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[ryathenaughtykitsune]

@astralysies

[ahsokasleftbicep]

Name and Soul: Chapter 3

AH! Here we go! Enjoy!

@mqgriett @darkangel4121 @thelambandthewolffe @maulscrosshair @trash-dino-5000

Crosshair x F! reader

Word Count: 2091

Warnings: SPOILERS for episode 3, Wrecker being best uncle, Sad Crosshair stuff, internal conflict, Tarkin being awful

“That doesn’t look very comfortable, kid.” You crouch down to Omega, who set herself up against Gonky and a wall.

“It’s okay, we’re fine.” The girl smiles up at you before looking back to her datapad.

You sit down next to her, patting the droid behind her. “How’s that diary coming along?”

Omega smiles and reaches next to her, opening the diary excitedly. “Really well! I can’t wait till we get him back. Do you think I could be as good of a shot as he is?”

“Oh I know you can,” You lean down to her ear, “And don’t ever tell him this, but I think you could be better.”

“No way, you’re lying.” Omega smiles and pushes your arm, laughing.

“Omega, I swear on my life, that I would never lie to you. You have talent and you're smart. You have a lot of opportunities out there.”

“Y/n! Can you give me a hand over here!” Echo pokes his head out from the cockpit.

“Yeah, one sec.” You rest your hand on the girl's shoulder, “I’ll be right back.”

“Y/n!”

“Alright alright, I’m coming!” You roll your eyes as you walk over to the man.

“The ship got hit hard when we left Saleucami. Everything has been glitching ever since. Things would go faster if I had some help.” Echo glares at Tech, who’s fiddling with… something.

“As soon as I finish this scanner.”

You lean on Tech’s chair. “But if the ship crashes, you won’t have the tools to finish your project.”

The man raises his eyebrow and glances at you. “If the scanner isn’t finished, we might have a repeat of Kamino’s events.” The three of you go silent before Tech changes the subject. “Besides, the ship's diagnostic report indicated no critical systems were compromised.”

The ship rumbles and you and Echo are thrown to the floor. When you look up again, you no longer see the blue of hyperspace.

“What were you saying about the ship being fine again?” Tech glares at you before grabbing the controls. The ship rumbles, nearly knocking you down again. “We’re crashing.”

You strap yourself in across from Wrecker and Omega. The internal lights start flashing red.

“We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die!” Wrecker grips his seat.

“Wrecker!” The man looks at you, following your eyes to Omega, who looks terrified. She frantically looks between the two of you.

“We’re gonna… be fine. We’re gonna be fine.”

--

“Is it over?” Omega looks at you, still shaken up.

You walk to her and squeeze her hand, “Yep, it’s all over. Are you okay?”

The girl nods hesitantly, “Y-yeah, I think.”

“... we have one spare capacitor onboard.” Tech states to the rest of you.

Omega walks over to a shelf and pulls out a box. Something you recognize.

“Omega…”

“Is it in here?” The girl looks at you all, stopping on your mute expression. “What?”

You straighten up, “That’s Crosshair’s weapons kit.”

Wrecker groans, “I’ll say it. I kinda miss him.”

Tech begins to describe what the inhibitor chip can do, but Hunter cuts in. You furrow your brows at his actions.

“Look, debating this won’t fix the ship.” Hunter glances at you before continuing. “We need to get off this rock.”

--

“Is it possible to implant a chip into a natural born?” Tarkin stares at the clone through the glass.

“It is.” Nala Se speaks quietly. “Why do you ask?”

“Private L/n is a very skilled soldier, those skills would be useful. Once she is caught, I need her unwavering loyalty.”

“Governor Tarkin.” Rampart walks into the room. “I have the report on Private L/n.”

“Very good, what did you find?” Tarkin turns his attention to the man for a split second.

“She’s as skilled as any clone, if not more. She graduated top of her class as a marksman at the Academy of Carida. If I may, L/n’s skills would be incredibly useful for Project War Mantle.”

“My thoughts exactly, Rampart.”

--

You stuck your hand out from the floor of the ship, Omega handed you a tool, curiously looking down at you.

“Where did you learn all this stuff?”

“Oh way before the war, this isn’t my first.”

“It’s not? Where were you before?”

You take off Tech’s spare goggles and sigh, “I think that’s a story for another time.”

Wrecker walks by, rubbing his head. “Ow! Ow”

You stand up and tap Wrecker’s leg. “What’s up with you?”

Wrecker winced again, “I must’ve hit my head in the crash. Ow.”

You hop up, setting down your tools. “I have an ice pack, that’ll help.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” Wrecker follows you back, “Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“My head doesn’t hurt that bad. But I wanted to ask you something.”

You turn around, confused. “Go ahead.”

“Well, you know how Omega has no room, like one of her own? What if we made her one? Make it a surprise.”

You smile widely, “I think that’s a great idea, Wrecker. We need to distract Omega though.”

“Guys, you need to come see this!” Hunter calls out.

As you walk out, you see a large shadow cross the window. “Woah! What the heck was that?”

Omega looks at you wide-eyed, “Some creature with a huge tail!”

Tech clears his throat, “Most likely an Ordo Moon Dragon, it took the part.”

A moment and some banter later, Hunter and Omega are getting ready to go after the creature. You look at Hunter, “Be careful.”

“Will do.”

You then look at Omega, “And you stay close to Hunter.”

“I promise! Cross my heart!” The girl responds happily.

You chuckle and wave as the two walkout. You glance at Echo and Tech arguing in the cockpit. You roll your eyes and walk to Wrecker. “Okay, let's get started! With Hunter’s senses, we don’t have a lot of time.”

--

Crosshair stands at the door, “Sir, you called me again.”

“Yes, you will have to abandon your search for Clone Force 99 for a moment. Onderonian insurgents have been found again, I will introduce you to your new squad. Find the insurgents and eliminate them. After you complete this, then you can continue your original task.”

“Yes sir, find Private L/n, terminate Clone Force 99.” The man walked out and back to his barracks. He sits on his bunk, grabbing the same necklace that he’s looked at more than a dozen times before.

Why do I care? I don’t know this woman. I love her… Wait, no. She’s a traitor. Don’t hurt her.

Crosshair lifts the ring into the light. He falls back onto his bed, clipping the necklace around his neck, completely unaware of what he did. I miss her. She betrayed the Empire. I miss my brothers. They left me. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.

--

“What’s this?” Wrecker picks up the diary from the floor. You look back from the blankets you tie up to the top of the ceiling.

“Omega is writing all the stuff that happens in there. She said it’s for when we get Crosshair back.” You turn back, looking out the window of the gunner room.

“You don’t believe her?” Wrecker places the diary on the gunner chair.

“I do. But every day we leave him there makes it feel like it’s impossible. And no one acknowledges what happened. Not even Hunter…”

Wrecker places his hand on your shoulder, “I know, but Hunter misses him. You know how he is, he can hide that stuff easy.”

“I know, but I wish he would talk about it.”

--

This man was pissing Crosshair off. He’s arrogant. And chatty.

“Hey clone, what’s that around your neck?”

“None of your business.” Crosshair glares at the blonde man.

He smirks, “A little lady, maybe?” He scoffs, “Why would someone go with a clone.”

The group steps out of the ship, sneaking through the woods. Crosshair straightens his back.

“Move out.”

--

“Wrecker, I think we need one more blanket, just to be safe. And do we have any lights?” You jump down from the room, waiting for Wrecker.

“We have lights.” The man lifts a string of them up. “I’ll get 'em.”

“I’ll go get another blanket.” You walk to your room, glancing at the bunk. Crosshairs blanket is folded at the end, just like you left it that morning. You pick it up and hold it to your face. You smell him. It’s comforting, warm, and very uniquely Crosshair.

“Here we go, one blanket.” You place the blanket with the others. “It looks great so far.”

--

“Where’s Gerrera?”

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t tell you anyway.” The insurgent sneers at the helmeted man.

Crosshair tilts his head, “I believe you.” He lifts his blaster. NO! He pulls the trigger and the woman falls to the ground.

He lifts his weapon to the civilians. STOP!

“What are you doing? Gerrera’s fighters are dead. We should bring civilians in.” The blonde man steps forward.

“Those weren’t our orders.”

“Forget it, this is wrong.”

Crosshair walked up to the man, stopping toe to toe.

“You want to know why they put me in charge?”, stop it… please. “It’s because I’m willing to do what needs to be done.” He pulls out his blaster and pulls the trigger. The man drops. No, no, NO! Good soldiers follow orders. “Finish the mission.”

--

You are finishing up the room when Wrecker comes up. He’s holding something. Lula?

“What’s Lula doing here?” You look at the large soldier, who rubs the back of his neck shyly.

“I thought that Omega would like it, something to hold onto.”

“I think that’s great, Wrecker. She’ll love it.” You hold the doll and place it on the bed… next to her diary.

--

Crosshair looks at what’s left of his “squad”.

“If any of you tell higher-ups about this,” He pulls the necklace from under his armor. “I will kill you all.”

The soldiers tense up and all nod at the same time.

“... good.” I- I killed them. Innocent people. The ship lands, he goes through another lengthy debrief, he goes back to his barracks. Ignoring the others, he sits on his bunk, completely silent. Images flash through his head… of you. This woman. Y/N! Your smile, your hair, everything about you. He looks at the ring around his neck. He was right. Why would she be with me… who could love me?

--

“Tech! Can we please leave?”

“Gladly.” The man flips a few switches and the ship starts moving.

“Y/n!” Omega runs up to you.

“Omega! I heard you completed the mission? How’d it feel?”

“Well, I was really scared at first, but then I was able to get the part by tricking the creature!” The girl smiles up at you.

“I knew you’d be fine! And you saved Hunter.” You put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m proud of you, Omega.”

The girl hugs you, “Thank you, y/n.”

Wrecker walks up behind you, “Hey kid. Come with me.”

Omega raises her eyebrow, looking at Wrecker, then you.

You and the man chuckled, “Just cover your eyes.”

Wrecker guides Omega to the back of the ship, you following behind. He stops in front of the gunner room.

“Okay, open ‘em.”

Omega gasps at the view, looking from the room to Wrecker, back to the room, then you.

You walk up with a smile. “Well, what do you think?”

“I- I love it. You guys did this?”

“Yep! Y/n picked out the lights. We put it together when you guys left.”

“It was Wrecker’s idea. A great one at that.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Omega jumps up and down before climbing up the ladder, sitting on the blankets. “I never had my own room before.” She picks up Lula, then sets the diary on her lap.

“You’re a part of this squad now too. You deserve your own room.”

--

You are lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling. The door swooshes open, revealing Omega, holding the diary loosely in her hand.

“Omega, it’s late. Why are you up?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” She walks across the floor and crawls up onto your bed. “Can you tell me a story? Please?”

You look at the girl and nod. Omega scoots into your side and rests her head on your shoulder.

“Hmmm, how about another mission story?”

The girl nods, paying attention.

“So, we met with a Jedi, Anakin Skywalker…”

Hunter walks to your room the next morning, finding you asleep against your headboard, Omega asleep, snuggled into your side.

[aforrestofstuff]

I'd like to know if you have any cooking skills headcanons!! Like, from who's able to make a absolute meal to who burns microwaved instant noodles.

I’ve done a few individual headcanons about cooking before, but I think it’s time for a refresher. You could call this... the main course.

Okay, enough of that bullshit. Here’s the hcs. Thanks for your ask, anon! ❤️❤️💞

Disclaimer: this shit is crack as fuck because I have very strong feelings about cooking lmfao. FOH don’t interact.

Tornado of Terror: She’d find a way to burn ice cream, honestly. She tries so hard (by god she tries) but her meals always come out as a convoluted mess with ingredients that have no reason being together. She eats her steaks well done and boils hamburgers. It’s a nightmare. She doesn’t really spend too much time in the kitchen, however, because she knows she sucks at cooking and because of this, makes 90% of her diet consist of takeout. But if she did spend more of her day cooking, she’d probably discover the recipe to meth accidentally. It’s that bad.

Silverfang: Stubborn old grandpa way of cooking. He’s got a handful of recipes that have been passed down for generations and he’s gonna carry those fuckers to his grave. When Garou was living at the dojo, the little bastard would try to make some changes to these recipes and Bang had to will every molecule in his arthritis-riddled body to not RKO this kid (not really, Bang wouldn’t hurt a fly). But I digress. He’s a decent cook, knows all the fundamentals and all of that shit.

Atomic Samurai: Can’t cook or bake for shit although he, of course, talks himself up like he can. The extent of his cooking knowledge is only within the realm of “shit you can roast over a campfire when your cheap ass can’t scrape together enough coin to pay the electricity bill”. But now that he’s got that S-Class paycheck and three other disciples to freeload off of, they pretty much cater to his every food-related need. He’s useless in the kitchen. Utterly fucking useless.

Child Emperor: Doesn’t know how to cook (little bastard ain’t even tall enough to reach the stove imo) but luckily he’s got that PHAT BRAIN so he can easily just build a Gordon Ramsey bot 3000 to replace his incompetence in the kitchen. His diet consists of Dino nuggets and microwaveable noodles so it’s not like he’s doing the world a great disservice by not learning how to cook properly.

Metal Knight: Same as Child Emperor except he’s a rich bastard and programs his bots to make that fancy shit with only the finest ingredients. He’s got enough cash from doing black market tech trades and building up his robo-army that this motherfucker could snort caviar for fun. He’s a real pompous asshole about it.

King: His mom taught him to cook a few things, nothing serious. He’s one of those dudes that doesn’t really know how to make much, but the few dishes that he does know how to cook are fucking BOMB. He’s got a cast iron skillet for making pancakes and everything, bitch is already halfway to being a chef himself. Other than that, however, he’s a ramen monster. His blood is practically pre-packaged bone broth.

Zombieman: I’ve said this in a previous hc but he’s a damn good cook. One problem though: he only knows how to make single servings of everything because he eats alone almost all the time. He specializes in meats. Bitch is a carnivore. He bought himself a set of those 500-dollar butcher knives so he can carve up cuts like a monster. He hemorrhages cash into fancy wood chips so he can get that smoky flavor juuuuust right. He’s got an Outdoor Chef setup on his patio. My mans is living the DREAM.

Drive Knight: He can eat but does he really need to? His cooking expertise is popping a new battery in. There you go.

Pig God: Oh my god if this man’s kitchen isn’t Michelin-Star quality. He eats a lot and he cooks a lot, it’s only natural. He’s got an indoor grill and pot chandelier and buys industrial-sized buckets of pickles and roast beef by the cow and— okay he just has a lot of food, alright? And he’s got that PHAT S-Class paycheck so my boy probably has a whole walk-in fridge just to put all the fucking food he eats. Bonus points if he hires a dishboy to work and a contractor to implement a three-sink dish station with “Clean-Rinse-Sanitize” stickers slapped on the steel, lol. But yeah, he cooks for 500 people at a time because he eats enough for 500 people at a time. Gotta maintain that figure, you know what I’m saying?

Superalloy Darkshine: He has. Oh my god— he has a full shelf dedicated to just. DOZENS OF JARS of whey protein. He has two blenders: one for fruit smoothies and one for protein shakes. His kitchen? Spotless. He knows how to cook and he eats like a bodybuilder (because he is one, duh) so he’s got that fridge STOCKED at all times. He cleans like he’s getting paid for it because nothing feels better than wiping down a gas stove until that bitch is spotless. However, his taste is garbage. He can throw down in the kitchen but does it taste good? No. Sometimes the ultra-healthy alternative to something isn’t always the greatest. He’s grown accustomed to putting zucchini in his cakes and almost damn well likes the texture of it, but don’t invite this guy to the potluck because he WILL show up with a vegetable nightmare that’s sure to make even vegans gag. Sorry bud, but nobody likes soy bacon.

Watchdog Man: furry ass.

Flashy Flash: I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but he’s pescatarian. He grew up on a coastal town before being sold of to the ninja village like a goddamned carpet and now fish is the only meat he eats. His cooking ability is about as good as one would expect from a homesless ninja. Like Atomic Samurai, he can throw it down over the campfire and still find a way to make a decent dish (in both presentation and taste) despite having limited knowledge and resources to work with. Bitch can whip up a five-star meal with some branches, a fish, and half a carrot like it was second nature. That’s about it though. He’s useless in an actual kitchen.

