#the guy in the 9th gif looks like he's going to cry

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[mixtape-racha]

YAYYYYYY 100 followersssss :) im so happy for youuuuu :)))))

okay, here is my request... hehe, im suchhh a sucker for hurt comfort and I loveeee fem 9th member au's. but like not smut or like fwb, just like a really juicy story y'know? I haven't been able to find any of those two categories combined tho, especially into like a longer fic, like it's always in the hundreds (I would love it if it was a little longer, no pressure tho :). literally, anything works, from some kinda mess up on stage to maybe you messing up a relationship w a member??? idk. I'm letting ur thoughts run wild here... THANK YOU AND CONGRATSSSS

(im sorry im really vague in requests lol)

YAYYYY THO IM LIKE REALLYYYY PROUD OF YOU<<<3333 LOV U BB KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DOOOO

thank you so much my lovely bae!! ilysm and i hope i did this request justice!! i kind of went off on a tangent and got carried away with the plot waaa &lt;3

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sorry seems to be the hardest word

pairing: ot8 x fem!9th member!reader

warnings: angst, hurt comfort, reader snapping at the members, reader being physically unwell, fluff at the end

words: 2.29k

everything was going wrong today, and you truly meant every. fucking. thing.

somehow, you had managed to turn your alarm off the night before (probably because you fell asleep while on your phone, accidentally calling your mom in you sleep in the process), and none of the guys took the initiative to wake you up when they got up.

okay, sure, you couldn’t blame them entirely. you were a grown woman, and you could look after yourself. but weren’t you supposed to be a team? eight other people surrounding you, and none of them thought to check on you? especially when you were usually up and alert before they were? no, instead they were all out the door without even knocking to see if you were feeling okay. so much for being your brothers and best friends.

so god forbid, you were late this morning. you managed to turn up at the company for your vocal lessons only ten minute late, but it felt awful as you’d never been late before. you were so incredibly lucky to get the opportunity to debut with skz, especially joining the group later in their career and being the only girl. you wanted to do everything perfectly to show that you deserved to be where you were, and with the way today was shaping out you were so disappointed with yourself.

but then - it got worse. you, in your rush to leave the dorms, had forgotten your sheet music, leaving your vocal teacher to be short and snappy with you. yeah, you brought it up on your phone instead, but she was strict, and a firm believer in “good old-fashioned pen and paper over your silly little radio devices nowadays”. her attitude towards you for the remainder of your lesson affected you more than you liked to admit - excusing yourself to the bathroom to have a little cry before you headed to the studio.

for some reason, none of your schedules were properly coordinated today, leaving jisung to be the one in the studio with you - rather than chan, like usual -  while you recorded your lines for the demos to be sent to the company later in the month, when you’d decide the songs for the new album you had upcoming later in the year.

jisung was always the nicest to you, especially when he could tell you were having a rough day - you were both very alike in that sense, very attentive towards each other as if you could tell what the other was feeling. 

however, it seemed today that something had crawled up his ass and died. he was almost as snappy as your vocal teacher, and you were quite frankly sick of it. you kept messing up your lines; whether from the stress or the ache building in your throat (god you hoped you weren’t getting sick), you weren’t sure. but clearly, jisung wouldn’t stand for it.

“honestly, (y/n), you might as well just call it a day and come back to this with chan-hyung another day. i need to get on with other stuff.” he sighed, dismissively, as you bit back the tears fighting to escape your eyes. he wouldn’t even look at you, and your stomach was doing somersaults. was he really that mad? surely he could see how hard you were trying.

but instead of confronting him, you just grabbed your belongings and left after silently agreeing. no one answered your message on the group chat when you asked if anyone was down to get lunch together, even though you could see basically everyone had read it, so you retreated to the canteen alone before you had to go to practice with the boys.

as the ache in your throat spread to your joints, fatigue plaguing you, you trudged up to the practice room for rehearsals with the boys. you were learning a new dance - in fact, the already chosen title track for the new album, and deep down you were dreading it. it was more difficult than you had imagined, and definitely aimed more towards moves the boys could do compared to you. you loved the boys, but sometimes you felt like they forgot that men and women’s bodies worked differently.

surprisingly, you weren’t the last to arrive, squashing your fear of another thing going wrong.

but just as soon as practice began, your fear was reawakened. the ache in your joints was making the dance more difficult for you to execute, and you could feel the annoyance radiating off of minho’s body even if he wouldn’t admit it. you stumbled a few times, almost knocking into felix, who looked at you more frustrated than concerned.

“seriously, (n/n), what’s going on? it’s really not that hard. get your head in the game.”

you huffed, shaking out your limbs and telling minho to start the track again. maybe if you ignored your surroundings, ignored how you were feeling, then things would be easier. you could block out minho’s harsh criticisms - he was probably just tired. you could block out everything, knowing the boys were suffering just as much as you lately. but when the music stopped again, and everyone was talking at you, voice after voice lapping over each other you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“shut the fuck up! shut up, shut up, shut up! give me a fucking break, i’m trying my hardest!”

you honestly didn’t mean to snap, you were just so overwhelmed and couldn’t take anymore. when chan tried to put a comforting hand on your shoulder, you flung it off, all your annoyance and stress from the day building up at once.

“don’t fucking touch me. i don’t need your pity, i don’t need you to tell me that i don’t know how to do my job well enough. this is the fucking worst day of my life and you all keep making it worse!”

every fiber of your being was telling you to stop, to be reasonable, but it was like your mouth was making its own decisions. you couldn’t tell which member it was, but you were interrupting the gentle call of your name before you could even control it.

“and no, before any of you try to be funny, i’m not on my period,” you sneered, anger bubbling under your skin as you saw jisung look away sheepishly. “i’m just sick of feeling like i have to fight to prove i’m good enough, like i’m not one of you guys yet. we’re supposed to be a team, but all day i’ve been pushed to the side and treated like i don’t matter. i’m sick of it!”

you breathed heavily, grabbing your duffle bag from the side of the room and storming towards the door.

“i’m staying with yeji tonight, leave me the fuck alone.”

was all you said before leaving the boys stood in shock, confused as to why you were acting like you hated them.

regrettably, the minute you found yourself in yeji’s dorm and explained your day to her, you knew you were in the wrong. how could you let yourself treat your best friends that way? they didn’t deserve that, and you would be most understanding if they never forgave you. it was only when the throb in your head and ache in your joints became too much that you finally allowed yourself to sleep.

chan’s apology

luckily, you and the boys were granted a week off a while ago, and today marked the first day of that week. however, knowing chris he was probably still hauled up in the studio from the night before. it was around 3am (yeji shouldn’t have let you crash so early, your sleep schedule was going to be manic), so you pulled yourself together before making the decision to go visit him.

he may not even want to see you after your little outburst, but you could still try.

you stopped by the convenience store on your way to the studio, grabbing some snacks and some drinks just to be on the safe side. carefully checking the group chat, you saw that changbin was still in the studio with chan and you hoped you could get there before he left - it might be easier to kill two birds with one stone. you were just glad you bought way too much food for just two people.

you smiled politely, bowing at the security guard as he let you into the building, heart thumping in your ears as you carefully traced the steps to chan’s studio.

when you finally approached the door, you had to take a minute to prepare yourself to knock. you heard chan’s voice mumbling behind the door once you did, nervously waiting until he came and opened it.

he looked surprised to see you, frozen for a moment before quickly ushering you in and sitting you on the couch next to changbin. almost in instinct, changbin’s arm was slung around your shoulder - something he always did when you were close by, relishing in the fact he wasn’t the shortest in the group anymore.

you sheepishly held out the bag containing all the goodies you got at the convenience store to chan, a small smile on your face when he took it.

“got you some snacks.. kind of guessed you might have forgotten to eat.” your voice was quiet, ashamed. you just hoped they wouldn’t hold your outburst against you.

but when chan grinned, you knew he could never be mad at you for long.

“we were worried about you, y’know? that’s why jisung let you go early today - something seemed off and we didn’t want you to get too overwhelmed.” changbin said from next to you, the hand on your shoulder rubbing it comfortingly. 

you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up behind your eyes again, but bit them back in fear they’d think you were looking for sympathy.

“i– i’m so sorry. i’ve just had an awful day, and i feel like shit, but that doesn’t excuse my actions, and i shouldn’t have snapped at you all - you couldn’t have known, and its not your fault.”

you explained why your day had been so bad to them (after some pushing from chan), and how you were feeling physically, causing changbin to look at you with great worry.

they indulged in a small cuddle session, feasting on the snacks you provided while they tried to help cheer you up. and honestly, it worked, just talking through how you were feeling, and gettin constructive feedback rather than just a shoulder to lean on was relieving.

you couldn’t apologize to them more, feeling so ashamed of your actions, but they were quick to reassure you it was okay - everyone had bad days, you were only human after all. you just needed to work on your communication a little bit.

when you finally got ready to head back to the dorm at 5am, you felt better than you had in a long time, actually.

apology numbers one and two: complete.

but when you arrived back at the dorm, head peacefully resting on changbin’s shoulder, what you weren’t expecting to walk into was what you all called a “cuddle pool” - the sofa bed pulled out, covered with pillows and blankets - and a spot waiting for you between felix and seungmin.

your eyes watered at the expectant faces of your soul-brothers, small sobs leaving your lips as your shoulders shook. god, the day had taken a toll on you - you couldn’t remember the last time you cried in front of the boys.

it was only then that minho - who you hadn’t seen standing by the door - scooped you into a hug.

“oh, angel,” he frowned, a hand pressed to your forehead. “you’re burning up. is that why you felt so bad earlier?”

words seemed to fail you, and all you could do was nod as your grip on his sweater tightened. it certainly wouldn’t be the first time you got sick from stress, but you hated being sick. you hated feeling out of control in your own body, and despised being doted on like you were unable. however, this time… you think you could let it slide. you just needed your boys close by right now.

they seemed to enjoy looking after you, and you felt you owed them that after the situation in the practice room.

minho was quick to place on you on the couch, felix and seungmin suffocating you in a bone-crushing hug. jisung handed you the tv remote, saying you could choose to watch whatever you wanted, and that everyone would be having a slumber party in the living room until you felt better.

minho and chan had gone to make you some chicken noodle soup - using felix’s mom’s recipe, which was known for being a lifesaver in your dorm. jeongin was quick to grab you your comfort plushie, taking his place on the floor by your feet - the two of you were 100% keen on physical affection, but having him close by helped.

within merely an hour, all nine of you were curled up, an animated disney movie playing, with soup and mugs of tea being passed around the room. it was nice, and it felt so good to have your boys so close and willing to help you.

you definitely took on changbin’s mention of needing to improve on communication, wanting nothing more than to improve yourself for the little family you had build around you. and yeah you were sick, and they would probably get sick too by being in such close proximity to you, but that was a problem for another day. you’d just return the favor of looking after them.

you just knew you were lucky to have them.

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Carried Me With You - Jake Seresin

Authors Note: I am back, but as we all know I will probably disappear in another 3 days. Enjoy.

Word Count: 3,000 (UH HUH, EVEN BABY EVENNNNNN)

Warnings: Sad, a little family angst for y'all.

Description: Hello! The wonderful @fangirlvibez tagged me in this challenge back on September 9th and I saw it when I logged in today so you know I had to do it lovies. Thank you so much @fangirlvibez for tagging me, I am so sorry for the late reply but I hope you like it. And feel free to tag me for any more little challenges or prompts you had because I absolutely loved this one. <3

(Psst..... The song of this imagine is - Carried Me With You)

Enjoy! (pssst, song choice is -Carried Me With You- Listen and read for a top tier experience lovies.)

The Build A Bear employee looks extremely suspicious when Jake brings the empty coat of a bear up to her, a fake smile plastered from ear to ear as he holds it out as if he just ran into the woods to hunt it himself. 

Honestly he was sure he looked like a massive freak, from the 20 minutes he spent looking at all the display bears to choose and up to now where he probably looked like he had been one of Jokers goons in Batman. But he couldn’t help it, he was doing his very best not to breakdown and cry in front of this poor teen. 

She blinks up at him, back to the bear, and then back to him. 

“This is the bear you’ve chosen?” That one question has him debating everything, eyes widening as he pulls it back to himself quickly. 

“No. Yes. I have no clue.” 

“Okay, cool.” The worker, a young girl decked out in the most goth punk outfit he had ever seen, smiles and moves to grab it from him. Her long black acrylic nails snag the poor pelt from his hands and she pulls it to the stuffing machine. “We have multiple hearts that you can choose from for your little buddy here. We have classic, plaid and then a beating heart. Go ahead and take a look.” 

Jake nods, moving to grab one slowly before turning back to her. “You guys have sounds, right?” 

“We do indeed.” She smiles, nodding her head to show him the sound station. “Go ahead and pick or make a sound.”

She turns back to fix one of the spikes on her boots as he does so, rushing over to start recording the sound. The little script he wrote that morning on a sticky note was hard to read but he managed it, making sure to use that southern drawl he knew his baby girl loved before coming back to the stuffing station and handing it to her. 

“Alright, do we want our little buddy to be firm or plush?”

“I think…. How about firm?”

“Sounds great, and let’s go ahead and bless the heart while I’m doing this. First I’m going to have you rub your head so our buddy is smart. Perfect, now lets rub our belly so our buddy always has a good appetite. Awesome. Don’t forget to rub your knees so your furry friend always kneeds you. Jump up and down to get the heart beating and rub it against your heart so they always know how much you love them. And lastly close your eyes, make a wish and give it a kiss.”

Jake follows her word for word, going with the ceremony even though he knows it’s for kids. And when he closes his eyes he wishes ‘Keep my babies safe and happy’ before kissing the heart and handing it to her. She ties the bear up and hands him off, the teddy looking straight into Jake’s eyes as he walks off to find it a cute little outfit. 

By the time he makes it to the register Jake has the bear in a little naval outfit, hat and all, and the worker is grabbing the birth certificate from the printer with narrowed eyes. 

As she rings out the clothes he watches her closely, heart beating against his rib cage each step of the way. She was very goth, from the badass makeup to the spiky hair and spiky collar, not to mention the huge boots. It was like wednesday adams went punk and then got a job as Build A Bear as a joke. 

Then she turned to expose the backpack holding the pink stuffed animal decked out in rainbow and he couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s her name?”

“Cannibal, but when the kids ask Cami.” 

“Cami the Cannibal, I love it.” 

She finishes ringing everything up, raising an eyebrow. “Bugs?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s for my darlin’. You see I call her mom ‘Bubs’ and I call her ‘Bugs’.” Jake explains, whipping out his card as she begins dressing the bear. 

“This is for your daughter? How old is she turning?”

“Oh, it’s not for her birthday. I’m being deployed so this is my….. Something she has of me while I am gone.”

Her face goes slack and she blinks at him before shaking her head. “How old is your daughter?”

“Four.” 

“Then I’m saying this is a birthday bear. You only have to pay how old you’re turning for the bear.”

He thanks her, and before he knows it he is buckling Bugs into the backseat and driving home to see his two girls. 

- 

Bugs sits at the top of your closet for the next 5 weeks, you both break the news to your daughter four weeks out. She begs him not to leave and you let her sleep in your bed to try and soothe her tears. 

She sleeps in your bed every night after that. 

2 weeks out Jake’s mother throws a going away party for him, your daughter cries the entire time. 

Then the time came. 

Jake woke earlier than you, desperate to let you both get a little more sleep as he shuffled into the shared closet and reached up to find the box that held bugs. Dusting the bear off and making sure he looked good before moving to set it in the living room by his deployment bags. 

He kisses both your foreheads before jumping in the shower and getting dressed into his uniform. His throat is tight and his eyes burn but he does his best to keep it together, by the time he is dressed and ready to go he finds both of you sitting in the living room crying softly. 

You are doing your best to stop the tears, and Jake feels something shatter in his chest at the sight before the blur of the four year old is dashing to him. 

“Please don’t go.” She sobs, hands gathering the fabric of his uniform as he swipes the tears from her cheeks. 

“Easy now, Bugs. I’ll be back. It’ll be okay.”

“Please don’t go daddy! Tell them you can’t go!” From the corner of his eyes he sees you shuffling closer with the box, and he nods, reaching a hand out for the bear. 

“Daddy needs you to do something for me, okay bugs?” The tears are falling freely now as she shoves her forehead into his chest. He has to pull her back a bit so she sees the bear. “This? This is my friend Bugs, and Bugs is very very important to me. You wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because Bugs promised to take care of you for me. And he is gonna do a great job of it. But I need you to keep Bugs with you so he can do that. Yeah?” 

She shakes her head at first, sobbing loudly as he kisses at her forehead, before her hands reach out to pull the bear to her. 

12 minutes later you are holding her in your arms, crying as Jake gives you both one more kiss and heads out to the truck, waving as he pulls the car out even if he feels his heart shattering in his own chest. 

- 

You keep y/d home for the day, making her mac and cheese for lunch ans trying to play all her favorite movies in an attempt to cheer her up a bit. Nothing seems to work and she sobs all day, not that you were much better. 

By the time you are ready to tuck her in your eyes hurt from the amount of crying you had done and you felt drained and dehydrated. But nonetheless you hold your daughters hand as she shuffles into her room where Bugs now sat on the bed. 

You dress her in one of Jakes soft shirts for pajamas, tucking her into the blanket softly and rubbing her cheek. 

“Daddy always is here to say goodnight too.” She cries and you nod slowly, reaching for the bear. 

“You really think he would forget?” You smile softly, pinching the bear's paw. 

Jake’s southern voice rings out, a little frazzled out but there nonetheless. 

“The sun is setting in the sky.

 Let's light the moon and bring it high.

The shimmering stars sparkle and twinkle.

