”  He grabbed his hand and guided him to the dark part of the mindscape. As soon as Patton entered, he heard the coughing.

Loud coughing.

They entered to Janus’ room, who was tossing in pain, holding his chest. He ran to him, forgetting for a moment about Virgil.

He got closer to the bed, kneeling at the side of Jan, “Hey, sweetheart.” Janus whimpered, “It’s okay.” He didn’t know what to do.

His feelings for the snaked-like side were confusing. He wasn’t capable of hating, but their first interactions were like that. Deceit. It felt weird on his tongue now, calling him other thing than Janus, he would call him bee, because of the yellow and black and Janus would glare at him, but it was cute, so they never stopped. When Janus revealed his name, when he showed that he was more than lies Patton stopped feeling bad about him.

It was weird, how closer they became when everything went down-hill.

Things were better, now. Roman was feeling better every day, Logan was feeling listened to, Virgil feel useful, and Remus, well, Patton noticed he was happier, but it was hard to read the dark creativity.

He touched the scaled side, trying to remove a tear that was forming on his eye, but the simple touch made Janus screamed in pain. He heard Roman’s voice what’s happening as Virgil tried to keep everyone outside.

“Hanaki…”

“Hey Pat.”

Patton felt his eyes filling with tears, “You moron!” Janus eyes opened, as if he was scared, “If you’ve told me before!”

He made an impulsive movement, he knew, but he wanted to save him. The pastel blue petals were everywhere now, and Janus face was burning. He grabbed both of his cheeks and pulled him for a kiss.

It wasn’t sweet. Janus was probably shocked, because he didn’t reciprocate it. He tasted the flowers on his lips. When Patton pulled back, Janus was staring at him.

“You don’t have to lie…”

“I don’t think I am. I can’t say I’m in love with you,” Patton said, thinking his words, “not yet, at least. I do like you, however. I, uhm. I like the way you tried to lie, or how your forked tongue slits out when someone else is lying, as if you’re tasting the air.”

Janus whimpered, “I like your eyes, and the way they shine when you talk about something you are passionate about. I like how you deal with the bad guy persona for our sake.”

“I like you.”

This time, when they kissed, Patton didn’t taste the flowers.

[thestarsarejusthelicopters]

Don’t Talk Dumb to Me

request from anon

Genre: a little bit of angst :/ a little bit of fluff <3 Pairing: Yoongi x reader  Summary: Yoongi accidentally brings up one of your insecurities during an argument. Word Count: 1,116 A/N: yaahhh I’m so sorry that this took me a while to get done~ pls forgive me TT also there wasn’t any specified member, so I chose Yoongi ^^ 

“Yah, Y/N! Have you seen my neck pillow anywhere?”

You look up from the TV to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway of the living room with his hands in his pockets and a tired look on his face.

“Hmm? Oh, you mean that old thing that you always have around with you? I threw it out when I was cleaning the house today, Jagi. Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one, okay?” You’re about to turn back to the television when-

“What?!” Your head snaps back up to see a red-faced Yoongi with his eyes wide open in shock. You raise your eyebrows, not understanding what the big deal was. “It’s just a neck pillow, Yoongi. I don’t know why you’re so upset,” you pout, hoping that it’ll make him forgive you for whatever you’ve done wrong. “Besides, I already said I’d get you another one, oppa. Don’t be mad.”

Yoongi throws his head back, groaning. “No, Y/N, you don’t understand. That pillow was special. I need it, okay? Just- Can’t you get it back?”

You frown, a little miffed that he couldn’t even appreciate the fact that you’ve cleaned the entire goddamn house while he was out. “Well, you can’t get it back, Yoongi. I’m sorry, but I told you I threw it away. Unless you want to take a trip to the garbage dump, it’s gone. I’m sorry, okay? I really am. I didn’t know it meant so much to you. I’ll get you one that’s just as comfortable, alright? We can even go now if you want,” you say, reaching out for the TV remote. “Just calm down. And please don’t yell at me, Yoongi. You know I don’t like it when you raise your voice-”

“Shit, Y/N, why are you so stupid?” You freeze at his words. “If you hadn’t thrown it away then we wouldn’t even be arguing right now!” he shouts at you, lifting his arms angrily. “Why can’t you just-”

“You did not just say that to me.” You feel your arms tighten by your side and your hands clench into fists as you watch your boyfriend’s face contort in confusion.

