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Chung Myung x Fem! Reader: 100 Years and a Promise (SFW/Part 4/Finale)

Summary: You’re both used to your new life. A few years have passed and things are comfortable. This part has a sillier vibe than the last. It’s also the last SFW part I’m writing.

Contains: Fem! Reader, Alcohol mention (thanks Chung Myung), hangovers, Chung Myung being jealous, Jo Gul getting bullied because Chung Myung is jealous (sorry Jo Gul), a Chung Myung POV I’m not very proud of but it’s there

WC: 5,184

Chung Myung feels warm sunlight hit his eyelids as he begins to stir. His head is pounding thanks to last night’s activities, and the grogginess is not helping. A faint snoring hits his eardrums, but it takes him a moment to realize they were too soft to be his. He jolts up when he realizes that someone else is in his room.

He tries to look around, but not too fast to avoid vomiting. It feels like someone is holding his hand, so he looks down to investigate and finds you lying on the side of his bed. It looks as if you fell asleep while sitting on his bedroom floor, and he can’t imagine that sleeping like that is comfortable.

You feel someone nudging your cheek, and when you wake up there’s a creek in your neck and a slight headache. My headache can’t be as bad as Chung Myung’s considering how much he drank, you think, and look up to see him staring at you. “Oh, good morning,” you say softly. You're assuming he has a hangover, and you don't want to make it worse by speaking too loud.

“‘Morning,” he replies and immediately follows it with a yawn. You notice that one hand covers his mouth, but the other is preoccupied with holding yours. You must’ve fallen asleep while holding hands, how scandalous! Imagine if someone walked in on you two. Your peers wouldn't let you live that down for years.

“Chung Myung, can you let go of me, please?” you ask after a futile attempt to retrieve your hand. “Do I have to?” “Yes, because you need to burn off that alcohol and take a bath, stinky,” you say and get up from your uncomfortable spot. “I’ll go draw a bath for you while you get rid of your hangover, m’kay?” You tell him this so he’ll let go, and he does. You run off to heat up some water for the wooden tub, and Chung Myung is left alone with his own thoughts.

- Chung Myung’s POV

“I’ll go draw a bath for you while you get rid of your hangover, m’kay?” is what (y/n) said before she left the room. After taking care of my hangover, my mind is still plagued by her. No matter how hard I try I cannot stop thinking about her and the way she glows in the moonlight. I’m not entirely sure if that beautiful scene from last night was real or a dream, and if it was a dream, I’m upset that I woke up from it.

She looked divine, but did she always look like that? Even a hundred years ago? I'm a fool for not realizing this sooner. I also can’t help but wonder if she’s always been so soft and caring towards me. I suppose she was when I wasn’t causing trouble and trying to start fights. She’s always made sure I’ve eaten, patched me up, and has helped me achieve my goals.

Just thinking about her makes my chest feel warm, and I can’t figure out why I constantly feel the need to hold her. It’s as if she’s holding a magnet that’s constantly pulling me towards her… Is this what romantic love feels like?

Everytime I look back on my previous life, I’m certain there’s a familial love I feel towards people like Chung Mung, but this is different. This is a new uncharted territory, and it makes me feel anxious. It’s not a bad version of anxiety; it’s hard to explain. These feelings are complicated and I really wish it didn’t take me this long to notice them. Life would be easier if I knew what to do next, but I don’t even know if she feels the same.

Knock knock! “Chung Myung, I’m coming in!” I hear her yell. Think of the woman and she shall appear. She walks in and continues,” It’s hot and ready, so hurry before it gets cold.” “(y/n), can I ask you something?” I ask. After last night and realizing my feelings, something has been bothering me.

She mentioned something about starting a family back in the day, and that she already had someone in mind. Obviously that never happened, but the thought of her loving someone else upsets me. She loved this person, but I never heard anything else about him. I never even noticed anyone getting that close to her, so whoever it was, he wasn’t very public with his feelings. Could this mean he didn’t care about her? Did he even love her in the first place? I’m probably overthinking things, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask her about him.

I feel the mattress dip while she sits beside me, and the curious expression on her face makes my heart beat faster. Since when was her expressions so cute!? She’s pulling such an adorable face, and the fact that I can’t pull her towards me and mash my lips on hers is killing me!

My face is definitely beet red, and I know that she’s noticed because she asks,” Are you feverish again? I thought you were getting rid of your hangover? I’d rather talk to you when you have a clear mind-” “I did! It’s clear enough! Now, let me ask you something,” I say. I can’t help but anticipate her answer; I’ve waited over one-hundred years to find out who this man is. I’m going to be pissed if it turns out he was an asshole towards her.

- Reader’s POV

“Remember the promise you made to me?” he asks, and you shake your head. You’re lying of course; you didn’t expect him to remember such a thing! “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve made a lot of those over the past hundred-and-something years, so you’re gonna have to clarify,” you reply while twirling your hair around, and it suddenly feels like eye contact is more intimidating than any war you’ve fought in.

“You promised me you’d tell me who you loved before the war ended. It’s ended, so now you have to tell me!” He clears the air and his face is filled with anticipation. “O-Oh! I don’t remember that-” “Bullshit! You made a pinky promise, too, so you HAVE to answer the question!”

Oh, I fucked up. You think, because you actually have to answer his question now. There’s no backing out of something as serious as a pinky promise. You try your best to create a lie but struggle to come up with anything. You decided that giving vague answers would be your best bet.

“He was tall, dark and handsome,” you reply with a falsely confident smirk plastered on your face. He raises an eyebrow,” Tall, dark and handsome?” “Mhm!” “That is painfully vague, (y/n). That description matches almost everyone in the sect,” he points out. His expression looks genuinely upset and he’s not playing around like all those years ago. He continues,” How long are you going to keep this from me? At this point, I’d assume he was never real in the first place. You’d never do something like that, though. Right?”

You look down at your palms and notice that they’re starting to sweat. You stare at the floor like it’s infinitely more interesting than your conversation, because you’re trying your best to avoid what’s about to happen. You really don’t want to look him in the eyes and tell him the truth. It'll be painfully awkward, but it looks like that might happen soon.

”Right, (y/n)?” He asks, and there’s an awkward silence that fills the air afterwards. “Dammit, (y/n), please tell me you didn’t lie about that…” “Okay, so here’s the thing. The part about wanting to settle down was genuine, but I couldn’t find a bachelor I liked. When I finally did, the crush was one-sided.”

”When you kept pestering me about who it was, I panicked and didn’t know what to say. Back then, I didn’t want to look lame in front of you, so I told you it was a secret!” You blurt out. You release a sigh to loosen up the tightness in your chest caused by all of this stress and continue,” I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to lie and lead you on like that. Honestly, I thought you would have forgotten by now. That was over a hundred years ago, but you still remembered that little promise we made.”

“Of course I did. I didn’t know how to show it or realize how much I cared about you back then. When you died, I tried to cherish every memory you left behind,” he answers while rubbing the back of his neck. Talking about your death upsets him, and he’s trying his best to not show it. The mattress dips as you sit beside him. “Aw, Chung Myung, that’s so sweet. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve gotten soft since then,” you elbow him while you tease him in hopes that it lightens the mood.

Your teasing certainly gets a reaction out of him as he retorts,” No, I have not!” His arms cross while he continues,” Anyways, back to you. So you did all of that because you were awkward and couldn’t pull anyone. Instead of looking like a loser in front of your friend, you lied and kept that secret for over a hundred years.” “I mean, yeah, most of that is true. Except for the awkward part. I was hot and I could’ve pulled anyone I wanted!” “Except for the guy you had a crush on,” he points out.

You frown, because that guy was technically him and him pointing that out stings. You quickly recover from this, though. You’ve had this unrequited love for years, so hiding your true feelings is as easy as breathing. You chuckle and reply,” Yeah, except him.”

”Seeing how upset you are makes me regret everything. I should be more upfront with stuff like that, and I’m sorry for keeping that from you. It was wrong of me to do that,” your gaze looks serious while you apologize. You grab his hand while you continue,” I swear I’ll never do something like that again.” You notice his cheeks turn red, maybe from anger? Who knows. Chung Myung’s mind is hard to read and he’s unpredictable. That’s why you enjoy his company so much. He keeps you on your toes.

He lets out a long sigh,” You swear it?” “I swear it.” “Well then I’ll accept your apology, but make sure you stay true to your word. They hold no weight if you don’t practice what you preach,” he says, and you couldn’t agree more. After finally getting all of that out, you feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off of your shoulders.

“It’s settled, then,” you say as you get up and hold your hand out to him. “The bath water has probably gotten cold by now, but you still need to clean up.” “Yeah, yeah,” he says as he takes your hand and gets off of his bed. “You still stink like alcohol,” you comment. It’s not overbearing, but it’s not what an honorable disciple of Mount Hua should smell like.

”I do not!” “You do, stinky.”

After that morning, you noticed Chung Myung started acting differently. Anytime you’d hand him something his fingers would ghost over yours. When you walked side by side, he’d walk so close that your hands would brush together. Any bystander would think you two were about to start holding hands.

He’s also been weirdly aggressive towards some of the disciples. Well, he’s always been like that, but lately it’s increased ten fold towards disciples that are “suspiciously friendly” towards you. That’s what he said when you asked him about his attitude, and you just assumed he was being extra protective since you two were old friends.

You’ve overheard disciples gossiping about you two. They say that you guys act like a couple, and you’re secretly in a relationship. That last part is kind of dumb in your opinion. Dating is technically allowed so hiding it makes no sense, and even if it wasn’t, Chung Myung isn’t afraid to break the rules. He already drinks like someone who’s about to have their limbs amputated, so a petty rule like that is nothing to him.

While walking to the dining hall, you overhear a group of younger disciples actually talk about who’s dating who, and you think you heard them drop your name and Jo Gul's. You decide to ignore it and mind your business; there’s no need to ruin your day with something like that. You have something more important to concentrate on, anyway, and that’s dinner.

When you enter the dining hall, the fragrance coming from the rich meats and spices fills your senses. Your stomach starts to growl; the roasted meat on the table is the only thing you can think about right now. Never mind the gossiping disciples from earlier, food is ten times more important than the nonsense they spat!

You make your way over to your usual spot, and Jo Gul and Yunjong are already there. When you sit down, your mouth starts to water at the sight of beef glistening in a spicy sauce, roasted vegetables, fluffy white rice, and crispy chicken. Your stomach growls at the exquisitely appetizing scene in front of you, and you waste no time in grabbing a plate and filling it to the brim.

“(Y/N), don’t steal all of the food! Save some for the rest of us! I’m begging you!” Jo Gul playfully wines while giving you puppy eyes. You roll your own eyes at him,”Of course I’m not going to eat everything, Jo Gul… Or will I?” You snicker at him, and he’s acting overly dramatic as he makes a devastated face at your response.

”Just kidding!” You laugh at him. “Here, have a bite!” You say as you toss a chunk of meat at him. He flawlessly catches it in his mouth, and can’t help but smile while he chews it. The flavors are so divine it’d put a smile on anyone’s face.

You hear someone’s foot steps approach you from behind, but you pay them no attention as you grab another piece of meat between your fingers. “One more time! Say ‘Ahhhh’!” You tell Jo Gul while you aim. He starts to open his mouth, but closes his lips when he looks over your shoulder. He is visibly nervous when he makes eye contact with the person behind you.

Yunjong, whose lips were originally smiling during your guys’ exchange, have now turned down slightly. Your eyes follow theirs, and they land on Chung Myung. He looks intimidating while he towers over you. Well, intimidating to other disciples, but not to you. You’re used to his pissy face at this point. It has its own unique charm.

”Chung Myung, it’s about time you joined us!” You chime in, and he finally stops glaring daggers at poor Jo Gul. His attention snaps to you and his gaze softens. The expression he makes towards you is so tender, and it brings a sentimental warmth to your chest. It reminds you of how grateful you are that you two are here living with each other again.

”Here, sit beside me!” You say while patting on the chair beside you. He follows suit, but gives Jo Gul the side eye before filling up his plate. Did something happen between them? You think, but brush it off. There’s no need to pry into that right now. If you bring it up, Chung Myung might get pissed at him again and raise hell. Everyone’s happy because we’re surrounded by food; better not change that.

Except the mood did change unwillingly. Even as he ate, you could still see that there was something wrong with Chung Myung and Jo Gul looked terrified. There was an awkward silence that felt like it droned on forever until Jo Gul decided to do something about it. ”So, (Y/N), the weathers been good, right? Lots of… Sun…” the poor guy tried so hard to break the uncomfortable silence. He stopped the silence, but the atmosphere was still awkward.

“Jeez, that’s how you’re going to start this conversation? I don’t mean to judge, but… Nevermind, I’m judging,” You reply to him. You swear you saw Chung Myung smirk out of the corner of your eye. “What’s so funny, Chung Myung?” You turn and ask him. Something clearly happened between the two of them, and they're starting to make this evening unbearable.

”It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” he replies while digging into his food. It's your turn to give him a side eye, but you decide to ignore him and redirect your attention to your meal. After eating in peace for a couple of minutes, you see something fly out of the corner of your eye. You tried to mind your business, but the second time you snapped your head in the direction it landed.

Poor Jo Gul got smacked in the face with a smidge of sauce. You notice that there’s another glob heading towards him, so you catch it mid-air with a napkin. Your eyes follow the direction it came from, and notice that Chung Myung is looking really suspicious.

“Chung Myung, did you throw this?” You ask and stare him down. His eyes refuse to meet yours while he replies,”Me? No, that’s wasting food. I’d never!” He cracks a smile. “You’re a terrible liar,” you say, and a small piece of chicken hits him on the cheek. He glares at the culprit, and this time it’s Jo Gul that's on the attack.

“Are you stupid!?” Yunjong blurts out at Jo Gul. It looks like someone will have to plan his funeral later. Immediately after Yunjong’s outburst you watch Chung Myung throw a large piece of chicken at Jo Gul, and a food fight is definitely going to break out if you don’t stop this.

You decide not to, because this is the most entertaining thing you’ve seen all week. Thanks to Jo Gul’s terrible aim, someone that was sitting at the table behind us got involved. Everything escalates quickly, and there’s a food war breaking out in the lunch hall.

It’s chaos. They somehow even got Yunjong involved, which surprised you. He’s so quiet and seems like a goody two shoes, but here he is slinging handfuls of rice like it’s no one’s business. You feel something sticky hit the side of your head, and now there’s sauce stuck in your hair. Time to get involved!

You shoot out of your chair and fling your food at your attacker. It was Jo Gul, and it smacks him in the face. He’s covered in what was going to be your leftovers and you can’t help but laugh at the sour expression on his face.

Chung Myung takes this opportunity to grab an entire chicken, stuffs one of the legs in his mouth, and chucks it at Jo Gul’s head. The poor guy tries to hit it before it lands on his face, but fails. The force of this chicken actually knocks him off of his feet, and his butt smacks on the hardwood floor.

Chung Myung starts walking towards Jo Gul with a chair, and you grab him by the waist to make him stop. “Jeez, at least let him get up! And what’s with the chair? That’s too far!” You yell at him. “Mmmph!” Is all you hear while you grab at his arms. He looks annoyed at your sad attempts to stop him, but you eventually rip the chair out of his arms. If you weren’t there, Jo Gul definitely would’ve gained another head injury thanks to Chung Myung.

While you sit the chair down and scold Chung Myung, you hear a slam coming from the entrance and everyone halts. ”What’s going on!?” You hear one of the elders yell. You’re all fucked.

“Man, I’m beat!” You sighed while walking to your room. You tried your best to get you and your friends out of punishment, but it backfired. They made you mop AND wash the dishes. Chung Myung didn’t have to help you with the dishes, he didn’t even get punished, but he still helped you anyway. That was sweet of him. You think as you walk side-by-side.

You finally got to bathe after all of that, and you can’t wait to go to bed. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” He suddenly asks. “What do you mean?” “Our life right now,” he clarifies. “Yeah, you’re right. I mean, the last one was nice and I miss it sometimes, but this current one is good, too. We get to be young again and have fun. It’s especially fun since you’re here,” you reply while elbowing him.

He’s giving you another one of those tender smiles, and his eyes soften. You’re ridiculously pretty in this life, too. You think to yourself. “I think these new disciples have grown on me, too,” you add. “Maybe a bit too much,” you heard Chung Myung say that under his breath.

