#she's watching everybody make the same mistakes all over again but can't change any of it without showing them what she really is

[rhysintherain]

I wish I could come up with a productive way to write without living in my characters' heads 24/7.

[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

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Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

track two: hit different - sza & ty dolla $ign

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Tremors

Let's get you out of the sun for a spell.

Please move your fat ass.

Well, when I'm your age I'll probably forget what I eat, too.

How many cows does it take to make a stampede? Is it like three or more? Is there a minimum speed?

You will have long blonde hair, big green eyes, nice full breasts that stand up and say hello, ass that won't quit. And legs, legs that go all the way up!

Yeah, well, I'm getting what I refer to scientifically as "weird vibes."

They're all the same; dead weight. Can't make a decision, can't walk because of their shoes, can't work because of their fingernails. Make my skin crawl!

Well, I'm a victim of circumstance.

Twenty years of looking for a woman exactly like Miss October 1968, and where'd it get me?

Down, honey, down.

The way you worry, you're gonna have a heart attack before you get to survive World War III.

Right. We plan ahead. That way we don't do anything right now.

The idea was; we were ripping you off.

Now, you know I'm good for it.

Are we too easy-going?

If we're gonna take the plunge we oughta have a better plan than that.

Stop it! Stop it, you horrid animal!

God almighty, my mama sure didn't raise me for this.

You're the one's gotta have a plan.

What keeps us doing jobs like this is you dragging your feet.

You gonna stand there in broad daylight and tell me you think I'm the reason we're still here?

I'll call that little bluff.

Forget it, man. It's not worth it.

We did it! We faced temptation and we did not bend!

Last chance, asshole.

Jeez, look at that guy.

You're full of shit.

He must've really been drunk this time.

You damn fool, you owe me on this one

Well, whatever the hell happened it's just one more goddamn good reason to haul ass out of this place.

Hey, where the hell's that asshole dog?

We got a killer on the loose!

He's cutting people's heads off!

I'd high-tail for town if I was you!

The phone is out!

We've gotta get the police up here.

Well, there's sure as hell nothing to stop us now.

Is some higher force at work here?

Are we asking too much of life?

You on a booze break or what?!

Where are the bullets? Don't we have any goddamn bullets?

Hey, I don't want spend the night out here!

What the hell you doing back already?

Unreal! Where'd you get it?

It's disgusting.

So, it's some kind of snake?

It's dead all right. Tore the damn thing in half.

There's gotta be more out there, a lot more.

Slick as snot and I'm not lying.

Look, we organize, we arm ourselves.

We go out, we find those damn snake things, we make 'em extinct.

Might be aliens. Who knows?

Why go looking for trouble?

Phone's out. Road's out. We're on our own.

I'm dead. Let's finish in the morning.

Just keep looking at that beautiful sky.

Damn that thing!

Well, what's wrong with it?

You sure this is where it was?

God, what a stink!

Something's got me!

Oh, God! Get me Out!! GET ME OUT!!

Somebody stop it!

You want the rifle or the Smith?

IT'S GOT ME! IT's GOT ME! AAAAHGH!

You stupid punk!

One of these days, [NAME], somebody's gonna kick your ass.

Come back with the Sheriff.

Come back with the National Guard.

That means we're gonna be out here, like, in the dark.

Oh, man, I hate this shit.

Ride like hell.

How could they bury an entire Plymouth station wagon?

They're under the goddamn ground!

There must be a million of them!

It's gaining on us!

We can do it, we can do it!

We killed the bastard!

Did you just notice something weird?

Think it smells like that 'cause it's dead?

I think they shoot right outta its mouth, hook you, and pull you right in.

Good thing we stopped it before it killed anybody else.

I'm lucky it didn't find me.

This is like, well, let's say it, it's probably the biggest zoological discovery of the century.

Just look at what we caught here!

This is one big mother!

Come on, nobody's ever seen one of these!

There are five more of these things!

Five more?

If you compare the different readings, there have to be five.

There's nothing like them in the fossil record, I'm sure.

I'd vote for outer space. No way those are local boys.

The government built them, a big surprise in the next war.

How the hell's it even know we're still here?

It can sense the slightest seismic vibration, hear every move we make.

I always wanted to be stuck on a desert island. But somehow I always imagined, you know, water.

You know, I hate to be crude, but I'm gonna have to take care of some business here.

I'll tell you, if you ever wanted proof God is a man, this is it.

Running's not a plan. Running is what you do when the plan fails.

You're not even trying to come up with a plan!

Think it's still following us?

You go north, I'll go south.

Well, I'm scared, but I'm not sorry.

All right, I'm about as subtle as a donkey's ass.

You think we're not even safe here in town?

I think we should all get the hell out while the getting's good.

You should have a theory at least.

This valley's just one long smorgasbord and if we don't haul ass outta here we're the next course.

You little ass wipe!

You knock that off or you're gonna be shitting that basketball!

Where are we going to go that's safer than right here?

I'm gonna kick his ass!

Man, you got a gun?!

Big as a house!

Remember, no noise. No vibration.

Get off your pogo stick!

Go back, for chrissake!

Come on! Outta your pants!

Just run! Run like screaming fuck!

This oughta hurt like hell.

So, is that one of your usual jobs, saving peoples' lives?

How long till they go away?

Shut it up! Shut the little bastard up!

Quiet! Quiet you hateful thing!

Chuck him out the door!

Son of a bitchin' lowlife, putrid, scum.

I got enough food here to last us for weeks.

Jesus! Shut it off!

Can't you shout a little quieter?

How the hell long it take you to change a tire?

They're coming after you! They're coming right now!

Big monsters under the ground, [NAME]!

Broke into the wrong goddamn rec room, didn't you, you BASTARD!

We killed that motherfucker!

Uh, be advised, however, there are four more, repeat, four more motherfuckers.

They got one! They killed one of the sons of bitches!

You're not getting any penetration, even with the elephant gun.

Never figured on having to shoot through dirt! Best goddamn bullet stop there is.

They can feel our vibrations, but they can't find us.

The bastards are up to something.

Oh, wow, man! No way! No fucking way, man!

They're gonna tear this whole town out from under us!

We'll come get everybody. Just hang on tight.

Since when the hell's every goddamn thing up to us?!

We don't have a hell of a lot of time here.

We need a helicopter is what we need, or a goddamn tank.

Jesus. It's slower than hell.

Couldn't we distract them somehow?

We need a decoy.

Hey, [NAME], you wanna make a buck?

We're gonna save our asses here!

Get real. I'm faster than you.

Damn. Guess I have to do it.

Watch your ass, shithead.

Don't worry about me, jerkoff.

You goddamn suicidal son of a bitch!

He'll never make it! They're gonna get him!

HEY, YOU SORRY SONS OF BITCHES, COME AND GET ME!

Goddamn good thinking!

Me next!

Get me off of here!

We got about three seconds!

God damn! Armored transport!

What do you think? Max firepower or...?

I'd go for penetration.

Give me a gun! I'll take one!

I wouldn't give you a gun if it was World War Three.

Underground goddamn monsters?!

Any sign of'em?

Maybe they're taking a dump.

What the hell are they doing? They're up to something.

I don't care what they're doing as long as they're doing it way over there.

They dug a trap! I can't believe this!

Hungry?! Eat this!!

Here they come! They're coming back!

They'll sure as hell get us if we stay here!

[NAME] do you have any more of those things?

Then, when the explosion happens, if it drives them away again, we all run like goddamn bastards!

What if it doesn't scare them? What if they don't run?

They're so sensitive to sound, they have to run! It hurts too much!

We're gonna run. Get ready.

They're too fast! You can't outrun them, no way!

It worked! There they go!

You asshole! There's no bullets in this gun!

Could we make it to the mountains?

What's the matter with you? What are you talking about?!

Those animals would have killed you!

You haven't seen what they can do.

They're not falling for it!

I'll make'em pay attention, goddamnit

We can't kill them all.

Use the fucking bomb!

This better be one great plan!

We could make some real money off this whole thing, get in People magazine.

Sell the movie rights.

You're really leaving, huh?

There's going to be major research up here.

And thanks for everything, you know, saving my life and stuff.

Civil? I'm civil.

You're not civil, you're glum.

We got the world by the tail with a downhill pull and all of a sudden you go glum on me.

Somebody paying you to do this?

She just practically asked you for a date.

God, my work is never done.

Fine, make the mistakes I did.

I think I'll just be playing this hand myself.

I'd goddamn worship her.

Can you fly, sucker?! CAN YOU FLY?!

[hwauas]

🕊️: "our new life starts today"

park seonghwa (박성화) jeong yunho (정윤호) - 2,344 words

     “are you ready, baby? we'll go home all together.~”

Seonghwa was sitting on a chair. his baby, his daughter, was on his knees.

     it had been a long fight for them to have this baby. Seonghwa and Yunho had to go through piles of papers to fill in, informations to give, social workers' meticulous visits to be sure the place they live in was safe enough for a baby. and when everything was fine, the problem came from the family.

     it wasn't new for any of them: Seonghwa's family wasn't really comfortable about their son being in a relationship with an another man, and they never supported them in the steps to adopt their little girl. but Seonghwa was ready to go through this to fulfill his desire to be a father. he wanted to give his everything to his own family.

it often broke Yunho's heart to know they hadn't any support from them. it was more heartbreaking to see Seonghwa determined like this even though, deep inside him, he was disappointed in them.

and today, seeing his boyfriend with their child on his knees was the recognition of all their works the past years, all the choices they had to do, and all the sacrifices they had to do.

     “all together, we will have a happy life from now on. okay baby?”

since Yunho had already his coat on, he carefully picked up their baby in his arms. Seonghwa also put his coat on, and took the baby's bag with all her stuffs. they both respectfully thanked the orphanage workers, and left. it was a whole new life ahead them.

     “we're not late to greet our families at home, at least.”

Seonghwa said as he put the bag in the boot while Yunho was buckling up baby in her car seat.

“well.. i think i should say your family.”

     “don't say that, babe. even though they never supported us the past years in all our steps. we're finally having our daughter at home, maybe they'll be here to meet her.”

     Seonghwa only shrugged. he was pretty sure his parents wouldn't come. why would they? they never asked anything about the baby once they knew they'd have this one. they were not interested in their son adopting and giving them the change to be called grandfather and grandmother.

     the ride to their place finally came to an end. during the past fifteen minutes, Seonghwa often looked back to be sure the baby was doing well, meanwhile Yunho seemed to be even more prudent while driving. he did so well that their daughter fell asleep in her car seat.

     once they reached their place, Seonghwa was the first one to come out of the car. he carefully removed the belt around his baby's body, and picked her up. since she was still very young and still had troubles holding her back and head straight, he was carrying her in a layed position with both of his arms. Yunho took the baby's bag this time, and they both made their way inside of their little house.

     everything was ready for her: there were toys adapted to her age in a corner of the lounge dining room, there also was a playpen for her. she already had her own room, yet her bed was in his fathers' room for the moment since her nights were still complicated. in her room, a lot of clothes were ready. and finally, everything was ready for her baths, from a tiny bathtub to adapted shower gel and shampoo for her delicate skin.

     Seonghwa carefully placed their treasure in her little deckchair, and removed his jacket. she looked to sleep peacefully. he sat next to her, looking her tiny sleeping face with pure love in his eyes.

once Yunho put the things in the baby's bag away, he quickly came and sat next to him.

     “she's stunning.. right?”

Yunho's eyes moved from his daughter to his boyfriend. he couldn't ask for more at this moment.

     “she is.. i just can't believe yet she's finally here.. after so much time.. i can't believe we did it.”

Seonghwa looked up Yunho. their gazes met the other's. with a bright smile, Yunho put a hand on the other's thigh.

     “i know right.. it's unbelievable. we're finally fathers..”

