#sorry need to drop the quote here bc it did make me sick to my stomach even though its nothing new:

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

gotta love how studying any kind of history is just a crash course on misogyny lmao

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

[tomspancakes]

This Way: Part 2

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: none

Summary: Yours and Tom’s past come in bringing a bit of tension.

Part 1

A/N: AHH I’m so glad people liked part 1! I don’t have a set schedule for posting bc I still have school atm, but I’m gonna try to stay consistent, cause writing this is so fun :))) If you have any suggestions of improvement for my writing or if you’re enjoying this please lmk! If you want to be added to the tag list don’t hesitate to ask! Enjoy Part 2 <3

“Harry, oh my god that was so awkward. I hated that, it will replay in my head for the next week.” You groaned flopping on his bed. “I am a bad bitch I’m fine, I’m fine” you reminded yourself.

He laughed at you and sat next to you, “You are a bad bitch. And yes that was painfully awkward, I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks for pulling me away though. Not gonna lie, I felt like Allana was plotting something in her head when she saw me. Did you get any vibe that she didn’t seem happy?” You asked, nervous.

“Eh wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t happy, she bosses Tom around. She tried to use me as her photographer once, but I was busy and couldn’t, but she somehow made Tom clear my schedule so that I could take pictures of her. I do not trust her in all honesty, so her plotting something wouldn’t be new..” You gasped at the story. 

“Dang I will not get in her way then…” Harry laughed and asked, “What do you feel like eating tonight, love?” 

“Uhmmm, oh I haven’t had nandos since the last time I was here.” You said and he nodded.

-

After the Nandos was dropped off at the house you all gathered around the table. 

“I think I can make food like Nandos.” Harrison said and everyone started laughing, “Hey I seriously think I can. Just watch.” 

“I think you can too, Harrison, I’ll be your sous chef if you want.” He smiled at your encouragement and stuck his tongue out at everyone else and Allana rolled her eyes. Oof. “Tommy, do you have spinach? I have a photoshoot tomorrow because one of the models cancelled. I can’t eat the side dishes. I’ll make myself a salad or something.” Allana said.

Harry scoffed and joked, “We don’t have rabbit food here, love.” Tuwaine and Harrison laughed, but you felt bad they were ganging up on her.

“Hey don’t make fun of her. It’s harder for us girls to stay fit whereas you boys can eat like shit and still be fit.” You said to the boys and Allana looked at you a bit surprised and pleased, “Allana, I think I saw some lettuce in the fridge. I can go grab it for you and a bowl. Gotta start getting used to the things around here anyway.” You smiled at her. 

Her expression went back to being unimpressed, “Uhm no thanks. I’ll just go eat at home, I have to leave in a bit anyway.”  She said and pushed the utensils away. 

“Darling, you need to eat a little something, you haven’t eaten one thing since you’ve gotten here.” Tom said. Your heart clenched a bit when he called her darling. 

“Tommy, god, I said I’d eat later. Don’t you ever listen?” She said everyone stared in silence until Harrison broke it, “Someone’s a little hangry…” 

“Harrison shut up!” Tom said snapping his head toward Haz.

Allana was turning red, “That’s it! I’m tired of your friends treating me like this. I’m leaving, Tommy, will you come with me?” Tom got up and glared at Harrison as he helped Allana out. 

“As if she doesn’t treat us badly.” Tuwaine said, rolling his eyes, Harry and Harrison nodding in response.

“Ok, but I still felt bad for her. That was a little uncalled for guys.” You said continuing to eat. 

“Y/n, she literally shot you down when you were trying to be helpful.” Harrison stated.

“Ok true, but I didn’t mind, she seemed to mind when you all ganged up on her.” The boys nodded.

“Not even 3 hours here and you’re already being our mother.” Harry said laughing.

“Oh shut up, you boys love me. I’m just using the bad bitch energy Harry gave me earlier.” You all laughed.

- 

After dinner you and the boys watched funny videos on Harry’s laptop and then headed your separate ways to go to sleep. You did your night routine and pulled on pj shorts and tank top since the boys put the heater on. 

You stirred in bed trying to sleep, but the jet lag got the best of you and you decided to put your clothes in the drawers and closet. Before starting to clean you decided to grab a snack and water.

While waiting for the popcorn to finish popping in the microwave you heard the front door unlock and a tired looking Tom walked in. 

“Tom? Oh my god why’re you getting home now it’s 2 am, you should’ve stayed with Allana. It’s so late!” 

“Oh, y/n? And we were talking then she kicked me out, something about being alone in bed is better for her aura the night before a photoshoot. Why’re you up?” Tom stammered and you scoffed at the story.

“Jet lag. I decided to organize my room, but also wanted a snack.” He nodded sitting in front of you at the counter, “Why don’t you go to sleep now you look like shit.” You joked. He put his hand over his heart pretending to be hurt.

“Tsss ouch, y/n, but I kinda wanted to talk to you. You know, catch up.” He said looking at you with his head resting on his hand now. Your heart sped up and sighed trying to stay calm.

“Alright, what do you wanna know?” You pulled the popcorn out of the microwave and set it between you and Tom. He started eating with you.

“How’re you and Mr. Gavin Leatherwood?” His question surprised you because one; that was a very straightforward question and two; you never confirmed anything/ went public with Gavin except for paps photos of you two holding hands and only Zendaya, your family, and Harry knew and swore not to tell Tom. 