 I work out my wiggles as stardust I sprinkle.

The tree stands tall as the owl hoots.

 I send all my worries right down through my roots.

A moonlit lake, as I sit on the shore.

 Reflects three things that I am grateful for. 

With my hands on my heart, love is swirling around me.

 So I send it out to my friends and family. 

As I lie down I breathe one, two, three.

And feel the love come back to me.

Goodnight Bugs.”

She curls around the bear, sobbing loudly as you kiss her head. Truly not knowing how to fix this. 

- 

Three months later, you are holding her hand as she leads you through the mall, Bugs wrapped tightly in her other arm. 

She had played the sound so much that it sort of stopped working and instead of the entire poem all the bear truly said now was ‘Goodnight Bugs’. But that would have to do for now. 

You had done so many emergency surgeries on the bear since she refused to leave him behind. The poor thing had barely survived the kindergarten recess debacle before her teacher had to cut in and take the bear from her and the kid who had been wrestling to steal it. 

She had come home that day a blubbering mess until you sewed the arm back on and she kissed it better.

She had taken Bugs to the daddy donut day her school ran, and though she still her her grandpa there that day you were eternally grateful she had that bear. 

But Jake’s birthday was coming up, and you knew it would be rough on her no matter how many facetime calls he managed to sneak in. So you had asked what she wanted to do for his birthday. 

Which leads you here, staring at all the bear options in front of you as she tries to figure out which one she wants.. 

There was a goth girl waiting at the stuffing station, and you couldn’t figure out if she was glaring or trying to recognize you. 

“How about this one, bugs?” You ask, showing her the stitch before she shakes her head and snatches a brown bear. 

“It’s got to look cool mom.” Another milestone that you were positive Jake was devastated about. While he was away it had gone from daddy and mommy to dad and mom. It wasn’t much of a difference but it still made your chest ache every time she called you it. 

Before you know it she has snatched a bear and dashed to the sound station, not bothering to see if you would follow. 

By the time you make it to the stuffing station you are doing your best not to cry, handing the girl the sound and the bear as she smiles. 

“I see we have a bear, is this going to be his buddy?”

“YES!” Your daughter smiles, bouncing on her feet as you move to grab Bugs. 

“How about I hold this so you can create him. Yeah?”

She reluctantly lets go, moving to pick a heart as the girl asks about the pressure. 

“I want him so soft that you can squeeze all the love!” Y/d giggles and you can’t help but smile at that. The worker smiles to, her black lipstick making it all more of a victory. “I like your bear, what’s her name?”

“Cami.” The worker smiles and y/d shakes her head. “No?”

“No, how about….destroyer?”

“Oh, I like the way you think. Okay now touch the heart to your toes so your furry friend is ‘toe’tally awesome. Great job. Touch the heart to your knees so he always ‘knee’ds you. Good good. Now rub the heart between your hands so he always stays warm, don’t forget to rub your ears so he always hears you. And Now your eyes so he always sees you. Now rub your heart so he always has love and jump up and down three times to get that heart beating.” 

Y/d does everything with a huge smile lathered on her face, and the worker has the same excited smile on her own. 

“Now I need you to close you eyes and make a wish before you kiss the heart.”

She does as told, squeezing her eyes shut before saying ‘Make sure my dad is happy.”

And then the workers face falls into one of recognition, her eyes casting to the bear now held in your hand and back to the one she had been stuffing. 

By the time you have an outfit picked out she already has the certificate in her hands, nodding. 

“Bubs. I like it.” 

“Thank you. It’s what my dad and mom call each other.” Your daughter smiles, standing on her tiptoes to look up to the worker. 

“Let me guess, your bugs.”

“I AM!”  And just like that a wide smile is splitting across her cheeks as she slides the bear across the counter to your side. 

“It’s your lucky day. This bear is a part of the lonely hearts foundation. Which means so long as he is adopted into a happy and loving home he comes with no charge. Are you happy, bugs?”

“Yes.”

“Are you healthy, bugs?”

“I eat my broccoli, yeah.” You try not to snort, remembering that you had to bribe her with 6 oreos after a 2 hour dinner table stand off. 

“Then Bubs has found the perfect home.”  You mouth a thank you to the girl as you leave, giving your daughter bugs back so you can carry the box.

- 

Jake Seresin was absolutely miserable the day he got his birthday package. 

He was sweaty from the jets, irritated by his team. But most importantly he was completely lost without his girls. 

It had been four months since he last got to hold them and he was beginning to lose it. Sure, he got to facetime them which was a lot more then some of the other guys but he missed them terribly and he wanted nothing more than to be with them. 

He had gotten an extra thirty minutes of call time on his birthday a week ago, to which you had promised him you sent something out before y/d interrupted with a sassy tone “don’t ruin the surprise for dad, mom.”

He tried not to get upset at the dad part, but he couldn’t help it. He left while his bug called him daddy and stil had the chubbiest baby cheeks in town and now his little darlin’ was growing up and he couldn’t actually see it. 

But you had told him to expect the package and he did, finally a week later it was mail day and he sat on his bunk surrounded by his squad as they tore through letters. He sliced the tape of the box open, lifting the lid to reveal the cutest bear dressed in a texan jersey with glasses that reminded him of BOB. 

A laugh slips from his lips as he reaches to pull the bear to his chest, noting the cotton candy scent before his eyes snag on the letter. 

“Dear Bubs, 

This bear was sent out with a promise to keep. He promised both me and your daughter that he would keep you happy and healthy and bring you home to us. We made him knowing that only the bravest of bears could do this task and we made sure he was stocked up for the flight over. In the box he took your favorite candies. A stack of photos and a really cool beaded bracelet your daughter made at school. He was given a cotton candy scent to help block off the stuffy scent from the box but most importantly, he carries a top secret message that not even I was allowed to listen to. 

We hope Bubs takes care of you until you are allowed back into our arms, until then stay safe and don’t forget we love you.

Love, Your bubs.”:

There is a little monster drawn on the paper in crayon that makes his heart swell as he traces his fingers over the words and drawing before reaching to the bear. 

He lays with it as a pillow, pressing his cheek to the chest as he presses the hand to reveal the sound. 

His daughter's voice fills his ears, in the cheesiest southern accent he had ever heard. “I breathe one two three and feel the love come back to me. Good night daddy.” 

-

The next set of photos you receive in the mail are all photos of Jake and Bubs on journeys, and Y/D’s favorite was the one of the entire squad posing with bubs. Bob and the bear having switched glasses. 

You, of course, begin sending adventures back. One of Bugs and your daughter baking, another of the two on a swing set. 

Jake sends back a photo of Bubs ‘flying’ a plane. 

Over and over you both send the photos back and forth, everything is a little bit better when you carry a piece of each other with them. 

Your daughter asks you at dinner one night, between shoving her chicken in her face and avoiding the broccoli, if you had wanted a bug and bubs bear. 

All you can do is smile, booping her nose as you mumble. “You were my bear last time he was deployed.” 

“What did you send him?”

“A pee stick.” She doesn’t find it as funny as you did, but she makes sure to have bugs kiss your cheek goodnight before dashing to bed.

[unknownperson246]

Why Didnt You Tell Me? Chapter 6: Shes Finally Here (last chapter)

words: 637

warnings: *angst* *fluff* *mentions of drugs* *mentions of alcohol* *rehab* *pregnancy*

It has been two months and you're now eight months pregnant. It's been 5 months since you have been in rehab. You are sitting in the doctor's office again. Dr.Kelly is explaining how you are being released today. Your and Nikki’s things are packed in the room you have been sleeping in for 5 months.  

“Okay, Y/N and Nikki you're all good to go,” Dr.Kelly says while handing you some papers.

“What are these papers?” You ask your doctor.

“These are the release papers just sign them and you and Nikki can leave” Dr.Kelly explains.

You and Nikki sign the papers that release you from rehab. 

You two are finally out and you decide to go home since you were hungry. 

“Nikki I feel funny,” You say to Nikki while panicking.

“Babe, what do you feel?” Nikki says as he holds onto your hand.

“I feel like I'm going to puke,” You say running to the toilet.

You go over to the toilet and start to puke your guts out. Nikki is behind you trying to comfort and take care of you. 

“It's okay baby,” Nikki says, rubbing your back softly.

“After you finish up I'm going to get you in a warm bath baby, that should help you feel better,” Nikki says in your ear.

“Nikki, can you please join me?” You ask after you finish puking.

“Yeah, I will,” He says before kissing you on your cheek.

Nikki grabs fresh comfortable clothes for you and him and two towels before he starts the warm bath. After the tub is filled with warm water you discard your clothes and get in. After you get in Nikki does the same. You two are now relaxing in the bathtub.

“Nikki, I feel like I'm aching again,” You say.

“Where does it hurt?.” Nikki asks gently 

You point to your ankles. 

“After the bath, I'll help you put bengay on them,” Nikki says.

You are craving your drugs and booze again and you try so hard to try to ignore the feeling.

“Nikki I’m craving wine,” You say.

“You just got out of rehab Y/N and you're pregnant,” Nikki says firmly,

“I know but I just wanted to tell you in case I start to use drugs and alcohol again,” You say quietly while trying to get your hair out of the way.

“Y/N you need self-control,” Nikki says kind of frustrated.

“I know,” You say.

After you guys finish taking your bath together he gets out first and dries himself off. He helps you out and makes sure you dry yourself down. You put on your silky light pink nightgown that was hanging on the hooks of the door. You get out of the bathroom with Nikki.

“Nikki, I'm sorry for whining to you about my problems,” You say to him. 

“Y/N whenever you get an urge to start using or drinking just try to use a coping mechanism. use something that takes your mind off of drugs and alcohol.” Nikki says firmly.

“Okay, Nikki,” You say quietly.

It's now March 18th. It’s the 9th month of your pregnancy and your due date is finally here. You just finished giving birth to your daughter. You and Nikki had decided on the name Natasha Raven Sixx. Nikki is holding her and looking at her in awe. 

“She’s finally here. Y/N you did it,” Nikki says with a couple of tears.

“You did amazing Y/N,” He says after he puts Natasha down. He starts to brush your hair out of your face.

After a couple of days you head home and you take care of Natasha. During the night whenever she would cry Nikki would wake up and take care of her. You were both amazing parents to your little daughter.

[multifandomfanficss]

Home Is Wherever You Are P5

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: Your Adrian has finally come to rescue you.

Series Warnings: mentions of child abuse, panic, meltdown, crying, divorce, mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language, homophobia

A/N: Sorry for being so late. I had an incredibly busy weekend. This is also crossposted on my ao3 adriansglasses. I appreciate all your kind words so much! Hope you guys enjoy!

“Chase, we don’t even know if they’re alive.” Harcourt sighs.

“No, they have to be.” Adrian held his tension in his jaw, trying not to cry as he slammed your letter on the table.

It read:

‘Dear Adrian,

The day is September 9th, 1994. I hope you find this. I hope you find me.

Love,

(Y/N)’

“That is some pretty compelling evidence.” John egged him on.

“Thank you!” Adrian waved his arms in the air dramatically.

“It’s not safe.” Harcourt argued.

“I don’t care.” Adrian said. He didn’t have an ounce of doubt. He just wanted you back.

“Well I can’t let you go by yourself and there’s only three one way shots. What are you gonna do? Leave somebody there? Plus we don’t even know how this works! What if you never come back?” Harcourt asked.

“He’d be less of a pain in the ass if he wasn’t here.” John countered.

“Exactly!” Adrian agreed, missing John’s joke. “So if you let me go, I’ll stop talking!”

“As tempting as that offer is you’re not going.” Harcourt rolled her eyes, leaving the room. Adrian walked over to his desk, knocking over a plastic water bottle out of anger.

“Oh…fuck…sorry…” He sat down, slumping over the desk with his head in his hands. He heard whispering, but he didn’t care. The team often whispered about him. It wasn’t long before Leota approached Adrian, handing him a piece of paper. “What’s this?” He asked.

“It’s the address of the old ARGUS headquarters…ya know…just in case…” She said, mischievously.

“Didn’t they change locations in like 2002?” He asks, confused.

“Yup.” She smiled, waiting for him to understand.

“Why are you giving me a useless address? Do you need me to go pick up something from the old building for you?” He asked.

“I don’t need anything from there. I just figured you might…in case of an emergency…” He still didn’t get it, but in his defense Leota was never good at subtleties.

“What could I possibly-“

“She’s telling you to go dumbass!” Chris cut him off. Adrian’s eyes basically pop out of his head.

“I know if it was my wife I’d be going.” She smiled at him.

“Fuck. Thank you.” He engulfed her in a tight hug. Most of the team really weren’t big on hugs, but he knew Adebayo was.

“Go before Harcourt sees you.” She smiles.

Adrian takes the device from Leota and heads off.

September 12th, 1994

3 year old Adrian screamed in his bed. You sighed, taking Adult Adrian’s hand and slowly bringing him closer.

“Hey Ade, it’s okay, honey. Remember how I told you Vigilante was gonna look after you? This is him.” You smile.

“Wow! Way to go around sharing my secret identity, (Y/N)!” Adrian exclaims, not wearing his mask. You turn to him quickly and speak under your breath.

“First of all, he’s 3. He won’t remember. Even if he did, he’s literally you! It won’t matter! Also, don’t call me that. He doesn’t know my real name!” You whisper under your breath, anxiously.

“Well, how was I supposed-“ Adrian is cut off by his younger self.

“Mr. Vigiante?” He tries to get adult Adrian’s attention, still unable to pronounce the L.

“Uhhhh what’s up little m- man?” He asks, trying to avoid telling his younger self that he’s the older version. “See, I totally saved that one.” He whispers to you with a goofy grin. You missed him so badly.

Just as little Adrian is about to ask his older self tons of burning questions any 3 year old would have for a superhero, you watch Diane’s headlights cast into the room. When they hit your boyfriend’s face and you can see him a bit better you can feel your heart ache, starved of him, just needing to be with him.

“Okay Adrian, it’s time for Vigilante to go, but this is just gonna be our secret okay? If everybody finds out his secret identity, he won’t be able to go be a superhero and save people anymore. He needs our help keeping his secret. Can you do that?” You ask, hoping a toddler could understand the importance in this. You hate asking him to keep secrets, but the entire fabric of time and space depends on it. You shove Adult Adrian out of the bedroom door before his younger self can even finish saying yes. You pull him into your room and run to your closet to get a box hidden in the back corner. You bring him the box.

“This box is stuff your dad left when he moved out. There’s clothes in here. You need to ditch the suit before your mom sees.” You leave him there speechless trying to catch up with the speed and urgency. You’ve been running around with a toddler for the last couple weeks. You’ve gotten used to figuring out solutions fast. This is also probably an incredibly odd position for Adrian to be in; he’s in his old house, he’s holding his dad’s clothes, his younger self is in the next room, and his dead mom is about to walk through the door…alive. He hasn’t even had time to process Gut and Chris as middle schoolers down the hall. As you grab for the handle to your bedroom door, you spin around, running back to your boyfriend, giving him one last kiss before racing back out to his old bedroom to deal with his younger self.

“Adrian, I’ll make you a bet.” You tell him. He looks at you intrigued. Even at this young of an age he was competitive. You crawl into bed with him. “Whoever falls asleep first gets a dollar.”

“I’m so gonna win!” He giggles.

“You’re on, Mister!” You lay your head down, pretending to try to sleep. After five minutes he’s out like a light and you hear the bedroom door creaking open. You turn to see Diane’s frame illuminated by the light of the hallway. You tiptoe out of the room and close Adrian’s door.

“Sorry. I didn’t want to bother either of you. I just came to check him. You’re so good with him.” She smiles.

“Oh yeah…” You laugh quietly. “Bribing the kid just to get him to sleep was awesome.” You say, sarcastically.

“Kids are hard. We all have to do our best. Honestly that dollar trick was a pretty good idea. I’ll have to try it sometime.” She laughs. “You look worn out and I brought home a bottle of cheap wine from the restaurant. What do you say we go downstairs and crack it open?” She asks. Your mind drifts back to Adrian sitting on your bed decked out in his dad’s worn out old 80’s styles.

“Honestly…you’re right. I’m feeling really worn out, but if you save some for me I promise to drink with you tomorrow night.” You smile.

“Are you sure?” She asks.

“Yeah.” You smile. “Go watch tv and just unwind. You deserve it.” You bid her goodnight before trying to keep your excited legs from sprinting to your room.

Upon reaching your door you close it carefully, not wanting to slam it with all of this extra energy and wake up the boys.

“All set?” Adrian asks. You can’t hide your wide smile. You start to tear up at even just the sound of his voice.

“Nothing else is gonna keep me away from you right now.” You laugh, excited as a tear rolls down your cheek. “Not even time and space.”

You crawl into bed with him and he wipes the tear.

“You’re happy crying, right? Like that’s- that’s good crying I don’t have to stop, right?” He clarifies. You nod, cuddling into him, not trusting that if you open your mouth a sob won’t come out.

“Come here.” He sighs in relief pulling your body closer. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”

“It’s just so hard to believe this isn’t just another dream.” You whisper through a series of voice cracks.

“No, it’s real. I’m here and I’m not letting you go this time. I’m gonna bring you home.” He kisses your forehead.

“I don’t care. I’m already home. Home is wherever you are.” You kiss again.

You try to go to sleep, but you can’t stop telling each other about everything the other person missed. You never let your voices get above a whisper for fear that somebody will hear a strange man’s voice coming from your room.

“Ade, how did you know coming here was gonna work?” You ask.

“What do you mean?” He asks, moving hair out of your eyes, so he can better see your face.

“How did you know that using the device would get you here? How did you know you would find me and it wouldn’t just like malfunction and kill you or take you somewhere different?” You ask.