“Oh? Afraid I’ll replace you with one of them?” You ask and Chung Myung stops dead in his tracks. You stand in front of him as you tease,” Are you getting jealous, Chung Myung?” “Yes.”

You stare at him for a solid second. You did not expect him to say that. You’ve known him for well over a hundred years and couldn’t predict that he’d say something like that. “Wait, you’re actually jealous?” “Mhm.” “Of who exactly? Is there someone specific, or are you jealous of every person that interacts with me?” You ask him.

He grabs both of your hands and asks,”Do you like Jo Gul?” He looks anxious while he’s waiting for your reply. “I guess he’s nice,” you reply. “Why do you ask?” “I heard someone say you two were sneaking off in the middle of the night and planned on eloping,” he says while crossing his arms.

“Heh… Heheheh-“ you let go and break out in giggles, but you’re quickly interrupted by your friend. “Stop laughing!” He snaps, and you hold your stomach while you try your best to stop laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Hah, I just can’t believe you actually thought I was talking to him like that-“ “I didn’t say that I believed it!” His cheeks are starting to turn red from embarrassment.

”Good, because none of it’s true,” You say and start walking towards your bedroom again. He catches up to you, and you feel his hand brush against yours. Should I hold his hand or not? I mean, he did grab mine earlier… You think, and after going back and forth a couple of times you decide to take that risk.

You grab his hand, and he doesn’t pull away. A small smile cracks on your face, but you’re too nervous to look up at him. You don't know if you should let go or not when you both get near your bedroom door. The both of you finally stop, and when you try to pull away Chung Myung keeps holding on to you. It's like last night all over again.

“This is my stop-” “What if I liked you like that?” His eyes look dead serious, and judging by his tone you know he's not joking right now. “W-What?” You asked hesitantly. He takes a step closer to you and doubles down on what he was saying,” What if I liked- no, loved you enough to sneak off with you? What if I loved you enough to secretly elope with you during the night?”

”You’re not drunk right now, are you?” “No!” He replies with desperation in his tone. You nervously swallow your spit, because this isn’t real, right? This has to be a dream. Your crush, who you’ve loved and waited for for over one hundred years, is trying to confess to you. It sounds too good to be true!

Your heart feels like it’s going over a hundred beats per minute right, and you look down at your hands that are still interlocked together. You pull his hands closer to your chest and look back into his eyes. “Chung Myung, if this is a joke, it’s a really cruel one.” “It’s not, I’m asking a genuine question!” After his response, you inhale and exhale deeply in an attempt to calm your nerves. It doesn’t help much, and you can already feel your cheeks heating up.

”Don’t laugh at what I’m about to say,” you tell him, and pray that you won’t cringe at this moment in the near future. He looks slightly confused, but you continue before he can say anything. It’s now or never. “That would make me the happiest woman in the world,” you reply to his question and he holds your hands a little tighter.

His lips start turning upwards into the cheesy grin you've always loved. “Do you know how long I've waited for this, (y/n)?” “I don't know, since you started getting jealous of Jo Gul?” “I was not!” He groans at your response. “I've been waiting for over a hundred years, you know,” you tell him and his eyes widen.

“Over a hundred?” He asks with his mouth agape. “Mhm.” “... You were talking about me back then, weren't you?” He asks. He really hit the nail on the head, huh? It only took him over a century to realize that.

You wrap his hands around your waist, and he doesn't budge when you get closer to him. At this point you guys are so close that your chests are touching. You wrap your arms around his neck, and with a sudden burst of confidence, admit,” Well, you are tall, dark, and handsome, aren't you?”

His eyes widen slightly and his cheeks redden at your sudden boldness. His flusteredness makes it clear that he didn't expect this, and the current look on his face is adorable. It's the kind of face you'd want to grab and plant kisses all over. Maybe I should… you think while sitting in silence for a couple of seconds.

You haven't seen Chung Myung be this nervous in years. His tan lips suddenly part as he tries to break the silence,” Can I…” “Can you what? Use your words,” you tell him while keeping your eyes on his lips. His gaze follows yours, and what you want is obvious.

“Can I please kiss you?” He asked with bated breath. “Of course,” you reply and he hesitantly closes the space between you. When your lips finally met, it was sloppy. You're an elder who’s never kissed anyone, and judging by his movements Chung Myung is in the same boat. You two probably look pathetic right now, but oh well. You're literally living your dream right now, so you could care less.

When your lips part, he grabs your face and tries to go in again. This time it's more sporadic and heated, and your hands start to roam his chest. He acts like he's been starved for weeks and is finally digging into his favorite food. You try your best to match his hungry pace.

When you part a second time you’re both out of breath, and this love feels electrifying. His eyes are unfocused while you grab his face and start planting little pecks all over it. “I’ve- peck loved- peck you- peck for- peck so- peck fucking- peck long!” “Heheh, I can tell!” He says in between giggles.

All you feel right now is your love that’s accumulated over the years finally spilling out, and Chung Myung definitely isn’t complaining about it. You keep spoiling him, and he’s basking in all of the new attention he’s getting. If your love is water, he’s the sponge that’s soaking it up.

After a few more kisses, you pull away to get a good look at his face, and he’s smiling from ear-to-ear. Your face mirrors his, because after saying what was on your mind for ages, you feel like a weight has been lifted off of your chest. He continues holding you tightly, and for a moment all you do is lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. It reminds you that you two are alive and the nightmares from your past life are long gone. You’ve yearned for his love for over a century, and you finally got it.

The silence is comfortable, and after you've had your fill of bear hugs you look up at Chung Myung. “How long have you loved me?” You asked him. “That's hard to answer,” he replies while running his hands up and down your back. You rest your chin on his chest while eagerly waiting for him to continue.

“There might've been something before you died, but it intensified after you left. Then, I found you again, and for the past few years it got stronger. I didn't realize what those feelings were until recently… I've never had romantic feelings before, y'know?” “Yeah, and you were never really pursued, either-” “What's that supposed to mean!? I had people all over me during my prime!” “You're lying and you know it; most people were terrified of you and your attitude! You only tolerated me and a handful of other people,” you confidently call out his bull shit.

You sigh and continue,”Regardless, I am over the moon now that we've been upfront with each other.” “Yeah, me too,” he replies. You pull away, but not without grabbing a hold of Chung Myung's hand. You turn to open your door and make your way in while dragging him in.

“What are you doing?” He asks while following you, and you close the door behind him. “Going to bed. Are you joining me or not?” You ask as you let go of him and plop on your bed. Not even a second passed and he's already thrown himself onto the mattress.

“Desperate, are we?” you tease as you finally get to lay down after such a long day. He hushes you, but never denies it as he pulls you into his chest. It's softer than you expected, and you prefer this over your old pillow.

“I love you,” you remind him and give him one last peck on the cheek before going to sleep. “I love you, too,” he adds and falls asleep not even a minute after his head hits the pillow. He snores like an old man, and while it would annoy most people, it's endearing to you. It's what you listen to as you drift off into a blissful slumber.

That was the best sleep you’ve had since you both reincarnated. There were no nightmares about your past or tears, just comfort while being in your lover’s arms. It's like he's your nightmare repellant, and you hope you're the same for him. You'll have to sleep with each other again.

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kuebandungs · 7 months

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Duty After School Imagine : 02

☆ Do Soocheol x Reader ☆

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"Beautiful."

"Huh?"

"The sphere is pretty."

You stare in surprise at the man sitting behind you who suddenly said that.

"Hey, Do Soocheol! You're so old-fashioned!"

Suddenly Deokjoong's shout is heard. Making you and Soocheol immediately turn towards the man who likes to eat. Little did you know, Soocheol was glaring at Deokjoong, which made him even more eager to mock Soocheol.

Trying not to pay attention to it, you walked towards Bora's bench. You sat down on Youngshin's bench which happened to be unoccupied, then observed Bora who was focused on drawing on her iPad.

"Wow, who is she?" you ask excitedly.

Bora looked up to see you, "You."

"Uh, really? But.. her eyes look like Hana," you replied analyzing Bora's drawing.

"Indeed. You shouldn't be so confident."

"You're annoying, Bora!" you grumble irritably.

Bora just laughs softly.

"Go back to your seat."

You and Bora looked up as soon as you heard Youngshin's voice. You showed a grin to the boy before finally moving back to your seat.

Feeling bored waiting for the bell to ring, you wanted to go over to Hana who was talking to Soyeon. But when you were about to stand up from the bench, Soocheol held your wrist.

"Mrs. Park will be here soon," he said.

"Then?" you ask confused.

"Sometimes I wonder, you're ranked in the top 3 but why you are so slow in analyzing the situation, (Name)." Deokjoong commented.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"Tsk, Soocheol wants to get close to you. Because he has—"

"Good morning, guys! Uh, did Soocheol and (Name) want to cross the street? Why are they holding hands like that?" The words of Mrs. Park who had just arrived instantly made the whole class rowdy.

They were busy teasing Soocheol who immediately released her grip on you. No doubt, you also felt embarrassed for being the laughing stock of your classmates.

"Okay, enough class! I'm here because I want to give you all a gift."

Suddenly the students of class 12-2 looked at their homeroom teacher with a curious and excited look.

"Wow, what kind of gift, Ma'am?"

"Will be given a vacation?"

"This month's mock exam results are out," said Mrs. Park which made the whole class sigh in disappointment.

"I will divide them according to rank order," she continued.

"What?!"

"Don't embarrass us, Ma'am!"

"Hey, looks like you're going to beat Younghoon this time."

You turned around to look at Soocheol who had just tapped you lightly on the shoulder.

"I don't want to beat anyone, above average is more than enough," you replied quietly.

"Lee (Name)!" called Mrs. Park, making you rush over to her.

"Well, I knew it."

Soocheol said with a big smile as you sit back down on your desk and receive applause from your classmates. You just smiled in satisfaction. No lie, you were proud to have gotten the highest score in the class.

"Announcement! All the teachers are requested to gather in the teacher's room right now!"

Mrs. Park who had just finished distributing the mock exam results to all the students, rushed out as soon as she heard the announcement from the speaker.

"Why are the teachers called all of a sudden?" you asked Soocheol.

"I think there's something important," he replied, also curious.

Not long after, Mrs. Park comes back in with a look that's hard to interpret. It makes you even more curious and a little anxious.

"Class," Mrs. Park paused. "Invitation-only admissions have been cancelled."

Suddenly the class became noisy.

"How come, Ma'am?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Is CSAT cancelled too?"

"What about the students who have already registered, Ma'am?"

You are shocked as your friends. You want to bombard your homeroom teacher with questions, but you feel sorry for her because Mrs. Park also seems overwhelmed by the questions from the other students.

Mrs. Park immediately turns on the TV that is showing a press conference, where one of the news contents is that there is a military training for grade 12 students after the learning activities. Those who participated in the training would get extra points for the CSAT.

Again, the whole class was in an uproar. Too shocked and surprised by the sudden news they got. Until finally Mrs. Park told the class president to distribute the consents form to participate in military training for 4 weeks.

You stare at the form in your hand with mixed feelings.

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DUTY AFTER SCHOOL IMAGINE

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"(Name)!"

The call makes you who was walking to class suddenly stop and turn your head.

Soocheol, who was carrying his suitcase, ran slowly towards you. "Are you coming?" he asked with a big smile.

You just nodded.

"Here, let me carry it for you."

Without being asked, that man took over the suitcase in your hand and carried it.

"Uh, no need to bother." You tried to reject him subtly.

"For you, there's nothing troublesome." But Soocheol still insisted on helping.

"Well, thank you very much, Soocheol," you said in the end.

"You're welcome, Princess."

You instantly widened your eyes. While Soocheol just laughed at your shocked expression that looked funny in his eyes.

"Almost 3 months into our relationship, you still blush when I call you that," Soocheol joked.

"Soocheol..." you threatened in a low tone.

"Alright, alright. I'll shut up, babe."

After saying that, Soocheol immediately ran away from you. You, who just woke up could only blink your eyes few times, before finally running after your lover.

Once in the class, you saw Soocheol who was already sitting in his seat laughing at you. That tall man ran quite fast, leaving the petite you far behind.

"Wow, have you been chased by a ghost?" Wang Taeman, who was arranging a pile of gum on his desk, looks at you in surprise.

Realizing that you weren't looking back at him, Taeman followed your gaze. He paused for a moment, before pounding on the table.

Brakk!!!

"You're in a relationship with Soocheol, aren't you?!" Taeman shouted.

You and the rest of the class were shocked. But they were even more shocked when they heard what Taeman had just said.

That makes you now stared at by the rest of the class.

"Wow, is that true?"

"Shocking news! Even more shocking than military training!"

"Since when, (Name)?"

"I thought Soocheol would be stuck in the friend-zone forever."

Embarrassed, you try to ignore the various remarks from your friends and rush to your seat. But it's seems like it was the wrong decision, because now your friends are teasing you more and more as you approach Soocheol. What a mistake, having a seat in front of that guy.

"Are you guys really? Dating?" asked Youngshin who was walking towards your seat.

You looked up at him. Then glanced back, and found Soocheol who just smiled a little.

"Ah, that's..." you said hesitantly.

"Yeah, we've been dating since three months ago," Soocheol cut in, making your classmates even more boisterous. You suddenly glared at him.

"Why, babe? Isn't this the perfect time to tell them? I'm tired of being jealous every time another boy approaches you."

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Carlisle x reader who is VERY clingy ?

You're Too Sweet

A/N: I hope this makes up for the wait dear 😅. Enjoy💙

I fall asleep in his arms and when I awake from my slumber he's still there. His calm voice being the first thing I hear. Even if I can't actually sleep, I like to just close my eyes.

“Morning honey”

“Mornin love”

I tighten my grip on him, not wanting him to leave or even thinking about letting him go so soon. I know I am clingy and it was my biggest fear to confess to Carlisle, I was worried he would not like it until he said he was fine with it. On the contrary he said he loves me being all over him and always by his side. He’s been alone for too long so finally having someone like me by his side made him feel complete. I'm always by his side, either holding his hand or arm, sitting on his lap, cuddling to his side, and or him laying against me as I wrap my legs and arms around his shoulders and waist.

If you are wondering how we make this relationship work when he has to work well let me tell you something? When we met I was a Physician Assistant at the hospital he was at, I was lucky to be his right hand, so I am around him constantly. Even if my clinginess cannot be controlled when it comes to him, I manage to stay focused when we are at work. The patients come first at work but at home that's a different story (unless we get an unexpected procedure that needs either both or only one of us).

It's just me and him, always together, his touches just energize me, it leads me to crave his touch constantly. Even a century later, our ways have not changed, I felt like in this time the craving I have for him has gotten stronger. We hunt together, we drive to work together, we even have matching pajama sets but my favorite thing is when we are in his study. He sits in his office chair while I'm curled up on his lap. It's just peace between us, nobody disturbs our blissful time, we either spend it in silence or we talk about our past. Even when our coven expanded over the years, the clingiest I have for him has not changed.

As said before, I am always by his side. We never had any issues until our coven was being expanded. I happened to hear the women of the house along with Emmett and Edward questioning my ‘behavior’. I manage to hear some things they were saying such like

‘Why is she so clingy? Does Carlisle even like that?”

“It's like she can’t give him a break”

“She’s just constantly on him, it's like a newborn animal with their mother”

That’s rich coming from them. I seen the way they cling to their mates and yet I never say anything rude about them. Even in the beginning of their relationships they could not even leave their bedrooms or respectful cottages we got them for privacy. Even to this day they have their days and still I never make snarky remarks toward them.

I remembered that day like it was yesterday, I haven't told Carlisle about it because quite frankly I wish I could forget I heard it. What if secretly Carlisle does hate how I am but has not said anything so he does not hurt my feelings?

“What’s happening in your pretty mind sweetheart?”

“What?”

“I've been talking to you these past ten minutes and you seemed to not answer me?”

“Im sorry amor, I was just spacing out”

“You know you can tell me anything, right? It's what we do on a daily basis”

I think it's time to come clean to him about what happened and my concerns about it. I don't like to hide things from him because I know we are not like that, we tell each other everything.

“You think I'm too clingy?”

“Pardon?”

I mindlessly start to draw small shapes on his chest as I continue, it's a way I cope when I feel anxious.

“Do you think I'm too clingy?”