     Seonghwa nodded. with a little smile, he pecked Yunho's lips, and sat up. he knew Yunho was here, around their baby to be sure nothing goes wrong. he left the room to put his jacket away in the entrance hall, and went into the kitchen. he wanted everything to be perfect to greet Yunho's family, and maybe his own. this is why he made appetizers, and prepared few things for a kind of aperitif all together to celebrate this moment.

     a hour after, after everything was done and ready on a table in the lounge dining room, the doorbell rang. this sound scared the baby in a lighter sleep. she started to cry, but Yunho quickly picked her up to reassure her. Seonghwa was the one to meet Yunho's parents, a bright smile.

     “miss Jeong, sir Jeong! welcome here.~”

he let them in, and led them to the main room. Yunho, with a bright smile and a calmer baby in his arms, stood up to greet his parents.

     “mom, dad! thank you for coming today to meet her!”

he almost laughed when he saw his mom putting away as fast as possible her coat and bag to come to see her granddaughter.

     “oh my god... your baby is stunning...”

Yunho's mom was amazed by the little girl's beauty. but Yunho's father, for the moment, was too busy congratulating his son, now a father.

     “i'm proud of you, son. you're finally a father.. you both gave us the chance to be called grandfather and grandmother, and you both gave us an amazing little girl. i'm really proud of the things you've done.”

Yunho's father faced Seonghwa right after. Seonghwa was looking at the scene, a little bit aback. even though his eyes were shining because if his happiness, his heart broke a little too. he wished his parents were here, and he wished his parents were telling him the same.

“the same goes for you, Seonghwa. you're like my son, now.”

     Seonghwa bowed respectfully, his smile hiding his sadness.

     the next minutes, Yunho sat down on the couch with his parents by his sides. the little girl first was restless because of the two people she didn't know. but Yunho managed to calm her down, repeating her he was here and they were her grandparents. she finally calmed down, allowing her grandparents to give her some love with sweet attentions and gestures.

     Seonghwa again stayed aback, watching this scene with a broken heart. the time they asked their families to came at was over now — as he said to Yunho, they wouldn't came.

he slipped away, and went out to walk around the house. his head was full of questions: was it his fault his family didn't come? didn't they care at all about their son, and granddaughter?

Yunho stuck out his head through the door. and when he saw Seonghwa there, he came by his side.

     “hey babe... i know you're hurt your parents didn't come..”

he softly wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Yunho engulfed Seonghwa into a sweet hug.

     “you were right. inside of me.. i hoped they would come to meet our daughter. it hurts to be abandoned like that by my own parents because of a sexual orientation i didn't even choose...”

Seonghwa rested his head on Yunho's shoulder. he was almost crying.

     “i know right, i know right... but now, as you said multiple times in the past, you have your own family. and you have mine. to my parents, you're like their son. you're not alone in this, babe.”

they stayed like this, a few dozens of seconds for Seonghwa to feel better and get ready to go back inside.

     as soon as they were about to go back inside, they heard a car horn. Seonghwa stopped on the doorstep, and turned over. the car coming closer was a car he knew pretty well: it was his parents' car.

with sparkling eyes, he patiently waited for his parents to stop the vehicle and go out. Yunho stayed right behind him, a hand on Seonghwa's waist.

     Seonghwa's mom was the first one to step out of the car. she approached her son. no one could explain or describe her facial expression. it was almost emotionless.

Seonghwa didn't move when his mom stopped in front of him, looking straight into his eyes. his dad also approached them, but the whole atmosphere just tensed up a little more because of this silence. four people, and no one was talking.

    “we came to meet your baby. and our granddaughter.”

the woman finally broke the silence. and it was enough for Seonghwa to tear up. his mom hugged him tightly, and he quickly did the same.

     “thank you mom... thank you so much...”

     Yunho shook Seonghwa's dad's hand with a little smile, and mentionned him to go inside. Seonghwa and his mom quickly followed, and went inside too.

they both removed their coats, and put their bags aside, but one.

of course, both Seonghwa's parents and Yunho's parents greeted each other, even though they didn't know each other very well.

     Yunho softly picked up his daughter again from his mom's arms. after Seonghwa nodded, he approached Seonghwa's parents to show her to them.

     “she is... adorable...”

Seonghwa's mom was admiring her granddaughter's face meanwhile the big baby's eyes were looking deep in the woman's eyes.

     “hello little one. we are one of your father's parents.”

Seonghwa's dad waved to her with a little smile, and then looked back at his son.

“Seonghwa, we're sorry for everything that happened the last few years. we shouldn't have behaved like that. of course, it was a big mistake of us. we used the past years to learn more about homosexuality and about homoparental family. if you both still want us as her grandparents... we are ready to start over the last years to make things better.”

     again, Seonghwa had sparkling eyes. his whole life was changing for the best. he wasn't expecting that at all.

“i missed you both so much...”

     “since everything is going better...”

Yunho's father took out a bottle of champagne from a bag they brought, and placed it on the table, next to the appetizers.

“let's celebrate their new life properly!”

     Seonghwa nodded, and mentionned everybody to sit around the table. on each side, there were a family: the Park family on a side, the Jeong family on the other. and at both ends of the table, Seonghwa, and Yunho.

     Yunho was still carrying their baby who was calmly playing with a little plushie, and a dummy in her mouth. as Yunho was very cuddly, he couldn't help but kiss her face times to times, and stroke the top of her head with his free hand.

     Seonghwa went to the kitchen to grab as much flutes as needed, and came back to give them to Yunho's father. when he was about to pop the champagne, Yunho tried his best to cover baby's ears.

     it was a very cheerful moment. it could have been a very beautiful picture.

     “let's make a toast to their baby, and our granddaughter!”

the flutes quickly got filled with champagne, and everybody took theirs to clink the glasses.

“don't cross anyone's arm.”

     “but you gotta tell us more about her!”

Seonghwa giggled at Yunho's mom comment. he sipped on his flute, and nodded.

     “so.. our baby is about to have five months. she was born on November 26th. she is healthy and has any problem. she's very calm and don't even babble this much. they thought this baby could be perfect for us because of her young age. she will grow up with two fathers and it will be normal for her until she's in the age to notice she has two fathers. but also because she loves being in someone's arms. and they noticed we were quite cuddly when it comes to someone we love.”

with a little smile, he stood up and went by Yunho's side.

“and last but not least... her name is Park Aran.”

      the four grandparents clapped when they get to know her name. they were all smiling, looking at her being so calm in Yunho's arm.

     “Aran, what a beautiful name...”

     “so she is a Park?”

Seonghwa's father asked, and smiled as his son nodded.

     “but.. we didn't really talked about that, yet...”

Yunho looked up to Seonghwa. he frowned, looking quite lost.

at this moment, everybody stopped talking and clapping to listen. they were curious about what will be Seonghwa's answer, and were ready to say something if it ever turned out to be an argument.

     “but i did. and...”

Seonghwa quickly went and grabbed a little red box in a piece of furniture.

“and i think it will be easier for her to have the same family name as us. don't you think so, puppy?”

Seonghwa opened the little box and revealed a beautiful ring.

     this ring meant a lot in the Park family, since it was the ring Seonghwa's mom gave to his father for their very first Valentine's day together. they were young.

Seonghwa's dad noticed it and smiled wider. he was even more happy about what was happening.

     Yunho's eyes got teary. a smile was growing bigger on his face. as a sign, even Aran had a big smile. she bounced in Yunho's arms and let out a cute chuckle that got everyone falling for her.

     “i think she agrees and wants to be a Park too. so, Jeong Yunho. will you marry me?”

     “of course i will!”

Yunho passionately kissed Seonghwa as their parents were clapping and congratulating them.

after this kiss, Seonghwa put the ring around Yunho's ring finger.

     today, a new chapter of their life was starting..

[peachybowen]

stupid • r.b

series masterlist

pt.1 pt.2

pairing: ricky bowen x reader

warnings: none

songs: Falling For U by Peachy! and mxmtoon, Wondering by Julia Lester and Olivia Rodrigo

words: 3.6k

AND ALSO I’M HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT I HAVE A MASTERLIST 🤪 YOU CAN SEE WHAT I’M WORKING ON AND YEAHHH

A/N: feedback is always appreciated 🥺 I’m sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. Enjoy xx

I have dreamed of playing the lead since 5th grade. Of course I didn't tell anyone besides my brother and Cousin. When I got home last night, my brother and I talked. He was happy for me. Ej also said that he was really proud of me but he also added that he thinks that Nini deserved better.

,,Yo, what's up? I'm trading in my East High Leopards gear to be a Wildcat, starting today, because it's the day of the read-through! Blessed to be playing Chad. Swipe up for a link to tickets.'' EJ said holding his phone up, smiling the whole time.

,,Hi!'' Ash and I exclaimed simultaneously, walking up to EJ.

,,Say hi to my cousin and my little sister and bye to my cousin and sister.'' he turned his phone off and put it in his jeans pocket.

,,You're in a good mood.'' I mentioned and continued walking beside him, with Ash on his other side.

,,That's just for the fans, Y/N. Inside I'm a bucket of sad.'' he stated and I looked at Ash and then at him.

,,You still not over the not-getting Troy thing?'' Ash asked.

,,I put 3 years into this drama department and now I have to understudy my girlfriend's ex?'' he turned to me.

,,No offense Y/N.” he added and I just laughed and waved it off.

,,I know it sucks. But, I mean; Y/N is Gabriella and I don't think we would want an incest couple in our play, you know.'' Ash explained and I cringed at the thought.

,,Ash is 100% right.'' I agreed and started walking faster, Ash right behind me.

When we arrived at the rehearsal room, I saw Ej putting the Chad Danford card next to the Gabriella one. Ricky and I didn't talk much since the auditions and maybe, just maybe, that was my fault. I have been avoiding him, which was actually pretty hard considering I had almost all my classes with him. He tried to talk to me here and there but I just hummed in response most of the time. Honestly I was just trying to get over my crush on him. He still wasn't over Nini and he actually wanted to take part in the musical for her and I kinda ruined his chances because she did not get the lead. I also didn't want to ruin our friendship. We were friends since kindergarten and I wanted to keep him as a friend. After the auditions, Ash came over. She actually told me not to avoid Ricky but I just thought it was a good idea. Of course Ej agreed with me.

,,Could everyone take their assigned seats?'' Ms.Jenn asked loud enough for everone to hear. I walked to my seat and noticed that Ej put the cards back to how they were.  I sat down with a sigh. Soon after Miss Jenn actually asked Big Red to read the stage directions because Natalie, the stage director, wasn't there. And like 5 seconds after that Ricky took the seat next to me. I looked at Ash, who was sitting across from me. She smiled and turned her attention to the blonde drama teacher.

,,I realize that you all walked in here as strangers.'' she started looking at us.

,,Actually, I'm Y/N and EJ’s, cousin!'' Ashlyn corrected. I could see Ricky looking at me out of the corner of my eye but I just ignored him.

,,But after today, you're a family. Please take your neighbors' hand.'' she finished and everyone did what the teacher said. I took Gina's hand and turned my head to Ricky, who was holding his hand out for me. I took his hand but avoided eye contact.

,,Hand.'' Ms.Jenn said as soon as she saw that Ej and Ricky weren't holding hands. Their heads shot in my direction when they heard me giggle. I stopped immediately.

,,Feel each other's energy. Let the silence speak volumes. In a world full of no, this is a space full of yes.'' the drama teacher preached.

,,Nice. Did you just come up with that?'' Carlos whispered to the middle-aged woman.

,,I did.'' she replied, smiling at him. It was silent. Nobody said anything and I could feel Ricky staring again and I just turned my head to Gina and smiled at her. Seconds later Ms.Jenn started singing ''We're all in this together.''. I let go of Ricky and Gina's hand and looked at the script on my table, highlighting my lines. Ash started to clap after Ms.Jenn finished singing. Nobody clapped beside her so she stopped and everyone looked at her.