“I didn’t.” He says very matter of factly. You look at him in a mix of emotions. Briefly angry he would put himself at risk like that, then distraught thinking about losing him, then relieved he’s alive, and finally overwhelmed by how much you love him and the thought that he’d do all of this with no guarantee just to see you again. “I love you more than quite literally anything like in the entire existence and non existence and past existence and future existence all of creation ever.” You love when he rambles. You missed his rambles desperately.

“You’re my everything…not just the world, but the stars, the planets, the rocks, the beings, the water, the light, the sound… You’re everything to me Adrian.” You smile. This is the first time you’ve felt complete in the entire time that you’ve been here and tomorrow he’s going to take you home and you’re never going to have to be apart like this again. You won’t let it happen and neither will he. He starts giving you little kisses all over your face and neck and arms and hands, anywhere he can reach easily. You start giggling. “What are you doing?” You ask him.

“I have to give you a kiss for every hour we were apart.”

“But that’s like 300 hours.” You laugh.

“It’s been way longer than that.” He says before going back to kissing you. You go stiff underneath him.

“Adrian, how long has it been?” You ask, not sure you want to know the answer.

“Why? How long has it been for you?” He asks.

“It’s only been 12 days. I think you got your math wrong.” You say, hoping you’re right and that he’s still just as bad at math.

“No, I used a calculator. It was around 726 last time I checked.” His words knock the air out of your lungs. “(Y/N), you’ve been gone for like a month in our time.”

“You came after I’d been missing for a month? That- that means we- we can’t go back to a week or so after I left. We’d fuck up the whole timeline. I went missing for a month. I left you for a month- Oh my god do people think I’m dead?!” You try to control your panic, so you don’t wake up the whole house.

“Chris and John thought you might be alive, but wouldn’t explain it to me. I guess they just had a feeling and Leota didn’t know what to think. Nobody was ready to give up, but Harcourt tried to have a funeral for you to put your family at ease, but I wouldn’t let her. We got into a big fight about that.” You turn to face him, your eyes building with tears.

“Did you think I was dead?” You start to cry.

“Only for a little bit!” Adrian clarifies, but it doesn’t make you feel better. You try to hold in your sobs as your body shakes with emotion. Your friends, your family, and the love of your life, at one point all thought you were dead.

“Okay you’re doing your sad crying face and your panicked breathing now, but it’s okay. You’re safe and I’m safe and I’m here and tomorrow I’m gonna take you home and we are never getting separated like this again, okay?” He tries to reassure you, slowly rubbing your back. “I’ve got you. I’m here.” He reassures you, but he’s also reassuring himself.

“If I was gone for a month and you thought I was dead, how did you find me?” You cuddle impossibly closer to him.

“Well that’s just because I have the smartest partner in the entire world and they actually left me letters.” He smiles. “I’m talking about you.” He clarifies. “Just in case you thought I had a different partner which I definitely do not because even if you were dead I’m not sure if I’d ever get over you and-“ You cut him off with a kiss.

“It wasn’t that smart. I got the idea from an episode of Torchwood.” You smile.

“That’s okay. That wasn’t the reason. I just always think you’re the smartest partner in the world.” You look at him as a light blush starts to dust both of your cheeks.

“Well then we both have smart partners I guess.” You kiss him again.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

You both say it like you’re starved because neither of you deep down was entirely certain you’d get to say it again.

“I know we should get some sleep, but…”

“But what?” He asks. You sigh.

“Is it stupid I keep worrying myself that this is all just a dream and I’ll wake up?” You ask.

“That’s okay I’m worried I fucked up trying to get here and this is all some weird concussion hallucination or I’m in a coma or I’m like dead or something. That would like really suck actually.” You take his hand and put it on your pulse.

“Feel that? I’m real.” You place your own fingers on his pulse too. “And you’re alive.” You add smiling. “And as long as we’re together I think everything’s gonna be alright, right? Let’s get some sleep.”

You move, so you’re using his chest as a pillow. Being close is the only way either of you will sleep tonight.

[kess-wedoshit]

Comforting Sebastian after the Game 4 loss against the Panthers

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: a very sad fish 

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The refs call it a good goal, the Panthers get their second celebration, and any ounce of hope that was left is officially crushed. The season is over. 

You watch Sebastian in the final seconds of the game still giving it his all, right until the buzzer sounds.

You already know what’s to come. You know he’s going to blame himself for the Panther’s game winning goal. You know he’s going to be even harder on himself for this one than he was for the others in the past. 

You wait outside the locker room with the other wags and families, some trying to hold their tears back, especially those of the older guys who don’t have much time left in this league. You all wait in silence. Sebastian is one of the last ones to walk out alone with his head down. When he looks up he immediately locks eyes with you and you can see emotion pouring into his face. His lip looks like it’s taken another bloody shot, luckily not in the same spot as the previous incident. The look in his face instantly breaks your heart. You embrace him and hold him there for a few long seconds before he pulls away fast and doesn’t dare to look at your face again, but instead says “let’s go.” You are not offended as you immediately know he’s ready to cry, and he doesn’t want to show that kind of emotion in front of everyone and their families. You, on the other hand, shed a couple of tears. 

Sebastian got a car to bring the both of you and Turbo back to the hotel. You are sitting next to Sebastian in the back while he stares at the window, and you hold his hand on his lap. The silence in the car is not uncomfortable, but rather feels like a whirlpool of emotions. You can tell Sebastian is trying his best to keep it together, and you don’t dare to try and console him yet. 

The ride to the hotel felt like a long one, and so was the elevator ride up to the 9th floor. You give Turbo a hug before he enters his room and Sebastian unlocks the door to your room. Without looking back at you he takes his shoes off and goes to sit on the bed. He looks up at you and sees your concerned expression. In that instant the tears started to fall from his eyes. You immediately run to his side and embrace him. You hold him tight and he immediately falls apart in your embrace. His head now in your lap when you hold his neck and run your hands through his hair. You don’t dare to speak yet as you know none of your words are going to be consoling at this time. Sebastian sits up again and you get up to sit on his lap with your legs wrapped around him to be as close to him as possible. You hug him tight, chest on chest and he cries into your back. You start to place kisses on his shoulders, collar bone and cheeks, not daring to kiss him on the lips as the injuries he took from the game look painful. After what felt like hours of you holding him and kissing him in silence, you pull away and are met with his sad eyes. They pierce into yours you can feel your heart shatter. You notice that his lip is starting to bleed again.

You finally break the silence, “Your lip looks bad. Does it hurt?”

Sebastian “I don’t care about my lip right now” he says sternly, immediately regretting the tone of his voice.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean for…..”

“Shhhhhh” you quiet him while placing another kiss on his cheek.

He smiles weakly at you and you give him the same smile back.

“Is it bleeding again?,” he asks.

“A little…..or that could have just been the blood from before? Let’s get you changed into your pyjamas and I’ll take care of it.”

You stand up and he starts unbuttoning his shirt and gives it to you to hang. You go to hang it while he changes out of his pants and puts on just his sweatpants.

Sebastian now moves to the head of the bed sitting up shirtless against the pillows, doesn’t dare to enter the sheets as you can feel Florida’s heat. You run to grab your first aid kit that you always keep handy and he chuckles at you because he always made fun of you for bringing it everywhere.

“What? I told you it would come in handy someday.”

He smiles at you through his sad eyes, and it was a genuine smile too. You’re so glad you could make him smile/laugh.

You begin to straddle him again while you carefully clean the residue of blood from his lip. You are focused intently on his lip, and all Sebastian can do is stare at you and admire how beautiful you are. Although he loves the natural you without makeup, he couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous you look when you put yourself together for his games. The way your perfectly curled hair fell in front of your face and the way your makeup complimented all of your beautiful features. At that moment, he stopped thinking about the game for a brief moment and just thought about how lucky he is to call you his. 

When you were finished tending to his lip, you pulled back and you locked eyes with him again, just noticing that he was staring at you the whole time. He leans forward and places a soft kiss to your lips, and you can feel how swollen his lip is.

“Sebastian, stop.  Let it rest, doesn’t that hurt?”

“I don’t care,” he says while placing another one on your lips. He gives you a small smile again.

Now that he’s let a lot of his emotions out, you ask if he’s ready to talk about it.

He shakes his head, “I’m tired, I just want to be with you tonight.” 

When you try to get off him to change into your pyjamas and take your makeup off, he immediately pulls you back in, not wanting to be parted with you. You tell him that you’ll be very fast and finally he surrenders and lets you go. 

You take your makeup off and change into your tank top and pj shorts within 10 minutes. You crank the AC up, turn the TV on and turn the lights off. Sebastian was now in the sheets, in which you also crawl into. He hugs you again and leans his head on your chest while you hold it in your arms and place kisses on his head. You start to stroke his hair repetitively. Your touch is so relaxing that he instantly starts to fall asleep. Every once in a while he would kiss your chest to show you he is still awake. Sebastian was half conscious when you heard him mumble, “I love you so much, y/n. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

 When he was sound asleep, all you could think of was what a long road this was going to be, and how the next couple of weeks were going to be tough. You knew that this would only make him stronger though, and would fuel his fire next season.

[nancypullen]

Hit 'Em Where They Ain't, Boys

Over the years I've expressed my love for the sport of baseball. Love it. I've always had a favorite team to watch...the Fairbanks Goldpanners, the Nashville Sounds, and always, always the Atlanta Braves. The Braves are on my television right now battling with Chicago. They're up by one run in the second inning and I'm cheering them on. Apologies to my favorite diehard Cubs fan, Dina. All of that explains why I couldn't be more excited to share that we have tickets to see the Braves play the Nationals in D.C. on June 9th! An afternoon game in June, what's better than that? Nuttin'! We'll cross the bridge and catch the Metro which will drop us right at the stadium. No fighting traffic or looking for parking, hooray! I can't wait! As I've also mentioned a few hundred times I love the 1988 movie, Bull Durham. Baseball, steamy romance, big laughs, great music - what else do you need?

Kevin Costner. Need I say more?

I could relate to Annie Savoy. I mean, not because she's leggy and gorgeous, I'm neither, but her love of the game and commitment to the season. I used to have her opening (PG) monologue memorized.

I believe in the Church of Baseball. I've tried all the major religions and most of the minor ones. I've worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I learned that, I gave Jesus a chance. (sigh) But it just didn't work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology.

You see, there's no guilt in baseball, and it's never borin' - which makes it like sex. There's never been a ballplayer slept with me who didn't have the best year of his career. Makin' love is like hittin' a baseball. You just gotta relax and concentrate. Besides, I'd never sleep with a player hittin' under .250, unless he had a lot of RBIs or was a great glove man up the middle.

You see, there's a certain amount of life wisdom I give these boys. I can expand their minds. Sometimes when I've got a ballplayer alone, I'll just read Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman to him. And the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen. Of course, a guy'll listen to anything if he thinks it's foreplay. I make them feel confident, and they make me feel safe - and pretty. Of course, what I give them lasts a lifetime. What they give me lasts 142 games. Sometimes it seems like a bad trade, but bad trades are part of baseball. I mean, who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for God's sake? It's a long season and you gotta trust it. I've tried 'em all, I really have. And the only church that truly feeds the soul - day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball.

I agree, Annie. Which is why I made this shirt to wear to the game.

I need to look good while I yell at the ump and call balls and strikes. I know they appreciate my help. Trying to decide which earrings to wear, of course the big earrings appeal to me.

I'll probably just wear the beaded hoops on the far left. Ponytail, hoops in Braves colors, and a Church of Baseball tee. If that doesn't spell crazy fan I don't know what does. Whoohoo, let's go, Braves! I don't want to hear a word about my craziness. It's fun to have something to look forward to - and if there's a rainout I may cry.

Alright, that's enough silliness from me for one night. I don't expect you to share my passion for baseball or my love of Bull Durham. I do hope that you can share a bit of my excitement for something fun on the horizon. When we don't have things to look forward to, life becomes drudgery. It doesn't have to be anything big - for me it can be a trip to a garden center or a shopping trip with my sister. Life needs to be sprinkled with occasional treats. So send good juju out to the universe for fair weather on June 9th, then tune in to the Braves game. I'll be the wackadoodle in the red shirt (that should narrow it down). Sending out heaps of love tonight, take what you need and pass it on. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy P.S. Go watch Bull Durham. You're welcome.

[mozzarella-stickz]

You Are My Lucky Star: Eddie Munson x F! Reader

Author’s Note: 99% of this is based on my own experiences, thoughts, and feelings. I really needed this comfort. I hope to anyone feeling this way about yourself that you’re not alone and completely valid :)

Summary: You’re convinced you’re unlovable. Eddie Munson doesn’t quite seem to think that’s true.

Warnings: self-esteem issues, self deprecating humor, mentions of slight parent issues, however lots of fluff and comfort <3 also reader is a theater girl because so was I 🥹🙏🏻

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You tapped your pencil against your math notebook, desperately trying to not let the tears fall out of your eyes. Yet another failed crush, another guy who didn’t return your feelings and only wanted to be friends with you. This had happened with almost every guy in your time in high school, and it was really starting to hurt you inside. You believed there was something wrong with you, something driving people away, something that made you completely unlovable. Was it your face? Your nose? Your body? How you reacted to things? You weren’t sure, but you were bound and determined to be sitting in front of your mirror that night crying and trying to pick out what it was.

Your leg began to bounce against the floor, as the tears began to slip from your eyes. You reached your hand up and quickly wiped them away, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself.

From across the room, however, you were attracting the attention of someone.

Eddie Munson was watching you carefully, studying your hunched expression, sad eyes, and shaky and bouncy legs. He knew of you, since you were good friends with Nancy and Robin, and he’d seen you in almost all of the plays and musicals (that he swore Jeff forced him to go to, which was part of it, but it was partly to see you). Something was up with you, and he wanted to know. It wasn’t anything theater related, Robin had said you’d gotten the role you wanted in the play, maybe it was school? Whatever it was, he was going to hound Wheeler and Buckley about it.

The bell rang, signaling the end of 9th period. You grabbed your Walkman and headphones from your bag, slipping them over your ears and pressing play. The sound of Olivia Newton John’s melancholy intro to “Hopelessly Devoted To You” filled your ears, and you sighed. Of course.

You walked down the hallway to your last class, your head hung low as you looked at your feet. You didn’t know why you were even so upset about this guy, you knew it was probably going to end up like this. Why were you so upset? You were probably just being stupid like usual.

You sighed as you entered your last class, praying to God it would go by soon so you could get out of here.

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“Wheeler?”

Nancy looked up from her work table in the school newspaper room, to see Eddie leaning in the doorway. She glared at him, telling Fred to take over her station while she talked to him.

“What is it, Munson?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“It’s about Y/N. She looked…really upset today in class. Like not at all how she usually is. Is everything ok?”

Nancy sighed.

“Boy problems,” Nancy told him. “She’s…she’s an emotional person, and this is the fourth guy to reject her. She’s always been really insecure and I can tell it’s really hurting her.”

“Insecure? Why?”

Nancy shrugged.

“Her mom’s a little much, always gave her shit for her personality and sometimes even her weight, and she’s always just been that way. Since middle school at least.”

“She’s like…super pretty. And you’ve seen her onstage, she’s just, so…magical.”

A glimmer started to glow in Nancy’s eye.

“She is,” Nancy said with a smile. “Now I really have to get back to my newspaper station. Thanks for your concern.”

“No problem, Wheeler.”

Nancy left him alone, and Eddie felt something in his stomach. Something he hadn’t really ever felt before. Could he like Y/N? She was pretty, kind, smart, and really funny from what her friends have said. Eddie thought about her in his head, her smile, her voice, and the feeling in his gut grew. Eddie was at that point he did, in fact, like Y/N.

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“Y/N, I think I’ve found a guy for you.”

You looked up from your lunch at Nancy, who had that excited look in her eyes like when she had some sort of master plan. You looked at her confused, eyes brows furrowed.

“I already told you, Steve is too much like my brother for me to-“

“It’s not Steve,” Nancy interjected, sitting down across from you.

Your confusion only began to grow.

“If it’s not Steve than who is it?”

“Ok, don’t laugh, but its Eddie Munson.”

You burst out laughing despite Nancy’s warning.

“Y/N!”

“Eddie? You really think Eddie likes me?”

“I do! He asked me about you yesterday, said you looked really sad in your math class.”

“So?”

“And then I told him about your boy problems…”

“Nancy!”

“Let me finish! He acted shocked, he was asking why you were so insecure because he said you were super pretty and get this…he said you were magical on stage!”

You sat back, stunned. There was no way. He had to have just being friendly. You weren’t ugly, but super pretty? You didn’t think you were at all. And you weren’t that good onstage, sure you had lots of energy and facial expression but magical? That was a bit extreme…

“He was probably just being nice.” You said. “I doubt it was anything serious.”

Nancy groaned.

“What?!” you exclaimed. “I have to be realistic. Being a hopeless romantic is what got me in this situation in the first place! Maybe I’m just unlovable, or something.”

“That’s not true!”

“Maybe!”

“Oh my God, I love you, but you can be so stubborn.”

You took a bite of your pretzel and shrugged.

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“Hey, Buckley.”

“Holy shit, Eddie! Don’t scare me like that!”

Robin picked up the stack of VHS tapes she had dropped, glaring at Eddie as he helped her pick them up.

“Sorry, sorry!” he exclaimed as he helped Robin pick them all up. “I just really need to talk to you.”

“Is it about Y/N?”

“How did…?”

“Nancy.”

“Goddamnit, Wheeler.”

Robin set the stack of tapes on the counter, pushing Steve’s legs away.

“Hey!” Steve exclaimed, narrowly avoiding knocking over his Coke van sitting next to his legs.

