#so I've bought the bracelets to make up for that disappointment

[heizelnutlatte]

📰 [280824] W Korea: The Resilient Boys, THE NEW SIX

- Appearing with even more growth, THE NEW SIX (TNX) -

In June, they proved their growth with their third mini-album [BOYHOOD], which contains the pure sincerity of boys growing together. The leap of youth has begun, and now is the time to pay attention to that moment.

HYUNSOO (JANG HYUNSOO)

These Days

I've returned to my daily life after our activities ended. Currently, I’m filling in the areas where I was lacking. I’m diligently taking dance classes and consistently working on music projects like cover recordings.

Rewriting Self-Introduction

I am the second member of TNX and someone who loves comics. I am versatile and especially good at making small crafts by hand. Lately, I’ve been into making beaded bracelets.

Role

I’m in charge of cleaning the dorm. I really like cleaning. Recently, I cleaned the bathroom thoroughly. I was admiring the clean bathroom for a moment when Kyungjun hyung suddenly went in, which made me a bit disappointed (laughs).

Unexpected Side

I also exercise. Sometimes, I overspend, but I do have a housing subscription and am diligently saving.

Interests

I’m so into comics that I watch them while eating. I recently bought a MacBook, which has allowed me to do some music work as well. MIDI is really hard, especially since all the explanations are in English, so there’s still a lot I don’t know. By the way, I’m still typing with the two-finger method (laughs).

Newly Discovered Me

I recently got a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. I didn’t expect it, but I actually look good in them.

TMI

I recently changed all my hangers to good ones. Now, my short-sleeve T-shirts don’t get hanger marks (laughs).

Wish if I Could Make One

I wish I had the ability to fly or telekinesis to move objects.

Goal

To make TNX more known to the public. All our songs are really good (laughs).

SUNGJUN (OH SUNGJUN)

These Days

Our activities just ended. I’m slowly preparing for our next comeback. Recently, I learned choreography from a foreign choreographer and have been covering one song per week to find out how my voice fits different songs.

Rewriting Self-Introduction

I am the youngest member of TNX. My nickname is Hamster, and I think I do resemble one a bit.

Unexpected Side

I cry a lot. When I was younger, I tested in the top 1% for IQ.

A Year Since Debut

Has it already been a year? Time flew by so quickly. I feel that I’ve grown a lot, both in skill and mentally. I’ve also gained more confidence. After debuting, I became very close with the members at a rapid pace. Now, they really feel like family, which I love.

Interests

I love soccer—both watching and playing it. Recently, I’ve picked up the hobby of collecting jerseys. My favourite player is Neymar. I’ve already collected four jerseys.

Newly Discovered Me

I haven’t been exercising for long, but seeing my body and clothes fitting change little by little feels new. The members used to say, “Sungjun only goes to work out less than three times a week,” because I struggled with consistency. But now, it’s been over a month of daily workouts. I think it even helped with this <W> photoshoot, which makes me happy.

Habits or Efforts

I really like gukbap (rice soup). During activities, I try to refrain from eating it because it makes me feel sluggish and sleepy, especially on days I finish a full bowl.

When Resting

I don’t set an alarm. I sleep in and go shopping with Hwi hyung to relieve stress.

TMI

I always cut my nails before a schedule. I couldn’t do it yesterday before the photoshoot, so I rushed to do it today.

Wish if I Could Make One

I wish I could be taller.

KYUNGJUN (WOO KYUNGJUN)

These Days

It’s simple. I wake up, go to the office, eat breakfast, then practice or take private lessons. After dinner, it’s the same—practice or lessons. I finish the day with an hour or two of exercise before heading back to the dorm.

Rewriting Self-Introduction

I’m shy and quiet, often misunderstood as cold. But in reality, I’m not. I frequently hear that I’m different from my first impression. I like being alone and enjoy animals and exercising. I also used to enjoy entering raffles for new sneakers and clothes (laughs). I like the nicknames ‘KJ’ and ‘Dustyn Woo.’

Role

If Taehun, who is my age, is the team’s mom, I play the dad role. Listening to the members’ worries and concerns is my job.

Unexpected Side

I’m shy but can perform well when asked. Even though I like being alone, people always gather around me. They just don’t leave me alone (laughs).

3rd Mini-Album <BOYHOOD> Activities

The album had a retro concept, and the captions and camera work were styled after 80s and 90s music shows. I even hosted a live broadcast for the first time. Using my 10 years of living in Australia, I hosted an English program. It was nerve-wracking but fun.

Interests

Exercise. I’ve long been self-conscious about my thin frame. I’m not big yet, but I’m seeing gradual changes. I’m also learning Chinese, aiming to become fluent in conversation. Having spent my childhood in Australia, English is still more comfortable, and my Korean is lacking. I’m improving this by playing word games with the members and studying vocabulary.

Newly Discovered Me

I used to be impulsive and spontaneous. These days, I’m more focused on discipline and self-management.

TMI

I don’t like zero-calorie drinks. Simply because they taste bad (laughs).

Wish if I Could Make One

To be happy.

Goal

To be a good person, a singer who positively influences others, and one who leaves good memories. I’ll also make it into the top 100 on the music charts.

HWI (EUN HWI)

These Days

I’m deeply immersed in practice and self-development. I wake up in the morning for personal training or head to the company. I take lessons in vocals, rap, and languages in the morning and focus on dance lessons in the afternoon. I end the day with exercise or music work.

Rewriting Self-Introduction

I am a person with great drive. Though I am an ENTP, I’m also emotional and tear up easily. I’m an extrovert who loves going out to eat or explore during short breaks. I eat almost everything and have an interest in street fashion. I always make sure to work on music, even if just a little, before going to sleep. If I miss a few days due to a busy schedule, I feel guilty, and it lingers in my mind.

Role

Rap and producing.

Unexpected Side

I cry a lot more than people think. I often cry watching movies, dramas, or listening to music. The movie I cried the most at was <Doraemon: Nobita’s Dinosaur Adventure>.

A Year Since Debut

Time flies. It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since debut. I’ve worked really hard. I already have over 20 registered songs with the copyright association.

Interests

I’m obsessed with Zion.T’s music. I’ve been listening to and singing every track from his albums repeatedly. My favourite song changes frequently, but right now it’s ‘My Luv.’

Most Frequent Thought

How can I become a more influential artist?

Current Phase

A period of waiting to make a big leap forward.

Wish if I Could Make One

When Resting

I go out to eat, mainly meat dishes.

Topics I Can Talk Endlessly About

Criteria for judging good restaurants: hygiene, taste, essence, the owner’s management philosophy, their mindset toward food, the menu, the atmosphere, the location, and whether it’s a franchise.