“Honey, where is this coming from?”

“Answer the question Carlisle”

I have never really called him by his name, it's always been some enduring name. The only times I call him by his name really is at work but it's either his name or Doctor Cullen.

“You already know the answer to that sweetheart, we even talked about this many years ago”

“Yes but am I too much for you, don't you get…tired of me?”

“I don't think that's even possible”

“What isn't possible?”

“I don't think I can ever get ‘tired’ of you, you mean everything to me, without you I don't think I would be here today”

“Really?”

“Yes really darling, now why do you need reassurance?”

“I just thought you maybe we're holding back your real thoughts on me”

I felt him sit up pulling me with him. His hand went to my chin to turn it up to him, he maintained eye contact with me. Even though our room is currently dark, his eyes still twinkle. His warm smile is not far behind.

“Your my mate, I would not dare to hold anything from you, I love how close we are, emotionally and physically, when you are away from me I feel that cold empty feeling I used to feel before I met you. Words can never explain the love and devotion I have for you. Your clinginess as you say, is one of the many things I love about you also”

The look in his eyes is everything I need to diminish my worries, what the others said didn't even faze me anymore.

“There's something else isn't there?”

“You know I don't like to talk about others love”

“Honey if someone said something to hurt you I need to know, I don't like to see you upset, if your upset then i'm upset”

“Your to sweet”

“It's only my nature, but please tell me what troubles you?”

“I um heard that I was to clingy and that might bother you”

“Is that so?”

“Yea”

“You know that’s false, nobody knows me better than you do”

“I know but when others point out our lifestyle it stings a bit”

“Yes well as I said they don't know what you and I have been through”

“Fairpoint”

“Exactly, now I don't want you to let stuff like this get to you because it does not matter or even remotely apply to us, okay?”

“Okay my love”

He leaned in to peck my lips gently and gave me once again that warm smile that helps me relax. When we have moments like this it feels as if we are in the beginning of our bond and I’m falling in love with him all over again.

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 1 year

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Step 8 : Fall In Love Anyway (L.F)

Word Count : 3.1k

Warnings : swearing, food mention, brief mention of alcohol and drinking, brief mention of anxious habits (lip chewing, biting thumbnail), emotional cheating, angst, as per usual this one hurts but there's a happy ending

A/N : And that's a wrap on the 8 Step Guide! It took a bit longer than I wanted but I finished it! I hope you enjoyed all 8 steps! Don't forget to check out my next written series Perfect For You. The prologue is already out! I will also be releasing the masterlist for my smau series soon 🥰

“Have you ever met someone that you would do absolutely anything for?” Felix chuckled at first, ready to deny ever having met such a person, but then he paused and his eyes stopped on his best friend sitting across the room. Jisung was going on about this girl he met, how incredible she was, how he would do anything for her.

And Felix realized that’s exactly how he felt about Y/n. “But how do you know it’s love and not friendship?” He asked as his mouth ran dry, watching as Y/n’s boyfriend pressed a kiss to her cheek, and she smiled the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. And his heart clenched, fire burned through his veins.

Soobin and Y/n have been dating for just over a year now. Felix has been by her side throughout their entire relationship, and not once has he felt like this. Jealousy hasn’t been something he’s felt when it came to her, because she’s his best friend. And Soobin is so good to her. He loves her. “I think if you’re asking me that, you already know the answer.” Jisung chuckled, clapping Felix on the shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. “You know, I always thought you knew you were in love with her.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just think about it. I gotta go. Good luck with the lovebirds.”

He’s known her as long as he can remember, his little piece of Australia that came with him to Korea. Inseparable since they met. His mom has hundreds of pictures and videos of the two of them that she’ll send him sometimes. Remember this? She’ll ask. Of course he does. He’s not sure why, but he remembers all of it.

All the trips to the beach. All the scraped knees healed with bandages and kisses. Broken bones with casts covered in random drawings. Stories they made up with their figurines. Movie nights cuddled up under the same blanket that would turn into sleep overs, but their parents never minded because they always knew where they were.

People expected them to drift apart as they got older, but they seemed to get closer. Junior high came and went, and soon they were graduating high school, and moving to Korea together.

But as Felix went through these memories, he couldn’t figure out why Jisung thought he was in love with her. He had always seen her as a friend, his best friend, his other half. Of course he thought she was pretty, beautiful even, the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. If he were to name his ideal type, he’d probably want someone like her, but not because he loves her.

She just understands him in ways no one else does. He knows he can be clingier than other people, and she’s never made him feel too much for that, often clinging right back. She knows what he needs just by looking at his face, knows what he’s thinking by the look in his eyes.

And his family adores her! Which is so important to him. His sisters both love her so much that the three of them still keep in touch. He’s walked into their place multiple times and has seen her on the couch, video chatting with his sisters like they were hers. It always brings a smile to his face.

His mom calls her sometimes to check in on her, and if she can’t reach her, she’ll ask him about her. His dad has teased him a lot, asking him when he’s making his move on her. Oh. Oh shit.

Felix looked over to Soobin and Y/n again, seeing her smile falling as Soobin said his goodbyes, looking at his phone. And he was gone just like Jisung, leaving Felix alone with Y/n, and his heart picked up speed. What is he supposed to do now that he knows he’s in love with her?

“Jisung had to leave too?” He could hear the hurt in her voice. But why? Wasn’t Soobin a good boyfriend? Didn’t he treat her well? Was there something he wasn’t seeing? “Soobin and I were supposed to see a movie today. I already bought the tickets, but something came up at work. Want to come with me?” How could he ever tell her no?

“I don’t know, something seems weird.” Ryujin said, shaking her head as she took a bite of her cake. “When you and Soobin first got together, he dropped everything to be with you. But now it’s the opposite. Instead of being the priority, you’ve become the option.” Y/n was chewing on her lip, afraid of what it could mean. She knows how it looks on the outside, but Soobin wasn’t that type, right?

“Wasn’t he really close with Giselle before?” Yeji asked. “I remember thinking they were dating and was actually really surprised when you told us you were dating Soobin.”

“Oh yeah! Everyone was talking about it. Said their two favourite It couples broke up.” Lia chimed in. “I’m still rooting for Y/n and Felix.” Y/n lightly slapped her on the arm.

“We’re just friends!”

“That’s what they all say!” Y/n rolled her eyes. Has she thought about Felix in that way before? Of course she has. She’s not blind. He’s handsome and cute wrapped into one. She loves when he wraps her in his arms and she’s close enough to count his freckles while he softly tells her about his day in his soothingly deep voice.

Of course she’s had dreams where they’re married with a couple kids and a dog, and she’s wrapped up in his arms just like that. And they’re talking softly while their kids sleep peacefully in their rooms, their dog at the foot of their bed. It’s wholesome, it’s domestic. And it’s just a dream with no meaning.

Felix was the first to congratulate her on her relationship with Soobin. He was the one who introduced them to begin with, playing matchmaker in the background, thinking neither of them knew. He was the one who set up the first date. He gave Soobin all the tips on how to win her over. Even if she was in love with him, he certainly isn’t in love with her.

So she holds onto the love she gets from Soobin. She knows he’s slipping through her fingers. She knows his heart no longer belongs to her, but as long as he keeps coming back to her, she can pretend that Felix is just her friend. Because even a little bit of love is better than none at all.

“Where are you?” She asks as soon as Soobin picks up her video call. He’s in his car, that much she can tell. But he doesn’t look ready for the dinner they should already been on the way to.

“You look so pretty baby. Going out tonight?” She was ready to lose her mind, ready to throw her phone, and rip her hair out of her head. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she blinked them back, clenching her jaw as she spoke again, reminding him of their plans.

“We have dinner with my parents in 20 minutes, Soobin.” His eyes widened as he was reminded of the date, and he stumbled over his words, apologizing a thousand times. “I’ll just call them and cancel. Just go do whatever was clearly more important than me.”

“Baby no! Nothing is more important than you, okay? Just tell them we’re running behind. I’ll run home and change and pick you up in 15 minutes okay? Don’t cancel baby. I know you were so excited for this. And you look too pretty to let it just go to waste. Just wait for me. I love you.” She nodded and hung up the phone before calling her mom explaining that Soobin was having car troubles so they were running a bit behind.

“Shouldn’t you be gone?” Felix asked when he walked through the door. “Whoa.” He added when he took in her full appearance. “You look absolutely stunning, Y/n.” Soobin texted to let her know he had arrived, so she stood to leave, but quickly wrapped her arms around Felix, taking him by surprise.

“Thank you, Lix.” She pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek before leaving. And Felix just stood there with his hand to his cheek, his heart pounding in his chest, and jealousy running through his veins.

“There’s my baby girl!” Her dad stood from the table, taking her into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You look amazing! Doesn’t she look just incredible, Soobin? Gets it from her old man.” Soobin nodded with a smile, taking a quick look at his phone, sending off a text, before sitting down. Y/n tried not to let it bother her because he was here with her.

“We ordered a bottle of champagne since this is a celebration.” Her mom spoke up. “My baby girl is growing up so fast! Already managing her own team. Next thing you know you’ll be a CEO.”

The waiter came by with the champagne, pouring everyone a glass, and taking orders, but Soobin was still somewhere else, glancing at his phone. He tried to engage in conversation, but he kept going back to his phone. She really tried not to think much of it, trying to focus on her celebration dinner, but it was hard when out of the corner of her eye, all she could see was her boyfriend occupied with something else.

“A toast!” Her dad began, raising his glass, catching Soobin’s attention just long enough for him to slide his phone into his pocket and raise his own glass. “To my little girl who grew up way too fast before my very eyes and is now living her dreams. I always knew you could do it, pumpkin.” The four of them lightly clinked glasses before each taking a sip.

“Remember to take care of yourself and don’t work too hard. Just because you got promoted doesn’t mean you need to do everything yourself, okay?”

“Of course mom. I’ll make sure to eat and drink plenty of water.”

“And sleep! Sleep is important too.” Y/n giggled, nodding, and agreeing to sleep as well. She made sure her parents got into their car okay before making her way to Soobin’s car, who was already in the driver’s seat, talking to someone on the phone.

“I’ll be there soon, okay? I just have to drop Y/n off at home. Don’t leave the door unlocked, I have a key. Mmhmm, love you too.” She said nothing as she buckled her seatbelt, staring straight ahead. She didn’t want to believe it was true, but how could it not be? “That was nice. Next time we should pay for them.”

“Do you even know why they paid for dinner today?” Her arms were crossed over her chest, jaw clenched, brows furrowed, and Soobin put the car back into park, knowing he fucked up. It wasn’t an anniversary, or a birthday. He’s sure he didn’t miss anything, but he wasn’t paying much attention during the dinner, and he knows she noticed.

“I’m sorry I was distant during dinner baby. But something-“

“Something came up at work.” He nodded. “You just tell your coworkers you love them then? Tell them not to leave the door unlocked because you have a key?”

“It’s not what you think, I swear. I wouldn’t do that to you.” He reached out for her but she just shook her head, telling him to drive her home so he could get to whoever is more important than her. “There’s no one more-“ He shut up with the cold glare she shot him and quietly drove her home, the only sound coming from the wind blowing outside.

She immediately got out of the car when they pulled up to her house, and he followed her, wrapping his hand around her wrist, and she met his eyes.

“I promise you it’s not what you think.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “It was Giselle. She’s just going through a lot right now and really needs me and I had promised to go over right after work, but I remember you being excited about this dinner, and I wanted to be there for you.”

“I was excited because I was promoted, Soobin. It was a celebration dinner. And you would have known that if you paid even a sliver of attention to me at all tonight, but your mind has been filled with nothing but Giselle for months now. So just tell me right now, do you love her?” He opened his mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come out. He couldn’t deny having feelings for Giselle, but did he love her? Not the way he loved Y/n, but his hesitation gave her the answer she needed, and she turned away, but he caught her wrist again.

“Y/n wait!”

“I got my answer Soobin. And that’s fine. We shouldn’t be together if we both love someone else.” His grip loosened. “You love her, and I love Felix.”

Felix wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He knows he wasn’t supposed to hear it, knows it was a private conversation between a couple, an ex couple. But he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her words ringing through her mind, You love her, and I love Felix. And he can’t help but wonder if she meant it. Or did she just say it so Soobin wouldn’t win?

Does Felix confess to her? Would it be wrong of him? He paces, chewing on his thumbnail, deep in thought, and Jisung just watches him. “What’s up with him?” Minho asks, taking a seat next to him, handing him his coffee. And Jisung just shrugs.

“Midlife crisis?”

“Nah too young.”

“Existential crisis?” Minho studies Felix’s face for a few minutes before shaking his head again.

“Seems deeper than that. This is a love crisis.” Jisung smiled to himself, shaking his head before taking a sip of his coffee. “You know something I don’t. Spill.”

“He’s in love with Y/n.”

“Huh. Classic.” The two just sat there, watching Felix pace back and forth as he thought through everything that could go wrong if he were to confess. It could ruin their friendship, friendship they’ve had for their entire lives. She could laugh in his face, ask why she would ever return his feelings. She could pity him, feel bad for not returning his feelings, tell him she loves Soobin, that her heart was just broken and that’s why she said what she said. He was never meant to hear it. She could hate him for listening in on her conversation.

But there’s one outcome that could make it all worth it. One outcome that makes all the bad fade away. The outcome where she meant it. The one where she really does love him. “I’m going to confess.” He says suddenly and then leaves. Minho and Jisung just exchange looks, shrugging their shoulders, and then continue about their day. Weirder things have happened.

“You did the right thing.” Ryujin said matter-of-factly as she ate her cake. The other girls agreed quickly, each chiming in with things they didn’t like about Soobin between bites of their own lunches.

“I’m still rooting for Y/n and Felix.” Yeah, she is too. “Best friends to lovers? Best trope in my opinion.”

“And they’re childhood best friends!” Yeji chimed in.

“Even better!” Lia cried. She grabbed Y/n’s hands, pouting as she looked her in the eyes. “Please date Felix! You two would be so cute!!!” Y/n just chuckled, pulling her hands away, patting Lia’s hands.

“That’s not just up to me.”

“Oh please that man is obsessed with you.” Ryujin spoke up as she took the final bite of her cake.

“Please eat something other than cake.” Yeji said, sliding some of her food over to her. Ryujin immediately slid it back, keeping eye contact with Yeji as she pulled out another slice of cake, immediately taking a bite, still not breaking eye contact. “Though I don’t agree with her eating habits, I do agree that Felix loves you.” Lia was quick to agree, still pleading her with her eyes.

“You three are relentless. I’m going back to work.”

She didn’t want to think about it, the possibility of Felix returning her feelings. But it was the only thing running through her mind her entire way home. She spent years pushing her feelings aside, pretending they weren’t there, hoping one day they would go away, or he’d confess to her. But her feelings continued to grow, and he introduced her to Soobin.

It was as if he knew she loved him and it was his way of rejecting her. Introducing her to someone that would treat her right, love her right. For a short time anyway, but there was someone else in his life. Another girl that took his attention and heart away. And the small amount of love she was okay with receiving wasn’t enough anymore.

She wanted Felix. And she hated that the only person she wanted was him. It hit her all at once. After years pushing anything that felt like love to the side, it hit her all at once. Walking into their shared house seeing a trail of rose petals leading up to a dinner for two, a candle in the middle of the table, Felix standing next to it in a suit, holding a bouquet with a shy smile on his face. “Welcome home.”

“What’s all this?” So many emotions hit her at once. But the one that stuck out the most was love. And she knew she couldn’t push it aside anymore. It was time to feel it in full force.

“My confession.” He held out the bouquet for her to take. “Do you accept?” She couldn’t help the smile that made its way to her face as she took the flowers from his hand.

“Yeah. I accept.”

“Good because this took way too long to cook. Shall we?” He gestured to the dinner he made set up on the table and she nodded. He pulled out a chair for her, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before sitting across from her, watching as her cheeks went red, just like his when she kissed his. And it was like a dream come true. Falling in love with his best friend and having her fall in love with him too.

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liverspaghett · 1 month

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˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰Don't Leave Yet꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

Junhan x fem Reader

Wc: 4.8k

Warnings: ever so slightly angst, cheesy ending, not proofread

Summary: A former classmate reconnects with Gaon and meets Junhan in the process. They try to avoid falling in love, but can't hold back for long.