Genos: It’s canon. He’s a housewife. He only knows how to make the select few dishes that play an integral part in Saitama’s diet, though (because Genos can eat but he doesn’t really need to, so he only does it when he and Saitama are sharing a meal). Those dishes include things like: actual garbage. He cooks shit food. It’s not his fault. Saitama just eats like a fucking twat. There’s rats that live in the dumpster outside the restaurant I work in that have a better diet than him. Genos just works with what the poor bastard’s got and has gained a pretty mediocre grasp on cooking because of it. If he wanted to, though, he could easily be the best chef in all the land. Too bad he’s more focused on being an ultra-powerful speed demon.

Metal Bat: Tries his absolute best to cook healthy meals for him and Zenko when he almost always resorts to just popping a frozen pizza in the oven and calling it a day. I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but he eats his shit BURNT. Bitch like his steak well done, his yolks grey, and his chicken vaporized. The only exception to this is sushi because there really is no other way to enjoy it other than having it raw. Trust me, though. If there was a way to burn the fuck out of sashimi while still having it be sashimi, he’d find a way to do it and like it. But yeah, as I said: he sucks ass at cooking. He’s tried the tutorials, he’s bought the skillets, he’s sharpened the knives, but he just can’t fucking do it.

Tanktop Master: Same as Superalloy. They bond over gross-ass ultra-healthy recipes that only they enjoy. The Tanktop Gang loves him but they always kindly refuse to eat over at his house because they know he’s gonna try to make them ingest a broccoli loaf or some shit. He’s not too strict about his diet, though. He’ll chill out and have a pizza every once and a while, but only when he’s hanging out with the homies.

Puri-Puri Prisoner: He has a job in prison where he helps out in the kitchen for seventy-five cents an hour, but that’s about the extent of it. He’s got the bare basics down and could put together a decent meal for date night if he really tried (and had a damn kitchen to work with). On top of that, he can throw down some tasty prison food recipes, hand-crafted from the brick box itself. Ramen pad Thai, anyone?

Amai Mask: he’s rich as fuck, why does he need to cook? Bitch hired a chef and now all he does it drink skim milk and eat food from the top shelf. He couldn’t fry an egg if his life depended on it. Poor bastard doesn’t even know what a whisk is. And don’t even get me started on how much of a slob he is. The ten-minute process of making a single plate of spaghetti will have his kitchen in such a disgusting state that it’ll take him and a trusty Mister Clean Magic Eraser five hours just to clean it up. That is, if he even has the basic human decency to pick up after himself. He’ll probably just hire someone to do for him and then tip them a crisp 100-dollar bill for their troubles, only to make an even worse mess tomorrow.

Iaian: I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but yes: he can cook. It’s nothing special. He’s got a suburban dad sense of cooking where he, like King, can only make a select few dishes but makes those dishes taste magical. He’s got 0 utensils and shit kitchen to work with (because Kami’s place is probably like, centuries old on account of him still being a Samurai), but boy can Iaian whip up a feast like no other despite all that. It’s all protein-packed flavor bombs that look simple in comparison to, say, Zombieman or Metal Knight’s food, but it still tastes good all the same. Kama eats off of his plate all the time and it used to annoy him but they’ve grown so close that they might as well share forks at this point.

Okamaitachi: Can’t really cook, but they are a baking god. I don’t know much about baking but I know they’ve got a cupboard dedicated to their plethora of sourdough starters. They buy yeast by the pound and make enough bread to feed entire armies some days. Whatever the gang doesn’t eat, they donate it to the local homeless shelter and make it a habit to go out of their way performing good deeds that don’t always involve sword fighting (something Kami insists he instilled into them via his teachings— which is bullshit. Kama is just naturally good-hearted and sweet).

Bushidrill: Can’t cook or bake for shit but like Atomic Samurai and Flash, can throw it down on the campfire. Don’t let this man near any turkeys or pigs because he will spitroast the fuck out of them.

Fubuki: Okay, not only is she a great cook but she’s as dogmatic as a coked-out head chef. She and the Blizzard Group sometimes cook together in her massive kitchen (she poured all of her measly paycheck into it because by god, if her apartment doesn’t have a kitchen fit for a chef then it’s not worth living in), and she’ll be barking orders like a damn crow. She’s got the two-grand knife set, cast-iron everything, bronze accents on the sink, and the ability to deglaze a pan without starting a fire. She’s a natural. If she cooks for you, then that’s how you know she likes you. All in all, her food tastes and looks great. She’s a bit low on funds on account of being only Class-B, so she sometimes takes little shortcuts when plating her dishes, like using celery leaves in place of parsley and all that jazz.

Saitama: I’ve already said that his diet is absolute shit and part of that is due to being poor, but I will show mercy and say that he’s a decent cook. He only makes what he knows he’s gonna like and doesn’t leave any room for experimentation unless his budget allows it (which isn’t often). His kitchen only has the bare essentials. Genos has offered to buy him more equipment and even renovate the damn thing for him but Saitama refuses each time because then he’d have a bigass kitchen just for making a poor man’s omurice, and that would be a waste. His talent, though? Making a perfect omelet. He can fold the egg like a sheet with no tears and no brown spots. It tastes heavenly.

Mumen Rider: Ultra-safe in the kitchen. He doesn’t even own a knife sharpener because he’s clumsy enough to know he’ll cut himself the moment he even tries to use it. His pot handles all have coverings and he’s watched all of the food safety and fire safety videos out there. He could give a goddamned seminar on it. Food-wise, he’s a decent home cook. Nothing special. He does, however, share Superalloy and Tanktop’s nasty habit of over healthy-ing everything to oblivion and making it a tasteless, vegetative mess. It doesn’t matter if you invite him to the potluck or not because he’ll bring a cauliflower pizza anyway and y’all better fucking enjoy it or he’ll start crying.

Sonic: The same as Flashy Flash, minus the pescatarianism. He’d butcher a pig without blinking an eye, and often uses his katana in cooking (even though it poses like, 87 different safety hazards and is most definitely health violation). He can forage quite well and has taken a liking to wild mushrooms and berries over the years. It’s gotten so natural to him that he now knows by heart the specific time of year in which the wild berries are ripest, and which species of salmon inhabit certain streams on any given day.

Garou: Would burn water. End of story. His cooking is so bad and dangerous that everyone thinks he’s an arsonist when he really just starts fires on accident. Don’t let this fucker near a stove, for the love of god.

[mywonuderful]

Not So Cold-Hearted Pt.6

Summary: Y/N, a member of a popular newly debut girl group and Wonwoo has what some may call a relationship with emotional ambivalent. Will their relationship remain cold-blooded or will they finally come to an agreement and become something more?

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

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“So what did you do today?” You build up the confident to try starting a conversation. “Sleep.” he took a slip from his cup.

‘Why did I even decide to walk into his dorm the first place…’ You bit your lip from scolding yourself to not know about his short responses. You started down at your cup while fidgeting with your fingers. Glancing up at Wonwoo, he was staring blankly at the TV screen, immersed into the game, forgetting you were here until his stomach lets out a growl. Trying to cover it up, he lets out a cough as you notice that his cheeks starting tinting pink. You couldn’t help be to let out a faint chuckle. 

“Man... I haven’t eaten all day.” He mumbles to himself as he stood up and headed towards the kitchen. You started hearing rustling in the kitchen as you were about to peek to see what he was doing when your phone started vibrating.

You let out a chuckle as you read your members text when you heard something place in front of you. Looking down, you saw a slice of the cake you made earlier. Without saying anything, Wonwoo sat back down and started eating the cake silently. “I only brought you a piece to return the favor. Don’t think of anything more.” He said after a bit while you where still staring down at the plate. He looks up at you and sees you smiling before eating the cake. “How is it?” You slowly asked, waiting for his reply. “Good.” Yet again, you weren’t surprised in his response but in fact, you were quite happy since it’s he never compliments you. “That’s a relief.” You continued eating the cake as the atmosphere becomes mute, looking around their living room, you see a bunch of trophies displayed up on multiple shelves as it brought you motivation for your group as well. As much as you hated Wonwoo, you can’t help but to enjoy the silence between the two of you. 

“Do you bake often?” He suddenly asked catching you off guard. You jumped a little making him slightly tilting his head in confusion. “Oh, yeah, when I’m free. It’s a stress reliever for me.” You explained as you watch him take another bite. He nods silently before muttering a “That’s nice.” Taking your last bite, you were about to stand up when Wonwoo suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you across the table making you lean over. Your eyes meet as your stare into his dark orbits. "You’re quite a clumsy eater.” He whispers lowly as he wipes the corner of your mouth with a tissue, showing you the cream. Your face immediately started heating up as you remain dumbfounded. Just then, the door swings open.

“Boy am I tired- WOAH AM I INTERRUPTING SOMETHING?” Dino yells and covers his eyes as you and Wonwoo whip your heads to see that his members walking in. He quickly lets go of your wrist as you sat back down, hanging your low as your felt your heart pounding rapidly and your face burning up. “WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT DID YOU SEE?” Dokyeom runs in and sees you and Wonwoo sitting across from each other, awkwardly. “They’re just sitting across from each other. What’s the matter?” He scratches his head, still not getting it. The rest of the members barges in to see the scene. Wonwoo immediately stands up, trying to explain the situation

“Guys, it’s not-” “That’s exactly the matter! Wonwoo AND Y/N sitting across each other ALONE with NO ONE ELSE.”  “Listen it’s not what-” “You’re right... Normally we have to force the hell out of them to even greet each other but NOW THEY’RE INTERACTING WITHOUT US?” “LISTEN!” Wonwoo raised his voice, making everyone freeze in horror. Your head jolts up from hearing his loud stern voice.

“She came over to give us cake so I welcomed her in.” Wonwoo explained as the members stared at him and then you a couple of times before breaking into screams.

“DID YOU HEAR THAT? WONWOO HAS A HEART AFTER ALL” “SAME GOES TO Y/N SINCE WHEN DID SHE KNOW HOW TO COOK” “I ALWAYS THOUGHT THEY WERE ALIENS BUT NOW MY HEART FEELS SETTLED KNOWING THAT THEY’RE HUMANS.” You and Wonwoo stared at each other before breaking out into laughter causing the boys to stand in complete confusion.”You guys are so funny.” you said in between your chuckles as you wipes your eyes from the tears forming. The members all gathered in the living room eating the cake you made as you told them the story while Wonwoo sits in the back, quietly listen as he crossed his arms.

“...So yeah, that’s what happened.” You said as the members nodded in unison. “That’s literally what I said from the beginning.” Wonwoo coldly said as the members explained that they ‘weren’t in the right state of mind.’ You glanced at your phone and it was a lot later than expected. You bid the boys goodbye as you walked towards the door, having them walking you out. 

“Thank you for the cake once again! Come by with some more sweets next time!” Hoshi cheekily smiles as Jun nudges him on the shoulder, telling him to show some manners. “Don’t be shy to stop by next time. You’re and the girls are always welcome to come by.” Joshua smiles as he waved. “Wonwoo, why don’t you walk her home? You guys are probably besties now, no?” Mingyu jokes as the members joins in. You turn around to catch Wonwoo staring at you before averting away. “She can walk home herself. Plus, it’s only a few houses down.” Wonwoo rolled his eyes as he leaned against a wall. “How gentleman-like. Even if it’s a few houses down, at a time like this, it isn’t safe for her to be walking out alone.” Seungkwan’s voice was filled with worry as he looked back on Wonwoo who was rolling his eyes. 

“He surely shows a different image offstage, no?” you turned back and weakly smiled. Wonwoo was about to say something but closed his mouth in the end. “Wait, I’ll walk you home.” Minghao hops down the stairs and walks towards you with his usual melting smile. Your eyes widen from his sudden appearance. “Minghao, the true gentleman appears to save the day!” Hoshi narrates as everyone laughs, making Wonwoo scoff. Minghao opens the door as you waved goodbye and walked down the stairs of the entrance with Minghao beside you. “So what’d you do today?” Minghao asks as he puts his hands in his coat pockets.  

“Cleaned the house and then got inspired to make some desserts.” you sighed as the breeze hits your face. “Your baking surely never fails to meet my expectation. And I’ve got quite the refined palette.” He compliments, making you blush. “With that compliment, maybe I should open my own bakery then.” You joked as he joined in. “You really should consider it. If you open one, I’ll be sure to be your number 1 supporter!” He pumps his fist in the air as you let out a delighted laugh. “You’re always my number 1 supporter for everything, Hao. you stopped to turn to look at him as he faced you, slightly tilting his head. You found yourself admiring his facial features as you thought to yourself how you got to become so close to someone this good looking, sweet and dreamy.

“Is this your way of saying you want ice cream or something?” Minghao breaks the silence which seemed to be forever. You blinked a couple times before realizing what you were doing, making you cover your face in your hands while shaking your head furiously as Minghao pats your head before grabbing your wrist and walking towards the corner convenience store.

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“After all these years, you still go for the same flavor.” Minghao stated as you looked down on your ice cream, beaming him a smile. You and Minghao were sitting at the tables near the windows as the both of you looked at the night sky, quietly eating when your phone suddenly rings. 

“Hello-” “WHERE ARE YOU?” “YOU’RE NEVER OUT THIS LATE WHAT IS GOING ON?” “DID YOU GET KIDNAPPED?” “DID THE BOYS HOLD YOU HOSTAGE OR SOMETHING?” “MAYBE THE BOYS AND HER BOTH GOT KIDNAPPED.” your members’ voices blasted through your phone even Minghao heard, giving you a surprised expression. Your eyes scrunched as you held you phone away from you ear, still able to hear their voices. “No, I’m at the convenience store at the moment with Minghao.” You explained when the other side of the call went silent as they started to whisper. “With Minghao? Why?” Remi slowly spoke with confusion. “I was walking her home when she suddenly told me that she didn’t want to go back seeing that you guys will mess the place she worked so hard on cleaning so she begged me to go buy her ice cream.” Minghao suddenly spoke into the phone, causing your eyes widen as you hear your members chatter. 

“N-No, he’s lying that’s not what-” “Ohh we get it know. Alright, take you time but remember to bring her back in one piece.” You could feel the smirk forming on Skye’s face as she spoke. You opened your mouth to explain the situation when Minghao takes the phone from your hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to bring back Princess Y/N home safe and sound.” and with that the girls all started squealing. Minghao ends the call and hands it back to you with a innocent face as if nothing happened. You jaw was opened as you were still shocked about what just happened. You started playfully punching him while scolding him about how your members are going to get the wrong idea but Minghao just sweetly smiles. 

“So you’re telling me that you received 10 cakes even though you were just a guest appearance?” Minghao was telling you about his day as the both of you walked back to your dorm which was a few minutes away. He proudly nodded as you crossed your arms, letting out a pout. “Everyone I know has their own personal activities yet I’m here with all the time in my life.” You sighed. “Don’t say that. I can relate to how you’re feeling when I first debuted also. Trust me, in no time, your schedule will be packed with activities even during promotions. Then you’ll wish you’ll have all the time in your life.” He spoke. He wasn’t wrong. You remembered how he complained to you about how him and Jun had nothing to do while his other members had their own activities but after a few months, he was working non-stop. You gave him a soft smile before a firm nod.

“Huh, is that Wonwoo?” Minghao looks forward and squints his eyes as a tall, slender figure walks towards the both of you. Wonwoo was trying his specs with his hood up while holding a bag in his hand. “Why are you out this late?” He questioned the man as he pulled down his hoodie, revealing his semi-messy hair which suited him strangely well. “You forgot this.” He hands you your wallet. “Thanks. When did I drop it?” You asked him. “How should I know? They forced me to come out to give you this.” He ranted. Minghao chuckled as the three of you walked towards your dorm.

“Thanks again. You both didn’t have to walk me home.” You bowed as you walked up the stairs towards your door. You looks down to see Wonwoo and Minghao patiently waiting for you to head in when you realized your keys at the boys’ dorm. Seeing your expression, Minghao chuckled as Wonwoo groaned. You shrugged your shoulders as you knocked on the door. The door flings opened without a second and you were pulled into a tight embrace.