“Shut up, dingus, Eddie’s gotta tell us about his crush on Y/N.”

“What?”

Eddie’s face flushed.

“You’re blushing!” Robin laughed. “Eddie’s in looovveeee!”

Eddie shrugged Robin off.

“Okay, maybe, wait shit, not in love but the crush yeah, not that I don’t love her! But like it’s too early for that and I’ve barely talked to her besides after her shows and at Nancy’s birthday party-“

“You’re rambling.”

“You’re one to talk, Buckley.”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“Nancy said Y/N isn’t convinced you like her. Nancy said Y/N went on about some bullshit about being thinking she’s ‘unlovable’ or something dumb like that.”

“Unlovable? Really?”

“Y/N’s words exactly.”

“Jesus, Nance said she was emotional but I didn’t realize Y/N thought of herself that way.”

“She’s been through a lot. And if you break her anymore I will not hesitate to snitch on you to Hopper about your little side hustle.”

“Believe me, I have no intentions of hurting her. I don’t know, I just want to like…wrap her in a blanket and not let her feel sad or anything again.”

Robin smiled that same knowing smile that Nancy had, and Eddie felt those same butterflies in his stomach at the thought of Y/N. He had to ask her out.

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“Why are we here? I just want to go home and watch The Breakfast Club!”

“You can watch your John Hughes after this, I promise,” Nancy told you, sitting you down at the picnic table in the woods.

“And I won’t talk about how hot Claire is the entire movie,” Robin promised, sitting next to you.

“You only say that since she looks so much like Vickie.”

“Shut up!”

A couple minutes passed and you began to grow annoyed.

“Seriously, what is going on?”

“Just wait!”

You set your head down on the table, and Robin looked at Nancy a little nervously. There was no way Eddie was joking, right? To their delight and relief, they saw him walking towards them, looking uncharacteristically stressed and pale.

“Hey, Y/N,” Nancy said, shaking you.

“What?” you grumbled, before your eyes grew wide at the sight of Eddie.

“H-hey,” he said nervously, rocking on his heels. “Um, how are you?”

“I’m g-good. What are you doing here?”

“Well, I actually had a little…a little proposition, if you will, for you.”

You felt your hands begin to shake, your body get goosebumps, and your heart go light.

“W-what is it?”

“I know the drive-in is showing Singin’ In The Rain next week, and um…it’s a musical and I know you love this so I…I wanted to know if you would come with me?”

You felt like your head was spinning. Overcome with emotion, you burst into tears. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie all looked at you panicked, and you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket, trying to calm yourself down.

“S-sorry!” You cried, “I’m just…I can’t believe…”

“Deep breaths, it’s ok,” Nancy soothed you, rubbing your back with her hand softly. Robin nodded, rubbing your shoulder with her hand.

Eddie kneeled in front of you, resting his hands on your knees gently. He looked up at you, his big brown eyes meeting your eyes. Eddie then reached up, wiping away your tears, not caring that Nancy and Robin were watching.

“Can…can you give us a minute?” he asked them, and the two girls nodded, scurrying off to a clearing a little ways away.

Eddie sat next to you on the bench, wrapping an arm around you tightly.

“Look…” he said, his voice finally steady. “Nance and Rob told me all about you. I hate that you think of yourself so lowly, you’re pretty, talented, you’re always raving about your shows or The Muppets or Stevie Nicks or your new favorite movie and…it’s sweet. You’re really sweet. And I guess I’ve felt this way for a long time but I only just realized that…I really, really like you, Y/N. I really do.”

“Really?” you said, your tears beginning to dry. “You’re not messing with me?”

“I wouldn’t do that. So…what do you say to the movie?”

“If you don’t mind me bursting out into song and dance, I’ll say I’m down to go.”

“I don’t mind at all. Not when you look so cute doing it.”

You got incredibly embarrassed, hiding your face in your hands. Eddie laughed at you, pulling your hands away with a smile.

“I’m serious! When you were that one girl in the show last year, the weird name that started with Z? The one in love with that Tommy kid? Totally adorable.”

“Zaneeta in The Music Man?”

“Yes!”

“Thank you, Eddie, she was my dream role for a long time and getting to play her was just…amazing.”

“I’m glad. You deserved it.”

You snuggled into Eddie’s side, breathing in deeply. Nancy and Robin watched from behind a tree, smiling as you and Eddie got up, hand in hand.

Not all your problems were going to be fixed of course, but you knew no matter what, you had Eddie, and that was perfect.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Eddie Munson

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So I don’t know what this is....

Warning: 18+ Language, arguing, fluff, angst and smut.

Summary: A confession, a storm, and a troubled Eddie.

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Eddie could recall the exact moment he fell in love with his best friend. It was 9th grade. You had just came back from the store. You had bought 2 coloring books, a box of crayons and a box of Eddies favorite cereal. You and him sat on the couch eating and watched Scooby-Doo. Eddie had gotten into a fight at school today and you came to calm him down. You didn't say anything. You never needed to. That's why you guys were friends. You were the quiet shy one and Eddie was the loud outgoing one.

You had been friends since the 5th grade when you moved to Hawkins. You and your dad had gotten a trailer just a few rows over from Eddies. You were always outside sitting on the swing in the little playground that was there reading. He would also be outside working on stuff with his uncle until one day he was alone for the afternoon. He saw you from his window swinging and he got curious. So he went outside and sat next to you. You smiled at him and he asked what you were reading. You showed him the book and it looked cool. He asked if you could read it out loud and you did. That's when he fell in love with Lord of the Rings. You had introduced him to The hobbit that day feeding his fascination to the world of imagination. You had shown him how to play D&D and he was obsessed. Ever since then you have been the best of friends.

So this day when you came to hang out it was different. Eddie had gotten into a fight because of you. Some stupid fucking jock was making fun of you when you had accidentally bumped into him with your large hips. He had said so many obscene things about your weight, that you had went to cry in the bathroom. Eddie wasn't there when it happened but when Jeff and Gareth told him he went to find you. Once he was sure you were okay he went to find the shit head. Eddie didn't like to fight, but the way people acted towards him he kinda had to. This time he wasn't required to defend your honor but he felt like he had no choice. You were his person and no one was going to speak to you like that. Why the people in this town were so fucking cruel was a damn mystery. They could treat him however they wanted. But they were not gonna treat you that way. So he did the only thing he could think of. Open a can of whoop ass on the stupid fuck.

He sat there watching you color a picture for him. Staying between the lines. He finished his picture for you first with an array of colors and squiggles. He had un-diagnosed ADHD so it kept him from staying still for too long. But you took your time and when you were finished you handed it to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He could feel the blood rush to his face. He had wished you had kissed his mouth instead. He listened to you talk about who the bad guy was and how you huffed when you were wrong. He liked the way your hand ran through your hair and how you always smelled good. How soft your voice was, and how warm you always seemed to be.

You had stayed over that night. You were on his bed while he slept on the floor. In the morning he woke up before you and you had your arm draped over the side of bed almost touching him. He caressed your forearm and smiled when you got goosebumps. He sat up just a bit to kiss your knuckles and you let out a small moan. When he laid back down he felt sad. You would never know how much he loved you. He wouldn't dare try to change the status of your relationship. So he went on secretly pining for you.

...

It was the end of summer in 85. Eddie again didn't graduate and you were packing up to head to college. That day some freak storm was making it's way through Hawkins. Dark clouds rolled in and thunder and lightning filled the sky. Eddie was in his room looking out the window when he saw you coming to his door. He jogged to let you in before you could knock. You were drenched.

" What the hell? Get in here."

You laughed. " What it's just water."

Eddie pulled you into the bathroom and started to dry you off. He helped take off your sweater but your clothes were completely soaked.

" I'm gonna go get you something else to wear." He said leaving you to dry your hair.

He pulled open a drawer he had emptied for you a while back and pulled out a shirt and pajamas bottoms. When he returned you where just pulling off your shirt. He stood there for a second in shocked when he saw that you weren't wearing a bra. When you noticed he was back you covered yourself and Eddie turned around holding out your clothes.

" I'm sorry I should have closed the door."

" No no don't worry about it."

You took your clothes touching Eddies hand. You lingered longer than you should have which made Eddie wonder why you did that.

" Thank you."

"No problem."

He leaned against the wall and you had left the door just slightly open. Fuck. He didn't want to see you that way. Not without your permission.

" What the hell were you thinking? You could catch pneumonia. Do you want to die before you go for a higher education?"

You didn't say anything.

"Hey you hear me in there?"

You still didn't answer.

" Yoo hoo. Angel." He sung out while getting to his feet.

He heard you sniffle and he pushed open the door a bit to see you sitting on the toilet holding your face.

" Y/n what's wrong?"He said squatting in front of you.

You lifted your head and met his gaze. Tears fell down your cheeks and he caught them. You pressed your lips and smacked him on his bicep.

" Ouch what was that for?!"

" You're such an ass."

" What why?!"

" It's because of you I have to got to college alone."

He sat down pulling his knees up leaning against the wall. He was suppose to go with you. And he wanted to. He just shook his head.

" I'm sorry y/n. I know I'm an idiot." He started to tap his fingers on his thigh.

" But you see you're not an idiot. You just lack focus." You voice was strained from the crying and he could hear the apology in your tone.

You sunk down to the floor too, trying to get comfortable in the tiny space that was left in front of him. You put your arms on his knees and hung your head so that your forehead rested on them. Normally the closeness was manageable. But lately it was becoming too hard for him not want to touch you all over. Kiss you and hold you. You were leaving tomorrow and all he wanted was for you to pack him up too and bring him along. But he couldn't tell you that. You were his best friend. He was in love with you and had been for some time now. But he swore.

After a few minutes you stirred.

" Munson my foot fell asleep."

He chuckled helping you get up and leading you to his room. He had gotten a bigger bed since the 9th grade just so you guys could sleep together. You laid there with your head on his shoulder while his arm was under your head, running his fingers along the length of your long sleeved shirt.

" I'm really gonna miss you." He whispered.

You weren't hugging him before. You were actually hugging yourself trying to keep warm. But as soon as he said that, you slid one arm under the curve of his back and the other wrapped around his torso. Slightly tightening your grip on him, pulling him as close as you could.

" Munson I love you. I wish you could come with me. I'm gonna miss you too."

His eyes started to swell. He knew you loved him. Just not in the way he wanted to be loved. Just then he felt the heat of your lips pushing through the thin fabric of his shirt. You had given him a kiss on his chest near his heart. His chest twitched when you pulled away. He was holding his breath so you couldn't tell how hard he was breathing.

That's when he did it. He didn't even have time to stop himself. He pulled up your chin and kissed you. When you kissed him back his fingers laced in your hair to pull you closer. He felt your hand on his chest to pull away. You had sat up with your back turned to him. He just laid there frozen in fear with his hands up. When you got up his eyes followed you as you put on your shoes and walked away. He hurried after you. You were already outside with the rain and wind almost knocking you over. He didn't care that he was barefoot. He ran after you screaming your name to try and be louder than the thunder. When you didn't stop he grabbed your arm.

" Are you crazy?! Let's go back inside and talk about this."

" Please let me go Eddie. I want to go home."

" No you and I need to talk about this. I'm sorry ok I shouldn't have kissed you. Please please come back inside."

You turned to face him. He couldn't tell of you were crying because of all the rain, but when you wiped your eyes he knew.

" Why did you do that? Why now?"

" I'm sorry I wasn't thinking."

" OK but what was the point of it then!"

He hesitate. He started to shake. Not because he was cold but because of the anxiety that had filled his mind and body.

" Let's go inside before we get struck by lightning."

"NO! TELL ME RIGHT NOW! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

The crack of lightning made you jump closer to him. You looked up at the sky squinting your eyes as the rain splashed on your face.

" BECAUSE I LOVE YOU Y/N!"

Your face fell to his your brow furrowed. When you shook your head his heart broke. He never meant to tell you. He didn't want to. But he had to. Now he hated himself for ruining the friendship. He walked away towards his trailer when you yelled back at him making him turn his head around.

" YOU LOVE ME? YOU MEAN LOVE LOVE ME?"

He shook his head and went back inside cursing at himself under his breath. When he went inside he turned around to close the door and you were standing on his porch. He tugged at his bottom lip.

Fuck

He pulled you in and closed the door. Both of you dripping onto the living room carpet. He could see your chest rising and falling harshly.

" Look I'm sorry. I didn't want it to be this way. I didn't want to tell you at all okay."

" Tell me that you loved me? Why do you? And for how long?"

He took a step back and hung his head. "Since forever. You are this amazing girl who just so happens to be my best friend. You know everything about me and you stood around. You didn't care that I was this freak. You are so beautiful and so nice, that it's hard to believe that you're real. You always know what to say and do when I'm feeling out of it. I can always count on you. You're always here to remind me that I'm a good person. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you."

" I'm not going."

Eddie lifted his head with confusion in his mind. " What?!"

" I'm not leaving. I'm going to stay. I can't leave now. How could I?"

" What are you saying? You have to go."

" No I don't. I won't....because I love you too."

Eddies confusion turned into surprise. He thought he dropped a bombshell on you. But you had given him a thunderbolt.

" You love me too?"

You sighed and lifted your head to look at the ceiling. After a second you looked back to him.

" Yes. Since the day I read to you on the swing set."

He came to you hold on to your face kissing you as much as he could. Then the power went out. The sound it made brought you closer to him. You grabbed his hand pulling him into his room. As you stood in front of each other you started to get undressed. Eddie watched as you removed all the soaked clothing and put them in a corner. You stood there covering your exposed breast and private as much as you could. That's when Eddie removed all of his. He came closer to you pulling at your arms so that he could see you fully. Your eyes were closed and he begged for you to open them. Once you did, you looked at him pressing your lips together.

" You are so damn beautiful y/n. Don't hide yourself from me. Ever."

You nodded and let him touch you. He kissed your neck down to your collar bone. Massaging your shoulder as his other hand gripped your hip. Your hands resting on the small of his back letting him explore your body. His hands moved to cup your breasts and lifted them slightly. He kissed them tenderly. Leaving small love bites behind. He pushed you up against his dresser and helped lift you a bit so that you could sit on it. He pulled you just slight down so he could press himself against your core while his lips locked with yours. Faint moans left your mouth as he gripped the meat of your thighs.

All of this wasn't new for him. He had felt pleasure before. But never has it felt like this. Never had he wanted someone so bad. He want you. All of you. He wanted your heart, your love. Everything. He got to his knees, spreading your legs apart. He ran his long digits along your slick folds. You were already so wet for him that he couldn't help his smirk. He ghosted his lips over your cunt. Slowly teasing you with his tongue. He looked up and saw your head thrown back as one of his fingers entered you. One of your hands held on to the edge of the dresser and the other entangled in his damp curls. Your moans rang out when he finally placed his mouth on your swollen clit. He pulled away for a second.

"Yeah?" He sighed before returning his mouth to you.

He pumped his finger in and out of your tight sopping cunt. He slid another finger in and heard you whine. He hummed as your warm soft walls began to contract. You were close and he was happy. His dick throbbed and started to ache for you. But he waited patiently until you reached your climax.

Once you came down slightly he pulled you off and laid you down on the bed. He reached over to his night stand and pulled out a foil wrapped square. He leaned on one elbow and ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth. You were kissing his shoulder making it hard to concentrate. You moved his hair behind him and brushed his bangs aside so he could see properly. Finally after a minute of fumbling around he got the prophylactic down to his base, positioning himself to your entrance. He looked back into your eyes. You were looking back with so much love that it brought tears to his eyes.

" I love you so much."

You kissed him with such passion that he just fell into you. You made his knees and arms weak. You helped guide his hips into yours letting out a gasp when you felt the incredible stretch he provided. It was too much for him. Your core was to small for him to put his shaft all the way in. He worried if he was hurting you but you kissed him again and again. His thrusts were slow at first. But then your hips started to move with him, making him pick up speed. The more he thrusted the more he was able to inch his way in. But as soon as he felt the end of you, he knew that was enough. His grunts and your soft moans drowned out the sounds of the storm. He was so blinded by your love that he couldn't do anything but put his face in the crook of your neck. Your hands holding onto his waist. He could feel you baring down on him. He was relieved that you were close. Because he's been edging it since the first few pumps. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath in when he felt his cum filling the condom. Your release came as hard and as quickly as his did.

After a while he climbed off of you and pulled off the condom tying up the end and tossing it into a small garbage can in the corner of the room. He pulled you into his arms kissing your forehead.

" You have to go to school babe. You can't stay here for me."

You huffed " I'm not leaving. College will still be there next year."

" Why are you so determined to stay here?"

"Because I love you Munson. And I want to be with you."

His hold on you tightened. " Okay angel. Stay here and help me graduate so I can come with you next year."

You agreed and pulled up a blanket to cover you both.

" I love you too y/n. I promise to not keep you waiting for long. I'm gonna graduate and we are gonna be together forever."

...

@salenorona23

[baejl]

youth

ateez 9th member au

moon gets a bit sad on her 20th birthday but the boys are always there for her

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Adulthood. What a phase on someone's life.

If she wasn't an idol, Moon would probably be deciding which college she'd go to or what to do now that she's completely in a legal age. But well, that was kind of impossible having the life she has.

"Moon-ie," Yunho called her attention, getting inside her room. She hummed and looked up from her sketchbook. "what are you doing here alone?"

"Just chilling..." Moon shrugged. "Did something happen?" 

"Yeah?" he said with an obvious tone. "The fact that 20 years ago you were getting born?" 

She giggled at him. Usually, she'd love to celebrate her birthday. Going live to have a great time with Atinys, having surprise parties by the members, but not this time. 

2021 was a wonderful professional year for Moon and the boys, but probably one of the worse for her personally. And, as far as her life goes on, she has no clue about what to do. 