"Guys, one of my old friends is coming to visit, PLEASE be normal!" Jiseok stands in front of all five of us to beg us to be normal in front of his friend.

"Do you see who you're talking to?" Seungmin asks him and points to Jooyeon. Jiseok sighs. He knows it'll be impossible, but how can he make a good impression of the new him? Jooyeon looks over to Seungmin with an offended look.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Jooyeon interjects. I sit back and listen to the inevitable chaos that's bound to happen. The velvety blue couch is springy underneath me as I lay back, getting comfortable.

Jungsu was ignoring the entire conversation. He was right beside me, looking at the supposed girls' social media profiles.

"Look, Hyeongjun, she's also a nerd like Jiseok!" Jungsu laughs and shows me the girl. She works in a chemistry lab, experimenting with superacids. No wonder she and Jiseok get along. Jiseok looks over to me and Jungsu with a pout on his face, telling me he's about to whine.

"Guys, don't be mean!" Jiseok whines - just as I expected. I look back down at the profile. She's kinda cute, not bad at all.

"No, she looks cool," I say. Jiseok lights up. I must be his only hope in looking normal to the girl. I'm simply just too shy to act up around new people.

There's a knock on the door and Jiseok panics. He glares at each of us before going to open it, and the girl walks in. She's a lot prettier in person. Her hair is long and dark. She's fairly tall, about the same height as Jiseok. And her outfit is very nice, I'd say business casual. She's wearing a black pleated skirt and a brown sweater. Her hair is in a ponytail, and there's a bow in her hair that matches the sweater. Her shoes are black. You can tell she's an academia girl.

Jungsu leans over and whispers to me, "Well, show some emotion, don't scare her," and I almost laugh at that. She comes over to introduce herself. In my peripheral vision, I see Jooyeon repositioning himself to appear more. . . Flattering? Attractive? I'm not sure, but he's clearly trying to draw attention to himself.

"So what's your MBTI?" Of course, Gunil clicks well with her, immediately making friends. Jiseok must be relieved. At least one of us is good at this. She looks over and starts talking to him.

"I'm an ENFP!" She states with excitement. Jooyeon jumps out of his seat, unable to contain himself.

"NO WAY- ME TOO!" He blurts out. Jiseok is glaring at him, but he doesn't notice. My lips curl upward at the scene unfolding before me. To my surprise, the girl is a lot like Jooyeon. Jiseok made it out to be that she was serious and level-headed. He was far from correct. I should've known. After all, she's a chemist.

When she isn't talking to Jooyeon anymore, she glances over towards me, nearly expressionless. I get anxious and start to feel insecure. Why is she looking at me? Does she think I look weird? After all, I was wearing black lipstick, a skirt, a choker, and painted nails. It wasn't very common, but it's me. I avert my gaze from her and stay silent. She definitely thinks I'm weird. I tune out their conversation until they start talking about our band's music.

"Oh, I LOVE your music!" She says. Jiseok is perky when he hears this, sporting a wide, charming smile. At least she likes the music. I look up when a shadow is cast over me. Seungmin is standing in front of me, tilting his head as a gesture to follow him. He excuses us, and we step out of the room.

"What's up? You look sad." He asks me. I guess he picked up on my vibe

"I'm not sad, I just feel awkward in there with her. She looks at me with a really cold face. She obviously thinks I'm weird."

"Don't let her bother you. She's about to leave anyway." And just as he says that, Gunil sticks his head out of the door.

"Hey guys! She's coming home with us!" He sounds cheery. I'm far from it. My heart sinks into my stomach and incinerates. Seungmin gave Gunil a thumbs up.

"I'm going to the bathroom for a minute, be right back," I excuse myself, and Seungmin knows well enough that I want to be by myself.

In the bathroom, I peer into the mirror. I thought I looked cool. I wet a paper towel and wipe off the makeup. I take off the accessories and put them into my pockets. I try my best to look somewhat presentable before I go back to the practice room.

Everyone looks so excited and cheerful to have this new girl around. I just wanna go home and lock myself in my room.

"Hyeongjun, your makeup?" Jiseok asks me where it went.

"Some of my eyeliner smeared, but when I tried to fix it, it smeared even more, so I just took it all off," my lie was reasonable, and everyone bought it. Well, almost everyone. Seungmin knew what was going on.

"Well, it's time to start heading home. Guys, where is she sleeping?" Gunil asks.

"She can have my room. I'll just sleep with Jiseok." Jooyeon volunteers immediately. No one objects to his idea, so it sticks. We get in the cars and head home.

I sit in the back, as far from her as I can possibly get. She glances back at me a couple of times, and I'm unsure of why. Do I just weird her out THAT much?

At home, I don't waste any time and run straight to my room and lock the door behind me. I'm happy to be alone and in my safe place. I hear incoherent chattering outside, likely in the living room. Someone asks her what she thinks of me, but her voice is so soft that I can't understand what she said. I'm sure she lied and kept the answer as basic as possible to avoid talking about me.

I took a quick shower to clear my mind and changed into some pajamas. They're a lot more basic than my daytime clothes, just a basic and sweats. Now, if I'm forced to interact with her, I'll look just like any other guy out there.

I hear a knock on my door. Seungmin reveals it's him, so I unlock the door and let him in.

"You ok?" He asks me.

"What'd she say?" I ask him.

"What do you mean"

"When one of you asked her what she thinks of me, what did she say?"

"She said she thinks your fashion is super cool and she envies your makeup skills!" Seungmin almost laughs.

"Are you lying? Was she being sarcastic?"

"Definitely not! She blushed at the mention of your name," I didn't notice, but when seungmin smiled at me I realized I must've perked up.

"Cmon, she'd love to get to know you!" Seungmin encourages me, but now that I know she's thinks I'm cool, I'm too shy.

"I can't," I say and Seungmin laughs.

"You can, I'll guide the conversation." He offers, and that relieves enough stress that I'm able to get up and follow him to the living room. I sit on the couch and gulp, waiting for seungmin.

"Hi Junhan," her voice is soft and sweet. She sounds excited, but she's a bit quiet and has an airy voice.

"You can just call me Hyeongjun."

"So, Y/n, how long are you gonna be stuck here?" Seungmin asks.

"Two weeks, I still am so sorry for the trouble." She apologizes. Two weeks is a while. Maybe we can get along.

"It's not trouble at all!" Seungmin says.

"Stuck? How'd you get stuck here?" I ask her.

"My round-trip ticket didn't process, and all of the flights are booked for the next two weeks, and I don't have enough money to pay for a hotel that long," she sighs, clearly feeling like a burden.

"Well, we're glad to have you here," I say, knowing good and well I mean it on my own behalf.

"We really are!" Jooyeon enters the room, having come back from cleaning up his room. I knew he was by far the most excited. He's already in love with her. I feel a quick and weird feeling in my stomach when I think of that, but I ignore it.

Jooyeon takes her suitcase and carries it to his room as she follows him. She looks back at me, but this time with a different expression. She smiles and waves at me. I wave back at her. After jooyeon closes the door behind her, Jungsu starts giggling.

"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." He says. I give him a look, and he rolls his eyes.

"You, idiot," my face changes from a glare to confused. Jungsu imitates the way I waved at her, of course adding a bunch of extra that didn't happen.

"I didn't do that-" I got a bit defensive before thinking.

"Did I?" I look to Seungmin for confirmation. His face tells me it's the answer I don't wanna hear.

"Of course, it wasn't that dramatic, and you didn't look stupid, but you did get shy, blush, and smile when you waved back at her." Seungmin clarifies for me.

"Well, I mean, im shy around, new people. What's wrong with that?"

"Not that kind of shy," Jungsu says.

"I don't like her? We just met!" Jungsu shrugs, feeling his argument doesn't need to be defended.

Jooyeon plops down beside Jungsu and sighs like he's in a daydream. Jungsu and Seungmin look at him with disgust.

"What's up with you?" Jungsu questions Jooyeon. There's an attitude to his voice.

"Nothing," Jooyeon says.

"Do you already like Y/n?" I ask him. He looks at me, his face flushed pink, and shrugs. I'll take that as a yes. I guess I won't interfere. I just like the fact she thinks I'm cool, and she's really pretty... and smart. And- I need to stop.

I get up and go to my room, I need to get some sleep. All of this socializing has exhausted me. The door clicks behind me and I turn off my light and get under my blankets. The sheets are crisp around my body. I get comfortable until I finally fall asleep.

The next morning, I go into the living room. My eyes are still near shut, my clothes are all twisted the wrong way, and my hair is standing straight up. Normally, I don't mind, but I see Y/n standing in the kitchen and panic. I run to the bathroom before she notices me. I try to look like I effortlessly look good when I wake up. Wait- why do I even care? I ignore my question for myself and brush my hair so it lays down. I decide I look good enough and go back into the living room.

"Morning, Hyeongjun!" She greets me, and I reply.

"Good morning." I hope my voice isn't too flat. She smiles at me. I can't tell if her face is naturally rosy or if she's blushing. I try to stop myself from hoping it's the latter.

Jooyeon walks into the room, I can't tell why my stomach feels weird all of a sudden. He sits beside Y/n, and it makes the feeling worse. He looks to her, ready to speak to her.

"You coming with us to practice today?" He sounds excited, hoping she'll accept his offer. I hope she joins us.

"I'd love to! I won't get in the way, will I?" She asks politely.

"Of course not!" I say in unison with Jooyeon. We give each other an odd look, not expecting to have said the same thing.

"Then I guess I'll be there!" She says. I want to rip my heart out for feeling so weird right now. I get up and head to Jiseok's room. I want to see what he thinks. He opens the door when I knick. I welcome myself in and plop down on his bed

"Need somethin'?" Jiseok asks me, fixing his shirt in the mirror.

"Yeah, actually, but I don't know what I need,"

"What's it about?" He looks back at me, grabbing the hairbrush off of his dresser and fixing his hair. I hum and 'I don't know' to him, I'm too nervous to mention Y/n.

"Cmon, you can tell me," He says, I feel more pressure to say it.

"How come my stomach feels weird, and I want to rip out my guts when I see Y/n?" I blurt out.

"He smiles in the mirror, looking at me in the reflection.

"It's not a disgusted, angry feeling is it?" He asks. I shake my head, I'm more nervous, my adrenaline is insanely high.

"You're probably crazy attracted to her. Does seeing Jooyeon flirt with her make you angry? Jealous even?" He prys further. After a moment of thinking, I nod. He giggles and covers his mouth.

"I HAVE TO TELL JUNGSU... AND SEUNGMIN... AND GUNIL!" He gets excited, but I get up and grab his shoulders.

"You aren't telling anyone. Got it?" I demand. He nods. That excited smile doesn't leave his face.

"Well, you can tell Seungmin," I say. "But that's it!" He gets excited and squeals before opening the door, causing Jooyeon to nearly fall in.

"You were listening-" I say, my heart skips a beat in fear.

"I was just curious, and Hyeongjun, I think we need to talk." Jooyeon sounded serious, but this had to happen eventually. Gaon still leaves the room, leaving me and Jooyeon to talk.

"You can have her." He says. He sounds genuine, but still sad.

"But you really like her, Jooyeon." I feel bad if I just take her from him.

"I've talked to her a lot, and I think you're more her type. Plus, she gets shy when you're brought up." He encourages me to take her. Eventually, I agree.

"Thanks," I don't really know what else to say. I'm genuinely grateful, though.

"How am I supposed to actually, I dunno- make it happen?" I ask. Jooyeon might be the best person to ask, other than Jiseok, who knows her so well.

"You need rizz, brother." Jooyeon answers, and I cringe at him.

"Rizz- couldn't you have just said I should try flirting?" He shrugs.

"Ask Jiseok if you want a 'real answer." He puts emphasis on the 'real'.

"I will." I say, and he laughs. We both leave my room, he goes to his and I go to Seungmin's. I guarantee that's where Jiseok is.

Seungmin opens the door when I knock, and just as I expected, Jiseok is sitting on the bed, talking Seungmin's ear off.

"So I heard you've got a crush?" Seungmin teases.

"I guess." I reply. Jiseok giggles.

"Jooyeon said I need rizz. Did he indirectly call me a loser?" The two nod. So he did.

"Don't worry, Y/n is too," Jiseok says. Seungmin laughs lightly.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"You all called me a loser and a nerd for liking chemistry, but when she does, it's cool?" Jiseok says. Me and Seungmin laugh.

"But for serious, I can help you get her attention," Jiseok says.

"More than you have already!" Seungmin adds. I guess she does think I'm cool.

"Go get dressed, and dress like you normally would. She likes it." Jiseok instructs me, and I do as he suggested.

Today, I put on a couple of extra accessories. I touch up my nails and put on my eyeliner and lipstick. I feel unusually confident. Not just because I look like a meal, but because someone else, a girl, also thinks so.

Back in the living room, everyone is gathered and ready to leave. Y/n glanced over to me a couple of times, but she looked away as soon as we made eye contact. Is she nervous? We all finally got in the car and made our way to band practice. It's not the longest ride, but it's too long to walk.

My members must've been helping me out because I ended up right beside Y/n. It's a tight fit, and our arms inevitably touch. I feel my face burning. I almost thought it would melt off. My hand slips off of my thigh and falls between me and her. Unbeknownst to me, her hand was already resting there. My hand is lying on top of hers now. Before I could hesitate to leave it, I jerk my hand back up.

"Sorry," I laugh nervously and probably awkwardly. Her face is beet red, and Jiseok is laughing from behind me. I assume mine is as well.

"Put it back," Jiseok whispers in my ear. I know what he means. I take a second to build my courage and carefully lay my hand back on top of hers. Every second she doesn't react feels like an eternity. Soon enough (as in three seconds), she flips her hand over and holds mine. To avoid making eye contact, I use my other hand to play on my phone. She does the same. I look up from my phone to look in the rear view mirror to find Jiseok and Seungmin losing it after they look over the seat.

After we park, our hands separate, and I feel oddly disappointed about it. Everyone gets out, and we make our way to the practice room. All of our instruments are exactly where we left them. I'm in my usual place, and I get comfortable with my guitar, it's like another part of my body at this point.

We start playing. Y/n watches me as I practically put on a show for her. This is the only way I know how to get her attention, so when it comes time for my solo, I give it my all, more than I do on stage. Her eyes are wide as I look over to her. She's fixed on me. Just what I want. The song finishes and she looks impressed.

Her phone rings and it's the airport. They say she will have to come to the airport to confirm her identity for whatever reason. She gets up and makes it to the door. Before I can think of what I’m doing, I’m up there, asking for her number.

“You know, just in case,” I say.

“Yeah, let me give it to you!” I have her number now.

“Do you want me to walk you out?”

“That’d be nice.” She says. The walk is silent, but it’s a comfortable silence.

“I’ll text you what happens,” she says.

“I’ll come pick you up in the car, we should be home by then. Just call me when you’re ready.”

“Ok, thanks, Hyeongjun,” she smiles and then she's gone. The door closes completely as she leaves the building and my heart sinks, but at the same time, I'm full of excitement. Back in the practice room, My bandmates are teasing me.

“That’s the rizz I was talking about now!” Jooyeon says. Everyone’s talking and cheering, they don’t even know the best part yet.

“I’m going to pick her up later, she’s gonna call me” They cheer. I see my reflection in one of Gunil’s cymbals. My smile looks triumphant. I’m happy to see they’re happy for me.

Practice ends after several hours, still no notification from Y/n. I wonder what’s going on. I drive us all home and wait for her to call. I’m done getting ready for bed and it’s insanely late when she finally calls.

“Hey, sorry it’s so late, but I'm finally done. If you’re tired I can walk back.” She suggests walking home to spare me, but not only is that dangerous, I also can’t pass this opportunity.

“No, I’ll be right there.” I sound a bit stern, refusing to let her walk back. I tell everyone else I'll be back and leave. They already know where I’m going. I get in the car and make my way to the airport. When I finally spot her, I see some random man hitting on her. She looks uncomfortable. I park in front of them.

“Oh babe, You’re here!” she says. I blush really hard but realize what she’s doing.

“Yep! Hop in, sweetie, we need to get going. The kids miss you so much!” I reply to her, keeping up the act. The man runs off, pretending he never saw her. She gets in and sighs.

“Thanks, and sorry,” she apologies.

“No problem, he looked like a creep.” I say. I can’t let her know I want to hear her call me babe again and again.