“We were so so worried about you!” Yun Hee tightened the hugs as you started feeling your soul being taken away. You look up to see the rest of your members racing over to join the hug as they express their worries and concerns. “Oh, did Minghao and Wonwoo both walk you home?” Nari questions as they waved.

“Yeah but Won-” “Prince Wonwoo walked her home!” Minghao whisper-shout, leaving you and Wonwoo looking at each other in terror as your members breaks into screams. You shushed them from the late times making them holding in their smirks and laughter. You gave Minghao a death stare before glancing at Wonwoo who had somewhat a soft expression which caught you off guard. You whisper a goodbye and thank you before closing the door behind them. “PRINCE WONWOO?” “SINCE WHEN DID YOU AND WONWOO TALK OUTSIDE OF OUR COMMANDS?” “You mean since when did they even acknowledge each others presence?” “I’m still shocked.” you members pulled you into the living room that was surprisingly kept clean as you tried to explain but was bombarded with more question. You were tired from all that has happened today so you excused yourself but they seemed to pick on you more saying that you must be hiding something. Changing into your pajamas and cleaning up, you got into bed but the expression on Wonwoo’s face still lingers in your mind, making you toss and turn throughout the whole night. 

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[cinnamon-bebe]

The Bridge - Part II

The Bridge - Part I

Summary: Two ex-lovers find their paths crossing once again - continuation from Part I - Sebastian and reader reacquaint themselves in each other’s lives again, much to the reluctance of Y/N. 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warning: Angst

(Sorry for the delay! It’s been so incredibly busy lately!)

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“Roamer of the Cretaceous period, the ‘Tyrant Lizard King’, Tyrannosaurus Rex was one of the most fearsome predators on the planet. Boasting a set of 50-60 banana sized teeth, these carnivores were-”

Sebastian and Y/N stood in awe of the animatronics in front of them. A T-Rex on prehistoric land,  turning its head every so often and roaring unexpectedly, to give the startled kids a fright. Occasionally the sound of an adult shriek could be heard, followed by a simmering wave of snickering among the crowd.

“Woah, careful guys.” Sebastian bends down, protectively guarding the small group of children in front of him. A bunch of teenage boys had managed to push their way to the front, boisterously cackling and climbing on the railings to take pictures with the dinosaur. Defeated, the little kids retreat back to their parents as the boys continue with their shenanigans, with just one child standing defiantly.

“Hmph! Not fair!” She stomps her feet.

Recognising the little tot, Y/N bends down to poke her on the shoulders.

“Did you run away from your mama again missy?”

“Dinosaur lady! Caweey me again. I wanna see!” Izzy jumps up and down, her curly hair bouncing on her shoulders.

“Who’s this?” Sebastian whispers.

“My friend.” Y/N smiles before turning back to the girl. “I don’t think you should be running off like this, your mummy is going to be worried again.”

“My mama has to look after my baba sister, she can’t push the swoller here so she wait at the back for me.” Izzy points to her mother sitting on the visitor benches, cradling and cooing the bundle in her arms.

Clearing his throat, Sebastian decides it’s only polite to introduce himself to Y/N’s friend. He bends down to her level and extends his hand to her. “Hello dino lady’s friend. My name is Sebastian, what is your name?”

Izzy stares at him with suspicion, eyeing the strange man up and down before determining him to be a enough decent character and accepts his handshake with a beaming smile.

“Izzy!”

“Well hello Izzy, would you like to see the dinosaur?” Sebastian opens his arms but before he could say anymore, he finds them already full with the excited little girl who had leapt into them.

“Are you scared?” He whispers to the grinning child who shakes her head.

Y/N watches as the new friends become quickly acquainted, Izzy’s pitchy giggles erupting every time Sebastian says something funny. Both of them gasping as the T-Rex opens its mouth to roar, with Sebastian clutching his heart for added drama.

What a man child. Yet even so Y/N can’t help but laugh along with their silliness. To a bystander, they seem to be an idyllic little family spending a Sunday afternoon out at the museum. Mom, Dad and daughter. A modern day Norman Rockwell painting.

A passerby awes as she makes her way past the trio, to which Sebastian turns his head, smiling with unexpected pride whilst holding an oblivious Izzy who is still marvelling at the dinosaur.

“Psst! Dinosaur lady.” Izzy curls her finger at Y/N, bidding her to come closer so she could reach her ear.

“Hm?”

“Is Sebashon your boyfren?” She whispers, not so quietly.

Y/N looks at Sebastian, who returns the same uncomfortable expression on her face. The realisation of how bizarre this whole situation is quickly unravels before her. What is she doing playing happy families with her ex and some stranger’s kid? Has she stumbled upon some sort of alternate universe?

“No Izzy. Sebastian is…he’s just someone I used know.” Y/N smiles, purposely looking at him as she uttered every syllable. Fearing he has mistaken her goodwill for something beyond what it is, she needed to draw the line and clarify to him and herself, that this…meant nothing.

Sebastian doesn’t say anything, instead he clears his throat and turns his attention back to the child in his arms.

“Come Izzy, I think your mommy want to see you.” He tells the girl before carrying her back to her mother, leaving Y/N to stand alone.

Y/N inhales deeply, what is this feeling inside her chest?

Regret?

No, it can’t be. Regret implies that she didn’t mean what she had said but how could that be true? She doesn’t love Sebastian, not anymore. She had moved out the city, stopped seeing her old friends, all for fear that she might bump into him again. If there is regret, it would only be because she allowed him to run her out of her own life. If anything, that feeling inside her should be anger.

Resentment.

She curses herself for not turning a blind eye on the bridge. Who did she think she was kidding? Did she really think she could be diplomatic with Sebastian, act like they could be friends?

She watches as he talks to Izzy’s mother, who has obviously just realised who he is. Embarrassed that her audacious daughter had managed make a Hollywood movie star her personal nanny, she apologises profusely, trying her best to pry Izzy off of him; her little hands still grasping tightly onto Sebastian’s shirt. The exchange lasts for only a few short moments before Sebastian makes his way back to Y/N.

“Izzy says to tell dinosaur lady that she’ll miss her.” He reports back.

Y/N smiles, giving the little girl a final wave before she is led out the room.

“So, shall we continue?” Sebastian resumes.

“Actually, I think I should go.” Y/N grapples with the strap of her handbag uncomfortably. “There’s still some other stuff I want to do and it’s way into the afternoon now.”

“Well how about we grab a coffee before you go?” Sebastian interjects before she could slip past him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Hey, it’s just one coffee. After that, you can pretend I don’t exist again.” Sebastian chuckles disingenuously.

Y/N continues fiddling with her bag, looking everywhere but him. The exit seems so close, she could just make a run for it.

“Just a quick one.” She gives in, figuring it’s better to get it over and done with than make a scene in the middle of a museum. The downside of knowing a celebrity is that there’s always someone watching.

“Okay.” Sebastian inhales uneasily, gesturing Y/N to the stairs towards the cafe.

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The museum cafe was unusually quiet for a Sunday afternoon. A small family occupying the larger table, with a smattering of both young and old couples dotted around the room; their chattering low enough to still hear the gentle pop song playing on the radio.

“A flat white for you and an Americano for me.” Sebastian places the drinks on their table, as Y/N types away on her phone.

“Thanks.” She smiles half-heartedly as she places her mobile back in her bag.

“So how long were you staying with Tara?” Sebastian quickly dives in.

“Just a few days, I hadn’t seen her for so long.”

“You know, she’s always telling me how much she misses you. Why don’t you come back more often?”

Y/N doesn’t respond, taking a large sip of her coffee as she stares out the window. She could feel Sebastian’s eyes on her but she’d rather pay attention to the traffic of visitors outside.

“Are you going to be back anytime soon?” He continues.

“I don’t know.” Y/N finally turns her head back to Sebastian, who still hasn’t touched his drink. “There’s so much going on at work and I’ve got a life now in Chicago. I don’t know when I’ll find the time.”

“Oh.”

A long silence ensues. Sebastian absent-mindedly rubs his thumb against the porcelain ear of his mug, a million thoughts rushing through his head.

“Are you okay?” Y/N mirrors his actions, gently chewing on her lip as she holds down the festering nerves inside her.

“Chicago huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You uh…you always did loved Chicago.” Sebastian smiles. “Do you remember that trip we took there for your birthday? It snowed so heavily when we arrived, we were trapped in our hotel the whole night.”

“Yeah, and we ordered room service and played black jack?”

“You mean I ordered room service and you ate those 7 packs of instant ramen you smuggled into your suitcase?” Sebastian teased.

“Well unlike some people, I like to travel prepared.” Y/N scoffs, masking her gentle titter behind her cup.

“Do you know what my favourite part of that trip was though? That day we went ice-skating and you pushed me and I ended up skidding and knocking over that old couple on the rink.”

“Sebastian that’s awful! You hit them so hard!”

“Well if you hadn’t pushed me!”

“I did not. That was all you. You do one Tonya Harding movie and suddenly you think you’re a pro! I can’t believe that’s your favourite memory.”

“Well if that didn’t happen, I wouldn’t have had you nursing me back to health all night.”

“Yes, piggy backing you back to hotel was so romantic.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “We missed all the reservations we had planned and I was stuck massaging your ankle.”

A solemn smile graces Sebastian’s face. “You always knew how to look after me. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

The comment causes Y/N to look away. Her eyes retreating back to the cafe window, as she leans back into her chair, reinstating the distance between them.

“I’ve really missed you.” Sebastian continues. “Y/N?” He reaches for her hand but she pulls away defensively.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Frustration escaping through the cracks of her voice.

“I just want to talk.”

“No. No we are done talking. I should have never said yes to this. You think you can just buy me coffee, remind me of all the good times and then…and then all our problems will magically disappear?” Becoming mindful of the people around them, Y/N attempts to reign in her volume. “Do you know how hard this last year has been for me?”

“You think it’s been easy for me?” Sebastian fights back. “You don’t think, that I don’t think about you every day, every second since you left?”

“Oh poor Sebastian.” Y/N mocks.

“I tried looking for you. I tried calling. I tried doing everything to find you, to tell you how sorry I am. You wanted me to never see Kaitlyn again? Done. I’ve cut off all contact with her, I’ve deleted her number. Not once has she crossed my mind since you left because the only person that matters is you.”

“You still don’t get it do you?” A single tear trickles down Y/N’s face. “All I wanted was to feel needed, to feel wanted by you.” She pauses, her heart breaking all over again. “I don’t know when the pin finally dropped but suddenly, you just didn’t see me anymore. I was just a person you came home to. Your "I love you’s” became an obligation. It took me a while but I know now that, Kaitlyn was just a way out for us. She a way out for you.“

"Y/N, don’t. That’s not true.” Sebastian could no longer bare looking at her. The same cowardice that held him hostage that night, turning the corner to haunt him once more.

“I know you loved me but we got complacent. That was always your biggest fear.” Slowly draping her bag onto her shoulder, Y/N finally rises to her feet. Looking down at Sebastian, who still refuses to meet her eyes, even for the last time. “I need you to move on. Go enjoy your life, do the things you want and…find someone that makes you happy.”

“And what will you do?” He finally finds the courage to whisper those words. His head remaining low, his body too defeated to find the strength to stop her from leaving. It’s what she wanted, he has no right to inconvenient her any longer.  

Reaching out to rest her hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, Y/N recoils before he notices. She stares out at the window again, watching the people come and go obliviously, silently, contentedly.

“I’ll…live my life and I’ll be happy, whatever that may mean.”

Composing herself, Y/N wipes away the traces of tears on her face, ready to brave the outside world again. A world without him.

Is this what closure feels like? She questions.

“Bye Sebastian.” She mouths, her voice so low that she isn’t sure whether he picked it up. But it doesn’t matter.

Bye.

That word doesn’t even register in Sebastian’s head anymore as she disappears past him. His mind occupied by the statements still ringing in his ears. Too busy trying to run through every memory they shared over the past three years.

Is it all true?

Y/N was right about one thing. Sebastian’s greatest fear was that they’d become too comfortable in their relationship. To the point that everything the other person did, no longer bore the same novelty. To the point that their every action became a nuisance and eventually, they’d grow to resent each other.

He admits that their relationship was far from perfect and perhaps it did hit a point of stagnation. The more successful he became, the less time he spent at home and when he was there, his mind was somewhere else thinking about another project on the horizon. All those times, he’d walk past Y/N with his nose in a script. All those times, he’d usher her away because he was taking an 'important’ phone call. It all seems so trivial now.

He relegated her to a place where she felt she didn’t matter to him anymore, when that could be farther from the truth. Fame and fortune took its toll. The pressures of being a working actor and the fear of failure was something he couldn’t communicate to Y/N about. Maybe Kaitlyn was just an excuse for him to escape all that.

He loved Y/N  more than anything in this world.

And he still loves her.

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Staring out into the city lights, Y/N rests her arms over the bridge. Suddenly New York sounds so quiet. Peaceful. If that were even possible.

She is one of a few on the bridge. The others, a street merchant behind her, selling handmade jewellery since the day started, and a handful of commuters walking sluggishly to the station ready to go home. A parallel to the bustling scene this morning.

The sky pitch black, not a star in sight but the moon, otherworldly; illuminating and watching over the city and its people.

Y/N closes her eyes, comforted by the quiet breeze blowing kindly against her skin. Clutching her chest, she begs for the incessant aching to cease. If New York can find peace, why can’t she?

Her flight leaves early tomorrow morning, yet she finds every excuse to stay just a little longer.“A few more minutes, let me take in the city for just a few more minutes.” She tells herself. After today, she plans to steer clear of this city for as long as needed; until she can disassociate New York from him.

Y/N turns around to the soft touch on her arm.

“Hello miss, I’m sorry to interrupt. I’m selling a collection of some very beautiful and one of a kind jewellery that I personally hand crafted myself. Would you care to have a look?” The middle aged woman smiles earnestly, her eyes tired and her blonde hair slightly dishevelled from the day.

“I’m fine thank you.”

“Please, you might find something you really like! They would make the perfect gift for a loved one, I have pieces for men and for women. I have rings, necklaces, earrings…” The merchant begins to take out several bracelets from her pocket to demonstrate against Y/N’s wrist, which she reluctantly abides to. “In fact, if you come to my stall you’ll see I’ve recently created this gorgeous line of ruby jewellery, just right for a beautiful woman like you. That gentlemen over there just picked up one of my favourite pieces.”

Y/N looks up in the direction to which the woman points.

“Sir! Wouldn’t you recommend my work to this beautiful young woman here? It’s well worth your money isn’t it?” She shouts to the man standing behind them.

“Yeah…they’re very lovely.” He clears his throat, his eyes focusing solely on Y/N. “Could you excuse us for a moment?”

Y/N attempts to hurry past the confused the woman before Sebastian grabs hold of her hand. The woman watches with her mouth slightly agape, unsure whether she should intervene.

“No no, it’s okay. We know each other.” Sebastian reassures the street merchant, who nods slowly and returns to her stall. She watches the couple closely, alert in case she needs to call for help.

“Let go.” Y/N tries to pry his hands off her wrist.

“Not until you hear me out.”

“Let go now or I’ll scream.”

“No. You’ve said your piece, don’t you think I deserve the same opportunity?” Sebastian pulls her closer, forcing her to look at him.

Y/N’s struggles against him weakens, she glances at the woman watching them and quickly looks away embarrassed that this was all being played out in public. “What more could you possibly say?”

“You have every right to hate me.”

“Ha!” Y/N laughs sardonically. She decides to stop her efforts to rid Sebastian’s grip on her. She’ll allow him to finish and if needed, kick her way off this bridge if she has to.

“I was never caring enough, considerate enough.” He continues. “I thought my success would make up for everything else I was lacking and by doing that, I didn’t realise how far I pushed you away.”

Y/N turns her head from him, choosing to look over the bridge and into the city instead.

“There was never a second in those three years that I didn’t love you. Even now, I don’t think I can properly compute just how much I still do. You’re the only woman I do see and you’re the only woman who sees me…You mean more to me than you will ever know and the only thing that scares me now, is that you’ll leave here thinking otherwise.” Sebastian releases his hold on her, allowing Y/N to stand willingly by herself.

With her head still turned, Sebastian can see the tears quietly falling against her cheek.

“Y/N?” Sebastian pulls her into his chest, holding her head gently his hand.

“I can’t do this again.” Y/N cries.