Before she could answer him, the door opened, and Mingi stormed into the room. 

"Yo," he called their attention. "why is this party looking like a funeral? Let's eat some cake Wooyoung bought." 

"Oppa, I'm not really-"

"Too bad I didn't ask." he snapped, getting her up from her computer chair. "Let's party a bit."

Mumbling something about wanting to go to bed and that they had a schedule in the morning, Moon still allowed him to drag her from her bedroom to the living room. When she stepped into the living room, Seonghwa was hanging a banner written 'Happy Birthday, little Moon'. 

Moon's heart melted with the fact that even with their busy schedule, they waited until midnight to make all of that. 

"Awn," she pouted. "guys!"

"Mingi-ah!" Hongjoong complained, making Mingi flinch next to Moon. "You were supposed to check if she was sleeping, not to bring her here yet." 

"Oh." Mingi mumbled, forcing a smile. Moon laughed and caressed his shoulder. "Sorry, I guess." 

"Guys, you didn't have to care about it." she said, shaking her head. A picture of Moon when she was a kid photoshopped with some balloons and confetti called her attention. "You even printed this!" she pointed at the banner. 

"You're officially an adult now, Eunji!" Yeosang said, hugging her by her shoulders and slightly shaking her. "Of course we care about it." 

"Is she up?" San showed up in the living room, holding a pix box. When he saw Moon, he forced a grin. "Oh, hi Eunji-nie." 

Moon giggled and waved. 

"Hi, oppa." 

"So... I think this is yours." he said, getting close to her. He passed his arms around her shoulder and hugged her. "Congratulation. I love you." he kissed her forehead before handing her the box. 

Before even opening the box, Moon's eyes started tearing up. The boys cooed and gathered around her. 

"I'm fine." she said, cleaning the tears. "I'm on my period." 

"Oh, it explains a lot." Jongho mumbled behind her. Moon looked at him, annoyed. "I still love you tho." 

"Open it!" Seonghwa said on top of them, already tired of waiting and all that suspense. 

Moon placed the box on the table and started unboxing it. When she lifted the top, the box was full of small gifts. The first thing she took out was a candle. Then she took a frame with the constellation of the day she was born. 

"That was my idea." Wooyoung said, pointing at the frame. Moon giggled. 

"Thank you, Woo." she smiled. 

After taking a few more gifts, such as plushies, some things related to painting and letters, Moon saw a picture on the bottom of the box. She gasped, realising what picture that was. 

She still had her pink hair, none of the boys had their hair dyed yet, and all had the same bowl cut. Most of them still had their braces on, but it wasn't enough for them not to smile. Moon and Jongho still had their uniforms while the rest had their practice clothes. It was their first picture together as nine. 

"Oh, boys..." she sighed, crying. 

"Did you like it?" San asked, almost whispering. 

"I loved it!" she answered, excited. 

"We know you'd like to spend your birthday in another way, but that's the best we could do in five hours." Hongjoong explained, pointing at the messily filled up balloons, the confetti around the room and the banner. 

Without saying much, Moon pulled all the boys for a big hug, hoping that would be enough to show them how grateful she was for having them. 

"Thank you so much, guys." Moon said, still hugging them. "I wouldn't be here without you." Maybe they didn't understand how much they really mean to her, but she just needed to let them know. 

"Now, I need to know this." Yeosang said, stepping back. "What are you going to do now that you are an adult?" 

Moon hummed and pouted, trying to think about something. There's nothing she would want to do that she already hadn't as a minor, and she didn't like alcoholic stuff. 

Expect for one thing. 

She looked straight up to Hongjoong before saying. 

"I want to get my belly button pierced." 

"Oh, my God!" he said, defeated. 

[bolontiku]

"Bullshit"

Avengers AU - Chapter 3

Previous 

Characters: Brock, Reader

Posted: April 9th

A/N: yeah, just gonna leave... leave. . this here... DISCLAIMER: Russian translation via Google (I DO NOT KNOW RUSSIAN)

WARNINGS: tw: emotional/Mental abuse/Manipulating behavior? Some Physical violence

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**Please Do Not Repost My Work**

He was the last person you had expected, you hadn't expected anyone actually. You kept quiet at work about family issues. Your sister had come, she was in a bad place and there was nowhere for her to go.

You owed her. Right? 

After everything she had done for you. You were ungrateful and thought you were better now that you worked for that Stark guy, she just needs a little help, her and her boyfriend would stay for just a little bit.  You could dress up, she helped with your make-up, you were never good at that kind of thing.

You didn't know what looked good on you. This was why you were still single, wasn't it a good thing she had come along? Wasn't it? She could stay a little longer, of course her boyfriend would come visit while she stayed. He could stay too right? Just a couple nights. Don't look at him, no he didn't look at you that way, she wasn't jealous, as if there was a reason. 

You made sure to lock your bedroom door after he accidently knocked you into the wall. He hadn't meant to touch you, Jesus were you so desperate you'd come up with shit?! He. Wasn't. Interested. 

He had her, why would he try to touch you? 

*

Brock jumped when you sat up, nearly dropping the book he had fucked away. "Hey!"

You flinched and curled into a ball, tucking yourself away into the corner of his couch. 

Brock stood slowly, watching as you blinked, eyes searching the room around you. "I brought you home, erm, well, my place." He chuckled, did he sound nervous? He shoved a hand through his hair, "Y/N, did they touch you?"

You jerked your head to look at him, eyes too wide, it gave him a sort of answer and he knew he was going to get in trouble. "NO! N-no! That's not! How-?"

He moved closer sitting opposite you, "you left work crying?"

"Blake?" You asked quietly. 

Brock frowned, he wasn't used to seeing you like this. You who always gave him an easy smile, who sassed him back on the regular, how had he missed it? Blake, why did you know that guys name? But he couldn't hate the guy when he was the one that had been looking for him to help you. Looking at you he wanted to ask questions but from the look you gave him he would do better to ask later. 

"Rooms there, bathroom in there, you can shower and grab whatever fits you. We can get whatever you need another day."

You watched as he got up, stood quick to follow him, "I don't wanna be a bother!"

Brock stopped and turned to face you, "I'm making dinner,  go get you a shower, yeah?"

You twisted your hands together, feeling your chest tighten. You were being trouble, your sister was right, you dropped your gaze and struggled to take a breath. 

Brock should go back. Maybe that chick would fall down the stairs. Maybe that dickhole would lose an arm- the memory of your arms wrapped around his torso made him pause. He wasn't good at this, you needed- that guy would be better for you right now.  He huffed, irritated with himself, he could only offer blunt honesty. You hadn't wanted anyone to know anything so he could ignore all that for now, right? "Ya got a problem with my cooking?"

You looked up at him with a little jump. "I've never tasted your cooking!"

Brock nodded, yeah you needed a little bit of normal right now, he could do that. "Alright then. Go get you a shower and then you can taste my cooking." He stared at you waiting, you blinked, Brock made a shoo-ing motion, "shower… lock the door behind you if you like, you better like fish and veggies."

You stepped towards the room he had motioned to before, shutting and locking the door as instructed. It felt weird to rifle through someone else's drawers. The clothes were all grey or black, you managed to find a white top and a pair of grey sweats with a drawstring you were sure you could tie off. The water was hot on your chilled skin and you watched as it swirled past your toes into the drain. Tears mingled in with the steam, you swallowed the first sob. 

It had happened right?

She had been yelling at you about the yogurt she had bought. You hadn't touched it, you ate enough at the compound, but still it was your fault. You ate too much. Of course it was you. 

The knock at the door had quietened the yelling. He had gone to answer and if she hadn't moved to hit you you wouldn't have made a sound. 

It was the smallest sound really. 

"Y/N?!"

He couldn't be there.

He didn't know where you lived!

But there he was and when you met his gaze it took him a second. It was really kinda scary. You knew how fast he was. He trained with the recruits, he went against the Avengers for training. But… you had been staring at him, with ugly teary eyes, and had sobbed a bit, and then there was nothing in the doorway. 

Not Brock.

Not your sister's boyfriend.

Just air.

And then the sound to your left, of a body being slammed into the wall so hard there was plaster on the floor and you realized, oh God, you realized Brock had his hands around his throat and… and… before you could think you flung yourself around him. 

Because…

Because you weren't worth getting in trouble for. And if he hurt someone- Brock would lose his job or be arrested and you weren't worth it.

*

Brock noticed the red was fresh around your eyes but said nothing and sat a plate in front of you. His clothes were too big on you and it looked like you had tied the string twice, still he couldn't help thinking how cute you looked.

"If you refuse dinner it'll hurt my feelings," he said as you opened your mouth. 

Instead you snapped it shut and stared at the plate in front of you, taking a long drink from the glass of water he set beside the plate. Picking up the fork you waited till he sat and started on his own plate. If you pushed the food around he might not realize-

"Eat."

You forked some fish and followed it with rice and green beans. It was delicious.

Brock kept his eyes on his plate, but was satisfied when you finally began to eat. He had watched you out the corner of his eye, seen you push the food around. He had seen you eat before.

"Good?"

You nodded, feeling sheepish as you realized you had cleared the plate. 

"Good. Take the bedroom, we'll head in early."

You felt your heart sink, "no- I should go back-" his hard stare kept you from saying anymore.

"We'll head in early, they got plenty of your uniforms in shock there so you can get a fresh one. Those two will be worried too. Get some sleep. You're safe here. Lock the door if it helps. Give me a second."

You watched him hurry into the room to come out with a single sheet and a pillow. He motioned for you to go and you swallowed, following his demands. 

"Lock the door!" Came his rough voice through the door. 

You did, pressing your forehead against it for a moment. Taking a fortifying breath you turned to find the bed untouched, had he grabbed extra sheets? Chewing on your bottom lip you stepped into the bathroom, only the bare essentials, no decorations. Brock was very tidy though, no mess and his bed was made military style. 

You shut the lamp off and slipped in, immediately appreciating the cool sheets against your skin. Curling into a ball you stared at the lamp. 

You wondered if it had come with the apartment or if he had gone out to buy it? You pictured him in the store looking over lamps and the image that conjured made you smile.

Brock took in a deep breath. If you came out to find him missing you might panic, so leaving to kill a couple people in the middle of the night might not be a good idea.

A thought occurred to him as he laid there and listened to your quiet weeping and he reached for his phone.

*

Natasha stared at her phone. 

What the fuck was Rumlow texting her for? IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT NO LESS.

Wait. How the fuck did that bastard get her number?

And why would she meet with him the next morning?!

No. 

She would NOT. 

No. 

"дурь несусветная" 

[crackheadenergy101]

Six feet under pt2

Summary: Seth has stopped talking to you and left you in the dust hanging out with new friends, you accept the ending of the friendship and move on, now one glance and he’s asking for you back you give him the hard truth despite your tiny lingering feelings reader gender is anonymous

A/n: pt 2, I wanted to get a view on how seth would've felt, many people would've never made him give up on getting you back but like I read that being rejected can destroy the imprinter almost pushing them to ending their life, so I feel like he would feel like shit he's not like sam who will come back on purpose to try again he's a teen boy who will cry about it and will only come cause of the pull, out of respect for your decision and this series might have a bittersweet ending cause I feel like James is a really sweet guy and doesn't deserve that, and that's another thing when people write the reader moving they make it seem like the guy/girl there dating is terrible, like rude, snobby, etc, like there are 8 billion people in the world I'm pretty sure that seth ( as much as I love him) isn't the only good guy left. Also Seth is kinda emotional wrecked here so yeah :D

Warning: sad, crying, just no happy feelings all around

Shit.

Seth felt like absolute shit, he never knew he could feel so...bad, he wasn't looking too great either as his beard and mustache grew out of control, his hair was unruly, and as bad as that sounded he smelt worse. “ seth come on... You need to eat” Leah said outside his locked door, seth curls himself into a ball and mutters a sentence only a supernatural like him, could hear “ leave it at my door...please.” Leah gives a shaky sigh before talking once more.

“ seth...can I come in?” she said softly, seth sits up and gives a tired groan “....fine”

Seth quickly opens the door and looks down at his older sister, he steps away and returns to his messy bed quickly, Leah steps in to see darkness, Seth windows were covered up plates dirty dishes stacked on the floor corner of his bed, and his desk. “ sit wherever” he mutters, Leah sits on the edge of his bed, his old dirty clothes drop on the floor as she does “ how have you been doing” seth feels his tears come back up from the question.

Why did she have to remind him of the pain he so desperately wanted gone, “ not...great” seth feels snot and tears fall and he curls up even more “ I feel like shit” he begins to cry “ I miss them...” Leah rubs her brother back in a motherly way and sighs. She didn't know what to say, she wanted to make you seem like the bad guy she really did but she just couldn't, seth did the same thing to you, you cried the same way he's crying, you didn't really owe seth anything as cold as it sounded, but it still couldn't excuse the fact how much she hated you for leaving seth like this.

You weren't a bad person, but she still kinda disliked you

If only she knew you felt the same way

“Seth cmon let's go on a walk ok?” seth sits up and doesn't face his very concerned sister “ ok.”

Seth drags his feet on a broken concrete road, kicking sticks n stones out of his way “ I don't know what to do anymore Leah.” Leah quickly looks up and listens, since this was his first sentence out of the house “ I miss them, and I can't get them b-back” seth feels tears come down, Leah gives a sad smile “ we'll find a way, ok?” seth doesn't respond but nods in agreement. God, he felt like a child all over again he grimaces and kicks and a large stone in retaliation for his emotions.

They begin walking towards Sam's house, seth gives the best smile he can give to an incoming Emily “ oh my God seth, I've missed you...are you ok?” Leah nudges Emily's shoulder and Emily quickly understands “ w-well I made your favorite “ seth follows ignoring any attempts of conversation on Emily's end. He didn't want to be rude he was just so...tired

The only energy he had left was thrown out when he cried for the 9th time today 100th times this week, Seth begins eating not even noticing the pack walking through the doors and Rachel and Kim walking towards them. “ hey Seth...” Seth lifts his head towards the voice and see’s Renesmee standing next to Jacob, “ hey.” Seth mentally groans.

They acted so...awkward around him, their pitiful expressions didn’t make him feel better it did the exact opposite it Made him furious, did they honestly think a few little pitiful smiles were gonna make him feel better about the situation he thought, he knew there just trying to be nice but sometimes it felt like they were just making him want to avoid people even more. He returns to his eating sometimes listening in to what they were saying, Leah looks at her younger brother giving a quiet sigh

The only way he can get better is if....

You shift in your warm bed as you hear your boyfriend talking to you abruptly, “ n/n” you give a tired groan and wake up “ I made you breakfast” you get up at the word breakfast and grin. “ God, so fast when it comes to food,” James says jokingly, he lays the dish on your lap and you quickly begin to eat, James lays next to you and begins picking off your plate. You give him a groan which was muffled by the pancakes, you also smack his bigger hand,

“ make-” your statement was cut short as you hear, your phone ring so loudly James grabs it and reads the name to you out loud earning a blank emotion from your part

“Jacob”

You swallow before placing your utensils down

I forgot to block him you thought, you feel yourself become uneasy, god why was he calling you felt like you were gonna throw up. You felt a bit dramatic but you were always like this, bad situations like this always made you sick. “ want me to cancel? “ James voice brings you back and you begin to calm down

You place the food beside your bed and grab the phone “ no, it’s....fine”

You answer the phone and gulp and give a shakey sigh, James gives you comforting smile which calmed your fast beating heart rate a bit “ hello? “

“ hey...y/n”

“ we kinda need to talk” you felt yourself get nervous again but give a breath “ about what?” Jacob goes quiet before answering your question “ Seth- p-please just come to sams h-house p-please” you hear muffled yelling in background and soon the phone hanging up. You turn to James and he gives a curious smile

God he always so smiley you thought, always knows how to cheer a kid up .

You give an explanation of what’s going on to James and he gives an understanding yet confused nod, you both sit in his fathers car in silence till he decided to speak. “ hey....just know what happens, I’m still here for you you know that, right?” You give a small lopsided smile and nodded, James slowly stops in front of sams house before turning to you

“ I’m glad, now chin up”

You wonder, what would you do without him

“Hey.”

“Hey....”

[atinymonster]

from the heart

ateez 9th member.

jiyu’s heartfelt confessions on the beach during ateez treasure film.

smaller text is the editor’s comments! also just a heads up, i’m considering not using the taglist after this post :(

➴ taglist: @galacticstxrdust, @banhmi07, @jiyeons-closet, @jaeminpeachy

➴ masterlist

“Don’t cry, Ji!” Hongjoong called after her as the boys watched her run to the the staff on the shore. Well, more like waddle–run.

“Don’t jinx it!” she shouted back.

[The leader loves teasing the maknae ㅋㅋㅋ]

Hearing the other members’ confessions was an emotional rollercoaster for her—one minute, she was laughing at Wooyoung for confessing his wrongdoings in the ramen incident, then the next, she was tearing up at San and Seonghwa’s confessions about their doubts and insecurities.

As for her, a lot of people might think she doesn’t have many worries due to her calm, yet bright personality that she shows. But looks could be decieiving, right?

She bit her lip in thought as she fiddled with the little ATEEZ flag in her hand.

[Jiyu seems to have a lot to say...]

“Everyone!” she cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted with all her might. Hearing them all shout back, she smiled before taking another deep breath. “First of all! I’m sorry if me being the only girl makes any of you uncomfortable! My addition to your group must have been weird, and I was scared of being a burden to you all!”

[The maknae feels sorry as she opens up her heart.]

This was something Jiyu never confided in anyone. She always thought her addition to the group was frowned upon, despite the encouragement and love from ATINY over the years. It hurt in the beginning before their debut to read the negative comments, saying that her addition would only bring them down, or that she wouldn’t add anything to the group.