“By kids, you mean Jiseok, right?” She jokes and we both laugh.

“Yes, actually that’s really what I was thinking of!” I laugh.

It feels like a painfully short ride before we make it home. As soon as I get there, everyone’s getting ready.

“Guys, it’s nine pm, what are you doing?” Only Gunil replies to me.

“Get ready,” he says.

“Why, what are we doing?” Everyone’s in what we call our ‘cool boy fits’.

“A party,” Jungsu says.

“Are we playing?” I ask.

“No, just attending,” Jiseok says. I give up questioning any further and put on my outfit from today again and reapply my makeup. Once I'm finished, I see Y/n. My body doesn’t know how to react to seeing her outfit. She's in a cropped bustier top and a miniskirt. She dropped the sweet, smart girl and looked for something significantly more… mature, and I think I like it.

I sit beside her in the car again, and this time we talk. It’s weird to think I’m getting along with her so quickly, that's unusual for me. She smiles and we lock eyes briefly after the car parks. Her smile is full of excitement and it spreads to me. We head into the house. It’s really big and very nice. It must have been expensive.

The first while is spent drinking and dancing. I don’t typically dance, but when ‘Not Shy’ plays, stop watching Y/n dance and join her. She laughs and we have fun dancing together. A new song comes on that I’ve heard, but don’t know the dance to, but she does. It’s ‘Cosmic’. She sings along under her breath as she dances, interlocking eyes with me as she does. It feels as if the lyrics describe our situation perfectly.

One too many drinks and dances, we’re now on the couch, staring at each other. We’re too drunk for it to be awkward. The tension is too much. She starts closing in on me and I reciprocate until our lips are connected. I grab her and pull her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her waist. She complies and kisses me again. The kiss gets more heated until I part my lips for her and she begins exploring my mouth with her tongue. After a while, she pulls away, completely out of breath. Her lips are swollen as she gazes down at me. I glance over to look at the other side of the room and see Jiseok looking at us. Y/n spots him and gets off of me, running out of sight. I don’t see her for the rest of the night.

I wake up with a migraine. The first thing that I think of from last night is the kiss. I leave my room and she's not in the living room. I don’t blame her for sleeping in. Jooyeon comes out of his room, closing the door behind him.

“Is she ok?” I ask him, assuming he saw her in there.

“I dunno, she refuses to come out and she won’t tell me why. She won’t even speak to Jiseok,” It hits me. Jiseok saw us kissing last night. I wonder if he remembers. I get up and head to his room. He answers as soon as I knock.

“What do you remember from last night?” I blatantly ask him.

“If you’re asking about you two making out, yes I remember.” he answers. That answered my first question. My lips tingle as I remember the feeling.

“Then what’s wrong with her?”. Jiseok shrugs. At the same time, there’s a knock at the door. I open it and it’s Gunil.

“Guys, she’s gone.” he sounds worried.

‘She was just in Jooyeon’s room.”

“Well she’s not there anymore.” Gunil says and Jiseok’s phone rings with a notification. He looks and it’s a text from Y/n. She says she was able to get on a flight home today and apologizes for leaving without notice. I don’t say anything before I get in the car and head for the airport alone. I get a text from Jiseok. It’s a screenshot of his messages from Y/n. There’s a new text I haven't seen. It reads “Tell Hyeongjun I love him”.

I speed up, cutting the drive from twenty minutes to ten. I’m going dangerously fast in an attempt to get there before she leaves. I look at the flight schedule and the next plane takes off in ten minutes. I’m not normally reckless, but I speed past the other cars until I see the airport in the distance. I come to a screeching halt by the entrance and run in.

The airport is packed with people, it’s gonna be impossible to find her. I search for her but to no avail. It’s time for the plan, I’d better just give up. I look down, feeling defeated, but when my gaze hits the ground, it lands on a dropped passport. That’s not good, you can't board the plane without it. I pick it up to see who it belongs to before I take it to the front desk. It’s Y/n’s! I run to the front desk and she’s there talking to someone.

“Looking for this?” I ask her and she turns around. Her eyes go straight to me, skipping over her passport. She’s frozen. I don’t hand her her passport, but instead try to convince her to stay.

“Y/n, I love you, and I want nothing more than for you to stay and be with me.” I confess, scared she will shut me down. Her silence scares me. My anxiety worsens the longer she stands there. A plane takes off in the background, it’s hers.

“Well, I have no choice now.” she says. My heart sinks and I realize I may have made a mistake.

“I- I’m so sorry,” I give her the passport and turn around to leave. I may never recover from this, I'm so embarrassed. I’m pulled out of my thoughts as there’s a tug on the back of my jacket. I’m pulled untilI turn completely around and I'm back to facing Y/n. Before I can try to apologize again or brace for a punch to the face, she pulls me in and kisses me. I hesitate briefly before I kiss her back.

“Take me home, Hyeongjun,” and I know she’s talking about mine, but I guess it’s hers too now. I smile and get her in the car. This time I drive carefully.

“Does this mean we’re-” and I interrupt her.

“Yes.” I say. I glance over and see her putting hearts around my contact name that has been upgraded from “Hyeongjun” to “my man”. I can’t help but get flustered by that. I pull into the driveway and a few of the guys come out to see what happened. I get out and so does Y/n. I grab her hand and hold it up victoriously.

“I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!” Seungmin yells, making Y/n look at me confusedly.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention from day one,” I admit.

“You’ve had my attention since day one,”. She smiles at me, and I have to look away out of shyness.

#xdinary heroes #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes fanfic #junhan #junhan x reader #han hyeongjun #hyeongjun x reader #xdh fanfic

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lilabella12 · 5 months

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1300 - Day 1

Meet the Norwood family..... they live on a small farm in the outskirts of Windenburg, a fief of Lord Gilbert de Clare.

William inherited this farm from his father when he passed while William was just a child. He never had any siblings but found a responsible wife in Eva. She's happy when she is surrounded by people while her husband is the exact opposite.

Together they had 3 children who help out around the farm.

The youngest is Evan who is responsible for the chickens, even though his big brother keeps a watchful eye out... He knows that his little brother likes to cause mischief.

Evan turned 7 not too long ago and has developed some other interests.... He takes to archery quite well

Tara is the middle child of the family. She helps out with planting and harvesting in the garden but most of her time she spends out in the forest... The family doesn't really understands what draws her to it but Eva is always thankful for the supplies she brings home.

Finnian, the eldest son, mostly manages the crops and goes out hunting with his father when the pantry need filling. He has a really good relationship with his sister.

The year 1300 catches them a little bit off guard. They used up most of their supplies in the last winter and William goes out to hunt almost every day. Eva is worried that they will run short in a few days.

"Finnian, do you think you could run an errand down at the Bishops? I asked him to set aside some fish for storing and I just want to know if he has had any luck catching some.... I would do it myself but I'm feeling faint today."

"Of course mother, you should rest today. Don't worry, I wanted to talk to Emma anyway. We wanted to go to curch together before Easter."

When Finnian leaves, she lies done immeadiatly. She isn't feeling good lately, there were even a few fainting spells... If it doesn't get better she knows she need to go to the village doctor.

Finnian meanwhile has walked over to their neighbours, the Bishops. He's anxious about his mothers illness but happy that he can see his childhood friend, Emma.

"Sorry, but my father is out fishing today, he didn't catch much the last few days. I'll be happy to come by and bring some if he catches any."

"My mother is really worried, I think I'll just go there and ask him myself... or... We could go down to the river and try to catch some?"

"Sure, we can try... but don't be disappointed when we don't catch anything."

They don't catch anything but at least they had time to talk. For some time now Finnian is drawn to Emma's company but he can't quite put together why.... They decide to go to church together next week to pray for a good harvest at least.

But Finnian didn't need to worry. When Emmas father returns shortly after they get home, he shares a bountiful catch with him.

Emma watches him leave with a smile on her face. She's happy that he feels a bit calmer now.

When he comes home that evening, he's happy to see that his mother recovered somewhat she sits together with the neighbours who brought over some food so share.

"Look, Finnian, the neighbours brought some pheasants they hunted today, I can prepare it for tomorrow."

"That's nice, mother. The Bishops also had some fish to share. Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, love, thank you. Let me take those to the pantry."

The neighbours look at their exchange fondly.

"Well, Finnian, you've grown up to be quite the responsible young man. Eva, would you like me to bring over my daughter sometime? He should start to think about marriage soon."

Finnian smiles awkwardly and looks away. Emma's smiling face shows up in his mind.

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#ultimate decades challenge #norwood legacy #1300 #the sims 4 #generation 0

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jenkys-hoard · 2 years

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A sneak peak of The Nutcracker and His Shadow (how much of a sneak is dependent on how much of this drabble @cursegirlrabbit wants to use in the actual fic lol)

"Alright..." Donald settles down in the steps. His joints are still stiff from the cold and sitting on a staircase made of ice certainly isn't going to help, but that's not exactly his main concern at the moment. He casts a final glance around as he sets down the lantern; the queen has been exceedingly kind but, call it a gut feeling, they need to be alone for a bit. "I can tell your upset and it's something other than being separated from Panchito."

Jose, his shadowy reflection being projected clearly onto the icy wall next to him, makes a point to roll his shoulders as if he's confused.

"Don't give me that." Donald leans back on his hands, stretching out his legs to relieve some of the ache. "You've been weird since we got here...."

He scrunches his beak a bit as Jose makes a point to make his eyes look in any other direction- he knows he's not fooling anyone, he might as well be a bit childish about it.

"Is it..." Donald pauses, trying to formulate his words, "Is it because you're just stuck with me now?" he tries to keep any hurt out of his voice, it certainly wouldn't be the first time he's made friends with someone who just can't take that much of... him.

Jose visibly startles, arms flailing and eyes wide as saucers- he hastily corrects the action to fervently shake his head no, make X's with his arms, anything he can fathom to deny that thought process immediately.

The change in demeanor is so sudden, Donald can't help but laugh.

Jose noticeably relaxes but his feathers are still on end and eyes are now narrowed.

"I'm sorry." Donald snorts. He tilts his head to gaze at the shadow. "Thank you, though."

Jose nods sharply, feathers relaxing as he finally curls in on himself, letting it show that he does need help...

"Well," Donald bumps his shoulder against the wall playfully, "We're not heading out til tomorrow and we'll be stuck together allllllll niiiight~" he chuckles, victoriously getting a grin out of his companion.

Jose fidgets with his hands, trying to formulate his "words". Some way to feasibly communicate what's wrong.... Not that he even really wants to; its embarrassing and, in the grand scheme of things, just really damn petty...

Caught up in his head, Jose winds up fidgeting his hands into two beaks and just- booping them together in a 'kissy' motion....

Donald stares at the shadow hands, taking in his friend's anxious posture as he gently pokes his pursed fingertips together... Contemplatively, Donald mimics the motion, trying to draw a meaning from it.... "...!" Donald's face flushes scarlet, the chill leaving his body in an instant. "Ah-... is this.... this is about the kiss?" Donald tries to to choke on his words too hard in his flusterdness.

Jose nods hesitantly, eyes darting between Donald and the floor in frantic anxiety.

Donald stares at his shadow friend helplessly. When Reginella had given him a quick peck on the cheek earlier, he honestly hadn't thought too much of it; her Majesty is cute, yes, someone he could see himself with? In other circumstances, maybe. But, as he's in a world that is not his own, one where he cannot possibly stay nor ask her to leave, one where their meeting is simply an ever-fleeting moment in some much grander scheme? Well, he took the kiss at face value. As an equally-fleeting gesture of appreciation and friendliness... Perhaps, it seems, Jose read more into it? Why would he though? Donald had found himself under the impression that Jose and Panchito were partners... Maybe it's that Jose is missing the ability to interact physically with others? Maybe... Donald holds his hand to the wall in a way not dissimilar to how he had during the storm...

Jose smiles at the gesture, moving one of his hands to match. His eyes fill with longing and sadness that should be inpercievable in his current form.

Donald takes in the look... He's relied on his instincts a lot in his life, if he does so once more? What's the harm?

He leans closer, taking advantage of Jose's attention on their "joint" hands to press his beak to the shadow's 'cheek'.

It's quite silly, really, but Jose visibly melts under the attention of the motion so he'll count it as a win.

Satisfied that his friend is in better spirits, Donald moves back- oh phooey.

#donald duck #jose carioca #nutcracker au #nutcracker and his shadow #reginella #fanfic fanart #writing drabble #damn donald how come jenkins gave you TWO costume changes #listen if this man is gonna almost die in a snow storm he deserves to get out of his nightshirt fdgfhfhjfhtfrhfjf

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 1 year

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howdy ! i've never been matched up before and saw you were doing them so i'm curious to know who you'd match me with ^-^

i think i'm supposed to give a little description of myself first right ? Here i go

i'd say i'm a really stubborn person who doesn't care about others opinions and walk by my own rhythm but my anxiety has kept me from doing so and made me really shy and introverted , if i asked a friend to describe me they'd probably say anger issues (i've been getting better from them and that makes me really proud) and that i'm a people pleaser, i like helping others even when ik they wouldn't do the same for me ( don't put me in the same room as azul cus ik he'll scam me 😭) my hobbies consist of drawing and listening to music , i really like to try my hand at any type of arts and crafts but if I don't get if right the first time i'll probably give up on it 😅

okay so relationship wise i'm looking for someone extroverted who will make time for me and communicate with me , i'm tired of introverted boys who don't put any effort and don't communicate and just let me do all the work . i just want someone who i feel comfortable with , who ik i can joke with without walking on eggshells around them , someone who can be my bedt friend and lover , I mostly show affection through teasing and joking since i have a hard time talking about my feelings .

for the additional information: i'm an Aries sun , Leo moon , and Sagittarius rising and i'm an intp if that helps

sorry this ended up being way too long and clearly i talked as if i was at a therapy session but i hope you don't mind and find time to do my request,if not please just ignore this 😅

I AM HONOURED TO WRITE YOUR FIRST MATCH-UP! *shoots self-love at you* Oh, here he is!

Kalim Al-Asim

Before everything else, he’s your friend. There to support you in his optimistic, sunshiney, well, Kalim, way. Even before ~da romance~ he is very forward with his feelings and would casually say, “I love you!” But one day everything just came together and he realized that yes, he loves you, and not in a friend way!

Yeah, the two of you are both people-pleasers, but through some growth together, you can both put your foot down and assert yourselves! Kalim will be there to reassure you in anxious situations as well. But he likes seeing you walk to the rhythm of your own drum.

He would giggle and tease you back, albeit his teasing is very lighthearted. He takes the joking like a champ, and you need not to worry about walking on eggshells around him.

Kalim is an open book, he may be busy, but he’ll set aside time for you… or just ditch his duties :D Why would he want to discuss silk prices when he could hang out with his favourite person?!

Even though he would be super excited to see what you created in your sketchbook, he also respects your boundaries. He may ask, but he won’t push. He is your number one supporter though. You don’t like it? Well, Kalim thinks it’s lovely!

Speaking of art, if he so happens to overhear that you want some high end supplies, well, you are now set for life! Kalim would also make you some drawings, or add a post it note on your sketchbook. “This is STUNNING! But not as stunning as you! :D ”

Impromptu dance party! He likes listening to music with you, be it just sitting quietly and moving his head to the rhythm with you, or dancing about and laughing. He would also invite you along to Light Music Club if you ever wanted to see him perform. “This one is for you, my sweet bee!” *queue drum solo*

He would also be there, and be more serious if you wanted to tell him something; be it something small that was bugging you, or something heavy that was weighing you down. He may be cheerful, but he knows when something is on your mind.

"You know, I'm always here if you want to talk, sweet bee."

Hope you like your match-up, Melice! Also, it's an honour to write your first one!

Yes, he calls you his sweet bee; people may think you're "angry" but he just sees a sweet friend trying to live their life. Plus, he also took note that you like the lil fuzzy pollinators, so you are now Sweet Bee!

#twst match ups #dove does match ups #kalim al-asim #melice!#kalim; sweet bee!!!! :D <3 #ALSO I LOVE YOUR ART TAKE THE COMPLIMENTS #mutuals <3 #you best be asleep at the time i'm posting this; i know your time zone melice

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Waving Through the Veil (Ch 1)

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen (Book and Musical)

Summary: Evan is haunted by Connor. No, literally haunted. His ghost shows up after hearing Evan's lie about the Orchard, and Evan can actually see him. But, as weird as this situation is, maybe this is how they can become real friends after all.

