#I get emotional when I watch shows but usually I just cry because I’m sad

[thingscanalwaysgetworse]

Never not going to be emotional about this

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To Geto, from Yuta

Yuta x reader

Yuta finds a sneaky spy that had been among the group. So he decides to take care of it by sending an interesting message to where they came from.

Tw: sucking, hair pulling, recording, shaming

"Get up."

"No, please, I promise I won’t ever show my face around here again! I’ll move back to the country and you’ll never hear about me again!" You say grabbing his ankle.

You’ve been dating Yuta for a year now and it seemed like it was about to end. He had just found out that you were an enemy all along. You were under Geto, telling him everything you could about jujutsu high. You were the crummy little rat that has been lurking around all along. You didn’t mean to fall in love with him. You knew what your mission was but he had captured your heart the second you guys had met last year. Now he had finally caught on to your act and had you on the floor begging for mercy. You couldn’t lie you were scared shitless because this was Yuta here. He wasn’t just your average sorcerer.

"How long were you going to keep this up hm? Do you not feel an ounce of shame? Did you even love me?" He squats down to take a better look at your face that was drenched in tears. "Pretty sad that you were pathetic at your job." He continued. "So sad that Geto only taught you how to be a slut, how to seduce a man and spread you’r legs for them." He lets out an exhausted laugh.

"Im going to fuck you up." You say feeling all that fear turning into anger. Letting go of his leg you reach for your sword.

"No darling I’m going to fuck you in front of everyone to set an example. Because I know damn well there’s more of you guys here." He grabs your face aggressively with the smile he always wore around you. "And don’t even think this relationship is over because I already told you, You’re mine no matter what. Before we do anything why don’t we send Geto a little video no?"

Grabbing you by the hair he dragged you inside the building. Your clothes became dirty from all the dirt on the floor you were collecting. Your hands and knees turning red earning themselves cuts and scratches from the sharp rocks and terrain. You could only see the dirty floor as he pulled you along the campus. Luckily for you he decided to go into an empty building. The next room he entered was full of cameras. Every spot in the school being shown on the big screen. Even in spots you didn’t think anyone would be watching. You curse under your breath as your knees began to hurt from being on them.

He sat down on a chair and looked at your red teary eyes. Without a second thought he shoved your face into his crotch immediately. Not giving you time to adjust to your new environment. You could hear him groans as he pushed your face deeper into his groin. You could feel how his member started to grow from being aroused. Usually when you guys did this he was nice, general and caring. You knew this wasn’t going to be like that. Letting out a cry from not being able to breathe you could feel his grip on your hair tighten. Clearly not thinking of letting you off the hook. Pulling you back you finally take a breath.

Zipping his pants down he lets his hard member out just for it to smack you on the cheek.

"You look so gorgeous like this." He whispers as he rubs it up and down your face. You could see how his face was full of anger yet lust was clearly winning his emotions over. Lifting your head up he places his tip on your lips.

"Now be good and do what your best at. We’re going to show Geto what you’ve been doing while on your little spying mission." Yuta says pulling his phone out.

Your eyes widen as you duck down trying to hide behind his leg. With a rough tug he pulled you right back up with the phone on your face. He was definitely not bluffing about sending this to Geto. He pushed his dick inside your mouth until it was halfway in. Your eyes beginning to water from how big it was.

"Geto, caught your little rat sneaking around. Look at how pretty she looks on her knees, with those puffy red eyes, beautiful soft lips, and the adorable drool on the side of her mouth." Yuta shoves your head deeper into his member.

You gag and try to pull back but his firm grip was still on you. Pushing your head up and downwards until you were a mess.

"Fuck, I bet Geto taught you how to suck by giving you tips huh? Bet he loved Sucking our sensei Gojo." Yuta smirks as he fucks your mouth.

You looked like a total mess as he used you. Abusing the back of your throat to his hearts content. Shoving you balls deep into him until your nose touched his pelvis. You looked up at him begging for him to let you breathe. Tapping his leg like crazy as a signal to him that you’ve given up. You watched as he slowly started smiling at you before thrusting himself a few more times.

"Good girl, tell Geto how much you love my cock." He shoved the camera in your face once again.

You shake your head pleading with him not to do this.

"Say it." Yuta said with a firm voice.

"I ouv yuas cockc" you say with his member still in your mouth.

Your hear him curse under his breath as the vibration of your throat travels down his member. Drool starts dripping onto the floor as you continued to suck. Making a mess on him that he was very much enjoying. Your lips turning purple from the nonstop work. Tears running down your face as he smiles at you.

"Don’t swallow yet." Yuta warns before aggressively shoving your throat all the way in. Holding it in that position as he pumps his sees into that mouth of yours. He could hear you gag and squirm trying to get away from him making him want to ruin you more.

After he felt like he had released everything he released your head causing you to fall backwards on your behind. Your hand flys to your chest as you gasp for air. Breathing had never felt so good until now. He stood up quickly and forced you to open your mouth to show the camera what he had left in your mouth.

"Now swallow and thank Geto for making you come here."

Your face flushes from embarrassment as you swallow his seed.

"T-thank you master Geto…for making me come here."

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Part 2- y/n becomes a child

Part 1 Here

She seems to be a big fan of cats. Anything with Hello Kitty on it she wants. Will run up to stray cats trying to pet them no matter how many times they tell her not to. “They could have a disease.” “But they’re so cute!”

Doesn’t fully understand when she says, “I’m looking for my parents. We’re playing hide and seek, I don’t really like playing it. I wanted played sequence. My dad must have helped my mom with her hiding spot because I can usually find her first. Once I find them we’ll go back home to my baby and older brother.”

Hearing this Damian goes to Bruce for answers. He knows of everyone’s upbringing, but he often overlooked y/n in the past. Something about her mentally blocking her parents' death. Bruce only says parents, so it makes him wonder whether or not…It doesn’t matter. He just makes sure that he won’t bring up her parents or try to convince her that Bruce was her father anymore. Or that he and the others were her real brothers.

Dick will bring y/n to the water park, zoo, etc for some bonding time. Trying to dethrone Jason’s spot of being her favorite. When going out this usually results in Damian tagging along. Though surprisingly y/n doesn’t like going out as much, so Dick tries to find another way to connect with her.

It's getting late and while in her pajamas jumps down each step of the stairs. Dick notices the book in her hand and offers to read it to her before bed. Look him straight in his eyes to say no and ask if he knew where Jason was.

He lied by saying that he already left even though he was down in the cave and he’ll just take Jason’s place as bedtime reader. She reluctantly agreed. Everything is fine until the story ends. She looks like she is going to burst into tears and he panics. The story didn’t have a sad ending or anything. It was just a frog and toad book.

Asking what was wrong, y/n looks at him. “They’re gone and they’re never coming back are they?” He doesn’t respond, the look of pity in his eyes was enough for her to start balling her eyes out. Crying for her parents. When he is going to get up to get Bruce she eminently freaks out.

“No! Please don’t leave. I don’t want to be left alone. Don’t leave me alone again!” Dick gets so emotional seeing his little sister desperately begging him to not be all alone. He stays behind and comforts her. Not leaving her side once.

The context of how they unintentionally neglected her when she got older made guilt build up.

After that y/n is more open with Dick and starts to follow him around a bit. Jason raises his eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. Dick would be a better influence than him regardless of how bitter it made him feel.

Tim doesn’t go out of his way to interact with little y/n. Though she does come up to him to share what food she has. She will not leave him alone unless he has some of her snacks. Reminding him of when she was done cooking/baking, she’d force him to take a taste test before anyone else.

She’ll go out into the garden to catch butterflies. Will not take a net no matter how many times it's offered. Damian sits back watching her as she creeps up on butterflies like a cat. Every time she goes up to him and asks if he knew what butterfly it is.

Doesn’t have a clue, but after that, he’ll look up all the different butterflies. Their names and small facts about them for next time. y/n inadvertently made Damian a butterfly wiki.

There will be sudden fits where she wants to paint someone’s nails. Goes up to the first person she’ll see. Place the Hello Kitty nail polish bag on the table and ask them, “What color do you want? Sparkly or no sparkle?” There isn't anyone that can say no.

So everyone in the manor will have painted nails. Bruce is in a business meeting, everyone sees his black-painted nails but doesn’t say a thing. If anyone were to ask he’d hold up a hand to show off and explain that his daughter wanted to paint his nails. He is expressionless the whole time, but if they looked hard enough then they could see the smile in his eyes.

Babs and Dick definitely take a few photos of y/n and send them to each other. It’s not every day that adult y/n allows others to photograph her. Now that she is a child without too many insecurities this allows them to take as many photos as possible.

Speaking of Babs, she’s just like Tim and Bruce. Doesn’t go out of her way to interact with her because she doesn't see the reason to do so. It’s fine after a few days until she starts missing adult y/n. The one who brings up random topics and has late-night texts with.

Wonders if she should inform y/n’s friend and boyfriend about this since they’ve been reaching out a lot. But decided against it. y/n is in a vulnerable state of mind and having even more “strangers” interact with her should just be avoided. Barb tells them that she’s broken her phone and is taking care of her sick auntie who is overseas. She makes up an elaborate lie and now y/n’s friend and boyfriend think she has an Italian auntie named Bianca Bellagamba.

One day Dick gets a drawing that he’s always dreamed of. A crayon drawing of his hero persona that had My #1 hearo! Everyone can see him internally squealing.

Everyone got a similar drawing, but she handed his drawing to him first. So obviously he’s the favorite brother and she clearly put more effort into his drawing.

Only Dick and Damian have thought of sabotaging the progress of returning y/n back to normal a few times. They’d be able to keep her in the manor safe and be able to rewrite their mistakes. Jason has thought of this too once, but he knew that it wasn’t right for y/n if they kept her like this.

The only reason Dick and Damian didn’t do anything as everyone was dead set on getting adult y/n back. Even if they were to sabotage their progress, it would just slow them down.

When y/n is turned back to normal she doesn’t remember anything after she was turned into a child. This breaks Dick’s heart more than it does Damian’s. Dick was making so much progress with y/n and now it's completely erased. Damian took this more as a way to understand and learn more about y/n.

y/n awkwardly thanks them before shuffling out manor. Babs will send the pics of little y/n to her later.

Most of the family’s view of y/n doesn’t change except for Dick and to a lesser extent Jason’s. Dick will see y/n even more as a child now. That one night when she begged to not be left alone again will motivate him to reach out to her. Spend more time together to make up for his absence.

Jason might view her a little more like a child, but he already saw her as one. Though this whole fiasco has made him a bit more protective of y/n. When out, he’ll check on her apartment just to make sure that she’s safe at home. If he finds her out for whatever reason when he’s on patrol then he’ll follow her until she gets back home safely.

Damian knows that little and older y/n aren’t exactly the same. It would be stupid to do so because she could grow out of things and has developed as a person. When he breaks into her apartment for a visit he’ll have a type of Hello Kitty memorabilia. y/n clearly hasn’t grown out of her love for the cat with a bow as the next time he breaks in, he sees that she kept the gift.

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Can I request y/n ignoring jungwon as a prank but then he ends up getting really emotional about it because he had a bad day? 🥹

prank

(when you prank him and he gets emotional)

contains: idolbf!Jungwon x gn!reader | genre: angst with a fluffy ending | tw! crying, mention of feeling anxious | wc: 0,7

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: thank you for requesting anon! sorry for taking a little bit longer than usual, but i hope you’ll like it ☺️

When your friend challenged you to prank Jungwon you already had a bad feeling about it. You knew how hard he worked and your heart broke at the sight of his drained body and exhausted expression whenever he came over to your apartment, that’s why you were hesitant to pull an ignoring prank on him. Another things is, you never actually ignored him. Every time you argued, you both solved problems rather maturely using communication and honesty, so you were quite scared of his reaction. But curiosity of response was overshadowing the fear of hurting him.

That’s how, the second you heard the front door opening, you sat on the couch with a phone in your hand, pulling the most untouched expression you could.