,,"Sharpay heads for class, hears singing," "opens the door to the biology lab." "She finds Gabriella and Taylor washing their hands." "They turn to find there are no paper towels in the dispenser. They-'''' Big Red was disrupted by Miss Jenn before he could continue reading.

,,Try to read the punctuation.'' she instructed and smiled at the redhead.

,,"Sharpay comma heads for class period.'''' he said and I grinned. He was so oblivious sometimes it was cute.

We took a break after reading act one. I was talking to Ash but I also kinda watched my brother and Nini talking. And, yes, Ricky looked at them too. Nini got a text, she laughed, and Ricky was on his phone so it was kinda obvious that he sent her a meme or something like that. Ej glared at him and sat down again.

,,Cool glasses.'' I turned my head to see Seb taking a seat next to Ashlyn. She smiled.

,,Thanks. They're my grandmas.'' she acknowledged.

,,I have the same ones at home.'' he laughed.

,,Really? Why?'' I asked, trying to join the conversation again.

,,So, I can see when I'm milking.'' he replied and I was confused.

Milking?

Before I had the chance to ask what he meant by that, Miss Jenn said that we were gonna continue.

I was on stage waiting for Ricky. Ms.Jenn wanted us to start rehearsing early and I wasn't really thrilled. When he came running in, he said that he was sorry for being late.

,,We're diving into page 97.'' Ms.Jenn directed and handed us the script.

,,You mean the last scene?'' Ricky asked just as confused as I was. The teacher just hummed in response.

,,You wanna rehearse this? It's just one line.'' I also asked.

,,Yeah, I've got one, too.'' Ricky stated turning to me.

,,And then there's the kiss.'' Ms.Jenn exclaimed. I looked at her and started to panic.

,,There was no-. I don't remember a kiss in what we read yesterday.'' I stuttered trying to reason with her.

,,It was very much in the original movie.''

,,I only remember a hug.'' I augmented further. I wasn't really in the mood to kiss my best friend. It would just make things more awkward between us.

,,The kiss ended up being cut. Little racy for its time.'' she explained looking at me with a smile.

Later that day I sat in Miss Jenn's office, explaining to her that I just couldn't kiss Ricky.

°Ej's POV°

I was standing outside Ms.Jenn's office, waiting for Y/N when Ashlyn walked up to me.

,,Hi!'' she greeted cheerfully.

,,Go away.'' I simply said.

,,No, you go away. You're standing in front of my locker.''

I stepped away and she opened the locker.

,,I can't believe this. She's around Ricky's finger.''

,,Who?'' Ash asked and looked at me.

,,Miss Jenn! She added a kiss.'' I explained and Ashlyn rolled her eyes.

,,Ej, stop. He's not bribing our director.'' she interrupted.

,,Y/N doesn't want to kiss him, Ash. And I don't want that either.''

,,Being her big brother doesn't mean you own her.'' she commented. I rolled my eyes and changed the subject.

,,I need you to do me a favor.''

,,What kind of favor?'' she asked with a raised brow.

,,I need you to borrow Nini's phone.'' I explained and she looked at me like I was crazy.

,,Borrow? As in steal?''

I just nodded. I needed to be 100% sure that Ricky wasn't in the way of my relationship. Nini was different. She wasn't like other girls. The girl helped me be a better person.

,,Okay, you've just gone up 3 levels of scary!'' the girl stressed, shocked by my words. She tried to reason with me for a bit but then she left, leaving me standing alone in front of the office, waiting for my sister.

°Y/N’s pov°

,,I'm kinda lost. If the play is over, why would we still be dancing?'' Ricky asked beside me. We were back in the rehearsing room. Just as I was about to answer, Carlos came up from behind us.

,,It's a certain call. You're the last two to come out. We want to bring the audience to their feet!'' he explained snickering.

,,Teach them the dance.'' Ricky joked.

,,Carlos? Can we wait for Miss Jenn?'' I pleaded kinda just wanting the director there.

,,Miss Jenn is busy tracking down a prop. She's asked me to create a crescendo, people, so let's stop swirling and let's start twirling.'' Carlos directed calmly.

,,But why are we practicing the bows when we haven't even practiced the play?'' Ricky asked still confused.

,,Because you start with the hardest dance that takes the longest to learn. It's in the Big Book of Broadway.'' Carlos started. Gina came up behind him.

,,Page 374.'' they both finished at the same time. Gina walked away after they both high-fived each other.

Shortly after we started practicing the dance. Ricky was terrible. I mean he tried but he did not succeed. Kinda embarrassing.

,,What is he doing?'' Nini asked from the side as soon as the music stopped. I turned to look at her. She stepped forward and looked at Carlos.

,,Why you're talking to him? I'm right here.''

And that was when I took a step back. I wasn't in the mood to be in the middle of Nini and Ricky drama. I had enough of that over the summer.

,,'Cause you're not here. Not for the right reasons.'' Nini snapped.

,,What's that supposed to mean?'' Ricky asked standing right in front of her. Everyone was silent. Nobody wanted to interrupt that conversation.

,,What I said, Ricky. You hate musicals. You're doing this so we're in each other's grills.''

Carlos took a step forward to break the two apart but they kept on going.

,,Now you're rubbing some weird cologne on your neck.''

,,Hey, you love Throb!''

,,And wasting everybody's time by making fun of something that the rest of us take seriously.'' the brown-haired girl ranted. After the words left her mouth, Carlos told everyone to take a five-minute break and to get out. I stayed just being moral support for Carlos and Ricky. He and Nini argued for a few more seconds, my brother's name was mentioned and Ricky left. Just as Miss Jenn came back, Ricky walked through the door.

,,We're you going Troy?'' she asked, confused as to why he was leaving in the middle of rehearsals.

,,It's Ricky.'' he mumbled before exiting the room. I sighed, looked at Nini, who looked at her hands, grabbed my things and went after him.

,,Why are my leads leaving?'' Miss Jenn asked again.

Ricky was way faster than me.

I mean have you seen him? He's way taller than me!

However, when I saw Big Red outside talking to him, I decided to let them talk. My mind just told me to leave him alone to cool off, you know? So I decided to talk to Nini instead. On the way back, Carlos asked me where Ricky went and I told him that he went outside. Not so sure if that was a good idea because it would just put more pressure on Ricky. When I arrived at the rehearsal room again, Miss Jenn was talking to Nini and she still stood by the piano, looking at her hands.

,,Nini can I talk to you for a second?'' I asked and walked in her direction. Miss Jenn turned to look at me and left the room without another word. I think she knew that it was better to let teenagers sort their problems out alone sometimes.

,,I really don't want to talk to you right now. Ricky probably send you and I'm really not in the mood to-''

,,Ricky did not 'send' me. I'm here because I chose to talk to you. I know that you probably don't even want that because I basically stole the role you wanted to play but listen. Miss Jenn is working really hard on this musical and so is everyone else and I know it's hard being in a musical with your ex- and current boyfriend but please, for the sake of this musical, get along with Ricky.''

,,Y/N you don't even understand the situation. You never had an ex before!''

,,That may be true but I'm not on good terms with Ricky either! Do you see me causing a scene? No! So please Nini, at least consider, not ripping Ricky's face off.'' and with that, I left.

The first thing I did when I arrived at home was eat. I always ate when I was frustrated. Not my best habit. While waiting for my pizza to be done, I decided to post something on Instagram

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dancingcarlos and that's on actually auditioning for Taylor

yourgirlash u rocked that audition tho! So proud of u :))

I smiled at all the supporting comments and began eating my pizza, which I got out of the oven without burning my hands.

what? I'm proud of me. I always burn my hands while getting the pizza out of the oven. That's why Ej is normally doing it when... I want pizza.

After eating half of the pizza, leaving the other half for Ej, I went upstairs. I threw my bag into a corner and threw myself on bed. I sighed and grabbed my ukulele. The next thing I knew was that I started playing some chords that popped into my head.

I was hangin' with you and then I realized

I didn't think it was true, I was surprised

When I found out I've fallen for you

I didn't wanna believe my feelings for you

I didn't wanna believe that I could lose you

If I told you just how I felt

But I can't help it

I'm falling for you

And I can't quit it

'Cause I'm stuck on you

And it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical

But I just want to be with you

Please tell me, boy

Can you get a clue?

Or come through 'cause I just want to be with you

,,The song is for him right?''

I gasped in surprise and turned my head to the door to see EJ leaning against my door frame, eating the pizza I left for him.

,,When did you come home?'' I asked while placing the ukulele on the floor. He walked towards me and sat on the edge of my mattress.

,,5 minutes ago but stop trying to change the subject. The song is for Ricky right?''

I just nodded, looking at my hands.

,,It's cute.''

,,What?'' I asked and looked up.

,,The song. It's cute. I mean I don't really support the idea of you and him together, you know that but I like the song.''

,,Thank you and don't worry EJ, him and me? That won't happen. He's still in love with Nini.'' I responded with a sad smile.

,,I know this may sound really awful but maybe it's just not meant to be.''

Maybe he was right. Maybe the universe wanted to show me that it just wasn't meant to be. That I was chasing a dream. Ricky was so in love with Nini and to be honest I wasn't surprised. Nini was such a sweet and gorgeous girl, always have been. It's so easy to fall in love with her. No wonder my brother did.

I nodded and the only word that left my mouth was:,,Maybe.''

EJ flashed me a smile, patted my shoulder and left the bedroom. I sighed and my head hit the pillow.

The next day was pretty much uneventful.

Ok maybe that's a lie. I did catch Nini spying on Carlos and Ricky in the library. That's a good thing right?

When I opened the door to the auditorium, everything was silent. But as soon as the door closed and I leaned my back on the wall, someone started playing the piano. The curiosity got the best of me and I walked up the stage to see who was playing the wonderful melody. I was quite surprised to discover Ashlyn sitting in front of the piano, pressing the keys softly.

,,Oh hi.'' was the first thing she said when she noticed my presence.

,,Hi. I didn't know anyone was in here.'' I answered looking at my cousin, who took her hands off the piano keys.

,,I can be gone in like 7 seconds. Six if I don't zip my bag.'' She replied as she started to throw her things into her bag.

,,No, Ash. Don't go. What was that?''

,,What was what?'' she asked and stopped packing her things.

,,The song you were just playing.''

,,Oh that. Miss Jenn asked me to compose a song for my character. It's probably way too much.'' she explained and grabbed the notes out of her bag again. I just nodded and listen to her ramble. I didn't really know why she was so nervous.

,,Why don't you play me some more of your song?'' I asked and sat down beside her. Ashlyn nodded and started playing the same melody I heard when the door closed.

,,Seems like a part of me will always have to lose.'' She began, her eyes watching her fingers which were pressing down the piano keys.

,,Every single time I have to choose

Swore that it felt right, but was I wrong?

Is this where I'm supposed to be at all?

I don't have the answers, not today

It's like nothing makes the questions go away

What I'd give to see If the grass was greener

On the other side

Of all I've had and lost

Would it be enough

Or would I still be wondering?'' she sang, her eyes still trained on the piano.

,,If I could go back and change the past

Be a little braver than I had

And bet against the odds

Would I still be lost?

Even if I woke up in my dreams

Would there still be something I'm missing?

If I had everything Would it mean anything?''

I looked at her in awe. I never really heard Ashlyn sing like that before and she had so much talent. She turned her gaze to me for a second, implying to sing with her. I smiled and turned my attention to the little sheet of paper in front of me.

,,Maybe I should turn around and take the other road

Or maybe I'm just looking for what I already know.'' we sang together, smiling after realizing that we hit every note in perfect harmony.

,,I'm just wondering...

It feels like I might have broke the best thing that I had.'' I sang alone and at that exact moment, Ricky slowly walked in. We didn't notice though. We were to caught up in our own little moment.

,,I said too much to ever take it back

I'm scared I'll never find something as good

And would I even know it if I could?'' I vocalized the verse Ashlyn wrote so flawlessly.