In the beginning, it got so bad to the point where she was always anxious whenever they had a public appearance. Meeting fans was so hard for her, but she never told anyone, not even her members.

Feeling herself tear up once again, she sheepishly chuckled before fanning her face. She hasn’t cried this much in a day in years. The staff members handed her tissues, whispering words of comfort to the young girl.

[The youngest finally cries...]

The eight boys’ hearts ached at her confession. Rather than feeling weird, they were all mainly worried for her; worried if she could handle living with eight boys, worried if she could handle the rigorous choreographies (which they figured out later that she seemed to handle it better than some of them), and most of all, worried about netizens negative comments towards her.

“We never thought it was weird!” Yunho shouted, trying to reassure her from the fenced area.

San shouts after. “You’re our baby monster! Who made you think that?”

“Yunho and Mingi can give them a visit! Their height can be intimidating!” Wooyoung added, making Jiyu tearily chuckle.

[The boys’ hope their sincerety reaches the youngest.]

“But most of all!” she continued, “Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking me in when I had an uncertain future! You’ve shown me nothing but kindness and love since the beginning and I really really appreciate it! Despite our little arguments and differences, you were all really open–minded and tried to find the middle ground with me! And—”

She suddenly remembered the night where she revealed her broken family story to them, making her choke on her tears again. “I really consider you all to be part of my family! And I really mean it when I say that if I was given the option again to debut with you all or not, I’d always chose you guys! Negative comments and all!”

She made a big heart over her head. “I love you all!”

[And Jiyu hopes her sincerety reaches them.]

“We love you, too!” they all shouted back, each mimicking her and making a big heart with their arms over their heads.

[Their sincerety reached one another.]

With a satisfied smile, Jiyu bowed to the staff before running back. Seonghwa immediately wrapped her up into a comforting hug before using his jacket to gently wipe her teary eyes. “We never considered you a burden, little one,” he mumbled, rubbing her head as he rocked her from side–to–side. Jiyu peered up in his embrace, eyes starting to water once again.

“Aigo, she’s crying again,” he cooed, affectionately ruffling her hair. “But he’s right. You’ve been an amazing addition to the family. Trust me, you were a breath of fresh air from these kids.” he teased, but his tone was full of love.

“Remember, nine makes one team!” Yunho added, as he and the others joined in on the group hug.

“Who was I going to tease for being the new youngest if you weren’t here?” Jongho playfully added, succeeding in making her snort.

“Thank you guys. For everything you’ve done and more.”

Everything she’s confessed, all of her love that she proclaimed, it was all from the bottom of her heart. And if she had the option of debuting solo, or even in a girl group, she’d reject them just to join the eight boys once again in their journey.

[Their love is making us cry, too ㅠㅠ]

[okskz]

Closure.

Mia + Changbin

mia stops by the dorms to grab some more belongings only to have find a little something while rummaging through her room.

hope you guys enjoy! please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated!

[9th Member of Stray Kids]

Mia was currently in the elevator, waiting for it to arrive to the floor where the dorms were located at. She was stopping by to grab a few more things to take with her to Elsy’s apartment. With the cold weather coming, she needed her hoodies and sweatpants. Not only that, she felt like visiting the boys. It had been awhile since she’s seen them. But now with her promotions with Elsy had ended, she had much free time in her hands to see them frequently.

It’s been a bit more than over a month since she’s left and she was beginning to think maybe it was time for her to go back to the dorms. Although she indeed loved Elsy and appreciated letting her stay for as long as she wanted, she knew she had to go back soon. This was her home. There was a part of her that thought she was ready but then a tiny part of her also thought she wasn’t ready. She was conflicted.

When she reached the dorm, the door was locked. That only told her no one was home. Slipping in her key, Mia slowly opened her door only to be met with silence. She was right, no one was home.

A little bummed out, Mia still went ahead to grab the things she was looking for in her room. She already had a couple of sweatpants folded on her bed as she began going through the drawer that her, Changbin and Felix shared for some of their clothes.

She was looking for her hoodie, knowing it was in the very last drawer. When she opened it, one of Changbin’s sweaters was folded up on top of hers. Gently taking it out, she reached for the hoodie she was looking for. But as soon as she took it out the drawer, a small black box caught Mia’s attention.

Curiosity got the best of her as she found herself reaching down to grab it. Mia twirled it around in her hands before actually opening it. And when she did, she let out a small gasp.

It was the ring.

And it was absolutely beautiful. Mia had took it out of the box, staring at all the little details on it. The ring was rose gold with diamonds around it. And in the middle was a heart shaped diamond. It was definitely the most prettiest ring Mia has ever seen. But what was it doing in there? Was it, for her?

Mia was too in her thoughts about the ring that she never heard the front door of the dorms open and shut of Changbin’s arrival.

He knew someone was home because of the door being unlocked. He entered his room and saw Mia. “Hey-“ but stopped himself when seeing she was crouched down, holding something in her hands.

Changbin gulped a little, fearing that Mia had found the ring. And mentally facepalming himself at not doing a better job at hiding it.

Mia flinched a little from hearing Changbin enter. She slowly turned herself around as she stood up, still holding onto the ring. Changbin could see it and he gulped a second time when his eyes darted to Mia’s, seeing her eyes get watery.

“W-what, what is this?” She breathed out, stuttering on her words.

Changbin let out a sigh. “A promise ring.”

Mia looked down at it in her hand then back up at Changbin. “W-was it for me?”

He took a second to respond back, the silence only giving Mia an answer but still, she wanted to hear it from him. “Yes.” Changbin whispered, causing Mia’s breath get caught in her throat. And that was when one tear began sliding down her as her lips began to quiver.

Changbin went up to her, wiping away her tears with his thumb, then hugging her. Mia buried her face against his chest as she clung onto the back of his shirt tightly, causing more tears to slip out of her. “You were going to give me a promise ring?” She muffled, choking up in her words.

Changbin nodded. “Yes, I was.” He took a deep breath, letting it out.

His answer only caused Mia to tightly shut her eyes as she began crying more. Changbin could feel himself wanting to cry as well but held it in for the sake of wanting to be stronger.

“I still love you.” Mia cried.

Changbin’s grip on her got tighter. “I’ve never stopped.”

And it was true, with the many days the two spent apart trying to move on from their relationship, a tiny part of them still had so much love for each other.

The two stayed silent for awhile, still hugging each other tightly before Changbin broke the silence. “Come here, I think it’s time we finally talk about where we stand now.” He grabbed Mia’s hand, sitting on his bed and Mia sitting next to him.

“You’re right. But first let’s talk about this.” She said, waving the ring.

“Ah, yes.” He took the ring away from her, staring at it as memories from when he got it came back. The pure excitement he had when he thought about finally giving it to her for their anniversary. “It was going to be your anniversary gift.” He said in a low voice.

“But then, well, you know what happened.”

Mia nodded her head, knowing what Changbin was implying to. They never made it to their one year anniversary.

Changbin let out a sigh. “I’ll be honest. Breaking up with you wasn’t the easiest decision I ever made. It was hard, I didn’t want to do it. But I knew it was probably for the best and I want you to understand that. I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I’m so sorry if I did.”

“And then you left. It was horrible seeing you leave, and I knew it was probably my fault you wanted to go. But I understood you wanted to go.” He said.

Mia bit on her lip. “Being away has helped me quite a lot.” She whispered. “And even though I felt broken over the break up, I understood more on why you did it.” She sighed. “It’s definitely getting better to see you more.”

Changbin slightly smiled as he turned to look at Mia. “You’ve seen more happy lately. I like that.” He then sighed. “Things definitely will be different between us. But i know avoiding each other isn’t going to help. We’re still in the same group after all.”

“D-Do you regret this? Our relationship?”

“Never.” He replied. “Did you?”

“When I was hurting, yes. But I definitely don’t. I loved our relationship. And even before we got together.” She slightly chuckled on the last part.

“Think we could ever go back to that?” He smiled.

“I don’t know.” Mia answered while grinning. “But like you said, things between us will be different and it’s gonna take a few steps for us to go back to normal.”

“For sure.” He smiled. The both standing up, facing each other. “And you come back when you’re ready okay? No rush.”

“Actually.” Mia began. “I think I’m ready to come back home now.”

Changbin’s eyes widened from hearing Mia. This was all he ever wanted from the moment she had left. “Really? Like are you super positive?”

“Yes.” Mia breathed out. “I think having this talk with you about our relationship is what I needed. Kind of like a little closure, you know?”

Talking to Changbin made Mia realize that maybe they could make it work. For days of trying to avoid him, she felt this conversation was well needed, it being the last thing to finally move on from the break up. They may have been broken up, but she still missed him more than their relationship. Mia finally knew she was ready. And home is where she wanted to be.

“I get what you mean.” He smiled at her.

The two hugged each other one more time, it was nice. And it made Mia feel a lot more better. “So what about this?” She questioned the ring.

“Uh. I’m not sure.” He shrugged. “It’ll be put away for now, I guess.” He said, Mia nodding.

When the two broke apart, they were going to head out to the living room, Mia mentioning to Changbin she wanted to grab her things and bring them back. But when the two entered, all eyes of their members were on them.

“Um, hello?” Mia said.

“Are you guys back together?” Jeongin questioned.

“No.” The two said in sync.

Mia looked over at Changbin then at the group. “We just- we had a little talk, that’s all.”

“Yeah.” Changbin agreed.

“And uh, hope you guys still want me back, because I’m coming home.” She smiled.

The boys were caught off guard but once realizing what Mia had said, they began smiling and cheering. “Finally! You’re coming back home.” Jisung cheered.

Felix hugged Mia tightly, swaying her side to side. And Jeongin coming up from behind. Soon enough, the whole group was hugging Mia. Even though she didn’t like much skinship, she definitely didn’t mind this.

It only made her realize she was happy to be returning back home.

[doyumacy]

𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙬𝙤𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙜𝙞𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚 (𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 7𝙠

𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙬𝙤𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩. 𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙖𝙙. 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙩. 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙮:’)

𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥

𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺

january 9th 20XX

it's the day you met jungwoo and you have longed for snowflakes ever since.

you two have known each other for 6 years, after you moved houses when you were 15 and jungwoo was 16. and you think you've been in love with him for all 6.

january 19th present day

it’s the day you confessed your feelings to him and since that day, things haven't been the same.

(...)

so here you are, 21 now, on his bed listening to the older beg you to go out for drinks with their friends.

“baby cheeks, please! it won’t be any fun without you!,” he pouts.

baby cheeks. you love the nickname he gave you time ago. and you can't say no when he pouts.

“okay, okay. i’ll come if you shut up,” you comply.

a small, fond smile passing over his face as he ruffles your hair. "awesome! tonight’s going to be so much fun! i'm gonna text heejin you're coming. ” he grabs his phone

you frown. "who's heejin?"

"oh, didn't i tell you about her?" jungwoo asks, typing on his phone. you shake your head. "she's my... girlfriend-to-be?"

that hurt. you feel your heart drop.

"i didn't know you had a girlfriend," you almost choke on the words.

"we're not dating officially yet, but she will be," he smiles. "you're gonna love her and she's excited to meet you."

forcing yourself to smile even wider, you think you feel something crack as you say, "i'm so happy for you! and yeah, i'd love to meet her."

(...)

heejin laughs, separating herself from jungwoo and looping her arm through yours. "i like you. i have a feeling we're going to be good friends."

you groan to yourself. why do you have to be nice? why can't you be mean and bratty?

you're at the local bar you always go to with jungwoo and your friends sooyoung, yuta, jaehyun and donghyuck. and his soon-to-be girlfriend heejin. you aren't sure how much longer you can go without tearing up, so you excuse yourself and go to the restroom. you haven't told anyone about it, not even sooyoung who you've known since you were 6. sliding down the wall, you bury your face in your knees and take deep breaths until you can't fight it anymore. letting the sobs take over, you aren't sure how long you can sit there, but it feels like hours.

by the time you calm down, you decide you can't face jungwoo again and leave the restroom without being noticed. you text him telling him you felt sick and you need to go to your place.

when you arrive at your place, you take a look at yourself: puffy eyes, red eyes and messed up hair. you go into your room, lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling until you fall asleep.

after waking up, you check your phone and find 8 texts, 5 from jungwoo asking if you felt better.

ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ɴᴀᴘ. ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ.

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨: ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ?

ɴᴏ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ. ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨: ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜʀᴇ? :(

ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ʙᴇꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴡ? ʟᴍᴀᴏ

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨: ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ. ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨: ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪꜰ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢꜰ ɴᴏᴡ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ...

you shut off your phone and bury your face in your pillow. why is this so hard? you need to get over him.

jungwoo is an engineering major student and is in his final year, while you're a political science student.

on monday, you show up to your administrative law class and sit next to jaehyun who is majoring in the same thing as you. he gives you a look. "you don't look sick."

you glance at him and shrug. "meds were invented for something."

jaehyun tilts his head, looking at you. "is your disease called perhaps 'jungwoo having a girlfriend'?"

you roll your eyes. "i don't give a shit about his soon-to-be girlfriend."

"not his soon-to-be girlfriend. they went official yesterday," jaehyun opens his instagram app and shows you a pic jungwoo posted with her.

you feel sick again and you can feel your heart breaking into million pieces. you put on your fakest smile. "i'm happy for him, she's nice."

jaehyun places a hand on your back. "you're a terrible liar. thank god you're majoring in political science because you would starve being an actress."

you laugh, holding your tears up. "shut up, i don't wanna cry in the middle of the classroom."

he sighs and starts rubbing your back gently with the palm of his hand. "if you need a shoulder to cry on, i happen to have two."

after the class is done, you and jaehyun go to his car where you cry like a mad person. he doesn't say a single word, doesn't make a single noise, as you cry on his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you.

“why am i not good enough?” your head whips upwards, eyes dripping eyeliner and bloodshot. jaehyun stares.

“hey, no. you’re good enough. you're way too good–” he tries rattling off more but you furiously shake your head, hands moving to cling onto his shirt front. the watery, red eyes stare up at jaehyun and he can feel the pain in them so much that his chest aches.

“he'll never look at me the way i do,” you manage, your voice low, raising to a wracking sob, and then ending in a gasping breath. you drop your face into his chest.

“trust me, you’re not the problem. he is just... blind.”

"yeah, sure.” you lean back and start wiping your own face with both hands. “i've fucked guys to get him out of my mind but i can't.”

he sighs. "yeah. i get you."

you look at him. "who is it?"

he glances at you, doubtful. "sooyoung."

you cry again. because he understands how you feel. sooyoung is your best friend, therefore you know everything about her and you know she will never be interested in jaehyun.

he laughs watching you cry because he knows you have stopped crying over jungwoo. he throws gently your hair over your shoulder. "we're not a lost cause. we can still meet someone that erases our feelings for them."

"i've been in love with him for 6 years," you sigh and lower your head. "i wanna hate him but i can't."

"you'll be okay," he plants a kiss on your forehead.

"i wish i was in love with you," you say.

he chuckles. "we'd be so chaotic. c'mon, let's have lunch. it's on me."

jungwoo enters the cafeteria holding hands with heejin. as they're finding a clear table, he spots you having lunch with jaehyun. nothing weird, you two met through him and are friends.

as he's walking with heejin towards where you are with jaehyun, he feels a weird feeling when jaehyun leans too close to you to remove something from your face. you laugh at something he says and jaehyun ruffles your hair like he does. a pinch to his stomach. that is what he feels.

that is when jungwoo realizes he doesn't like sharing, especially the thing he loves the most. you. his best friend.

"why can't we sit just the two of us?" heejin pouts. "i didn't get to see you today all morning."

jungwoo shakes his head and looks at his girlfriend. she's right. "okay. let's find a table."

they pass next to jaehyun and you and they greet you waving their hands off. you fake a smile to them and when they're far enough, you roll your eyes. "does it make me a bad person that i wanna punch them in the face?"

jaehyun shrugs. "i wanted to punch johhny everyday when he was dating sooyoung."

"i guess we're bad people," you scrunch your nose and jaehyun chuckles.

ʏɴᴋᴍᴏᴛᴏ😺: ʏᴏ ɢᴜʏꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰʀɪᴅᴀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʀᴇ ᴜ ꜰʀᴇᴇ?

ᴊᴀᴇᴊᴀᴇ🤠: ʏᴇᴀʜ

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨: ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ. ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ɢɪʀʟ

ʜʏᴜᴄᴋ☀️: ᴇᴡ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ꜰʀᴇᴇ

ꜱᴏᴏ😻: ʏᴜᴘ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ?

ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴜ ꜱᴀʏ

ʏɴᴋᴍᴏᴛᴏ😺: ᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ 3 ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴀɢᴏ? ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴊ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜꜱ ɪɴ.

ʜʏᴜᴄᴋ☀️: ᴅᴜᴅᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴍꜰɢ

ꜱᴏᴏ😻: ʜᴏʟʏ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴅ

ᴊᴀᴇᴊᴀᴇ🤠: ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴜ ʏᴜᴛᴀ

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨:  ɢᴜʏꜱ :/

ʜʏᴜᴄᴋ☀️: ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴇᴊɪɴ

ʟᴏʟ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ?

ʏɴᴋᴍᴏᴛᴏ😺: 9 ᴘᴍ !!!

heejin ends up cancelling her movie date with jungwoo since she was feeling a bit under the weather. jungwoo, after spending an amount of time with her, he decides to leave so she can rest and drive to the club where his friends and you are.

january 19th present day

it's midnight already but he thinks he can still have fun.

walking into the bar dressed down in jeans and a white shirt he has certainly not expected you to be dancing on a table in a mini skirt.

you are shrieking out the lyrics to ‘gimme more’ by britney spears dancing in high heels dangerously on a wobbly table. for a moment all jungwoo can do is stare in astonishment at the sight. he knows that you are drunk. wasted.

there are boys below cheering you on and smacking your ass. he looks for his friends and he sees them in a worse state than you. jaehyun takes sooyoung in his arms and looks at him. "take care of y/n?"

he nods. jungwoo needs to take you out of here.