“Hi Y/nie,” Jungwon said, his voice quiet from fatigue. Hearing the sound of it you almost raised from the couch to run up to him, but held back. Not hearing any response Jungwon frowned and called you again. “Y/n? Are you home?”

Hearing his steps become closer to the living room you started your act. Jungwon sighed in relief seeing you, in a moment that he needed you the most. He sat next to you and tried to take your hand into his, a habit he developed a while ago. He would play with your fingers to show you he needed your attention at that exact moment. You liked whenever he did that, but you brushed off the thought of stopping the prank and took your hand away. In a corner of your eye, you noticed he furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself. Jungwon decided to try to at least lay his head on your shoulder, in seek of your comfort, but you once again gave him a brush off.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked in pure confusion. “If I have done something that made you mad I’m sorry, but please tell me what it is,” he pleaded. Not breaking the character you played you kept on playing with your phone. Not getting any response from you, Jungwon just lowered his head and stood up. “I’ll go take a shower now,” he announced quietly, hint of sadness in his voice.

Once you heard the water running you bit your lips, deciding to stop ignoring him. You went to your bedroom and prepared the bed to lay down and watch something with him, just like you always do. Unlike usual he finished pretty quickly. You waited for him to come out, but instead you heard quiet sobs.

“Won?” You softly knocked at the bathroom door. Jungwon unlocked it almost immediately, the sight made you regret everything. “Oh no, Wonnie,” you said and pulled him into your embrace. The moment he felt the warmth of your body against his he started crying, not even trying to fight back tears.

“Whatever I did, I’m really sorry, but please don’t ignore me,” he cried, his shaking body making you feel terrible.

“Won, you did nothing, it was supposed to be a prank. It’s me who should be sorry. Forgive me, please” you said, guilt eating your guts. He shook his head, unable to say anything.

Once he calmed down a little you sat on your bed and he laid his head comfortably on your lap.

“Did something happen today at work?” you asked tangling your fingers in his hair, he answered with a nod.

“I’ve been pretty anxious recently, because of our comeback. I don’t feel prepared, and I really don’t wanna let anybody down,” he said, occasional voice cracks accompanying him.

“Won, you should’ve told me. You work so hard everyday. I’m sure you’ll own this comeback,” you spoke, remembering how unmatched his energy was when they were rehearsing their new title song.

He looked up at you and asked: “You think so?”

“I am never wrong,” you said confidently putting an accent on third word. This made a smile creep on his face. He got up and threw himself at you, laughing on the way down. You let out a yelp in shock, but when he buried his face in a crook of your neck you just closed your eyes and wrapped him in your embrace once again.

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𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 # ！︎

❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angsty, gojo goes to therapy bc yaga made it mandatory, maybe slight ooc!gojo

❤︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x f!reader

✉︎ 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛. 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦'𝑎𝑙𝑙 ˀ︎ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 ˂︎₃︎

“i made her cry,” gojo pauses with sad surprise, “how could i do that? how could i make her cry?”

there’s minimal noise inside the office gojo, and his therapist sits in. she sits unobstructed in front of him, a deep pink loveseat across from him. gojo’s sitting on a pale purple sofa, which looks like it’s freshly delivered—another thing he has noticed about his therapist.

her slightly tanned fingers are tapping against one another on one hand. the other is underneath her chin, eyes squinted at the guilt-ridden man. niko knows of gojo’s standing in the sorcerer world; she can see curses herself and comes from an old sorcerer family.

“the question is, ‘why did you do it?’”

gojo absolutely hated her voice though.

she always sounded like she was right. like no matter what gojo thought or felt about it, he could not deny it because it was true. like she knew him better than he did.

it pissed him off.

the strongest sorcerer shifted a smidge, a minute change in weight from one heel to another, but his therapist noted it. but the question made him uncomfortable because he knew. he knew why he tried his hardest to make you cry.

and it made him sick.

“i don’t know.”

lying was hard for gojo.

but only when it came to people who didn’t deserve it. like his therapist. usually, he gets through it pretty well, but he forgot to consider that his therapist might be a stalker. one that was specifically made for him.

a slight smirk appeared on her lips, “you’re lying.”

it made him really sick.

“to hurt her,” he spoke lowly and quickly, almost like he’d cursed your name.

gojo’s therapist had a brief flicker of surprise in her eyes. she had expected it to be because he was angry at you. not because he could. gojo noticed her fingers pressing a little tighter against one another; her taps a little longer than before.

the silence allowed the sorcerer to think back on his argument with you. now, he sees your anger as concern and your tears as frustration. he could admit that sometimes he was careless in his actions, which showed in his attitude towards life. you knew this.

you wanted him to know you knew this. that he would lose you if he didn’t care for his well-being a little more than normal. to show that he cared enough to get back to you.

instead, he hurled insults at you, most of them targeted at your strength, or lack thereof in his eyes. because who is stronger than him?

you were, actually. for putting up with and loving a man like him.

“i couldn’t stop. it was like seeing a cup spill, and you know you should pick it up, but there’s a moment where you just stare and let it spill,” gojo’s casually rambling now, “you let it spill because you say you’ll clean it up later, but sometimes there isn’t a later before someone slips and falls because of your mess. your spill.”

he pauses and licks his soft lips. his therapist watches, listening patiently and intently. her fingers stopped moving.

“and that’s what it felt like. a spill that i could have stopped but allowed to keep going. and she slipped and fell before i could clean up the mess.” it sounded like his voice was beginning to fill with emotion, so he stoped talking.

it was silent again, but the timer his therapist kept went off, signaling the end of the session. like a command, gojo found himself back on earth, no longer soaring aimlessly in his head. his shades covered his painfully blue eyes, but he felt like she could see the unshed tears in his waterline.

“if you love her gojo, you will do your best to clean your mess up. but understand that she is not obligated to forgive you, even when you apologize. i’m not sure what you said, but it seems terrible enough.” she moves back to her desk.

“you may be the strongest, but you’re the weakest regarding your own wants and needs. people need each other, satoru. you are still people.”

you are still people

yeah, and yet he wished he was nothing at all.

y’all watching the new season?

toji was really in his sorcerer serial killer bag 🤪

i truly missed y’all and i will have a more detailed explanation posted at a later date but until then, stay breezy!

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Watching The Dragon Prince Season Six Part Nine: Stardust! The time has come to see if Rayla will make it out of this season with the most parents. I hope so

Under the cut as per the usual!

Hey, the quote from the beginning of episode one! I wonder if we’ll find out more about him and that other Startouch elf given that he’s quoting them now.

Ohhh. Okay. I was entirely convinced that the quasar diamond was another fake. Whoops

Oh, Claudia, honey… 🥺

Skafjlk Something about Aaravos just suddenly showing up next to Claudia so that he can shush her is so funny to me. I think it might be Terry’s face.

HUH? EXCUSE ME??? That was not something I expected. Aaravos has a kid?? Hello?

Darling!!! Oh, honey. She looks so sweet!!! I love her already.

I am also already feeling immense dread because Aaravos is talking about her in the past tense and she isn’t here in present day. “Had a daughter” oh god. Something bad is going to happen to the baby isn’t it. I am not ready.

Sweethearttttt. Oh my god, the way that you can hear the love in Aaravos’s voice as he talks about her… It’s not an emotion don't think I could have pictured on him before this episode but it's so tangible, the voice acting in this episode is incredible. This episode is going to murder me isn’t it.

Also, I like how the terms he's using to describe her could also easily apply to Claudia whom he's trying to get to empathize with him. To connect her own love for her father to his love for his daughter.

Okay, this might be me reading into it but. The way his daughter's hands are held in this picture looks a lot like the way I flap my hands when I stim. Is Aaravos’s daughter maybe neurodivergent? Either way, I love her already, she’s so sweet.

Give Aaravos’s VA an award. The RANGE this man has, spanning from threatening to playful to right here where it’s so soft and sad and full of love for his daughter.

Also, the adoraburrs!!! Look at her!!!

…I am remembering vividly that response from the writers when someone asked if the Startouch child in the intro was a younger Aaravos and they responded that the child was Leola. Oh no. And again, the fact that Aaravos is talking about Leola only in the past tense… I am not ready for this episode oh no. NOTHING HAS EVEN HAPPENED YET AND I’M ABOUT TO CRY.

Also, the animators always do such an amazing job with Aaravos’s expressions. I just. Oh…

Callum, buddy, I don't think you're helping.

Oh, Rayla, honey… I might be wrong but I think that’s the first time Rayla has actually verbally acknowledged Runaan and Ethari as her parents. I know she’s called them her family before but I don’t think she’s called them her parents.

“Those coins will guide you. Each coin contains a fragment of a soul. On the other side, the rest of the soul longs to be whole again, for it cannot pass into death incomplete.”

I like the clarification of what the coins actually do to a person and why they’re worse than death. Because they don’t allow the spirit to achieve peace by passing on or allow them to continue their life, they trap them in between life and death. I also really like that they’re bringing back the stuff from Through the Moon.

Callum… I love them so much oh my gosh. He’s so nervous for her…

They're so sweet, I love them!!!

Ough and the fact that, to get her family back, Rayla has to dive into the lake despite her fear of the water.

OHH NOO I am getting Through the Moon flashbacks, Runaan??? Buddy?? I wonder if it’s a side effect of being in the coin? Are Rayla’s bio parents gonna be like that too?

While the corruption obviously isn’t great, I must say, I like the curly hair on Runaan.

RUNAAN. NO. No killing Rayla. Bad Runaan.

Rayla, honey...

Petition to give Rayla a break.

Oh, they’re dancing. Interesting. Maybe it's some kind of trance that Rayla needs to break them out of? Like there's a different challenge for each soul that she needs to overcome? I don't know, something definitely feels off.

Ohh… The way Claudia looks up at him, she's so enraptured in the story.

Baby!!! Baby girl!!

OH??? It looks like each side unlocks a different arcanum and a different version of the book, intriguing…

I wonder if there’s something particularly special written in the book or if it’s just a tome of knowledge of the arcanums. Rayla did originally think the cube was a piece from a children’s game, maybe in a way, she was right.

SKjafslkjf. Leolaaa. I love mustache Aaravos so much. And it’s so humanizing seeing such a different side of him. To have a moment where he’s not some all-knowing mysterious arch-mage but just a father with a young daughter who likes to poke fun at him sometimes.

Oh no!! Kiddo!

Aaravos being so gentle with the little kid…

Ohh Aaravos definitely knows whoever took Leola and by the look of it, he does not like them very much.

Also, I’m curious who the golden dragon was, that’s an interesting detail.

Continued in reblogs!

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Safest with You (Ch. 8 - The Cab)

5K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Summary: Unable to be apart from you, Din decides to be more honest.

Warnings: Angst and pining again, but the return of fluff at the end, some insecure!Din, pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.)

A/N: Just so you don’t think my imagination is that cheesy, the waiter with the folded napkin actually happened to me (The Woman was Too Stunned to Speak)😂 Thank you for your patience as I posted some other pieces before this one and as always for reading! Hope everyone is having a good 2024 so far!

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Your friends are more than a little surprised to see you show up teary eyed at brunch the next day; like you, they had expected your third date with Din would end with earth shattering orgasms, not a heart shattering goodbye.

You cry while you tell them about the date and how it ended.  They’re as confused as you have been about what happened; you mumble, “He just said it wasn’t a good fit,” hanging your head.

Rory, predictably, goes straight to revenge, “Do we hate him?  Should we key his car?”

Lifting your head because you know she’s only 37% kidding, you say softly, “No. He was kind about it.  And he’s allowed, you know? He’s allowed to call it quits after three dates.  We really only knew each other for two weeks.”

You cross your arms on the table and lay your head down. You're a jumble of raw emotions right now: confusion over the sudden change in Din's feelings, distress over having possibly done something to precipitate that change, but mainly sadness over the loss of what could have been. You realize now that you had harboured high hopes for what a potential future with Din might be like, and those hopes had been the source of some most welcomed feelings of excitement and optimism over the past few weeks - to have them dashed, so unexpectedly too, has left you crushed and at a bit of a loss. Had you done something wrong? You think you must have, and that thought has you biting back tears of disappointment in yourself.