,,If I could go back and change the past

Be a little braver than I had

And bet against the odds

Would I still be lost?

Even if I woke up in my dreams

Would there still be something I'm missing

If I had everything

Would it mean anything.'' we both sang again.

,,To me?'' I finished and smiled. My smile fell as soon as I saw Ricky standing in the room.

,,Uh...We're back.'' he stuttered and looked at us with semi-wide eyes.

,,What?'' I asked quietly.

,,Downstairs.'' the curly-haired boy answered and shook his head slightly which made his curls bounce a little.

,,Miss Jenn wants to see everyone in the bomb shelter.'' he finished and left without saying another word. I looked at Ashlyn and she just shrugged before she got up and packed her things. Me being the incredible cousin I am, I waited for her.

When we arrived downstairs the whole theater group was building a small circle around the blonde drama teacher who had a huge carton in front of her.

,,Here it is, people.'' Miss Jenn breathed out, holding a small device in her hands.

,,Is that a garage-door opener?'' Seb asked as he looked at the small object in front of him.

,,No, Seb. This is Gabriella's Phone. From the film.''

A few students gasped.

,,I plan on creating a time-capsule display in our lobby. If they can have 40 sports-ball trophies, we deserve a little movie museum.'' the teacher explained, holding up the phone so everyone could see.

,,Okay, people, enough dazzle. Fetch your scripts please. Places for the top of the ski lodge!''

[ekkline88]

@taylorswift is my artist of the decade, woman of the decade, writer of the decade, inspiration of the decade because of the following:

‘All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss.’

‘You and I walk a fragile line.

I have known it all this time.

Never thought I'd see it break.

Never thought I'd see it...’

‘And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear.’

‘No rules in breakable heaven.’

‘All the king’s horses, all the king’s men couldn’t put me together again. ‘Cause all of my enemies started out friends.’

‘Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh. We could follow the sparks, I’ll drive.’

‘He says "What you've heard is true, but I can't stop thinking about you." and I said "I've been there too a few times." ‘

‘I reach for you, but you were gone. I knew I had to go back home.’

‘The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children. Playing soldiers just pretending. Dreaming dreams with happy endings.

In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords. But now we've stepped into a cruel world, where everybody stands and keeps score.’

‘Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you.’

‘And you open your eyes into mine, and everything feels better.’

‘Two headlights shine through the sleepless night. And I will get you, and get you alone. Your name has echoed through my mind. And I just think you should, think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and I would follow you, follow you home. I'll follow you, follow you home.’

‘But I believe in whatever you do. And I’ll do anything to see it through.’

‘My mistake I didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upper hand.’

‘You cry; but you don't tell anyone that you might not be the golden one. And you're tied together with a smile, but you're coming undone.’

‘One night he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses, then says, you're my best friend. And you knew what it was, he is in love.’

‘And you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.’

‘So, baby, can we dance through an avalanche?’

‘I was ridin' in a getaway car. I was cryin' in a getaway car. I was dyin' in a getaway car. Said goodbye in a getaway car.’

‘Headlights pass the window pane, I think of you.’

‘ ‘Cause we break down a little. And when you get me alone, it's so simple. ‘Cause baby, I know what you know. We can feel it.’

‘Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting.

Silence, this train runs off its tracks. Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen?

Hang up, give up, for the life of us we can't get back.’

‘If you live like that, you live with ghosts. If you love like that blood runs cold.’

‘When the sun came up you were looking at me. You were looking at me.’

‘And you were wild and crazy. Just so frustrating. Intoxicating, complicated.

Got away by some mistake.’

‘I can't resist before you go tell me this:

Was it worth it? Was she worth this?’

‘And now I know why all the trees change in the fall. I know you were on my side, even when I was wrong. And I love you for giving me your eyes, for staying back and watching me shine.’

‘I know heaven’s a thing. I go there when you touch me, honey. Hell is when I fight with you. But we can patch it up good. Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness. Got the wine for you.’

‘And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game. With that same big loud opinion, but nobody's listening. Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things.’

‘The way you move is like a full on rainstorm.’

‘Your string of lights is still bright to me. Oh, who you are is not where you've been.’

‘You were all I wanted, but not like this.’

‘These are the hands of fate. You’re my Achilles heel. This is the golden age of something good and right and real.’

‘It was good, never looking down. And right there where we stood was holy ground.’

‘The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud. But no one heard a thing.’

‘Ooh, ooh, he’s talking crazy. Ooh, ooh, dancing with me. Ooh, ooh, we could get married. Ooh, ooh, have ten kids and teach ‘me how to dream.’

‘I see the high-fives between the bad guys. Leave with my head hung, you are the only one who seems to care.’

‘The stakes are high, the water’s rough, but this love is ours.’

‘Cause darling I’m a nightmare, dressed like a daydream.’

‘Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, my love. They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run.’

‘Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night. Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times ‘cause I waited my whole life.’

‘Your eyes whisper “Have we met?” ‘

‘I hold onto the night you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me.’

‘My heart, my hips, my body, my love. Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch. Gave up on me like I was a bad drug. Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club. Our songs, our films, united, we stand. Our country, guess it was a lawless land. Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand. Paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans. My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust. Tryna find a part of me you didn't take up. Gave you so much, but it wasn't enough. But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts.’

‘Braced myself for the goodbye, ‘cause that’s all I’ve ever known. Then you took me by surprise, when you said “I’ll never leave you alone.” ‘

‘And we know it's never simple, never easy. Never a clean break, no one here to save me. You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand.’

‘Remind her how it used to be, be, yeah-yeah. With pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, cheeks.’

‘Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves. Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there’s no us.’

‘And there in the bathroom, I try not to fall apart and the sinking feeling starts, as I say hopelessly “He said he’d be here.” ‘

‘We can’t make any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink.’

‘Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending with all these nights we’re spending- up on the roof with a school girl crush. Drinking beer out of plastic cups. Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff. Baby, all at once, this is enough.’

‘You hold my hand on the street

Walk me back to that apartment

Years ago, we were just inside

Barefoot in the kitchen

Sacred new beginnings

That became my religion, listen’

‘ When you think happiness, I hope you think "that little black dress" ‘

‘And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up. Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well. And you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest. I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, ‘cause I remember it all, all, all too well.’

‘I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you.’

‘Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.’

‘I was riding shot gun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I wrote down our song.’

‘Holy orange bottles, each night I pray to you. Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too.’

‘You took the time to memorize me. My fears, my hopes and dreams.’

‘Lantern, burning

Flickered in my mind, only you

But you were still gone, gone, gone.’

‘I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye.’

‘Long, long live the walls we crashed through. All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you. I was screaming, long live all the magic we made. And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid.’

‘I take a step back, let you go. I told you I'm not bulletproof. Now you know.’

‘But something happened, I heard him laughing. I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent.’

‘I’m waiting alone now. So come on and come out. And pull me near and shine, shine, shine.’

‘I can see the end as it begins. My one condition is..’

‘And the saddest fear comes creeping in that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything!’

‘Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.’

‘And when you find everything you looked for, I hope your life will lead you back to my front door. Oh but if it don’t? Will you stay beautiful, beautiful, beautiful?’

‘Why? ‘Cause she’s dead.’

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 63)

"Making Up Isn't Hard To Do"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@kellysimagines

@crystalbaby12

Colson's sitting at the kitchen table. Benny's still out with Casie, knowing to text before he heads back. Ashleigh is upstairs while Slim, Baze and Rook are gathered with him in the kitchen.

"So you think she fucked him?" Slim asks Colson. He likes Luna but she's always felt dangerous to him.

"No." Colson says shaking his head. He lights a joint. Inhaling deeply, he sighs out a giant cloud of smoke. "I think maybe she has feelings for him. She's been acting weird ever since she ran into him. And made it a point to tell me about him as soon as we were alone. Luna don't offer up shit." He sighs again as he exhales.

"Who is he?" Slim asks directly. Colson has talked to him about Luna and Justin. He heard her scream six years and did the math when Colson shouted about an undercover year.

"I don't know, Man." Colson tries to shake him off.

"Yeah, you do. Because I do. She cheated on her boyfriend with that dude, didn't she? That's why you're so pissed." Slim connecting the dots easily.

"I'M her fucking boyfriend." Colson snaps at him. Puffing on the joint.

"Chill, Mann." Slim says throwing his hands up.

"You know how to answer your question, Kells... " Rook speaks up. "Find out who stopped seeing who. If she broke it off you're in the clear. If it was him.... Maybe not. But, I don't think Luna's like that." Rook still defending her.

"She is like that. She fucked a dude for a year. Her other dude ever find out?" Slim turns to Colson, who's finishing up the joint.

"C'mon Slim... " Baze interjects. "Ain't one of us in here about to get Holy and act like we ain't never ran no long game with out getting caught." Baze states. "Besides, didn't he put her through some shit for a long time? So what if she fucked around with ONE dude. She rode with hers till his end." Baze has his own opinion of Luna. He likes that she doesn't take Kells shit but has never seemed to waver from him since the night of his birthday party.

Colson finally speaks, Baze's words sitting in his head.

"Watch it, Slim." He gives his friend A Look before continuing. "But nah, he never found out. She said Her Ashley don't even know. I'm the only one she's ever told." He looks back up glaring at them all. "So you better keep your fucking mouths shut." He warns.

They all agree with Yeahs and nods. How long they'll last, who knows?

"What's this LIFE shit she was talking?" Slim keeps pushing.

Colson shakes his head. "You know she's politically active, Dawg." is all he says as he gets up from the table and heads upstairs. Baze's words heavy on his head.

Everyone has a different opinion.

None of them knowing about Marissa, The Dark Web or who knows what else Luna has her hands in.

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Luna hails a cab. She's furious. She doesn't go to her grandmother's. She doesn't hit up Ashley or Mackenzie or Pete. She doesn't hit up Tommy. Although she truly wants to punch him in his face and then fuck him.

Thinking vindictivly, as always when feeling attacked. "You think I did some shit. Okay. Imma pull some bigger shit."

But Luna's not 21 anymore. She'll be 27 soon. So, she has the cab take her to The Vale. After checking in, she throws on boy shorts, a spots bra, hoodie, her running shoes and ear buds. Placing a call to Monica in the mean time. It rings to voicemail. Luna turning her own ringer off before she heads out.

Prancing down the stairwell, she jogs through the lobby. Breaking free once she hits the cement. Running her raging heart out through The City.

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Luna gets back from running, checking her phone, there's a Snap from Colson:

She strips down and Snaps him back before getting in the shower. Puffing on her pen all the while.

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Colson opens Luna's Snap immediately.

Asking Ashleigh to keep an eye on Casie, he heads directly over.

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Luna hears banging on the door from the bathroom as soon as she shuts the water off.

"Holy fucking shit..." She thinks to herself. Wrapping a robe around her to answer the door.

It's Colson, just as she suspected.

"Hi." She says flatly, allowing him to kiss her cheek.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

Stepping aside, he walks in. Bikini Kill filling the hotel room. Raw, Riot Grl Rage.

"Yeah, I'm fucked....." Colson thinks to himself.

She walks to the couch, curling up in the corner. There's a bottle of Jameson on the table.

"So, why you really mad at me?" Luna asks. Much looser and understanding after running, popping a bar and taking a shower. She lights a joint as he sits down with her.

"I don't know." He looks over at her before looking down at the ground. "I don't think I'm mad, I think I'm scared. I can feel how much you loved Justin and I guess, if you could do that to him.... What's stopping you from doing it to me..." He looks up at her, vulnerability raw.

Luna reaches for his hand as she passes him the joint. He hits it while she talks.

"Tommy and I only happened because Justin neglected me, himself and our life. On and off for a long time. I'll admit I'm an Asshole for it, but it wasn't out of malice. It was survival. And it's a guilt I carry heavily." She tells him, showing her own vulnerabilities. "You don't like that I can keep a secret, but what you don't understand, is that I'm not keeping any from you. I told you about Justin and Tommy because I wanted you to know. Not because I had to."