TMI

I always wear my socks inside out because I don’t like the seams inside rubbing against my feet.

Wish if I Could Make One

To be on the cover of W magazine.

TAEHUN (CHOI TAEHUN)

These Days

I’m spending my days in a routine manner. I start my day with simple stretching and exercise after waking up. Then, I complete scheduled lessons or personal practice and have some free time before going to bed. When resting, I usually play games on my phone or watch movies and dramas. Lately, I’ve been really into JTBC’s King the Land.

Rewriting Self-Introduction

I am Choi Taehun, 20 years old. I was born in Incheon and have lived there my whole life. I’ve been active since I was a kid, loving to go outside. I have a small wish to travel to Europe with my father someday. I enjoy all genres of movies and dramas, including horror, thrillers, romantic comedies, action, and sci-fi.

Role

Leader and trendsetter.

Unexpected Side

I have a strong model-student image that makes people think I’m all about living properly. But in reality, I’m similar to any other person my age who loves joking around.

3rd Mini-Album Activities

We shot the album jacket at the beach. It was great. I even fell asleep briefly during a scene where I was lying down because it was so warm (laughs). The broadcasting station staff really liked this retro concept, which gave me a lot of indirect motivation.

A Year Since Debut

I’ve had various experiences. I feel I’ve grown in my own way through them. Isn’t this the process of becoming an adult? I always feel thankful to the members and fans who have been with me through this journey.

Interests

I’ve been into mobile games. I often play the mobile version of League of Legends and FIFA23, and I think I’m pretty good at them (laughs).

Most Frequent Thought

I want to perform better on stage. That’s why I’ve been focusing on individual practice. I’ll show an even better side of myself in the next comeback.

Most Frequent Thought

I want to perform better on stage. That’s why I’ve been focusing on individual practice. I’ll show an even better side of myself in the next comeback.

Newly Discovered Me

I’m an ESFJ. I had been denying that I was a J (structured) type, but I’ve realized it clearly. I am a J type. After our activities ended, I spent some free time with Sungjun, and I realized how different we are. Sungjun, who has a P (spontaneous) personality, acts freely, while I plan where and how to spend time. I discovered that side of me.

Goal

To be a person and singer who positively influences others. It would be perfect if I could win 1st place on a music show.

Plans

Currently, all the members are taking time for self-reflection and recharging. We are also working hard to prepare for our comeback so that we can meet our fans as soon as possible. We’ll return with an even better version of ourselves.

TNX for W Korea, 2023

[stillcominback]

𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍!! fanexpo was absolutely nuts, but overall we had a really fun time, met some insanely cool [ and attractive ] people, and came home a lot more broke but with lots of memories!

meeting joseph was a little bit disappointing [ i hate to say ] -- nothing to do with him!! he was seriously so lovely, kind, ridiculously cute, and i am so beyond grateful that i got multiple opportunities to see him / that he even does things like this! that said: the people who were handling him or whatever were just horrible. i've done a lot of cons over the years [ including this one ] and i've never seen an artist / celebrity handled this way. they severely overbook him to the point where it felt like it was impossible for him to see everyone, and i felt like i was lucky to get 0.5 seconds of his time. like with ALL my other photo ops and autographs i've had [ also with some big names ], i've had great experiences -- lines still move really smooth and quick, but somehow there's time for a hug or a cute little pose in a photo, there's time for like a couple words back and forth, just to make the interaction a LITTLE bit more special for each person who spent so much money for it and some traveling from out of state or country even!

again: it's not joe's fault at all and i'm still so so so grateful i got to see him! but the greed of the con really was just so frustrating because i feel like it ended up eating into what could have been more special, enjoyable interactions. it feels like $$$$ > the actual customer experience. like ... for my photos, they were just SCREAMING at us "NO POSES! HE WILL NOT POSE! NO HUGGING! NO PROPS!" i was like: "NO FUN!" like ... i get trying to keep things moving, but jesus, it was giving ✨hostage situation✨ and literally sucked all of the fun out of the whole thing. it was like: you walk in, they're all screaming and then you're just rushed in the room, thrown at joseph and SNAP! there's your photo BYE!

i feel like i didn't even have time to have A THOUGHT before they took the photo -- and i had 2 photos but hated my second one [ joe had his hand in his pocket and i ended up next to that arm which he didn't or couldn't move to pose better with me so, i just look like this awkward ass third wheel ... like i'm not even supposed to be in the photo ... maybe i cried about it! mind your business! ] -- and in the first photo? which i like better / have here, they didn't even catch the massive glare on my glasses for me to come back and fix [ again, i had like zero time to even think about how my head was posed so, i didn't realize! also: with my charlie cox photo? they caught the glare and called me back to take a second photo so ... ]

i also wanna say that i understand that some people don't wanna hug or do things, i don't feel entitled to celebs that way of course [ i always ask before things like that! consent always! ] but like ... i saw photos of joseph hugging people or doing cuter photos / poses -- maybe i just needed to say 'fuck it' and ask HIM instead of listening to the staff screeching at everyone, but that's just not my nature! i'm a rule-follower! lmao sgdasfdg

BUT Y'KNOW. i'm still glad i was able to do it, and there were so many other more amazing experiences and interactions that everything sort of balanced back out again. ❤️❤️❤️ charlie cox is a LITERAL ANGEL and i cannot deal with how adorable and sweet he is. jon bernthal is always a freaking delight [ utter chaos with the family taking photos with them before us like ... they had a baby that just burst into tears and it was literally ... so funny i cannot tell you. absolutely the perfect sum up to an insane day 😂 ]. we met grace van dien and gabriel luna on total whims, and they were probably some of the kindest, most lovely people i've ever met. we gave grace a couple cute beaded "friendship bracelets" that we bought from a vendor at the con [ to match ones that my friend and i had got ] so we could like all be 'besties' and she legit loved them so much and we all just high-pitch girly screamed at each other 😂💞 [ i think she even wore them the next day on sunday, too! 🥺 ].