“y/n!” jungwoo calls out, not wanting any of these idiots to know your name.

you obviously don't hear him. so pushing himself through the crowd calls out again.

“y/n! for god’s sake get down!” he shouts.

“hellosir,” you slur obviously drunk

“hey move over!” one of the older men tries to shove him over but he doesn't budge

“y/n let me take you home.”

“why would i want to go home, when i’m having so much fun here? come up here and help me dance.” you grab his shirt and pull him up to you pulling him closer.

“y/n…” he stiffens not wanting to know what on earth is going through your head

“have a bit of fun!” pulling him closer he notices what you are wearing.

of rather what you aren't really wearing. a sweater with just two bottoms, one of them slightly open and he can see your stomach and your spilling out breasts and your skirt is so short it only just covers your ass showing off your long legs. and your heels are ridiculously high making you just as tall as him.

“y/n just come with me.”

suddenly you place your hands on his shoulder and kiss his lips, leading cheers from the whole crowd. jungwoo hears some murmuring going on.

“god she would be good to fuck.” his inner voice is growling at them

but right now he is more worried about what you are doing.

“hey move over!”

“yeah let us have our share!” the calls from the crowd really makes him growl this time

“no one touches her.” his voice is dangerously low only making a few of them back away.

suddenly one of the bigger men comes out.

“let us have her or you’re going to regret it.” he commands trying to grab a reeling you from his clasp

“not going to happen. move away so i can take her home.” he tries to steady you who is trying to stand up

suddenly he is in the middle of a fight. This person is pretty pathetic just lashing out, no style, no training. it doesn't take much before he is on the ground his nose bleeding gushing out some pretty nasty bruises all over him. looking up in horror he backs away.

“anyone else want to try?” jungwoo growls down low seeing terror in everyone’s eyes there is no scratch on him, no bruises, no nothing.

seeing that no one else is going to try and put his grubby hands on you, he bends down and picks you up in his arms and walks out. he is half-way to his car when you start talking at first nonsense but something makes him stop.

“that’s why i love you, jungwoo.” he hears  you mumble.

he feels numb not knowing what to think. he wants to believe that it is just the alcohol.

“drunk confessions are something i could do without.” jungwoo mumbles gently, putting you into the back of the car strapping you in and driving as fast as he dares to get your apartment. as soon as he gets there he notices that you are barely awake still mumbling nonsense about jimmy fallon looking hot? he laughs.

carrying you to your apartment, he decided just to put you into bed with a bucket by your side. jungwoo slips you under the covers hoping that you will be warm enough.

“i sometimes dont think youre real, you're so handsome and i love you and i can't believe you're da-” you never finish your drunk sentence vomiting into the bucket that jungwoo grabbed.

he runs to you and holds your hair in a bun. after a few thrusts, you finish throwing up and throw yourself to the bed, laying on your back. jungwoo sighs. “i’ll get you some water, okay?”

you nod, almost falling asleep. jungwoo goes to the kitchen and grabs a glass pouring some water on it. he returns to your room just to find you sleeping. he leaves the glass on your  nightstand because he's sure you're gonna wake up sometime during what's night thirsty.

jungwoo is about to leave your room when you sit on your bed. he leans against the doorframe and looks at you, almost laughing. “what's up with you?”

you pout. “jungwoo”

“what do you need?” he walks to you.

“you. i love you.”

“i know. i love you, too, baby cheeks.”

“no,” you groan and grab his shirt. “i love you. romantically. i’m truly, madly and deeply in love with you.”

jungwoo sighs and removes your hand from his shirt. “no, you don't y/n. go to sleep.”

“i am in love with you, jungwoo,” you cry, wrapping your arms around his waist. “i have always been in love with you. can i kiss you? please.”

jungwoo closes his eyes and yanks himself off free. “i’m sorry, y/n. i’m with heejin now. respect that.”

“fuck her,” you growl. “she doest deserve you. i do. fuck her.”

“y/n…”

“fine. go with her. fuck you two.”

“you know it doesn't have to be this way,” jungwoo looks at you.

“get out!” you throw him a pillow he manages to dolge. “get the fuck out!”

as expected, you do remember everything that happened last night. you know you fucked up by telling jungwoo your feelings towards him and you confirm he has never and will never have feelings for you.

you cry when you take a shower, having a really bad headache and your heartbroken. you don't know what to do to fix things. you know it will never be the same again.

"i thought you might need this.” jaehyun comes walking through holding a glass of water and an aspirin.

you're at jaehyun's apartment. his roommate sicheng is out to get some groceries. you sit up. "will this erase my memory?" you take the glass and the aspirin.

"i don't think so," he scrunches his nose.

you sigh and take the medicine. "why did you even let him take me home? i was a threat."

"sooyoung was in a worse state than you, yuta was hooking up with some girl in the restroom and donghyuck was high as hell," he sits next to you.

"i thought he wasn't going to go," you groan.

"so did i," he puts an arm on the sofa's back. "at least he knows how you feel."

"like it's worth it," you rest your head on his shoulder. "i wanna cry again but i cried the whole morning and my head is killing me."

"i'll tell you what," he leans forward and looks at you. "we're gonna forget sooyoung and jungwoo. we need to move on, we have no hope with them. why do we need to be the ones crying over them?"

you bite your lip and nod. he's right. fuck them.

you don't know when it happens, but at some point jungwoo has stopped talking to you and the rest of the guys. he’s always with heejin, doing this and doing that. always excusing himself saying he has no time and he's busy with college and his girlfriend. you text him but never get a reply. there's a time when your messages don't get delivered and you can tell he has blocked you.

great. thanks for nothing. you think.

on the other hand, jaehyun and you grow closer. you're always at his place or he's always at yours.

it's been months since the last time you and jungwoo talked. he seems happy with heejin and they are always together. you’re still in love with jungwoo, but you’re doing your best to move on.

it’s clear to you jungwoo don't wanna be your friend anymore and it hurts you the way he just disappeared from your life. after many years of friendship.

by summer, everyone leaves on vacation but you stay since your parents decide to go on a cruise to celebrate their 23rd anniversary and you’re happy they can take time to spend time together. and you wish you can ever have that.

jaehyun comes back from paris and he’s eager to see you. and so are you. after he planes land in town, he takes a cab to your place and the moment you open the door, he hugs you and lifts you up.

"bon retour," you tease, hugging him.

he chuckles and kisses your cheek. "god, i just wanted the plane to land so i could see you."

"it seems to me you missed me," you say and you shut the door.

"i did," he nods and places his backpack next to the door. "how are you?"

"i'm great, i'm getting a jump on next semester's work," you smile. "you want something to drink or eat?"

"that's good," he smiles back at you. "i was actually thinking of taking you out."

you cock an eyebrow. "taking me out?"

he nods and giggles nervously. "i uhm... want to talk to you about something."

you know what he is going to say. you want it too. but you thought you were just being delusional. turns out you're not.

"okay... then i'm gonna put on decent clothes," you smirk.

"i'll wait... here," he points out your couch.

he doesn't know why he's feeling nervous. maybe because you might say no and he can't get his heartbroken again. but he's gonna take the chance again.

you take a deep breath and check your reflection for the last more time. you look good. you run your fingers through your hair and pull it into a loose ponytail, just enough to keep it out of your eyes.

“this place is amazing,” you marvel at the subtle beauty of the room.

jaehyun smirks. "i wanted to bring you here before, but school was kicking our butts."

“and then you left to paris,” you say, scooping up a bit of a vegetable and chewing delightedly.

“yeah i know, but i did miss you so bad,” he pouts.

"a month without me, that's what it causes," you shrug, smiling.

he chuckles, nodding. then he goes quiet for almost a minute. "i… the real reason why i brought you here is to confess something.”

you look at him. jaehyun tries to slow his racing heart and looks you in the eye. “i don't know how it happened, but i haven’t been able to get you off my mind." your cheeks turn pink. “i know saying this will probably ruin our friendship, but i wanted to say I love you, y/n." he exhales heavily and waits for you to say something.

you already knew it, but still, your jaw drops and your face flushes pinker than a rose. “do you mean it?”you whisper. jaehyun nods and takes your hand in his own. “with all your heart?”

“with all my heart.”

you sigh and rest your forehead against his. "i love you, too."

"ew, you two are being gross right now. get a room," donghyuck says as you and jaehyun share a kiss.

you return the favour with your middle finger. donghyuck laughs. "the library has a nice spot where you two can fuck, you know?"

"hyuck, go away," jaehyun groans.

"fine, as if i want to see you two making out," donghyuck stands up. "ooo, jungwoo's coming. bye."

he flees the scene leaving you two alone with jungwoo walking surprisingly alone. your heart skips a beat for a minute and you wish he could greet you, at least give you a smile but he ignores you two when he passes next to your table.

asshole.

it's true. you have been with jaehyun for a month but it doesn't mean you don't love jungwoo anymore. in fact, you still wish he loved you back.

jaehyun sighs, placing his hands on his tights. he knows it's hard for you but sometimes he wishes you weren't that obvious.

you stare at him. "sorry."

"it's okay," he gives you a gentle smile. "we should go, we have class in 10 minutes."

you whine. "i hate finances."

"so do i. cmon, baby," he takes your hand standing up.

jungwoo has pretty much everything he always wanted. rich, attending one of the greatest universities so close to graduate and currently top of his class in rankings. still, life had been hard on him recently. it all started when you confessed your feelings to him. why did his heart start jumping like a middle school boy?

jungwoo knows he's a total dickhead. you confessed him your feelings and he just ran away as if you have confessed you committed a murder. the idea of you two together showed up in his mind and his heart melted. why? he didn't understand and he didn't want to.

but he got scared. he never thought of you like that and got even more scared because he didn't mind it at all.

no. he’s in love with heejin. he loves heejin. they have been together for 8 months now and he's the happiest he's ever been.

right? of course..

then why seeing you with jaehyun makes him so angry? and why does he want to punch him when he kisses you?

he groans to himself. he's being ridiculous.

you can date whoever you want to. he doesn't care.

(...)

“i don't understand why you are being a bitch to me,” you frown, looking at sooyoung.

“maybe because you are a bitch,” she states, placing her hands on her waist.

“excuse me? what did i even do to you to speak to me like that?”

“you know jaehyun was into me, and yet you're dating him!” sooyoung crosses her arms on her chest.

you tilt your head in surprise. “you didn't even like him!”

“i didn't back then, but i do now!”

you're speechless. you know sooyoung can be sometimes selfish, but this time she reached a new type of selfishness. it’s not fair.

“are you even listening to yourself?” you give her a questioning look. “you rejected him many times, breaking his heart and now he has finally moved on, you suddenly like him? you’re incredible, sooyoung.”

“no. this is what you do, y/n.” she laughs, bitterly. “you jump from guy to guy trying to call their attention and this time you couldn't get jungwoo you got into jaehyun’s pants. have some loveself. please.”

“fuck you, sooyoung.” you stare at her. “i’m so glad you never got together because you would’ve ruined him.”

“you bitch,” sooyoung throws herself to you, pulling your hair.

“sooyoung!” you bark out, trying to pull her away from you, but she grabs your jaw squeezing it. “fuck off!”

“i fucking hate you, you stupid bitch!” she slaps you in the face.

“back the fuck off, sooyoung,” you hiss, pushing her away.

“you always play the victim when you're nothing but an asshole!” she pushes you.

“stop. i don't wanna hurt you,” you warn her.

she laughs. “please. you’re nothing.”

sooyoung approaches you and pushes you again. “whore.”

you press your lips together, trying to keep your shit together. she pushes you again, making you stumble. that's it. you've lost your patience. you punch her in the nose. sooyoung growls and reaches up her hand to catch a few drops of blood. “youre a fucking animal.”

“i warned you,” you look at her.

jaehyun and yuta who are approaching you two see the scene and run towards you.

then, you feel sooyoung’s fist in your lips. it hurt a lot. soon you have blood dripping from it. you're about to throw a second punch when you feel someone’s arm wrapping around your waist. “that’s enough, y/n.”

it’s jaehyun. you see yuta taking sooyoung away, kicking in the air. you don't realise your jaw is clenched until you exhale heavily. when you're calmed, jaehyun yanks yourself free and you turn around. you sigh and lower your head, ashamed. “i’m sorry you had to see that.”

“what the hell was that, y/n? you assaulted, sooyoung.” he stares at you.

you open your mouth, almost choking on your words. “i did not! i begged her to step back and she pushed me. twice!”

“you literally behaved like a prostitute.” he shakes his head. “i really hope she's okay.”

“fuck you, jaehyun,” you push him. “why don't you go and make sure she's okay?”

“i will,” he looks at you and walks away.

maybe punching sooyoung is not the way to find a solution, but you dont regret it. she deserved it. but because of that, jaehyun is upset at you and you don't understand why. he should be the one upset at sooyoung, but he doesn't know all the crap she talked about you and jaehyun. he didn't even let you explain.

the next day you call jaehyun and he shows up at your place. you hug him, to which he doesn't hug you back. he is still mad.

“i’m sorry,” you sigh. “how many times do i need to apologise?”

he doesn't say anything. he just stares and stares at you. you notice his eyes are watering. “what's wrong?”

“i slept with sooyoung.”

you cry.

you cry again. he tries to apologise and hugs you but you can't see him. you push him out of your place and you don't want to see him again.

ever.

everything in your life is going down. your grades have gotten worse. sooyoung made sure yuta won't talk to you again. jaehyun cheated on you and. donghyuck is too busy with the hockey team. jungwoo doest even remember your existence.  

fuck.

a fews days later, you wake up feeling sore. very sore. and with the worst hangover you've ever had. you roll on the bed and you startle when you see a black haired man next to you. this is not your bed and this is definitely your room.

you're naked beneath the sheets and your curse at yourself.

fuck fuck fuck. that's why youre feeling sore.

you get up from the bed and get dressed and leave the stranger’s apartament. what was his name? john? joe? fuck. you don't remember.

you fucked with someone else and you don't even remember his name. you do remember how it happened: you were dancing and drinking alone. that's pretty much what you have been doing the past two weekends.

you don't even know in which part of the city you are. your phone’s dead. you sigh, defeated. you're gonna walk to the closest metro station.

people stare at you and you can tell they know about your whereabouts last night. you don't give a shit.

january 9th. present day.

it's been 7 years since you met jungwoo. but this year is different. hes not around. none of your friends are around.

you wake up hungover, again as you've been doing for months in someone’s bed. you turn and see the handsome jackson wang sleeping peacefully. you usually don't repeat one night stands, but you do an exception with him since he always fucks you senseless making you forget everything. and everyone.

no feelings involved and you're okay with it. the last thing you need is to get your heart broken again.

you get up, stretching your body. you get dressed and when you're about to leave, you see jackson leaning against the headboard. hes awake. “you always leave without saying goodbye. i feel used.”

“i use you,” you smirk.

he smiles and puts his arm on the back of his head. “will i see you tonight?”

“yeah,” you grab your jacket. “see you later.”

he nods. you leave his place. when you arrive at your place, check your mail and see a letter from your university. you open it up and your mouth drops to the floor. you will be expelled if you don't improve your grades.

your parents will kill you if they find out about this.

so the next morning, you’re on your way to the campus offices. at the door entrance, you run into jungwoo. he greets you with a shy smile and opens the door for you. you thank him. as you two wait to be attended, you pretend youre reading a magazine and he's scrolling on his phone, looking at nothing.

they call your name and you walk to the front desk. “mr. kang can't see you right now, but he told me that the letter pretty much says your situation. if you don't get your grades up you will be expelled and wont graduate this summer.”

you sigh. “how am i supposed to get my grades up in 5 months?”

the lady at the front desk shrugs. “that's not my problem. you should've thought about that before start skipping your classes.”

you sigh. you turn to leave the office and you see jungwoo staring at you. you pass next to him and leave the office.

your life's a mess and you don't know what to do to fix it.

as you walk down the campus, you spot jaehyun walking next to yuta. he waves at you and you ignore him.

you pull your phone out of your pocket and text jackson.

ᴜ ʙᴜꜱʏ?

ᴊᴡᴀɴɢ: ɴᴏ. ᴡʜʏ?

ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ?

ᴅᴀᴍɴ ɪᴛꜱ 8 ᴀᴍ

ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴏʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴛᴇxᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ?

ᴊᴡᴀɴɢ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏᴄᴏᴅᴇ.

ɪ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ 15

and you're at jackson’s place in 15 minutes. thank god and his sex skills. you’re panting, laying on your stomach and he falls next to you on his back.

“who’s jungwoo?” he questions.

“no one,” you say.

“do you think of him when i’m fucking you?”

“sometimes,” you reply.

he laughs. “why don't you just go to him?”

you sigh. “it’s not that simple.”

“why?”

“why do you wanna know?” you bury your face on his pillow.

“maybe i can help,” jackson shrugs.

you shake your head. “can i be on top now?”

jackson squints his eyes and then grabs your chin with his thumb. “whatever you want, hottie.”

the next following days, you've been locked in your place studying and doing delayed homeworks and studying for the upcoming tests. you're decided to save your school year.

you see jaehyun in some of your classes and he offers himself to help you to catch up with what they've been doing lately. you say no. you ask someone else and they nicely say yes.

you stop seeing jackson to focus on your studies again and you also stop partying and getting drunk. you and your body need a break.

“are you sure?” he questions.