“Uhm we mutually broke up two weeks ago...” You said looking up at Tom fiddling with your fingers. Tom’s eyes widened a bit and he tried to hide his joy, 

“Oh I’m sorry about that y/n.” he said genuinely, “I always thought there was something off about him.” You rolled your eyes getting annoyed thinking back to the past,

“Tom nothing was wrong with him. Like I said it was a mutual break up. He’s a sweet guy, you just never gave him a chance.” You rolled your eyes. He put his arms up in defense,

“Sorry, love, chill. I was trying to make you feel better by implying you deserved better.” You scoffed knowing he was only being half truthful. 

“Mhm sure, we both know that you just hated him.” Tom looked at the bowl of popcorn in defeat. 

“Thanks for sticking up for Allana by the way. I know she doesn’t seem like the nicest person at first, but when you get to know her she’s a sweetheart.”

“Oh ya I bet.” You joked.

“What? ‘Not gonna give her a chance’, love?” He mocked your American accent  and put air quotes in when he said that. You gave him a displeased look,

“Really, Tom? Really? Are seriously going to say that to me when you never stood up for Gavin and was actually the meanest to him?” 

“Oh my god,” he groaned, “it was a joke, love. I see you still get butt hurt easily.” He said putting his head in his hands. That was it,

“Ok good catching up with you Tom. Good night, asshole.” You took the popcorn and water to your room. 

Tom sat there with his eyes never leaving your beautiful figure. He groaned, beating himself up mentally for fucking things up and for checking you out.

-

You woke up around 7 a.m. groaning because jet lag got to you really bad. You changed into leggings and a crop top ready to go on a light jog knowing you wouldn’t go back to sleep. 

When you walked down you saw that Tom fell asleep on the couch. Your heart melted at the sight, but you tried to ignore how cute and cuddly he looked. You were about to walk out, but gave in and decided to put a blanket over Tom. 

“Oh mornin’ y/n, you’re up early,” You heard Harrison as he walked down in shorts and a tshit-shirt, “Going on a run too?” 

“Yup, light one though. I’ve got a lot of work to do today.” You said putting your hair up in a ponytail.

“Sick, I’ll run with you for a bit then.” You smiled and waited outside for him.

When you started running it was a little silent until he spoke, “So did you put that blanket over Tom?” 

“Maybe” you chuckled a bit, it was quiet again.

“Fuck it I’m just gonna say it,” you raised your eyebrow at him, “I shouldn’t be saying thihs, but he hasn’t gotten over you. I think Allana is here just to keep him on his toes. And plus he-” 

“Sorry, Harrison, can we not talk about this now? I’m still trying to forget about my past with him since I’m living in his house and all.” You said breathing hard.

“You know you don’t have to do that. As his best friend I know he’d hate for you to pretend like nothing ever happened between you two.” 

“Alright then, but if something bad happens because of past events I’m blaming you.” You said jokingly and Harrison laughed, “So what are all the things you need to catch me up on, I’ll let you talk now, I already can’t breathe.” Harrison laughed and started updating you on everything.

-

“Wait are you serious? That sounds terrible.” You said, Harrison was telling you how he face planted when he was trying to impress a girl. 

“Oh my god it was so embarrassing, she was so quiet when she helped me up and took her number out of my phone!” You started dying of laughter. 

“I’m so sorry that’s so sad. I can’t help, but to laugh though. She’s missing out though you’re a good looking guy.” He turned red with embarrassment. 

“Aw thanks y/n. Also I can’t believe you ended up running the whole time with me.” You shrugged like it was nothing, but your legs were actually aching. You two stepped into the house to the smell of bacon. 

“Oh hell yeah... wait is that Tom cooking?” Harrison asked, very surprised. 

“Yes, I can cook you div.” Tom said. 

You noticed he changed into sweats and he was shirtless. 

“Bro the last time you cooked was when-”

Tom turned surprised to see you up, you stared at him a bit too long. He cut Haz off before he can spill anymore beans,

“Morning, love, like what you see?” You scoffed,

“Actually no, just waiting for you to burn your nipples or something since your frying bacon without a shirt.” You went to pour a glass of water and as if on cue Tom yelped in pain.

“Fuck, I burned myself.” Tom hissed and you were gonna laugh at him until you saw his side. 

“Oh my god Tom! What the hell how’d you manage to burn your side?” You rushed to his side with an ice pack in a dish towel.

“Haha Tom I thought you said you could cook!” Harrison said dying of laughter.

“Harrison can you go get toothpaste?”

“What the fuck toothpaste?” Harrison and Tom asked at the same time.

“Yes, trust me.” With that Harrison scurried off to get toothpaste.

“Told you being shirtless was a bad idea.” You scolded him.

“You liked it though, don’t deny it,” you pressed the ice pack to his side and he winced, “ouch, love, I was joking.” You giggled a bit at his reaction, 

“How hard is it to find toothpaste? Harrison where are you?” You yelled. You looked back at Tom, seemed like something was on his mind.

“You uh look good, y/n.” He stammered, your face heating up more and your heartbeat quickening,

“Tom don’t.”

“What I can’t say my friend looks good? You told Harrison he’s good looking.” You raised your brow. Was he jealous? How the hell did he hear that from inside?

“You’re something else, Holland. Plus you have a girlfriend, don’t think she’d like to hear you say that. Especially when I’m your ex.” For some reason it pained both of you when you said that.

You sat across from him still waiting for Harrison. Tom nudged your foot with his and said, “Y/n, I wanted to say I was sorry about last night. I was tired and being a complete div.” 

You looked up at him, “It’s alright, sorry for overreacting and walking out.”

“No no you had every right to.” He sighed and was about to continue, but Haz ran in,

“I got the toothpaste!” Harrison said breathless.

“Why the hell did you take so long?” You asked as Harrison handed you the tube and winked at Tom, he rolled his eyes then face palmed.