AND LET ME TELL YOU THAT GABRIEL LUNA HAS A NEW LIFETIME FANGIRL IN ME NOW. like, i loved him on the last of us, but we literally were just like: oh he's cute, we loved the show, and his line wasn't too long at the time so we were like 'hey what the heck, let's get a photo.' he was literally leaving his table just to come into the little line and talk to EVERY PERSON to thank them for being there -- shaking hands, eye-contact, hugs, remembering people BY NAME from previous days / events / etc. i called him 'the peoples' princess' tbh and i stand by it! he looked me right in the eyes and called me 'sweetheart' and i swear to goD i swooned [ the slight southern accent really did something to me, all that combined like are yoU KIDDING ME???? ]. then when we actually went up to chat and get our photo with him like ... he loved my eddie vest i had on and was like DO YOU HAVE THE DIO PATCH, I LOVE DIO ... he then sang at me a piece of a tenacious d song that mentions dio ... told my friend that her name was the same as his first love in high school???? called me sweetheart more, called us BOTH 'cutie patooties' and just .... i was like ARE WE BEST FRIENDS NOW??? but this kind of stuff is what i go to cons for: these really amazing, special interactions that i know i'll never ever forget. i'm pretty sure i just melted into the floor -- gabriel luna is a real one for sure, and i really appreciate him taking all that time and energy to make everyone feel so special! ❤️❤️❤️

OH! then there was jodi freaking benson [ lovely! ] and sean gunn [ so cool! super nice! ] -- so, with all the madness, it was all totally worth it to meet artists who have created / been a part of so many films / shows / etc. that just mean so much to me! i appreciate them all for coming out and letting us nerds say hello! ❤️😌 NOW just to countdown until the july con where i'm gonna probably pass out after meeting andrew garfield and brie larson! lmao

[oonajaeadira]

Hi beauty ❤️ 3, 4, 7, 20, 23, 28 and 30: do you love "The Simpsons" ?

Hello, kitkat!

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a specific color that gives you the ick?

To be honest, I don't think I have one. I really love color. I mean, I will admit that I'm not a fan of most greens unless it's really blueish or pastel. The darker/muddier it is the lesser I like it...olive green is probably my last choice of paint color. Yellowish/greenish browns maybe? Camel? Remember Pedro's crochet sweater top? That's probably a color I could say makes my face involuntarily frown. So maybe it's not always a color that puts me off, but an ill-fitting combo. Like camel and cherry red. 🤮

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mythical creature you think/believe is real?

Depends on what you define as "real." Do you mean corporally walking around this Earth and can be shot and hung on a wall real? Because then the answer is none.

But there's a chance that reality is always being made and remade. Maybe it's parallel universes. Maybe it's the Big Bang over and over. Maybe we're all living in a computer simulation. Nothing is really real or permanent or proven. And yet, our brains can make the most wonderful things true. In that case, all.

What do I believe? I don't even know. I am a true agnostic in the purest sense. My spirituality is Shrodenger's Box shaped. Nothing is real. Everything is real. Possibilities are endless and I love them all.

You know, I have never done drugs and there's a THC gummy in my kitchen pantry that I've been saving for the right time. If this is me stone cold sober, I bet I'm hilarious when I'm high. And I bet acid would allow me to see through walls.

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what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

Whenever I go to the zoo, I will admit that I'm okay if I miss the aquarium because I'm not a water girl. But. Once I step inside, I'm like WELL OF COURSE I WANNA SEE ALL THESE WATER FRIENDS. My favorites there are the sea dragons. I could watch them all damn day.

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favorite disney princess movie?

Tangled. I will not be taking questions.

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do you wear jewelry?

Yes. I feel naked without earrings and rings. If it's not overkill, I'll also add a necklace, bracelets, and/or enamel pins. Sometimes I'll add them BECAUSE it's overkill.

I love jewelry, but I hate getting it as a gift because it's also the one thing I'm very very picky about. And I have certain metal allergies. So if someone buys me jewelry, there's a good chance they either bought me something I can't wear....or, if I can, then they spent too much money on me.

Fortunately, I really love beaded/stringed bracelets! (Best bet!)

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last meal on earth?

Gods, I hope it's tacos.

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do you love "The Simpsons"?

Love? No. Casually like? Sure. I've seen a handful and found them amusing. I liked it a lot when I was younger, but I kinda lost track at like season 7 or so. It boggles my mind when someone quotes an episode and is like, "do you remember that one?" And I'm like....whaaaaat. You know there's over 700 episodes, right? Mando is my favorite show and only has 24-ish episodes and I need to go rewatch that to remember everything. You expect me to remember "that one episode" of a show that's been running for a literal legal lifetime? And when I tell them I don't watch The Simpsons, they look at me in shock, like I don't drink water or breathe air.

If an episode is on in a waiting room, I will find that preferable to many other waiting room channels. I appreciate that the characters have remained recognizable for decades and you don't have to know all the episodes to enjoy the fact that Homer is going to reliably fuck up or that Marge is gonna mmmmmm at him or that Lisa is disappointed in the ignorance around her but still has lessons of her own to learn. Maggie's gonna suck on that pacifier forever (or until she grows up and becomes a raging punk, right?)

I like them. But there's too much of it for me to love. I have a Star War to obsess over....

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weirdly specific and unrelated asks

[ladyaj-13]

I want to hear about Ten Steps to Wooing Liam Payne and Untitled Document 2 for the WIP titles!

Ta muchly for the ask! Sorry I've sat on it for several days :D

Ten Steps to Wooing Liam Payne (an actual proper title and everything!) is a canon, band-era Ziam fic with - whoda thunk it - Zayn trying to woo Liam with "help" from Louis, so plenty of Zouis friendship in there too. It's probably about half done, will be about 12k, but I haven't even looked at it since July... I should pick it up again. A snippet, from step three of the plan, which is buying Liam a gift - Louis has called a clandestine progress meeting:

He counts the doors, and when he opens the right one he’s yanked into a broom closet, one foot catching on a bucket. The only reason he doesn’t go arse over tit is that there’s not really room to fall, not with the industrial floor polisher and shelves of paint cans and Louis.

“Subtle,” Louis says dryly. “I’m revoking your double 0 status.”

“Your fault,” he mutters.

“So, progress! What delights does Liam have to look forward to?”

He thinks of the pages of jewellery; the bracelet he finally gave in to and clicked ‘buy’. He’ll tuck it in a drawer back home, where it can wait for the right time. If the right time ever comes. He thinks of the jacket wending its way to Detroit, ready for when he catches up to it - the one he’ll have to wear himself. 

“I bought him a Snickers.”

He should have had his phone ready, because Louis’ face is priceless. 

“A Snickers.”

“He liked it!” he argues. Liam had. He’d looked at him all soft when he found it in the morning, and tucked it away to be eaten at a more chocolate-appropriate time, because Liam is all about the delayed gratification. It meant Zayn got another soft look three hours later when he finally unwrapped it and insisted on sharing, the chocolate melting sticky and sweet on their fingers. Best eighty cents he ever spent.

Lous crosses his arms and taps his foot. Because of their proximity, it means he’s basically drumming his toes on top of Zayn’s.

“He doesn't need anything,” Zayn says quietly. “Anything he needs, he’s already got.”