Note: The one thing I’ve always wanted to see from this franchise, ever since first watching the musical, but even more so after reading the book, is the ghost of Connor being able to have a relationship with Evan. So...I decided to write it! This is written in the style of the book, and will probably mostly follow the book, (I even include some passages from it), but I will probably draw from the musical at times too, depending on what portrayal of something I like best. For those of you who have read the book, the fic begins in the middle of the first scene of chapter 9. I hope you enjoy!! If you do, please don't hesitate to leave a comment to let me know!! It's your comments that fics like this going <3

Chapter 1: All we See Are Ghosts

I didn't bother turning the light on as I flopped down on the couch with the signature groan of a man who’s hit rock bottom. Well maybe not rockbottom, but sediment bottom at least. I think we learned about that in science class; it’s where the fossils are get stuck…That’s pretty much how I feel at the moment.

I'm not sure why I keep reporting back to Jared after every new disaster. I never feel better after our chats. Jared has a way of highlighting my errors so they seem even worse than I first realized.

But I'm so lost right now, sitting alone on the couch in my dark living room. Jared is the only person in the entire world who has even the slightest appreciation for where I am.

I bring Jared up to speed with what happened at the Murphys. We end up texting for a while, and, at this point, my stomach is still churning from the conversation, especially the prospect of making fake emails. Fake emails...to continue the lie I didn't intend to start.

What is wrong with me? Seriously. Why do I keep fooling myself into thinking that the worst that could happen has already happened? Things always get worse. It's guaranteed. That's how life works. You're born and you keep getting older and grayer and sicker, and no matter what effort you make to reverse the process, you die. Every single time To repeat: worse, worse, worse, and then death. I have a long way to go before the worst. This is only the beginning.

And these emails...I'd be giving them what they want—what they need. I'd be helping them.

It's tempting. It really is. But it's also...sick? I can't keep doing this, deceiving these poor people. I'm not cut out for it.

At one point tonight it felt like I was sweating from my eyes—that's how anxious I was. Had I perspired another drop, I might have mummified. I can't go on like this. I'm all drained out.

I turn my phone over so it's facedown. The light from the screen waves over my cast. The memory of the story I conjured up for the Murphys hits me anew. They were talking about the orchard, and I guess the way they were talking about it made me think of Ellison Park. And I can no longer think of Ellison Park without thinking of the tree, and my fall. Connor wasn’t there that day, of course. But I guess...he could've been. when I was telling the story…it was almost like he was. Suddenly thinking of him being there to come get me…everything felt okay. Or at least not not okay. And 'not okay' is how I usually feel.

I’m considering going up to my room when I hear a voice speak:

“So you took my advice after all. It was a nice story, I’ll give you that. No racist-punching, but better than the truth at least.”

I fall off the couch and let out a scream that I’ll admit isn’t very manly.

I realize I probably should have turned on said light, because if I had, I might have noticed someone in the room. And that would have been scary, yes, but probably less scary than simply hearing a disembodied voice suddenly talking to me.

I’ve prepared—well, not so much prepared as worried, which masquerades remarkably well as preparation—for people breaking into my house longer than I’ve worried about the Murphys. Though, to be fair, I expected them to come with knives and/or guns and threats...not talking about advice and punching racists. (The people breaking in, not the Murphys).

The living room isn’t that far from the kitchen, I probably should be going for a knife. Instead I just try to scramble away on the couch and don’t make much distance.

“Who-Who are you?!” I demand, (or, at least, I try to demand, but it sounds more like a squeal), “Why are you in my house?!”

The perp makes a noise like a scoff. “So you can hear me. I thought you might have seen me the other day but I—“ He stops himself.

I stop in my scrambling too, because it’s starting to hit me, like spice that takes a second to set your mouth on fire.

I know that voice. It isn’t the voice of a strange burglar or serial killer—or at least, I don’t think he is but I guess I can’t rule it out, because it’s—

It’s a voice that can’t be speaking to me right now. Literally can't.

“Still,” He’s not disembodied after all, because his shadow walks over to the shelf. Despite the realization, or maybe because of it, I resume my scrambling, finally making it off the couch and onto my feet, (not without falling over first). “That’s some psychotic bullshit you barfed up. One moment you’re writing some creepy note about my sister, trying to make everyone to think I’m crazy, next thing I know you have dinner with my family, talking shit about how we were friends, telling stories about how we went to the orchard together. I’ve never been very good at math, tell me,” I can’t really see him but something tells me he’s turning to me with those blue death rays, “how does that add up?”

Somehow in my scrambling I’ve made it to the light switch, and my fingers clutch it like its a lifesaver thrown out to my pitifully struggling body at sea.

I’m not quite sure I wouldn’t rather drown.

I flick my finger, turning on the light.

I already knew I’d regret it before I turned it on, and, when I did, the regret hit me instantly and intensely, like the spice finally kicking in.

Standing there in his thick boots, and ripped jeans, and long, messy hair, and eyes that analyze my soul is Connor Murphy.

I cover my mouth, breath gaining about ten pounds, heart gaining a hundred, but still running anyways.

“Holy—Holy shit.” I say into my hand. “Holy fuck.”

Connor smirks. “At least someone has the decency to react.”

“You’re—but you—You’re alive?! You’ve been alive this whole time?!”

His eyes darken, dart away. “Not alive, no.”

“Well w-what else could you be?!” I stutter, reaching my tremoring hand into my pocket for my meds, my Ativen—maybe I’ll find my sanity in there if I dig far enough. He’s walking towards me and my heartbeat has gone past the hundred mile-per-hour mark to the speed of light. “I mean, dead people don’t just show up in people’s houses—!”

He leans forward and swipes his hand at me, and I tense, thinking he’s going to knock the pills out of my hand, but instead his fingers go right through me.

I let myself look up at him, finally understanding.

Up at the kid who I always tried to avoid. The kid whose sister I have a crush on. The kid who pushed me at lunch the other day. At the kid who took my letter in the computer lab. The kid I was terrified would ruin my life with that letter (well, more ruined than it already is). The kid who I'm pretending was my best friend. The kid who killed himself.

At Connor Murphy’s ghost.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

The pills scatter on the couch before I have a chance to attempt to get even one down, and I scramble to the bathroom to empty what little of Cynthia’s dinner I actually ate into the toilet.

In between heaves I try to think, to wrap my brain around this, to just have a second to breathe, not really able to do or have any of the above.

Step one: Connor Murphy steals my letter. The letter I wrote to myself. One that was more honest than it strictly should have been.

Step two: Connor Murphy kills himself.

Step three: Connor Murphy’s parents think my letter is his suicide note.

Step four: I can’t bring myself to tell the truth, so I end up going to the wake, and going to dinner at the Murphys’ house, and fabricating some crazy story about us having a picturesque friendship, and planning on making secret emails—

Step five: Connor Murphy’s ghost appears to me in my room.

Like an actual ghost. Yesterday I didn’t believe those existed. I think my mom does, and I always liked watching documentaries about haunted houses. But what I like about the documentaries is they often include a scientific explanation.

And aren’t ghosts supposed to be like…scary? I mean, don’t get me wrong this is scary, Connor is scary—he was scary before he died. But I always thought ghosts were supposed to be like something out of a horror movie, covered in rotting flesh, unable to do anything but moan and scream. Not the kid you happen to be pretending you were best friends with showing up in your room.

No, no, actually, I think I know what’s going on here. Yeah. There’s no ghost. This isn’t happening. The stuff with the letter didn’t even happen either. There was actually a step zero in there:

Step zero is I went insane.

When I manage to get the courage to come back into the room. He’s disappeared. I’ll admit, I was kinda hoping for that. I’m half relieved—more like fifteen sixteenths. Perhaps he was a hallucination after all. All those skipped dinners getting to me, when I actually ate something my body couldn’t handle it. I do my best to clean up the scattered pills on the couch, and the scattered thoughts in my brain.

But then I walk upstairs to my room I find I was wrong.

“I’ve gotten a lot reactions over the years,” he remarks when I get back. “Can’t say I’ve ever had that one.”

“Sorry, I—It’s just—I just—you’re…you’re here.”

“Not because I want to be, believe me. I’d rather be practically anywhere else.” His hand passes through my shelf.

“And you’re dead.”

“Come on.” He feigns offense. “A little respect for your dearly departed. I mean we were best friends, after all.”

“Oh god.” That’s right, the dinner. I'd tried to block out the fact that he mentioned my story earlier. “You really heard all that?!”

“Didn’t intend to go back to my house. Died to be rid of it, after all. But I did, and I saw you there, and I couldn’t fathom why. And here you were spouting the most incredible fucking bullshit about how we were friends.”

“Yeah-Um-So-Well—“ I breathe out, trying to get my lungs to work properly. I thought the Murphy’s house felt hot earlier. This is a couple degrees hotter than the Sahara.

I just want this day to end. What demon (if ghosts exist, those probably exist, after all) marked their calendar for Torment-Evan-Day? I mean, that’s kinda every day, but this is a specially-crafted brand of torture.

“The-” I swallow. “The-The letter? You know, the one that you took from me?" Then, realizing that sounds accusatory, I add, "I-I’m sure you didn’t mean to.” I shake my head. I’m trying my best to tell the truth without making him upset. It feels like a futile endeavor. “Your parents think youwrote it. T-To me, I mean. They think it was your”—I don’t know how or why, but I manage to look him in the eye—“suicide note.”

His eyes widen, but they narrow quickly afterwards. “So you just sat there and fed them bullshit about how we were friends instead of correcting them?”

“Well, no-They—they—” No, not the Sahara, I’m ninety percent sure I’m standing right in the sun. “I tried to tell them—” I swallow. “I promise I really did!” I wipe my sweaty hands on my shirt. “I mean technically I actually did tell them you didn’t write it—they were just…they didn’t understand. They wanted me—They were looking to me for help, for answers. I couldn’t—!“

Once again, I don’t know how I manage to look into those soul-sucking eyes. But once I do, I realize something.

An hour ago, I thought of him as the dead kid. The kid who killed himself. He was a concept, a symbol, more than a person I knew. But before that, as little as we talked, I did know him. He was Connor Murphy. He was real.

And in the second it takes to realize that, I’m replaying our conversations, and I’m realizing that’s wrong too. This isn’t Connor Murphy, and this isn’t the kid who killed himself. This is Connor Murphy…who killed himself. That is to say, the symbol, and the real Connor I knew, coalesce into one.

And I realize that those eyes aren’t analyzing my soul, or trying to suck it out, or hating me, or anything like that…they are so vastly, so perfectly—

“You...You didn’t give them anything else.” I don’t know how, where, I got this random shot of bravery. “I didn’t want to take away all they had of you, even if it was—“ I laugh a little, not because it’s funny, but because I can’t figure out what else to do. “Even if it was just some stupid letter I wrote to myself.”

His eyes widen. I think it’s because he’s surprised at, angered by, my boldness. I get ready to apologize, but he says:

“You wrote that to yourself?”

My eyes widen.

That’s right…I didn’t exactly let that on last time. Didn't have the chance. He thought I was messing with him.

“Y-Yeah. It…” I sigh. There’s no use denying it, and, well, it's not like he can tell anyone, right? Dead men tell no tales, after all...Except for the fact that one is talking to me. Right now. “It was an assignment from my therapist.”

Besides, if anyone’s going to understand…it’s him.

And...that's when it hits me.

Along with the realization that this is Connor Murphy, who killed himself, I realize I’ve been focused on the wrong thing.

I was worried—certain, really—that Connor would something terrible with it. All this time I was focused on covering my ass, I was focused on the fact that the letter was mine, not Connor’s.

This whole time, even after he was gone, it didn’t compute. I didn’t realize. The reason he took it. He didn’t take it because he wanted to use it against me.

Was it possible he took it...because he felt the same way?

“I bet he always brings things back to some shit that happened with your father.”

“Yeah…Yeah he does do that.” I laugh a little.

“Mine liked to equate my drug use with suppressed sexual frustrations. I told him I didn’t think they were very suppressed.”

I laugh, but quickly stop myself, remembering what happened last time I laughed at something he said, but when I turn to him he’s actually smiling. A little, at least.

“Into the Wild.” As far as abrupt subject changes go, that one might take the cake. He turns to my shelf.

“I’m—I’m sorry?”

He runs his finger along the spine of a book...or maybe just tries to. Or pretends to.

“O-Oh! You’re talking about the book!”

“I have a copy of it too—had," he scoffs, then mutters, seemingly more to himself than to me: "It feels weird to talk about myself in the past tense."

I'm sure it does feel weird.

I feel weird.

This whole thing is weird.

Even without the whole ghost thing, it feels weird to be in my room, talking about books with Connor Murphy. Like, to actually talk to him, as opposed to nervously and pitifully trying to defend myself, fearing I'll have a black eye in the morning.

“What were you and Zoe talking about?” He asks, changing the subject yet again, like that one hadn’t satisfied him enough.

“W-Oh, you saw us talking in the car. She—“ I grimace. “She wanted to know if we, uh, if we did drugs together.”

He snorts. “Always a charmer, that Zoe. My biggest fan you could say. You said we were friends and her first assumption was that we did drugs together. Can’t say her suspicion is unfounded. At least on my end. Though something tells me you’re not the type.”

“No—No I’ve never—“ I swallow. "No."

"So." Yet another subject change, it sounds like. "I had a secret email account, huh? I used it to talk to you all the time?

I freeze.

Yup. Just when I think the worst has already happened, I'm reminded hell has nine circles, and I haven't even arrived at the lobby.

When he was dead, he was a symbol. And, really—as terrible as it sounds—I could say anything about a symbol. I mean he wasn’t going to hear me. But now that I know he’s not dead—well, he is dead, just…undead, as insane as that is to think—and real (as far as I can tell), and he very much canhear me, I remember, despite the sadness in his eyes, this is still Connor Murphy, the kid who thew a printer at Mrs. G in second grade.

What the hell was I thinking?

His eyes darken. “Like, what? Secret lovers?" He shook his head. "Why the fuck would you say that?”

“Oh god, yeah I….I did say that.” Somebody just end it. “It was the only thing that made sense.”

“What kind of fucking sense does that make?!” There's a curl to his fingers.

Even though I know he can’t hurt me, my body doesn’t; it’s been trained to run away, and can’t help but stumble backwards like there’s a corporeal person in my room.

“Well they wanted to know how we could be friends without them knowing it.”

He scoffs. “I took you for some kind of loser. But now I see.” He leans forward so his eyes are level with mine. "You’re a diabolical mastermind, Evan Hansen.”

“I’m really—really—not. I just—” I hit the wardrobe in my backing up. I can’t believe he really thinks I intended any of this. My head falls into my hands. “Everything’s so messed up.”

“You saying I messed everything up?!” There’s a snarl in his voice.

“No—No!” I stand, waving my hands. “I didn’t say that! That’s not what I’m saying! I’m saying I messed everything up!”

I expect him to keep advancing, to try his best to punch me, but instead he stares at me, then sorta…falls onto bed (I’m both surprised he does this, and surprised he can) laying back, sighing. He puts his arm over his face and, to my even greater surprise, he begins to laugh. Not an actual happy laugh. I know this laugh: it’s the kind of laugh I laugh when my body doesn’t know what else to do.

“Sure, people always ignoring me, always treating me like shit, like I had some disease, that was your fault.”

“Well, I—“

“Me pushing you, that was your fault."

“Well that’s—That’s not exactly what I meant.”

"Me killing myself, leaving nothing but a letter you wrote to yourself…that’s totally your fault.”

I freeze again. I think hell might have frozen over.

He sighs. “You’re right about one thing: everything is truly fucked up.”

I sit on the bed next to him and look at my hands. I’d like to say something. To do something. To offer some words of comfort. But I’m well acquainted with the fact that 'comforting' words (like 'Chin up! It'll get better!' or ‘It’s not the end of the world.’) really aren’t comforting at all.

I’d like to at least say ‘It’ll be okay’ but…how can I say that? Maybe, for me, everything will work out in the end (…I think this is the first time that thought has ever crossed my mind) but he’s already dead. There’s nowhere for him to go. Except the afterlife. …If that even exists.

The world’s already ended for him.