“Oh my god, Harrison.” Tom groaned. You caught on real quick, Harrison was giving you two alone time. 

“You’re not slick at all Osterfield, you literally suck.” You said as he laughed.

You removed the ice pack from Tom’s side, “Alright, Tom, this is gonna sting a bit.” You warned and spread the paste on his burn he groaned in pain.

“Whoa, Harry cover your innocent eyes!” Tuwaine exclaimed covering his face when he and Harry walked in. 

“Really guys having sex in the kitchen?” Harry said. 

“Oh shut up you dickheads. I burnt myself and y/n is helping me out.” Tom said, still moaning.

“Tom you’re such a baby. Harry we’re no longer best friends anymore.” You stated. Harry laughed as you rolled your eyes. 

“Harrison here to save the day with better bacon than Tom’s bacon!” Harrison sang. Tom slapped Harrison’s leg. You laughed excited for how the next few months would turn out because of how eventful this morning already was.

-

After a very crazy morning and a facetime meeting with your manager you had to go to the table read for the movie you were shooting. Your phone began to ring, it was Harry. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, y/n, I’m really sorry Sam and I are still filming right now. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to pick you up in time to drop you off at your table read. Can you have one of the boys at home take you?” You began to stress a bit, but you knew that Harry was working on something really important to him.

“Yes of course. Let me know how filming goes later!”

“Thanks so much for understanding. I’ll tell you everything when I pick you up for dinner with my family! Bye, love.” You said goodbye and hung up, also completely forgetting about dinner with the Hollands tonight. 

You walked to Harrison’s room and asked, “Hey are you gonna be busy in like the next hour or so?” 

“Sorry, y/n, I’m about to meet up with some friends for lunch. What’d you need?” He asked frantically pacing looking for something. 

“Oh, Harry can’t take me to my tableread anymore, I need a ride.”

“Hmm, oh found it!” Harrison pulled out a watch from his drawer, “Well Tuwaine is leaving with me, so I’m afraid your only options are Tom or the tube.” 

“Really Harrison?” you groaned and he put his hands up in defense, “Ok have fun at lunch.”

You walked over to Tom’s room to see it empty, “He’s outside!” Tuwaine yelled from across Tom’s room. You thanked him and rushed outside to see Tom still shirtless. He was doing push-ups and the toothpaste looked glittery on his right side in the sunlight. His triceps and biceps enlarged every time he pushed his body up.

“You just can’t keep your eyes off me can you, y/n?” He said grunting while finishing his last few reps. You were at a loss for words because he did look really hot at the moment. You blushed and fumbled with your words,

“Oh uh sorry,” He turned and smirked at you, “I need another favor, Harry can’t take me to the tableread and Harrison and Tuwaine are going out for lunch.” He began walking closer to you making your heart skip a beat. What the hell was he doing? “I uh would take myself, but I’ve never driven here before and-” He was inches away from you he reached out and grabbed your shoulder chuckling,

“Alright alright, shut up I’ll take you.” You stared into each other's eyes not breaking eye contact and he reached over to slide the door open wider and he walked past you. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and rolled your eyes, you can’t let him get to you, he has a girlfriend! “We need to go in 45 minutes, thanks, Tom!” you yelled and he held a thumbs up.

-

“Z, I swear I cannot live in this house. Tom is acting like he’s some fuck boy and I swear he really is trying to pull something and he has a girlfriend! Did you know that?” You were rambling

“Uhmmm maybe…” She said awkwardly.

“Z! What the hell? Both you and Harry didn’t tell me.”

“What? Didn't think you’d care, cause you’re a ‘badddd bitchhh’.” You laughed at her mocking you.

“Fine, you and Harry said the exact same thing, weird… anyways what the hell do I do?” You said with your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you looked through your closet for something decent to wear at the Holland house. 

“Well, I think you should just focus on what you're doing right now and focus on your growth. Sis, you just broke up with someone, be free for now. It’s time to focus on you and your work.” Zendaya was right, you needed some time to self evaluate and grow, “But also maybe look super hot tonight at the dinner, you know, take his breath away.” She started laughing.

“Z, no! You just said not to worry about boys and he has a girlfriend…”

“But…” she said, waiting for you to carry on.

“But… ok I’ll dress cute, it’s always fun doing that.” You both laughed and she told you what to wear.

“Ok I’m gonna get ready for the tableread, I’ll text you. Love ya!” You said and she said it back and you guys hung up.

“Y/n can we actually leave in 5 minutes? I want to grab lunch, my treat!” Tom said from down the hall.

“Yeah sure.” You grabbed your purse and a bag with extra clothes. You walked out and ran into Tom with a thump he held your shoulders keeping you steady.

“Oops sorry, love. Was just going to tell you to not forget there’s dinner with my family tonight.”

“Yep, got the extra clothes in here.” You said holding up the bag to show him, he smiled and took his hands off your shoulders to take the bag from you and put it over his shoulder, “I could’ve carried it but thanks, bud.” You patted his shoulder and walked off. Tom’s heart dropped when you called him, “bud.”

-

Tom pulled up to a small cafe that seemed oddly familiar. As soon as he opened the door for you you remembered.

~

Tom brought back a tray with two burgers, fries, and waters. 

“This place has the best burgers in town. Closest thing we have to in-n-out burgers.” he said handing you the second tray. You told Tom you were starting to feel homesick and said he might know how to cheer you up. You smiled taking a huge bite into the burger, Tom looked at you waiting for your reaction, 

“Oh my god. Absolutely amazing!” Your eyes lit up and Tom’s heart jolted at the joy on your face. He continued to watch you eat the burger that was somewhat making you less homesick, “Hey, Holland, it’s rude to stare. Eat your burger before I eat it.” You joked and he laughed while taking a bite. His heart began to race as he debated whether or not he should tell you how he feels, then he thought ‘fuck it’.