Lala strokes your hair as you sniffle quietly, “…I didn’t even get to fuck him.” You bury your face in your arms with a whine.  It feels a little better to make jokes.

“Aw babe, I’m so sorry.  We all know how much you wanted to fuck him.  We wanted you to fuck him too,” Bea sympathetically rubs your back.

“You know… it’s probably good you didn’t sleep with him, babe.  Like, it would have been really shitty for him to sleep with you and then break up with you after,” Katie muses out loud.

Propping yourself up on your chin, you lament, “He wouldn’t have done that.  He’s too sweet.”

“Is now a good time to mention that Mark is still single?”

“JEN!!!!”, the other girls yell.  But you laugh, a small laugh but it’s genuine.

“What?! I asked if it was a good time? Sheesh!! Plus it made her laugh, okay?”

You lay your head back down on your arms, and listen to your friends chatter.  They know you well enough to know that you don’t want to keep talking about it, and that you’ll feel the most comfort from just being in their supportive presence.

Lala and Bea make sure to periodically let you know they’re there with a gentle rub of your back or arm until the food arrives, and when you dig into your eggs you feel slightly better.

Just over a month passes before you see Din again.

During that same time, Din sees you twice: once intentionally and a second by accident.

The first time is the day after your last date.  He goes to the restaurant where he knows you and your friends have your standing brunch date, hoping you would seek the comfort of your friends after an upsetting night.  He doesn’t go in, but does peer in through the window to look for you; even though your back is to him, he can tell it’s you and moreover, he can tell you’re crying.  Din feels as if his heart has been ripped out of his chest, remembering your hurt and confused face from the night before.  As he watches you lay your head on the table and your friend stroke your hair lovingly, he fights the urge to burst into the restaurant and beg you to take him back.  He’s desperate to tell you it was all a mistake and that he can’t bear to be apart from you, but the voice in his head that wouldn’t quiet yesterday night is still there, telling him you’re better off without him and far away from what his world entails.  When he sees your food arrive, and that you’re in better enough spirits to eat, he leaves feeling assured that your friends will take good care of you, and, although it depresses him to think this, certain that soon he will be but a distant memory for you.

The second time Din sees you is three weeks later when he’s out for a run and he passes a park that seems to be hosting a big dog meet up.  Din quickly realizes that all the dogs are the same breed as Al and he stops to scan the crowd looking for you, but Al spot him first.  Tail wagging, Al separates from the group and jogs over to the edge of the park where Din is standing – excited and full of energy; Din leans over the fence and pets the exuberant pup, “Hey buddy!  Miss you so much.  You being a good boy?”  He scratches Al all over his head and neck, making sure to give him a few extra ear rubs that Din knows he likes. Din’s missed Al and is pleasantly surprised to see him, but his heart leaps at the realization that you must be nearby.  He spots you finally, talking with some dog people, and when he sees your lips say, Where’s Al? he gives a final pat to the dog, knowing that it won’t be long before you’re coming over.  Although Din tells Al to go back to you, the normally obedient dog is not budging, he stays with his tail wagging and now barking at Din excitedly.  Out of options, Din moves behind a nearby tree so not to be spotted when you inevitably notice where all the racket is coming from.  As he predicted, you come over to fetch Al, “What are you doing over here by yourself, silly boy?  Were there some squirrels?  Are you yelling at the squirrels?” you coo at the dog, who’s bouncing up and down, still barking.  You give Al a bunch of kisses, then lean over and whisper in his ear; happily, Al waits to trot by your side back to the group of other dogs while you give the area a quick look to see if you can ascertain what drew your dog over here in the first place.  And that’s when Din finally looks upon your face.  The picture of you and Al from the farmer’s market on his phone that Din’s been starting at over the past few weeks is nothing compared to the real thing.  Your smile is as warm and inviting as ever, and your eyes bright and full of glee; he knew he wasn’t over you, but he didn’t realize his heart could further break until the thought strikes him that you would never again look at him with an expression like that.  He waits until you’ve rejoined the group in the park before reluctantly resuming his jog and leaving you and Al behind once again.

“I’m stuffed,” you moan, holding your stomach.  Your friends are all doing some variation of the same gesture and nod in agreement having just finished a delicious birthday dinner for Katie at her favourite Italian restaurant.  Great food, even better drinks, and loving company – it was the perfect birthday celebration.  It’s a shame you’re all too full for cake or dessert.

“Can we postpone birthday dessert to brunch?” groans Katie.

That sounds like a fantastic idea, you can’t eat any more tonight, “You’re the birthday girl!  We can do anything you want," you grin.

“Maybe what she wants for her birthday is for you to go back in and get that waiter’s number? Didn’t you think the waiter was cute?” Jen says, purposefully avoiding Katie’s look of incredulousness.

He had been cute.  And he had folded a napkin into a rose and placed it next to your plate when he served you.  Then when you had joked that you weren’t the birthday girl, he had come back and with folded roses for all the girls.  Yes, it was super cheesy, but sweet.  And maybe, just maybe, you might have been tempted to give him a chance if it wasn’t for a certain curly haired, brown eyed boxer that you knew could be a hundred times sweeter, who you knew you would be comparing him to in every other way as well.  Even now, more than a month after you last saw Din, you didn’t think there was any actual competition.  You must have a far away look in your eyes, because Bea wraps her arms around you and looks at Jen, “What about Mark?  What would Mark say if he knew you were cheating on him with some waiter?” This snaps you back to the present with a giggle.  The girls all laugh and you give each other prolonged goodbye hugs and cheek kisses, before you leave them to catch a cab in the opposite direction.  Shouting love yous and promises to each message when you get home safe, you turn and head down the street and around the corner.

The neighbourhood you’re in is lively at this time of night, lined with busy restaurants and cafes that are finishing up last service, and a few clubs that are just getting their night started.  With all the activity and bright lights, you don’t have any qualms about be out by yourself, but you are finding yourself a bit cold so you hope to catch a cab sooner rather than later.  The dress you wore for dinner has long sleeves but is backless, which had been sufficiently warm earlier in the evening, but now that there’s a bite to the air, you’re starting to shiver a little.  You decide to wait on the curb right outside a club that seems fairly busy already, reasoning it’s probably a high traffic area or at least it will be easy to grab a taxi after it drops off clubgoers. 

You miscalculated.  Not a lot of cabs are going down this street tonight for some reason, and the two that you do spot with their lights on either don’t see you or are claimed by other people first.  You’re starting to get cold for real, hugging yourself and rubbing your arm with the hand that isn’t raised in the air.

“Allow me,” says a deep voice from behind you.  You turn to find Din standing close, with his arm already out to hail the next free cab that comes down the street.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.  You’re not sure where he came from, and are very surprised he’s there at all.  It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him, but here he is handsome as ever.  He’s dressed in a sharp dark suit, his matching dress shirt neatly buttoned, but no tie – he looks so good.  His broad shoulders are stretching his suit jacket in all the right places, and the suit sleeves hug his muscular arms perfectly snug. This time when you shiver, you know it’s more than the crisp night air that’s giving you the chills.  Din looks down at you over the rim of his black framed glasses with a soft expression, and without a word, takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders; his free hand then slips under the front of the jacket and around your waist, settling on your lower back where your backless dress allows him to touch your cool, bare skin.  He murmurs, “It’s cold out,” before gently pulling you in towards him.  You’re close enough to smell him now – the scent of his cologne alone makes you press your thighs together a little; you place you hands gently on his hard chest before lightly trailing your fingers down and wrapping your arms around him. Feeling the hand on your back press you closer, you rest your cheek against his chest and close your eyes.  The two of you stand like this, comfortably holding each other in silence for a few minutes before a taxi pulls up.

Din reluctantly pulls away from you to open the back door of the cab; after helping you in, he opens the front passenger door to speak to the driver directly. He gives the driver your address, and then to your shock, pulls out his wallet and you see him take out several hundred-dollar bills and hand them to the driver, “Sir, it’s very important to me that this lady gets home safe, and I know I can count on you.  For your help, please keep anything over the meter as a tip, a thank you from me.”

The driver is similarly surprised, but takes in Din’s imposing figure and gives him a confident nod, “No problem, sir.  Consider it done.”

Din makes a point to look at the driver certificate, “Thank you, Carl,” patting the driver on the shoulder before closing the door.  He comes around the still open back seat door and crouches so you’re making eye contact with him from your seat.  “Thank you, Din.  You didn’t need to do that,” you say softly, but with a look of gratitude so he know you’re truly touched.  Din reaches in the cab to tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear, “Need to know you’re safe,” he says tenderly, letting his hand cradle your cheek.

He pauses for a moment, almost unsure, then asks, “Were you out here on a date?”

You don't know if there is any other intended meaning behind the question, but you give a little chuckle, “No, I was out for Katie’s birthday dinner; we went to Luigi’s.  Everyone else shared a cab over the bridge and I walked over here to catch a cab uptown.”  You’re not sure, but you think you see a flicker of relief flash across Din’s face.  “What about you?  You here to do some clubbing? This music seems really your style,” you tease.

Din laughs when at that exact moment, the door of the club opens and the loud cacophony of electronic beats spills out into the street.  You smile wide at Din and he’s elated; his hand still on your face, he softly strokes your cheek with his thumb as you smile at one another.  He’s about to answer with a quip of his own, when a loud voice from near the club doors calls his name, “Din!! Are you coming in or what?”

Din stills his hand and turns his head to give the person a nod. You move your head and peer around Din to see who he’s speaking to; you catch a brief glimpse of Vanessa, dressed up to the nines for the club, spinning around on her 4-inch heels and stomping back into the club.

Oh. You fold your hands in your lap and look down, fiddling with your fingers.  You’re starting to feel a bit stupid for imagining that there might still be a spark between you and Din.  It seems that you might not be out on a date, but of course he could be.

Din knows exactly what you’re thinking and is quick to correct you, “We’re not here together - I’m doing a security escort tonight.  Just making sure my old boss’ niece and her friends get in to the club safely; Vanessa's just part of the group.”

“You don’t owe me any explanations,” you shrug, defeated.

Din tips your face up gently, and says sadly, “What if I want to owe you an explanation?”

You bring both of your hands to his face and search his eyes, afraid you might be misunderstanding his words. “Din,” you whisper.  And then his lips meet yours. It’s as if he never stopped kissing you – his kiss is so warm and familiar, you hadn’t fully realized until this moment the extent of how much you missed it.  And him.

You’re both slow to break apart, looking deeply into the other’s eyes with longing.  Din speaks first, “Pretty bird, I’ve missed you so much.  I never should have walked away; I’ve thought of you every day since.”

You look at him softly, “I’ve missed you too.”

“I’m so sorry for leaving.  I can’t tell you how much I’ve regretted hurting you. I’m so sorry, baby,” Din pleads with something close to desperation in his eyes.

You pull him in by his collar and kiss him again, this time more intensely than before, your desire and neediness bubbling to the surface. As you thread your fingers through Din’s curls, he leans further into the cab, bracing one hand on the car seat and the other grabbing your upper thigh where the hem of your dress ends.  Where his hand touches your bare skin, you feel a warmth radiate and you gasp softly into Din’s mouth.  He takes this as permission to deepen your kisses, opening his mouth, his tongue begging to be let in.  Allowing him access, you moan softly a he licks into you.  Fuck. You had forgotten what a good kisser he was.  You pull away gently, still not sure what any of this means, and open your eyes to see Din looking at you like he used to, with adoration and hunger.  You have a million questions, and out of habit, you look over to the driver to ask if he minds giving you some more time before starting the fare. Unsurprisingly, Carl seems totally unbothered and committed to not paying attention to what’s happening in the backseat; the generous tip from Din having secured his patience and discretion.  Din is reading your thoughts: you deserve answers and all the time needed for those answers; he cups your face with his hands to redirect your attention back to him, “I should get back to work now, pretty bird.  But we’ll talk, okay?”  He hopes you can read the assurance he’s trying to convey with his eyes.  Nodding, you start to take off his jacket, but Din stops you, pulling it back over your shoulders, “Keep it, sweetheart.  It’s cold.”