I’d like to comfort him. To argue against him. To show him at least one nugget that has been unharmed in the fuckage that I could present to him. But I can’t disagree with him. Like…at all.

Like I said. Things get worse and worse.

And then...you die.

I realize something.

It's not truly comforting, but it's a positive, at least.

I jerk my head up to look at him.

“Hey, maybe-maybe you could help me!”

“Help you?” He lifts his arm a little so he can raise an eyebrow at me.

“Help me set things right! Help me tell your parents we weren’t really best friends! I’ve been wanting to tell them the truth this whole time I just—I can’t seem to get it out. You could help me figure out how to tell them!”

He sits up, studying me. “I could do that. I could help you set things right. Put an end to this charade.”

I nod profusely.

“Help you tell my parents that the only thing they have of me is a letter you wrote to yourself. Dash all their hopes and dreams, make them miserable, you know, all that shit.”

It sounds bad when he puts it like that. Maybe the truth won't set you free after all.

“Or.” His mouth curves into a smirk, and I smile back—not because I’m happy, not because it’s an actual happy smirk, rather because it’s the kind of smirk that makes me nervous as all hell, and when that happens my body picks from a wheel of stupid reactions. “I could watch you continue your little farce, watch you suffer as you invent more and more ridiculous ways to cover your ass.”

No, no, that sounds equally bad. Let’s not do that either. “Is there an option C?” My voice cracks.

He considers it a moment, sits back on his hands. “I suppose we could compromise. In your little stories about me, it might be nice if you actually portrayed me accurately. I could help with that. Right now your impersonation is laughable. I don’t know how it fooled my parents.”

“I vote for option C.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I mean…What do you want?”

“Ohh you might just regret that.” He smirks again.

“Wait, I wasn't agreeing to giving you anything you want! I was just asking—!“

“Too late.” He puts his finger to his lips. “The deal is sealed.”

I keep digging myself into a bigger ditch without even saying anything. Let alone when I open my mouth.

“So what’s the next step of our little game?”

“Well…” I swallow. “Jared told me he could write fake emails. You know because your parents will...probably want to see them.”

“Jared, huh? Kleinman?" (I’m guessing he hasn’t forgotten about the incident from the other day.) “Good thing I’m here. If I’d left you to your own devices I’d end sounding like a—”

“Did you eat already?”

I nearly scream—well no, not nearly, I do let out a sort of strangled cry—at my mom’s voice. I had been so focused on all of…this craziness that I forgot she was heading home.

“I didn’t think I was that scary.” She laughs to herself a little, then she looks around the room, brow furrowed. “Were you talking to someone?”

She can’t see him. Good. I don’t have to explain why a dead kid is sitting in my room.

“N-Nope! Just uhh—Practicing.”

“Practicing? For what?”

“Uhh, for a play,” I say because what else could I be practicing? I can hear Connor stifling a laugh behind me.

She blinks in surprise. “Oh, Honey, you’re in the school play?”

She’s going to say it’s a bad idea. Because it is a bad idea. Because it’s not true.

“That’s fantastic!”

I blink. What?

“I always thought you hated public speaking. You know, from that time you fainted?”

“I do. That’s, uhh, that’s why I signed up!” I feel my face burning, I make a thumbs up with my casted arm. I know Connor can’t exactly use this against me, but him hearing me stumble through my lies to my mom in my own home isn’t something I signed up for today. Though, I didn’t sign up for any of this. Can I unsubscribe? “Yeah, I wanna get over that fear.”

“I’m so proud of you!” She clasps her hands together. “If you haven’t eaten yet, why don’t we have a celebratory meal?”

I’m shocked. Usually she’s the police on making sure I’ve eaten.

“Oh…Darn,” I say a little over-emphatically. “I already ate.”

“Darn.” She repeats.

“That was fun the other day, right?” She says. “Going out for breakfast?”

So much has happened since our breakfast it already feels like ages ago. “Yeah. Definitely. It was.”

“I was thinking, how about I bag one of my shifts this week. When’s the last time we did a taco night?”

I can’t remember, but I’m pretty sure those tortillas in the freezer have turned by now. “Oh. You don’t have to.”

“No, I want to. Maybe we could even start brainstorming those essay questions together.”

The essays. Of course. Her face waits expectantly. “Sure,” I say. “That would be great.”

“Oh. That’s exciting,” she says looking victorious. “I’m excited now. Something to look forward to.”

“Yeah.”

“‘Practicing’?” Connor snorts after she leaves. “‘For a play’? You? You really need some coaching on this whole lying business. I thought you were a terrible liar with my parents but this is fucking priceless.”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I bite.

Something dark enters his eyes. “I think hell will wait for me.”

"Well that's not what I—Oh never mind."

#dear evan hansen #evan hansen #connor murphy #deh musical #deh #heidi hansen #musical fandom

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This blog is many months old by this point, and it seems like I'm slowly but surely being noticed by more and more people, sooooo I'm thinking a pinned post might be in order.

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~ Hello! Hi! Sup!

Welcome to my lil space!

Name's FadeBolt, but feel free to call me Fade. (Yes, that is the name of a DotA ability. No, I did have more creative name ideas, I just did stuff under this one, so I'm sticking with it)

~ I'm an anxious 21 year old Hungarian wreck that is currently doing college in the northern parts of this small hellhole in the middle of nowhere that we call Serbia.

~ I like to gush and ramble about media. I like to interact with media. I like to make stuff about media. I like to look at, and take part in stuff that other people make about media.

~ Most of this blog is about my hyperfixation that has lasted for almost two entire years by this point, which is, you guessed it - Rain World.

~ Obviously, I still like other stuff (most notably Warcraft 3, as well as League of Legends and its wonderful lore/universe), and I might make posts about them on some occasions, but they're not my main interests, and considering how much I've entrenched myself in the RW community, that likely won't change anytime soon.

~ I don't really have a central thing that I intended for this blog. It's just simply - if I get ideas and I like them enough, then I'll do them. And if I stumble into something that really peaked my interest, or if I feel like I could add something onto it, then I'm reblogging it. (Though I do have a bit of an anxiety over that, cus whenever I reblog something, I always feel bad for the stuff I didn't reblog, but I can't just keep reblogging everything all day every day, so I often end up not reblogging good stuff. Help me. Please xd)

~ But the main things that you can expect here are long writings about my opinions, (mostly) fun drawing, voiceovers, and occasional ramblings about stuff.

~ I want this to be abundantly clear - I really value constructive criticism, no matter how unsolicited it might be. So if I said something you don't agree with, made a mistake somewhere, or just have some general issues with my stuff, don't be afraid to point them out. (Just make sure that it is actually constructive. The goal here is to improve, but there's not really much I could take away from something like "Your art sucks" or "Your opinions are stupid", is there?)

~ Due to recent, uhm... let's just call them 'events', I want to note that online discussions around politics and stuff related to that makes me extremely stressed and uncomfortable, especially after seeing what Tumblr can do to people who said stuff most folks didn't like.

~ This doesn't mean I'm making a strict 'no politics' rule or anything, I'm just looking to minimalize that stuff, and preferably keep it in private 1 on 1 conversations where I won't feel like I'm being judged by hordes of onlookers. This applies to any other contentious topic, too.

~ Unlike a lot of folks, I will not be having a DNI list. I know that this sounds a bit weird, but I want this space to be nice and happy and welcoming, and I do believe that media should be used as a way to unite us in spite of our differences (so this idea of saying "If you have these political opinions I don't like, then GTFO!" just doesn't sit right with me, though I completely understand why some people do that).

I also believe that instead of locking out and trashing on people who said and did stuff we didn't like, we should instead try and help make them understand why that stuff is wrong, so they can learn and grow, because people can indeed change for the better, especially with how many young folks are roaming around on this website. I won't force any of you to hold yourselves to these ideals, but I will stay true to them myself.

~ With that being said: I am not tolerating problematic stuff or asshole behavior here. I'll be somewhat lenient on this, but "I want this space to be nice and happy and welcoming" will always take priority over avoiding being judgemental of others. Just please don't bother me with stuff that's obviously messed up, don't be a cunt, and don't send NSFW my way, that's all I'm asking.

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Aaaaaaaaand I think that's about all the important info for now. I might update this in the future, if need be.

Anyways, I'd like to quickly thank everyone who's ever supported me, taken part in positive interactions with me, or have even just quietly appreciated at least one little thing I have made/done at some point!

I was super scared that nobody's going to care even a little bit about anything I'll do, but I'm very thankful to have gotten proven wrong again and again and again by this wonderful community!

Have a wonderful day and night, everyone! Cheers! :D

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Hi ! I’m here for a Genshin impact and Hsr romantic matchup with a male character

Sexuality : Straight

In my free time I enjoy reading, playing video games, listening to music, doing crochet, drawing, learning new languages, dancing and swimming.

Apparence : Long wavy/almost curly light brown hair and almond shaped brown eyes. I’m pretty tanned. 5’4,so I’m kinda short and normal weight though on the curvy side(I have a pear shaped body).

So about my personality: my mbti is intj, enneagram 5w6 I’m mostly withdrawn, individualistic, introverted and very honest even blunt at times. I need a lot of alone time.When im with people i’m close with, I tend to be more cheerful and energetic, im also quite sarcastic. One of the thing that stands out the most about me is that I’m extremely determined, ambitious and eager to learn new things. However, I do have some very specific subjects/ hobbies I tend to get hyper focused on.I’m also very observant and attentive which makes me a good listener, especially for my friends who I value very much and try my best to be considerate with( for example by avoiding being too blunt).

I can be very anxious at times and I’m extremely cautious with people I don’t and sometimes do know, I have a hard time opening up and I’m an over thinker.

I suffer from insomnia and probably a bit of social anxiety too, and I absolutely despise small talk. my love language is physical touch and act of services.

For Valentine’s Day I think I would just like a cozy day at home, like just spending the day lazing around together, cooking together, reading together, that would be great !

Thank you very much!

Diluc grew fond of you the more time you spent at Angel's Share, sitting in a corner and nursing your drink. He kept a watchful eye on you, making sure drunk or flirtatious patrons wouldn't bother you. That, and because he grew to like you. The more time went on, and he finally initiated contact, the more he learned about you and soon fell in love, hard. Diluc is quite a spoiler with gifts, but he always chooses the ones with the most meaning. Items that always showcase his love for you, that let him know he's been listening. Having a romantic day indoors is fine with him. He'll cook dinner, and he doesn't mind if you help. He loves the time you both spend together and cherishes it, which is why he tries to make today as perfect as possible. A nice meal with his darling, and a few sensual kisses to let you know how he truly feels about you.

Opposites attract, and that's exactly what Aventurine believes. His initial approach with smalltalk failed when he realized that you hated it, but he didn't give up. He was able to get past all that after a few more attempts, and didn't hesitate to want to call you his. The blond loves that you enjoy physical touch, because he always has to have a hand touching you in some way. Holding yours, on your shoulder, your hip, your back, etc. It's just a way to let him know that you're still there and still with him, that you're real and not a figment of his wild imagination. He's a bit bummed that you don't want to go out to celebrate this special day, but the thought of a cozy night indoors gives way to other ideas. An adept cook who doesn't mind showing off for you in the kitchen, and he gets even more of an ego boost when you compliment his cooking. It's a night well spent with you, and he'll end it with a few kisses if you let him.

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pacifymebby · 10 months

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you're not the only one // chapter five

It had been a little while since that night in town, a month and a half or something like that. I was telling myself I wasn't counting but I was and I knew how sad that made me because I knew that Sam was probably not thinking about it at all. Things were pretty normal between us, when we were on shift he would drop me back and we would sit together in his car quietly, I would concentrate on his CD's and he would concentrate on the road. Things didn't look awkward from the outside. No one would have thought things were awkward had they been watching us from the back seat. It was though, painfully so and all the more painful because I knew it was my fault. I was the one making things awkward. It was all in my head just like everything else always was. Those chest pains and jolts of anxious energy which shot to my fingertips like static when he looked at me. It didn't have to be awkward, if I could just do what I knew everyone else did in situations like this—just be normal—then things would run just as smooth and as bland as those kinds of mundane social interactions - which couldn't even really be classed as social interactions - usually did.

But I couldn't be - normal that is - I could only be myself, the Dylan-Wyn Bond everyone had always known, the scared of her own shadow, heart in her mouth, had to teach herself to smile as a child, shied away from anyone with a tendency to crack jokes because she never quite knew when to laugh or smile or when to simply smirk and say something sarcastic back. The Dylan-Wyn who cried too much and over things which didn't make anyone else cry. The one who'd gone for years in school not talking to anyone at all, just keeping her head down, trying not to be seen, not because she hated people - actually she'd longed to be just like all the other girls - but because other people stressed her out too much, made her nervous, made her feel like her heart was going to implode in her chest and drag her ribs and her lungs into a black hole.

I couldn't be normal so I remained shy and quiet. Remained mousy and nauseous whenever the two of us were on shift together and sometimes I couldn't tell whether he was disinterested or shy or something else. He'd catch me glancing back at him behind the bar, or he'd catch me concentrating very hard on everything but him. Sometimes I'd try so hard not to look at him, not to draw attention to myself, that his ears burnt anyway and he would see me, and he would feel the discomfort in me. I'd make him uncomfortable.

It was Wednesday afternoon, I'd finished work early because Lowlights was closing early. Sam had a gig and everyone was going, no point staying open for the three alcoholics who sat nursing slow pints for hours at a time when everyone else would be heading off to support Sam.

I had been werritting over excuses why I couldn't go, just in case he'd had the notion to ask me if I was in fact going, and though he never had had that notion at all, though he'd barely say three words to me all shift and left without me because my brother was coming to pick me up, my excuses were to be rendered useless anyway.

"You comin down Tynemouth with us then Titch?" asked my brother reaching over my head to grab my too big denim jacket down from the hook. He'd worked in the Lowlights himself back when he was in college and since management hadn't ever changed he'd still cut behind the bar to pester me whilst he waited for me to get my things.

"I don't know I'm kinda t..."

"Bullshit," he grinned, "cmon we're seeing Sam, it'll be class," he said jumping down the steps at the back door onto the tarmac. I winced and forced half an awkward smile. "Reckon he'll be very pleased to see you and all," he said pulling the kind of face that made me shiver all over with embarrassment.

"Johnny!" I cried hiding my face in my hands, head tipped back to the sky. I could feel the blush in the heat of my cheeks. The fear that he wasn't the only one making jokes like that making me wish the ground would open up beneath my feet. To be swallowed whole would be a small mercy.

"What dya say then, we gan?" he asked, "a mean am gannin anyway like a just reckon it'll look proper odd if a show up without me wee baby sister in tow like..."

When he said it like that I knew he was right, that actually, in the long run it would be more embarrassing to have to explain why I wasn't there, than to show up with my brother, drink a few pints and then wander home at the end of the gig. If I was smart about it I could avoid Sam the whole night, if I was lucky he wouldn't even notice me.

Of course I was going with Bondy so my plan to linger under the radar, hide away quietly at the back of the bar, was in tatters before we'd even arrived.

Johnny had always been one of those popular kids, one of the weird ones no one could quite explain why they had as many friends as they did, only that they were just generally sound. For all his little eccentricities, for all he'd been a long haired lanky, grungey teenage nerd back in high school and even through college, he was still a lad who played guitar and sang in bands and somehow that was enough to carry him through life with all the popularity of school A-Listers.

People had never really been able to understand how we were related in that sense. He could talk to anyone about anything for as long as the other person could listen - even if he didn't like them - whereas it didn't matter whether or not I liked a person, the chance of me getting even three words out without running away were next to none.

Before we'd even got to the bar we'd run into three lots of pals of his, some of them the distant and vague kinds, one of them Lou is best friend since school, who was just as unhinged and just as much of a menace as him. Walking between them was a nightmare on the best of days because together they were a riot, talking complete rot or teasing me, today, somehow, it was even worse.

"Reet little Dyl," grinned Louis so that I could already guess what he was going to say before he said it, so that my cheeks rosed over prematurely, "Av been hearing rumours about you you know..."

"Careful mate if its what a think it is she'll do a runner, she'll be off and over that fence like speedy gon-fuckin-zales," Johnny said throwing his arm around me squeezing me into his side as if he thought I really would and he needed to hold onto me lest I really go shooting off into the distance.

"Aye well," chuckled Louis, "a won't labour the point like lass, a just think a ought to clear it all up now, given current... shall we say... affairs?"