Untitled document two is much less developed; more an idea than a draft. It's an AU, and Liam - who has been dumped, and who's best friend has just moved away, so he's becoming one with his sofa in a dreary routine of work and telly - is taught how to have fun and live life again thanks to Niall (or possibly Zayn, haven't decided yet) advertising for a companion for him. Not like a companion wink wink but someone who will push him out of his comfort zone and make him do things. That person, naturally, is Louis. And it might all get a bit wink wink at the end there but probably more in a cute fluffy way.

Liam thinks, secretly, everyone’s life must be as boring as his.

No one really lives a non-stop adventure, and if they did, wouldn’t they get tired? Wouldn’t it all start to feel samey, day after day, wouldn’t they get the same rush of fear and adrenaline over a telly marathon that he does being asked to step outside of his own comfort zone?

So what if he sometimes looks up and wonders if this is all there is. So what if every now and then his mother traps him into a conversation about wasting his life away. He’s got a life. He’s got his own flat, and a steady job, and it’s not his fault his girlfriend dumped him a little over four months ago and he hasn’t felt ready to get back out there. You don’t just get over something like that. He’d been looking at rings.

This is what being an adult is. It’s routine and responsibilities and sometimes it’s disappointing and a lot of the time it’s boring. That’s just how it is.

[sechsherzen]

got no self control & just had some money come through so I ordered richard's string bracelets from prague and aarhus

[patchoulimademoiselle]

Fruit. (Part 2.)

Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: Sugar daddy relationship, alcoholism, drunk driving, language, slight foot fetish?, public displays of affection, reader is a little brat. 

(Chapter 2 of the Guns n’ Glitter series.)

A fluttering of lips against your face, you turn away and bury yourself under your covers, desperately trying to cling to sleep for as long as you can. But Tony is persistent, hands on your hips tugging you against him.

His voice is low and hoarse in your ear, "Wake up." A chill ghosts up your spine as he squeezes your hip. "We're going out today, remember?"

Yes, you remember, his fingers laced with yours as you drove his car, he told you everything he wanted to do today, each statement followed with a kiss to your knuckles in promise. But you feel exhausted. Well not really, just too comfortable to get up, and his hands on you aren't helping. He kisses the back of your neck, baby hairs standing to attention at the sensation. "No," is all you can say, pushing your face further into the pillow.

What time is it? It's a Saturday, why is he rushing?

"Come on baby," He says, a strain in his voice as he tries to be patient. "The longer we lay here, the more time we waste."

That's right, you only have two days, you're only staying for the weekend, and that has you letting out a deep sigh through your nostrils, turning to look at him.

"Five more minutes?"

He smiles, "Only if you kiss me."

Yesterday you wanted nothing more than to stay up with him, but now, Saturday morning washing over you, you just want to sleep in.

So you do kiss him, a hand in his hair as you pull his face closer to yours. It's disgusting, too sloppy and too wet this early in the morning, a mix of morning breath and an occasional mash of teeth, but he's set on devouring you, his tongue in your mouth ever so slowly pushing you to lay on your back. But you've done worse.

He slots himself between your legs, hands on your hips pressing you firmly against the mattress, and when he bites your lip, the moan that comes from your throat sounds painful, scratching it's way up and out. He swallows it, humming in approval, lips pressing to yours gently to sooth his previous action.

"You know," A huff of breath against your lips. "Believe it or not, this was supposed to be innocent."

You scoff, nails scratching his scalp, his eyes slip closed. "You're the one who climbed on top of me." You press a kiss to his chin, the hairs of his beard tickling your face.

"I can't help it, you're just so," He catches himself, thumbs rubbing little circles against your hips. "You're perfect, and you're stalling." His eyes snap open, glaring at you. "You little devil. Get up."

He's off of you before you can protest, grabbing you by your wrists and pulling you with him. Cool air bites your bare skin, the warmth of the covers was all that was protecting you from the insanely low temperature of AC in your room. He smiles at you, running a hand through his hair.

"Put on something pretty? Be ready in twenty. I'm not kidding."

You do put on something pretty, something that makes him want to say fuck it and take you back to bed like you wanted all along. But first, you freshen up in the bathroom. You brush your teeth, then walk through a delicate skin care routine, products applies with the light tap of your ring finger. You apply a light layer of makeup, slick your hair into a pony tail with some gel, then you get dressed.

You put on a little pink dress with thin straps, shoulders bare and thighs proudly on display. You dress it up with a pair of heels and a mini bag, a cuban link chain on your neck, matching diamond earrings, and bracelets that jingle every time you take a step.

"Tight," His pinky finger is caught between his teeth when he sees you, because, "My god, you don't disappoint, do you?"

"I live to please, Mr. Stark." A bat of your eyelashes, and an air kiss against his cheek, you know you'll be in trouble later.

But for now, he lets you play your part, teasing him and winding him up, because he lives for reminding you of who wears the pants in the relationship.

He pick a different car this time, the Roadster, and for a moment you think he's going to let you drive again. Reading your mind, he kisses your cheek, not on your life, and holds your hand to help you inside.

The first stop is breakfast, the sun barely risen as you leave the garage, and you're squinting against the bright light to take a few pictures. Because daddy's rich, and he's taking you out today, and you can't help but feel entitled. You work hard for the things he gives you, so damn right you're going to brag about it. Because who else can say they have Tony Stark wrapped around their finger? He drives with the top down, giving you the perfect view of the State of California.

Breakfast is more like brunch, he drives you across the state to take you to a restaurant in L.A. It's nice, on the water and not too crowded since it's so early. The sun feels warm on your skin, a mimosa in your hand, Tony takes pictures on your phone for you. Your outfit is adorable, you get many complements, the kind that makes Tony's left eye twitch if someone stares at you for too long.

"You look like you're going to have a stroke." You say, nodding to his water. "Are you hot? Drink something."

He shakes his head, plucking the lemon from his ice water. "Keep it up." Is all he says, taking a sip.

You smile, faking innocent. "What?"

He has the nerve to smile back, mocking you. "You know exactly what." He says, looking up as the waiter brings your food.

You ordered an omelette with hash browns, and Tony ordered a stack of blueberry waffles. He pours the syrup for you both, and per his request you feed him a piece. You also order a fruit bowl, sharing it between you. Your fingertips and lips stain red from the strawberries, which earns you a sweet kiss from across the table.

"Blueberries or strawberries?" You ask him suddenly, his eyes floating up from his food to your face.

"Do I get to weigh my options?" He raises an eyebrow.

"You can walk me through it." You trace the rim of your glass with a single finger, and his eyes catch it for a moment before putting his knife and fork down.