"So you would've lied about the picture?" He asks, feeling an irritation grow as he passes it back to her.

"No." She puffs on the joint. "But I could've side stepped it, told you he was an old friend who simply has a crush on me. All of which are true. But, I didn't. I gave you the details when it popped up in our life, BEFORE it went public, because I promised to NOT side step you and as I've told you before, I'm not going to vomit my life but as it flows, I'm going to give it to you." She pulls on the joint again before passing it back

Hearing her every word. He waits before asking "How did you and Tommy end?" He's hitting it now.

Luna grabs the bottle of whiskey. She has a tendency to look for a substance before exposing her truth.

"He told me he loved me and I knew that was unfair because I'd never leave Justin." She looks down with a sadness. Colson isn't sure if it's for Justin or Tommy.

"Did you love him?" Colson asks quietly as he hands her back the joint.

"Yes." She states. Looking him in the eye. She can't help but close hers as she inhales. Slowly exhaling, she opens them as she continues "But, I made a commitment to Justin and I would've traveled to the depths of hell with him. We've talked about this. How we're both loyal to a fault, and that it's a blessing and a curse. Tommy happened two years before Justin killed himself. With no one before or after him. I would've stayed with Justin forever. No matter what it cost me." Hitting it again, she passes it.

Colson's heart breaks for her. He'll never be able to understand how someone could be so careless with Luna.

"Do you love him more than me?" He asks before hitting the joint.

"Who?" Unsure of if they're talking about Tommy or Justin.

"Tommy." He says exhaling.

Luna closes her eyes again, thinking of her words. "There will always be a crazy connection between Tommy and I, but...." She climbs into Colson's lap. He's happy to have her back on top of him. "You have to think, I didn't go looking for him once Justin passed. At all. Thursday was the first time I seen him in almost 6yrs. I swear." Taking the joint, she pulls through the last few hits before putting it out.

"You scare me, Luna." Colson tells her honestly. This hurts her. She grabs the bottle for another swig before asking why.

"Because everybody wants you." He sighs.

"You can't act like you don't have admirers too...." She contests.

"Yeah, but I don't have personal relationships with them."

"Uhm... What is Bleta for 500, Alex?" She challenges him.

Her Jeopardy reference makes him laugh and wrap his arms around her. "Touché" He submits.

On his lap, in his arms, looking into those beautiful, blue eyes, she tells him. "Look, Bunny. Like I said before, I'm not perfect. I make mistakes, I'm an Asshole. I'm hella sorry for my betrayal of Justin hurting you. That's my Karma. But our relationship is different than his and I's. I just wish you could trust me. We've been dealing with this shit since the night at The Palms. I told you then. I'm always going to play a role. Same as you. Men are going to want me the way women want you. What we both need to always focus on and keep true to, is that we only go home to or with each other. And I did. I called you at the bar. And I Snapped you when I got back. I have nothing to hide."

He knows she's right. Exhausted from their fights, he pulls her in for a deep sweet kiss. She enjoys his warm tongue dancing in her mouth. Moving down to her neck, he slips her robe off her shoulders. Kissing her softly, he lays her back on the couch.

They move slow and delicate with each other. Soft, tiny kisses exchanged on their bodies. Deep understanding playing in their mouths.

Colson slides into Luna slowly. Working his way deep inside of her. He knows when he's hit her spot. Keeping her there, he feels her shake and cum off of his girth.

She pants "I love you" in his ear as he slowly rocks back and forth inside of her. Feeling his bare dick touch every inch of her insides.

Their love making is slow, deep and quick. Luna cumming again with him as he enjoys their tenderness. It's a delightful change of pace from their norma,l intense hunger - fucking.

Laying inside of her, cheek to cheek, he whispers "I'm sorry."

Stroking his back, she honestly tells him "Don't be." That she would've snapped too.

They're both intensely possessive. It's one of the things they love about each other.

They lay with him still inside of her. Where he belongs. Their love, understanding and acceptance of each other washing over them. She's happily wrapped around his body. Him laying contently on her chest. Almost drifting off, Luna's startled by Colson's body jumping.

"Fuck." Colson pops his head up. "What time is it?" He asks.

Luna checks her phone. It's 730P. Colson tells her they should get going. He gently shakes her, while slightly shouting "Yooou're LIVE ooon Saturday Night, Kitten!!!" Grinning.

She kisses him on the mouth, strong and solid. "I fucking love you, Colson." She tells him, staring into his eyes, she doesn't give a fuck about SNL, she only cares about where THEY land.

Colson pulls his t-shirt and jeans on while Luna throws on a wild concoction. She'll get dressed at the studio.

Luna stops Colson. Facing him with both her hands on his forearms. She looks clearly through his eyes into his soul.

"We're in this together. I'm not leaving. EVER. How you treat me and Us, will dictate whether we're beautiful or dark. Either way. I'm here." She pulls him down to her level. Kissing him solidly. A promise being solidified with it.

He scoops her up by her ass, pulling her into him firmly. Breathing her sweet sent in. It's a mixture of weed, coconut oil, cigarette smoke and Aveeno.

His dick rages for her. Knowing in his heart, he's the only one she wants.

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They leave the hotel and head to 30Rock, it's a little after 8P and Luna's facing one of the biggest performance of Ashley and her careers.

Luna turns to Colson in the cab. She touches his face lightly as she looks into his eyes. "I love - LOVE you." She tells him honestly with a kiss. His heart swells, knowing their truth as they step out onto 48th street.

Colson grips her ass cheek to her pussy's pleasure as they walk to 30 Rockefeller Plaza.

THEY'RE PERFORMING LIVE FROM NEW YORK ON SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE!!!!

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To be continued....

[that-terrible-writer]

Everybody Knows

Such a tiny gif, but I couldn’t find any bigger ones that worked. Again, found on Google; so credit to who it’s due to.

I know I said I would post two other stories prior to this one but I just had to write this out. I’ve been having a shit month, now going through immigration bullshit that I haven’t had time to write. I’m sorry for those who follow me. It’s just been hard due to money problems, tax shit and the many trips I have to make to immigration. So as a way to say sorry, here is a 4.5k part three to Ray.

Ray Palmer x Reader

Part 3

Part 1 2

Warning: Not as much as an asshole as I wanted to be.

“Everybody knows is so good, my heart and feelings”

“It’s okay. I didn’t need a heart anyway. What is do need is a part 3.”

You had been arguing with Harry for over an hour, going nowhere in the disagreement. You mentioned him that you wanted to go on at least one mission with the Legends, to see if you would enjoy it as much as your alternate self did. Harry was obvious why he was against your decision, and that was due to one person: Ray Palmer.

"I'm going, Wells, and that's final!" You yelled, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend. You continued to pack your bag, placing in some prototypes that you had been working on, but Harry was quick to snatch your bag away. You leaned forward on the metal table, having your arms bent that you were peering underneath Wells, sneering at him, "It's not my fault that you're insecure about Palmer!"

"I'm insecure?" Harry laughed, placing his hands on his chest; offended with your statement. He walked away from you for a second, to try and control his emotions but it was just something he could let slip by, "You dated Palmer! I have every right to be against the idea of you traveling with him!"

"My alternate self dated him! I didn't!" You defended. You moved away from the table, walking around it to get to Harry, "You just don't trust me then." That was something you shouldn't have said. The moment that sentence left your mouth, Harry was quick with his counter.

"Explain what I saw at Jitters then," He reminded you, crossing his arms, just staring dead straight at you. You swallowed hard, your heart sinking as you recalled the look on Harry's face when he had interrupted you and Palmer. You knew that if Harry hadn't had stepped in, you would have kissed Palmer and not have a second thought about it. You pressed your lips into a thin line, remaining silent; Harry knew what your silence meant. He turned away from you, giving out a heavy sigh, "Y/N, I trust you. It's clear that Palmer is unquestionably still in love with you."

"I have it handle," You muttered, reaching to grab your bag to return to packing some more weapons, "I want to know what it's like to be part of the Legends." You confessed, shrugging your shoulders.

"You're part of Team Flash," Harry weakly got out. You turned, your eyebrows scrunched low with your mouth partly ajar. It felt like a knife had stabbed your heart. Harry returned his gaze to look at you, covering his mouth to try and hold back by saying anything else.

"I'm not betraying the team, Harry!" You threw your bag to the ground. You stuck out your finger, poking Harry in his chest: continuing the fight. It would have been another lover's quarrel if only if it was between the two of you. In the other room, the control room of Team Flash, stood both teams trying their best not to listen in.

"Couldn't they just go have this fight at their place?" Mick grumbled, taking a sip out of his beer. His eyes quickly caught the expression Ray was wearing, who was looking out towards the doorway, "How are you holding up, haircut?" Ray turned to look at his teammate; surprised at the concern that Mick was giving him.

"Oh," Ray softly said, being caught off guard, "I'm good, great one might say." Mick thought that was Ray's real answer, turning away to head out the room to grab another drink. Ray let out a defeated sigh, grabbing his team's and Team Flash's attention, "You saw right through me. I'm not doing great at all."

Ray saw everyone's look of worry towards him, making him feel a little uncomfortable. Ray rubbed his arm, trying to relax his nerves but his eyes would go straight back to the doorway when he would hear your voice. "Will you be ok if Y/N doesn't join us again?" Jackson asked.

Without looking at his team, without giving it a second thought, "She's coming," Ray answered, his voice was louder and stronger than his statements before. Ray turned to see everyone surprised at Ray's confident answer. Ray lifted his eyebrows, shocked that no one thought the same, "If she's anything like the Y/N I know when she sets his mind on something; she's locking it in."

"He's not wrong," Wally finally chimed into the discussion. Ray's ears perked the moment someone finally sided with him, "In the original timeline, I was a speedster, but when Barry created Flashpoint, I lost my powers."

"But you are a speedster," Mick pointed out the obvious.

"That was my point," Wally answered, a bit annoyed at Mick's outburst. Wally walked towards Ray, his hand out as he was eager to lift the Atom's spirit, "I got my powers back, so maybe it means that you can get the original Y/N, your Y/N, back." Wally's testimony changed Ray's entire mood, hell, his whole feeling towards Flashpoint. That there was that chance of hope, not even a slim one, to get you back. A weight lifted off of his chest, making him feel lighter than air, having that sense of home returning to him.

"You're creeping us out here, buddy," Nate mumbled, snapping Ray out of his dream-like state.

Sara took a few steps forward, placing her hand on Ray's shoulder, "I know you want the original Y/N to return, we all do," Sara said, "but we can't force it."

"What do you mean?" Ray questioned. He looked across the room to get answers from someone he respected. Dr. Stein fixed his glasses before giving his input on the matter.

"I think what Ms. Lance is saying is that we must treat Y/N as if she had amnesia. We cannot tell her things that had happened in our timeline because we do not know what the outcome will be." Martin explained trying to put the situation in a better light.

Ray's heart fell to the floor. He didn't know how long he would be able to hold himself off. Having you travel with the Legends would just bring back his memories of you; memories that only he would remember. His attention was drawn to the door to see you enter with a bag hanging off your shoulder. You were muttering under your breath still cursing at Harry, who stayed in the other room. Ray's eyes lit up the moment he saw you, a smile tugging at the corner of his lip. Your gaze met Ray's, seeing his smile towards you and you couldn't help but share the same expression. You quickly shook your head, realizing that others were around the two of you, snapping you out of your daze.

"Hey, you guys," You shuttered, your eyes flickering to each person that stood in front of you. The look of concern that they had shared made you realized that your argument with Wells was anything but private. You spun on your heel, facing the captain of the Wave Rider, puffing out your chest, "I wanted to know if it would be alright if I join the Legends for a mission or what not."

Everyone's eyes flickered towards Palmer, whose smile grew even wider only because he was right. When it came to you: he would always be right. Sara brought back her attention to you; a smirk plastered across her face, "How can I say no when it's you, Y/L/N?"