“Y/n, darling?” You hummed in response.

Here goes nothing, “I like you, y/n. I have for a while now.”

~

Your thoughts went back to what Zendaya was saying, “don’t worry about boys right now.” You took a deep breath and moved up in the line with Tom. “Tom is that you?” Someone asked from behind the counter. 

“Oh, Ms. Sheila! It’s lovely seeing you again.” He said warmly and she came over to give him a hug.

“It’s been so long, and I see you’ve brought this lovely girl back. Is she your girlfriend now?” You widen your eyes and blush.

“Oh my uh no no. We’re just friends, Ms. Sheila.”

“Isn’t this the girl you confessed your feelings to, dear? Then you never came back after that, well only once and that was still ages ago.” 

“Oh, that was a while ago Ms. Sheila. Tom and I are just friends now.” You said before Tom. 

“Oh well that’s a shame you two would make a lovely couple. Anywho what can I get for you two today?” She asked as you followed her to her side of the counter.

“Two of the usuals please.” Tom asked. She nodded and brought the order out within 5 minutes. 

“Now, Tom, I hope you come back more often. Your brothers still come in every now and then.” Tom smiled and promised Ms. Sheila that he’d come back more. 

“How’d she know what your usual is if you haven’t been here in so long?” You asked as you both walked to a booth. 

“I’d come here to get breakfast with my family on Saturdays and would usually hang out here with my mates after school. This place is really special to me, I’ve made a lot of memories here.” He said picking at his fries, only making it more obvious what memory he was thinking about. You two ate in silence for a while not knowing what to say because of what went down the last time you were both here. 

“Alright, ready to go to set, love?” He asked, you nodded as you finished your last bit of the burger and he ate the last of your fries. You and Tom said goodbye to Ms. Sheila and said you’d come back again soon. 

“Thanks, Tom, I owe you big time.” You said looking at him with a smile.

“No problem, but what for?” He asked, glancing at you then back at the road.

“For the meal, taking me to set, and letting me stay at your lovely house.”

“Oh it’s no big deal. You helped me heal my burn,” he paused and cleared his throat, “Uhm b-besides, Harry literally begged me to let you stay, and I’ll be gone next week to film Uncharted. So I’ll uh be out of your hair” He joked and your heart dropped. Harry told you Tom is the one that suggested you stay at their house. Now you sat there confused about who to believe. Regardless you were definitely going to have a chat with Harry about all of this.

Tag list:  @averyfosterthoughts @thollandx @mrsjeffwittek @panicattheeverywherekid @racewife2004 @greatpizzascissorstaco @witchything @wheelertozier @runway-to-my-aid

[lunarimagines]

EXCUSES, EXCUSES...

anon said : haechan fluff where he’s on the baseball team and like he catches a ball that was about to hit you with his bare hands and you have to help him around for the week until his hand heals and at the end he like ?? confesses to you ?? :> I just really need some haechan fluff pls

Summary: After hurting his hand to save you from a baseball flying directly at your head, Haechan finds numerous excuses to spend time with you so that you can quote-unquote “make it up to him”…

Warnings: A disgusting amount of fluff bc I love Haechan and listened to “My First and Last” while I was writing this…

Genre: Fluff!

Word Count: 3.6k+

There were definite pros and cons to being part of the yearbook club. A pro would be that you were given the opportunity to take photos. Taking photos may very well have been your favorite thing to do. A con would be that you had to take photos of the baseball team… including the team’s heartthrob.

It was no secret that Haechan was the most handsome boy on the team. It was also no secret that he was the best first baseman the team had. Every time you looked over at him as the team ran drills you couldn’t help but blush. His movements were smooth and strong and you could have sworn you’d never seen anybody throw a baseball as fast as Haechan.

“So you need photos of the team? Do you want action shots or individual shots?” the head coach asked, his attention only half on you as you stood beside him trying to get permission to interrupt the team’s practice.

“Well-”

“Hey! Pick it up right field! Do you wanna be part of the starting lineup or not!” the coach barked, cutting you off.

You stood up straighter, doing your best to seem important.

“Well actually, I need to do at least two interviews with members of the team as well as take some photos of them. Action shots are preferred,” you said, adjusting the camera strap that had been digging into your neck.

The coach nodded, still not entirely paying attention. You took his nod as an okay to do what you needed to do and walked towards home plate, hoping to get photos of the player’s faces. Your heart was beating faster than normal. Being around Haechan had that annoying effect on you.

You grumbled underneath your breath as the coaches continually ran in front of your shots. If you got one more shot of a coaches calves- or God forbid their butt- you were going to scream. However, you did manage to get over fourty good shots amidst all of the chaos. Most of them were of Haechan admittedly, but you did manage to get quite a few good shots of the other members on the team. For some reason, though, your eyes kept being drawn back to Haechan as he ran through drills, his face emotionless as he concentrated on fielding the ball and throwing it to his teammate on third.

You scrolled through the photos you’d taken of the team and were satisfied with them. The team photo would be sent to you later by the coaches… at least you hoped it would be. In your opinion they weren’t very reliable on things not directly baseball related.

You noticed the team was taking a much needed water break and figured that it was as good a time as any to do an interview or two. You started with the pitcher although you found he was possibly the most boring person on the planet. However, you finished the interview with him and scoured the field for your next victim. Unsurprisingly, your eyes landed on Haechan.

He was the star player so it wouldn’t be weird for you to interview him right? You were only completing the task you were assigned so it wouldn’t be a big deal right? Yeah. Why on Earth were you overthinking this?