"Well, they both stain." He says it with a deviant little smirk that turns your face the color of your lips. "But strawberries taste sweeter."

"Then why do you like blueberries so much?"

"I don't necessarily like them," He says. "But I don't mind them."

"You prefer strawberries but choose blueberry pancakes?" You ask.

He lets out a huff, reaching over for your mimosa. "Must you question everything I say and do?" He counters. "Is this boring you?" He's teasing you, so you don't respond. "There wasn't a strawberry pancake option on the menu, sweetie."

You are a bit bored, your pestering is a bad habit, find anything to pick apart simply because there is nothing else to do. So you decide to occupy yourself with another task, the man sitting across from you more than willing to receive your antics.

"Is this strong enough for you?" He asks, pulling a face, placing your drink back down in front of you. "Want some wine?"

Under the table, you slip your feet out of your heels. "It's not even lunch time." You point out. "Will they serve it?"

"Did you forget who you're talking to?" He waves down the waiter, and sure enough a bottle of their most expensive wine is brought out to you.

He pours you a glass, then another, matching your one with two for himself. Your cheeks are flushed with color before you can even finish your food, and of course Tony notices, eyes dark as he watches you tap your nails against your wine glass.

Thoughts cloud his mind, The smooth look of your skin in the sunlight, face glowing and kissed by the sun. The pout of your lips, tinted red in color from fruit juice and wine. Your cheeks are flushed, eyelashes fluttering against your cheek bones each time you blink. You're comfortable, relaxed, and that's all he wanted for you today.

But then his eyes wander, down your face and to the jewelry sitting on your collar bones, jewelry he bought for you. The dress you wear is tiny, he imagines that if he looks under the table he'll see your bare panties between your legs, it hugs you like a glove, reflecting the sunlight, and there's something seductive about the way your curves move fluidly each time you shift in your seat. And then, that ghost of your touch traveling up his leg, he thinks he's imagining it at first, but then you bite your lip, resting an elbow against the table to lean forward.

He reaches a hand down, catching your foot just as it reaches the top of his thigh, and you fail at concealing a gasp.

"Forgotten our table manners, have we?" He raises an eyebrow at you, making you sit up straighter, clearing your throat.

"Of course Mr. Stark. My apologies." You decide to play coy, holding your head high, reaching a hand up to fluff your pony tail. "How do you like the wine?"

To your surprise, he doesn't let you go, fingers inching up to your ankle. "It's sweet, strong." He says, "Fruity."

"I like it too." You say, bracelets jingling as you reach for another piece of fruit. "But I think I've had more than enough."

His finger slips, over your ankle and down the arch of your foot, and you flinch in response, knee knocking the table. Your eyes widen, and you're quick to save your wine glass from tipping over.

He laughs, dropping your foot. "I agree."

He holds his hand out suddenly, eyes glistening with a sense of mischief, and you're hesitant to place your hand in his. Slowly, he guides your hand to his mouth, sucking your fingers clean of syrup and fruit juice. His tongue slides across your skin, dipping between your fingers and trailing up to the pads of your finger tips. His tongue is hot, warm, his eyes never leaving yours as he licks you clean, as he tastes you. Then as if nothing happened at all, he reaches over to dab your lips with a napkin, kissing the underside of your wrist before letting you go.

He waves down the waiter for what feels like the tenth time, leaving you flustered, wanting something much sweeter than fruit. But Tony has the day planned for you already, so you bite your tongue and let him drag you around the city, stealing one last sip of wine before you leave.

Your nail appointment is booked for noon, and it takes over two hours to get done. But being tipsy helps the process, bursting into a fit of giggles each time you look over at Tony. He sits beside you with his phone in hand, playing a game, which he lets you watch occasionally. He looks like a bored child, dragged out for a day of shopping with their mother.

When asked what color you want, Tony's hand on your thigh, you decide to let him pick.

"Red," he says, lips lingering at the corner of your mouth.

Red like those strawberries, like the juice he licked from your fingers, like the wine that's clouding your judgement. Red like the car he let your drive yesterday, red like your cheeks, because you know what he's implying. Red is his color, and now he's making you wear it.

But you continue to tease him, crossing and uncrossing your legs, arching your back to stretch your spine, shifting back and forth to pull your dress down. His eyes hardly ever leave you, looking up only when you turn to smile at him. He tells you to behave, which you blatantly ignore, shifting in your seat to face him. He doesn't complain though, taking in the sight of you, watching you relish in the feeling of being pampered.

On a couple accent nails, you get crystals and rhinestones, fingers catching the light as you hold your hand out for his credit card to pay.

Keep it up, his eyes are screaming consequences at you for your bratty behavior. But you can't help it. He's torturing you with a good time, so you're returning the favor. You thank him with a wet one right on his lips, his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the salon and back into the warm California air.

Your heels click against the pavement, hair swaying in tune with the switch of your hips, and you can't stop staring at your new nails, hands spread out in front of you as you examine them in the sunlight. Tony has good taste, the red really does suit you after all.

"Are you hungry?" You just ate a couple hours ago, but you can go for a snack. So you nod, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers. "Want some ice cream?"

Ice cream. Tony Stark has a wicked sweet tooth, or maybe he just wants to see your lips wrapped around an ice cream cone. Either way, he buys you one, strawberry for you, cookie dough for him. You let him have a lick, and you're half tempted to smear it across his face.

You're surprised that you don't get any on your clothes, especially with the rate your ice cream is melting under the sun. It takes several wet napkins to clean your hand free of that sticky feeling, because you don't think you can handle Tony licking your fingers a second time.

There's something cute about watching Tony eat ice cream, something that makes you take a picture of him, which earns you a scolding about being addicted to your cell phone. You remind him of your age difference, which has him grabbing your hip and rolling his eyes. You're just trying to get a rise out of him, and it's working, the remnants of his ice cream gone, both of his hands on you now.

"You like my age." He says, voice low and eyes squinting against the sun. "In fact, if I were closer to your age you wouldn't like me at all."

It's true, you don't like men your own age. You're too mature for that, you're chasing a career, and boys your age just want to get drunk and party all the time. Tony is a business man, an established business man, someone who encourages you to work hard and chase your dreams. Boys your age could never.

So you seal his affirmations with a kiss, "Just don't let it get to your head."

It's far too late for that already, his hand in yours as you drag him down the street.

You decide to stop in the shopping mall, Tony tucks a wad of cash in your purse and tells you to go crazy. So you do. Gucci, Chanel, Fendi, you're reaching for cash more than you can keep track of, burning through it far too quickly. When you ask for his credit card instead, he appears unphased as you run up his bill, handing him receipts to sign and bags to carry. You spend hours shopping, trying things on for him, dragging on the occasion as long as you can.