“I’ll get it back to you,” you promise. Soon, I hope, your eyes plead.

Din understands the unspoken request, “I know you will.” He presses his lips to yours softly one last time as a promise of his own, “Let me know when you make it home safe, baby.”

Gently closing your door, Din knocks twice on the roof of the car to indicate to the driver that it’s time to depart.  You look out the window, and softly hold Din’s gaze as the cab drives away.

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After you get home, you walk Al, check in with the group chat to make sure everyone made it home, then change out of your dinner clothes.  Washing off your make up, you send Din a quick text: 5 stars cab ride.  Thank you for making sure I get home safe.  You never deleted Din’s contact or the text conversation, and now as you scroll up through your old messages, you’re reminded of how easy and flirty your banter used to be.  You still don’t know what happened the night of Jimmy’s fight to change how Din felt about you and until you find out, despite tonight’s kisses and confessions, you can’t be sure that he feels the way you do, and this thought has your heart sinking a little.

After distractedly finishing a few odd tasks around the apartment and unsuccessfully picking up your book a few times, you decide to go to bed when your phone dings.

Pretty bird, are you still up? Has Al gone for his walk yet?

Al’s gone out already!

Do you think…he wants to go out again?

Your phone rings before you can respond; it’s Din, and you can’t help but smile when you answer, “Hello?  Din?”

“Hey pretty bird, do you think Al might be up for a second walk tonight?”

You look at your dog peacefully snoozing next to you on the couch, unawares, “Probably!  Are you off work soon?”

“I’m downstairs right now, if that’s okay.”

You feel your heartbeat quicken.  You ask for 5 minutes and use it to pull on some sweats and swap out your underwear for a sexy black lace set, the same set you had worn for Din the last time you had seen him.  Picking this particular set wasn’t intentional, but putting lingerie on to match your mood is; you don’t know what you’re expecting, but your desire for this man didn’t diminish during your time apart and you can’t help the warmth of want that’s been building in you since you saw him a few hours ago.

As you and Al walk through the front doors, your first thought is of how familiar and comfortable this feels; a late night dog walk together that you’ve looked forward to many times.  Your second thought is of just how goddamn hot Din is. His hair, longer than you remembered, had been slicked back a little for work, but now it’s a mussed up and looks soft and touchable again. You favourite pair of his glasses are comfortably perched on his distinct nose, one of your favourite features of his handsome profile.  His facial hair is a little scragglier than a month ago, but you like it – it makes his greys more distinct, the sight of which is making you a little weak in the knees.  You internally scold yourself to get it together so you don’t throw yourself at him when you get close enough.  Din’s smile for you is wide and genuine but with a hint of shyness.  However, for Al, Din’s squatting down, arms out wide, welcoming Al’s slobbery kisses and excited pawing. 

“Ok, Al, calm down,” you tell the dog, even though you yourself feel anything but calm.  You hand Din his jacket, which you brought down with you, “Guess you really wanted your jacket back, eh?”

Din takes it from you and puts it on in a smooth motion, “Thank you.  I do really want this jacket back.  I really missed this jacket. It’s the best and most perfect jacket. I’m lost without this jacket.”

You chuckle and pull him in by the lapels of said jacket for a kiss.  Slow and sweet, you press your lips to Din’s and breath in his scent as his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you in gently.  The two of you stay like this, reveling in each other’s touch for a few minutes before moving apart, as if you both know things can’t progress further until you address what’s unsaid between you.  You walk hand in hand for about half a block in silence before you’re the one brave enough to broach the topic.

“Din,” you look at him with unsure eyes, “what happened? I thought everything was going so well.  Did something happen the night of Jimmy’s fight?  Did I do something wrong?  Did… your friends not like me?”

“Oh, pretty bird, god no,” Din stops walking, so he can face you.  He’s devastated that you might have thought this whole time that you were somehow at fault for his mistakes, although he should have known that your instinct would be to try and take accountability for when things went wrong.  He looks at your anxious face and hope he is showing the proper amount of sincerity with his expression and voice, “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby.  You could never.  You were sweet, and perfect, and funny, and smart, and everyone loved you.  I promise.  I… it was…you were so lovely – you are so lovely… and all I could see.. I- shit…”

You lead Din by the hand to a sidewalk bench so he can collect his thoughts.  When you’re both seated, Din sighs and takes a deep breath before he starts again, “I need to tell you something about me, pretty bird.” He’s nervous, his deepest insecurity about his relationship with you about to be spoken out loud, “I’m… not a good guy.” He shakes his head a little when he sees you’re about to protest, and presses on, “You know how I worked in personal security?  It wasn’t just body guarding work or escorting people’s nieces to clubs… I… hurt people.  And sometimes when I do that work again, I have to hurt people still.”

Your face is neutral as you take in Din’s words, but you don’t recoil from him or look like you want to run away, so he continues.

“The people that I worked for, that Paz and the rest of the guys… the Mandos, still work for… it’s really one person.  A family really.  The Fett family… I don’t know if you’ve ever heard anything… or read about them in the paper? Well…”

You shake your head a little; you haven’t but you think you know what Din is alluding to, and you’re getting a more complete picture of what Din meant when he said he came from a different “world”.  You can tell he has so much more to say, to explain, so you stay silent.

“…I’ve known them all my life.  All the Mandos have.  Boba, he’s the head of the family, he was like a second dad to me growing up, and one of my dad’s best friends.  I’ve known him and the family a long time… they’re not bad people, I swear, pretty bird.  But… they’re involved in some not so savoury businesses… the type of business that make protection and security… essential.  Which is where the Mandos come in… and where I came in.  Some of the people involved in these kinds of businesses… unsavoury is probably too kind of a word to describe them.  And those were the kind of people that were there at the fight that night.  They were all around and… baby, you were so lovely and perfect, and you had no idea the type of filth you were surrounded by.  I thought, how could I pull you down to that level?  Get you dirty like that?  Like, literally, you got bloodied.”  Din hangs his head.

“I felt so guilty dragging you into that world… so, I let you go.  You’re too good and sweet to be around people like that.  People like… me.”  Din can’t even look at you as he finishes.

To say you’re surprised by this confession is an understatement.  Never in a million years would you have guessed that Din walking away had been for your (perceived) benefit; you’re also not sure how to go about correcting him of some of the falsities that he’s convinced himself of, namely that you’re somehow too good to be in his world, but you think you have to address the most egregious one first.  Bringing the hand that Din isn’t cradling in his up to his face, you gently stroke his jaw with your thumb so he will meet your eye; you want, no need, him to hear you,

“How can you say you’re not a good guy, Din?  You’re the kindest guy, the most considerate guy.  The things you’ve done?  First, I want you to know, anything you tell me about that type of work or your family.  I will never tell anyone, okay?  Please know you can trust me.  Second, I don’t need to know any details and I am positive that anything you’ve done, you did out of necessity and never out of cruelty.  Do you know how I know that without knowing any of the particulars?  Because you are a good man.  You can harness so much strength and power, and yet, you choose to be so, so gentle; you approach everyone and everything with care – it’s evident in the way you treat me, Al, your friends and the way you speak of your dad, the community, the guys at the gym, even the Fett family.  You take care of people.  That’s who you are.”  You ask again, “How can you say you’re not a good guy?”  Tilting your head at Din, you search his eyes, willing him to understand how you feel, “I don’t know what you thought I would think of you, but nothing will change my mind – you’re selfless, loyal… a protector.”

Din looks into your eyes and finds the sincerity and kindness that he’s been missing from his life for the past month; how could you be so loving and kind to him after he had hurt you, made you cry?  The way you looked that night crying, was not one he would easily forget.  He vows to never make you cry like that again if he can help it; every other concern he had about bringing his world into your life has evaporated in this moment with your tender words.  He should have known you would be pragmatic, thoughtful and open-minded.  He should have trusted you to have been able to handle the truth; he feels like he owes you another apology.  Instead, he simply whispers thank you, before descending on you and kissing you fervently, urged by the want and urgency that has accumulated from having been away from you for so long.

This feels so right.  It feels perfect to have Din’s hands on you again.  To have his mouth on yours, his tongue trailing over your tongue, his teeth lightly nipping your bottom lip.  But you can’t assume he’s thinking or hoping for the same thing you are, not after last time.  You pull away gently, and look at Din with an expression he can’t quite read, something between pleading and uncertainty, “Din… is this for tonight only? It’s okay if it is, I just don’t want to assume I know what you want.”

Din tips your face to his so that there can be no possibility for misunderstanding, “Oh, pretty bird.  It can be, if that’s what you want.  But if you’ll give me a second chance, I’m yours.  I’m yours even if you don’t, if I’m being honest.”

That’s all you need to hear, and you launch yourself at Din, slamming into his body, practically laying across his lap as you attach your lips to his.  Kissing him over and over, unable to keep from smiling, you moan slightly when Din’s hands wander down to your backside, giving both cheeks a hard squeeze and not letting go, using his grip to pull you up into him.  He’s grinning now too, deepening his kisses, unable to keep his happiness from spilling over into your mouth. 

Climbing off of him, and slightly breathless as you stand, you reach your hand out to Din, “Do you want to come up?” Din places his hand in yours and gets up; towering over you, he looks down at your beaming face and can’t help but smile back, “I really, really do, pretty bird.”

[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole Part 16: Marry Me

A/n: I’m definitely not crying…. Sorry in advance for the sappy note: This series has been a whirlwind to write and I honestly went through it with this one. I hated it and loved it in equal measure (that’s on me though because I'm self-critical lol) but I'm truly sad it's over. I owe so much to this series, it was the first proper work I had published within this fandom, it brought me so many of you wonderful people. The main thing I want to say is thank you to every single person who read it, whether you’ve read one chapter or 16, THANK YOU!!! I just want to say that although the main series is over I am truly happy to continue writing little bits for these characters so if you have anything you want to see please let me know 🥹 I love you guys - Lou

Precious Part

Series Masterlist

The rest of the tour rolls by quicker than any of them expected. Matty and Lou spend every waking moment with each other and with their boys. The group laugh and drink and play the music they love and they're completely content. Their days are filled with the friends that were family now and their nights are filled with just them, their bodies and souls intertwined, their love being confessed and shown in every possible way they know how.

Each show seems better than the last and each of them are unsure whether it's because their love was always adapting and growing or whether it was because time was running out and they were hell bent on not letting it get taken for granted. They secretly thought it was a mix of both.

Lou and George would spend as much time together as they could, sometimes accompanied by Matty, usually wedged between them, sometimes resting across their laps (squashing them) or at their feet, the three of them laughing about things only they seemed to understand.

Lou and Ross would spend their time with Matty or sometimes with Mia when she was able to join them. Matty enjoyed watching the way they laughed together and felt privileged to hear them tell stories or spill secrets and confessions.

Adam and Carly would spend their time with the couple showing them ultrasounds or clothes they had bought for the little man. They'd talk about what they liked to call 'grown up things' and Matty would tell them the things he was going to teach the little man.

Then there were the times they were all together, one big happy family, a huge loving and supportive system that knew they would die for each other. Each time they’d laugh, each time they’d smile so wide their faces would hurt, each time they’d hug and talk and cry together, would make them realise how lucky they were to have each other.

Matty loved the moments before the shows, he'd spend hours watching her write in her notebook. He was in awe every time she sang and he knew he'd spend every day of his life proving his love for her.

Eventually the end of the tour rolled round and the last show was performed: a teary and emotional one, filled with one too many hugs and kisses. It was a show like no other and each of them was hesitant to leave the stage, knowing that would be the end : at least for now.

The party Jamie had thrown for them was huge, everyone and anyone they knew was invited, not that they spent much time with anyone else but each other. Matty and Lou disappeared to the toilets at one point when Charli and George had taken over the decks. Luckily no one could hear them over the loud music, but god did were they loud.

Adam and Carly's son was born three days later, the group crowding around the hospital room, taking turns in holding the little man. Carly asked to see Lou and Matty separately an hour or two after the birth. She simply placed the baby in Matty's arms, the baby boy wrapping his finger around Lou's pinky as her boyfriend held him, his barely opened eyes trained on her instead of the little man.