Ray was the one that volunteered to show you around the Wave Rider. Sara saw it as harmless, knowing that Gideon was there to watch over everything that would happen. You entered the last room, a bedroom, which you concluded was his.

"This is our―my room," Ray caught his slip up, looking over to seeing you staring at him due to his mistake. A tint of pink appeared on his cheeks. He felt his palms getting sweaty, rubbing them on his pants to have them dry but he continued to be embarrassed as you looked at him as if he was brand new. He realized that there was only one bed in the room which caused him to act even more nervous. "Uh, the bed..." He pointed out, driving your gaze to the only bed in the room: a queen size one.

"Oh," You softly let out, the same color he wore came to your cheeks, "I can sleep somewhere else. I think I saw a couch in the dining area." Ray waved his hand in front of you, making you stop your proposal: rejecting the very idea.

"I would never let you sleep on a couch, Y/N," Ray explained. His confession caused your cheeks to burn even more, intensifying the color to a darker shade of red. You tried to cover your face to hide your reaction; he noticed your reactions causing him to smile at you, once again. "I'll just go bunk with Mick. You can stay here." Before you could object, Ray lifted his finger to silence you, "I insist." Ray grabbed a few of his belongs before leaving you alone in the room.

You walked around having your curiosity come over you. You knew that it was wrong to peering into someone else's belongings, but you wanted to know more about Ray Palmer. There were photos scattered around the room: on the bookshelf, the nightstand, and the dresser. You picked one of the pictures up, scanning it to see it was of you and Ray dressed in Western clothes. You were attached to his arm, leaning your head against him with a big smile on your face.

You had picked up another, now dressed in what had to be 50's outfits; Ray dressed as a prep and you in a poodle skirt. The image looked like it was for the cover of the Saturday Evening Post. The two of you sat at a diner counter, sharing a milkshake while nothing but pure bliss beamed from both your faces. You kept going through each photo seeing the same thing over and over: different clothes but still the same two people in love. Your heart grew heavy the more that you continued at each photograph, continually thinking about Ray and what he had to be feeling.

Your relationship with him had to be perfect, ideal one would say. Having him lose it for no reason at all had to be tough. Your snooping didn't stop at the photos; you just had to know more about him. You needed to figure out why you would have fallen in love with someone like him, what did Ray Palmer do that captured your heart?

You lifted some of the papers that were piling up on an object. When you moved them to the side, it revealed a small black, velvet box. Your eyes widened at sight. Your hand was slowly hovering over the box to open it, seeing a beautiful engagement ring sitting inside.

Ray Palmer lost everything he had with you.

The sounds of footsteps in the distanced had startled you, causing you to frantically shut the box to cover it back up in the papers that hid it once before. You tried to make sure that the room looked the same way as it was when you had first entered it; just in case it was the heartbroken made that was coming to see you. You turned to the doorway to just see Sara looking at you, amused by your expression of pure fear.

"You can relax, I'm not lover boy," She chuckled, walking into the room. Sara looked over seeing the photos across the room, having her sigh, "Hopefully those didn't scare you."

You lightly shook your head, joining Sara by the bedside, "Strangely enough, they didn't." Sara perked up, hearing your words. She crossed her arms, tilting her head to have her undivided attention on you, "You think it would, but it gives me this warm feeling in the pit of my stomach." That feeling quickly disappeared when you immediately thought of the ring causing a wave of guilt to wash over you.

Sara took your silence as a sign of you being conflicted with the situation you had. It was your decision at the end of the day; wheater staying with Team Flash or for you to come home to the Legends, even if many were against the second choice. "Come on; we need to go talk with the team on deciding where to go," Sara announced, getting off the bed.

"Go?" You questioned, quickly following her behind, "You don't have a mission?"

"For once, no," Sara laughed. She motioned you out the door, guiding you down the hall, back to the control room. Before entering, Sara stopped at the entrance, giving you a little pep talk, "Don't be nervous about being with us. We all like you, minus you calling us 'goons.'"

"Yeah, sorry about that," You muttered, rubbing the back of your neck. You pulled on Sara's arm, refraining her from entering to have her opinion on something important, "Sara," You hesitated, knowing that she was going to one-sided on the question, but you still had to ask, "Was I happier with Ray than I am with Harry?"

Sara pressed her lips together, making a humming noise to avoid saying the wrong thing. When she looked into your eyes, she saw a helpless person just wanting to know some ounce of the truth. "Look," She sighed, "I don't know your entire relationship with Wells so I can't nor should I give you an answer." Before she opened the door, she shook her finger at you, remembering something, "But you and Ray? You two never fought if that helps you."

You both finally entered the control room, seeing the rest of the team gathered. Your eyes went straight to Ray's acting like they were on autopilot. Ray's smile that seemed never to leave his face, one that would appear every time he looked at you had grown. He tried to take a few steps to stand by you but was held back by Nate.

"You can't force it," Nate hushed at Palmer, "If it's meant to be, it will happen, but you shouldn't have high hopes." With Nate's exchange of words caused Ray to take a deep breath, trying to mask over the sadness that had rushed through him. He didn't want to think about a future that you weren't in. He wanted everything to go back to the way it was, you taking care of the Wave Rider and he was fine with starting all over with you: falling back in love.

"We have a day off," Sara announced to her team, a sign of concern swept each of the Legend's faces.

"Wait, you're serious?" Jackson chuckled, his mood quickly shifting, "What does that mean for us?"

"It means, we can relax for once and take a trip to anywhere and anytime," Sara continued, she had that sly smile appear, "We can't change history or leak anything that happens in the future, but it doesn't mean we can't have fun with it."

"Bermuda," Mick suggested, bringing the bottle of beer to his lips and continuing with his suggestion, "2018."

"Why is that your choice every single time?" Amaya asked.

"Beach. Booze. Women." Mick had listed. He glanced over at Ray, taking another sip of his drink, "Unless you have a better place in mind." Mick was signaling for Ray to speak but it caused an uproar of the Legends trying to figure out where to go. You stood there confused, looking at each member to try and figure out which place sounded the most appealing. None so far.

"New Orleans. 1826." Until that location came into play. Your ears perked, eyebrows raised and your mouth opened slightly. You figured out that it was Ray's voice that chose that specific location, instantly when he said the place of interest. Ray tried to keep his eye contact on Sara but couldn't help but notice at the corner of his eyes how excited you had become.

"New Orleans?" Sara repeated, confused on the odd location coming from Palmer.

"Party central, I dig it." Mick seconded it, lifting his bottle to show.

"Dude, why Ne―" Nate couldn't finish his sentence due to your excitement couldn't be contained any longer.

"Yes!" You yelled causing the entire team to jump from your sudden outburst: all but Ray. A smile grew, wider and wider by the second, rushing over to Ray to grab ahold of his arm. Ray looked down at you, seeing pure happiness pouring out of your, making his warmth return to him, "That's what I would say!" You told him.

You could hear a few disgruntle noises coming from the team, but you turned to them to defend the choice Ray had suggested. "Come on! 1826 was the rise of the Voodoo Queen, herself, Marie Laveau! Plus you have such a rich culture coming out of New Orleans: the birth of jazz, the French cuisine, all the dancing and just voodoo in general!" You kept rambling about New Orleans, trying to plead the case on going there.

"Is it bad if I want something bad to happen in New Orleans during the 1820's so that we have to go there?" You asked Ray, finishing getting ready for bed to walk over to join him in bed. Ray placed down his gadget that he was toying with, giving you his full attention. He raised his eyebrow, a smile coming across his face, waiting for you to continue. You got yourself comfortable with him, leaning up against Ray's side, hooking your leg over his, "The rise of voodoo, come on! Now when you go there, it's all fake but to see it on the rise; when the queen herself is starting her career! Plus you have the music, food, and culture." You sighed, nuzzling your head in his arm, having a small smile appear, "It just sounds so exciting."

You felt Ray chuckle. He found it adorable how passionate you got for specific time eras. He placed his toy on the nightstand, to be able to put his hand on your cheek. You stared up at him, enjoying his touch on you, "Who knows, maybe when we have a day off, we can convince Sara to take the team there." Ray assured you.

"Yeah, like we're ever going to get one of those." You laughed, but Ray silenced you by capturing your lips with his.

Ray's smile grew just thinking about that memory. The same amount of passion you had then was still with you now. Ray decided then that he wouldn't let his team choose what was right for him. That small action showed that the original you were still in there. Exactly how Wally explained. You needed a reminder of who you were. A trip on the Wave Rider may have triggered a small part of it, but he couldn't help but imagine what a date with him would do for you.

"Alright, New Orleans it is!" Sara declared, heading over to her seat. You clapped your hands, rejoicing that she agreed. You turned to Ray, shaking his arm, still overwhelmed you were going to see a place you thought you would never go to in your life. The simple touch that you gave him had that spark; the same spark that he always got when you would either brush up against him, touch his hand or laugh against his arm when you were together. Your fingers lingered, playing with the end of Ray's sleeve, taking a moment to yourself. You caught yourself with the interaction, suddenly pulling your hand away from him.

"S―sorry," You stuttered, looking away from the tall, handsome man. You felt your cheeks burn and your heart quickening. You fiddled with your fingers, trying to collect the right words to say to him. Ray found it cute that you were getting all flustered over him. It was shown due to his pink cheeks and smile that he was giving you. "Great choice," You managed to say, glancing up at him with a small smile.

"Are we going or what?" Mick yelled, already in his seat. You turned on your heel to join him. Ray was going to join you, but Dr. Stein and Nate stopped him: troubled by the Atom's action.

"What the hell was that?" Nate harshly asked his friend, grabbing hold of Ray's arm to prevent him from walking away.

"What?" Ray asked, trying to play the fool.

"New Orleans?" Nate couldn't help but chuckle a little, soon dropping the act shortly, "You never been interested in New Orleans. That was for Y/N, wasn't it?"

"Dr. Palmer, I thought we were clear that we cannot force any memories with Ms. Y/L/N," Martin reminded the lovesick fool.

"I just suggested a place," Ray defended, his eyes shifting over to see you talking to Mick, mumbling under his breath, "Maybe she mentioned it once." Nate let out a heavy groan, shaking his head in disapproval. Ray looked back at his teammates, pushing his eyebrows down, "Nothing happened! She's fine plus she got just as excited as she did when she mentioned it to me the first time!"

"That may be so, Dr. Palmer, but that doesn't mean it will always be that way with every little thing Ms. Y/L/N does," Dr. Stein explained, "We just don't want you to get your hopes high."

"And she already is with someone, remember, Wells," Nate warned Ray, letting his grip on the Atom go. Ray's sadness returned. You finally made eye contact with Ray, seeing that depression he wore. It hurt you seeing him in that state, and you knew it was due to his conversation he was having with Stein and Heywood.

"Ray!" You called out to him, grabbing his attention. You stretched out your hand, smiling towards him, "We can't go if you're still standing!" Ray was pulled back by Nate, having him whispered one last thing to Ray. Ray kept his gaze on you, no sign of happiness coming from him at all. You felt your heart grow heavy, matching his exact mood as if your hearts were one. You wiggled your fingers, raising your eyebrows, "C'mon!" You mumbled, a pout to match your sad tone.

Ray took in a deep breath, pushing his nagging teammates aside to join the seat next to yours. You tilted your head, still worried about his being, "Everything ok?" you asked. Ray nodded, lowering his handles before he returned his awareness to you.

"Yeah," He weakly got out. Your whole view on Ray changed after your talk at Jitters. It felt like his team didn't understand the pain and confusion that he was dealing with: he honestly felt alone. You reached over, grabbing his hand in yours to taking in everything he had. You played with his fingers for a bit before lacing yours with his. Even though his hands were twice the size of yours, they felt perfect when molded into one. You could feel the warmth that he was giving off that made you feel calm and flustered at the same time.