I wanted to tell him to shut up but my mouth was dry and I was too desperately trying to think up ways I could reply to the inevitable question without embarrassing myself, that I couldn't think quickly enough to shut him down.

"Artful," mused Johnny grinning too.

"So, put an old soul out of his misery and confusion and riddle me this, if Sophie who works in that One Stop up town reckons she saw you and Sam snogging each other outside the pub last month, why hasn't your old uncle Lou heard about it from either of the horses respective mouths?" he asked his long convoluted sentence only dizzying me more. I was grateful though, all those extra words had brought me a few extra seconds to think something up.

"Aye," sighed Johnny, "Av been wondering all this myself, one of my good pals and me own wee titchy sis, and neither of em have said a word," he said turning to me, pushing his finger to my nose, "this one actually threw a pillow at me last time I asked can you believe that?!"

"The cheek of it, most improper!"

"Most improper indeed!"

They carried on like that all the way there and when we arrived things only got worse. I'd hoped to be able to find a quiet corner to hide but that was impossible. All Johnny's mates were there, standing around outside in the beer garden, pissed already, smoking cigarettes, their talk a loud rumble ricochetting off the walls.

Inside was packed out too considering it was a Wednesday evening, mid week. We never drew this many people into lowlights mid-week so they were obviously all in for Sam or the unexpected sunshine which had warmed the city that morning.

There was nowhere to hide even if my brother had allowed me to wander off out of his sight but as it happened he kept me tucked under his arm half to torment and half to protect me, because as much as he enjoyed teasing me with his pals, he knew how much I hated crowds and loud noises and he could tell without looking at me that this was my idea of hell.

It didn't take long for him and Lou to get served, them being known by basically everyone behind the bar, basically everyone behind the bar eager to get the gossip on the new band Johnny had just joined. He carried them out with him to the garden, keen for a cigarette, knowing I would be too, and we joined his pals at one of the picnic benches. It was already full but they squished up just enough to make room for me and so I wound up sitting next to Johnny's girlfriend whilst the two lads stood beside us at the end of the picnic table pissing around.

It looked like they were setting up at the edge of the beer garden as opposed to inside. I could see Sam lingering by the amps and the PA talking to someone I vaguely recognised but once I'd seen him I averted my gaze and focused on my bottle of cider.

I was relying on the old, tried and tested method favoured by the under 5's. If I couldn't see him, he couldn't se me.

"Honestly don't know how you put up with having both of these pair around yas all the time," Stevie rolled her eyes and smiled at me conspiratorially before turning over her shoulder to Johnny. "Can a pinch a cig?" she asked offering him an angelic smile which turned sheepish when he raised his brow.

"Thought yas were quittin?" he asked and when she shrugged and blamed her work he smirked and rubbed her shoulder taking a cig out the packet for her and lighting it himself, "yas can have it if yas promise us you'll actually quit soon," he said.

"Promise," she said with one of those white lie smirks.

It wasn't Sam but it was his friends, Deano and Dru and Joe all pulling my brother into hugs, teasing him about his big shot job he'd managed to land with those "Welsh scoundrels."

I always felt a little like I was invading their personal space when I was sat with them so I lit my own cigarette quietly, eyes fixed on my lighter and then on a random space somewhere on the wall across the garden. Not looking at anyone, concentrating on a dry stone wall type brick with moss growing between the cracks, I didn't notice the comings and goings of people from our table until I heard familiar voices.

And when I heard those familiar voices I felt my cheeks flush on instinct.

I was naïve to hope they wouldn't notice me when I was sat right there beside my brother. I could try as hard as I liked not to be seen but at the end of the day I stuck out with my dark auburn hair and the flush on my cheeks which came close to matching.

That and Johnny wouldn't leave me be.

"Aye a heard yas were all oot with ma titchy sis like," he grinned ruffling my hair, tricking me into turning to look up at him, a scowl fixed on my brow intended only for him and not for the others. "Gettin her pissed like,"

"Aye well, responsibly like,"

"Oh yeah course, responsibly pissed like..."

"After a shift down lowlights on a Friday fucken night it'd be irresponsible not to get her pissed a reckon," grinned Dean shooting me a grin, his eyes friendly enough, gleaming with an alcoholic sheen.

My own smile was awkward too, the cider I was drinking failing to light my own eyes the way his pints had hit him.

"Areet Dylan not seen yas in ages," he smiled getting me to shuffle up along the bench so that I was squished right into Stevies side and he could sit down to chat to us, "ynar yas promised us you'd come out with us again like an we've not seen yas since,"

He said it like it was a question and I could feel his expectation that I would answer. I couldn't though, I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I wasn't even sure he was being entirely serious. Whether his joke was self-effacing implying that they'd done something to embarass themselves, or whether it was actually directed at me. Whether he was implying that I'd embarrassed myself. That they weren't really arsed that I'd not shown up since.

"Maybe it was somet you did Dean," smirked Stevie cutting in when she realised I wasn't going to reply. She'd been with Johnny long enough she'd started to notice things like that about me, and no doubt Johnny had told her all about his quiet little sister, too awkward for colour TV.

I couldn't help but grin with relief when I recognised one of my own friends across the beer garden, their eyes meeting mine as they hesitated in the doorway.

I stood a little abruptly, realising a moment too late that I looked awkward and clumsy and a little scornful when I left Dean and Stevie bickering between one another. By the time I'd realised my mistake however it was way too late to turn around and I just had to swallow my embarrassment and my guilt. Just had to try my best to meet Lois across the garden without anymore trips.

"Hey," I said quietly, smirking when she did.

"Johnny drag yas out?" she asked following the path I'd walked from my brothers table.

"Yeah," I said with a smirk, "Charlie drag yas out an all?" I asked referring to her older sister who, was much like my brother in that she was a social butterfly and her little sister was, just like me, quite the opposite.

"Aye," she smirked, "she's got the hots for that Dru Michael that plays in Sam's band," she added nodding over to the table where my brother was currently trapped in a headlock by the very same man.

"A thought she fancied Aaron Thompson," I shrugged knowing that Charlie had probably set her heart on about five different boys between Aaron Thompson and Dru.

"Aye," smirked Lois raising her bottle to her lips, "and Ashley Lewis and Callum Wilshaw and ah shit I cannae remember his name but he works in the chippy but only on Fridays and Saturdays..."

"Ross somat," I said, "Johnny used give him guitar lessons," I added to explain why I despite rarely talking to anyone outside of mine and Johnny's friends, I knew Ross who worked in the chippy but only on Friday and Saturday nights.

"Buckland!" she cried her own hand clamping over her mouth as she started giggling, "that's him yeah," she smirked, "she matched with him on tinder or somet but then he ghosted her?"

"Nah what she's definitely out of his league," I smirked though it was a guilty smirk. I felt sorry for the poor lad, at 21 years old and littered with acney scars which dented his cheeks, his greasy hair which carried the smell of chip shop fat wherever he went, even midweek when he'd not been in work 3 days, he probably knew he was leagues below Chelsea Carter, that was probably why he'd ended up ghosting her.

"Ynar she was propa wounded about it an all, sulkin for days," grinned Lois her eyes scanning the garden as if looking out for her older sister.

Chelsea was only a year older than us, she was too young really to be classed as an adult even though an adult was exactly what she was. She was girlish in her nature, not unlike me and Lois, but she tended to wear her heart on her sleeve and flit around town with her friends. She was girlish in a different way to us. When we were quiet and shy she was outgoing, the kind of girl whose let's the whole bar know she's laughing. The kind of girl who knows exactly when and how to play with her hair.

"Where's she now?" I asked but that was what Lois was trying to work out as she bit her lip and frowned, watching the bustle of people shift and move in currents and swells. It was one of those days everyone knew everyone.

"Cmon let's just go back to me brother," I sighed defeated, "if Chelsea comes back she'll be made up," I added with half a laugh.

When we returned to the table Johnny seemed somewhat relieved, his eyes smiling to settle on me. His warmth lingering for Lois when he saw her standing awkwardly next to me.

"Alreet Carter," he said flashing her a lopsided drunken grin. Lois forced a shy smile back suddenly losing her voice and shying away.

"Hi," she said glancing back at me as if to ask for help. Ever since we were in infants school she'd been a little scared of my big brother. When we'd hit high-school it became apparent why.

I felt sorry for her that Stevie was here. They weren't exactly a particularly public couple in terms of affection but it would still be embarrassing for her to see them together. Would still make her wish the ground would swallow her whole.

"Your brother out?" asked Lou looking just beyond us as if he thought he'd see Jake behind us.

"Nah he's still away," she said, "stationed in Helensburgh till the Autumn apparently," she said biting her fingernails as her eyes glanced between Johnny and Stevie who's shoulders my brother was now leaning over to grab his cigarettes off the table.

"Ah shit a forgot about that," said Louis then as if overcome with dissapointment at the reminder That Josh Carter a lad he'd gone to school with but never been friends with, had followed the classic Army Jobs trajectory, started out pulling pints only to be Made In The Royal Navy. "How's he doin? Yas hear from him often?"

"Aye y'know, sometimes," shrugged Lois. I watched her chewing her cheek and felt pity brew in me again. It didn't last long though because a pair of hands on my shoulders had me jumping out of my skin, the squeak which left me, though it was quiet, burning me bright red.

"Areet little Wyn,"

I turned around to see Sam grinning at me, his own eyes warm with an alcoholic glow too, "what're yas doing here like a want expecting a see yas?" he asked blushing when he realised he might have sounded rude, "Not that am not happy to see yas obviously like, just a bit surprised!" he grinned, hand scratching at the back of his neck as his eyes found the floor, smile quirking crookedly. I watched his eyes drift again, avoiding mine.

"Johnny invited me," I said my voice catching in my throat as I looked up at him. My knuckles were white because I was clinging onto my cider for dear life.

I felt like Baby telling a stranger that she Carried a Watermelon. I felt ridiculous.

"Aye well, it's nice to see yas not in a beer stained polo top like," he grinned then adding with a smirk, "or borrowing one of mine," he added with this awkward little half laugh which made Lois snort into her drink using the glass to hide her amusement and failing miserably. She was blushing on my behalf and I was simply speechless looking back at him totally mortified.

Neither of us had actually spoken about that night since the morning after that night. As if both of us had been trying desperately to forget it had ever happened.

I tried to smile, a nervous laugh escaping me. The air bristled between us. I couldn't look him in the eye but that was okay apparently because he couldn't me either.

Lois broke the silence in the end.

"Sam a think your Deanos wantin yas," she nodded tilting her glass towards the little set up.

His band weren't actually playing with him, it was just an acoustic set but Dean was lingering around the mic searching the crowd for his mate and when Sam turned over his shoulder and saw him he almost looked relieved to have an escape. As if he'd regretted saying hello in the first place.

"Reet well, cinnabit," he said his voice a little strained, flashing us a smile over his shoulder, his feet already carrying him away.

The second he was out of earshot I felt my brothers hands on my shoulders. I could feel my cheeks already burning up, Sam's touch had been enough to leave me a little lost for words, self concious and breathless, but when Johnny leant down to talk beside me, I knew he would be merciless.

"Ynar lass," he said with a smirk, his eyes flickering between me and the stage where Sam was now stood with his guitar slung over his shoulder. "I don't know which one of yas was more awkward then like," he chuckled, "a mean you, obviously," he added ruffling my hair, "but he seemed awfully shy himself..." he said it as if he was teasing only me but I knew that had Sam been there too he'd have been directing his wind up merchent smile at him too.

"Johnny," I whined trying to dismiss him, wishing hed just shut up, "zip it,"

"Oh aye you're welcome Dylan," said Lou placing another bottle of cider down in front of me.

"Sorry," I flushed raising it to my lips quickly, the calpol flavoured drink leaving that artificial sweetness lingering on my tongue as I started drinking quicker.

I was caught between an ever increasingly familiar dilemma. Get drunk and lose a little of my self-concious edge, my anxiety muted by the loss of inhibitions. Or drink slowly, remain in control so that I didn't wind up doing anything embarrassing again and so that tomorrow I would remember exactly what I'd done. If I knew what I'd said and done I could make sure I hadn't embarrassed myself.

"Thanks Lou," I added but my voice was drowned out by Sam's as he began to sing.

I'd heard a lot of the songs before. Johnny tended to go to everyone of Sam's gigs he possibly could and so I had wound up listening to the lad on numerous occasions which, when allowed to do so subtly, I couldn't complain about.

I loved hearing him sing, his songs always had a soothing effect on me. I always felt calm and safe when he was running through one of his setlists making self deprecating jokes in between songs.

That days set was very much the same and I found myself drink calmly through two more drinks before he reached the end of the set. The penultimate song leaving me with a little smile on my lips as I recognised it to be one of the demos he'd had in his car recently.

"Darlin you're not the only one," he sang over and over again. I tried to listen to the lyrics and take them all in but I was too distracted by the familiarity of the track.

It wasn't just that I'd heard it before but that I recognised the scenes, as if I'd watched them on a television before too.

But I hadn't and as much as I thought I recognised some lines others confused me and threw me.

As the set reached a close I began to feel the anxiety swell in me once more, this knot in my stomach twisting as I thought about what would happen next.

All Sam's mates were sitting with us because they were all Johnny's mates too and the conversation could well steer itself back in the direction of mine and Sam's night on the town and the rumour which had been going round. One I knew to be true but which Sam was either completely unaware of or ignoring on purpose. Either way I didn't want to stick around to endure the teasing or the tension again and so as I finished my bottle of strawberry cider and tapped Lois on the shoulder.

"Wanna come back to mine, got the new Zelda," I said hoping she would be in the same mood as I was. I could usually rely on her to be in the same mood as I was.

"Can we get ice cream?" she asked which was actually her way of saying yes.

I smiled, grinning with relief and also gratitude that I had my one friend who I could trust to always be on my same wave length.

"Hey Johnny," I said lighting a cigarette passing the pack to Lois so she could take one too.

"Areet titch?"

"gan home see yas in a bit yeah?"

"Yeah Areet," he said, "have you got your keys? Text us when yas get in yeah?"

"Yeah," I smirked rolling my eyes at him, squirming when he threw his arms around me and hugged me tight.

"You look after her Carter," he turned to Lois with a smirk, the kind that probably killed her on the inside the same way Sam's smile killed me. "Both of yas be safe yeah?" he asked waiting for us both to nod again and promise him.

I was used to his over the top shows of care. Lois however couldn't understand what to make of it and her shock, her embarrassment - i couldn't tell whether she was embarrassed by how his protectivenesd seemed to have touched her or by the fact that how she felt was more than a little obvious to everyone around us.

"Hey..." he said then, the alcoholic glint in his eye seeming to predict and play up to the stupid thing that slipped out next as he took my hair in his fingers, "you've got autumnal kinda hair..." he said, me and Lois screwing our faces up in confusion at the same time.

"What?"

"Can we go now?" I asked him with a smirk reaching for my friends hand which was still hovering from pink promising with my brother.

"Aye go on both off yas, out me sight," he said chuckling away as him and Louis made a show of dismissing us and then, pretending to cry as Louis dabbed at his eyes.

"Oh god," he cried out, "they grow up so fast,"

I blamed him and his little amdram performance a second later when I heard another shout in our direction.

"Wyn!" called Sam doing one of those awkward jogs no one ever realises they've committed to until its too late.

I stopped, my heart thudding and refusing to calm even when he stopped just behind us, a little distance left between us which seemed to make the whole interaction all the more odd and unnatural.

"Thanks for comin," was all he offered, baffling me even more as I watched him a little out of breath. When neither me nor Lois said anything at all, her shying away because she didn't know him and he was older, me shying away because every time he spoke to me I forgot language. "Get home safe yeah, let me know..."he added quickly before chewing his cheek, sucking his skin in to cause a hollow as he glanced out the corner of his eye.

I felt heavy with the expectation that I would speak next.

"Uh yeah, sure, " I said sucking in on my own cheek, my hands shoved firmly in my pockets.

I'd spend hours later telling myself off for not having behaved better. For having not thought to tell him he'd played well or that I liked his songs. Because he had and I did. I really liked them. I had just been too caught off guard and inside my own head in the moment to let him know.

All I didn't was wave and walk away.

"See you at work a guess?"

#sam fender imagines #sam fender fanfiction

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