You fixed your posture as you’d found that you’d begun to slouch during your interview with the pitcher. He was just THAT boring. Walking over to Haechan, you were nearly standing on top of him before he noticed you. He looked up, his brown eyes sparkling in amusement and mischief.

“What can I help you with?” he asked, eyeing the camera around your neck.

“I just wondered if I could ask you a few questions for the yearbook,” you replied, opening up your notebook and sliding your pencil out of the rings of the notebook in the process.

Haechan nodded and gave you his full attention, his index fingers hooked through the belt loops on his baseball pants.

You began asking the standard questions: How long have you been playing baseball? What’s your favorite position to play? Why did you choose to join the school’s baseball team? Haechan answered all of them honestly, laughing as he recounted his horrible tryout experience. He was about to say something else when he looked above your head slightly, his eyes widening. His hand shot up and he yelled something- maybe “heads!”- so you instinctively ducked. You heard a sickening slap and straightened up as Haechan pulled his hand down, a ball clasped firmly in it.

He dropped the ball to reveal a bruised palm and quite possibly a broken thumb. His thumb was swollen and turning a light shade of green- the kind of green that looks good on tree leaves and not on somebody’s hand- and the bones were not quite in line with each other. At the very least it was dislocated.

Haechan breathed out a quiet “ahh” filled to the brim with pain. At least it wasn’t a scream which you supposed was a good sign.

Coaches were already running towards him. You were nearly pushed over in their rush to reach him. They surrounded him and his teammates soon found their ways over to him. You had a sick feeling and your head was spinning. YOU’D done that to him. You hadn’t been paying enough attention and he’d gotten hurt because of you.

You tried to lightly elbow your way through the crowd to see him, your breathing faster than normal in anticipation of what you might hear or see. You could hear Haechan’s voice, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. The crowd thinned in time for you to see a coach fix Haechan’s dislocated finger. His face had gone ashy and he looked ready to collapse. Just watching the coach pop the finger back into place had made you want to vomit, you couldn’t even imagine how much worse it felt.

“Can I- can I help? It’s my fault oh my God I’m so sorry,” you whispered once you’d gotten closer to Haechan.

He looked up at you, the brim of his hat shading most of his face.

“Take me to the clinic for some ice please.”

You nodded, walking beside him as the two of you left the baseball diamond and walked quickly towards the clinic. You weren’t really sure why he needed you to walk him to clinic- surely he knew where it was and, well, it wasn’t like he’d hurt a leg- but nonetheless you obediently walked beside him in silence, into the school and then into the clinic where you were relieved to see the nurse still sitting behind her desk. She took one look at Haechan’s finger and went to retrieve the ice, asking him his name and what had happened. Her all-business attitude made you feel better and you saw Haechan relax as she handed him the ice.

The two of you walked back outside to sit on the bleachers by the baseball diamond. Practice was continuing as normal. Haechan was silent as he iced his finger.

“Is there- is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” you asked quietly, not taking your eyes off of the baseball team’s practice.

Haechan let out a deep sigh.

“You should take care of my hand. You know, carry my stuff and check on it. You are the reason I hurt it after all…” he said, adjusting his ice bag.

You finally looked over at him.

“You have another hand,” you pointed out.

He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah but the hand I hurt is my dominant hand!” he complained.

You sighed in defeat. Even he had admitted that you were the reason he was hurt.

“Fine. You should really go to the hospital. Your thumb might be broken,” you said before standing up and dusting your uniform jacket off.

You picked up your notebook and hopped down from the bleachers. You could feel Haechan’s stare burning a hole in your back.

“Meet me in front of the school tomorrow at seven!” he called as you walked away.

“You’re late,” he stated.

“By like… three seconds,” you replied, hitching your backpack higher up on your shoulder.

Haechan didn’t reply. He simply handed you his backpack. You noticed the hand he had hurt was wrapped in a brace that supported his thumb and you felt a pang of guilt. Feeling defeated and embarrassed, you grabbed his backpack from him and slung it over your other shoulder. You followed him up the front steps and into the school.

“How long will you have to wear that?” you asked, gesturing to his brace.

He shrugged.

“Two weeks at least. But it may be another three weeks before I can even play again.”

You dropped your gaze to the floor.

“It’s okay,” he said, surprising you. “It’s only the beginning of the season. The season only gets better as it progresses. If there’s any quote-unquote “good” time to get hurt, it’s at the beginning of the season.”

You weren’t really sure of his reasoning. You could tell he was trying to make not only you feel better but also himself.

You let out a deep sigh.

“Heachan I’m so sorry, really I-”

“It’s fine Y/N. This is my class. Don’t be late to yours. I don’t want to hear you complaining about being late because you were helping me,” he said, shooing you away.

You looked at the clock on the wall and realized you only had three minutes to get to your class which was on the other side of the school.

“Oh my God, okay um well I’ll meet you here after class… bye,” you said hurriedly before speed walking away. If there was one class you couldn’t be even a second late to, it was this class.

Haechan watched you walk away. He hated to admit it, but the real reason he’d insisted on you helping him wasn’t to make up for hurting him. He’d made a conscious choice to save you even though he knew it would hurt him. The real reason he’d insisted you help him was so that he could maybe ask you out on a date. He’d seen you around the school often and he’d had maybe one class with you- did P.E. count as a having a class with you?- yet he didn’t really know you. All he knew was that you were adorable and made his heart beat faster than it was supposed to. You also made his hands feel clammy, but he was insistent that his hands were clammy because it was always so hot in the school.

“Who’s that?” Mark asked as Haechan plopped down in the seat beside him.

Jaemin and Jeno leaned forward, ready to hear the gossip, and beside Mark, Renjun stopped doodling in order to give his full attention to the conversation.