Carly felt emotional as she looked at them, smiling happily as her husband held her close to him. They had both come so far since the start and witnessing their journey was beautiful.

"I love you" Matty said, making her eyes snap away from the baby holding onto her finger. Something about the way he said it was different from all the other times, she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was exactly, but she felt it in every fibre of her being. She knew if the whole world changed tomorrow, she'd be certain Matty would be there, unchanged and forever loving her fiercely.

"I love you too" she says, tears filling her eyes. The rest of the group come back into the room now, suspiciously standing in a semicircle around them.

"I want this" he says, looking down at the child in his hands "I want all of this with you" he says, his own eyes filling with tears now. Adam moves to take his son, knowing what was coming, having spoken to Matty with his wife about this exact moment.

Lou gasps as Matty drops to one knee, his hand dipping into his pocket before pulling out a velvet box.

"I know we haven't had the easiest ride... I know I was an absolute Arsehole for most of it... And I can't promise I won't be that.. at least sometimes" he says making her chuckle through her teary eyes and choked throat.

"But I can promise that I have loved you, more than I have ever loved anything or anyone, for as long as I have known you and I can promise I will continue to do that until the day I die" he says, his voice breaking slightly, tears flooding his cheeks. Her knees buckle, taking her to him, holding his face in his cheeks.

"I have had this ring... Since Rome. I just knew, I knew even before you were mine that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you... I know this has happened quickly and it's been intense... But it's also been fucking incredible... The best thing that has ever happened to me and I know... I know in my soul that you are my person" he says, making tears fall even quicker from her face.

"You make me a better man. Lou...My love... I love you so much... Will you marry me?" He asks as he opens the velvet box in his hands, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

"Yes Matty. Of course I will" she says, pressing her mouth to his before pulling back, allowing him to place the ring on her finger before their lips find each other again.

"I love you so much" she says against his mouth. The couple stand then and are swarmed with hugs from their friends.

George pulls her into a tight hug, lifting her from the ground and she notices he's been crying too.

"I'm so fucking happy for you... Marrying my best friend... The best man I know" George says as he pulls back from her, Lou nods at him.

"I'm so glad you were here for this g" she says, pulling him back into her embrace. George is then moving to Matty, the two guys crying into each other as Ross comes to hug Lou.

"You got the happy ending you deserve" Ross says, making her smile. The group comes together then, joining in a big group hug.

"sorry we took your moment away from you guys" Lou says, her words directed at Carly and Adam.

"It's alright... Matty asked us and we couldn't say no, it's you" Carly says, making her smile widely.

"Besides, Matty never lets me have my moment" Adam says jokingly, making everyone laugh.

She looks around her empty flat, one box left, her entire life up to this point tucked away in boxes, currently being loaded into a van by her best friends. She hears distant laughter, George’s cackle, Ross’ chesty machine gun laugh, Hann’s gentle chuckle and Matty’s childish giggle. Her eyes water as she looks around the space, feeling someone rest their chin on her shoulder as their arms wrap around her frame.

“You okay?” she hears Charli ask and she lets out a brief “mhmm”.

“A lot to take in, I know” Charli says, pulling away from her friend and allowing her to turn. Matty listens in from the doorway, leaning against the wall. “Having second thoughts?” Charli asks, trying to sense her friend's mood. Lou shakes her head and smiles.

“About Matty? Never” that makes him smile widely, his stomach filling with butterflies.

“It’s hard moving out of your home” Charli says and Lou turns to look around the room again. She shakes her head and smiles widely.

“This isn’t my home… not really” Charli is confused but then Lou is turning to her again and hugging her tightly. She pulls away after a beat.

“Matty is my home… you guys are my home. As long as I’ve got you and him… I'm good” Matty wants to rush in and hug her tightly and kiss her like it was the last chance he’d get but he doesn’t want to disturb her, or admit he was eavesdropping.

Charli nods, she gets it. She places a kiss to her cheek “I’ll leave you to it” she then leaves, passing Matty on the way out.

“You’re so lucky Matty… to have someone love you like she does” Charli says, wiping a tear from her cheek and pressing a kiss to Matty’s cheek.

“I know… believe me i know” he walks into her apartment, finding her and wrapping his arms around her.

“Ready to go?” he asks, looking down at her. His heart falters when she smiles up at him, leaning on her tiptoes to press a haste kiss to his lips.

“Ready to spend the rest of my life with you?” she asks, watching the way a huge smile breaks out across his lips “never been more ready”.

George stands at the centre table, to the right of Matty, he's holding a champagne flute in one hand and a microphone in the other, his eyes hold tears in the corners and he has a lump in his throat as he begins to speak.

"I have always known that Lou is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. She is an incredible friend, someone who will love you in the exact way you need, someone who will love you so hard that your broken parts start to heal. She is my best friend and for years I waited until she met someone who loved her the way she deserved..." George says, his voice cracking several times as she spoke, Lou stared at him, Matty squeezing her hand as tears ran down her cheeks.

"Never did I expect it to be Matty" George says, making everyone, including the married couple, laugh.

"Matty is also my best friend, my partner, my bandmate and my brother... I truly believe it when I say that he's the best guy I know" he says, making Matty cry a little.

"But he wasn't always that way with Lou... I won't go into that too much because the past is the past... Although I will still end you if you so much as hurt her" he says jokingly making everyone laugh again.

"Matty loves Lou exactly the way she deserves and Lou makes Matty better. They are perfect for each other and I am so unbelievably happy and proud to witness their love... Because it's fucking beautiful. Congratulations to my best friends... I would make a joke about the sex going down hill from here but... I've heard you in hotels and on the tour buses so I very much doubt that's going to happen" he says, everyone laughs as Lou blushes, hiding her face in her hands. Matty pries them away with a kiss to her cheek, making everyone awe.

Everyone cheers and then Matty and Lou hug George tightly.

"I love you" they both say to him.

Mia then stands to do her speech, looking around the room before she speaks "I'm really shit at these things so... Sorry in advance" everyone laughs again.

"Lou is the best sister I could ever ask for and I'm probably biased when I say this but she is far too good for this world and the people in it... Sorry Matty" he just nods along, agreeing.

"But from the moment I met you Matty, I knew you were her person. I had never seen her the way she is with you, you make her so happy and I will always thank you for that. I wish you both the absolute best, Lou, I love you and I am so proud to call you my sister... And we are so happy" she says, gesturing to their family "to be welcoming Matty in to our family, he is the best thing that has ever happened to you. And you him cheers" everyone cheers then and Matty and Lou share a sweet kiss.

Matty then stands, still holding onto Lou's hand. He shakes his head as he looks down at her, bringing his hand up to his mouth and kissing the back of it. He then looks at everyone else, raising his glass up to them.

"God... I just want to start by saying thank you" he says, gesturing to those who have made speeches.

"And thank you to all of you for coming... For sharing this beautiful day with us" he sighs then "okay this is the part where I get really fucking emotional and make a fool of myself and make my wife question the fact she's just married me" he says making everyone laugh. Lou whispers a never to him and he smiles.

"Fuck... 'My wife' that's mental. She's my wife" he points at her, she smiles widely at him. She watches as his eyes water and the way he briefly tucks his lips into his mouth, fighting back the tears.

"You look so beautiful. You always look so fucking beautiful but my god" he says, everyone smiling as she fawns over her.

"I am truly the luckiest man alive... I'm going to try to keep this short and sweet before I start weeping. Lou you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I know I will thank whatever force allowed you to be mine, I will count my lucky stars everyday because you are mine. I don't know what the future holds... But I know as long as I have you, I'll be okay" he says making her smile, he leans down to kiss her gently before he continues.

"I love you so much" he says.

"I love you too"

It's then her time to stand.

"I'm not even going to try one up you on that" she says.

"I have written so many speeches, thrown them away and then rewritten them... I wrote about how we once hated each other but that story didn't quite do us justice... Because we are so much more than that... I then wrote all the things I love about you, but it was too long and I knew I'd get too emotional... And then I started wracking my brain on what I could say" she says looking down at him.

"I knew I wanted to tell you how much I love you but I could’t find the words to truly encapsulate what that's like. And I thought... Why say something... When you can sing it? Now I know you have begged me every single day since we got engaged to sing at this wedding and everyday I said no... And that's because I had something else planned" she says, looking around at the band and smiling at them.

"I guess you could say this is our last show… without you of course" she says and they all stand up, making Matty gasp as they make their way to the dancefloor that has been set up, microphones set up (ready for what Matty presumed would be the band they've hired). Ross stands go the left of her, Hann to the right, George behind her, Polly at the back next to George on the right and Jamie and John to the left.

"You and this band, are the best thing that has ever happened to me, you’re my family and my home and I love you all so much.. but this is for you. I love you so much Matty" she then sings a cover of All I Need To Hear with the band playing their instruments. It brings tears to his eyes and he shakes his head as she smiles at him.

"Just tell me you love me, that's all that I need to hear" she sings and he mouths an I love you to her.

They finish up the song and Lou begins speaking again.

"Okay... That was just a warm up" she says, making everyone laugh. The boys hug her and she thanks them before they leave. Jamie hands her an acoustic guitar, his guitar, one in which he had gifted to her at the end of the tour and Matty thinks he's going to sob, seeing her dressed in her beautiful white wedding dress, holding his guitar in her arms.

"I... I wrote this song, for you" she says, "I didn't release it because it's yours... only yours" She says and he knows what she's about to sing.

"When I was younger I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched, as he tried to reassemble it. And my mumma swore, that she would, never let herself forget, and that was the day that I promised, I'd never sing of love, if it does not exist, but darling, you, are, the only exception' she sings.

She finishes the song, wiping the tears from her cheeks as she passes the guitar back to Jamie. Matty joins her then, gripping her tightly in his arms as he presses his lips to hers “I love you so much, my wife” he says against her mouth, the couple laugh as everyone around them cheer. Both of them throw up their middle fingers to the boys when they begin to make inappropriate comments. They all laugh and cry as they watch them.

They sit at the steps outside their venue. Their friends and family are dancing inside, drinking and laughing, celebrating their love.

Matty’s hand is resting on her thigh, over the fabric of her white dress. Her hand is playing with a few stray curls that had fallen in front of his face, whilst her other hand rests under her chin. Her hand only moves from his hair when he passes her his cigarette, watching her as she takes a few puffs before handing it back to him.

“You're so beautiful” he murmurs “my wife” a huge smile breaks out over her features, eyes crinkling and teeth baring. Her eyes flick from his eyes which have been brimming with happy tears the entire night, down to his lips which are spread wide too.

“I love you, my husband” they hear the door creak behind them, revealing their group of closest friends.

“Sorry we're not interrupting are we” Carly says kindly.

“You'd be able to hear them a mile off if we were interrupting’ comes from George, making everyone laugh. His arm is wrapped around Charli who looks up at him fondly as he speaks. They'll be next, she thinks.

“You know you guys are always welcome” Lou says, making the group walk down the steps to join them.

“But maybe call before you spontaneously pop round to ours” Matty says, wiggling his eyebrows at the group, receiving a quick light smack from Lou, which makes everyone laugh.

They fill out the steps pretty quickly. Charli and George perch on a ledge near them, Mia and Ross sit a few steps down, turning around to look at them, Lou smiles widely at their intertwined hands.

Carly and Hann are nuzzled together a step down to the right of them.

“Where's the little man?” Matty asks, making Hann look up.

“Your mum's looking after him” makes him smile.

John, Jamie, Gabi and Polly are scattered here and there. They sit in silence for a few moments, sharing a few cigarettes, all with huge smiles on their faces. They watch as the sky continues to get darker and as stars begin to appear.

Matty pulls her closer, pressing a kiss to her cheek before mumbling in her ear.

“I love you” she turns to kiss him, only pulling away when she hears Ross speak.

“What now?” He asks and everyone chuckles.

“What do you mean , what now?” George says, laughing loudly.

“I mean what happens now… Hann and Carly are married and have just had a kid… Lou and Matty are now married and will probably be popping out babies in no time” his words make Lou blush and Matty smear his lips to her cheek.