He hardly ever lets you go shopping. He much rather prefers to gift you things, let you order online instead of getting up and going to an actual store. He prefers the privacy and convenience, but today he's in a spoiling mood, tolerating all of your antics so that you can treat yourself.

You don't mean to act like a brat, he just makes it fun. You truly do appreciate all he does for you, and you decide to remind him of that when you're ready to go, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug.

"All shopped out?" He asks, lips pressed to your ear.

"My feet hurt, and I'm hungry again."

He can hear the pout in your voice, which makes him laugh, an arm tucking around your waist. "I bet. You might as well have run a marathon in those shoes today."

You pull back, looking down at them. "They're cute."

"Very cute." He kisses your nose. "Let's go."

He loads your millions of shopping bags into the trunk, and you take your heels off while you wait, letting your hair down just for a moment to massage your scalp. You reapply a bit of lip gloss and blot your forehead using your phone camera as a mirror, refreshed by the time he's finished stacking everything in the trunk.

He takes you to an authentic Italian restaurant for dinner, the menu's written in actual Italian, which Tony has no trouble translating for you. You knew he was Italian, but hearing him speak it is another story.

You order pasta and a salad, trying to be good after eating an entire basket of bread sticks. But good never lasts too long when in Tony's company, a glass of champagne is set in front of you and all morals are out of the window. You drink until you can no longer feel the pain in your feet, twirling your fork full of pasta to feed to him across the table. You're not a light weight, but he makes sure you're responsible, encouraging you to drink water and eat more bread.

He lets you sample off of his plate as well, speaking in hushed tones as he fusses over you. Are you sure you're okay? Take a break and drink some water. No more. Okay fine, this is the last one. Yes, drinking out of my glass still counts. Watch your arm, don't set it on your food. It's cute, and it keeps you smiling all night.

Tony made good on his promise to treat you today, good food, a fresh set of acrylics, and cute clothes. You felt thoroughly spoiled, shopped out and ready to go back to the house.

But he isn't finished yet.

"You got to do everything you wanted," He says, wiping his mouth clean on a napkin. "Now it's my turn."

You groan, thinking that he's going to do some shopping for himself. If that were the case, he could have been doing it with you the entire time. But that isn't what he meant at all, your eyes wide as he walks you to a jewelry store, hand firm on your back just in case. You're tired, and drunk, but nothing beats the sight of diamonds.

"I have something special in mind." He pulls his shades from his face and tucks them onto the collar of his shirt, like the true asshole that he is. Too cool to even make eye contact with the poor guy behind the register. "Something custom."

It's not everyday that a store owner sees Tony Stark walk in, so Tony cuts him some slack, flashing him a smile.

"Of course. What do you have in mind?"

It's whispered behind his hand, out of earshot and out of your line of vision. You're instantly annoyed, stepping away from him to look at the display case behind you.

He's back on you in an instant, hands next to yours on the glass, his chest against your back. He kisses your cheek, sensing your change in mood. "It will only take about an hour. Until then, let's take a look around?"

With all the spending he's already done on you, you figured he would be done. Apparently not. "Sure," You say, turning your face against his lips, stealing a quick kiss. "Thank you for today."

"That's the whole point of this, isn't it?" It's his own weird way of saying you're welcome, but it makes you roll your eyes anyway, stealing another kiss.

You're undeniably handsy, clinging to his arm as he walks you around the jewelry store. You're a bit bored though, your collection is already large enough to be over the initial excitement of basic diamonds and gold. But something does catch your eye eventually, nail between your teeth as you stop dead in your tracks.

"See something you like?"

Nail tapping against the glass, "That one." It's a cuban link chain, encrusted with pink diamonds, "I don't have a pink one."

He realizes that you don't, so it's added to his tab. So is a pair of earrings, an anklet, another necklace, by the time his custom piece is done, you've run up the total three times what it would have been originally. Oops, he doesn't seem to mind though, once again swiping his card, not blinking twice at the price. You consider this payment for making you stay out so late.

He's silent as you walk back to the car, arm tight around your shoulders, he holds the bag just out of your reach, and you feel like a child being restricted from having too much candy. You just want to hold your spoils.

"Are you still not going to let me drive?" You ask, and the laugh he lets out actually shocks you.

"God, no. You can barely keep your eyes open. Yesterday was different." Yesterday wasn't different, but you don't complain as he leans you against the car, walking off to place the jewelry bag in the trunk with the others.

You take it upon yourself to climb in, landing hard against the passenger seat. You pull your hair free form it's pony tail and kick off your shoes, placing them up on the dashboard. You can tell that he's tired too, letting out a little huff as he gets in the car finally. You smile, raking your nails across his scalp, and he enjoys your touch for a moment.

"I was going to fuck the shit out of you," He says, eyes barely open, "But I think we're both a bit too tired for that now."

You visibly deflate, pouting as you lean over the console, kissing his forehead. "Can't hang old man?"

He laughs, pointing a finger at you. "You're drunk, and we have a long ride home."

He does have a point though, by the time you do actually get home you doubt you'll be able to do anything.

"I got something for you." He says, breaking your silence.

You laugh, "You got me a lot of somethings."

"No," He shakes his head. "A special something."

"I want to see."

"Tomorrow. I promise." The smile he gives you is dazzling, washing away your annoyance almost instantly. "We need to sleep."

He looks a little guilty, but you don't hold it against him, enjoying the warmth of his hand on your thigh as he drives.

The radio down low, wind blowing your hair, you can barely hear him when he asks, "Did you have fun today?"

You nod, doing your best to look over at him. "Thank you."

He pats your thigh reassuringly, the touch comforting. "You're welcome, baby. Anything for you."

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[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty good day off. Mostly lazy. It started with a lot of anxiety for me though.

I slept all right and I woke up at around 9. I wanted to go to the mall. I was determined to go to the mall. But I also knew that the landlord was going to be coming around in the afternoon. I wasn't sure what time but I wanted to make sure it was here. So I started getting ready.

One of the issues that I'm having in this apartment is that there's too much space. So when I'm going from the bedroom to the bathroom I have to pass through another room which then reminds me that I need to do something else and then I go to the kitchen to start doing that thing and then realize that I'm passing another room and I see something else that needs to get done. And then it's just a horrible cycle. I get very stressed out by how many things that need to be done. I had to get dressed I had to water the plants I had to feed the cats I had to eat breakfast so many things. All of them got done though and it was fine I was just stressed for no reason.