Haechan hesitated. Did he really want to out his crush to two big mouths, a boy who was too honest for his own good, and a boy who was always looking for more blackmail? The answer was apparently yes as he began spilling everything to them.

“That’s Y/N- the one I told you about last night with the whole hand thing right?- and umm, I kind of convinced Y/N to do things for me so that we could spend more time together. Is that weird?”

“Awww you have a crush on Y/N!” Jaemin cooed, leaning forwards to ruffle Haechan’s hair, a move he knew would annoy the boy.

Haechan pushed his hand away, grumbling about how he would never tell any of them anything ever again.

“Hey, it’s cute!” Mark said, leaning back in his seat.

“Yeah,” Renjun chimed in. “Although, I have to admit, I thought you were gonna say something about dating Y/N. The way you were looking at her as she walked away…”

“Shut up Renjun,” Haechan mumbled, his cheeks heating up.

“What tactic are you going to use to get her to like you?” Jeno asked, his eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Well, I bet he was going to lightly bully Y/N until he finally confesses that the reason he was doing so was because he actually love-”

“NO!” Haechan practically yelled, calling to himself the attention of nearly all of this other classmates.

“No!” he repeated, quieter this time. “I was going to get to know her better and then maybe ask her on a date as a repayment for putting up with helping me… Now that I say it out loud it sounds a lot stupider.”

He slumped down in his chair. Mark patted his shoulder affectionately.

“Hey, I’m sure it’ll all work out.”

“I sure hope so,” Haechan mumbled under his breath as class started.

“Why do you want to watch the team practice if you can’t play?” you questioned.

You and Haechan were currently sitting side-by-side on the bleachers overlooking the baseball diamond as the team practiced.

“It’s called being supportive. You know, like how you’re being supportive of me right now?”

“You would look a lot better down there practicing with them,” you mumbled, another pang of guilt rushing through you.

Haechan looked at you, a look of pretend hurt on his face.

“Do I not look good enough sitting up here on the bleachers?” he asked before striking a pose.

You snorted as you watched him switch poses before outright giggling. He looked ridiculous… ridiculously cute that is.

He broke out into a smile upon hearing your laugh. He could listen to you laugh for the rest of his life, he was sure of it. Maybe to other people it was less than attractive, but to him, it was the best sound he had ever heard in his entire life. You were really turning him into the lead in a romantic drama.

He settled back into his spot on the metal bleachers, already incredibly uncomfortable from sitting on them. Leaning back, he placed his elbows on the seat behind him and closed his eyes.

“You know what I should be doing right now?” he asked.

You hummed in response.

“Homework.”

You snorted.

“Yeah you probably should and so should I,” you said, grabbing your backpack.

“Hey!” he said, suddenly sitting upright and grabbing onto your wrist with his good hand. “That doesn’t mean I want to do homework. Can’t we just sit here and, like, talk?”

You nodded making eye contact with him and looking directly away. Had you really never taken note on how beautiful his eyes were?

“I’m actually glad you said that. I don’t want to do homework either.”

You leaned back to mirror Haechan’s position, finding it much more comfortable than your original position. The two of you sat like that until practice ended, talking about school and friends and teachers and hobbies and, well, everything. You found you were disappointed when practice ended and you had to bid goodbye to Haechan.

“Sit with me at lunch today,” Haechan said as you met outside of his third period classroom.

It had been a week and half since- you?- Haechan had hurt his hand. It had also been a week since you began spending a majority of your time with him before, during, and after school. Everyday, the two of you parted ways at lunch time only to reconvene afterwards. You supposed it made sense for the two of you to eat lunch together.

“Okay, yeah, that sounds good,” you said, getting into the lunch line.

“Good, I needed somebody to carry my food for me,” Haechan joked.

You bumped his shoulder lightly. Even though he said he was going to make you do everything for him, he really hadn’t made you do much for him besides carrying his backpack and spending time with him. He had given you a good reason for carrying his backpack…

You thought back to his reasoning.

“What if I fell and was too busy holding onto my backpack with my good hand and had to catch myself with my injured hand!” he’d complained as he’d handed you his backpack.

The more you had thought about it, the more it would really suck if he hurt his hand more because of you. So, you’d complied to carrying his backpack.

He lead you over to his table where his friends were already waiting for him. When they saw you trailing behind Haechan, they immediately shoved their backpacks under the table to make more room for you.

“Hey Haechan! And Y/N… right?” one of the boys asked.

His smile was bright and genuine.

You nodded, sitting down at the end of the table beside Haechan.

“I’m Mark and this is Renjun, Jeno, and Jaemin. I don’t know where the other two are,” Mark said, peering through the crowded lunch room.

You smiled at all of the boys, noting how Jaemin was looking at you with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“Haechan’s told us so much about you it feels like we’ve known you forever,” Jaemin said slyly, ducking as Haechan threw an apple at his head.

“Yeah I don’t know how much more you can tell us about yourself,” Jeno added, ducking as Haechan reached towards the apple on your plate.

You were flattered that Haechan talked about you so often. In all honesty, you probably talked about him as much as he talked about you. You really liked Haechan, from his bad jokes to his adorable laugh to his overall enthusiasm towards things he was passionate about.

“Sorry we’re late, Chenle almost fell down the stairs,” a voice from behind you said.

You swivelled slightly in your seat to see two more boys approaching. You made eye contact with one of them whose mouth dropped open.

“Wait! Is this Y/N? The one Haechan ha-”

He was cut off by Mark, Renjun, Jaemin, Jeno, and Haechan all throwing stuff at him. The boy beside him snickered before turning to you.