“You bet” he murmurs into her ear before he delivers his next line to the group “we'll be practising for a bit mate don't you worry about that” it causes another chorus of laughs to break out.

“You guys will probably be married next” Ross says pointing to Charli and George.

“And then we'll all be busy and be less inclined to see each other… what happens then?”

“Don't be daft mate… the bands not broken up. We're just having a little break. You know Matty can't go that long without making music anyway and who's he going to get to help him if it's not us?” George says, Ross shrugs at that, nodding his head slowly in agreement once he realises George is right.

“Besides… we're a family” Polly says, everyone looks around at each other then, smiling at one another.

“We're a family” Matty confirms, eyes trained on his wife who's looking back at him just as intently.

The group slowly begins to filter out, leaving the newlyweds alone on the steps.

“What now?” Lou repeats Ross’ words from earlier, feeling the sentiment behind them. Everything up to this point seemed so perfectly planned as if it was scripted. Their own little novel, a story of two people who hated each other, discovering that they in fact didn't hate each other at all. A story of two people, finally loving and being loved by the one person who they were supposed to be loved by.

Now everything was out in the open, Lou didn't know what would happen next and the thought was both exciting and terrifying.

“We go on our honeymoon, have a ton of sex” Lou laughs and nudges Matty's shoulder with her own “we eat amazing food and drink loads of alcohol and we love each other every day we're there” she smiles, Matty places a hand against her cheek and she leans into it.

“And we come home, and maybe the band will write some songs and eventually do another tour and maybe you'll do the same with your band, but we'll stick together through all of it, through thick and thin… we'll love”

“And then what?” She asks, he chuckles and places his lips against hers, they laugh as they kiss.

“And then we have the rest of our lives, we don't need to plan it, as long as we've got each other” she nods at that.

“Yeah, as long as we've got each other…”

“Here's to the rest of our lives baby” he says, smearing his lips against hers. He pulls back slightly and she watches as a smirk comes to rest against his lips.

“Now how about we get you home, so I can get you out of this dress?” She giggles at his words as she pulls him in for another kiss.

“Lead the way Mr Healy” Matty stands, reaching down to her. Lou intertwines their hands and allows him to pull her up to him. She collides with him, her lips merging with his again.

“Come home with me, Mrs Healy” he murmurs against her mouth, twisting his tongue against hers, making her sigh.

“I love you” she pulls back slightly, one hand sweeping the curls that had fallen loose from his hair back.

“Your insufferable arsehole” he says, smiling down at her.

“My insufferable arsehole”

“Always”

“For the rest of our lives”

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Worthy

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // Simon questions everything about you, was he really worthy of someone like you?

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // I didn’t proofread so be prepared for mistakes. Also Part 2 of Welcome Home Surprise is being written as well as Each Other’s Other. I’m just not sure when it will be ready for you guys. As usually, COD requests are open.

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 1.3k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Gender neutral reader, heavy angst, OOC GHOST, nightmares, profanity, pet names (love)...

There were many things that Simon “Ghost” Riley thought he was never worthy of. His number one being someone like you. Always there with him in the good and the awful, it pains him that you allow him to push and shut you out, but his thoughts were at ease when you cupped his face, staring right into his heartless eyes and spoke the words he thought no one would ever want to say to someone like him.

Each day, each time he wakes up before you, and before he could open his eyes, he wouldn’t blame you if he found you gone. After all, who would want to stay with a guy with a shit ton of baggage.

Trauma stacked on top of more trauma without a single break to allow him to fix himself. Yet when you arrived, you slowly picked up the shattered pieces and attempted to fix what was left of Simon Riley, an attempt to allow him to have a somewhat peaceful life outside of his trauma. He knew your goal was impossible, Simon wasn’t going to change, Simon wasn’t going to be the man there for your ugly or the sad, but you were there for him and never expected him to do the same.

His nightmares that plague him and that make it impossible to enjoy sleep, yet you’re wide awake and already soothing him, you’re careful to not touch him so quickly and you make sure he knows you’re there. You stay when he panics as he believes you’re an enemy, you don’t become afraid of him, you just hope he’s okay.

Those days of being without you don’t pain him, mainly because he believes he shouldn’t be around you in the first place. He knows you get looks for being with him in public, your parents’ opinion of him, everyone’s thoughts…

Simon hates it, oh he fucking hates it. He should be proud, happy, or the usual emotions someone would feel with someone like you. But how would he know? Was it those late night drives after another argument? Or after you receive the silent treatment as a way to make you leave for good?

It was the same results every time. You waited for Simon to speak, waited for him to collect his thoughts. You always believed that Simon was good, he just had a difficult way of showing himself. He wasn’t just going to be vulnerable, he wasn’t going to bear everything right away.

And you waited, and waited, and waited…

He tried to make those painful nights something pleasurable for him, breakfast in bed, hiking together, watching a movie together… But those days where you fell asleep in his arms, he’d ask, how was he worthy of someone like you? Why do you stay after everything? It was like his mind was on repeat, months would be so perfect and all of a sudden he’s plagued with worry.

Again you let him push you away, again you let him shut you out, and again you let him not speak and leave during the middle of the night for another drive. What broke his heart was the smile you gave him even when you felt like crying, you muttered, “Please be safe, I love you.” You continued to let yourself be heartbroken, and you continued to hope for those unreturned I love you too’s.

You couldn’t push a person like Simon and at the same time, he never liked being treated like glass. You tried to be careful and hope that he was getting enough space from someone as overbearing as you.

It was another empty bed tonight, you replaced your shirt with one of Simon’s black hoodies, and you were ready for bed. But you couldn’t help yourself this time, you cried, sobbed into the pillow silently while begging for his return. The argument left you both feeling like shit, but it was worse than the others.

You held onto the pillow, finally letting yourself fall asleep after hours of crying. But what you did know was that Simon was going to return but not to the bed, rather fancying the couch on nights like these.

Simon let out a heavy sigh as he turned off the engine, he looked at the door, then to his steering wheel. How long was this pattern going to continue? How long will this pain go on for? How long will he leave you crying?

He slowly walked into the freezing house, slightly surprised to not find you waiting for him. He found you in the shared bedroom, he could tell you were crying, he didn’t need to see your tear stained face. Simon carefully sat next to you, he knew you felt the bed dip and you tried not to notice it. A large hand placed on your shoulder and you went back to sleep.

Simon knew he couldn’t give you what other guys can, he lives with his life redtracted, barely leaving a trace. He knew you deserved to be out in the open and not chained down to a very simple life just for a man like him. He was the one being difficult, so might as well make it easier on you.

You watched as Simon tied his shoes, dressed in his uniform and a bag slung over your shoulder.

“Be safe.” He heard you speak, “And I… I hope you come back, I love you.” The amount of times Simon wanted you to stop saying those words, the words that made him weak…

He didn’t return those and with his usual comment, “I’m off.” He leaves, and leaves you standing there sadly. No hug, no kiss, not even taking a look at you.

Why don’t you take those words back, shout at him for being a fool, and letting him know how much pain he’s been putting you through. But Simon has his own problems, he doesn’t need to be bothered with your silly feelings.

You sat at the table, hands shaking, eyes becoming blurry as you felt the hot tears falling down. It wasn’t new to you at this point, it was becoming a routine, nothing special, like how you weren’t special to Simon anymore.

Would things have been different if you spoke out your first worries to him, would he have tried to at least try? Or was it you? You put in the work for a relationship that he’s clearly backing out of.

Days, weeks, months passed without a single word from Simon until his supposed return was replaced with a letter addressed to you, titles his forever love. No, you shouldn’t cling onto false hope just because he finally called you love.

Slowly you opened the letter and started to read.

My forever love,

I thought how things could have been different, those nights I left you alone to cry in our bed. I could never forgive myself for hurting you so much. You took good care of me and gave me more than what I could offer, you were there when I was ready to shut down, there for me for the nightmares, yet you allowed me to give nothing in return to help you. I should have appreciated you more and I see that now, but the best course of action would be to let you go. As much as this relationship makes us happy, it hurts you at the same time. Don’t do this to yourself (Y/n), don’t continue to hurt yourself.

From Simon Riley

Even after days of no response from you, he decided to return home. But this time, there was no you waiting to greet him, no you sleeping in your shared bed, there was no you.

Was Simon Riley worthy of anything?

© Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

[wrathofrats]

More delta stuff, for more info on delta pls check out this post and this post

Pebble can’t handle what’s happened to his friend.

Warnings for angst, mentions of death, small amount of body horror

I made myself sad as usual, hope you all enjoy <3

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Pebble has a hard time with change

He has a hard time seeing delta after his element transition. The light gone from his eyes and his cheeks more hollow and gray than usual. A sickly figure of his former self.

Even after delta and omega reassure pebble that delta will be fine, it’s not something he can stand to witness. The sight of him making pebble feel ill, something uncanny in his appearance.

It’s no longer his delta.

Even as he watches the stage from behind his drum set, deltas movements are clunky and unnatural. The way his fingers glide across his guitar seem forced in a way that isn’t voluntary like he’s fighting against himself to keep the notes correct and on time.

He sees omega spend a lot of time with him alone, their voices getting quieter when they think someone can hear them. Pebble catches bits and pieces through doorways and standing in the shadows nearby, careful to not alert them that he’s there.

“It was necessary delta”

“But there’s something wrong, omega you don’t un-“

“You’ll be fine. I know things that can heal you, we need you as my replacement there’s not many other options right now”

“please just look at my arm, this isn’t- isn’t natural” deltas voice wavers as he pulls up his sleeve, bits of flesh on his forearm missing to show the gray bone underneath. Pebble can’t help but gasp at the sight.

“Come with me back to the infirmary, pull your sleeve down” omega grabs deltas hand, briskly walking away with him in tow.

Pebble stays hidden for longer than is needed. More to process what he saw than anything else. His mouth goes dry as his stomach turns with the brief memory of his friend's skin physically decaying and pulling away from his bones. He wants to cry, run after them and demand to know what’s going on because the situation doesn’t make sense to him. He doesn’t understand why delta is even allowed to be left alone in his state let alone be on stage. He doesn’t understand why no one has helped him yet.

The confrontation with omega is more than he wanted it to be. Overcome with emotions and a strange sense of grief he can’t push back down his throat.

“Why can’t you fucking *fix him* that’s your job isn’t it? You’re going to-“

“Pebble stop-“ omega tries to reason

“No! You’re going to watch your bandmate decay in front of you and just go about your day? You can live with yourself knowing delta is practically dying and you won’t save him?” Pebble practically yells as tears stream down his cheeks. His words are harsh and cut like razor blades through omegas usually calm demeanor. The look of guilt and anger on omegas face only adds fuel to pebbles fire, he knows that omega knows something’s wrong. He wants the reaction. He wants *something* to justify how he feels.

“I’m trying I promise, it’s not as simple as we thought it would be”

“Not as simple as you thought? You’re the reason he’s like this. You let him do that to himself and you didn’t stop him” pebbles voice has a wail to it like he’s trying to reason with himself as to why his friend is a shell of who he once was.

“Pebble they wouldn’t let me! I was ordered to let him. I was ordered to keep an eye on him and not interfere because we needed a replacement, I cant-“

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“Pebble there’s no way to fix him.” Omegas voice cracks. A realization they both understood but didn’t want to accept.

“What?” Pebble hiccups

“I don’t know what he did when he forced the quintessence into himself. I’ve tried to help him but we don’t have many options, his element is rejecting him”

A static numb feeling bubbles in pebbles chest as he mulls over the words in his head. His knees buckle beneath him as he favors staring at the ground instead of having to look omega in the eyes any longer. He doesn’t flinch when omega drops to embrace him, or when omega attempts to wipe the tears from his eyes that won’t stop even though he doesn’t think he can feel anything at all right now.

“What’s going to happen to him?” Pebble finally speaks after a couple minutes of silence.