Ray took the time to study you while you were busy playing with his hand. He gave the holding a squeeze, his heart pounding against his chest; feeling sick to his stomach. Ray tried his best not to be bothered by the exchange of words that Nate and Martin decided to share. He didn't want to think about you not returning to him. That after this trip, you were undoubtedly going back to Team Flash and live your life with Wells: not giving the Legends or him a second thought. That was what broke Ray's heart the most.

"Ray," You softly called out, shaking your joined hands, breaking Ray out of his dark thoughts. His eyes went straight to yours, he could barely keep his eyes locked onto yours, "Is it scary?" You asked. Ray was confused on what you were referring. Scared about the future or, "Jumping through time." You added, having Ray sigh a bit. He gave you a weak smile, squeezing your hand once more.

"Not at all. Don't worry; I'll be here," Ray promised you.

You felt a knot form in your stomach, your breath hitching in the back of your throat and your eyes widened.

"Are you sure this thing is stable?" You asked Rip, the Wave rider shaking just by going off the ground, "Seems like you didn't do a good job maintaining it."

"I know my ship better than anyone, Ms. Y/L/N, thank you very much." Rip muttered. The ship shook violently, causing you to grip the handles harder. You saw a hand appear at the corner of your eye. You turned your head to see that the hand belonged to none other than Ray Palmer. He had a smile on his face, still having his hand out towards you.

"Wanna hold hands?" He offered. You couldn't help but laugh at his simple suggestion. The next tremble the ship had, you clutched Ray's hand, and the instant touch had relaxed you. You glanced over at Palmer, his smile not leaving him, "Don't worry; I'll be here."

"Y/N?" You heard your name softly called out. Your breath got a little shaky not even realizing it. You looked around the room to see every pair of eyes on you. You felt your hand shake a little, causing you to glimpse over at Ray; who looked the most worried. "Are you ok?" He asked. You heard his voice waver a little, showing his sign of worry.

You lightly nodded, clutching his hand, "Yeah, just a little scared of flying," You lied, hoping that the Legends would buy it. The memory that you just experienced was so vivid. It was something that you couldn't have dreamt up. You readjusted your fingers, trying to bring Ray's hand closer: if that was possible. The knot in your stomach didn't disappear but grew in size each time you kept replaying the scene in your head. Each time it played, the unknown feeling that you had for Palmer also grew.

You quickly glanced over at Ray, who was whispering to Nate. The feelings came back the moment you stared at his face: your cheeks flushing, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach and you could feel your palms getting sweaty. You tried to pull your hand away, not wanting Ray to notice how nervous you were becoming, but he didn't budge. He had your hand locked on to his, not wanting to be separated again.

The feeling that was building inside you, the warmth that was taking over your body that was increasing for Ray. Was this the love you had for him that Flashpoint had taken away from you?

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[coreancitizen]

Yay, questions! OK, here goes:

LMH has taken a lot of online heat for his acting (in this project and others), what are your top three acting moments from him as Lee Gon in TKEM?

I'd only seen parts of one series of Lee Min Ho before "The King Eternal Monarch" so I wasn't quite sure what to expect, TBH. But he turned out to be an engaging actor who can handle comedy, action and drama with aplomb. I love his subtle work and there were quite a few of those moments in TKEM. But here are my top three:

In Episode 6, Jeong Tae Eul asks Lee Gon if he wasn't going to show her her ID card and reminds him she needs to leave soon. You can see this great sadness just come over Lee Gon at the idea of her leaving. He tries to joke about it, telling her he won't let her go, that she has to live there with him. In that last line, where Gon says "I can keep your here ... with just one command," Lee Min Ho does this pause in the middle of the line and his voice and demeanor very slightly changes -- from a teasing "order" to an almost anguished plea. But it is all done so subtly.

Still in Episode 6, Gon teases Tae Eul that the steak and rice in a hot pot is his signature dish and that everyone falls for it. He wants her to ask who he'd made it for in the past, to show some jealousy. But she just says whoever that person was, she can't beat them because they'd be from his world, unlike her. I remember tearing up watching this scene, watching Gon's face fall at Tae Eul's words. Again, Lee Min Ho does a heartfelt job conveying Lee Gon's loneliness, his attachment to Tae Eul, the history of the ID card and its link to his tragic past.

In Episode 12, when Lee Gon and Jeong Tae Eul reunite at the intersection after the street battle. There's a reason this scene ranks at the top or near the top of most fans' list of iconic moments. Emotions are high and Lee Min Ho fully captures Lee Gon's fear, desperation, worry and relief.

What do you think Lee Lim intended to do with the power he was seeking via the flute? Do you think he had any intent on conquering other worlds, or only the Kingdom’s?

A person like Lee Lim wouldn't be content with just a kingdom, so I believe stealing the throne of Corea would have only been the beginning. After all, this is the person who told his brother right before he killed him that he planned on becoming "the very being who gives punishment from the skies." Treasonous brother doesn't just want to be king, he wants to be a god.

Do you read the final scene between Kang Hyeon-Min (our Sin-Jae) and Luna in the repaired timeline as romantic?

Not quite, but I could definitely see it develop into one. For one, Kang Hyeon Min is not making the same mistake twice. When Koo Seo Gyeong (Luna's name in the fixed timeline) greets him as "hyung-nim," much like Jeong Tae Eul in the previous timeline, he immediately tells her not to call him that. Dude no longer wants to be brother-zoned, LOL! Plus Seo Gyeong got adorably pleased when he told her he was buying her a birthday gift (Also, major kudos to Kim Go Eun here for making Seo Gyeong distinct from Luna AND Jeong Tae Eul, as she did with her other versions).

Do you excuse Jo Yeong from preventing Tae-Eul from seeing Lee Gon following the poisoning?

I'd recently posted on Twitter about Jo Yeong and this specific incident saying I was so mad at the captain of the royal guards. I get that everybody with Jeong Tae Eul's face was suspicious after Gon's poisoning by Luna, but COME ON! Even Prime Minister Koo Seo Ryeong figured out an easy way to determine if her mother was replaced with a simple question and answer. But the palace's head of security couldn't come up with something like that? Yeong could have asked Tae Eul anything that only she would have known, such as what their first conversation was about, what the king was wearing when he brought her food. Now, I get that the writer wanted Gon and Tae Eul separated for maximum angst, but unfortunately the way it was written turned Yeong into an incompetent and unfeeling idiot.

What are some moments you feel undeniable chemistry on-screen between Tae-Eul and Lee Gon?

Based on reactions I see on social media, my definition of chemistry slightly differs from a lot of people. I judge actors' chemistry based on how well they play off against each other, how well they do with the back and forth (and I've been watching film and TV long enough to recognize lack of chemistry and even anti-chemistry, yes, that exists so I roll my eyes at those claiming LMH and KGE have no chemistry). So the first time I was really sold on the chemistry between Tae Eul and Lee Gon (or more accurately, Lee Min Ho and Kim Go Eun) was during the precinct scenes in episode 2. It was so much fun watching the way Tae Eul needled Gon and how he couldn't help himself from rising to the bait and the actors handled the bickering/bantering with ease (I'd love to see these two in a straight-up romcom). Basically any scene they share -- their chicken date at the waterfront, their nighttime bamboo forest walk, when they were gossiping over Eun Sup and Na Ri's mutual crushes at The Alley, when he took care of her at the hospital, etc.

But if we're gonna equate on-screen chemistry with swooning, almost passing out because I forgot to breathe, then here are a couple of my picks:

The first time Lee Gon takes Tae Eul to Corea and tells her his name, in episodes 4/5: They'd just come out of the obelisks on Maximus and the Royal Guards show up. Gon asks them to take 10 steps back as Tae Eul was still in shock. Gon then whispers close to her ear, "See? I was right, wasn't I?" Tae Eul turns her head, their faces mere inches apart. Gon says, "I'm the king of the kingdom of Corea, and my name, which you cannot say, is Lee Gon." I swoooooned.

And in episode 12, the whole sequence that includes the "beheading" kiss: From the moment Tae Eul sneaks a look at Gon while the young doc tattles on her about asking for alcohol to the gradual pullback of the camera as we see Gon sink into the bed with Tae Eul. BUT ESPECIALLY the beheading kiss, which starts off with bickering and then turns electric with that neck smooch (that was loud enough to hear!). And all those deep, soulful gazes before the actual kissing. That was delicious to watch!

Name your favorite third-tier character and explain why they are so.

OK, by third tier it's anybody not in the poster and the news conference, right? It'll have to be Head Court Lady Noh and Chief Park of the Violent Crimes Squad Three.

I love Lady Noh's character and backstory, the wonderful job she's done raising Lee Gon, her intellect and understanding of politics and social media, her relationships with Gon and Jeong and even the palace staff and royal guards.

And I also love Chief Park, with his little "solitude" sidestory. And how he pays attention even when he doesn't seem like he does (like when he provided Kang Shin Jae the plate number of the car tailing him). How he actually listens to his detectives, even when he complains (giving Tae Eul more time to investigate Lee Sang Do).

@coreancitizen​, you have asked for Asks to celebrate April 17th being the debut date of The King: Eternal Monarch

So, after awhile distracted by contemplating the hair in the photo below,

I’ve got some asks for you, and for anyone else who would like to take them on.

- LMH has taken a lot of online heat for his acting (in this project and others), what are your top three acting moments from him as Lee Gon in TKEM?

- What do you think Lee Lim intended to do with the power he was seeking via the flute? Do you think he had any intent on conquering other worlds, or only the Kingdom’s?

- Do you read the final scene between Kang Hyeon-Min (our Sin-Jae) and Luna in the repaired timeline as romantic?

- Do you excuse Jo Yeong from preventing Tae-Eul from seeing Lee Gon following the poisoning?

- What are some moments you feel undeniable chemistry on-screen between Tae-Eul and Lee Gon?

- Name your favorite third-tier character and explain why they are so.

Thanks! Here’s a tip for your trouble.

[awed-frog]

(Looking at you like Dean to Cas) Keep talking about that wall that Dean has been pushing but that Cas can't and won't put down 😍 I'd like to know everything you have to say, how and when would Cas push that wall down? Will Dean give up? I just trust you more that the show itself

I don’t know who noticed it first. I think Dean realized very soon - if not on the very first night, then a few months later, when the end of the world was upon them both and Sam was on the other side of the country and who would ever know, anyway, uh? who would care? - that yeah, this Castiel dude was one hot motherfucker and if things had been different - if things had been different - but things weren’t, and that’s why Dean tried his line on Cas in that abandoned house - he did it despite his better judgement, and he did it knowing it could very well be the last thing he ever did, because Cas - because this was not someone like Anna, who’d grown up among humans and knew - hell, she just knew. No, this is something else. This is wind and storms and lightining, a creature more powerful than any other Dean has ever seen, a military commander and a warrior and a being full of faith and fury and also someone who could get angry -

(But what if he doesn’t? What if - fuck, what if Cas loses control and brings down this entire house around us and man, if I fucking die ‘cause I was stupid enough to go after a damn seraph, Sam will fucking kill me.) 

But still, Dean is Dean - brave and daring and desperate to be held and touched and wanted; also more than a bit suicidal, ‘cause, whatever, he’s learned at age four he doesn’t have much of a lifespan and that means jumping, every single time, and fuck the consequences - and that’s why he takes a step forward, and Cas - Cas stays still. Because Cas can read humans, but he can’t understand them, and that means he knew as soon as Dean knew himself - it means that Cas could see it and taste it and smell it on him - the hormones flaring, the blood speeding up in its vessels, that barely there whiff of ‘what the fuck’ and also ‘that’s a yes from me, Simon’. So Cas knows, and he’s starting to feel something himself - a bout of warmth and confusion and undiluted want that’s a thousand things at once - it’s the exhilaration of beating back a horde of demons and steal their prey, it’s seeing the Righteous Man for the first time, this one man who is the Chosen and Cas’ only mission and also humanity itself, somehow, and it’s how Dean looks at him, how well he masks his fear and how child-like curious he is about Cas underneath his in-your-face posturing; and it’s also Dean’s good heart, his unerring desire to help others and do good even when it’s hard and dangerous and bordering on useless to do so, and it’s that lust sometimes peaking in Dean’s eyes, it’s how he licks his lips and looks away, and it’s Cas knowing perfectly well this is not forbidden - it’s Cas thinking how he watched his brothers’ dalliances with humans and never saw the point in any of it - it’s Cas suddenly wondering if - if -

But Cas stays still, and Dean steps back.