“I’m Chenle and that’s Jisung,” he introduced, elbowing Jisung in the ribs lightly to get him to sit down.

You heard Jisung mumble something about “she’s really as cute as you said she was” before Jaemin was engaging you in conversation and asking you your account of what happened when Haechan was injured. You turned your attention to him as you recounted what had happened. However, you did note the blush that spread across Haechan’s neck at Jisung’s words.

“Really! He just reached up and caught the ball as it was flying towards my head. I could have gotten a concussion if he hadn’t caught it!” you exclaimed as Jaemin laughed in disbelief.

“Are you sure we aren’t in a drama?” he joked, pretending to look around for cameras.

“Turns out there are people like that in the real world,” you replied.

“Did you hear that Haechan?” Jaemin asked, sending a wink his way.

“So does that make you the female love interest?” Haechan asked, only half joking.

You blushed deeply, annoyed that his words had made butterflies swarm in your stomach and and your heart beat faster. What you didn’t know what that Haechan’s own words had made his palms clammy and his head light. Had he overstepped? “I guess so. When do you want to confess your undying love for me? I’m free after school?” you joked, also only half kidding before dropping the subject.

Haechan didn’t reply. Was this his chance to finally confess to you? You wouldn’t joke like that if you didn’t like him… right?

“I was kind of joking when I asked you if you wanted to confess to me after school,” you mumbled as Haechan led you to the bleachers, his hand clasped tightly in yours.

“Too bad, so sad. I didn’t take it as a joke,” Haechan said and he climbed up to your usual spot, dragging you up the bleachers behind him.

Your heart was racing and your felt light. You were a little relieved he hadn’t taken it as a joke. Was this what love felt like? “Okay,” Haechan said, turning to face you. “Okay..”

“Okay, well I love how you laugh and how you smile and when you make dumb jokes that I actually think are really good. I don’t regret any of the time we’ve spent together, I just wish fate had brought us together under different circumstances, you know like I wish I was a star at baseball and you were cheering in the crowd and I made a play that allowed us to win the game and you confessed your undying love for me and I told you that I loved you too and that we should go out buuuut, since that didn’t happen… I’m glad that you’re giving me a chance to tell you how I feel because I really like you- like, it’s gross how much I like you- and I would love if you’d go out on a date with me and cheer for me in the bleachers during games and let me, I don’t know, I guess show you off and stuff and-”

You could feel the smile growing on your face as he rambled on and before you could stop yourself you were leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. His speech stopped dead in its tracks as he took in the moment. You pulled away, still smiling.

“I would love to go on a date with you Haechan. I, uh- how do you say it?- feel the same way about you.”

It was Haechan’s turn to smile, his nose scrunching slightly.

“Good- oh my God I was so scared whoo glad that’s over- I’ll meet you after school tomorrow and take you somewhere. Don’t bother asking Jisung where, I’m not telling him so that it’ll be a total surprise.”

And with that, he hopped down off the bleachers and sent you a wink as he walked towards the school, already planning the date with you in his head.

[imaginesfordayss]

If I had a 100 years.

Summary: Sometimes you meet the right person at the wrong time Word count: 1842 Warnings: Angst, sad things bc Kai cant catch a break

*I saw a trailer for a movie that was very sad and cute and it had a quote in it that made me immediately want to write this* (anyway here I am 5 months later finishing it)

Diagnosis: Stage 4 pancreatic cancer

In other words, you were screwed and everybody knew it. In the days after getting the results back, you wondered if you should have taken Damon up on his offer to turn into a vampire way back when, of course now it wouldn’t do any good.

You knew they pitied you, the way Elena’s sad eyes followed you around the Salvatore house when you had the energy to leave bed. The truth was, you weren’t scared to die. You were scared that you hadn’t done enough, hadn’t lived. Hadn’t loved.

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If I had a 100 years we could travel the world. Italy Paris Japan We could go anywhere

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“Yum, cupcakes!” The unfamiliar voice exclaimed behind you successfully causing the half iced chocolate cupcake to fall out of your fingers and onto your shoes.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You groaned, staring at the mess. You ignored the intruder, grabbing napkins to wipe off the goop on your now ruined shoes. You heard someone clear their throat, now irritated you turned to said intruder. “Did you need something?”

“Jeez, what does a guy have to do around here to get some attention?” He joked. You rolled your eyes turning back around to dispose the dirtied napkins into the trash. The approaching foot steps indicated that this guy clearly did not get the hint, turning back towards him you were again surprised to find him now mere inches away from you. He didn’t speak, opting to stare with an arrogant smirk on his face.

“Again, need something?”

“Oh sorry, manners, I’m Kai.” He held his hand out, yet again receiving no response from you. Subconsciously, you were definitely attracted to him but at the moment, you wanted nothing to do with him or his cheery attitude. You wanted to be alone.

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If I had a 100 years we could start a family A girl Maybe a boy We could have the white picket fence   And grow old by each other’s side

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“There she is! The moody one.” His voice rung out, aggravating the already pulsing migraine you had going. You kept your hand over your eyes blocking out the light in the room hoping that if you ignored him, he’d just go away. Now if you had asked Damon, you would have known Kai doesn’t just go away. You did, however, learn a bit about Kai after his last visit and yet, somehow you weren’t afraid of him. “Tell me something, you’re human right? Why do you live in a house full of vamps?”

“Don’t you have other people to torment?”

“She speaks!” He stared at him through narrowed eyes. “As much as I enjoy making your friend’s lives hell, you’re more interesting. In that dark and broody kind of way.”