“We don’t know”

[stars4ni]

Hiii i Hope ur doing well! can i request a fic Where it’s your birthday and Hyunjin is trying his best to be there for you & celebrate and make it fun but you can tell he’s sad and so you ask him what’s wrong and he finally opens up to you and you comfort him?

bday blues

bsf hyunjin + gn reader

warnings: partying, crying, comforting, venting, alcohol (vaguely)

genre: fluff

notes: this is my first request fic! Tysm for requesting! Also I’m sorry this is so short! I hope you enjoy this fic love! <3

you open the door to see your best friend Hyunjin holding a present and champagne. You smile as you let him in, you watch him put down your present and champagne. You quickly go to hug him, you sink into his comfort. Feeling comforted of his warmth, you smile. It is about two hours before your birthday party and Hyunjin came early to help set up. “I missed you! Feels like I haven’t seen you in years” you said. “But I just saw you last week” he says giving you a disgusted look. You both laugh, “okay so people are coming in two hours! Help me with decorations?” You ask. “Yes of course” he says.

About two goes by Hyunjin helped you set up good, decorations and of course helped you pick out your birthday outfit. People started to show up and you invited them in. Hyunjin didn’t know many of your friends so he just kinda awkwardly smiled at people when they walked in. Once everyone came in you started hanging out with your friends, eating, drinking, and dancing. Hyunjin still felt kinda out of place at the party. He really tried to talk to your friends and get to know them but it always ended but being awkward. He just really wanted to be there for you, to celebrate your birthday with you but he just felt not wanted there.

You could tell how when all you and your friends were up dancing and talking but Hyunjin just sat on the couch looking around. You could sense something was up but you didn’t know what exactly. “Did I do something wrong?” You thought in your head. You walked over to him and sat down. “Hey! Do you want any cake? And even if you don’t want that theres other things like cookies, candy, and …”, “I’m alright thank you though” he said and smiled. “Well my feet hurt from these heels so I’m gonna sit with you” you said taking your heels off and laying back. He smiled and laughed, but you could tell that was a fake smile and laugh. Something was wrong.

“Hey everything alright? You don’t seem like yourself today” you said looking concerned. It through him off guard when you asked this because he didn’t realize you could tell. “Oh uh…yeah I’m fine, just tired that’s all” he said looking away. “Hyun…I know when your lying” He looked at you like he was caught. “What? I’m not lying though…” You were now getting really concerned what could be bothering him this much to that he didn’t want to talk about it. He usually always talks to you about everything, but now your getting worried. “Hyunjin, you can talk to me” “I know…but seriously I’m fine” he looked away.

Right then you grabbed his hand and stood up walking to your bedroom. He followed you, you shut the door. “Y/n what are you doing?” You sat on your bed, “tell me what’s up, your really worrying me Hyun” He sat next to you, “okay…, I didn’t mean to concern you” he looked down. “I just feel out of place here” “how?” You asked. “I don’t know any of your friends and I feel like none of them want to talk to me, and all I wanted to do was make sure you have the perfect birthday…because you deserve it and I’m messing it up because of my stupid emotions and I’m sorry-” “hyunjin, you didn’t ruin anything” you looked at him as you could see tears forming at his eyes. “Hey…hey it’s okay” you said as you hugged him tightly. He started to cry even more as he felt your comfort.

You stopped hugging as you looked at him with sad eyes. It made you so sad when you saw him cry, it broke your heart. “Are you sure that’s the only thing bothering you?” You asked. “Well no…I’ve been stressed with the new comeback and I feel like I never have time for anything anymore” You grabbed his hand and linked your fingers together. “I’m sorry” you looked at him with loving eyes. “I’m always here if you want to talk about any of that stress, you know that” you said and smiled. He smiled back and laid his head on your shoulder. You turned your head over and kissed his forehead. “I love you Hyunjin” He looked up at you, “I love you too” he said as he hugged you. “Now let me go introduce you to my friends, they are just nervous they would love to get to know you”

“Really?” He asked. “Yes really, I talk about you to them so much they basically already know you” “you talk about me?” He said and laughed. “Yes I do! Now get up!” You said as you start to blush.

[turtleations]

HIDE Inspiration Talk 50 (# 16 - 18) - Translation

Blood, Sweat, and Tears

I don’t sweat a lot. So, out of these three, what flows most for me are the tears. I’m a crybaby. Blood doesn’t flow much for me either, because I am not a woman (laughs). I don’t sweat much. Even when I am on stage, there is hardly any sweat on my face, so my make-up doesn’t run. For the rest of my body, on the other hand, it’s terrible. When I am wearing closed clothes that don’t show a lot of skin, it feels like the Kegon Falls [famous waterfall near Nikko] inside (laughs). Eh, is it a requirement for idols that their faces don’t sweat? Well, I’m not a born idol (laughs). I’m crying for all sorts of reasons. Movies like “Ai to Shishun no Tabi” [transl. “A Journey of Love and Youth”] usually make my cry. When I watch a so-called tearjerker, I simply start crying at once. I get emotional just talking about it and have to cry, even if it’s not particularly sad. So, I cry a lot. If it’s especially sad, or happy, if the tension rises, my tear glands just let loose against my will.

Foreign Countries and Japan

If we’re talking about foreign countries, the first one that comes to my mind is, of course, America [US]. My hometown of Yokosuka is full of foreigners, and since I saw drunk foreigners around ever since I was a child, I didn’t particularly like them. If anything, you could say I hated them. But I liked western music. In my mind, the drunk foreigners in Yokosuka and the foreigners who made rock music are two different things altogether. Because now, I have the opportunity to meet foreigners who are experts in my line of work. Back in the day, being able to work with the foreigners in the world of rock music that I was drawn to simply made me happy.  Because it left a deep impression and was stimulating for me. Yet in contrast, working with those foreigners made me feel strongly that “I am Japanese”. Because at the end of the day, I carry the Japanese spirit after all (laughs).

Tokyo Dome

The first time I saw it, it filled me with awe and made me nervous, but with every year going there, I feel like it is getting smaller. It makes me wonder if it really is getting smaller, otherwise it would have to be me getting bigger (laughs). The only bands I went to see there from the audience were BUCK-TICK and the Stones.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Ok I have a really sad one but what about mattys been home for like a year after baby was born and you both agree that you're ready for the boys to go back on tour. You facetime every evening before baby goes to bed and usually they're playing with toys or sometimes matty reads them their bedtime story over facetime. Well this time baby decides to take their first steps on facetime and walk over to Matty and he is equally crying with joy/pride and sobbing because he's missing out on milestones and feels like the worst father ever

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Awwwww babyyyy 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Matty has definite got into a somewhat silly habit of buying doubles of the children’s books that he gets his baby cuz he wants to have copies with him when he goes on tour. So that whenever he calls, he can let his baby choose whichever book they gotta read for bedtime. He sings a little lullaby after and everything.

And on days off in between shows, or in the tour bus, or their way between cities etc he like calls just randomly if he knows his wife is gonna be home and asks to be put on FaceTime and have the phone propped up somewhere in the living room so he can feel like he’s there with them. He just hangs out and watches his kid play and eat dinner and play with mommy.

So, one day, they’re both to put baby down for the night. But the kid is a bit too hyper to wanna go to bed. There are toys strewn on the floor everywhere, and they’ve gotten into this habit…you know when kids are first learning to walk, how they’ll first learn to use the edges of furniture to move around? Like they’ll hold on the edge of the coffee table and then the side of the couch or something to be stood up and sort of slinking around? Yeah, so it’s mainly that. Just baby trying to be brave and move around with the assistance of the furniture and whatever is available. For a while, both parents attention is on the child as they try to mentally and emotionally prepare for a difficult bedtime. They know there will be resistance. Maybe some tears. Matty keeps saying “two more minutes and then we really have to go to sleep. Mommy’s tired she deserves some quiet time.”

Then, the conversation kinda drifts to something Mundane. Like, Maybe Matty is talking to his wife about what him and Hann did that day or what sightseeing he wants to do once they get to their next city. But as they’re chatting, they both notice baby start to let go of the edge of the table and walk independently. They’re both trying to alert each other to what’s going on but they’re too excited to form full sentences so it’s just like “matty! Oh my god!!! Walking!! It’s happening!” And a bunch of squeaking from both of them. When baby makes it to the other end of the couch (just a few small steps later) they both clap and yell out “yaaaayyyy you did it babbyyyy” and start making up silly songs about their kids first steps and hype them up.

But as soon as they stop, and instead of complete silence, Matty’s sniffling fills the air. Mom is teary eyed too so at first she thinks it’s just happy tears. But then she looks at the screen and matty is full on crying. She makes a joke about how he’s the most emotional person she’s ever met but that’s okay because she finds his soft gentle side really attractive.

Matty eventually shakes his head and tries to wipe his tears with the back of his hand. “It’s not that…it’s just” and he pulls into the camera view a little onesie of the baby’s that he’d stolen to take on tour. He’s thinking about how by the time he gets back 6 months from now baby will have outgrown the onesie. “We’re gonna need to buy baby shoes now. And not those cute decorative ones. Real ones. For walking. A dad should fuckin be there for his child’s first shoes!” It dawns on him that this is his fate now. Baby’s first steps, first shoes, first words, soon it’s gonna be first day of school, and recitals, and birthdays, and what’s next? Graduations too? “Fuck, I’m not saying I don’t love my job. I’ve very very fortunate to still be doing this decades later. But….i just don’t think it’s fair. Parents shouldn’t have to work. Like ever.”

She tried to comfort him and tell him that she works too and she feels bad that her kid has to spend any amount of time without her during the day. That sometimes she sits at work, checking the time, knowing that usually when nap time is over, and that her child is going to wake up to someone who isn’t her makes her sad. “But it’s good for kids to see their parents work! We’re setting a good example. Ambition and drive are important! Besides, you’re here! You saw this and just cuz it’s over a phone screen, doesn’t mean it’s any less memorable. Do you really think that you’re going to forget the day that you saw your little baby take their first steps????”

“Well, I won’t now. Cuz it’s also always going to be the day I wept like my little baby over the phone a thousand miles away from you.”

“Tell you what? We can buy the new shoes together. You go to the store and pick them out. Mail them.”

“It’s not the same thing as-“

“Fine, fine. We’ll stay a few extra days the next time we fly in? Maybe we can take a trip? Every shoe store in town. We’ll test them out and everything.”

“Oh yes, yes! Do you think they still make squeaky ones?”

“Those cause headaches, Matty.”

“Or the laser ones. You know the ones that light up? Oh I used to love these on Louis. Just a little kid wobbling about shooting laser beams from their feet.”

“As long as they don’t make any disruptive noises-“

“Adidas trainers. The most comfortable. Hey, let’s all get matching ones. All three of us. It’d be cute!”

[kkatastrophic]

idk why but i feel like the funniest and also most annoying thing i see with atla characters is like. how theyre pushed into a VERY small box and mostly known for/ characterized with like. a certain aspect of them.

tell me why i constantly see ‘mom friend katara shes so momcore motherly’ posts. like yeah i guess so but shes more than just a motherly person guys!! shes a teenage girl with anger and rage and a very very strong passion for justice! shes a teenage girl who was forced to mature and clearly dislikes the motherly part of herself!!! cmon guys shed be so upset if she was only known for being a ‘mother hen’ or something!!

aang. poor aang literally hes either a 'pacifist saint scared of confrontation and has no guts' or an 'evildoer thats the founder of frowntown' or some shit. did we watch the same show?? i mean i was a little sleep deprived when i watched it yeah but i dont think aang was the true villain of atla… i think that was ozai? just a guess ? (sarcastic) idk. i just think its crazy that this little fella is usually seen in such a bad light

sokka. my boy sokka brah see hes like. hes a strange thing. i feel like there could be a buzzfeed quiz of Which Sokka Are You? and the options are buff stupid ass himbo that gets girls , annoying male manipulator/manchild that hurts women, mean big brother thats only ever sarcastic and annoying and cynical and NEVER shows any emotion other than hatefulness, spite, and jealousy, or sunshine happy funny guy that aspires to be a comedian and never has any emotions or personality other than butt of the joke/ jokester. and even then those are like. BROAD options. i could get so much more specific but like. i wont because im lazy. it just. it peeves me a little bit but to be fair i am the same type of person to go YOU DONT GET MY FAVE LIKE I DO even though i am bad at overanalyzing characters. sokkas my fave so i might just be spewing nothin but pure ass takes (dont criticize me ill cry)

toph. AUGHHHH IT GETS ME SO MAD!! why is she a mean ass no tolerance no respect girl!! why is it thay most of the time they make her out to be some girl that is mean to others because ‘its funny!!1!1!’ and will never listen and also hates everyone and is unnecessarily violent. THAT or they make her out to some ‘i’m secretly really sweet and nice and kindheartedmaxxed but i hide myself with ANGER and violence and rebellion…’ type of person that acts like a tsundere in extreme comedy animes. like giys please why are there two extremes that neither of which are good!!

dont get me started on zuko because once i start i wont stop . WHY WHY WHY!!!! i scream to the midnight sky as raindrops down my despaired face… WHY is it that hes either a small, shy, vulnerable sack of twigs who cant defend himself and needs his alpha sigma buff boyfriend(s) to defend him at all times or a buff ass strong extremely mean jerk thats also ‘a bad boy with a big heart’ that smirks 25/8 and is sad all the time and in his feels. guys like… WHY?? HES NOT .. GUYS olease. Please please please

pisses me off man! but to be fair i am VERY particular about a lot of thijgs and like. no shame / hate truly. im just a fella who cant shut up, living my life happy go lucky and filled with love and hate. if this offends you PLEASE DONT HURT ME im just a feller!!! a person in this big big world!! twas just a rant!