James texted me and told me that there was a package over at the other apartment I had to go pick up. So I left here around 9:30 and did that. I got the mail there and package which turned out to be a cat stuffed animal for me. And I came back here. I was very overheated though. There's not a lot of Hills but it's hot outside and I had a lot of trouble picking an outfit today cuz I was too hot. And the shorts I decided on hurt my legs when I was biking. So I got back here and I got changed. And just kind of stood in front of the air conditioner. It helped but I was very uncomfortable.

I only stayed here long enough to cool off and then I left again. I biked to the subway because I thought that would be my best bet for getting to the mall. That's how I've always gotten to the mall. Turns out it's only like a 12 minute bike ride. I'm very annoyed about this because I waited for the subway for almost a half an hour. I felt very stupid. And I didn't even have cell service down there so I didn't realize how short of a bike ride it was until later on. At least I have an interesting podcast to listen to. It could have been worse.

But because of the long way and the Heat by the time I got to the mall I was kind of just sad and felt kind of weird. I want a Forever 21 but I didn't really want to look at clothes. And that Mal has not got a lot of things in it. Did you have a Claire's though. And they were having their 3-4-3 sale. And I went in and wasn't going to get anything but then I saw that they had the Platypus Beanie Baby that I had seen on the boardwalk. The one that I couldn't find. And so I got it and some nail polish and a present for Jess. It was nice. Help me feel a little bit better.

I got a pretzel. Finally. I actually got two pretzels and brought them home with me. I've been kind of snacking on them all day. Say microwave pretty well. And then I just kind of wandered. I started to leave and then I realized it was 11:30 and I hadn't had breakfast yet. I was saving the pretzels for later. So I look to see where I Burger King was because I had seen someone with a cup from it. Turns out it was in the mall just kind of setback so I didn't see it. I went in and I want to order the veggie burger always get. Only to find out that even though it's on their menu they no longer carry it because of the impossible Burger. Wonderful. I can't eat the impossible Burger. I've tried it multiple times now and two of the three times I've tried it I've gotten sick. So I don't trust it. And I really like the veggie burger at Burger King. Explain the girl why I can't have it and she told me I should fill out the survey. So we did and just said that I was disappointed. I got fries and a soda and sat down. But I just felt very sad. I just wanted to go home.

Thankfully waiting for the Subway on the way back wasn't as long. It was still really hard to bike home and the Heat. And I promised myself I would get a cold bath as soon as I was home.

And that's exactly what I did. I got him cold baths and I had my pretzel. Eventually I had a burrito. I just tried to enjoy my afternoon.

Our landlady, Tina, texted me that she was running late. Originally when she had called me when I first got home she said she would be there around 3:30 or 4. But her sister's car had broken down and she had to drive her somewhere so she would be here closer to 5. That's cool I wasn't planning on going anywhere.

But then I hit kind of a mid-afternoon slump and I got incredibly tired. I set an alarm for 4:30 just in case I fell asleep. I just felt exhausted.

I went downstairs to get a package. It was a bunch of small stuff from my mom. But she also apparently sent me an envelope. And that wasn't there yet so later on a little bit before 5 I open the door to go downstairs. But when I did I saw that the office door that is the apartment next door to me was open and there was a huge bag of peaches on the table in the hallway. I assumed that meant the landlady was there so I just went back in my apartment.

And I was right! Tina knocked on my door a couple minutes after 5 with the big bag of peaches. She brought them for me and James. She is so sweet. I want to give her a big hug. She reminds me of my dad's Aunt Ellen. An older lady probably mid-70s. Crepe paper skin and glasses. She had earrings and a necklace and a bracelet on. She has short blond hair that was kind of curled. And I just think she's so sweet. We sat and talked for about a half an hour. She gave me the lease and she told me the history of the building. At least what she knows.

Her and her ex-husband bought this home years ago. They lived here on the first floor and in this apartment before she had kids. And after they had kids they moved West Virginia and started renting the place. The building itself was built in 1904 and I was right about it being a family that owns a department store downtown. They commissioned the building when they got married. And then they left for 6 months. When they got back they started their life but the wife died a few years later they think in childbirth. He was very sad and so he moved to the building next door. The one that's an old person's home now. At least we think it's an old person's home. But that building was filled with artists and art collectors at that time. Just filled with that kind of energy. He continued to own the home for a while and rent it out. It changed hands two more times at least before Tina and her husband at the time bought it. And my favorite thing that you told me was that turns out the apartment I'm living in was the original owners Billiards room. I think that is hilarious.

It was really nice to talk to her though and she said the sign the lease when we get a chance. To contact her if we have any questions. The only real question I have now that I've read over the lease has there's a clause in it that says we can only have white curtains. And I want to check about that. Cuz that seems bizarre. But it is a standard lease that she just got from the library so maybe she doesn't know that it says that.

After she left I ate one of the peaches and it was incredible. Like I literally ate the entire thing it was falling off of the pit. It was great. And then I just kind of hang out for a bit. Enjoyed being in the apartment.

Eventually I worked on some art. The kitty cat James gave me I went to pick up earlier had very strange eyes. So I tried to call her the man. But that looked worse. So I removed them and put new ones on. At least fixed the size and placement. I like it a lot better now. And then I worked on some aren't and I had pizza for dinner. I just had a nice night. I miss James. He's at a baseball game right now. The whole reason for his trip. I hope he's having a good time up in Boston. He sent me pictures of the museum he was at today. And he promised me a souvenir. I look forward to having him back.

I'm laying in bed now. Sweet pea is manhandling my stuffed animals. And being a nuisance. But I'm really just ready to get some sleep.

I work at the Museum tomorrow. And then James comes back. And then it supposed to be D&D. I look forward to seeing our friends. I hope you guys all have a nice day tomorrow. Be safe. Take care of each other.

[grungeandrockoneshots]

Can you write something were reader is good friends with guys of soundgarden. And they see her as super badass and all but at One point Chris finds out that reader is self harming (or was about to do that) and he comforts her anfd fluff? I've been so triggered the last days and I just need some comfort..

„Hey boys! You’re looking in the wrong direction!“ youscreamed through the airport hall as soon as you noticed your four friends.They were standing with their backs turned to you, so they had no chance to seeyou approaching them. After hearing your voice, they all turned around and ranto you with the biggest smiles on their faces.

„Y/N! Finally!“ Chris enthusiastically exclaimed and theyall locked you in a group hug. Chris, Ben, Matt and Kim were friends who weremore like your family. You first met them at high school during one detentionclass, because all of you had some kind of rebellious attitude and liked tobreak all the rules back then. You soon got very close to each other andstarted doing the rogueries together. As time went by, the guys set up a bandwhich has become very successful not only in America but all over the world andyou had no choice but to accept the cruel fact of constantly being cut off fromthem because of their touring. Many things have changed during this time, butmostly you. You’ve grown up and quit your high school manners. That’s why youwere surprised the guys still saw that rebel soul in you after all this time.Right now you were going through some tough stuff in your life, your family hasbecome very distant and strange and moreover you were still dealing with abreak up you were forced to go through several months ago. Needless to say thatthe guys lifted your mood up a lot when they called you and told you they hadbooked you a plane ticket to New York to see them. You really hoped you’d cometo different thoughts with them.