“And you won’t. I won’t let this happen to us again. If it means my career taking a backseat, if it means I start taking on the little projects so I can be with you. So be it.”

“No. I don’t want that.” Y/N pulls away, finally looking at him. Sebastian’s gently cups her blushed cheeks, his thumb wiping away her tears which were still escaping her eyes. “I don’t want you to sacrifice doing the things you love.”

“Then what? You tell me and I’ll do it.” Sebastian whispers.

“I don’t know…talk to me? Share things with me? I don’t want us to be strangers.”

“We won’t. I promise. I have so much I’ve wanted to tell you but have just been too scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“That…you’ll see just how weak I really am.”

“Sebastian.” Y/N blinks back her tears so that she could finally see him more clearly. “You’re not weak. Just stupid.”

Sebastian smiles.

“I know how much you worry about your career and finding your place in the industry but no matter what happens, even if you lose all your money and your fame. It will never change my opinion of you. I fell in love with you, not the fancy actor.”

“I know.” Sebastian gazes down at Y/N. In this moment he cannot figure out why he ever doubted that. He lowers his head, tenderly placing a soft and longing kiss on Y/N’s lips. Her kiss, her scent even more perfect than he had remembered. Pulling away, he rests his forehead against hers. “So, are you still going back to Chicago?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N sighs.

Entwining his fingers into hers, Sebastian slowly leads her away from the side of the bridge.“You can make that decision tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Y/N rests her head against his arm. Finally feeling the peace that she had sought long and hard for, she no longer needs the breeze to bring her comfort. She has found her peace, which always remained with Sebastian. She allows herself to be guided by him, holding her tightly next to him.

They both wave to the street merchant, as they leave. Her genuine smile sending them her deepest blessings as they disappear from sight.

“So what did you buy from that lady?” Y/N enquires curiously.

“It’s a gift.” Sebastian smiles to himself. His finger inside his pocket, circling the Ruby band.

[buckys-forgotten-plum]

Who are We but Fragments of Each Other? {1/?}

Series Summary: Being the princess of a small, barely heard of country shouldn’t be too hard right? Other than the worry of being assassinated, what else is there to it? Just a brooding agent sworn to look after you day in and day out. 

Warnings: swearing (Always swearing), violence, slow burn, mediocre writing if we’re being honest here, slow updates (and that’s a fact!) 

A/N: Hello friends! Please bare with me as I continue on in my journey of writing a decently sized, decently written, fic on tumblr. If any of you have suggestions, ideas, helpful words of encouragement, a nice picture of a cat to help in my impending sadness, other prompts or drabbles, please don't be afraid to pop into my asks! 

Here we goooooooo~

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The office air was cool and still, it had been for a solid moment before a heavy sigh broke the silence, “Tony, we aren’t mercenaries. We don’t get paid to fight-”

“You aren’t getting paid to fight. You’re getting paid to protect a royal family who’s under attack from an unknown group of people who want to do whatever foreign attackers do,” Tony’s voice is just as cool as the temperature of the room, almost bored, as he justifies the reasoning for Natasha Romanoff’s next mission.

“How long are we gonna be there?” a deep, quiet voice sounds from the other side of the room.

Bucky Barnes was also put on protecting said royal family, he wasn’t excited.

“You both will be there for however long it takes you to find the people that attacked the family. You need to understand that, even though technically the entire family is in danger,” Tony speaks slowly as he pulls up a number of documents and pictures to display on the large screen in the small office, “There seems to be a targeted member, specifically Princess Y/n L/n. She’s next in line for the throne and was the main victim when this whole fiasco started,”

Bucky let out an audible sigh and pushed off the floor to ceiling bookshelf he was leaning against, “If this is a royal family, why don’t they just get their own military or guards to protect them?”

“Good question terminator,” Tony smirks, jabbing a finger in Bucky’s direction for emphasis, “Unfortunately, her guards were part of the attack, so this is an inside job, and you both need to be extremely careful with who you trust in to tell info to. I’m sending a few other agents with you so you won’t have to be everywhere at once but, just be careful. I’ll send both of you the full report and briefing file, your flight leaves tomorrow, blah blah blah please get out of my office so I can sleep.”

“Someone’s a little grumpy today,” Nat mumbles as she heads for the door, Bucky right on her heels.

“Morgan has a fever and I stayed up with her all night while she puked up about five pounds of dino nuggets,” The tired father grumbles back, fingers digging into his temples to relieve however much pressure possible.

The sound of Natasha’s chuckles fade as her and the burly soldier make their way out of Tony’s office, leaving him to nap away his exhaustion. 

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The cold was awful, long lasting and sinking deeper into your bones with every second that passed. You hated the winter. It didn’t matter the amount of layers you put on. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, your eyes matched the temperature of your skin, cold, almost lifeless. The gown that hung from your shoulders did little to keep what futile body heat you had, the itchy material adding to your discomfort.

“Princess, are you ready?” The gentle voice of a maid startled you out of the intruding thoughts.

“Yes,” 

You weren’t. You weren’t ready to allow a group of strangers to protect you. If you couldn’t trust your own guards, your own people, how could you let these outsiders into your home?

“They’ve arrived and your grandmother requests you come as quickly as possible,” Her tone was filled with pity, pity for you. 

“I’ll be right down, thank you. You may leave,” Your voice (thankfully) didn’t waiver as you dismissed the woman from your room.

When did this become your reality? Why were you being hunted for something you couldn’t control? You didn’t want this. You didn’t want the responsibility of ruling a country. You couldn’t handle the stress that came with it. As much as you hated to admit it, you were too soft, too fragile. The council was right, especially after the events that had taken place a fortnight ago. 

The sound of a car door slamming shut woke you from yet another failure to control your thoughts. A quiet sigh left your lips as you make your way to the main foyer. Your heart is hammering violently against your chest, there was a strange ache in your bones that went along with the ice. It didn’t take you very long to reach the entrance hall as you knew plenty of shortcuts to take. You spotted your grandmother standing patiently in the middle of the room, your sister and main advisor at her side. 

As you approach, she gives you a kind smile and holds her hand out for you to take, “Góðan daginn ducky, you look lovely” 

The nickname makes your heart warm, a tiny flame in the freezing cold that resides in you. “Góðan daginn Oma,” You take her hand in yours, the action provides little comfort as the doors to the castle open and a chilly breeze enters along with a group of rigid looking soldiers. 

Your frame is tense and a metaphorical wall seems to apparate around you. Your grandmother made a move to welcome the guests- no the intruders, into your home. 

“Agent Romanoff, Agent Barnes, thank you so much for agreeing to help us,” her accent was thick and you had a quick moment of wonder for whether or not they would understand her clearly. 

“Truly it’s no problem Princess Alda ,” The woman replied, bowing lightly in respect. 

Princess... The title left a sour taste in your mouth. Your grandmother was a queen, the most accomplished ruler in your countries history. She deserved more than just princess. 

“These are my lovely granddaughters, Princess Y/n and her younger sister Princess Freyja. They are very grateful of you to be here for us,” She smiles up at the two agents leading the pack, her eyes shining with glee. 

Your grandmother was too hopeful for her own good. 

“velkominn, thank you so much for coming,” Your sister jumps into action, Freyja was always too excited to meet others, the confines of the castle always making her anxious, just like you. 

Agent Romanoff greets her softly, bending down to her height and offering a hand to shake, Agent Barnes decides to stay silent and only responds with a small nod. You decide to stay stoic, silent as the two heads stare at you expectantly. There is an awkward moment of stillness before your Oma glares at you and you have no other choice but to dip down into a curtsy. 

“Thank you for coming,” You mutter, wasting no time in standing back up straight, head held high. 

Again, the woman is the only one to properly respond to your actions, and you can’t help but shoot a quick glance at the man. 

How rude. 

“We should start discussing the arrangements, if you don’t mind Princess Alda,” Agent Romanoff speaks, her tone even and professional. 

“Just Alda is fine, miss Romanoff,” Your grandmother nods and gestures for the group to follow her, “This way my dears,” 

The study in which the meeting takes place wasn’t exactly built for this many people. It was small and old just like the rest of the castle, and completely incapable of comfortably holding the group of twelve that now crowd into it. Your grandmother, sister, and self stand behind the desk as the others gather before it. Agent Romanoff takes it upon herself to be the first to sit, manners be damned. 

“Agent Barnes and I have read over and discussed the situation thoroughly,” she begins as your grandmother also sits, you and your sister remain standing, “We understand that you believe your family is under attack, is that correct?” 

Your grandmother nods silently, miss Romanoff takes that as a sign to continue, “We’ve been hired to protect your family, which is a reasonable request, but we noticed when looking over the report and evidence, that the attack was focused on the eldest princess,” 

You immediately notice the shift in the room, feel your Oma tense at the confession, hear the gasp that left your sisters mouth, “Haddi, take Freyja to her room,” You speak before you can stop yourself, your voice comes out stern and you notice a light waver. 

“But Y/n-” “Now!” You cut off the younger princess and the advisor makes a quick move to usher her out of the room, “How dare you say such a thing in front of a child,” you bite. 

“I was just trying to explain to you the situation-” your eyes narrow at her words as you interrupt once again, “Explain to me the situation? I was there. I know the situation. What is important is how we’re going to stop it from happening again,” 

“Princess, I understand your stress-” “You seem to understand nothing Agent Romanoff,” You spit out in frustration. 

This woman... Thinking she knows what you’re feeling. Ridiculous. 

“That’s enough ducky. Let the woman talk, girl.” Oma’s voice is stern, the tone she only uses before you go too far with your words.

Agent Romanoff continues to go over the situation, what precautions her team, as well as the family, will have to take. Much to your grandmother's dismay, one of those precautions was making the entirety of the castles staff go on leave.

“They can’t be trusted due to the men who carried out the attack,” she says.

 She talks about the possible suspects and the possible reasonings for their actions (though you thought it was quite obvious). You wait patiently for the discussion to end, biting your tongue at every word the woman said. You were holding on by a thread and it was quickly fraying away with each passing moment. A few of the other agents decided to busy themselves with looking around the room, gently picking up random objects to inspect them before putting them back down in their original places. It made you nervous, especially when one agent decided to pick up a vase that was from some old chinese dynasty that you couldn’t exactly remember, though you knew it costed more than a few college tuitions worth, and almost dropped it before catching it clumsily and hurriedly put it back on its pedestal. 

“We’ll be looking after the princess ourselves, ensuring she’s safe at all times, our other agents will be securing the property-”

 “You need to assign someone to Freyja and my Oma,” You say vehemently, your eyes focusing on the two agents in front of you, “I may be the supposed target but they are my family and they need to be just as safe as I am,” 

Agent Romanoff stays silent, her eyes failing to show any emotion as she stared at your equally hard gaze, “Unfortunately princess, Barnes and I are specifically assigned to you.” 

“I don’t care. Change the assignment, You need to protect them,” Your blood was boiling, the thought of these people coming in and not even thinking about protecting your little sister and grandmother was ridiculous. 

The fiery haired woman sighed quietly and looked up at you with pursed lips, “I understand where you’re coming from, but we can’t leave you unattended. That being said,” she pauses and glances at her silent partner, “I think that Agent Barnes may be able to look after your sister, and one of our other agents could ensure the safety of your grandmother,” 

You mulled over the solution for a moment. Agent Barnes had said nothing this entire time and it honestly gave you an extremely uneasy feeling, you didn’t trust him with your little sister. He was too menacing for you to comfortably allow him to watch over the young girl who was known for how carefree she was. 

“I would be more comfortable if you were to look after her, Agent Romanoff,” your voice came out quieter this time, “please,”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” 

Before Agent Romanoff has time to speak, Agent Barnes beats her to the punch. The brunette broke his silence as he stood up from the plush cushions of the chair, his startling blue eyes roamed over his environment before landing on you. “I’ll look after you and Natasha will look after the others, no harm will come to the residence of this castle,” he spoke precisely, almost like he had rehearsed before he decided to speak, “Everyone clear out and start searching the grounds for anything out of the ordinary, bugs, cameras that aren’t listed... anything,” his gruff voice sent your hairs to stand on end and your whole body tensed in stress before relaxing with the meaning of his words. 

“Thank you, Agent Barnes,” you murmur quietly, your gaze only strong enough to hold a moment with the tall man across from you. 

The agent only spared you a quick nod before turning to you grandmother, “Back to the previous topic, we don’t know who’s behind this, therefore, the safest route of action is to put all castle staff on a momentary leave until we can figure out who did this,”

Her crinkled eyes widen in slight shock, “Don’t you think that might be a little excessive?” 

“Unfortunately no, at this point in time, there’s no telling who could have attacked the princess,” There was a silent pause as the room grew quiet between its four inhabitants. 

There was an uneasy buzz that krept its way up your back, the muscles tweaking and flexing as you ignored the incessant need to scratch the buzz away. You knew it wouldn’t be a good idea as the stitches still hadn’t healed fully and it would hurt like a bitch if you did. 

“Oma, we’ll be fine. The staff deserve a vacation,” you comment, lightly placing your hand on the delicate material of her dress. “I’m sure you can handle brewing your own tea for a bit,” 

The elder smiles fondly towards you and gives a small nod of agreement, “If that’s all agents, I’d like to get back to work,”

The two remaining outsiders award her quick farewells and leave the room. Before you get to the door to leave your grandmother alone to her own devices, the demure tone of her voice stops you, “Ducky, my love, please be respectful to those agents while they’re here. You know in that stubborn head of yours it’s for the best,” 

Your chest tightens in annoyance at her words, the feeling only growing stronger as you realize the truth behind them, “Yes Oma, I know,” 

“Good. Now, please go busy yourself and try not to pester than nice man too much,” she sings over her shoulder as she looks out the window, giving you a view of the young and jovial queen that still resides somewhere inside her.

You couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at your lips as you opened the door and exited the study. Leaning up against the outer wall, you sigh quietly, taking a moment to gather yourself and think of all that has happened in just the span of a few hours. Once your thoughts were a little more calm, you gathered yourself and began the journey back up to your room. You truly just wanted to sleep at this point. 

A familiar shiver runs up the curve of your spine as a menacing shadow encases your smaller frame and a deep baritone covers the weak gasp that left you.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

[writeforcarat]

First Date With SEVENTEEN

[Dongsaeng Line]

The8 A man of many interests, Minghao has A LOT of ideas for your first date. But since you want to take your time in getting to know every bit about him, you tell him that you don't mind trying all his ideas one date at a time, but right now, you really want to go on a photo walk with him. You are not that well-versed on photography, but you've seen Minghao's sample photos, which he ever so often posts on Weibo or Instagram, and you could easily tell that he's really got an eye for photography. His composition is great and he knows how to make the little details stand out in his pictures. You spend the day clicking photos around the city. The season changing from spring to summer also gave you colourful subjects to shoot. You've never gone on a photo walk before, but now that you did, you couldn't wait to go on another. Watching you pick up a newfound hobby charming to see for Minghao, and he was more than happy to help you with the basics of photography. Exhausted from all the walking, you take a break at a café (you go for an iced latte, while he opted for some hot tea). "I bet you took nice pictures," Minghao says, prompting you to hand over your camera to him. "They're not the best, but thanks for helping me. I learned a lot." The corners of Minghao's lips tug upwards, as he viewed some of the pictures you took. "How about you?" You ask him. "How are your pictures?" He slides his camera across the table towards you. "Well, since I chose the most beautiful subject around, all the pictures I took are perfect," he says with overflowing pride, to which you playfully roll your eyes (he can be adorably conceited sometimes). You turn his camera on and browse through one photo after another. There are dozens if not more than a hundred. Your eyebrows knit in confusion, and your lips part in an effort to say something. All of the pictures Minghao took... it was all you.  You look up to face him, and as though he has read your thoughts, he smirks and says, "Didn't I just say I chose the most beautiful subject?"