“Yeah well cancer will do that to you.” When you looked up again, his brow was furrowed and the way he looked at you, it almost made you laugh. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to feel bad for me, they already do enough of that when you’re not here.” He didn’t reply instead walking over to the couch to sit across from you. It was quiet for a while, uncharacteristic for Kai but you didn’t mind it, the quiet gave you a chance to let your head stop aching.

“Don’t they have like, treatment for that?” He spoke quietly, the gentleness in his voice surprised you, if anything you expected him to have stabbed you in the stomach by now, at least that’s the impression you got from anyone who’d spoken about him.

“We tried a lot of things, it’s, i’m a lost cause.”

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If I had 100 years we could have a story worth telling Go on adventures Be spontaneous Be reckless and in love We could do anything and everything

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It’s not like you expected him to stick around, but he did. It was strange how quickly Kai changed after you told him you were sick. Frankly you weren’t sure why he cared at all but he showed up increasingly more over the weeks. And over the same course of time, you felt your body continue to rot away.

You didn’t bother to go to the doctors appointments anymore, opting to lounge around the living room with Kai instead. He was good company when he wasn’t trying to murder people. You taught him all about modern technology and daily movie binges kept him up to speed with today's pop culture.

You kept your sickness away from him, leaving the room whenever you noticed blood on your hands after sneezing or the sudden tiredness in your bones for no apparent reason. You didn’t want him to treat you like a sick girl. But sometimes, you couldn’t help it.

“Kai, you know I can’t do that.”

“Come on, I’ll make sure you don’t fall. Come on, it’ll be fun.” You gave in eventually unable to resist his boyish charm. He took your fragile hand in his, lifting you up until he was sure you could stand on your own two feet. He walked away from you, turning back and holding his arms out. “Okay so you just run and jump and I’ll lift you up.”

“If you drop me, I’ll burn your dirty dancing dvd, Kai.” He laughed urging you to run forward. For a moment, you almost thought you could do it, it was a split second before you jumped and then your vision blurred and you found yourself moving down instead of up. You heard him calling your name but all you could do was fade out.

You woke sometime later in your own bed, an anxious Kai sitting beside you vigorously running his hand through his hair. He noticed your staring, automatically pulling you towards him.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed into your hair, you could swear you heard his voice shaking as he said it.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just, not as capable as I used to be.” Kai pulled away putting his hands on either side of your face lifting your chin to look at you. You searched his eyes waiting for him to say something.

Instead, he closed the gap between you, pressing his mouth lightly over yours.

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If I had a 100 years I could learn every little thing about you How you like your coffee Which side of the bed you prefer Hell, even your favorite color I’d want to know it all

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You weren’t sure when or how it had even happened, one day Kai was only a person in your life and the next he was the only person you wanted in your life.

Maybe that was the worst part, he was just starting his new life while you were nearing the end of yours. You were afraid of leaving him behind. You were angry that there was this entire live you wanted to live and you couldn’t have it. Not like Elena and Damon.

“If you could do anything, what would you do?” You asked him, resting your head on his chest listening to the steady beats of his heart. He was quiet for a long while, you thought he may have actually fallen asleep but when you stared up at him, you found his watery eyes glued to you.

“I would heal you.”

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If I had a 100 years I could map out every inch of you I’d know the exact shade of your eyes Every scar and how you got it Every freckle that dots your skin The best places to kiss you

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You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed like this, or the last time you felt this alive. Kai watched you from across the dimly lit bar, your smile motivating him to keep going. He knew he was awful at karaoke but anything to see that smile, it was worth it.

He made it back to your table, wrapping an arm over your shoulder and brushing his lips against your temple. “Wasn’t that the best singing you’ve ever heard?” You smacked his shoulder holding in another fit of laughter at the sight of him prancing around the stage in an off pitch rendition of ‘Don’t go breaking my heart’.

“Yeah definitely, the best. Kai, are you sure you’re not tone deaf?” You joked. You watched others go on stage and give it a try, Kai occasionally making fun of the awful song choices beside you. You closed your eyes, taking in the moment, feeling the warmth and happiness surge through your body.

You didn’t realize this was what they meant when they talked about the last ‘good’ day.

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If I had a 100 years I could show you who I am What I love What I hate All my stories All my dreams

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You smiled at his teary eyed face. You’d never seen him this way before, hell, you weren’t even sure it was possible. Kai holds you in his arms, his fingers lightly tracing your face, brushing over your lips and down your chin. You can see he’s holding back, he’ll wait to fall apart when you can’t see him. Truth be told you were never supposed to love him but loving him had become the best part of your life, the most bearable part of it all. It’s like when you looked at him the stars aligned, when you kissed him, you hardly noticed the burning sensation that pervaded your body.

“Maybe there’s a way, I’m a gemini, maybe I can, a spell or something-” You lifted a hand to his face silencing his rambling. There was no use in hypotheticals.

“You remember when we met?”

“I remember the cupcakes, I was on my way there to kill all of you..but I couldn’t do it.” You mustered up a smile at the thought. He was so different then, all sarcasm and anger. You saw good in him, something light that he himself hadn’t realized was there.

“I think maybe, you should have. It would be easier than saying goodbye to you.” You heard the sharp inhale from beside him, looking away to let him compose himself. You weren’t even sure how you were holding it together. Maybe for him, maybe because the searing pain in your lungs kept you from crying. You were tired, you were so tired.

“I don’t want to say goodbye to you. I want more time.”

“I wish I had a 100 years…. a 100 years I could give to you, Kai.” He leans down, laying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of you. You run your hand through his hair until the drowsiness takes over, you let your eyes fall shut to the sound of Kai’s unsteady breath beside you.

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If I had a 100 years I would love you The way that you deserved to be loved And I would find every possible way in the universe To make sure you knew it

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