„You missed me, right? I know you did!“ you smiled at them.

„Well…I don’t know, did you guys?“ Kim said jokingly andturned to the boys.

„Funny,“ you rolled your eyes with laughter, „but thanks forgetting me here, I’m so excited!“ You got out of the airport hall together andwaited for the taxi to pick you up. The sun was just at its highest and becauseit was the beginning of August, you all found it almost impossible to standanywhere where you were not protected by a shadow. The heat was terrible tohandle, plus when you were wearing a long-sleeved shirt. You needed to keepyour body covered at all costs.

„You should win some award for wearing this in thisdisgusting weather,“ Matt pointed to your shirt, „but I get it, yeah, you lookpretty cool and looking cool is important in a big city, right?“

„Exactly, Matt,“ you winked at him, but looking cool was inreality the last thing you wanted. No, there were different reasons. Reasonsyou prayed they would never find out. When the taxi finally arrived, youhappily got in and let the driver get you to the boys‘ hotel. You’ve never beento New York before, so you watched the city through the car windows totallyamazed. You were nervously playing with your hands, because all of this wasjust something new to you. You couldn’t stop thinking about everything and eventhough you tried so hard, your thoughts were still flying back to your hometownwhere so many bad things had happened recently. You even misheard the boys fewtimes when they spoke to you and you weren’t paying attention to them.Fortunately, after half an hour or so you stood in front of a huge and fancy hotelin which your friends were staying. They helped you with your luggage and ledyou to your room. What made you really anxious was a small conversation Ben andKim had on the way to your room which slowly grew into your biggest fear.

„If this heat continues to burn me down alive one more day,I swear I’m leaving the band and I’m moving to the polar bears forever. ThankGod for our swimming pool, I can’t wait to jump in,“ Ben muttered.

„Yeah, man, I’ll join you. All of us should go, it’s gonnabe fun! Y/N, remember how you stood underwater for more than a minute once? Youshould do two minutes today,“ Kim smiled, but you didn’t feel like smiling atall.

„Ah, no. I…I’m quite tired after the flight, you know? Ithink I’ll unpack my bags and take a little walk around,“ you said and tried toput tiredness to your voice.

„No, you can’t do this to us, Y/N! Ten minutes, please!“

„Sorry, I don’t feel like going now, Kim. Have fun, though,“you sent them a quick smile and disappeared behind the door. You breathed outas soon as you were certain you were all alone. You threw your luggage somewhereto the bed, went to the window and watched the life outside with eyes slowlyfilling up with tears. You were supposed to be happy here, to forget about thepain you’ve been going through and not to lie to your best friends and hurtthem like this. Another day and you disappointed people around you again. Youwere trapped in a circle with no way out.

Few moments later you heard a knock on the door. You quicklywiped the salt water off your cheeks, cleared your throat and exclaimed: „Yes?“It was Chris and his appearance made you smile a little.

„Do you have a minute?“ he asked and you nodded your head.

„Always for you,“ you said. He was sitting down on the bedwhen you suddenly remembered you actually had a little present for him. „Wait,I have something for you, just let me find it.“ You dived your hand into yourbag and after a while you found a bracelet you had bought him. It was from afestival you wanted to go to together, but the Soundgarden tour crossed hisplans and so you had to go alone. „I know how much you wanted to be there, sothis is the smallest and most absurd thing I could do for you,“ you took hishand and wrapped the bracelet around his wrist.

„Y/N,“ he smiled really widely, „thank you so much, but youknow you didn’t have to. You’re amazing.“ He didn’t let go of your hand and fora moment you felt a strong wave of joy flowing through your body. It lasteduntil his smile faded away. „And that’s the thing, you know? You’re so amazing,that I absolutely don’t get why…why this?“ he softly moved his thumb up yourwrist where he clearly felt your damaged skin. He sat a bit closer to you andtook your other hand in his. „Why? What happened that made you do this?“ hewhispered with tears in his eyes. You could barely stop your own now.

„I don’t know, Chris…there are just too many things I wasn’table to handle…and everything I do is bad, every single thing I do. I keep disappointingpeople I love all the time and then we end up becoming strangers. It’s the same every time, I‘ve lost myboyfriend, mum, dad, sister and…what if you’re the next one? I’m so tired ofbeing alone, but when someone wants to get closer, I push them away. Peoplelike me don’t deserve anything good, Chris, people like me only deserve to payfor what they’ve done. I…I don’t know what to do anymore,“ you sobbed so hardthat your whole body was shaking. You didn’t want anyone to know about thisside of you, but maybe you needed to get it out of yourself.

„Y/N, sweetheart, stop crying, please,“ Chris took your facein his hands and started wiping off all the tears, „I want you to listen to me.Are you listening to me? Okay. There’s no way in which you couldever disappoint me. What do you even mean by it? I know you for so long, for sofucking long and I’m telling you that you’re the most loving, caring and humbleperson I’ve met, you deserve the whole world. Nothing is worth your pain. Oh God,I have no idea what you had to go through when I wasn’t with you. I should havenoticed something earlier, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me the most.“

„N-no no no, don’t ever dare to blame yourself, everything’smy fault, I did it and no one else is responsible for it,“ you cried your heartout. „I didn’t mean to hurt you, Chris, I really didn’t. I’ll understand if youdon’t want to see me anymore, because if I were you, I wouldn’t have wanted tosee me, too.“

„What are you talking about? You have no idea how much I careabout you, do you really think I would be able to leave you? Y/N, please, trustme,“ he pulled you closer and started giving you soft forehead kisses while youfirmly held his shirt in your fingers. You closed your eyes and let him comfortyou, but your eyes still producted the unwanted tears. Chris persistentlycleansed your face and once you realized his lips left your forehead, you feltthem placed on yours. Chris gave you slow and gentle kiss which you wishedwould never stop. He was the only hope. The only light.

„Do you trust me?“ he repeated when he pulled away. Younodded. „And do you know there’s a much better life waiting for you? I’ll makethe pain go away, just say you’ll be mine,“ he smiled a little.

„I will,“ you finally managed to smile as well and then youkissed Chris again with complete belief in his words.

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I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope you’re okay now and if not, this oneshot may help you a bit!♥