Mingyu When Mingyu found out that you also enjoy cooking, he brought up the idea of a date in his kitchen. You loved the idea, of course, and decided to meet at a supermarket to get all the ingredients you need for your DIY dinner date. Even in his most comfortable clothes, Mingyu looked fine AF.  You'd never seen someone look so good just to get some grocery shopping done. Clad in a plain black shirt and jeans, with a baseball cap on, he got heads turning wherever you two went, and you felt quite proud to be by his side, as his date. Like, how could you be so lucky??? When you arrived at his flat, which was surprisingly neat albeit some misplaced objects here and there, you both went straight to the kitchen to get the cooking started. Things were really going well, until Mingyu's clumsy ass tipped a pot over, spilling pretty much all your dinner. He looked really apologetic, and while you said it's okay, he kept saying sorry (that poor puppy!). After cleaning up the mess, you decided to just have some ramyeon (whatever you learned from K-Dramas, it’s not THAT), while waiting for the kimchi rice you ordered from a restaurant in the neighbourhood. Just as he dropped you off, he apologised once again, though you cut him off as he continued to curse at his clumsiness. "Hey," you said softly to him. "I wouldn't have this first date any other way." And a smile lit up his face.

DK You and Seokmin had packed schedules and couldn't find an entirely free day that you can have to yourselves, so you agreed to keep him company during one of his visits to the orphanage. Seokmin had a dream of becoming a social worker when he was younger, and while it wasn't the career he decided to pursue having developed a deep interest in the music industry, he still tried to render some of his free time to causes he cared about. You found Seokmin at the orphanage surrounded by adorable children. He was reading them a story, complete with comical character voices and sound effects. He was also wearing a lopsided felt crown on his head and a cape that's loosely tied around his neck. When he saw you from the corner of his eye, he gestured his hand for you to come over. He dramatically introduced you to everyone as the fairest maiden in the land, making you blush. When one of the kids asked if you were a princess, he said, "No, she's a queen," giving you a playful wink, as he placed a crown that looked similar to his on your head. From there, you took over the roles of the female characters (from fairies to witches to damsels in distress) in the stories, as he delivered his best impression of kings, wizards, and knights—much to the children's amusement. As you put the kids to sleep for their afternoon nap, a little girl snuggled between you and Seokmin, asking if you two can be her mum and dad for the day. With a soft smile, Seokmin told her, "Sure, Princess," tucking her in with a plush blanket. You don't know much, but at that moment, you were certain that you couldn't love a man as much as you already loved Seokmin.  

Seungkwan You didn't plan it, so you'd be beyond thrilled to see each other wearing matching pastel outfits on your first proper date at an amusement park. Though you already knew it, this date just affirmed that, indeed, Seungkwan is one hilarious fluffball! He'd send you to fits of laughter, as you spend your day playing sideshow games, trying out rides, and indulging on classic carnival food. You just couldn't believe how he doesn't seem to run out of witty remarks to say, and on top of that, he also has his way with words sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He had decided to call you "dear," and the first time you heard it from him, you swore you could have melted!

Vernon Hansol is so chill, deciding on what to do on your first date became quite a problem for you because he's okay with anything you suggested. Like, dude, just pick one! Anyway, you ended up attending a music festival, which was a good excuse for him to wear his rather questionable fashion pieces, but tbh, you couldn't care less coz you're pretty weird yourself, too. You hopped from one concert to another, noticing how you enjoyed the same bands and genres of music. As the afternoon slipped into evening, you spread out a blanket on a grassy patch. He sat down and allowed you to recline against him, the back of your head resting on his chest. He gingerly wrapped his arms around you (a gesture of affection you didn't think he's capable of showing), as the temperature dipped and the band began to play a mellow tune. "Now, isn't this nice?" You let out a satisfied sigh in response, placing your hands on top of his. You couldn't see it, but you could tell that a smile was painted on Hansol's lips as he hugged you tighter.

Dino Oh, dear Lord. This guy is a firecracker! He loves attention, especially when he gets it from you. On your first date, he'd take you to a club. You are fun-loving yourself, so you didn't really mind the idea. You'd be clinking drinks over small conversations, but when his favourite song plays, you can bet that he'd take over the dance floor, breaking those moves he so badly wanted to show you. Holy shit, he's a great dancer. He knows it and he shows it. He basks in the cheers of the crowd surrounding him. But what you find extremely sexy, though, is how his eyes remain locked with yours and only yours the entire time. When the song ends, he flashes you a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. He scoots over to you, takes your hand, and leads you back to your table. "Did I do okay over there?" He'd ask you, and you'd be quick to answer him. "No, you were amazing."

I had so much fun coming up with these scenarios! You can read the hyung line’s version here. And if you have requests, feel free to let me know! 

[svt-writers-club]

... okay I lied. This is the last one heh. Ask games #5: 13,17 for Jicheol in Nanny AU

guys, just know that i literally beg soojin to send me asks so you guys should do her a favour and check out her blog if you’re caratarmy or just, also, have an obsession with jimin like most of the world (he’s not my bias but i too have a bit of an obsession with park jimin and that’s just a part of life)

#13: “Choose. Piggyback or princess carry.”

#17: “Dammit! I should’ve snapped a picture!”

It’s a week before the end of the summer holidays that Jihoon finally manages to get the whole Choi family together for a picnic at Han River. Between Seungcheol and Jisoo busying themselves with a new play, Wonwoo and his part-time job at the music shop (it had been a long argument between Seungcheol and Jihoon – between Seungcheol keeping his eldest son at home and pampered like the trust fund baby he is versus Jihoon’s practical views about teaching the young man the importance of earning his own money… and also getting Wonwoo out of the house sometimes so he can have his own personal time), Mingyu with his basketball team (a team he only joined to get closer to his new crush but ended up being pretty good at it) and Hansol with his piano lessons, it’s been hard to get all four Chois in the house at the same time.

Honestly, Jihoon is impressed he managed to pull it off. And he didn’t even pack any wine this time. (Jeonghan made a strong case for it, though, but Jihoon doubts there’ll be any shenanigans happening on this trip. It’s just a picnic, for god’s sake. What’s the worst that could happen?)

Well, not even Jihoon could have predicted that big dog bowling him over honestly.

When he says big dog, he means big. If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought it was actually a small horse that pounced on him and slobbered all over his new shirt. (It’s not like he bought the shirt just to impress Seungcheol or whatever – don’t be ridiculous. Lee Jihoon does not have the hots for his boss.)

“Oh my god – I’m so sorry!” the dog owner cries out. Running behind the wolf-dog is a guy that looks like he’s barely out of high school.

He’s half a head shorter than Jihoon, which is why he isn’t surprised she lost control of the beast. At this rate, he’s convinced it’s mostly wolf. His dog’s leash is dangling from his hand, the end of it frayed from where it had given under the veritable strength of the wolf-dog currently sitting on Jihoon’s ribcage.

“It’s fine,” he wants to say.

Instead, all he manages to come up with is a warbled, confused, “Eh?” He sounds vaguely like a beached whale.

“Holy shit,” someone laughs, somewhere above Jihoon’s head. He thinks it might be Jeonghan. Jeonghan, who’s laughing at him a little. Honestly, fuck Jeonghan.

“Dino, down!” the kid cries, physically lifting the wolf-dog off Jihoon’s chest. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, damn.

Finally, Jihoon feels like he can breathe normally, although his head feels fuzzy. The weight lifted off his chest is a relief, but it only brings all his aches and bruises in sharp relief.

“That’s a hell of a dog,” Jihoon croaks, sitting up gingerly.

The kid literally holding the wolfhound from slobbering all over Jihoon grins sheepishly. “She’s usually better behaved, but it’s been a week since I got to walk her…” The kid blinks, holding out a hand to help Jihoon up, because he’s still lying on the pavement like a dumbass. “I’m Chan.”

“Jihoon.” He bites back an amused smile. It’s not every day you meet a guy by having his dog run you over. “After-school walk, huh?”

“School?” Chan lets out a surprised laugh. “I’m thirty-two. I’m way over school.”

Jihoon flushes, trying his best not to sputter as he does a double take. In the loose jeans and hoodie, Chan looks like a regular college student. Maybe Jihoon spends way too much time around kids if he can’t even tell the difference between a teenager and someone who’s only five years younger than him.

He accepts the proffered hand. “You look a lot young – ack!”

Jihoon stumbles forward, almost bodily slamming into Chan as his ankle buckles under him. He’s lucky Chan is a lot stronger than he looks, or he’d be flat on the ground again.

“Are you okay?” Chan asks, lips pursed in worry as he steadies Jihoon.

“I’m…” Jihoon trails off as he gingerly applies weight on his right ankle. He lets out a hiss as pain travels up his leg. “Ah, fuck.”

Dino is an exceptionally good wolf-dog, because she doesn’t go around trying to tackle other unsuspecting characters. She does, however, sniff Jihoon’s ankle and proceed to cover her snout in shame. She even lets out a little whine. Cute little bastard.

“Puppy!” Hansol exclaims.

Jihoon turns and sure enough, there Hansol is, tugging on his dad’s hand impatiently.

And, of course, there Seungcheol is, looking stupidly handsome and – and concerned, in his denim shorts that show off muscled calves and a black t-shirt that clings to Seungcheol’s broad shoulders.

Jihoon definitely does not have a thing for his boss.

“That’s not a puppy. It’s bigger than you,” Mingyu sighs, all sassy and long-suffering at the age of sixteen. He eyes Jihoon critically, melted ice cream making sticky rivulets along his fingers as he holds out his ice cream.

Wonwoo meanders behind, his eyes covered by his expensive sunglasses so Jihoon can’t figure out what he’s thinking.

“Getting friendly with the dog walkers, hyung?” Wonwoo calls out, pulling his shades down low so Jihoon can see the disapproving look he’s shooting him.

“Don’t be rude, brat,” Jihoon retorts, but he feels a telltale heat creeping up his neck. He is inappropriately close to Chan – a literal stranger – but he really doesn’t want to faceplant on the pavement. (Especially not with Seungcheol watching…)

Jihoon turns to Jeonghan, but he has the brim of his cap over his eyes, arms crossed. He looks like he’s napping, which is pretty much the only time he’s not causing trouble. Jihoon could’ve sworn the butler was awake a minute ago, though…

“Are you okay?” Seungcheol asks, eyes flickering between Chan and Jihoon.

He has a hand on Jihoon’s elbow, almost possessively. It’s a strange feeling; Jihoon standing in the middle of Hangang Park with a strange man’s arm around his waist and his boss’ possessive hand on his elbow. Maybe he knocked his head on the way down.

“I’m fine,” Jihoon says. Unfortunately, he voids his statement by wincing when he attempts to put weight on his injured ankle.

“I think Jihoon-ssi might have hurt his ankle,” Chan pipes up. “I’d love to bring him to a clinic, but I have an, uh, an appointment to get to.” He shoots Jihoon a warm smile. “I’m really sorry about Dino. She usually only bowls over cute guys.”

Jihoon sputters at that, ears absolutely burning red as Chan winks at him before grabbing Dino by the collar and muscling the giant dog away. Jihoon’s just about to take a step towards that brat and shake his fist at him, but his ankle twitches and all he can manage to say is, “Oh, shit – ”

Before he can eat concrete, there’s a strong arm around his waist and his face is mashed into a broad chest. He swallows down a squeak, hands spread out in front of him so they’re resting on Seungcheol’s stomach.

Seungcheol, damn him, is grinning down at Jihoon with eyes that are honest-to-god sparkling. “Can’t have you falling for me now,” he jokes.

“I would never,” Jihoon sputters indignantly. His fingers curl into the soft fabric of Seungcheol’s shirt. He breathes in deeply (the scent of honey and expensive cologne teases his nose) and lets out a frustrated noise. “I don’t think I can walk.”

“You should kiss him better,” Jeonghan hollers.

Jihoon turns to shoot his friend a dark glare. Jeonghan clearly wasn’t napping; he just wanted to watch Jihoon make a complete and utter fool of himself.

“Jeonghan,” Seungcheol says sharply. There’s a pink blush spreading across his cheekbones and he can’t seem to look Jihoon in the eye.

It’s okay, Jihoon tells himself. He shouldn’t want Seungcheol to find him attractive anyway. He definitely does not want Seungcheol to find him attractive. Not even a little bit. (Maybe a little bit – just a smidge!)

“It’s okay,” Jihoon protests, pushing Seungcheol back even thought it’s actually really nice being in his arms. “I can just... hobble over to the first aid centre?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Seungcheol sighs, a fond smile playing on his pink lips. “I can walk you there.”

“I’m fine,” Jihoon insists stubbornly. He tries – stupidly – to walk on his bad ankle again and nearly goes down. It’s only Seungcheol’s proximity and Jihoon’s reflexes that saves him from a broken nose.

“Choose. Piggyback or princess carry.”

“Seungcheol-ssi!” Jihoon says hotly. His ears are definitely red. “I’m – that’s not – ”

“Princess carry it is, then.”

Jihoon doesn’t even have the time to kick up a proper protest before he’s swept off his feet. He lets out a yell, throwing his arms around Seungcheol’s neck just so he doesn’t go flying.

Their faces are unbearably close. Jihoon can make out every single individual hair on Seungcheol’s lashes. He’s probably breathing a little heavily onto Seungcheol’s face, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Seungcheol actually has the gall to smirk. Jihoon’s tempted to throw himself into the river just to get away from his infuriatingly handsome boss.

“Well, if I’d known carrying you would make you a lot more agreeable, I’d have done it sooner.”

“If you try this again, I’ll chop you in the neck.”

Seungcheol chuckles, even though Jihoon is a hundred percent serious. As Seungcheol makes his way over to the first aid centre, Jihoon has to admit that the princess carry is a lot more comfortable than the piggyback.

“You’re a lot lighter than you imagined,” Seungcheol comments.

Jihoon shoots him a mulish look. “Are you telling me you think I’m fat?”

“I’m just wondering where you keep all that food you put away,” Seungcheol replies hastily, stumbling over his words a little.

“You’ll never know,” Jihoon sniffs. He definitely doesn’t try and burrow closer. (Savour it while it lasts, a voice that sounds suspiciously like Soonyoung whispers in his mind. It’s still not a crush, though. Nope, definitely not.)

“Dammit!” Jeonghan says five minutes later, covering Hansol’s ears. “I should’ve snapped a picture!”

Wonwoo sighs heavily. “Hyung,” he says gravely, “you’re a dumbass.”

Feel free to ask me more of these ship asks here!

[chanzicoup]

Make sure to read the positions of the members in the gang, you’ll need the background info~

Warning: Fighting, Abuse, Mention of Blood, Normal Gang!AU Trigger Warnings (?)

~Blake

S.coups

He knew you were worried, but he couldn't contact you without putting you at risk. He was on a dangerous mission to the enemy's base and he did not tell you that, knowing you'd be against it. He promised he'd be home an hour ago, but getting shot in the chest kind of slowed down the process. The mission went well, despite the bullet that barely skidded his chest. The bullet hit nothing vital and just grazed his skin, so he was grateful he could still rush home to you since he knew that you would not sleep until you knew he was okay. You ran into his arms when he came inside the home you two shared and you noticed how he winced when you hugged him. He explained he got shot and you immediately panicked.

"Babe it's not as bad as it sounds, it barely touched me."

"Then take off your shift and let me deal with the rest if it's not a big deal."

Jeonghan

It was rare he'd be in battle, he was the guy who would go to the parties to sneak out info and leave before any real fights started. But this evening, one between two drunks began out of nowhere and Jeonghan was caught in the dead middle of it. All he remembers is sipping a glass of champagne before two men pushed him onto the table and started wrestling on top of him. The glasses that were arranged on the table shattered on his back, but his suit jacket took most of the blow. Now he only had a bunch of cat like scratches on his back that stung like fire. He went home after that, just as most of the other party goers did to avoid the police, and you asked what had happened.

"Just a cat fight is all."

"I have a kit in the bathroom." You would say before dragging him to the bathroom and sitting on the counter to be able to treat his wounds. But with him, he turned around and stood in between your legs and kept kissing you.

"You spoil me rotten." He'd smirk.

"Let's hurry up so I can really spoil you." You'd wink back.

(damn this turned into smut quickly do I have a hidden jeonghan kink? I mean who doesn't bc look at this man)

Joshua

Poor dude would be the one to fall into a trap and fall over trip wire and wouldn't even notice his bloody knee until you brought it up at home. He was too embarrassed to tell you what really happened and refused to tell you the story but you ended up guessing what had happened and he just becomes a whole blushing mess while you're sanitizing the cut.

"Not so big an tough now, are you?" You would giggle.