“What?”

Your eyes narrow and you feel the first wave of tears threaten to spill. “You know what you said, Yoongi.”

He shakes his head, annoyed, and still oblivious. “What the fuck did I say to you that would make you any more upset than I am about what you did to my pillow without asking me, Y/N? Please, tell me. I want to know,” he says sarcastically, crossing his arms across his chest, waiting for you to say something.

You take a deep breath and wipe away the one lone, stray tear that was running down your cheek. “You know I hate being called that. You know I’ve heard it all my life. You were the one person who never said that to me, Yoongi. Now, I guess everybody thinks I’m just an idiot, right? I’m stupid. I’m a moron. Am I right, Yoongi?” you say, raising your own voice as you stand up. “Tell me that I’m wrong. But that’s what you said, right? Unless I’m crazy too, I’m almost positive that you just called me the one word I absolutely hate being called.”

Yoongi just stares at you, speechless. He doesn’t move until you start to, trying to move past him to get your coat. “Wait, where are you going?” he says, grabbing your arm.

Scoffing, you turn around and roll your eyes. “I just need to go outside, okay? Let go of me.” And he does.

You snatch your coat from the hook and start to head to the door when you suddenly feel two arms wrap around your waist and pull you into a hug. You squirm, dropping your coat in the process, trying to free yourself, but it’s hopeless. “Yoongi, stop it. Let go.”

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into it, and you can’t help but giggle, trying to escape. “Stop, Yoongi! You know that tickles!” He just laughs and continues, and even starts to place tiny kisses on your neck. You smile. It was hard not to fall for whatever Yoongi did. He was just too good at making you love him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Really, really sorry,” He turns you around so that you’re now facing each other, with his arms still wrapped around you. “You know I didn’t mean that, right?” He leans down to kiss your forehead.

You purse your lips, trying to act still upset from what happened earlier. “Please, Jagi. Y/N, you know I didn’t mean it. You know I’d never say that to you, right? I’d never hurt you like that, baby. You know that.”

“Do I really?” you challenge, angling your head to the side as you start running your hands over his chest.

“Are you going to forgive me, Y/N?” He whines. It’s his turn to pout now.

“That depends,” you say as you place the lightest kiss at the corner of his mouth. He instantly tries to catch your mouth in his, but you tilt your head away, smirking when he pouts yet again. “I’ll forgive you if you forgive me,” you say, sneaking another kiss onto his jawbone.

“Okay,” he says, immediately agreeing with you, “Now can I get a proper kiss, please?”

You grin as you crane your head up, standing on your tip-toes, and kiss him, really this time. He smiles into the kiss and deepens it as he wraps his arms tighter around you. “I love you, babe. So much.” You lower your eyes, blushing, and bite down on your lip trying to suppress your smile, but there’s no use.

You’re about to reply when Yoongi picks you up suddenly and you squeal as you’re being flung over his shoulder. “Ahh Yoongi, put me down! Yoongi- ah!”

“Tell me you love me too, Y/N,” is all you hear as you continue to flail around. “You didn’t even give me a chance, Yoongi! That isn’t fair!”

He shrugs and you shriek, trying to grab hold of the back of his shirt as you feel a little drop. “Alright, alright, Yoongi! I love you, okay?”

He just laughs and keeps you on his shoulder, shaking you slightly on purpose. You let out another little yelp and start to laugh as well.

Nobody said love was going to be smooth. But you knew with Yoongi, he’d stay by your side no matter how bumpy the road got. And out of all the things that you loved about him, no matter how big or small, that was the thing that you loved most.