And next, next come war, and blood, and folly, and the grey forests of Purgatory. Next is this love letter they write each other - it’s Dean writing and rewriting the same prayer every night, the words murmured so softly not even Benny could hear them, and then sometimes shouted to those skies that are empty now, because God has gone and Cas is lost and Sam is far away and no one gives a fuck about him anymore. And it’s Cas listening to that prayer every night, the stab of longing and love and regret and guilt piercing right through him like a demon’s spear, leaving him on his knees on the forest floor, his heart heavy with this hunger to give up on everything - on what’s right and on what’s proper and on what’s holy - this loud and sharp and painful need to just go back to Dean. But when Dean finally finds him - well, that’s another step forward he’s taking, because that’s what he sees in Cas’ eyes as soon as he’s swallowed down his surprise and shock and boundless relief - he knows Cas has heard him, ‘cause that’s how the system works, okay? It just does. And if Cas really did hear him, then - then they can -

But again, Cas stands still. He doesn’t hug Dean back, and he doesn’t want to be saved, because he’s Fallen now, enough to understand what that feeling binding them is, enough to refuse it and turn his face away. He’s not worthy, it’s what he tells himself as he pushes Dean back into a world where Cas is not welcome anymore. He’s just not. 

And after that, it’s a dance. It’s Cas keeping a careful distance when he comes back, it’s Cas trying his hardest to step away from this human existence that’s tempting him and confusing him and also the thing he wants most, and it’s Dean doing his best to respect these boundaries he understand nothing about. It’s Dean worried out of his mind after the angels are cursed and burned into mortality and decay, and it’s Dean hoping Cas will hear what Dean doesn’t have permission to put into words (that Man, I’d do anything to keep you here and I need you and Please understand) and it’s Dean listening to Nothing Else Matters - and that was random, okay? random - just the tape turning over, nothing to do with him, shut up - it’s Dean closing his hands on the wheel and trying to push the bitterness and disappointment and anger out of his mind, ‘cause Cas wants to get laid after all, yeah, he wants it from everybody but him and fuck and Dean shouldn’t care about that, ‘cause he’s a piece of shit and a damn poison and the more distance there is between them, the higher Cas’ chances at survival -

(but he cares, he fucking does, and what’s wrong with him?) 

- and so Dean drives away and lets Cas have his date and he holes down in some motel and he drinks and drinks and he’s just about to say fuck it and join the shots competition going down in the corner when Cas calls.

(And I can see them, can’t you? They’re both lying in their beds and Cas is human now, and he’s taken the bed closer to the window because Dean always, always chooses the bed by the door - an old instinct, or maybe he’s just drawn to danger and he can’t turn it off - and there are no colours and no sounds - just Cas worrying his bandage in the dark, and Dean who wants and doesn’t want to go over there, to hug that sadness out of Cas, to apologize, again, for being a drunk and an asshole and not even half the man Cas thinks he is, and that’s how he finally puts two and two together, how he turns on his side because his legs just won’t work and he has no right, okay, no goddamn right to get any closer to Cas, not now; this is how he watches as Cas’ sharp profile is suddenly painted into existence by the lights of some car passing by, and the words are there, on the tip of Dean’s tongue: You wanted to die. You wanted to die. I was right here and I needed you and you wanted to leave me. But he can’t say them, can he?

Because he left Cas first.)

So, all in all, it’s a relief to give up, to fall backwards in a world of darkness and blood - to be, perhaps, the thing he was supposed to be from the very beginning: a freak and a monster and a killer, and damn him to hell, ‘cause it’s what he deserves. And, sure, there’s something deep inside him that hears that promise (“Everyone except me.”), and that sound in the distance, yeah, that’s what’s left of his soul, howling in pain and misery at the injustice of it all, ‘cause it’s too late, okay? Too damn late.

And now - now they’ve both been dead a thousand times, now something has shifted between them. War changes people, and many choose to throw it all away and laugh at the few seconds of life they have left - they choose sex and they choose to black out with drink and they choose to forget, because everyone has things left unsaid and things left undone and there is no more time and that ain’t changing and that smell all over your skin?, that’s Death, coming for you. But Dean - but Cas - for whatever reason, they’re different. They know the end is just this close, and that’s why they are - careful, oh so careful and soft around each other. That’s why Cas keeps taking dangerous risks - because he knows his life is forfeit - he was bred for the violence of battles, and no one survives them all - not the firstborn, the mighty archangels, and not even the Lord himself - but what he can do, what he can try, is to make Dean proud and to make Dean safe - all these years, Cas’ been listening as Dean came closer and closer, and now it’s too late and whatever’s wrong with him, no one can fix, but he can do this one thing - he can show Dean he’s a fighter; that he will fight for him. That Dean’s earned his blade and his loyalty through and through, and how that won’t change. And Dean - Dean can’t see a way out. There’s those three words on the tip of his tongue, okay, and Sam - if he knew, Sam would just roll his eyes and Dean, spit it out already, but the stupid kid doesn’t get it, okay, ‘cause Cas knows by now, he has to, and - and he just doesn’t want him. 

Not like that.

(Hell, who would?)

Still, Dean wishes Cas would be more careful with his life - if not for him, then for himself, ‘cause Cas, right, unlike him - Cas is worth something, Cas is -

(everything)

- good, and yeah, so he made mistakes but he also fixed them, goddammit, and saved all their asses five times over, and what the hell is wrong with him and why won’t he listen and why won’t he love him back and if he does love him back, why does he keep - 

(Why do you leave me, uh? Why do you leave when I need you, when I can’t - when I won’t -

You stupid, blind bastard.)

It would be a dance, if they were moving. As it is - maybe there is no name for it. Maybe it’s just two people loving each other of a love so deep they can’t think straight - two people who can’t give up this one good thing they’ve got in their lives but won’t stand back and let it bloom, because - because they each believe they’re not worthy and there is no time, anyway. 

There is no more time. 

(“I love you.”

“I know.”)

[stormy-boy]

After the whole poster discovery and the disaster with his blankie, Jackson is extremely embarrassed. He can't even look at Lightning straight. The older racer probably thought of him as nothing more than a little kid now. Ugh! And he was so damn nice about the last one too! Why?! Maybe Gale could provide some advice on how he could sort out his feelings?

Whenever he was faced with conflicting feelings, Jackson Storm only knew of one way to vent his frustrations—by racing. On the simulator, of course. Why practice on a real track when you had the ease and comfort of the experience in a virtual world?

210… 211… Storm watched his speed fluctuate on the monitor with his thoughts. Why did McQueen care what happened to him? Did the veteran feel like he was doing him a solid by taking him under his wing? That by doing this, he was being a good Samaritan? After Storm was so malicious to him too… 210… 205…  No! He didn’t feel guilty about all that. That was just the way he weeded out competition. Not even McQueen would be exempt from his ruthless mind games… 205… 203… The old racer probably looked down on him now. Thought he was nothing more than a silly, emotionally unstable fanboy with deep-set personal issues that forever prevented him from reaching his full potential as an individual. As if! 203… 209… So he wanted to teach him, huh? Teach him how to be like him? How to be all nice to his fans, and modest about his abilities? How to be supportive and loving to other people? Ha! What a joke!

Storm crossed the finish line, the waving checkered flags reflecting off his dull, grey eyes. Another win…. McQueen did seem happy, though… Storm closed his eyes, attempting to banish the various thoughts beating around in his head. Maybe he should consider McQueen’s offer… No! Well, what did he have to lose? His dignity: that’s what!

Storm groaned to himself in frustration, rolling off the simulator console feeling like he didn’t race at all. If blowing off some steam like this didn’t help him figure out what to do, what could?

Storm caught sight of his hauler, Gale, cruising into the IGNTR center from the other end of the facility. Maybe it wasn’t what could help him, but who…

The grey racer rode over to Gale, rehearsing his lines in his head. He had to be careful about how he worded this, after all. As much as he knew he could trust Gale, he still had his dignity to keep.

“Hey, Gale,” Storm greeted as he approached. Gale slowed to a stop at the sight of the racer, giving him a smile.

“Oh, hi Jackson! How are you?”

Storm cut to the chase. “Fine. Can I… ask you for some advice?”

Upon seeing Gale’s surprised reaction, Storm quickly added, “It’s for a friend.” And then Gale’s eyes widened even further, and then Storm remembered that he didn’t have any friends and maybe he was making himself even more obvious than before. Well, too late now…

Gale was pleased. “Sure. I’m not in a hurry anyway.” She wheeled around to the entrance. “Let’s go outside.”

Gale and Storm parked themselves outside the IGNTR Racing Center on a grassy area some distance back, facing the sliding glass doors of the entrance. Vehicles passed to and fro as they entered and exited the building. The quiet murmur of the fountain behind them set a comforting atmosphere. Perfect for a heart-to-heart. Except Storm was talking about his friend.

“So I have this friend…” Storm began, and when Gale gave him that knowing look, Storm knew it was already too late and he had already ousted himself. Oh well, he’d carry it to the end.

“They were just offered the chance to become someone’s… mentee…” Storm continued, his eyes drifting off to the side.

Gale’s front lit up in delight. “That’s great! Are they going to accept?”

Storm’s eyes trailed down to the ground. “Well, that’s the problem. They don’t know…”

Gale frowned. “Well, why not?”

“They’re… not exactly what you’d call friends…”

“Ah…”

Storm studied the sliding glass doors. They were shut. “They used to look up to this person… but then they… they started to look at them as someone to beat, instead of be.”

Gale cocked a lid. “Beat? As in a sport?”

Storm started at his mistake. He furrowed his lids, hoping his irritation would cover up his tracks. “That’s not important!”

Gale made a face that said, “Alrighty then.”

Storm opened his mouth to continue, but then closed it, before opening it again. “Anyway, they don’t really know how to act around them, because they only know how to be a jerk…. My friend’s not really good at making friends…”

Gale started to nod, paused mid-nod when she realized that didn’t make complete sense, then finished the nod. She knew.

Storm returned his gaze to the closed doors, growing increasingly agitated. Like the floodgates had opened now. “It’s just that, he—they don’t know what to do, since they actually used to like him—er, that person. But now my friend is better than their role model, which means that they don’t respect them anymore—because my friend has very high standards—but a part of him still admires him because he somehow has the ability to make everybody love him and—”

Gale backed up, shaking her hood to stop him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jackson, slow down. I’m getting a little mixed up here!”

But Storm was already too far gone. Let anonymity be damned—he no longer had a handle on his emotions. “All I’m saying is that I don’t want McQueen to try and change me and make me into a better person because I don’t want him to know how much of a nobody I really am!”

Storm’s final words echoed across the pavilion. There wasn’t any shame in his countenance. In fact, it seemed as if he had just released a great weight from his cab. There they were—his true feelings. They were out in the open now. The only problem was that he didn’t know what to do with them.

But Gale did. “Maybe McQueen knows what it was like to feel like a nobody deep down. Maybe he doesn’t want the same thing to happen to you…”

Storm scrutinized the closed entrance in silence. Was he actually considering this?

Gale stared at him like she could see straight through to his core. “I think McQueen sees something in you that you don’t even see in yourself.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“The potential to become a somebody. Somebody better.”

The sliding glass doors opened.

I had a little trouble writing Storm’s character here because he’s a slightly different version from what I usually write him. I hope he makes sense.