"Oh my gosh, are you kidding me?" He says while his face is as red as his knee.

(kimbap kidding)

Jun

Since he's the snipper, he is used to being the sneaky one and he does not entirely focus on his surroundings. They can throw off his aim, and there was never really a need to since he is hidden in the distance where no one can see him shoot. This night was different, however. He was assigned to take care of an enemy but it turns out someone snitched and the enemy was expecting him. He set up at a rooftop about 30 years from the building he was told to be at, and the enemy's guards found him and began beating him. They only got a few punches in before Jun grabbed his handgun and got away. He didn't immediately run to you, he wasn't sure if he was being followed or not so he went back to base while talking to S.coups about the ambush. S.coups called you and ordered Hoshi to pick you up and bring you over. By the time you were there, Jun was basically patched up but you wouldn't leave his side.

"How many times have I told you to be careful?"

"I love you."

"And how many times do you listen?"

"I really love you."

Hoshi

He'd gotten a new dog today which he rescued from a bridge. He knew the dog was aggressive but only because it lacked the proper amounts of love. After feeding the dog he tried to gain it's trust by allowing it to get his scent and petting him, but Hoshi moved a bit to quickly for the dog's liking and it bit his hand. The dog released almost immediately, which proved to Hoshi that the dog didn't do it to be mean, but because it was scared. He spoke calmly and left the room, seeing the dog curl up in a corner and whine. While Hoshi was wrapping his hand you just so happened to walk in with a bag of food you were going to surprise him with. You saw how much blood it was and nearly fainted.

"It's just a bite, the dog didn't mean to do it."

"I understand that, but you really need stitches and we're going to Seungkwan right now to get them." You'd get annoyed with his reluctance to go to the doctor, but you knew it was really just because he didn't want to leave his new dog all by itself.

Wonwoo

He would come into you room in tears, feeling completely broken because of his father. He tried to stand up for himself, but to no avail. He didn't care about his wounds and you didn't care about getting blood on your shirt. You pulled him into a hug and let him cry until he fell asleep. (Promo: Here is the story that died about wonwoo, I recommend)

Woozi

Since Woozi is literally never on the front, he can go outside as he pleases as no one knows his name or face. He was grocery shopping for the movie night you and him were having when three men trapped him while he was turning the corner and drug him into an alley. Two men held Woozi's arms while the other stood in front of him. The man said he knew who Woozi was, who he worked for, and that his group messed with the wrong people. Woozi defended his family and spat in the man's face. The man wiped the spit off and brought out a knife. At that point Woozi was not afraid of dying, he knew he'd die eventually, but he was worried about you. Your life without him. Your happiness. He was afraid of who will take care of you if he leaves this world. The man came at Woozi, but just scratched his face with the blade. One long line of blood dripping down his cheek from his temple to his jaw. The man snapped his fingers and the two other men let Woozi drop to the floor and the tree of them left. Woozi waited a few minutes to leave, just to make sure they were gone, and went home to you.

"Jeez, babe what happened to you?" You asked while pressing a towel to his face to absorb the blood.

"It's fine. I'll deal with it tomorrow." What was most important to him was you, so when you and him got the bleeding to stop and put many bandages on his face, you two settled down for a movie night with a lot of forehead kisses from Lee Jihoon. You wanted him to tell you what happened, but you could let it wait until morning.

DK

He hides everyone in the gang so he is seen as the good neighbor who is always offering the children oatmeal raisin cookies he made with a new recipe he's trying or to water plants for people that are away. Making him an easy target for a dumb burglar who was itching to check out the rich part of town. You and DK were sleeping in bed when you woke up to a noise you thought you heard coming from the kitchen. You tapped him awake and he thought you were just hearing things before he heard it the second time around. He told you to stay in bed and to call S.coups in three minutes if he was not back by then. DK grabs the baseball bat he kept underneath his spot on the bed and started heading down the stairs. The burglar was in the doorway and was armed with a crowbar, DK spotted him as soon as he went all the way down. He hit the intruder before he could turn around but it didn't knock him out and the burglar struck DK with the crowbar on his shoulder. DK recovered quickly and him the burglar with the bat again, making him finally pass out. DK grabbed a pair of handcuffs he kept just in case and cuffed the burglar's hands behind his back. He went back upstairs and saw your from behind hang up the phone.

"Did you call S.coups?" He'd ask. You jumped, not hearing him come back into the room.

"Sweetie, are you alright?!" You yelled while pointing to his shoulder, which was bleeding a bit but bruised more.

"He got me with his crowbar, but he's passed out and tied up downstairs. S.coups will come and take care of it. Let's get back to bed." You weren't having it but you couldn't do much since the ice packs and first aid kits were downstairs. There was no way in hell you were going down there with the burglar still there.

Mingyu

Mingyu was out with Dino late at night, standing guard in front of a vault that a partnering business asked S.coups to protect the night before a grand opening. S.coups was going to do it himself, but Mingyu had thought this would be a good chance to get Dino some experience, after all there was nothing to worry about. Everyone went through and perfected the plan and agreed to it when there were no holes left to fill. The enemy dresses as an employee was not predicted, however and Mingyu got hurt defending Dino, who didn't even see the man with the knife coming. Mingyu got stabbed in the stomach and was injured pretty badly, but Dino bravely fought off the enemy, disarmed him, and got a hold of S.coups. When he was done with S.coups, Mingyu told Dino to call you and to hand him the phone. He was relieved you had answered, he thought you would have ignored the call since it was so early in the morning and he was sure you were asleep. He told you he was hurt and that he wanted to stay on the phone with you until S.coups arrived. He explained what happened, but kept it vague so you wouldn't be too exposed to his job. You let him know that you were on your way to the base, and he begged you to stay at home.

"I don't care, you don't get to tell me when I am allowed to see you. Especially when you have a gash in your stomach and could be dying as we speak."

"You have a point there, sweetheart. And don't worry, you can't get rid of me that easily."

The8

He had successfully snuck into the camera room of the enemy base and shut off all of the alarms. His part was done, now the other members can make it in easier and steal back the weapons these people took from them in the first place. Of course, they'll leave a message as a reminder not to take what wasn't theirs anymore. The8 turned around in the chair to leave when he heard footsteps outside the door. He looked at the cameras and the SVT members were all out on the mission, meaning someone else is by the door. Before The8 could find a place to hide, the door opened and a member of the enemy's team walked in. The8 could recognize the face tattoos. The man charged at The8 and pinned him against the wall, The8 kicked his body off of him and ran towards the door. By now the man could've notified others of The8's presence and the mission could be compromised. He pulled out his walkie talkie to warn S.coups but the man came back and smacked the device out of his hand. All The8 saw next was darkness. When he woke up, you were sitting above him and wiping his face with a damp cloth.

"Y/N?" He asked, things were still hazy for him. He could barely recognize the room he was in, his and your bedroom.

"Glad you're awake." You smiled. Mingyu and Hoshi literally carried The8 into your house about an hour ago and said he was chloroformed during a mission. You knew he'd be alright, but you aren't going to lie to yourself; you got a little scared after he didn't wake up for a while.

The8 sat up slowly and wrapped his arms around you, falling asleep on your shoulder.

Seungkwan

Working on so many people's bodies is normal for a doctor. But working on your own body is the real challenge. Seungkwan was called to come onto the field because someone got shot, but not anywhere as to where it was fatal. This was also normal, someone would escort Seungkwan in and out to make sure he didn't get hurt while coming to save someone else. There was a window right next to Seungkwan that shattered from a bullet ricocheting off of a beam. Seungkwan used his arms to cover his face, leading to his arms from the elbows down having inch deep cuts. On the way home he tried to patch himself up, but it was difficult to reach it all so he went home and smiled sheepishly at you.

"I got myself in a bit of a pickle."

"You're telling me."

But honestly he’d stare at you while you wrap the bandage around his arms because he loves how you learned by watching him do it to other people.

Vernon

He was working with a new kind of explosive when there was a bit of a malfunction in the chemical balances, and a fire broke out. It wasn't like an uncontrollable flame, but the table top caught on fire and Vernon was tapping it with a cover to stop it. When the fire went out he realized he burned his hand and ran to the bathroom to put it under cold water. Coincidentally you walked out of the bathroom at the same time and saw his hand. You grabbed his wrist and put it under cold water yourself and brought out the antibiotic cream and wraps.

"Thanks Y/N."

"Yea, yea, don't mention it."

You wouldn't make a huge deal of it since he didn't get hurt like this often, but you warned him to be careful for the future.

Dino

You were walking home from school when you felt someone was following you from behind. Every time you checked there seemed to be no one there. You thought you were making things up, but you were getting more and more nervous by the second. You called your boyfriend Dino when you heard footsteps behind you and saw a hooded figure. He told you to stay on the phone with him and walk faster, he was tracking your location now and was going to pick you up. He snuck to the garage and took one of the many cars he was working on and raced to where you were, which was the longest five minutes of his life. When he found you he got right out of the car and ran up to you. You were so relieved to have seen him you started to tear up and he hugged you to his chest and kissed your tears away. He looked all around but saw no one.He brought you to the car and buckled you in. He was going to look around to see if he can find anyone. Jut around the corner was a homeless man in dark clothing. He smiled at Dino evilly and asked if the pretty woman was still there. Dino's blood boiled and he told the man to leave you alone and to go somewhere else. The homeless man jumped Dino and brought out a knife, cutting Dino's cheek before he knocked him out. The smell of alcohol was so strong, Dino was one hundred percent certain the man was drunk beyond belief. When Dino went back to the car, he didn't care about his cheek. He grabbed your hand and held it in his.

"I'll drive you wherever you need to baby. There are some creepy bastards here."

"Your cheek..." You whispered, still a little shaken up by the fact that there was someone following you after all. What would have happened to you if you had not called Dino at all?

"It's alright, just a cut."

You went into your book bag and took out tissues you kept for when you had allergies and began dabbing at his cut, cleaning it as best you could. Dino blushed and smiled widely.

"Thanks mom!"

"Ok then bleed out if you want."

[miracleonicefanfiction]

#17 Jack O'Callahan (part 1 & 2)

“Jack, you can’t say no to Harvard.”

I get up from the uncomfortable chair in high school advisor’s office and say quietly: “Fine.” “Fine? So that means you are accepting Harvard’s offer?”

With my hand already on the door knob, I turn to him and smirk: “I am saying no to Harvard.”

March 26th 1976

After graduating high school, I declined Harvard’s offer and ended up playing for Boston University. And wearing a Terrier on my chest has always been and will always be an honor. Now, I am a freshman at the BU and tonight’s game is the last one in the best-of-seven series against University of Minnesota. Tonight’s game will decide who is advancing to the finals and who is the sore loser of the tournament.

“Hey, OCee, ready for tonight’s game?” Chris Bannerman, at the age of 23 one of the oldest guys on the team, smacks back of my head as he walks past me on the bus.

“More than you are, old man,” I grin, revealing a few missing teeth.

“Your chick coming too?” Bob Boileau, center from freshman year, shouts from his seat and turns to me. Sending a slight glare in his direction, I roll my eyes: “You seem a bit too obsessed with my girl, Boil.” “You should be afraid.” “Of you? Please, I know she has an excellent taste in men.”

“By choosing scars and missing teeth over me? I don’t think so.”

“Well, at least that proves I play hockey. And that I play rough.”

“When with her? I have never seen you play a rough game out there.”

“Don’t you dare pulling Y/N into this, don’t you fucking dare,” I am on my feet, my hands curved into fists. He does the same, smirking from few feet away: “I thought you were a tough guy, but you are as soft as Minnesotans when we talk about your girl.” “What’s your problem, man? Why are you so fucking obsessed with my girlfriend, huh?”

“Maybe because she is easy and she would go with anyone?”

Shaking from barely contained rage, I grab the back rest of a seat in front of mine: “You are lying. You fucking Canadian prick!”

“Jack! Sit down!” Bannerman grabs me by my shoulders and pushes me back on my seat. By sitting next to me, he makes sure I would have to climb over his 6’0 feet tall figure to get to Boileau.

“Let me get to that piece of ass, Banner, he insulted my girlfriend!” “JACK! Sit down!”

“Isn’t that something you do best? Screwing easy girls?” Boileau huffs and that tips me off. I nearly jump over Banner’s knees and pull him up by his shirt: “Say that again, you little fuck. Say that again and I swear I will fucking kill you before you step on the ice.”

He smacks my hand away and brings his face inches away from mine: “Can’t handle the truth, that even a player like you can be cheated on?” “You are fucking dead right now,” I take a swing to his head and soon my knuckles connect with his jaw. His head snaps slightly back at the hit, but he won’t back away now. Two strong blows to my nose are enough for my nose to start bleeding and I know if he hits me one more time, he can break my nose. I have seen him break noses of other players in two accurate blows to the head. I dodge his next hit and connect my fist with his chin. His blood colors my knuckles red as I punch his chin open. Before they pull us away, he manages to hit me right above my eyebrow and cuts the tissue open with his high school championship ring. Warm blood starts dripping down my face, slightly blurring my vision and painting my surroundings slightly red.

“I will kill you next time.”

“Jack, stop it,” Marc Hetnik pushes me on an unoccupied seat. He sits down next to me: “Knock it off, man.” “I think I have already proved you can’t stop me by sitting next to me.”

“What is with you and Boileau? You should get along, you are teammates.”

“I don’t like him. He is a Canadian and he stole a spot from probably a great American kid. Not to mention, he apparently keeps drooling over Y/N.”

“So you really have a girlfriend?”

“It’s hard to say now, we have hooked up a few times.” “You called her your girlfriend a few times…and if she is only a hookup, why did you explode like that?”

“I don’t know. Can we drop it now?” I groan, leaning my head back as I notice blood painting my tracksuit red and small drops slowly drying on fabric.

“Whatever you say man.”

Nearly thirty hours later, we arrive to University of Denver, a host of our semifinals. I notice the bus with the U’s team is already here, including their fans. Speaking of fans… Y/N said she would come to the game, but she was still in class when he left Boston.

“O’Callahan!” Coach Parker shakes me awake from my day dreaming. Just as I take a step towards the arena, some flashy-looking car stops on the parking lot. I don’t know why, but it grabs my attention. Which I wish it didn’t as I see Y/N step out of the car. But only after some guy holds the door open for her. It takes a second for her to notice me, she appears to be too focused on her driver.

“Jackie?” “Surprised to see me here?”

“Not at all!” she runs to me and hugs me tight. Still not being able to forget what I saw only a few seconds earlier, I don’t hug her back. She looks up at me, her smile deflating by every passing second: “Aren’t you happy to see me here? I flew all the way from Boston, skipped some of my classes to be able to be here…”

“It’s…nice to see you here, I guess.”

“Y/N/N, see you in there, okay?” her partner calls her and waves at me. She nods with a bright smile: “Sure, Joey. Thanks for a lift.”

The way they smile at each other makes my blood boil. As soon as the “Joey” guy disappears in the arena, I turn to her, arms crossed on my chest: “Joey, huh?”

“You know Joe Micheletti, right?”

“Why should I know him?” “He is one of the Gophers…” “Oh, I see. Well, I hope this Micheletti guy likes to date non-virgins from Boston then.”

With those words I leave her and head in the arena, my hands still clenched into fists. My stomping echoes through the empty halls and before entering the locker room, I take a deep breath. There is no use in being furious before stepping on the ice and give that Gopher a good lesson or two.

“Hey, OCee, what’s wrong with you? You look like you are going to rip someone’s head off…” “I will. Some Micheletti dude is apparently banging Y/N.” “You have any proof?”

I turn to Mike Fidler, my teammate who has been on the team since last season, my vision now blurry from rage, which is returning over again.

“If you saw them, you would never doubt.”

“See, I was right?” Boil chuckles from his stall. I turn to him and smile a bit: “Want to have another bruise on your chin? Maybe a bloodied nose? I can help you with that.”

“Why don’t you show your muscles to your chick then?” “Jack, no. Don’t. We don’t need that before the game.”

“But you better not stop me when the puck drops.”