“yeah. i gotta go now, i still have lots of things to do.”

and that's how the week goes: you barely have any sleep and eating what it's easier to get.

"...and that's why i'm never going back there again."

you laugh. "i'm not surprised after all that!"

you're having lunch at the campus cafeteria with one of your classmates: kun. he's nice and he's a exchange student.

"i can't believe there's decent food today, it smells nice," he says.

"right? this chicken looks nice."

"oh, i didn't bring napkins,"he sighs.

"i'll get them. I forgot my drink. i'll be right back," you stand up.

you feel something is wrong as soon as you stand up.

y/n?"

you feel yourself swaying. why are you swaying? maybe it's because you haven't eaten all day, but you have gone days like that.

you can feel yourself getting light-headed. you desperately try to fight it, feebly grasping at the side of the table, kun's voice sounding far away. the horrible sensation in you is everywhere, consuming you.

"i think i'm going to-"

kun watches in horror as all the colors drain from your face, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed.

"y/n!"

he tries to manage to break your fall before you can do any damage to your head, but he doesn't get you and you hit your head on the floor.

(...)

you can feel yourself experiencing the ghost of a dream as you come to. the echoes of conversations are confusing yet audible, the visuals clouded by fuzziness.

you see the ceiling first as your vision clears and your brain starts to kick back into gear.

"hey..."

you become aware of jungwoo in your line of vision, pushing back stray strands of your hair from your face. his voice is soft, a gentle smile gracing his own features.

"jungwoo?" you frown. "what happened?"

"you fainted."

you are warm, clammy, sweat clinging to you. shaky too. it feels horrible.

"i fainted...?"

using your hands, you attempt to push yourself up to a sitting position, but jungwoo's arms are on your shoulders in an instant, returning you to your original position on the stretcher.

"don't get up, just stay lying down for now, alright? you hit your head pretty bad, the doctor is making sure nothing's wrong."

you don't really have the strength to argue, so you simply nod in understanding.

jungwoo is so thankful for the first time the the campus has a doctor for cases like this.

"who told you I was here?" you suddenly ask.

"i saw you when you fainted at the cafeteria," he says. "i didnt even think twice, i just took you in my arms and ran here."

he still cares about you.

"thank you."

the doctor comes into the small room with a tablet on his hand. "y/n y/l/n. I have good and bad news. the good news is that you have a minor contusion. take some tylenol if it's still hurting today. the bad news is that you are dehydrated and have low blood sugar.”

you sigh and run a hand through your hair. “have you been eating?” the doctor asks.

you shake your head. “maybe just once a day.”

“not good,” he states. “you need to rest and don't skip your meals anymore. you can go home after the crystalloid is empty.”

“thank you, doctor.” you say.

the doctor leaves the room and you look at jungwoo. “you can go now. i’m fine.”

jungwoo shakes his head. “i’m gonna take you home. i need to make sure you get some rest.”

jungwoo takes you home and leaves you on your bed. he hasn't been to your place since the night you confessed your feelings. you feel your heart squeezing. you hug a pillow. “you can go now. i’m fine.”

“close your eyes,” he says and he sits on the edge of the bed.

you do as he says. but you know you won't be able to sleep if he stays. “do you need another blanket?”

you shake your head, with your eyes still closed. “how am i supposed to sleep if you keep talking?”

jungwoo giggles. “right. sorry.”

you giggle too. his phone rings and he ignores it. then it rings again. “you should go. really. i’m fine.”

“i told you i’m gonna stay,” he puts his phone away.

“your girlfriend will get upset,” you warn.

“as far as i remember i don't have a girlfriend,” he takes off his shoes.

you open your eyes. “what?”

he smiles. “close them again.”

“since when?” you inquiry.

“since september. now, get some sleep.”

it’s january.

he's been single for 4 months.

“why did you break up?”

he lays next to you and reaches his hand up to your eyes level, making you close them. “i don't love her anymore.”

he doesn't love her anymore.

you can't help but feel a bit of hope.

you look at him. oh god. he’s beautiful. and you missed him so bad.

“you will never listen to me, will you?” he cocks an eyebrow.

“you're acting as if you met me yesterday,” you mock him.

“a week ago was january 9th,” he says softly. “i missed you. i miss you.”

you sigh, unable to look him in the eye. “i’m sorry.”

jungwoo frowns. “why?”

“i should have never said what i said. i ruined everything,” you bite your lip. “so i’m sorry.”

jungwoo cups your face with his hands. you look at him. “if there's someone that should be apologizing it's me. i freaked out and pushed you away because i got terrified of how those words made me feel.”

“am i that bad?” you joke. he laughs a bit.

“you're everything but bad,” he pushes back stray strands of your hair from your face, putting it behind your ear. “i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry, y/n. i got away and wasn't there when you needed me the most. i’m the worst i know, and i’m not expecting you to forgive me but i just wanted you to know that i’m willing to get your friendship back, even if it means we have to start over.”

“jungwoo,” you look at him. “i don't want to start over.”

“oh…” he lowers his head, “okay. i understand.”

you chuckle and he stares at you, confused. “i don't want to start over again because we don't need to. just promise me you wont even turn into a dick ever again.”

he nods. “i promise. i swear to god that won't happen again.”

that night you sleep in his arms and sleep like a baby. like you haven't slept in months .

january 30th present day.

it’s 20:32 and you are standing at a corner in your old house. the street is illuminated by the houses that have christmas decorations all over them. you were waiting for someone.

seoul has been wet for the past few days and it is unusually cold tonight, the temperature dropping to -8.5℃. you are dressed warm enough but your clothes were no match for the cold january breeze that slap you softly across your face. the rain that has turned into snow isn’t helping but that’s fine.

you feel someone wrapping their gloved hands around yours. you smile and squeeze their hand. "you're late."

"sorry," jungwoo apologizes. "i couldn't find my keys."

"jungwoo things," you mock him.

"ah," he chuckles. "baby cheeks back at it again."

you turn to look at him and your hands shake. you lick your lips nervously. jungwoo is so, so indescribably pretty. you have trouble speaking sometimes. he looks at me and he gently puts his finger underneath your chin, and lifts so your eyes meet his.

jungwoo leans in and meets your soft slightly scented lips with his own. it feels good. it feels right; like a puzzle piece has just slotted itself into place.

one hand drifts up and gently brushes some stray hairs away, fingers curling around your ear to trail down the nape of your neck.

slowly, jungwoo lowers his head and you watch as a tongue dart out to wet his lips. you mimic the action, teeth biting gently on his lower lip. jungwoo smiles wrapping you by the waist. "is this a way to tell me you like me?"

"wasn't I very clear?" you rest your hands on his chest.

"uhm no. please do it again," he smiles staring at your lips.

and you kiss him again.

january 9th 20XX. future.

“by the power vested in me by the city, i now pronounce you man and wife. you may now kiss the bride.”

jungwoo smiles down at you his hands gripping yours. he leans down and before he kisses you, he whispers, “i love you so much.”

“ladies and gentlemen, i now give you for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Kim.”

whistles and claps ring out through the church as jungwoo and you still continued to kiss.

"let the girl breathe, loser!,” donghyuck whistles bringing chuckles from the guests.

jungwoo pulls away grinning and winks at you. "now you'll never get rid of me."

"i'm not planning to," you smile at him.

[bellasweetwriting]

Memories

Jess Mariano x f.Reader

(not my gif)

masterlist

requests:  “omg please please PLEASE do a jess mariano x reader with the enemies to lovers prompt that says “ive accepted my feelings now accept yours” i can’t remember the number lol but hope that helps!” -- holiwould

“ okay bet. jess mariano x reader except the reader feels like jess is kinda slipping out of control and away from her and she can’t keep fixing his mistakes and they maybe break up or something? idk ab the ending that up to you ” - holiwould

note: this is a mix between the two requests, the song Miss You by Louis Tomlinson, and When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars. If you haven’t heard them listen to them while you read

warnings: yelling, some trauma, most angst, kissing

word count: 2,3k

He was staring at your picture. Your hair was a little bit shorter than it is now. You were wearing this wine tone of lipstick that the employee of Sephora recommended to you. He remembered that time you kissed his cheek as he said goodbye just for him to walk six blocks with your lips marked on his face,

Damn, he missed you.

He missed your laughter, your suggestions for movie nights that always involved either Brad Pitt or Ryan Gosling. So much you loved them, and he knew that; he was jealous of them even.

Could he drink his memories away? Damn it, he needed to erase you from his thoughts. Everything reminded him of you. Every song on the radio was about you. 

His pride, his ego, his arrogance, caused you to walk away from him the moment he needed you the most. 

"Jess!" You exclaimed as he lifted you up and threw you to the pool, jumping next. "Why did you do that?"

You were both staying at Jess's friend's house after a celebration party for your new book, which was just published. You and Jess went outside to the backyard and walked around the swimming pool when he decided it would be funny to throw you to the water. 

After seeing you battle to get to the surface, he jumped too, holding his laughter until his head was above the water, staring at you with a big cocky smile. 

You threw water and him while you took off your favorite shirt since you didn't want the chemicals of the pool to ruin it. You left it by the side of the swimming pool where just a few seconds ago you were standing unaware that you would end up in the water.

Jess glanced at you, not being able to ignore that your shirt was gone and your bra was visible. He smiled foolishly, not being able to help it. 

"Stop looking at me, you horn dog," you exclaimed laughing, as you splashed him, Jess tossing water back at you. "Was this your master plan? To throw me to the pool in the middle of the night and froze me to death just to see my underwear?" He laughed even louder, and you couldn't help to join him, letting out a giggle. "You have no game, Mariano."

"You look just so darn cute when you are mad, Y/N," he said with that tone of his. His deep voice stumbled in your brain as you sat down on the edge of the swimming pool. He swam quickly in your direction, impulsing himself out of the water and sitting next to her. "Did the cold pass?"

"No, I'm just trying a new blue tone in my lips. Does it suit me?" You sarcastically asked as he stretched his arm and grabbed his jean jacket, covering your shoulders with it. "Oh, what a gentleman. Is this your new move, because I'm falling for it. I want you, I need you. Oh, baby, oh, baby." Jess chuckled as you simply rolled your eyes, putting on Jess's jacket correctly. "Aren't you cold, Cry-Baby Walker?" 

"I've been worst. Those cold nights in New York City, only covered by a blanket and the constant screaming of the adults in the room at the end of the hall, were the coldest nights and roughest nights," he murmured before looking at you. You were shooked as you listened to him, but soonly upset when he started laughing. "You sometimes say a joke and never know if it is trauma until you see the look on people's faces."

"Asshole," you mumbled.

"Pretty," he replied, making you look at him. He slowly leaned in until he was close to your lips before whispering next to them, "I know a way to warm up." And with that, he kissed you gently, running his fingers through your wet hair, instantly warming you up.

"Hey, Jess!" Yelled some guy, grabbing the guy's attention.

Suddenly, he wasn't at that swimming pool anymore. He was at the bar again, filled with these stupid friends he made in this new city. If you saw him right now, you wouldn't even recognize him.

He was wearing a leather jacket and some old jeans, with an edition of The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand on his pocket, a book he wasn't able to finish yet. He had in his hands your photograph next to that old vintage restaurant three blocks away from where you work. You described it as that colorful coffee shop with strawberry smoothies and a cute place to read a book or spend time with people you care about.

"Mariano," his friend called him again, appearing with two glasses of beer and sitting next to the writer. "What are you doing crying over here? We are having a party in your honor, man. It is not an everyday thing that your books get a review on the Washington Post, and make it to the Best-Sellers list. What's up with you?"

"Today is her birthday." His friend looked at him, confused. The clock had just marked midnight. "It's her birthday, and I'm in fucking New York City, getting drunk with people I met three weeks ago and staring at a picture that was taken a year ago."

No matter what this strange guy that he calls friend just to lie at himself to hide that he is, in reality, alone would say. He missed you.

"Don't make so much noise, Mariano!" You yelled at him in a whisper, both of you watching their steps as they enter his apartment. "Your neighbors are trying to sleep."

"I feel so sorry for them already," was the reply you got from Jess as he closed the door behind him and started kissing you, leading your way to the couch. "Who could say that I would be making out little Y/N someday?"

"Did you just call me «little Y/N»?" You questioned, laughing between kisses. "Hey, so I was thinking..."

"Think, no talk," he interrupted you as both of you sat on the couch.

"Wait, it is important," you said again, making him give up and listen to you. "Ok, so tomorrow, as you know, is my birthday..."

"What?" Jess exclaimed. "You never told me it was your birthday tomorrow! Now, I'll have to cancel my plans. Wait a sec..."

You looked at him, confused. Plans?

"Jess, I told you tomorrow was my birthday, like five times. With whom did you make plans tomorrow?"

"Wel, Jack, Fred, and Gabs. We were going out to the movies or some. Let me call Fred and tell him."

"Gabs as in Gabriella? Your ex?" He nodded. "You could've told me."

"Why? She's ancient history, and you aren't my girlfriend."

You quickly stood up, making him look over his cellphone to you. You didn't look happy, you seemed really upset.

"What are we doing here, Jess?"

"What do you mean?"

"For how long have we been hooking up? A month? Six weeks?" He knew where this was going. "At what are we playing here?"

"I don't know. You want to be something serious, I don't understand."

"That is precisely the thing I'm talking about, Jess. You never know anything. You never communicate! You have no idea how to express yourself or even how to treat a person that cares about you."

Jess sighed.

"What do you want from me, Y/N, huh?"

"I want you to care for someone at least once, Jess! I want you to remember things like my birthday or my favorite things or the way I like my coffee because you want to remember; because you care about me. We aren't teenagers anymore, Jess! You are grown enough to know that relationships are built by communication."

The writer quickly stood up, ready to discuss. 

"I care about you, Y/N!"

"No, you don't..." she whispered. "You can't even admit that you like me. That what you feel for me is more than making out because of boredom." He looked over to the big window with the view of Philadelphia. "Your birthday is on March 9th. You tend to forget to carry a pencil with you, and surprisingly, you are always in need of one, so I always carry one in my bag. When you meet someone, you stay extremely quiet while they talk and don't even say goodbye to them when you leave, and I've always told you that that is extremely rude, but you don't listen, you change the subject." 

His eyes met yours, and he noticed the tears that were threatening to leave your eyes. 

"You like french toasts," you continued, "but not with your coffee, so I always serve you orange juice when I make them for breakfast. Your eyes shine every time your uncle calls to tell you that he is doing fine because even if you don't admit it, you love him and appreciate him so much. And I remember all of those little details because I care about you, Jess. Hell, call me idiotic and girl for even thinking that maybe... I'm in love with you. But I'm worth more than this, Jess, I am. And if you can't see it, then it is no my problem. I am done trying just to release I am doing it alone. I've accepted my feelings, now accept yours. Bye, Jess."

And with that, you left.

"Then what are you doing here?" The guy asked Jess, dragging him away from his memories.

"What do you mean?" Jess asked.

"You are clearly not over this chick, you don't want to be in this party even though it is kinda in your honor, and it's her birthday. So, just leave. Go get her.

"How would I be certain she'll receive me with open arms?"

"You don't, man, that's the thing about love: you never know what is going to happen until you take the leap of faith."

He was right. He has always been scared of making the big jump. He has always been insecure about if anyone is going to be waiting to catch him. He couldn't keep making the same mistake over and over, he had to accept his feelings.

"I'm gonna go now. Thanks for the party, man."

Jess Mariano has never been more sure about something that what he was about to do. It was absurd. He was going to drive for an hour and a half in the middle of the night to Philadelphia. Yeah, sounded insane, but everything was about taking that leap of faith he was always scared to make.

But as soon as he hit the road, the doubts and questions hit his head like a train. What was he going to do? How would it end?

He was a writer. Every time he had an idea, the next thing that he knew was how it was going to end. You can't write a story without knowing the ending. But apparently, that was the only way of living it.

While he was driving to Philadelphia, you were sitting on your kitchen island, staring at that red velvet cupcake that held your single birthday candle. You were all alone, the same way you were your last birthday. You couldn't believe a year has passed since the last time you saw him.

You read that his book made the best-sellers list of the week. As soon as you read his name, the memories came back, as they have never left, they were just hiding inside a locked box waiting to come out.

Jess Mariano messed with your life in a way you could have never imagined. You were in love with him, and he never prooved you, he felt the same way with you. Jess wasn't even slipping away from you, you knew Jess always had a footstep out of the door, and you tried to ignore it, but it was almost impossible. Once he was in your life, he was in your life forever.

You blew the little candle, ate your cupcake, and went to sleep, not knowing that two hours later, you'll wake up by the sound of the doorbell. Who could be at two am in the morning? Your friends were going to come to prepare you breakfast, but a seven-hours head start was too much, even for them. 

"What's going on?" You sleepily asked as you opened the door, looking at Jess standing there. "Mariano? What are you doing here?"

"Your headaches are provoked by strong smells. You ran away from home at 18, but I've seen you call your parents from now and then to check on them. Your eyes light up at the mention of sugar. You have this Victoria Secret perfume that you stole from your aunt, and you never used it, you just like to spray it on the air and inhale it, because she smelled like that and you miss her. You used to be addicted to gum, so much that your mom had prohibited you from ever buying it. You love watching people renovate their houses on HGTV, and you make plans on how you are going to remodel your place. You love strawberries covered in chocolate, and you cry at the movies. And I remember all of these, even if it has been a year because I care about you, Y/N. And I couldn't say it back then because I was scared, but now I'm not. Now, I am the guy for you. I know how much you are worth it, I knew since the day I met you." He took a deep breath. "Please, Y/N, let me prove it to you that I can be the guy you need."

What would you say if Jess Mariano was standing in your doorstep, begging for a second chance? I'm honestly asking.