[foggystarrs]

Hello there. If you don't have too much on your plate, would it be okay to see a sequel of Roxanne's and Chica's snoot-boop fun? It's completely fine if not :)

Hi hi! I’m soooo sorry for the late response, I’ve been super busy since uni started up again this week. But I finally managed to write this, so I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Roxanne & Chica

Scenario: Takes place just before the events of SB take place, could also be seen as during the events. The time is not exactly specified.

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Roxanne found herself confused.

Every single night, Chica would come into her room.

Every single night, she would sit next to Roxy.

And every single night, she would boop her nose, giggling to herself as she did so.

She didn’t understand what the other’s fascination with it was. She didn’t understand why she had to boop her nose every chance she got.

She didn’t understand why she didn’t just push Chica away.

She was annoyed, sure, but she wasn’t as annoyed as she should’ve been and that confused her.

Because having Chica’s undivided attention like this was… nice. And admitting that to herself left her with even more questions.

Roxanne even found herself growing excited whenever nighttime approached.

Looking forward to the visits from her chicken counterpart.

So, when Chica failed to show up one night, Roxanne couldn’t help but worry.

‘Good. At least she won’t bother me while I’m fixing up my hair.’

That’s what she told herself anyway. But she knew deep down that she felt the complete opposite.

As she brushed her hair, facing herself in the mirror, she felt herself frown, a trickle of doubt slowly making its way into her brain.

Had Chica grown bored of her?

It’s to be expected, she couldn’t possibly find booping Roxanne’s nose that entertaining in the first place.

But then, did that mean Chica would stop visiting her at night all together?

The thought made her stomach churn confusingly. A stream of negative emotions swelling in her chest.

Frustrated, Roxanne roughly put the brush back in her vanity, before the sound of the door opening caught her attention.

“Chica, you’re-“ She eagerly looked toward the door before her expression deflated.

“Freddy, get out of my room!” She said, a deep frown on her face as she saw the bear awkwardly standing in the doorway.

“Oh… I am sorry. I was just told to inform everyone that Chica is currently in parts and service.”

Roxanne stood up at that, eyes alert, a sudden worry overtaking her.

“Wait, why?”

“There was… an accident. I am unsure of what exactly happened but-“ Roxanne immediately pushed past him, Freddy stumbling slightly in surprise as he watched her go.

“Where are you going? We are not permitted outside of our rooms-“ He called after her frantically, his voice growing farther away the more she walked.

“Parts and service.” She said simply, door closing behind her as she made her way toward the place.

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Chica’s systems sprang to life, the first thing she could feel was an absurd amount of pain where her beak would usually be.

She went to yell out in pain, but nothing came out.

It was as if her whole entire voice box had been ripped out.

She looked around, noticing the uncomfortable metal table she was laying on.

Parts and service.

So, that must mean the nice staff member that was meant to fix her was somewhere around here right?

She looked around the room only to find it empty.

Her spark of hope slowly dying as time passed.

She struggled against the metal restraints, not once budging before ultimately giving up.

She was upset. If she could sigh she probably would’ve and if she could cry she probably would’ve as well, due to the amount of pain she was currently in.

Eyes downcast and sad, she looked at nowhere in particular.

Suddenly, the door slammed open.

“CHICA!”

She jumped at the sudden sound, eyes landing on Roxy, who was now running toward her looking extremely worried.

She approached the door of the cylinder, and when she saw it didn’t budge she growled, before going over to the old computer next to it and pressing a few buttons.

The metal straps on Chica’s wrists came loose and the door opened, Chica sitting up as Roxy ran toward her.

Clawed hands grabbed her face with such a delicate touch, Chica found herself almost melting.

“What happened?” She had asked, moving Chica’s face in order to check the damage that had been done.

Chica tried to answer her, but all that came out were strained sounds of metal, Chica’s eyes becoming more pained at the feeling.

Roxanne winced, before gently letting go of her so that Chica could look at her properly.

“Nevermind, I’ll just wait for you to tell me when you get fixed. Does it hurt?”

Chica nodded, expression still pained.

Roxanne looked restless, looking around the room.

“I uh- I saw the employee walk into the endoskeleton storage unit nearby, they probably went to look for a new voice box and beak.”

She sounded nervous and extremely worried, which was very unlike her. It caused Chica to tilt her head.

Gently, she grasped the other’s hand in hers, causing Roxy to look at her.

She squeezed in a way that said ‘I’ll be okay. Don’t worry!’. She hoped Roxy got the message, but with the way she relaxed, Chica thought she did.

Roxanne sat next to her, complaining about how uncomfortable the metal table was, hand still clasped gently in hers.

It caused Chica to smile, or at least she would’ve if she still had a beak.

The pain coming back in waves as her expression became pained once more.

Roxanne looked at Chica, worried once more, trying her best to come up with something to at least distract her from the pain while the employee found what they needed.

And just like that, Roxy had an idea. ears lowering as embarrassment filled her.

She sighed, catching Chica’s attention.

“Chica, do you wanna… boop my nose again?” Roxanne offered, voice full of nothing but embarrassment and a hint of annoyance in her tone.

But she knew she had done the right thing when she saw Chica’s whole body light up.

The other clapped her hands eagerly, leaning closer toward the other, and eagerly bringing her hand up.

It hovered just above Roxy’s nose, looking once more at the other’s expression for final confirmation.

When she saw the other’s expression remain the same, with no sign of having changed her mind, Chica eagerly tapped the other’s nose.

Roxanne was amazed that even without a voice, she could hear Chica’s little ‘boop!’ just by her body language alone and the way her eyes squinted in delight.

Chica saw Roxanne’s nose expand, a clicking noise being heard before it gently fell back into its original position.

She saw Chica’s body doubling over in laughter, hands going up to where her mouth would be as her body shook silently in small giggles.


Roxanne rolled her eyes at the sight, but couldn’t help but smile.

Once her giggles had died down, Chica leaned in again, gently booping Roxanne’s nose.


This time it was Roxy that said the famous “boop!” a small smile on her face as she heard her nose click out of place once more.

Chica booped it again, watching the nose extend outwards once more.

And booped once more, Roxanne’s nose once again growing in size like it had done the other day back when it had almost reached her vanity mirror.

Chica giggled in delight again, she booped Roxy’s nose a final time, eyes gleaming as the nose grew in size before gently clicking back into its original spot after some time of being left alone.

Roxanne sighed, rolling her eyes but smiling fondly at the clapping and happy expression on the other’s face, having completely forgotten about the pain.

Before she knew it, Chica had launched herself at her, engulfing her in a tight hug.

A thank you.

Roxanne slowly hugged her back, ignoring the fact that her tail was most definitely wagging and the fact that she felt warm and joy bubble up in her chest at the contact.

They stayed like that for a little while before they both heard the door open, letting go from their hug almost reluctantly to look at the source of the sound.

“Oh!”

Came the surprised voice from the parts and service employee, who had a black shiny voice box in one hand and an orange beak in the other.

Roxanne quickly got up from her spot next to Chica, trying her best to hide her embarrassment as she muttered something along the lines of needing to finish brushing her hair, before she walked out, leaving the slightly stunned and confused employee and waving at Chica one last time once she got to the door with her symbol on it. One which would lead to an elevator up to her room.

Chica continued looking in her direction long after she had gone, a jumble of feelings on her chest, but all of them were positive and warm.

This whole interaction had left her jittery.

Feeling so so happy about the fact that Roxy Poxy cared enough to check up on lil’ old her! Even going out of her way to cheer her up!

She wondered if that meant Roxy had enjoyed their nightly visits…

Well, they most definitely would not be stopping anytime soon, that’s for sure!

It was only when the employee entered the cylinder, ushering Chica to lay down once more that she was snapped out of her lovely thoughts.

Tonight had turned out to be really great after all!

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And that’s it for this little piece!

I actually have an idea for a final part on this little series so let me know if ya’ll would be interested in that!!

Thanks for reading~!

[random4townheadcanons]

Z isn’t as stoic off camera, he’s not an emotional bomb either. he’s usually just neutral, he dosent have a plastered deadpan expression all the time just a rbf

Aaron Z’s “hidden side”headcanons!!

Z definitely isn’t as stoic and emotionless as he looks in photos. He’s just introverted and shy around people he doesn’t know very well and it can make him seem that way. When he’s only around the other members he’s more relaxed and talks a lot more. He also has a really good sense of humor, which many people wouldn’t expect. He smiles and laughs most when he’s around T, which fans don’t get to see very often. He’s not super outwardly expressive with his emotions but him and all of the other members know that he is the most sensitive of them all. He is super empathetic with the other members, especially T (obviously). If T is sad or hurt, then so is he, even more than his own personal problems would hurt him. Surprisingly, he also cries the most out of all of them. If someone yells at him or says something upsetting, he will likely tear up and try to hide it. The other members always encourage him to not get embarrassed over being sensitive and that they are here for him, so he doesn’t really hide that side of himself anymore. He can go to any of the other members to talk and feel better, but he will always go to T first, because T is his #1 safe space and his shoulder to cry on. He tells T everything, and oftentimes when the other members have gone to bed he rants to T on the couch about something that upset him and then next thing he knows he is being bear-hugged by T and sobbing hard into his chest while T says comforting words. This is something that the other members sometimes walk in on when they’re getting up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, they’ll see them in the living room and T will look up and give a look that says “shhh” and whichever member will nod and tiptoe back to bed without being seen by Z (this happens semi-regularly), but sometimes the roles are reversed and Z is the shoulder to cry on and T is the one crying. In addition to his hidden sensitive side, he is also secretly a huge cuddlebug. Him and T are those kind of best-friend-soulmates who are so close and are eachother’s other half. On the couch when they are watching a movie or playing a video game, their heads are always resting on the other’s shoulder and their legs are overlapping. They also hug a lot and that’s just the norm for them. Z also has nightmares and anxiety when it comes to sleeping in his own room alone so over half of the time he’s sleeping in T’s room or T is sleeping in his. Z is also a sleep-hugger and will sometimes have T in a tight hug in his sleep without knowing, and when he wakes up he does not remember doing that intentionally. Z is a huge teddy bear, which would be a surprise to his fans because he does not come across that way. He’s actually just really shy, but underneath he’s a clingy and sensitive cuddlebug and him and T have separation anxiety lmao. The other members love him so much and they are the only people he’s completely comfortable being around. He’s generally pretty shy and neutral, but he’s not afraid of showing emotion around them, and he always tells T everything even if he doesn’t feel comfortable talking to other people about it.

Wow that turned into an extremely long, mushy novel of T and Z’s bromance lmfao I’m so sorry for pulling this shit again but regardless I hope you liked it :)

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