After coach Parker’s pep talk, we head on the ice, serious army of twenty-something players dressed in red as the blood which will most probably paint the ice tonight. It’s the last game of the semifinals and tonight, everything is on the line. As soon as my blades hit the ice, I check for a guy with Micheletti on his back. Doesn’t take long for me to see him, number 3 chatting with his teammate, a guy with Verchota and number 12 on his back. I stop next to Mike Fidler and place hand on his shouder: “Hey, will you help me take number 3 out?” “Sure, but why me?” “Because, you and I and Grypie lead in penalty minutes. Hell, man, you even have more penalites than I do.”

“Jack, I have too much penalties…” “Come on, how could additional two minutes hurt you? Or five? Come on, Fiddy.”

“Why don’t you ask Grypie? I know he is after fresh blood.” “He is one of the elders on the team. Come on.”

“How the hell do you always persuade people, O’Callahan?” “My devilish charm.”

~~

When the whistle blows, the hell breaks loose. Not even a minute in the game Terry Meagher, Terrier’s player, is sent to the penalty box for slashing and only thirty seconds later, Gophers’ Russ Anderson occupies the Minnesota’s penalty box. When Meagher is taken to the penalty box, one of the Minnesota’s player spits upon the Terrier, who returns the favor. During this time, Gopher’s trainer Gary Smith gets hit and that leads to the fight. Jack O’Callahan takes the opportunity and jumps on Micheletti without getting too much attention. Not expecting an attack from behind, he stumbled forward before regaining balance. Somehow, he manages to get Jack off his back: “What is your problem?” “You like second-hand things, don’t you, rich boy?”

It’s obvious the Gopher is not looking for a fight, but being called a rich boy is too much. He drops his gloves and growls: “Say that again!”

“You like second-hand things, rich boy? Did you hear me this time?”

Needless to say, a brawl broke out between the two angered players and cheap shots were thrown left and right. Two hot heads exchanged countless harsh words, not only punches. And the ice around them…it was a hell on earth. It took about ten minutes before the refs managed to restore the order. Not only that, two officials, Dino Paniccia and Frank Kelley, had to skate into a dressing room for a meeting with other officials and coaches.

With Meagher, BU lost to University of Minnesota with a score of 4 to 2, ending the path to the title of national champions. But that was not the worst part, Jack O’Callahan’s faith in his girlfriend was weak and he didn’t get any closures. Until he stepped out of the locker room…

~~

I step out of the locker room, holding an ice pack to my swelled eye and bloodied nose, when I see her leaning on the wall. She looks at me and heads towards me: “We need to talk.” “We don’t have to.” “Listen to me, you jerk. The guy you decided to take out is my distant cousin. And thanks to you, he was taken to a hospital. I hope you are happy now.”

“Your cousin? You have relatives in Richland?”

“Not everyone in Minnesota is rich. Stop with your stupid Boston snobby attitude and look around yourself!”

Suddenly, I feel tiredness wash over me and I am not in the mood to deal with her critics: “Can’t this wait until we get back?”

“Yes, it can. Apparently everything has to wait until Jack O’Callahan is ready to deal with it,” she huffs and turns around. I remain on my spot before one of the guys (I don’t even know, who it was), smacks my shoulder: “Come on, OC, we have a thirty-hour drive ahead of us.”

“Yeah… let’s go.”

As I sit on the bus, I realize one thing. How much it meant to me having her close, on the stands, and how stupid was of me never to show her that.

A few days later, I gather enough courage to knock on the door of her dorm. She has been avoiding me ever since we came back from Denver and I don’t like to leave things hanging in the air and questions unanswered.

As soon as she sees me, she tries to close the door, but I set my foot between the frame and a wooden plank, blocking the door from closing.

“We need to talk.” “Of course, when you decided we should talk, I have to listen to you.”

“We just lost national championship, I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

“You never have time, Jack. Never.” “Jesus fucking Christ, are you on your period or what?”

She takes a deep breath and grabs the collar of my shirt, dragging me closer. If I thought hockey players or athletes are strong, I have never pissed off my girlfriend enough.

“Listen to me carefully, John Joseph O’Callahan, never, and I mean never say that again. If I was, I would behead you with my bare hands, trust me.”

I wrap my fingers tightly around her wrists and throw her hands off my shirt: “I came to talk. Not to listen to my girlfriend’s bitchiness.”

I turn around on my heel, intending to leave, when her voice stops me. Much softer this time, it almost sounds like she is touched or really emotional.

“Y-You just called me y-your g-girlfriend…”

“Yeah, so what if I did?”

“I-I thought it was…all a joke to you… A hook-up, someone to brag about in the locker room.”

I turn around once again to face her. I wish I could say something sassy or sarcastic, but I can’t. Words just don’t find a way to come out of my mouth. Instead of trying to find a way to show her who Jack O’Callahan is, I mumble: “So can we talk now?”

She steps away from the door, giving me space to slip into her room. In awkward silence, I sit on her bed and soon the bed squeaks as she sits down as well. A few seconds of awkward and heavy silence pass before she speaks up: “So…” “So… this is weird…” “Yeah, it is. Uh, listen, I want you to know I would never be with anyone else. Even if I am just hooking up with someone.” “I am sorry. I was distracted by locker room rumors.”

“What now?” she asks, trying to sound like she doesn’t care, but her voice gives her away. And somehow, I don’t want to tell her what Boileau said about her…

“Jack, tell me, please.” “Doesn’t matter. Locker room conversations, it’s better not to know what are they about. Listen, I am sorry for being such a dick back in Colorado.” “Sorry for attacking Joey?”

“He is a Gopher. I can’t say I am sorry for beating a Gopher, can I? But I am sorry for targeting him, I guess…”

She rolls her eyes: “Rivalry thing? He is a human, not a boxing sack.”

“But he plays hockey.”

“He is a nice guy, you know?”

“I believe. But he still got a championship ring, didn’t he? Okay, it doesn’t matter now… I am sorry for targeting him, but I really thought you were with him.” “I kinda figured that one out… don’t tell me you were jealous.”

“Of course I wasn’t. Where did you get that idea from?” “But you were. I saw your face when Joey dropped me off.”

“Whatever. How come you never mentioned him?” “Wow, he does bother you, doesn’t he?” she laughs and lays down, her eyes focused on the ceiling. I wave my hand in front of her eyes and she looks at me: “We were never more than a hook up, Jack, you said that yourself after that first night. So why should I tell you about him?”

“That sounds like we never talked. We did go out, we did talk…” “Yeah, but that was too personal…or at least I though to. Maybe it would be better if I told you.” “Yeah, maybe. How is he?”

“Better. Had to get a few stiches, but he has a minor concussion…” “I am really sorry for acting like a jerk.” “Now you know how I felt everytime I saw you with other girls.” “I have never…” I shut up as soon as I see her expression. It’s true, I was seeing a few other girls, but they were all just hookups, nothing else.

“I would never look at any other girl when in a relationship,” I quickly correct myself and ruffle my hair.

“Never?”

Shaking my head, I repeat: “Never.”

She takes my hand in hers and starts playing with my fingers, slipping her thumb over every single one of them, over every bruise and scar, over my nails, over rough skin of my knuckles: “That’s good to know.”

“What about you?” “I would never look at any guy. Especially my cousin. And especially not at a Gopher. I am still a proud Boston University student.”

“What about Boston College?” “What about them?” “Would you have a guy from there?” “I’d rather die alone, thank you.”

~~

A few months later, the classes end and time to rest is waiting for every student. Jack’s classes end earlier than Y/N’s and he decided to surprise her. Knowing she is not a rose-type of girl, he buys her a mug and has her name written on it. Relying on his charm, he also decided to buy them a bottle of champagne. Not too expensive, just something to celebrate the end of first school year as university students and their developing relationship. If someone asked him a few months ago what are his thoughts about having a serious girlfriend, he would probably laugh it off, say there are too many girls to settle with only one. But now he knows he was wrong.

When she comes out of a classroom, she immediately spots him and she can’t help but smile. She liked being his hookup, someone he would call when he was bored or lonely, but she loves being his girlfriend, someone who was there for him all the time. She loves their celebrations when they both passed difficult exams, she loved watching his face while he was sleeping, how innocent he looked despite all the scars and stiches, broken nose and bruises. She loves to kiss his battle scars and she simply adores how romantic and easy-going he can get when they are alone.

“Wow, all that for me?” “Nah, I wanted to share the champagne with other girls,” he chuckles and pecks her cheek. She smacks his chest and takes the bottle out of his hands: “Apologize.”

“What for?”

“You know what for,” she leans in and kisses his lips. His lips curve into a slight smile as they pull apart and he takes her hand in his: “Come on, let’s get outta here.”

He takes her away from crowded areas. As they sit on a grass in front of BU’s hockey arena, she smiles at him: “Can you believe our first year at the university is over?” “Hardly. It has been quite a fun time, don’t you think?” “You mean us?”

“Everything. The National Championship, the whole being-a-college-student experience with all those parties every week…” “Every day. But you were busy with hockey. And girls.”

“That includes you, too. Now, can I finish?” Laughing, she nods. She loves their bickering and so does he, knowing it’s hard to insult her. And realizing she knows exactly when is he being serious or joking.

“As I was saying, before someone interrupted me, the Nationals, experiencing college, but also meeting new people and meeting you.” “And demolishing my cousin.”

“You are never gonna let me forget that, right?” “Damn right I won’t, O’Callahan. Damn right I won’t,” she leans to him, kissing his cheek and ruffling his hair. He turns his face, turning the kiss on the cheek into a kiss on the lips. With some difficulties, he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against hers: “But meeting you was probably the best thing that could had happened.” “Wow, Jack O’Callahan has a soft spot too? You gotta be shittin’ me.”

“I don’t know what are you talking about,” he grins, revealing a dark area of his first missing front tooth, and gently lays her in the grass. Finding her hand, he intertwines his rough fingers with her gentle ones as he lays down next to her.

“Don’t tell anyone.” “Tell anyone what?”

“That I could have a soft spot.” “Which you do.” “But no one needs to know about it.” “I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.”

He turns his face again and looks at her profile and her Y/H/C hair being spread on the grass. Her clearly visible freckles, which she is not even trying to conceal. A small stripe of ink on her nose and visible traces of love bites beneath her turtleneck. Turtleneck during summer?

“Why the turtleneck? Isn’t it a bit too hot for it?” “No, it’s a light wear.” “Still, what are you trying to hide?” She turns her face to him, her E/C eyes glimmering mischievously: “I don’t know, what do you see?”

“Nothing but an evidence of having a boyfriend, not just a hookup.”

With a sigh, she rolls down the collar, revealing a trace of darker marks, mixed with already fading ones. He grins slightly: “Some of them are fading. Need new ones?” “OC! Not here, c’mon.”

“I was joking, Y/N/N. You know I was. Out of all people, you should know best.”

“I know. But I still have a feeling I don’t know you sometimes.” “We have four years to figure each other out.” “Three. And then what?” “Then we graduate. And you move in with me.”

She rolls over on her elbow and looks at him, not saying a word. He sits up straight: “Did I say something wrong?” “No. You didn’t. You said exactly what I needed to hear to know for sure we are for real.” “Please, don’t get too mushy now.” “Me? You are the one who usually gets mushy,” she doesn’t need much to sassily shut her boyfriend’s mouth.

“Mush.”

“Idiot.”

“Jerk.”

“Dork.”

“Is that all you got? Wow, you got much softer,” he laughs and leans down to kiss her again. He knows how mushy it is, but he can’t help himself. He has finally found a girl who he can love and hate, now he is not letting her slip away from him. After all, every tough guy needs his safe haven.

And he has found his safe haven. With her.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Next up for the memes is Reborn! The meme used is here and I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons!

What’s their go-to fifteen minute meal?

Reborn hates microwave dinners or any other quick meals, excluding pre-mades like croissants or pastries. He loves instant ramen though, especially if the instant ramen in question belongs to someone else and especially so if it belongs to Tsuna.

How would they describe their perfect vacation?

Exciting. Action-packed. Thrilling. Reborn doesn’t like relaxing. He finds it stifling, all that peace and quiet. It doesn’t feel right to him. He’d rather do something thrilling, like go undercover for the Family or take up the most extreme of extreme sports during a vacation than he would just sitting around by the beach, getting sunburned and feeling forced to take it easy.

What’s the most read book on their bookshelf?

It’s definitely Shooter’s Bible Guide to Firearms Assembly, Disassembly, and Cleaning by Robert A. Sadowski. Fun fact - Reborn can take apart any of his guns, clean it, and then reassemble it, while blindfolded and hanging upside down, in just under thirty seconds.

If they had to describe themselves as a type of shoe, which type would they choose? Why?

Reborn would probably describe himself as a longwing - something classic, that never goes out of style, that goes with almost anything, that grabs attention without being flashy.

What song would they choose as their theme song?

Secret Agent Man by Johnny Rivers. Just for the laughs and because honestly, it sounds cool.

What’s the oldest item in their refrigerator?

Reborn doesn’t stock his own fridge. Everything that is in the fridge is there because Nana or Tsuna or Bianchi or someone else put it there. If it was up to Reborn, the fridge would be mostly empty or just have a few bottles of different condiments in there, as he’d almost constantly eat out. 

Do they have an emergency treat (ice cream, cookies, candy, etc.) hidden somewhere in their kitchen for bad days? What is it? 

No. Reborn’s moods change so much when it comes to food that he knows that what he’s currently craving at that moment will not be what he wants when the ‘emergency’ happens. It’s best if he just eats what he wants when he wants it. He doesn’t mind the extra effort of going down and hunting down the food he wants. 

What’s their weirdest bedtime ritual?

If he’s actually going to bed and not simply napping, Reborn has to be wearing his sleep cap and his hair has to be away from his face and ears. He cannot sleep with any hair in his face whatsoever. The sensation really annoys him.

Who/what is the one thing that can make them smile no matter how terrible their day has been?

Leon is definitely the closest that Reborn has to a best friend and is the only thing guaranteed to make Reborn smile, even if it’s just the barest upturn in the corners of his mouth. He’s not a real, live person but Reborn doesn’t mind. He actually prefers it that way, honestly. It’s easier for him to deal with Leon and the lizard doesn’t bother him to talk when he’s down or nag at him to go here or there. Leon simply is and lets Reborn be as well, all while staying by his side faithfully, doing whatever’s needed of him. 

Where do they go when they need some time alone?

Reborn will have a few coffee shops in any area that he likes to frequent. He doesn’t go continuously to the same one - there’s too much risk to the staff if he frequents one cafe and one cafe only since he does have many enemies. He’ll have at least two, or if not three or four, that he goes to and which one he picks will depend on how bad his mood is and what he’s craving. He likes coffee shops - they’re great for being able to just sit at a table, behind a laptop or a newspaper, drinking coffee and idly people-watching while you think.

What’s one conspiracy theory that they secretly agree with?

Reborn knows enough of the secret’s hidden in the background of society to find things like Freemasons and Illuminati secretly pulling the strings of the world to be completely plausible. 

Who’s the person they most want to tell when they hear a funny joke?

Honestly, in a sad turn, it’s always Luce. She had such a dry sense of humor for someone so sweet and she never failed to make him laugh. She had sass and he’d love nothing more than to hear her toss back something witty and fun to one of his brush-offs, would love to hear her make a joke out of some silly thing he was doing. Alas, some things are never to be. 

What’s the first section of the newspaper (or online news source) that they check each day?

Reborn secretly loves celebrity gossip and always checks entertainment first, even though he denies this vehemently. 

Who would they call to bail them out of jail? Bonus points if you describe why they were arrested!

Reborn would never end up in jail. He’s entirely confident that he could always allude arrest. However, in the 0.003% chance that he did get arrested for any of the numerous crimes he commits on a daily basis, he’d definitely expect one of his two students, either Tsuna or Dino, to come right over and bail him out, especially without expecting him to repay the bail money or explain why he was in there in the first place. He probably wouldn’t even think to thank them, though he would be thankful. He just doesn’t want them to know that. 

What’s the one scent that most reminds them of home?

Cigarette smoke, talc powder, and grapes. His mother was a smoker who used this scented talc powder. It’s all he thinks about whenever he smells either of these things and the smell is good, nostalgic, though always a bit painful. His childhood home was right next to a vineyard too and on the hot days, all you could smell in the air was grapes.

What do they consider their greatest achievement?

Honestly, though he’d not admit it, Reborn considers his students his greatest achievement. Seeing them grow and progress until he finally sees them become men - strong, confident men, leaders of their Families - it's the best feeling. The sense of pride he has in them, the love he holds for them is something he hides well but definitely feels strongly. 

How much time do they spend on the Internet each day?

Reborn spends a fairly small amount of time on the internet, either through his cell phone or a computer, during the day, maybe about 30 minutes or so. He has a few newsites he automatically checks in the morning, along with checking emails through the day. He also likes to use the dictionary.com app for the Word of the Day and might be an occasional fan of internet poker.

What’s their go-to procrastination activity?

Reborn tortures his student when he’s bored or putting off doing something he has to do but doesn’t want to do. It’s so much more fun, after all, making Tsuna do silly things and put up with insane circumstances - and educational as well - than it is, say, replying back to a letter or trimming his sideburns.

If someone where to make a movie of their life, who would they want to play them?

Honestly, this is something Reborn has never considered. He’d really consider it too, if he ever had to, picking someone who not only resembled him (if just a bit more handsome) but was also a good actor. He’d probably choose someone like Aidan Turner.

Is there a  number in their phone that they should definitely delete but just can’t seem to erase?

No, there actually isn’t. He uses disposable cell phones and never keeps one for longer than a week. It’s a habit he slipped into while working on more dangerous jobs than tutoring Tsuna and it’s something he can’t seem to stop doing. However, he still has an old address book, hidden deep in his things where he doubts anyone would ever look, filled with all kinds of numbers of people he can’t see, doesn’t talk to anymore, or deceased people...the one number that bothers him though is his mother’s. He was always a bit of a mother’s boy while growing up and once he became an Arcobaleno, he had to disappear, had to die. He couldn’t ever see his Mamma again and it tore his heart out because she died less than a year after he did, some say from a broken heart, and he couldn’t even attend her funeral.

[seventeen-going]

Seventeen going to a Buffet Pt. 2

Episode Nine: Seventeen heads to the Buffet Restaurant and Joshua decides to start a fight with Seungcheol

*in the queue for the buffet restaurant*

Waiter: “For how many?”

Scoups: “13 please”

Waiter: “Um…” *looks back at the packed restaurant*

Waiter: “Can you sit separately?”

Hoshi: “NO YOU CAN’T SEPARATE ME FROM WOOZI! NEVERRRR!!!”

Waiter:

Scoups: “Yeah it’s alright, we can just split into four or five per table”

Hoshi: “BUT I WANT TO-

Scoups: “Soonyoung you can sit with Jihoon now shut up please”

Hoshi: *smiles*

Waiter: “So twelve adults and one child?”

Woozi: “You better not be talking about me”

Dino: “I think he was talking about me hyung…”

Waiter: “Oh hey there little one didn’t see you back there, should I get two baby chairs for your children?”

Woozi: “Someone hold me back or I’m gonna dig out his eyes”

Hoshi: “Go get him Woozi! He tried to separate us just now!”

Woozi: “Suddenly I like this waiter a whole lot, should we be friends?”

*at table one: Jeonghan, Joshua, Scoups, Dino, DK*

DK: “Dish ish da kool peepur’s taburle”

Dino: “I don’t think I understand what you just said…”

Joshua: “Ugh why is the third party here?”

Scoups: “Are you perhaps referring to me Hong Jisoo?”

Dino: “I don’t like this table…. Can I go sit with somewhere else?”

Jeonghan: “No, you need to sit beside me so I can cut your food for you and feed you”

Joshua: “Why are you always third wheeling around Jeonghan and I?”

Scoups: “Know your place Joshua Hong, I came first”

Joshua: “I hope you mean by birth because if we are talking about his heart or feelings, I come in first”

Jeonghan: “Keep it down will you? People are staring…”

Scoups: “Well, why did you lead Joshua on and ruin our relationship then?”

Joshua: “Excuse me, what?”

Dino: “I’m leaving this table-”

Jeonghan: *buckles chan down into his baby chair*

Dino: “DANG IT”

*at table two: Wonwoo, Jun, The8, Mingyu*

Mingyu: “Okay guys half of this table is mine, please make sure your plates do not invade my side of the table”

Jun: “Four of us are sharing the table and you’re claiming half of it?”

The8: “It’s not like you don’t know him Jun, he probably needs half of the table for the amount of food he is going to take”

Mingyu: “Ding Dong Deng! Minghao you know me so well!”

Jun: “Then is the three of us supposed to share the other half???”

Mingyu: “UM DUH”

Wonwoo: “Why was it only a dream???”

Jun: “Did you say something Wonwoo?”

Wonwoo: “No… I’m going to get myself some food…”

*at table three: Seungkwan, Vernon, Hoshi, Woozi*

Woozi: “I can’t believe I’m seating with you”

Hoshi: “I KNOW RIGHT I CAN’T BELIEVE IT TOO SQUEALLLL”

Woozi: “I’m reconsidering my new-found friendship with the waiter…”

Vernon: “I can wait here while you guys can go get your food”

Seungkwan: “Why? Are you saying that I’m too greedy and that I can’t wait?!”

Vernon: “I didn’t mean it like that… Then shall I go get the food first while you wait?”

Seungkwan: “What are you implying Hansol Vernon Chwe? That if I go there I’ll take all the food and you won’t have any left, so you better go take your share of food first before I eat it ALLL?!!”

Vernon: “I am so done with you”

Seungkwan: “Are you saying that I’m annoying and irritating?”

Vernon: “Does anyone want to swap seats with me?”

Dino: “ME WANTS!”

Jeonghan: “Stop it or I’m not letting you have any fries”

*buffet counter*

Mingyu: “This is Mingyu’s heaven, they have everything I ever craved for, they have pizza, fried chicken, kimchi fried rice, dumplings, kimbap, pasta, udon, ramen, ice cream, gelato, WAFFLES! OMG SOMEONE CAPTURE THIS BEAUTIFUL MOMENT FOR ME!” *sobs*

Wonwoo: *snaps a photo*

The8: *takes a whiff*

The8: “Some of these don’t seem that fresh….”

Mingyu: “Shut it Minghao how can you insult such beauty in this sacred place”

Scoups: *reaches out to take some seasoned beef from buffet counter*

Joshua: *shoves coups*

Scoups: *moves away from Joshua to take some japchae*

Joshua: *shoves coups again*

Scoups: “Stop shoving me will you Hong Jisoo!!”

DK: “Well someone please take the salt shaker away from Joshua because someone’s salty about life”

Woozi: “No Seokmin…. no….”

Jeonghan: “Boys, I know the both of you are crazy about me but am I really worth ruining your friendship because of me? Who am I kidding, of course I am”

DK: “Well someone please pass Jeonghan a mirror because he needs a reality check”

Woozi: “Please just stop trying”

Wonwoo: “Mingyu can you help me take that?” *points to eggrolls*

Mingyu: “No why would I?”

Mingyu: *takes a mountain of eggrolls for himself*

Wonwoo: “Oh right…. The dream’s not real” *cries*

Hoshi: “Jihoonie would you like some bacon and scrambled eggs?”

Woozi: “I can get them myself”

DK: “Would you be able to reach them tho”

Woozi: “Don’t test my patience Seokmin”

Scoups: “Wait if we are all here who’s at our table?”

Jeonghan: “Chan is, I’m sure he’ll be fine”

*meanwhile at table one*

Dino: *attempts to cut the belt of the baby seat with a plastic knife*

Dino: “PSSSTTT HANSOL!”

Vernon: “What?”

Dino: “Help me get out of this baby trap”

Vernon: “Why would you want to get out?”

Dino: “Didn’t you say you want to swap seats?”

Vernon: “I did but won’t Jeonghan hyung be mad?”

Dino: “Nah he’ll be too preoccupied with the two idiots fawning over him to notice”

Vernon: “Okay… if you say so”

*table two*

The8: “I know you said you’d take a lot of food but this is just too much”

Mingyu: “Yes thank you, put it over here please”

Waiters: *carrying 100 plates over*

Jun: “The tall thing is taking up our side of our table!”

Mingyu: “This is only round one”

Wonwoo: “If you can’t finish it, you have to pay for the food wastage”

Mingyu: “Are you three doubting me?!”

The8: “Can’t we just go to the Chinese restaurant across the street?”

Jun: “We can try to make a run for it”

The8: “Alright we’ll make a dash for it in 1…. 2…. 3… RUN!”

Jun & The8: *runs out of restaurant*

Wonwoo: “Um Mingyu… do you remember anything about lemonades or pancakes or anything at all?”

Mingyu: *finishes 30 plates worth of food*

Mingyu: “No why? Oh no did I get drunk and talked about food again? I really need to fix my drinking habits”

Wonwoo: “Never mind pretend I didn’t ask”

Mingyu: “Are you finishing your pancakes?”

Wonwoo: “Why? Are you gonna get me more Mingyu?”

Mingyu: “What? No, I want to eat it if you can’t finish them”

Wonwoo: “Oh”

*table three*

Hoshi: “You got a little something on your lips Woozi”

Woozi: “Where?”

Hoshi: *cleans it with a tissue*

Dino: “Chan’s eyes…. chan’s eyes…. it needs to be cleansed”

Woozi: “dOn’T toUcH mEH”

Seungkwan: “What are you doing here?”

Dino: “I switched seats with Vernon hyung but honestly this seat is kind of bad too”

Seungkwan: “Excuse you but this is the best table because I am here”

Dino: “I know why Vernon was so willing to switch with me….”

Dino: “I want my fries….”

Seungkwan: “You’re not having mine”

*table one*

Jeonghan: *eats a mouth of the jjamppong*

Jeonghan: “This tastes way better than any of the crap you’ve ever cooked for me Seungcheol”

Scoups: “Let me see you try cooking then!”

Joshua: “See Hannie, if you were with me, you’d eat good food everyday”

Scoups: “Like you can cook Joshua”

Joshua: “Who said anything about cooking? I’m talking about bringing Jeonghan out to eat at restaurants”

Jeonghan: “Ohhh fancy! I like the sound of that!”

Vernon: “Dino was right, Jeonghan’s so busy that he didn’t even realise his beloved child is missing”

DK: “He wouldn’t even know if we stole all of his food from his plate”

Scoups: “Do you think money is so easily earned?! It’s not! What about eating with family? What about home-cooked meals?”

Joshua: “What’s the point if the home-cooked meal gives you food poisoning?”

Scoups: “WHEN DID MY FOOD GIVE ANYONE FOOD POISIONING?!?!”

Vernon: “Guys….”

Joshua: “It’s like you have short-term memory, when we first met you cooked porridge for Hannie and he couldn’t stop vomiting for a month”

Scoups: “It helped him lose weight!”

Jeonghan: “Well… I did manage to fit into size XS after that”

Joshua: “DOES NO ONE ELSE CARES ABOUT JEONGHAN’S HEALTH?”

Scoups: “HEALTH? IF YOU ARE SO CONCERNED ABOUT HIS HEALTH WHY ARE YOU SUGGESTING TO BRING HIM TO EAT OUTSIDE WHERE ALL THE FOOD ARE FLAVOURED BY MSG?!!!”

Waiter: “Sorry what did you say?”

DK: “What team are you rooting for? I’m in #TeamCoups”

Woozi: “Is this really the time to be in teams?”

Scoups: “IF YOU ARE WITH JOSHUA HE IS GOING TO FEED YOU WITH ALL OF THE CRAP LIKE THIS THAT MAKES YOUR HAIR FALL OUT”

Jeonghan: *gasp*

Waiter: “Did you say crap?”

Joshua: “YOU HAD TO MENTION THE HAIR DIDN’T YOU”

Hoshi: “I’ll be whatever team you choose Woozi”

Woozi: “Well I’m not gonna pick sides”

Hoshi: “Okay so I’m on #TeamWoozi”

Scoups: “YES THIS CRAP THAT JOSHUA IS FEEDING YOU WILL MAKE YOU BALD”

Joshua: “OH NO YOU DID NOT SAY THAT COUPSTASTU”

Scoups: “IF INTERVIEWERS ASK YOU WHAT YOU SEE YOURSELF IN 5 YEARS YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND SAY BALD”

Jeonghan: “My hair….”

Vernon: “Does anyone see the look in Joshua hyung’s eyes? He looks like he is about to pounce and tackle someone”

Scoups: “BRING IT ON HONG JISOO”

Joshua: *hits coups with a chicken drumstick*

Scoups: “WHAT ARE YOU, A CAVEMAN? BE A MAN AND USE YOUR FISTS!”

Waiter: “EXCUSE ME PLEASE DO NOT PLAY WITH THE FOOD”

Joshua: *throws dumplings*

Waiter: “SIR!”

Joshua: “I’M NOT PLAYING WITH FOOD! HOW CAN YOU CALL THESE HEAVILY MSG SEASONED THINGS, FOOD??”

Scoups: “SO YOU ADMIT YOU’RE FEEDING JEONGHAN WITH MSG!”

Waiter: “I’d like for all of you to please leave our restaurant premises”

Mingyu: “But I’m not done yet!”

Waiter: “GET OUT! ALL OF YOU GET OUT!!!”

Mingyu: “My FOOD! YOU CAN’T CHASE ME OUT FROM THIS HEAVEN!”

Vernon: “Yes he can, you idiot”

Mingyu: “Look I still have my voucher! I’m an entitled customer!!!”

Waiter: *rips voucher into half*

Mingyu:

Waiter: “Oh well… now you’re not. Get out”

Mingyu: *breaks down*

*meanwhile at the Chinese restaurant*

Jun: “Ahhhh how nice”

The8: “Silence and peace, tranquillity…”

Jun: “Would you like more green tea Mr Xu?”

The8: “Yes if you do not mind, Mr Wen”

Waitress: “Is there anything else that you’d like?”

The8: “Yes, to stay here forever away from the obnoxious members”

Jun: “and also your phone number”

Waitress:

Waitress: “I’ll get you more green tea”

masterlist ✨

Read the previous episode: Seventeen going to a Buffet Pt.1

[laresearchette]

Friday, March 20, 2020 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: DISNEY INSIDER (Disney +) THE BLACKLIST (Global) 8:00pm

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NEW TO AMAZON PRIME/CRAVE/NETFLIX CANADA/CBC GEM:

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RAINBOW ICE (Documentary):When the members of the Keystone Rainbow Curling League get together, it's not just about the game. RAINBOW ICE follows four members of Manitoba’s premiere LGBT2SQ+ curling league, as they gear up for another season. Since 2005 the league, made up of 28 teams of community members and allies, has been an open and inclusive place to escape Winnipeg’s brutal winters, and enjoy some exercise and camaraderie at the 140-year-old, Granite Curling Club.

SÉRIE NOIRE Season 1 (Drama/Comedy) Denis and Patrick, two screenwriters at wit’s end. Who, after the resounding failure of their implausible procedural series The Law Of Justice, are forced to write another season. To restore their honour, they will have no choice but to radically transform their writing process. How far will they go to make sure their work is believable?

SHARKWATER (Documentary)  Arguing that sharks are misunderstood as dangerous creatures, biologist Rob Stewart travels to the Galapagos Islands, Costa Rica and other places where the animals can be found. Underwater, he feeds sharks to demonstrate their fundamentally nonviolent nature.

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MARY’S KITCHEN CRUSH (CTV Life) 8:30pm: Mary Berg whips up a protein-packed Mexican meal for her taco-loving best friend, Kyle, to support his recent workout kick.

LADHOOD (BBC Canada) 9:00pm: Having previously embarrassed himself in a bar, Liam announces to his girlfriend, Jess, that he's taking a month off the booze. As he tries to make it through his first sober Friday night in years, he thinks back to where and when his relationship with drinking began.

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SUPER SIZE ME 2: HOLY CHICKEN! (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: Filmmaker Morgan Spurlock opens his own chicken restaurant to explore industry claims that fast food is now healthier and more natural and organic.

SCARBOROUGH (BBC Canada) 9:30pm: Mike and Karen are trying to get their relationship back on track after Mike's crab stall misdemeanour, however both have other problems that they need to deal with. Meanwhile, Bigsy goes missing.

EVIL LIVES HERE (ID) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE):  For 17 years, Kathy Swanson fears her son, Michael, will harm someone; she tries in vain to convince people that there is something different about Michael, then her worst nightmare comes true.